Logs:A Closed Book
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| RL Date: 4 November, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Jocelyn |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jocelyn meets her mentor and probes Edyis for survival tips. |
| Where: Inner Caverns, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 9, Month 3, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Alida/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, Kaitlin/Mentions, Z'kiel/Mentions |
| The inner caverns see a steady flow of traffic as weyrfolk finish their duties for the day and begin their evenings, even if most aren't stopping in the foyer on their way to grab dinner, head for a warm bath or simply continue on to other destinations. It's shortly before the weyrlings are expected to report for dinner, and Jocelyn, hair newly cropped to a straight bob at her chin, is tucked into one of the niches with seats conversing with a greenrider who looks to be somewhere in her sixth decade. While the weyrling doesn't look thrilled about their subject matter, she nods and responds in the appropriate places, gesturing from time to time out toward the bowl. Sweat-soaked and heading from the direction of the workout room, Edyis has her bathing gear tucked over one shoulder her plaited hair over the other. Determined footfalls halt when Edyis glimpses the two in conversation, curiosity sparking mildly, studying the expressions of both conversing and listening for whatever snippets of the conversation she might catch. "I won't be comfortable with talking about some of it, " Jocelyn insists right around the time when Edyis halts nearby, arms folding over her chest as she frowns at the silver-haired woman. "Not, " she's quick to add, "that I don't appreciate your time and any - guidance you'll be giving." Across from her, the older rider has a patient smile in reply, fingers steepling as she listens. "No, " she agrees, alto strong, "you won't be comfortable with some of it. And that's okay, Jocelyn. That's why I'm here. Think about what I've said." As she carefully gets to her feet, the weyrling also stands after a fraction of a beat, posture stiff until the greenrider has joined the flow of traffic headed for the living cavern. It's only then that Jocelyn espies Edyis, expression momentarily taken aback before she gives a short nod in greeting, sinking back down into her chair with a huffy exhale. There is an odd tilt to the brownrider's head as she watches the greenrider depart, and a thoughtful look given Jocelyn, a warm smile offered to the nod. When her steps bear her closer she offers in a softer faintly concerned tone, "You look about as comfortable as a crawler amid hungry firelizards." She takes up a seat, invited or no. "You ok?" Jocelyn watches Edyis take a seat, mouth pressed thin. Despite her outward consternation, she manages an even, if weary, "Edyis. I'm - that's to be my mentor." Shoulders lifting in a brief shrug, she doesn't seem inclined to offer more than that in reply. It's some minutes before she adds neutrally, "I'm sure I can learn a lot from her experience. She's flown Fall. She's ridden for a long time." Her nose wrinkles into a grimace; there's clearly some uncertainty about how this new relationship is going to progress. "I'm just not sure why they paired us together." A beat, then: "How did you get on with yours? There's a pause as she listens, and a thoughtful study of Jocelyn. "I got along well with my unofficial mentors, never saw much of the official one. So if you've got one willing to interact, the more power to you." There's a pause, and then Edyis ventures, "What about this particular pair up makes you uncertain?" Using the towel over her neck to dab at her face. "Too willing. She should have become a mindhealer instead of a dragonrider with the number of 'how do you feel about that's she worked into our first conversation." And Jocelyn just looks so inclined to share personal feelings with someone who's still more stranger than acquaintance with that subtle, inward hunch, that firm crossing of the arms. "I think I'd have preferred someone a little closer to my age, but I'm sure they had their reasons." One hand lifts to awkwardly tuck a section of hair behind her ear, fingers wiggling experimentally afterward. Wryly, "I'll have to get used to this." "I think it is a skill that comes with age." Edyis notes with wry amusement, "The mindhealer-ly questions, that is." As she listens her brows draw together faintly, dark eyes noting the various subtleties of Jocelyn's body language. "Some people are an open book, and others take a gentler approach to get to know. I don't think anyone expects you to bare your soul completely to someone you hardly know." Edyis rolls her shoulders a little as she considers, an after effect of the workout. "Her experience, does make her a valuable resource. But, It also doesn't preclude you from getting advice from people closer to your own age either. Kait, Jo, and Alida all helped me get through it." Her weight shifts subtly as the brownrider braces her elbows on her knees, observing the shortened locks. "I hated that. I had Z'kiel cut mine out of stubbornness and to avoid giving others the satisfaction." She notes with a sheepish smile of the haircuts, "It looks good on you though." Jocelyn runs a hand over the back of her head again, still frowning when her hands close on air much sooner than expected. "Anyone can ask questions, " the redhead says with a dismissive sniff, "but there's that certain - " Look that elicits discomfort, frustration which comes with experience and age? Whichever the case, she seems keen on putting that topic to rest, gaze narrowing as she shifts her attention briefly to the brownrider's hair. "How did you wear yours, then? I don't think I'll want to keep it like this forever, " despite the compliment given, for which there's a twitch of her mouth. "It is what you make of it." The brownrider shrugs lightly, of the dismissed topic. "Kept it pulled back in a tail until it was long enough to braid again. It really does make it easier when they are little and messy, but not as much of a difference when they get larger." Edyis brushes her fingers over the braid with a wistful sigh. "It will grow back in a couple turns." Her smile is soft, "So other than the mentor thing, how are you holding up with all of it?" "Hmm." It's a considering noise as the redhead glances in the direction of the bowl, one which resolves into a wry look for the other woman. "I'm tired, which makes me cranky." So, the usual. "The days feel like they have fewer hours in them than they used to. Aidavanth - " A pause, then, as a flash of warmth briefly softens her expression. "I'm not sure that I could have asked for a partner more willing to work." That, at least, seems to please her enormously. "It's a lot." She stretches a little as she pushes to her feet, pressing the back of one hand to her mouth to stifle a small yawn. "I don't suppose you're on the way to dinner, but if you're headed that way down the corridor, " a gesture toward the living cavern, "I should put in an appearance." "Akluseth likes her. He's more of the have fun work later type though." Edyis notes with a soft chuckle of the little gold. "I think he's still fascinated by how tiny they are." There's a thoughtful pause, and a grin. "I was headed to the baths but I could eat first, that is if you don't mind putting up with me on the way." The brownrider teases brightly, pushing to her feet with an easy grin. "After you," Gesturing for the woman to lead the way. |
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