Logs:Thoughts on Nabol
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| RL Date: 4 February, 2016 |
| Who: Edyis, Jocelyn |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis has a question for Jocelyn, Jocelyn is not amused. |
| Where: Jocelyn's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 2, Month 12, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Farideh/Mentions, Mielline/Mentions, Jo/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to edit or make changes. |
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>---< Jocelyn's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr >----------------------------------< Separated from both the weyrleaders' complex and the dragon's ledge by heavy tapestries, this weyr is easily spacious enough to fit at least three, large dragons, an enormity that feels rather empty due to the minimal furnishings. The outermost room of this weyr currently seems to be designated as a front-facing, public space. Centered between the two entrances, a large, stone table is surrounded by several sensible, straight-backed chairs. Nearby, a trap door in the wall covers an old, elevator-pulley system connected to the kitchens, its mechanism occasionally finicky despite its polished state. A sizable, glassed-in bookshelf is built into the wall near the opening that leads into the inner weyr, containing a handful of books and situated next to a series of small, empty ceiling hooks which look suitable for hanging plants. Two cozy-looking armchairs are available for more informal seating, precisely arranged around a homespun rug in dark blue, but the present paucity of decor does little to render this outer room as anything but severe. Curtained off by thick, dark drapery, the entrance immediately beyond opens to more private chambers, a section of two bubbles in the caldera wall joined by a short tunnel. The smaller, blue-wash walled room closest to the outer weyr also connects to a personal bath, largely enclosed off by a carefully carved strip of rock wall. Heat and cool air mingle in the space between it and the rider's bedchamber, which is mostly filled by a large bed kept made up in plain linens and blankets. At the foot of the bed is a large, ornately carved chest of sweet redwood; against the far wall is a darkly-stained armoire. A wash of sea air, and a fathomless blue ripples at the outer edge of thought, the touch of Akluseth's cheerful watery tenor. « Ed wishes to speak with yours, if you have the time Aidavanth. » Aidavanth's customary warmth meets Akluseth's sea breeze, all friendliness for the brown's cheer. There's a pause while she checks in with Jocelyn, then, in her clear alto: « She's free. I'll tell her to expect your Edyis. » In the meantime, she is enjoying a graceful glide high above the bowl; he's welcome to join her, if he likes. Inside Jocelyn's weyr, the outer chamber doesn't exactly broadcast warmth and coziness for incoming visitors. Still, it's clean, if minimally furnished. There's a pitcher awaiting in the center of the large table, recently refreshed with water and accompanied by two glasses. The goldrider herself, not yet in sight, might still be back in her private quarters, but someone has at least gone to the trouble of uncovering more glowbaskets so that this room might be more prepared to receive someone. To Aidavanth, Akluseth projects, « Be there soon.» Boots hit stone, Edyis deposited on the ledge neatly. The brown wings up to join the young queen. Granted he's not above a touch of trick flying here and there, but it's an act of pleasure rather than showing off. In the weyr, the bottle in her satchel clinks, as Edyis waits quietly at attention for Jocelyn to make her presence known. Dark eyes take notice of the details in the room, slipping off her gloves and cap and tucking them into the satchel that hangs at her side. Jocelyn strides through that second curtain some minutes after Edyis arrives, growing hair clipped neatly back from her face. Today's duties likely involved shadowing one of the wings with her fellow classmates since she's still in riding pants and boots, even if the jacket's quietly hung on a hook near the passage to the ledge. "This is a surprise, " the redhead says plainly, eyebrows lifting as she takes in the brownrider's posture with a considering look. "Sit down, Edyis. What can I do for you?" She crosses to the table, nudging a chair out with a foot before taking a seat next to it. "Water?" "Please," Edyis answers of water, pulling the bottle of wine from the satchel and depositing it on the table before claiming the chair. "I wasn't sure if you preferred wine, tea, or something else, but that one is a Benden White. It seemed rude to show up empty-handed. If you'd have preferred something else let me know." There is a soft nostalgic twist of her lips with the comment as she takes in the general appearance of the goldrider. "You seemed, a little distressed the other day when we were talking about the issues in Nabol. There was something I wanted to ask you, off the record." Jocelyn clearly wasn't expecting any of this - the visit, the wine, the pending inquiry - all of which contribute to the furrow that steadily grows in her forehead as she studies Edyis from her seat. "You didn't have to bring the wine, " she says slowly, gaze sharpening. "I can't promise that I can answer you, but you've my word that I'll try." The laugh at mention of the wine is a warm one, "Old habits I suppose, I should have asked your preference before hand." Edyis notes dutifully, with an easy shrug to the non-promise of answering. "Of course." There is a sheepish brush of a stray curl from her face. "I'm not sure if you are aware that I came out of Nabol originally before I impressed. One of the Refugees from the time before Lady Nabol took over." The brownrider's brow furrows, "While I don't have family there anymore, there are still people who I keep in touch with." "I didn't know, " Jocelyn confirms, scrutiny increasing as the brownrider volunteers this new information. "Friends? People close to some of Lady Nabol's holders?" she guesses casually. "They are Lady Nabol's holders." The brownrider answers firmly, "Most of them are in Esvay Valley, but there's also some traders who go through the area." Edyis pauses a moment, "And while the Weyr shouldn't get too involved in the affairs of the holds, I imagine that knowing what is going on is likely invaluable. I can't promise I'll hear anything that would be of use or put your mind at ease, but I can at least relay the things I do hear and find out to you." She shrugs, "Of course if it wouldn't be of any use I can understand that as well. You just, struck me as someone who could see people as people. Whether attached to a dragon, or blooded, or not." Over pouring herself a glass of water and careful sips, the goldrider listens, frown deepening steadily. "You haven't volunteered this to the weyrleaders, have you." Really, it's more statement than question. "Nor have you exactly asked me anything yet. If your question is, 'would that knowledge be useful, ' I will defer to your words." No, it doesn't hurt to know what's going on. "At one time I might have gone directly to K'del. When I was younger I did go with a similar matter, but impression changes things. I have a Wingsecond and Wingleader to approach first now." Edyis notes, watching Jocelyn thoughtfully. "I wanted to know your thoughts on it first, if there was even need of such a thing. If you think it could be valuable, while not putting the weyr in a problematic position, I can take the necessary steps forward. If not, I have at least offered what I can to be of service to the Weyr." "I'm neither your wingsecond nor your wingleader, " Jocelyn points out unnecessarily, setting her glass down so that she can steeple her fingers and stare evenly at Edyis, features set into a look that might best be called measuring. "And yet, you've chosen to bring this - offer - to me. How interesting." The line of her jaw tightens a fraction. "What you're suggesting - " And she breaks off, lips pressing thin before she abruptly pushes her chair back to stand. Crisply, "No one can make a proper decision in any scenario without being well-informed. I'd prefer you offer to share what you would learn with K'del and Farideh. If, for some reason, you feel that you cannot directly do so, know that I'm going to pass on anything you happen to feel like saying in my hearing that could help them make an informed decision for this weyr." It's a reluctant agreement, and yet? Not quite one. A dark brow creeps slowly skyward, quizzically. "If you want to read that much into the situation then I suppose that could be an accurate statement. Though the idea was prompted by the discussion with you." Edyis points out, perhaps equally unnecessarily. "I'm always happy to share anything that might be of value with K'del, and make no mistake I intend to follow the proper chain of command in the process." She tilts her head, studying the redhead pensively. "Is it that uncomfortable for you to discuss something that is merely an idea?" Concern tinting her voice. Jocelyn's arms fold across her chest. "Then follow the proper chain of command if you decide to act on your good intentions for the weyr. It's why we have one." Bald though those words are, the weyrling's subsequent, "I appreciate that you felt able to talk to me about this unofficially. I'll find a good use for the Benden, " might help to soften her dismissal. Both brows go skyward at the reaction, but whatever Edyis had been about to say dies on her lips. The brownrider pulls to her feet somewhat stiffly, and there's a sort of salute to the words. The dismissal taken for what it is. Though her steps halt, "A parting thought, Not everyone is out to use you because of the color of your dragon's hide." It's gentle, and fleeting as the brownrider starts to make her way in the direction of the inner caverns. Jocelyn stares at the place where Edyis had been sitting for some time after she's left, permitting herself a skeptical noise once there's only the walls to hear it while she tidies up the tray of glassware for its return to the kitchens. 'Not everyone, ' indeed, which is surely a number smaller than 'most.' |
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