Logs:Learning a Little Something
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| RL Date: 4 March, 2008 |
| Who: Leova, Milani |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Leova trades beads with Milani and asks for permission to speak freely. About N'thei. |
| Where: Common Room, HRW |
| When: Day 11, Month 7, Turn 15 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Fraya/Mentions, Jaeni/Mentions, N'thei/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions, Rilsa/Mentions, Satiet/Mentions, S'rist/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Occurs immediately after the (other) candidates visit the eggs. Milani and Rilsa were the two candidate coordinators, and getting a bead from Milani was part of a candidate scavenger hunt. |
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| Common Room, High Reaches Weyr (#868RIJLs) This small cavern has the crisp smells of a recent cleaning, mingled with its more usual smells of klah, woodsmoke, and people. Baskets of glows are scattered about the room, lighting up dark corners and generally providing a cozy atmosphere. Several chairs sit at a large, round table, and more chairs are against the walls, waiting for use. A large, soft fur is spread out in front of a small stone hearth which keeps the cavern warm for its occupants.
Working late, Milani's perched at a table, her often-present abacus clicking away as she rapidly figures up the columns in a ledger and writes the results down in a tidy hand. Leova follows those clicks, two or three for every step, to the redhead's table. She comes to a halt there, where she won't shade Milani's work. Doesn't say a word. Just waits. Milani flips another bead left to right and looks up at Leova, head tilting to the side. "Hey there!" she smiles brightly at the Candidate. "Can't sleep, or after one of these?" Gee. Get right to the point why don't we? Millie taps lightly on the abacus though, good solid wood, nicely varnished, the beads multi-colored. "Both," Leova says plainly. "Was going to offer you this, first," and she reaches into her pocket without looking to set a little object on the table: a pierced bead, a fair guess to the same size, with a pretty "M" carved in relief. "By way of trade. But... permission to speak freely, ma'am?" Her glance around them questions whether this place is quiet enough. Milani slides her hand along the table towards the pretty carved bead and smiles. "Nice. Too pretty to string back on an abacus though. You could put this on a string though or a chain and it'd make an interesting necklace." She picks the bead up, turning it this way and that, then regards Leova thoughtfully. "Milani. No ma'am. I'm sixteen. For the love of Faranth, save the ma'am for Hayda." And she favors the Candidate with a brilliant smile. "And sure. You can pretty much always speak freely with me. I do with just about everyone anyway." Since Milani hasn't set the bead down, Leova nods acknowledgment and for the moment leaves it at that. But. "You're still in charge of me," she says. And Rilsa wasn't available, so a sixteen-Turn-old is what she's got. "About the Weyrleader. How would you normally describe his character?" Her voice is low: even if someone walks in unexpectedly, it should go unheard. "Yeah. And since I'm in charge of you, I'm telling you not to call me ma'am!" Milani's smile continues chipper, like this all makes a whole lot of sense to her. "N'thei? Well, a friend of mine and I have truly struggled over whether or not there's really a single word to capture the character and quality of N'thei and you know, we've failed completely. Simplest concept I've been able to come up with is 'sharding complicated.' "Could you come up with something more helpful," Leova says, with an expectant look where the "ma'am" would go. Milani flicks a couple of the abacus' beads idly and blows out a long puff of air. "Why do you want to know?" she asks curiously and fixes Leova with another look. "I mean, really, it's hard." "I want to know," Leova says, but then her gaze falls to the abacus before she looks up again, straight at Milani. "If he's usually that way. Throwing his weight around. Run into men like that before." Milani's cheeks puff up thoughtfully and her brow furrows. "Did he do that?" she asks then moves right on along to lifting her shoulders. "No. He uses whatever he needs to at the moment he needs it so far as I know. He's ... brave and reckless, guarded and outgoing, generous but not terribly giving. He can be wicked ... even cruel." Thoughtfully. "But at heart I think he's a good man. He just gets lost sometimes on his way to being or doing good." Again she shrugs. "He doesn't brook much nonsense, for certain sure." Beat. "What happened, Leova?" Leova's mouth compresses at that description, her nod sideways and not entirely committed. Brief. "Late to go touch the eggs with the others. My fault, expected to be called on it. But the way he did it. Like I was dirt." Milani's brows fly upwards and she sucks in a sharp breath. "Oh shells, Leova. I'm so sorry, that must have been ... awful." The girl reaches over to lay a hand briefly on the Candidate's arm. "I can't tell you why he did that or what he was thinking. I suppose it might be his idea of discipline. But ... I'd have a really hard time guessing. N'thei is ..." she sighs and shakes her head. "Complicated. Not a bad man. But complicated." She looks back down at ledger and abacus and flips the former closed, stacks the abacus on top of it, then shifts slightly to the side and slides a hand into her pocket, withdrawing a bright yellow bead. "Here ... before I forget. From my old one that broke." Leova holds for the touch, less reassured than in some other, playful moment. She does take the yellow bead, though. "Thanks." After a moment, "Some men do that because they're in a bad mood. Some because they're testing you. Seeing what makes you jump. Seen it before. And some of that I can handle, Milani. Just so he doesn't do that to someone like Jaeni. Fraya." Finally she thinks to put the bead into her pocket. "The Weyrleader. Does he have much to do with riders, direct-like? Not through the wingleader?" Milani purses her lips thoughtfully and shakes her head. "Could be that, at that. I don't really know, I haven't ... spoken to N'thei much since Wyaeth flew Teonath. Could be that getting that big knot went to his head. Wouldn't be unheard of, yeah?" Again she shrugs then considers for a moment. "Well, yes and no. I mean, in the end all of the riders are his responsibility. It's easier to you know um ... what's the .. yeah, delegate through the ranks, but depending on the Weyrleader, he could be more or less hands on. Um. S'rist, R'hin, N'thei. I was little when it was S'rist. But I guess he was pretty hands-on. R'hin and N'thei're a lot more alike than they're different I guess, except maybe R'hin was a little -- smoother." "Yeah." It's a possibility, though one Leova doesn't commit to. She listens to what else Milani has to say, her fist covering a yawn at one point but through tiredness rather than boredom given the intent look in her eyes. "Whatever it is. Doesn't make for the sort of thing someone'd risk her life for." She knocks her knuckles on the table. "Thanks, Milani." Milani looks a little discomfited by this statement and fidgets with the abacus atop the ledger. "He's got better qualities," she murmurs softly. "Like taking care of the Weyr at great personal risk." She looks up then and nods at the knock to the table. "You're welcome. Good luck with the rest of the hunt." Beat. "And try not to worry about the Weyrleader too much. He's not the only leader at the Weyr." With that the assistant headwoman collects her stuff and gives Leova a little wave. "I'm for bed now though. I'll see you in the morning." Leova's gaze holds on Milani for that much longer, then abruptly she nods. "Night." Pulling on her jacket, a pat confirming the bead there, she heads for the outer caverns. |
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