Logs:Searching Serin
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| RL Date: 1 October, 2015 |
| Who: Serin, Ghena |
| Type: Log |
| What: Serin gets Searched |
| Where: Bowl / Living Caverns, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: 16D 12M 38T I10, winter night |
| OOC Notes: I Fail terribly, feel free to edit or change whatever you like! |
>---< Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr(#350RIJMas) >-------------------------<
Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier
or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them
instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large
enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the
cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters
down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open
space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet,
and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's
offerings.
Tapestries on the smooth walls -- some faded and others newly woven --
only slightly mute the sea of sound when a meal is in full swing, but they
add cheerfulness augmented by the glowlight from wall sconces and the
centerpieces of each table. Still, shadows always creep along the ceiling
and into the mouths of the exits -- the myriad small hallways at one end
of the cavern and, at the other, the twisting tunnel to the bowl near an
array of coathooks and and hatracks -- and late at night, when the glows
are allowed to dim, the chamber can seem very dark indeed. It's later in the evening but there are a few still trying to dig through their evening meals. Amoungst them is Ghena, the bluerider eyeing the bowl of stew on the table dubiously. She's around a few Taiga riders, and the caverns aren't abandoned despite the hour. "I'm not entirely sure this is edible." She mutters to no one in particular. "I don't much mind any company. Still, serves me right for getting in to the caverns late. all the good stuff is gone." She sticks a hand in the man's direction. "Ghena, blue Knioth, Taiga wing." She offers by way of introduction, setting about to try to eat the substance with much chewing. Serin was /just/ in the process of putting something in his mouth with his hand, so he finishes that and wipes his hand off on his pants before shaking it. "Serin, Apprentice Starsmith." He offers, giving the bluerider a smile and scrunching his nose afterwards. "Yeah, sort of regretting wasting too much time myself." Ghena says, "It happens in this place." A crooked smile, before her brow arches. "Star smith, like charts and stuff? Sounds kinda boring all that math."" "Oh, I know. But, sometimes you just can't make it here in time and you get what you get." Serin answers, and nods a couple times. "Yep, math. Someone has to like it. Isn't it said that there's a job for everyone?" He wonders, and then shrugs and takes a few more bites of his sparse offerings on his plate. "Maybe not. But, someone has to do it." Ghena sighs, woe. "So long as it isn't me, never had much of a head for numbers, or anything else really." She shrugs, eying his plate. "I'm starting to think the nighthearth would have been a better venue, but those aunties are always gossiping." "I'm sure you have a talent." Serin says with a grin and a shrug, looking down at his plate when she does. "It's not much, but there'll be more in the morning. I prefer breakfast anyways." He admits, and leans back in the chair he's sitting on. "I /like/ listening to the aunties gossip. It's important to not take the things they say seriously, but it's fun. Besides, if you're around enough it's even less likely they're gossiping about you. Even if I doubt they're gossiping about me at all." Ghena says, "Sure, but not when it comes to harper lessons." More nose wrinkling, "Yeah, you say that, but you aren't related to half of them are you? I mean, I've got more siblings running around than I even am able to keep track of." Exasperated!" "Then why are you taking harper lessons?" Serin asks with a curious arch of his brow, before shaking his head. "Maybe one.. Not really sure. I've got a fair few siblings too, and I think they've starting to have kids. It only gets worse from there." He says with a grin. Ghena says, "one of those things that's manditory if you impress." She shrugs, "Don't have to take too many now." There's a look when he mentions his neices and nephews, "Ugh don't get me started, are yours all loony and at that stage where their favorite words are no, and why?"" "Sounds horrible." Serin says with a scrunch of his nose, stuffing some more food in his mouth and shaking his head at the question. "It's not like that, I guess? My brothers have kids, but I'm not sure if they see them that much themselves. All I have is brothers." He says with a chuckle, "I'm often called the closest thing to a girl my mother managed to have." Ghena scrunches her nose for that too. "My brother G'laer was that way, the rest of the eleven of us were female, I think. I don't keep track. I don't exactly know how my parents keep reproducing. It's kind of gross." The bluerider admits, "Why do you say you are the closest to a girl?" "Hey, at least you have some siblings with the same father. My mother.. well, she gets around." Serin says with a smirk and a shrug, since it doesn't /really/ bother him. "My brothers look, well, probably more handsome. Muscles and big and when you think of men, you probably think of guys like them. Me, I'm a little scrawny, I like having my hair longer." He explains, and then adds, "Nobody thinks I am a girl, but I am awful pretty." He chides. "No shame in that I suppose." Ghena murmurs around a mug of Klah, "That ever bother you growing up? That you were so different I mean? I bet you never had to fight for her attention though." Ghena suggest with a shrug, "You are on the pretty side." A wry grin then. Serin shakes his head, "Nope, nothing wrong with it at all. Can't blame her, really." He decides, not taking any more food off of the plate but then, most of what's left doesn't look that great to begin with. "Nah, didn't bother me at all. They're older than me so I've always been spoiled." He says, propping his hands behind his head and sighing. "Yep, hard life." "Some prefer that type." Ghena notes with an easy grin. "I suppose I was too, till the younger ones came along." There's a wrinkle of her nose then. "That's weyr life for you I suppose. Bunch of crazies the lot of us." There's an eye at the man though, thoughtful. "Would you change any of it, If you could?" "What about you, what type do you prefer?" Serin wonders, looking fairly serious as he looks out of the corner of his eye at her. "No younger ones for me, my mother couldn't have any more - so, I'm the last. Really, only five total isn't that much when compared to your family." He says with a chuckle, and shrugs his shoulders. "I'm pretty content, all said." "Mm, the fun kind I suppose." Ghena says after a minute of considering, "So long as they are a good lay who gives a damn though?" There's a shrug, "Trust me, five would be welcome. I can't even remember everybody names." "A woman after my own heart." Serin says with a chuckle, giving her a wink and then stretching a little. "I don't see my brothers often. They're posted other places, or moved off. They pop by once in a while, but not terribly much." "Suppose that's a blessing of a different sort." There's a twitch of an eye, as she falls quiet a minute, but she shakes her head. "Sounds like some of the older ones in my family -" She stops, looking at him. "I'm sorry, do you mind doing me a favor? Walk outside with me?" "It is a blessing when they're not here. I find them pretty annoying, at least, the oldest two." Serin admits, looking at his plate and then back at Ghena. "Outside? I'm not really dressed for going outside..." He muses, but then assents, "If it won't take long, I guess it won't be so bad?" Ghena says, "Shouldn't take long, damn blue." She mutters pulling to her feet and depositing the dishes where they go, heading out into the bowl, apparently she just expects him to follow." Quickly following, Serin dumps off his dishes and disposes of the remnants to head out into the bowl where it's ... well, far colder than he'd like it to be. Wrapping his arms around himself he asks, "What? Something wrong? You know I'm not a dragon healer or anything." Outside the knightly blue is tucked and coiled against the wind, deep set eyes swirling slow happy colors. "Nothing like that, he's just wanting a better look at you is all." Watching as her silvery lifemate pulls himself to his feet to peer more closely at the blonde. "He isn't usually like this, I don't know, oh." Hazel eyes narrowing at the blue who shrugs a wing. "He wants to know if you want to be a squire." She squints at the blue again head tilted. "Well, he can block the wind if he's going to drag me out here." Serin grumbles, giving the blue a look before returning his attention to Ghena, who gets an even stranger look when he's asked if he wants to be a .. what? "No. I don't?" He looks right confused, he does. Ghena drags a hand over her face. "Fool flowery beast. He means," With the air of one quite used to the blue's bizarre quirks of language. "The eggs, wants to know if you'd be willing to stand for 'em." Knioth does spread those great blue sails like a cloak behind him, not much of a shelter against the wind, but shelter still. "That's what he means?" Serin asks, and shakes his head at the blue - though he does seem pleased when the wings spread so that at least a bit of the brunt of the cold wind is stopped. "Me?" He asks, again, though without even thinking about it for more than a few moments he answers, "Yes!" "He's a bit of a queer one." Ghena notes with a sad shake of her head. "He seems to think you've the makings of an excellent squire.... or whatever." She shrugs, "See the headwoman or one of her assistants for your knot and instructions. I expect they will probably have you doing your duties as regular, but..." She scratches her head. "Jocelyn might be one to try, if you can't get a hold of Jounine." "Sounds like it. Dragging me out here in the cold, and asking me to be a squire." Serin says with a roll of his eyes, though he does give the blue a big grin. "Alright, I'll do that. But, I think I'm going to run back inside. Far too cold for me out here, and I'm probably going to freeze to the bone if I stay much longer. Thanks, Ghena.. and Knioth." He remembers, good memory this time! "You should see him when he gets on a kick about clothing and cleanliness." Ghena snorts, but there's a nod. "We best be off then, but look forward to seeing you around Serin. Try not to let things get you down, yeah?" |
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