Logs:A Brief Encounter
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| RL Date: 7 August, 2016 |
| Who: Edyis, Tamsin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis and Tamsin speak briefly. |
| Where: Riders' Lounge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 6, Turn 41 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Irianke/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Kyouri/Mentions, Jocelyn/Mentions, Nimae/Mentions |
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| It's early in the day yet, but the nicer weather makes it a perfect time to visit the bar situated up on the weyr wall. Edyis is relaxed at least, leaned back in a chair with a mug of cider, her flight jacket slung over the back of her chair as she watches the occupants, a stack of ledgers sitting closed in front of her. It doesn't seem that Tamsin has come to the Riders' Lounge for the drinks. She stands, perhaps as some sort of witness, a few paces away from a pair of riders bearing Taiga badges having a low, heated discussion. She does an admirable job of not listening, though surely both know she's there and she must've been invited by one or both to take up such a near position. Whatever it was draws to a tense but abrupt end as the bluerider growls, "Fine," and rises to head for the ledge. The other glances after and then murmurs a few words to Tamsin before heading to get a drink. It doesn't seem that the rider intends to rejoin Tamsin for she turns toward the ledge as though to go herself. Her path stalls when she draws near the other brownrider and the ledgers on the table. She draws up and stops, glancing to the woman's face and arching a single brow paired with a subtle smile in friendly, obvious curiosity. "I don't think I've had the chance to congratulate you. You're Rider Edyis, aren't you?" Ink-dark eyes lift upward a polite smile settled upon her features. "Yes, that would be me. I think I remember you from he flight, but I don't know if I caught your name or not." Sort of distracted at the time. She glances over to the bluerider stomping out with a curious arch of a brow. "Something up with your friend?" There's a little shake of brunette's head at that. "No, unfortunately we were out of the Weyr when Aidavanth rose. I'm Tamsin," she offers all the same, along with her hand. "Tyth is my lifemate. We were admiring the clutch this morning." She adds the details enough to explain her reasons for stopping at the table at any rate. The Taiga rider glances in the direction the bluerider departed and has a smile and shrug. "Just some disagreements getting settled before anyone who'd give extra work because of them has to hear about it. I'm sure you know how it is." Wingriders looking out for one another and all that, it would seem. " Mielline runs a tight ship." Is all the brownrider says of it. "Still have a hard time believing that he had a hand - tail in making them." She snorts lifting her mug with a grin. "Hope your out of weyr buisness wasn't anything bad." "No doubt she does. F'manis too." The words are accompanied by an easy shrug and smile. Doubtless, not every issue needs to be taken to a higher authority to get appropriate resolution, what with them all being adults. Tamsin shakes her head, "Just duties that took me out of the Weyr. We weren't back til after it was done. I heard it was a good flight though, and certainly the size of the clutch is proof the rumors are true. Are you enjoying it so far? Being a clutchsire? Tyth's never caught a gold." The last is probably tacked on to offer her own lack of experience as just a helpful tidbit for her own baseline of knowledge. Edyis shrugs. "Couldn't say. Akluseth has enjoyed it, he's glued to her like gum to a shoe. " There's a faint smirk at the last. "He may yet, Igen encourages Brown catches amongst the junior queens during interval, who is to say if the weyrwoman intends to follow the tradition here though. Honestly so long as they are all healthy I will be pleased as punch." "Oh, he may yet. He's one of Cadejoth's many sons, so if flight performance is hereditary... well." Tamsin has a wry smile for that but she doesn't seem overly concerned about whether he does catch or not. "We do try not to fly in foreign gold flights. Afterward, Tyth always feels guilty. Like he's been disloyal to High Reaches' golds just because some other one got him bothered enough to chase." There's sympathy for her dragon mixed into the wryness that continues. "I'm sure the eggs will all turn out handsome dragons. The candidate class is coming along, some a little young perhaps, but young isn't bad in an Interval, and having the Monaco candidates might help mend fences long in disrepair, so to speak. Does Akluseth mind much the idea that some of his offspring may end up choosing to go to Monaco in the end?" There doesn't seem to be any guile to these remarks, no political angling, just casual chat. Edyis laughs. "I wonder if Ak will be the same, he would have to forget Aidavanth long enough to even chase at this point." Edyis shakes her head, "I haven't had a chance to look them over really. He doesn't mind, I have mixed feelings. There - well there's a lot of bad blood there. The idea that his sons or daughters might wind up in that place." But it is a different place now, under different leadership. That might make the difference. "Have to wait and see I guess," Tamsin replies cheerfully. "Always new experiences around the bend for anyone who shares their life with a dragon." It's never dull~ "There is," the older brownrider doesn't have any qualms agreeing about bad blood. "There will always be a past with Monaco, and there's no saying that the future will be clear of things that make bad blood between Weyrs, but one would like to hope that Kyouri will be a better friend to us than her predecessor. That Savannah felt comfortable enough to return seems a promising step. Even Kyouri's willingness to make this deal with candidates instead of, say, the one Nimae made when Irianke was loaned here... it bodes well for a hopeful future." At the mention of Savannah, Edyis' lips press together, and she finishes her drink. "Perhaps. It was nice to meet you Tamsin." The brownrider snagging her jacket and making her way out into the bowl. |
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