Logs:New Furs For Auntie
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| RL Date: 5 July, 2008 |
| Who: Paige, Aeriste, K'len |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Auntie bluerider sends Paige on a mission to snag some new furs and towels for her weyr. Aeriste and K'len end up helping. |
| Where: Inner Caverns, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 8, Month 12, Turn 16 (Interval 10) |
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| The soft strains of harping fill the room, gentle and soothing, accompanied by a young man's light tenor: Aeriste, sitting by the hearth and entertaining Old Uncles and Aunties sometime later in the evening. His fingers are sore nowadays from scrubbing and cleaning and washing and tonight was no exception, pots and pans having been his bane du jour, so he plucks gingerly; several weeks without daily practice have softened his hands, too. "So nature deals with us, and takes away / Our playthings one by one, and by the hand / Leads us to rest so gently, that we go / Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay, / Being too full of sleep to understand / How far the unknown transcends the what we know." His choice of song mostly earns groans, but some few of his audience nod along. Paige is making her way out of the stores - struggling, more like, under the weight of a bundle of furs and a couple of towels rolled up neatly in the middle. Wobble, wobble. However she made it out of there alone is anyone's guess, but her tentative progress in the direction of the living cavern is slow, steps taken as cautiously as possible. Navigating around the crowd near the hearth is sure to be challenging, so she pauses to adjust her bundles, peering over to try to identify the singer while she's taking a breather. Recognizing Aeriste, she simply stands there and listens, interested. K'len makes his way from the direction of the living cavern presumably towards the hot springs. It's his own little secret way of avoiding the bowl when he wants to sneak some food up to his weyr. He's got a bundle of meatrolls rolled up neatly, and if one noticed he might look like he was trying to thief foodstuffs. He pauses as he hears the singing, arching a brow at Aeriste before looking over at Paige. Aeriste's song stills at the sight of page, though it was about done anyway. He rises, and carefully sets the lap harp down in his seat, and moves to help her with that bundle of furs, reaching out to try to take some from her so that she might see past the top. "Ah, that's too much, and I've cluttered your path- let me help." And he gives K'len a courteous nod, too, as the rider wanders in and then pauses. "Thanks, " Paige manages to get out as some of her load is shifted, giving her a better view of the crowd. "Quite an audience, " she grins, tilting her head at Aeriste. "Ya sing real nice; s'not yer fault a lotta folks decided t'sit 'round and hear it." While furs and towels exchange hands until the two have pretty even loads, the girl just then notices K'len; flushing a tad, she offers him a little nod and an equally small, but friendly, if uncertain smile. K'len is the observant sort, watching as she fumbles with the things she's carrying before dividing them among her and Aeriste. But, just as it looks as though he's going to walk off, he mentions. "I'd offer to help, but my hands are covered in meatroll leavings." He says, holding up a hand to show off the crumbs on it while he'd packed them away. "Are you going far with them?" He adds, then looks at Aeriste. "Nice song, by the way.." Aeriste eyes K'len's hands, and then looks from him to Paige. "Thank you. I'm trying not to fall too far behind the others at the Hall. You know, we could strap these things to your back. You're big and strong, right? Riders've got muscles." His own arms, on the other hand... "Where *are* we taking these, Paige?" Paige shakes her head a little in reply to both young men. "Not too far; m'aunt wanted these fer t'night and said she'd pick 'em up jus' outside of the livin' cavern. Her blue'll help get 'em up to her weyr." She makes a little face at K'len, frowning. "Meatroll leavin's? I - hrm. Maybe yer right, 'less ya know which one they'd come out of easier? Furs or towels?" "Do I look like a runner? Honestly..." K'len says with a faintly amused sounding sigh, though does make an effort of wiping his hand on his pants before offering a hand to take a couple from Aeriste who seems, of the two, least likely to be able to hold as much. "I remember him from the living cavern the other day, but you're new.." He mentions to Paige before offering, "I'm K'len." "Oi! Take hers, not mine," Aeriste grumbles, his bright blue gaze flashing indignantly. "She's the girl. I'll labor on, despite this great burden, as gentlemen do. People'll talk otherwise." He backs just out of reach. "Paige, " the slim visitor replies, "from Balen Hold. Nice t'meetcha, K'len." Amused by Aeriste's response as K'len reaches out in a clear offer to take some of his bundle, she shrugs a little at the harper. "If'n ya insist. I gotta carry at least one or two towels, though. I mean, I gotta still help carry a good bit of the load. Or, " and here's her next bright idea, "why dun you take a few off of each of our stacks?" K'len is pretty quick, and attempts to snatch a couple off of Aeriste's stack anyways, while mentioning, "It looks better if you're /not/ laboring, otherwise... well, that small of a stack, and you laboring.. It'd look sad." He muses, and then quirks a smile at Paige as he reaches for a couple of hers too. "Great idea, sweets." He quips and then just like that, he's heading towards the living cavern carrying whatever he's managed to walk off with along with his bunch of meatrolls. Aeriste wanders along after K'len, looking even more disgruntled because the bronzerider's made off with some of his furs. "I do NOT look sad. I am magnificent and beautiful. Do I look sad? If I do, I might be too sad to sing more." But the oldsters snort. "We're not sure, yer caterwaulin's hard enough to take when you're happy." Defeated, the harper just growls and stalks off with his armful. "What does she want with furs and towels, anyway? Or should I ask?" "If'n it's any consolation, " Paige grins on their way to the living cavern, "I thought ya sounded real good. Heaps better'n I'd sound, really." As they march on, she answers Aeriste's question almost as an afterthought. "What'd she say ... oh, right. She's outta towels that don't got holes in 'em and needed thicker, better furs. Last time she replaced 'em, she wasn't livin' with no one. Jus' her and her dragon." "Magnificent and beautiful, huh?" K'len inquires, arching a brow at Aeriste and giving him a look over before just shaking his head. It's difficult to say if it's in distaste or just simple disagreement. Either way, he's not expanding on it. "There's nothing wrong with living by yourself." He says, nearly defensively before just shrugging his shoulders and making his way to the bowl proper. Aeriste hrmphs! At K'len's regard, and smiles radiantly at Paige. "I'm sure you'd sound just fine. I'll play and you can sing sometime, right?" "Never said that there was, " Paige replies, confused. "Jus' that she did. And now she don't." As they head out into the bowl where a dark blue is just swooping in to land, she adds to Aeriste, "Well, I - I dunno. Maybe. Dun sing too well in front of people I dun know." K'len remains silent for the most part, politely enough waiting for the blue to settle before looking for where he can foist off the things he was carrying for her. He just looks between the two, then adds, "Guess you better get to know eachother, then. Then you can't say you don't know him." "She already knows me," Aeriste remarks. "We've met twice now. I'm not that scary anyway, look at me. ...Do we put these down, or will she grab them from us? I don't want to get dirt on them." "She'll get 'em, " Paige answers, just as a tall woman dismounts, heading over with a cheery wave. "Thanks for your help, all - three of you, " she says after a moment with some surprise. "Well, then. If you'll just help me get these strapped down, Paige, we'll turn in for the evening." Murmuring an, "Of course, auntie, " the girl hastens to help the bluerider, pausing to tell Aeriste, "Yer not scary. I'll give it some thought, I guess, if'n ya think I oughta." K'len gives the woman a brief nod, and once his load is lifted away from him he shifts his meatrolls back into a more comfortable position. He lets the two talk, though he does interject with a brief, "Well, nice meeting you." He offers, and then begins the trudge back the way he came to go meet up with his relatively perturbed bronze who's been oh-so-patiently waiting. Aeriste steps back, smiling pleasantly, after setting the furs down. "Don't feel like you have to. I'm just sure you'd be better than you think." He looks over to K'len, and blinks at the man wanders off. "Um. Likewise." Paige finishes helping her aunt get everything strapped down, giving the departing K'len a soft, "Nice meetin' ya, too." And with a parting grin to Aeriste, she scrambles onto her aunt's dragon without too much trouble; soon after his rider is also aboard, the blue takes off, angling toward one of the higher weyrs on the northeastern side of the bowl. |
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