Logs:Talking About The Gather
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| RL Date: 29 July, 2011 |
| Who: Emmeline, Evali, Rhaelyn, Riorde, Seani, Tomaeran |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Girls talk about gathers and dates and the future. Tomaeran makes out with some bimbo. |
| Where: Snowasis, HIgh Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 8, Month 4, Turn 26 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Elgin/Mentions, Warucori/Mentions |
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| Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor, and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook. Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern. People come and people go, but one person remains: Evali is /still/ in the Snowasis. She is on her second glass of wine in probably four hours, though it is maybe early for it. These are things Evali hasn't really /learned/ about wine. She's got her notebook and herbalry book still open. Still taking notes. Others occasionally make rude gestures at her or funny comments about her hair, but she is immune to them. Tomaeran's been here for a while, too: he's flirting outrageously with a well-endowed red-head, off towards what passes as 'dark corners' within the Snowasis. Most of the bar is ignoring the pair, except when the - rather squealy - girl lets out a particularly /loud/ and emphasised remark. It's unfortunate that Seani's entrance is timed right in the middle of one of those, to the point where she can't help herself but to turn and stare. Her expression, briefly, is unreadable, and then the blonde heads for the bar, turning her gaze away. And who happens in right behind Seani? Emmeline of course! Her wince is definitely visible, but with Seani's back to her the blonde woman probably has no idea. And that prompts the harper candidate to head to the bar for a moment as well, leaning forward enough to order herself something to drink and then smile at the other islander. "Hey, I was going to sit with Evali again if you'd like to join us." she suggests, looking over the way of the healer's table. And just in case Evali actually looks up, offers a wave too. Evali had, indeed, looked up -- at the sounds, and then looked around sharply to attempt to place all the parties involved. Seeing Seani's reaction, Evali seems to droop a little before attempting to buck up again, wave at Emme and give a nod of encouragement. "Oh," says Seani, surprised - and briefly hesitant, as though she has to really think about whether she's willing to take up the offer. Her answer is, however, cheerfully polite: "Of course. That would be nice." She orders her drink - a glass of wine, white - without glancing back at Tom and his paramour, nor making any remark on it to the harper behind her. Instead, once they're on the way to Evali's table, "How are you, Emme? And you, Evali?" "You don't have to, Seani. We won't take offense." Emme assures, making brief note of the hesitance. But, obviously, not discouraging Seani from walking with her to the table. She completely ignores Tom as usual. "I'm doing very well. I hear you are too?" She easily slides right in to the spot that she had vacated earlier to check for messages. "Anyone say anything interesting after I had to leave, Evali?" Evali only shakes her head; nothing even worth talking about, apparently. "Of course you are both welcome," is all she actually says, pulling her books out of the way. Her drink sits where it is, because it's right in front of her. Tom is back to making noise-- the exile and his girl, both. It tightens Seani's shoulders, but also, it seems, her resolve: she plasters a bright smile upon her expression as she sits down at the table, setting her own wine in front of her. "I'm fine," she assures Emmeline, firmly. "I've been doing well. I hear I'm going to be watching you at the hatching, Emmeline. Best of luck with it." "Yeah, I'll be there out with the rest of the sacrificial bodies." Emme agres, making light of the situation. "Mmm!" the girl remembers something mid-gulp from her drink and starts coughing to clear her throat. "Great timing for both of you to be here. I just HAVE to tell someone. I wrote a song for our exile kids. And it didn't totally suck, so I think they're going to let people use it for the kids here at the nursery. It's like.. a lullabye." Which explains why she treated herself to a drink earlier, obviously. Plus, anything is better then drawing attention to Tom and his bimbo. Evali's curtness melts away, as she gives Emme a little bit of a beam. "That's good! I am so glad for you. And I am -- all right, Seani, I apologize for not answering before." She was caught up by the other question, of course. "You are still working in the nursery?" Seani's brows raise in surprise and alarm as Emme starts to cough, but her expression rapidly breaks into genuine pleasure when the harper continues. "Oh, congratulations," she enthuses. "You'll have to teach it to me." Evali's apology gets a hurried smile and a shake of the head: it's fine, it's fine. "I am, yes. It's good work. The children-- they flourish in there. It's lovely." Just pleased to finally be able to share the news with those who would appreciate it, a simpled smile is given to both women. "I imagine they're blending in just fine with the weyr children, right?" Being seated with two others that don't usually talk much though, might mean that Emme is going to start wanting to drink as well. Soon. "The kids in the Harper's classes seem to be doing well enough at it." "Good." Poor Emmeline -- Evali might be more talkative to these two, but she's no better than usual. "Maybe you could sing it for us, too. Or perhaps Seani's already heard it, if the children sing it?" She looks thoughtfully at the now-nanny, head tilted a bit. "I haven't," says Seani, apologetically. "Not yet. I'd like to." Big eyes on Emmeline, though she's not pushing; that would be completely out of character, even for the new-and-improved Ani. "Children are adaptable," she adds, reaching for her glass. "They do so much better than the rest of us, I think. I suppose that's why some people are worrying about them forgetting their roots." There's something noncommittal about the way she says that, as though she's not entirely convinced that /that/ would be a bad thing. Emmeline is quick to point out, at the mention of the children forgetting their roots... "That was one of the reasons for the song. It has references about the Island." Her gaze rests on Seani hesitantly at her tone for a moment there. And as it would be unusual for her to refuse any request for Evali, her eyes shift again between the two other women before she nods a quick agreement. "Alright, I can do that." Though when she does start her singing, her tone is kept low enough that it shouldn't pass beyond their own little booth. It could easily be mistaken for a song about any sea-hold's end of day routine, save for the reference to their communal housing and constant bonfire outside. But it's something that should prompt memories at least. The only reason Evali doesn't tear up is because she is not, generally, a cryer; but she does seem stiller, and the everpresent tension in her shifts. She lets out a wistful sigh, taking another slow sip of her wine. Homesickness abound. "That is lovely," she whispers. In contrast, though Seani listens intently, she's patently /not/ homesick. That doesn't stop her from saying to Emmeline, just seconds after Evali's whisper: "It /was/ lovely. You're good at this, Emmeline." It's genuine, if not emotional; the nanny smiles at the harper, dipping her head forward. "I won't hesitate to sing it." Emmeline doesn't resist the impulse to reach over and squeeze Evali's hand lightly; both as comfort for homesickness and thanks for the compliment. "You're both far too sweet to me. I hope to get better at it. Assuming I don't impress, I may try to write more songs, to help people understand... even if I want to focus on law." But that, apparently, is more then enough of that. "I want to hear more about both of your plans. Tell me - are you going to try specializing in midwifery as part of the Healers Evali?" "I," says Evali. She looks out, past Seani and Emmeline, and back down at the table. At her drink. At the books. Then finishes her sentence: "May be Standing. My grandfather truly wishes me to but Devaki does not think we should and I am -- trying to decide. But if I do not. Then yes. There are some things I know better of midwifery than those who are training me do -- and they respect that." She does have some issue with being an apprentice at twenty. "What a trio we shall make," remarks Ani, lightly. "Evali will deliver them, I will care for them, and Emmeline can teach them. Though-- I suppose not so much, if you intend to specialise in law entirely." There's a not-quite question in that statement, faint curiosity lingering in her tone. "Unless the pair of you become dragonriders, in which case I will foster any children you have to make sure they they get a stable home life even if you can't provide it." Emmeline looks at Evali a long moment at her admission, and offers a bit of a smile. "I know I would appreciate having someone's arm to cling to on the sands when the eggs hatch." she decides, but has no intention of pressing that issue. "You would do so well as a Healer too. I know you would." is encouraged, before her grin turns to Ani. "I can't think of anyone else I'd rather have fostering any children I might have if I'm a rider. I would love that." As to whether she really will specialize entirely in law, her eyes shift uncertainly. "I've been thinking about that. I really liked writing that music. More then I thought I would. But, shouldn't I do something that could really help the others? I enjoy law and the charter as well. But it's been made clear to me that it's entirely possible I won't be able to do much with it. Perhaps I should talk to Kharven again." The glasses of wine on the table that don't belong to her are looking far better then her cup of klah at the moment. But, she keeps her hands around her mug determinedly. "Sounds difficult." Evali actually had words for Emmeline's predicament besides a headshake! Must be that all the rest of the sounds of the Snowasis make her less anxious about speaking. "The -- decision, I mean. But Ani, she is right, there is no better choice in the world as far as I can see for raising children." She smiles again. It must also be a good day; or maybe it's just the company. Seani turns pink, clearly pleased by the reaction her 'offer' has gotten. "I look forward to it," she tells them both, breezily, after taking a sip from her glass. "My children, your children, all of them growing up communally and happy." Setting the glass back down again, she adds, "I can't see why you couldn't do both, Emmeline. To some extent, anyway. At any rate, i don't imagine you have to decide /immediately/. Particularly not with Impression looming as a possibility." "Good wine?" Emme is just taking an educated guess there. But clearly something is prompting Evali to be more talkative. "That really does sound lovely. ALl of them growing up together like that." Perhaps this time she's momentarily wistful, but all it takes is a quick shake of her head to get rid of any thoughts like that for herself. "Good point, Ani. And fortunately, I do not have to decide right away either, yes. And I've a few ranks to attain first. Which should only take me, oh, about 10 years or so." Cue the pained expression!' It's not the wine. It's the company. Clearly. Evali, Emmeline and Seani are seated at a corner table with wine, klah and in Evali's case, books. (Tomaeran is off in a corner with some other girl. Sometimes they make noises and the islander ladies try not to make faces.) Evali reaches out to tentatively pat Emmeline on the hand. "You will get there. You are younger than I with some apprentices so much younger. Three, here -- all younger. But you are right," this to Seani's idea. "That does sound perfect. Growing up together /safe/. Not controlled so by what the weather brings." Seani admits, her smile quirked with amusement, "I don't think I could stand being an Apprentice at my age." Then again, she's the eldest of the three - but not by /that/ much. "It's a good thing you don't need to be, to do what I'm doing. I'm sure they'll give you the opportunity to move forward sooner rather than later." Which is aimed at both of them. Also? "I think I'd feel safe, having children here. Not worried about them all dying before adulthood. I'd-- like to. It's my plan, anyway." In wanders Riorde, mostly purposeless and trying to look as if she intends it that way as she scopes out the crowd. While it doesn't turn up whoever she might've been looking for -- assuming she was looking for anyone in particular -- she does spot the cluster of exile-women (and Tom) and heads for the former. Casually coming alongside, she offers, "Hey." A pause. "Never knew he was so into making an exhibit of himself." He being Tom, indicated with a jerk of her chin. Emmeline brightens some at Evali's gesture, giving a grateful nod. "It's real nice to be able to actually think about that now isn't it. We're all stronger and healthier and better able to /have/ children if we want to. And when they're born, we won't have to be afraid all the time for them." Something she herself hadn't considered before. "You'll find someone who deserves you this time, Ani. You just bring him by us and we'll grill him for you first. Make sure he's good enough." the woman jokes, until Ri arrives. "Hey! Join us." she invites, with a smile. "He's into whatever makes him feel special. Fortunately, he's not." Evali already had her mouth open to make some comment about apprenticeship or childbirth in the near future when Riorde arrives; she closes her mouth, then, and makes a bit of a face. "Are you surprised?" she asks weakly, and then immediately attempts to move the subject back. Despite Seani's being older, Evali moves to protect /everyone/. "Come sit, Riorde." The books finally get closed, and put in a pile, so there's room for everyone. Mere mention of Tom makes Ani looked pained. Which is new: /after/ their marriage broke up, she and the tall islander were on friendly terms. But now... "I'd rather we didn't talk about him," she says, weakly, very determinedly not glancing around at him or the girl. "Hello, Riorde. What new and interesting things are going on in /your/ life?" Emmeline's comment brings out a quick grin as Riorde idly stands by. She has the grace to look a little chagrined when Seani makes her request, and it's with a touch of guilt that she replies, "Sorry, I didn't think you were still -- nevermind." She cuts herself off in an effort to extract her foot from her mouth. "Oh, you know, Rhaelyn, Iolene and I have made a bunch of secret pacts while scrubbing you-don't-want-to-know, but being secret..." She shrugs, with one of her slight smiles to show that she's not being serious. "I'll just get something, two minutes." Riorde delays joining them properly in order to head for the bar. Emmeline makes a face as Riorde references the nasty chore that the three girls have had, and exaggerates it to try and get a laugh. "You're right, I don't want to know. I haven't eaten dinner yet and I'd like to enjoy my future food." Secret pacts make her grin, and she studiously avoids any further mention of He Who Shall Not Be Named. Evali simply makes a face. A distasteful face. "How -- nice." No sarcastic comments from Evali: she potentially doesn't even know what sarcasm /is/. "You are right about the eating, though, Emme, that should probably be done at some point. They serve food here, yes?" Seani's expression turns immediately guilty and apologetic, but although she opens her mouth as if she intends to explain herself, she shuts it again with a snap, letting Riorde go and get her drink without explanation. "Yes, they serve food in here," she puts in; a much safer topic. "I've eaten here a few times. It's a nice change from the living caverns, anyway-- and /shells/, that makes me sound terribly fancy, doesn't it? Having choices of where to eat, and not--" Not just 'eat what's here and say you like it'. Riorde loiters at the bar for the few minutes, affecting a similar sort of picky indecision that Seani's just confessed to; it's better than a blank stare as all that selection momentarily overwhelms her. Settling on klah (safe, familiar enough), she heads back for the table and this time moves to sit with them. "I never know what to get," she confesses in an undertone. "Yes," Evali agrees with Seani, but she's got a tiny little grin there. "It does. But everything about this place /feels/ fancy." Evali is clearly not sure what to make of it, but when Riorde speaks up she has something to say: "A lot of the wines are very good. There is a man who lives here who /makes/ wine and he taught me some things." "I confess. I've actually started to get picky about what I want to eat." As long as they're talking about fancy and food and having choices.. "But I haven't eaten here yet, so... why not, right? Just /no/ fish dishes. I will try anything other then that at least once." Doesn't matter how they cook it. No more food from the sea. Not yet! Not for Miss Emme. "Ohhhhhhh. Is that the one that was in the barracks with us that one day and let us sample that wine, Evali? We all thought it tasted like fruit on fire or something!" "It's still strange," admits Seani, though not without a smile. "Having /choice/. I'm told we'll probably all find the gather at High Reaches Hold overwhelming, because there will be even more choice than we can imagine now." Her expression hints at excitement, but also some doubt: really? Could it /really/ be that big? "Look at us. Drinking klah, and wine, and talking about food as if it was more than just a necessity. I'm so proud." Riorde looks unconvinced, hands curling around her mug. "Not sure I like wine." She glances at the glasses of the two currently drinking it, then looks up with an inquiry. "Can I try?" Her klah remains untouched while she waits for permission, attention going to Seani as she echoes a little dubiously, "Proud?" Evali silently passes Riorde her mostly untouched wine. "Go ahead," she says softly. And then: "The idea of the gather frightens me -- we are supposed to have fine clothes, I hear. Where am I to get fine clothes? I have none." "I thought about not going, just to avoid that feeling of helpless inadequacy." BIG WORDS ALERT! Emme's admission is stated rather mildly though. "I... wow. I hadn't even thought of the clothes." The girl's brow furrows, food obviously momentarily forgotten while she thinks. "Oh.../oh/. Warucori. I remember when I spoke to her that once when we first got here, she mentioned trying to get clothes together for us all. Maybe we could check with her. There might be some fancier stuff in there?" "Mindy - she's one of the girls I share a dorm with - has offered to lend me something to wear," says Seani, sounding pleased and excited. Her glass, too, is slid towards Riorde even as she's adding, "I'm sure we can all find /something/, even if we aren't the finest dressed people there. I wouldn't miss it: it's exciting. It's part of what living at a weyr is all about, getting to go to things like this." And Seani? She's not missing /anything/ that normal weyrgirls do. Seani, Riorde, Emmeline and Evali are sitting around a table not too far from the bar. Tom? He's making out in the corner. Again. Picking between two glasses, Riorde reaches for Evali's and tries a small sip before putting it back. "Okay, I guess," is her unconvincing verdict. "You're all going?" she asks, possibly as a strength-in-numbers thing, though Riorde has rarely shown to need it before. "I'll just wear what I have," she adds with a flare of defiance; fashion be damned. With a little shrug, Evali says, "I think I may," and only that. No, a little more than that: "I do not mind crowds, so much, when I can merely watch and am not forced to speak to everyone involved." Still, this is a group she feels safer speaking in. "May as well. Should we all stick together? Unless you have a date already, Seani." Emme teases, a little. She can't help it. "We can also just check the storage caverns for other clothes. When I went, it didn't seem that there was any kind of /lock/ on the stuff or anything." she ventures, adding her own shrug t oeveryone else's. Coming in by herself, Rhaelyn weaves though a pach of people making their departure to the doorway. Ah, it's familiar voices she hears, and in that direction she strolls, slowly slipping the gloves off her fingers. Evali, Emme, Ri, Seani.... her eyes keep shopping through the various faces. Looking. Looking. Nose crinkle at suck-face Tom. Nope. So, it's back to Evali's group that her gaze travels again. "Hello." The dark haired girl lifts a hand, and pulls up a seat. Seani turns pink, flushed with pleasure; Emmeline's tease seems to have caught a mark. "I," she begins. "Will probably be spending the evening with Alacantor. But perhaps we could walk around together, earlier?" Those words seem to include all of them - even Rhaelyn, who gets another, sweet smile of greeting. "Hello, Rhaelyn. We were just talking about the gather." "Alacantor," Riorde repeats with a smile, not quite teasing but close. "Sure, we can do that -- hi." She offers that greeting to Rhaelyn, a cautious truce leading to the acknowledgment, though it isn't enough to make her stay. "Maybe I'll have a look through those storage caverns," she says, the catalyst to her getting up to go. "See you all later." She downs her klah, deposits the mug back at the counter, and summarily exits. Evali offers Riorde a wave as she departs, and a quiet, "Have fun with it -- something for everyone maybe." Just as soon as Riorde is leaving, Rhaelyn is arriving, and she gets just about the same smile that Riorde had gotten. Evali says nothing of Seani's date: it's not her business! Emmeline claps once, perhaps much happier then she ought to be that Seani's got a DATE. But she really does appear genuinely excited for the other woman; even though it's none of her business. "Walking together earlier sounds good." she adds, giving a brief smile and then a wave to the departing Riorde. "Catch you soon! Hopefully!" she calls after her friend, Rhaelyn also accorded a polite smile. They've rendered a cautious truce of their own it seems, but it's a wary one. "So, you going to come with me later to see what's there then, Evali?" Rhaelyn smiles right back at those offering her smiles and even for those who don't, look who has upped a level to manners! "The gather?" She makes it sound as though she hasn't heard about this at all. Gloves are tucked into a pocket before she's lifting a hand to wave goodby to Ri making her departure. Getting bits and pieces of what's going on she asks, "You're all going together?" Evali stops to consider this, slow-sipping her wine and taking another moment to look mournfully at the books before she tells Emmeline, "I think so." Unless that's to Rhaelyn -- they both get the same answer, anyway. "Good luck, Riorde," calls Seani after the departing girl; it's easier to glance that way than to smile at her friends, given the depth of her blush and obvious pleasure. When she does glance back around, she aims a hand for her glass, and buries her face in /that/ instead. "He seems nice. I'd like to learn how to dance." More firmly, she adds, "But I think it would be nice to wander the stalls and everything together, too. We'll have to do that. Safety in numbers." Emmeline will probably regret this later, but in an effort to practice those diplomacy skills she bobs her head at Rhaelyn and even adds, "You're welcome to walk around with us. Like Seani said, there's safety in numbers. It may not be as overwhelming if we're with familiar faces." Glancing over at the books, and then Evali, the harper then ventures. "If you trust me to pick something out for you, you can just study instead. I don't mind checking the shelves alone." she insists. "Where are you learning how to dance, Ani? Or is he going to show you?" The dark haired girl's expression doesn't change at the offer that she could go along with the group. "Really? Well, I might do that." Maybe that will just shock Emmeline's socks off, or be a disapointment. Looking from face to face she's silent for a moment to listen to the talk of dancing. At last she asks, "Does anyone know when you will be going? Who's taking you?" Evali ... thinks. Silence passes as Evali thinks. And Evali shrugs. "No," she finally concludes. "I assume riders." Seani laughs, admitting, "He'll have to show me. I told him I didn't know how; he didn't seem to mind." She can't help smiling about it: it's very sweet. Rhaelyn's question draws a frown, though she doesn't put in her own response until after Evali: "I assume there will be plenty of lifts to go around. I'm sure they'll tell us more, closer to the time. I hadn't really given it any thought." Point in favor of the man with the awesome name. So, Emme smiles. "I assume riders, too. Can't see how else we would get there. Unless there were wagons driving us. But that doesn't make any sense. Not when we've been told we need escorts." Or, rather, guards. "Think I'll go check out the stores now though. Just to see." Rhaelyn stretches out her hands, squinting a bit at her fingernails. "Huh." Thoughtful at the 'plans' they have formed. There's a little tug at the corner of her lips. "I an sure that it will all fall together." And since no one is asking her advice or opinions about rides or times, she doesn't provide any. It just doesn't do to be snotty, she's learned that. As Emme makes her departure, she lifts a hand to wave after her, "Hopefully you'll find just what you're looking for." Evali continues to think, and then downs the last of her wine and says, "I will come along, Emmeline; the crowd is making me tired a bit. I will see you two later, Rhaelyn, Ani?" Hopeful hint of a smile. These are the people she wants to be surrounded by! "Good luck," says Seani, warmly, encompassing Emmeline and Evali in her smile. "Definitely, Evali." She watches them go for a few moments, then turns her attention back at Rhaelyn, shifting her wine glass in her hand before she says, "I'm sure it will. Fall together, I mean. It should be a nice couple of days, I think. Something... /different/. A chance to wear pretty things." She's cheerful, even warm, but it would be hard to miss that she, too, is faintly wary of Rhaelyn. "Oh, you betcha." Rhaelyn says with all the gusto she can muster. Too much? She smiles after them even, even after they have left, she's smiling. It's only when Seani speaks that she realizes that they all didn't go on the adventures in fashion crimes. "Why can't you wear pretty things now?" It's a fair question, no malaice behind it, "When you're not working of course." Seani sets her wine glass down again, frowning. "Well," she says, slowly. "I suppose I /could/. But it's much more fun to have an excuse to do so-- a /reason/. Don't you think?" She smooths a hand down her dark blue skirt before she adds, "Though even my normal clothes still feel terribly fine. It may be a while before I stop thinking cotton and linen are lovely." Rhaelyn watches the wine being set down, but shifts the gaze back to Seani, "I don't know honestly." Rhaelyn admits with a little shrug. "Ylynna says that fashion is not only for festivals, but what you should think about every day. Maybe we must make reasons for the days to be special for them to fit what we wear." There's a little smirk at the end of it. "Anything is better than what we had on the island though." "Ylynna?" Not living in the barracks, or generally associating all that much with the other exiles, perhaps Seani can be excused for not knowing the girl in question. "I think-- there's merit to that, a little bit. Every day should be special. At the same time, I don't know about you, but I'm quite sure I would get pretty things filthy very quickly. Work is-- not the best place for them." She manages a bright smile, concluding, "Besides, keeping things for special occasions makes occasions more special." "She's my friend. A candidate from Highreaches Hold." Rhaelyn looks like she might say more but then just shrugs, the rest wouldn't matter to the now-nanny right? Perhaps a friend is what's helping with Rhae's attitude. Who knows. "No, you don't understand. You wear nice things all the time but -very- nice things for special events. I think we're saying the same thing though." And as for her work and the clothes, "Mending and clothes washing isn't a job that's too messy. Thankfully. Seani takes a quick sip out of her glass, nodding quickly: "Ah, of course." She seems content with the explanations the other woman offers, and nods along. "I think you're right: we are trying to say the same thing. I wouldn't mind having lots of pretty things-- perhaps one day." The blonde twists in her chair, glancing vaguely around the room and very carefully avoiding Tomaeran and his girl. "The children would destroy anything really lovely in two seconds flat, I'm sure of it. I'm in the wrong job for lovely, fragile things. Have /you/ got a date to the gather, Rhaelyn? I don't remember if you said." "Yes, the children are very distructive." A bit of a smirk at some memorry, "Do you think any of the children will make fish-bone-puppets here for the weyr?" Not exactly mainland-quality entertainment but it makes Rhae chuckle quietly. "You can have pretty things that are not fragile though." She doesn't elaborate further. Fingertips play with one of the empty glasses, pushing it around on the table. "A date? I was invited to go with you all. Right? What sort of date do you mean?" Seani's laugh is a merry one. "I don't suppose they will. Too many... pre-made toys." They're spoiled, the children around here, but her tone is affectionate all the same. "I know I can. I just-- haven't, yet. One day." The nanny gives Rhaelyn a wistful little smile, before hastily adding, "Of course you were. I meant-- well, I'm going dancing with someone, afterwards. That's all. It's not required or anything." "HOpefully they won't forget about those hold ways. The old stories and songs." Rhaelyn frowns to herself but then shrugs, "I guess it's best they do forget though." That's what the weyr wants, right? Says the tone in fewer words. "Well..." Rhae's head turns and she pins the lip-locked Tom with a smirk before turning back to answer Seani, "I'm going with Elgin." She says it like it's a scandal. Elgin! Gasp! "Brownrider E'dre is going to take us bright an early." It's not really gloating right? TO be happy about having her day set up so pretty? "I think they will," says Seani, simply; from the tone of her voice, she doesn't think it a bad thing, necessarily. "Good for you," she adds, presumably about Elgin. "I hope you have a lovely day." She is not looking at Tomaeran, though she probably has worked out that Rhaelyn just did; she keeps smiling. "If you'll excuse me? I'm going to go and find myself some dinner. Have a pleasant evening." Rhaelyn says, "Guess it doesn't matter so much if they do, or don't." She watches as Seani gets up, "I'm looking forward to seeing how...things turn out." THe exile isn't putting all her marks in one basket regarding the gather. "But I'm sure it will be like nothing we've seen before. Goodnight and...ah, you too." |
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