Logs:Rug Attack
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| RL Date: 3 September, 2015 |
| Who: Aiden, Quinlys |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Niahvth's flight means preparing for weyrlings again. Quinlys is grumpy. |
| Where: Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 19, Month 9, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
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| The snow that started at High Reaches mere days into the autumn season has cleared up again; this afternoon, at least, it is dry, if still chilly. Towards the far end of the bowl, where the weyrling barracks are located, a blue dragon lounges in what sun he can, while his rider drags a rug out of the yawning mouth of the bowl wall and into the open. It's a big rug, and she's not a big woman, and it's plainly made worse by the obviously-grumpy expression on her face. Tug, tug-- big, dramatic sigh. Aiden seems a little taken with his surroundings at the moment; he's looking around like he hasn't been at the Weyr long. And perhaps other things are new as well - he's fidgeting with his Bakercraft knot, as if he's trying to make sure it's not on upside down. He's walking through the bowl when he sees the woman trying to much the large rug. He immediately offers, "Can I help you with that, ma'am?" though immediately after he blushes just a little. "If I'm not bothering you." Aiden is small himself, but he seems ready to help. Quinlys' own knot is there on her shoulder for all to see, all those loops that, together, mark her as High Reaches' weyrlingmaster (whether or not Aiden knows his knots well enough to recognise it). Aiden's arrival evidently surprises the redhead, who drops the end of the rug and lets out a long string of strong oaths. She turns upon her heel, one hand drawn immediately to her hip, and stares at the apprentice long and hard. Then, "Shells, you scared me. Oh, go on. Ought to grab one of my assistants, but they just barely went back to their wings, and--" She breaks off. "Grab the other end for me?" Aiden is a little startled by the what's coming out of Quinlys' mouth, but he doesn't comment on it. "Sorry, I shouldn't walk up behind people like that." When she directs him to the other end of the rug he smiles, nods and says, "certainly" before moving to the other side. As he's getting ready to lift his end of the rug he stops and looks back at the rider. "Um, where are we taking it?" If Quinlys recognises the startlement, she doesn't comment; she certainly doesn't apologise, either. "Probably not, no," she agrees. "Not when they're-- do you know how inconvenient this all is? They only just graduated!" She's also picked up the rug again, tugging it further into the bowl, forceful in her motions. Perhaps she's even forgotten to answer the question except that, finally, she adds, "Oh, just outside. Got to get the dust out. It's procedure, even if it hasn't been long enough to get dusty in the first place, damn it." Aiden hurredly picks up his end of the rug and picks it up to the best of his ability. Which is enough to get it off the ground a little at least. "I can imagine that can be frustrating. Sometimes it feels like some processes are there just so that there are processes." He pauses a moment before adding, "Not to criticize your procedures, I'm sure there's a reason for them. At the Hold I'm from, that's all I meant." It's a heavy rug; clearly too heavy for Quinlys alone, and even with the two of them, it's slow going, and obviously adds to the bluerider's displeasure. She fixes a blue-eyed stare at the apprentice, but manages not to glower at him outright. "No, it's a stupid procedure, and what's more stupid is that it's mine, but damn it. Where are you from?" Aiden is going as fast as he can, which isn't very fast. He doesn't flush at the stare, either his original reaction on talking to Qyinlys was out of the ordinary or the heavy rug is a good distraction from the attention. "I'm from Balen Hold originally and until a few days ago. We do ship building there." His hands do not indicate the 'we' was literal. He shuts up at this point, perhaps thinking that was unnecessary information, perhaps wondering how a rug can be so heavy. "Balen," repeats Quinlys. "High Reaches Hold way, right. And you're here, now?" The further question is implied in her tone: why? She gives the rug another tug, and it barely moves. "Is it stuck? Can you climb in and see?" Because-- of course!-- the rug is filling most of the yawning entrance; it is one big rug. Aiden looks at the doorway skeptically. "Um...I can try to see if I can find the problem." He doesn't actually climb on or into the rug, but comes to the doorway and crouches down to see if it could be caught on something. In the meantime, he continues to speak, only slightly muffled by the fact that he's crouched down below the top edge of the rug. "I decided to join the Bakercraft and thought it best to start over with that someplace else, and the craft was willing to oblige." He pushes on one side of the rug, trying to see if he can make it take up less room so it can make it through the doorway. "What about now?" "Baker." Evidently, this is of interest to Quinlys, who gives Aiden a speculative glance. And, "Welcome to High Reaches, then." She gives a yank on her end of the rug... and it immediately flies free, with enough force that, if Aiden's not careful, he'll end up knocked over by it. Her expression turns immediately apologetic, pink-cheeked and all. Aiden does manage to get out of the way of the rug itself, but not his own two feet. He trips over them, but manages to catch himself in the doorway and not look *too* clumsy. "Thank you, I look forward to learning here." He moves back to his place at the other end of the rug and picks up his end, ready to help move it the rest of the way. Quinlys is polite enough not to remark on Aiden's trip, or perhaps she's simply not paying attention. "Weyr's a good place to learn. Not that there's fancy stuff made here, for the most part, but there's variety. Good place to live, too, though I may be biased, since I'm High Reaches born and bred. Right-- let's see how this goes, now." Amazingly, the rug is now considerably easier to drag, despite its size. "Should've had Olly help," is an afterthought. Aiden does his part to help move the rug, for what it's worth. He doesn't look like the athletic sort, at least not yet. "I like it here too, and I want to learn how to make all sorts of things. My mother is assistant headwoman back home, so I do know how to make a few things already but I've got a lot to learn." He looks up with a curious look on his face. "Olly? One of your assistants?" "Olly," says Quinlys, detaching one hand from the rug so that she can jut a thumb towards the slumbering blue dragon not far from them. "Olveraeth. Useful, anyway, having some knowledge before you start. My brother, he's a Starcrafter, and I guess he only had the very basics before he went, and some kinds knew a lot more. But then, bakers learn on site rather than at a craft hall, so there's differences, too." Aiden ahs and nods a greeting to the blue dragon just in case he's not sleeping like it looks like he is. "I've liked baking for awhile, but my father had it in his head that I should become a steward like him. It's a good job, just not one I was particularly interested in. Though I suppose he made me good with numbers, which will help with my cooking. He's one of the reasons I decided to learn the craft outside of the Hold. Would be tough having the Steward be mad at me while I'm working *and* once I went home for the night. I figure he'll come around if I do well here." "Ew," is Quinlys' assessment of that idea. "I mean, my dad's a dragonrider, and so's my mom, and there was always an idea that I'd Impress, but... well, like I said, my brother's a starcrafter. The idea of being pushed into one thing... just ugh, no. Good for you, coming here." Abruptly, she drops her end of the rug, and waves a hand towards Aiden as if to encourage him to do the same. "Figure that's far enough. When lazybones over there wakes up, I'll get him to pick up an end and shake it out." Aiden seems quite happy to drop the rug when Qyinlys says it's okay. He smiles at her remarks. "Thank you, I should have done it sooner but it was a big step." He looks around with a grin. "And a big place." He glances at the dragon. "That'll be much faster than I was thinking of. I thought someone would have to beat the dust out of it. Though going back in, it might be a good idea to get extra help with it, or we'll be dragging it back across the ground, defeating the purpose." Quinlys glances back towards the barracks, and sighs. "I'll have to call in some more people," she agrees. "Goody. This was supposed to be my vacation... in between clutches, you know? Time to have a life before everything gets consumed again." Aiden nods. "That's understandable, you should get a break. Everyone should from time to time." He pauses and looks at the rug. "If you need help, I can stay help move it back in? Or do you have enough assistants to do it for you?" Quinlys gives the rug another glance, brows knitted in a way that suggests she's not far from wishing very terrible things on the poor woven fabric. "No," she decides, finally. "No, I appreciate your help, but we can probably manage it from here. Besides, won't you have places to be? It's not your job to help me out just because I'm disorganised." Aiden shrugs with a smile. "We help each other out at the Hold, and nothing I've seen so far from the Weyr indicates that it works differently, and I hope that holds true. Though the real truth is I just got here yesterday, and they gave me today to settle in. I was looking around when I came upon you." Quinlys returns the smile, genuine and wholehearted. "We do our best," she agrees. "It works better that way, doesn't it? But--" she waves a hand out over the bowl and the rest of the Weyr beyond. "You're supposed to be looking around, in that case. Go, look. Don't get lost. And thank you, wholeheartedly, for your help." Aiden smiles again, brighter. "It was nice meeting you, ma'am. Hopefully I can make you something you can enjoy soon." He's about to turn around to walk away when he turns back with a sheepish grin. "I don't think I've actually introduced myself, did I? My name is Aiden." "I'd like that," avers the bluerider, genuinely. She wipes her hand on her trousers, laughing as she adds, "Well met, Aiden. And I'm Quinlys. Welcome to High Reaches, and good luck with the apprenticeship, mm?" Aiden nods. "It's nice to meet you, and Olveraeth." He grins at the sleeping dragon. "Sort of." He turns his head back to look at Quinlys. "And good luck with getting to your vacation." He turns and walks the way he was originally going, still looking around but maybe not quite as overwhelmed as before. |
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