Logs:Impertinent Questions
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| RL Date: 15 September, 2015 |
| Who: Drex, Edyis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Drex is working. Edyis has questions. The sailor isn't very forthcoming with answers. |
| Where: Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 2, Month 11, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Farideh/Mentions, Faryn/Mentions |
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A rustic and unadorned vestibule leads in from hewn spiral steps to a
refitted ledge, enclosed by limestone pillars. Sturdy wooden framework
captures elongated glass panes, tilted to absorb the most light during the
day. The wash of heat from within, lush and humid, persists even into the
dead of winter; the air is heady with the scent of fresh-turned soil and
various flora.
Long, deep troughs of soil line the inner stone wall, planted with an
assortment of broad, leafy tropicals - practical and decorative alike.
Fruit and vegetable baskets hang from rafters, optimizing space, tempting
in reach with a perpetually ripening harvest. A series of stone shelving
is devoted to flourishing, aromatic herbs and new green shoots; even the
softest touch releases a burst of savory scent from tender leaves. Amidst
the greenery, a handful of wooden benches have been scattered, making this
a temptingly warm and secluded spot to sit.
Shuttered vents serve to regulate humidity and heat given off from a small
hot spring recessed into an alcove at the back; a secondary pool with
cooler waters siphons off to provide a constant, fresh supply for
irrigation. A small potting station nearby is cluttered with watering cans
and gardening tools of various uses, with a wooden bin for composting
materials tucked underneath. It's mid-afternoon, and while it's been a cool autumn day outside, in the greenhouse it's persistently humid. That's probably why Drex has schucked his shirt onto the ground while he works, carrying stones from a pile near the door, positioning them in a somewhat haphazard line along the edge of what looks like a new garden bed. It's near done, aside from the lack of soil. It must be a rest day, or else Edyis is hiding from things like responsibilities, It is likely to be more the former than the latter. Of course she wasn't expecting the stones, or wasn't paying enough attention to where she was going because her foot catches the pile, sending the brownrider skidding chin first against the ground with a groan, sending the bottle that had been tucked under that flight jacket rolling over the stones, miraculously unbroken. "Ow." Drex isn't exactly the sort to tattle, even if he was aware of what a typical rider's schedule was like. He's dropping one of the stones into place, straightening and turning just as Edyis comes in -- just in time to see her trip. There's a snorted laugh, and not much attempt to hide it, as he pauses to brush a forearm over his brow to wipe away the sweat there. "Pile of stones there. Oughta be careful," is not so helpful after the fact, which he's probably well aware of, judging by the grin. The irritated noise that emerges is stuck somewhere between being a growl and a groan. The brownrider slowly picking herself up and dusting off her jacket, giving everything a once over for damage. "Does that sort of recklessness fly where you are from?" Since he must be the one responsible for the irresponsibly placed pile. The bottle gets reclaimed and she pushes back to her feet turning to study the source of the voice then. "Oh, it's you." She blinks at him a moment, "Thought you were someone else." Drex's brows draw down at her reference to recklessness. "What, closing yer eyes and wandering around tripping over the obvious pile of fuckin' rocks?" He lifts-and-drops his shoulder in one of his not quite shrugs. "If a sailor falls overboard 'cos they can't handle their shit, it solves the problem, eh?" He grunts at the latter. "Aint gonna apologize for being me. Pass me that stone you kicked over," he holds out a hand, expectantly. Nevermind she has a bottle in hand or anything. "Why would you apologize for being you, that's just stupid." Her brows knitting together. Since her free hand is going to her chin and coming away a little bit wet, she just flicks a generally rude hand gesture at the request, setting the bottle down on a bench and proceeding to lift the hem of her shirt to her chin not to the point of total indecency, but it works to wipe away any dirt or ooze. "Aren't you supposed to be on a ship or something?" She wonders, her tone mild. "Aye," Drex agrees with a grunt, like it should be obvious, and yet... not. When she fails to hand him the stone she displaced, he gives her a look, like he's affronted, then steps towards the offending stone, bending to pick it up. "Aint you supposed to be off on a dragon or somethin'?" he counters, as he carries the stone over to the edge of the garden bed, plonking it down at the end of the crooked line. Satisfied that the scrape isn't deep enough to merit a trip to the healers, her attention returns to the Sailor in that moment with an arch of one dark brow. "Rest day, I was going to nick off to Telgar, but." Things happen seems to be the implication. She eyes the crooked line, and then him, affronted as he is. Muttering something about cleaning up after sailors her jacket gets shed, and her sleeves rolled up, though she makes no effort to be helpful or useful. "Still doesn't explain what you are doing here." She watches him work, reaching over to pop open the bottle and take a long pull from the contents. "Aint too late. You just..." Drex clucks his tongue, and waves a hand, as if perhaps to encourage her to do that right now. He gives another of those not-quite-shrugs to her persistent question, though doesn't answer, instead hauling another stone over and into place. "Life as a rider must be as boring as fuck if you find it interesting enough to sit and watch me carry stones," the sailor finally says with a furrow of brow and a scowl in the brownrider's direction. Edyis laughs, "After cleaning up those bunks? I admit I do get a perverse amount of pleasure out of it." Watching him actually do work, granted the incident in question was over a turn ago. Finally, she wipes the bottle's mouth on a clean section of her shirt, and offers it in his direction, "Don't worry, it's just redfruit juice. Wouldn't want you drunkenly fixing flowerbeds." It's clear, judging by Drex's blank expression, that the sailor has no idea what Edyis is referring to. He doesn't ask though, and the flick of his head suggests a certain dismissiveness. "Riders are fuckin' weird. Get off on the strangest things." He's heading back to the pile, pauses when she offers the bottle, and starts to reach for it... until she mentions the contents. With a snort of dismissal, "The fuck's the point of that?" He resumes his original path, collecting one of the last few stones. "I ran out of empty bottles, and since I want to refill it with rum, because some genius thought that barreling rum instead of bottling it would be easier to transport, I have to empty it, and it'd be wasteful to just pour it out." She shrugs. "I'd say you are the weird one." Studying him as though he were some sort of alien creature. "Seriously though, aren't there a few months before ships have to harbor for the winter? What brought you out here this time of the turn." It seems that Drex loses interest in the whole explanation, judging by the fact that he belatedly echoes, "Rum?" with a blank look, missing the entire context of her mention of it. Her latter question quickly earns another scowl, however. "Aint any of your fuckin' business. Don't answer to you, just because you're some fancy rider now." He dumps his latest rock with an emphasis that gives it a rather satisfying thud when it lands. Edyis waves a hand at him. "If you want a few bottles, just give a couple empty ones to Farideh's assistant." She doesn't bother explaining the rest. "Didn't say you fucking answered to anybody. Was just curious is all." Her tone even, the rest of her looking rather unimpressed. The thud noted, another swig pulled from the bottle before it's set aside, and she's up, sleeves pushed up to her elbows. She picks up another stone from the pile, and offers it to him. "Faryn?" Drex queries with apparent surprise, shaking his head like Edyis must be mistaken somehow. He looks somewhat resentfully at the stone offered, like he's sure it must come with a catch or something. Or maybe he's waiting for her to get tired holding it, before the sailor finally takes it from her with a grunt that could loosely be interpreted as a grudging thanks. "Aint never shared before, aint gonna start now you're a rider," he says, as he's carrying the stone back, dropping it into place, with an extra nudge of his foot to get it in just the right (approximate) spot. "The very same." Edyis notes of Faryn, fetching another stone when he relieves her of the one she was holding. "She's good people." The stone is held out again, as she replies "Not sure what my being a rider has to do with anything, but that's your choice." She doesn't seem to care one way or the other. The stone -- the last stone -- is accepted with a smidge less resentfulness than the first. Drex is silent while he manoeuvers it into position, standing back to admire his handiwork. It certainly encloses the defined space, even if the space is a not-quite-symmetrical rectangle. Striding over to where his discarded shirt is, he bends to pick it up, using it as a makeshift towel, running it over his face. Finally, he turns his gaze back to Edyis. "Even for weyrfolk, yer fuckin' weird, you know that? Aint stopped being nosy. Guess now you're a rider most people feel like they have to answer, eh?" Edyis shrugs. "No fun being normal." At his accusation of being weird. "Nah, now people just know I'm obnoxious or stubborn enough to keep asking. Regardless if they answer or not." She admits with a crooked smile before reclaiming her bottle and her jacket. "Think I will take that trip to Telgar though. See you around Drex, or maybe I won't." Stepping off then to head back out into the bowl. Drex gives the brownrider a dubious look, though he's thankfully spared a probably not very articulate response in favor of her departure. |
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