Logs:Deadlines
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| RL Date: 10 October, 2015 |
| Who: Farideh, Faryn |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Egg watching. Future guessing. |
| Where: Galleries, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 17, Month 13, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
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| Faryn's in the galleries with increasing frequency lately, as the days creep on and the eggs get harder. Her timing is erratic - save the times she brings Farideh something - but when her visits are personal it is plain. She settles, as she's settled now, on one of the lower rows of seats with her eyes on the golds and the eggs, fingers laced and hands dangling between her knees while she studies the separate clutches, guarded by separate dams. She's pensive and distant, with no work to distract her. The mood in the hatching cavern has been mostly relaxed between the senior gold and her daughter, and today is no different. Dark eggs settled in their sandy nests, and that pink egg nestled decidedly close -- close enough to nuzzle or turn -- Roszadyth seems to be dozing while weyrfolk ogle her eggs; she has faith in their safety, here. Her rider has been largely absent today, only poking her head in once, but now she's traipsing up the stairs into the galleries, skirts gathered in her hands so she doesn't trip. Once there, she sighs softly, eyeing roving the eggs, like she's doing a count of them all, and then, she turns, towards the benches. "Faryn," is the other brunette's greeting, as she steps sideways through the seating to get to her assistant. Easily distracted from her thoughts, Faryn blinks at the sound of her name and turns away to face the source. "Hey." Her smile appears and disappears like magic, friendly enough to show up but not quite enough to linger. She's focused on Farideh's side-stepping, and at least she resists the urge to tell Farideh to be careful. Instead, "You doing okay?" Side-stepping one's way through the aisle is hard work, and by the time she sits down next to Faryn, Farideh is a little out of breath. She spends a considerable time rearranging her dress's skirts to lie just so, before she slants her assistant a thoughtful look. "I'm fine. Why do you look so serious? Regretting the choice to stand a second time?" Faryn at least looks amused by the time Farideh settles, and has the good manners not to say anything about any puffing or those skirts. She's used to it, by now. "I always look serious," the older woman counters, tilting her head and cutting a look back to the sands. "But no, I'm not regretting it. Just thinking. Planning eventualities in my head. Even I'm allowed a daydream now and then." "What kind of daydreams? Some handsome bronzerider comes to spirit you away to Ierne? Where you live out the rest of your days in a hut on the beach, getting tan and having a lot of babies? Or would that be a bluerider?" Farideh likewise looks amused, though the origin of her amusement has to be something less practical. "I used to daydream often." Faryn laughs, "No bronzeriders. Blue, either. And no babies, I'd rather borrow them and give them back when they're not fun anymore. I'm a great aunt," she says, matter of fact, with a nod to drive it home. "But a beach would be nice, and a tan too. Mostly, I'm thinking about where I'll go if they hatch and --" she spreads her hands out, palms open and empty. "Ista, I figure." Hazel eyes are back to perusing the eggs down below, though she does appear to be listening, even if she doesn't comment until after Faryn has finished speaking. "Ista? You don't think High Reaches has anything else left for you if you don't manage to Impress this time? Why Ista?" Her gaze comes back to Faryn then, settling with curiosity. "Would you have me be your errand girl until I'm an errand woman, who eventually grows into an errand spinster?" Faryn's laugh is soft. "If I go, I'd want to go somewhere with a cleaner slate. There's too much, here. Actually, maybe Honshu. They're doing all that construction, right? Linking the hold and the weyr. That could be new, for everyone." She leans back, shimmying in her seat until she can prop her elbows on the row behind her. "Don't be so morose, Faryn." The candidate's train of thought is making Farideh frown, as likely her own mind roams to possibilities. "You won't know until you know. Is there a deadline on your future? Why do you have to decide now? You could walk away with a dragon, and if you don't-- worry about where to go then. Not now. Enjoy it-- now. While you still can." She reaches a hand to pat Faryn's comfortingly. "You can at least choose Southern if you go south." At Farideh's bidding, Faryn offers a smile that lingers longer than her last. "If I'm morose, then I'll be pleasantly surprised later, if I do walk away with a dragon. If not, I'll have an idea. I don't want to feel the way I did, last time, and people say you should wait months after a big disappointment before you make any important decisions. Who has time for that?" "You'll give yourself gray hairs early. You won't have to worry about not liking any bronzeriders, because they won't like you either." It's clearly an attempt at humor, but it's weak enough, whilst the goldrider squeezes Faryn's hand and releases. "You have time. I don't think it suits to make yourself upset with worry before either-- especially something you can't control. They know, they say," she says, lips pursing briefly as her eyes connect with her gold, still presumably asleep. "You can do anything. Travel Pern with a rucksack and a flask. Become a bookie for the runner races in Keroon. Cozy up to some Lord somewhere and convince him to drape you in jewels." Really, why does anyone take advice from Farideh, ever? "Twenty-five, soon," Faryn notes blithely, lips pressing together at the goldrider's comfort. If that's not readable, the expression in her eyes is: she's grateful, even if she'll never say it. Indeed, she'll deflect to, "Maybe you just don't keep me busy enough to keep my mind off things." Then, "Ew, gross. I haven't seen a single Lord whose affections I'd want at all. Those others though -- maybe. I'll try not to think about it for the next few sevens, how's that? And I'll be nothing but beaming smiles for everyone I cross." "I can fix that," she notes, amusedly. "It's a deal. For now." Farideh's fingers curl around the edge of the bench and then push, sending her to her feet in a less-than-graceful movement. "I just came by to check in, anyway. I should get back to Aleigha before she sends someone looking for me," she says, wrinkling her nose and then giving Faryn a conspiratorial smile. "Only smiles." Back out the way she came in, with those sideways steps, and the goldrider disappears out of the corner, without a single look back-- not that she doesn't have another set of eyes in the cavern. "Anything to keep me from the brats," Faryn says, straightening when Farideh does, and holding her hands at ready just enough to catch Farideh should she fall, a silly failsafe that proves unnecessary. "Sure enough," she says, watching the weyrwoman go. And those eyes she left behind? They might report the smile lingers until Farideh's gone around the corner and her footsteps can't be heard. With nobody watching, though? Faryn's prone to that cagey little frown, even if she doesn't stay long. |
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Squishy (19:28, 11 October 2015 (PDT)) said...
"You can do anything. Travel Pern with a rucksack and a flask. Become a bookie for the runner races in Keroon. Cozy up to some Lord somewhere and convince him to drape you in jewels." Really, why does anyone take advice from Farideh, ever?
At least two of those were good ideas! >.> <.<
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