Logs:A Warm Welcome
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| RL Date: 16 December, 2015 |
| Who: J'sae, L'sha |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: L'sha welcomes new transfer J'sae to the Weyr. |
| Where: Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 7, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: S'rin/Mentions |
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>---< 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.
This room is +watchable.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
J'sae M 25 6'2" wiry, brown hair, hazel eyes 0s
L'sha M 22 6'2" lanky, auburn hair, blue eyes 1m hough the hour is growing late, the living cavern isn't wholly devoid of life. There's a handful of riders and residents spread around even with dinner long past. Among them is J'sae, settled at a table studying a wide page that is obviously a map of the Weyr. His hands are pressed together between his knees and he leans forward in his seat, the study of the map fairly intense. If the orange embroidery on his khaki-and-fawn colored riding jacket with its High Reaches knot didn't mark him as too recently a foreigner, the map does. He looks tired, but there's a mug of what's probably klah there for the nursing. L'sha wanders into the living cavern in search of a late night snack before turning in. He manages to locate a meatroll from the kitchens and pours a glass of red wine from a cask. He returns to find a seat when a new person catches his eye and he heads toward him. Before he sits, he glances at the map J'sae is reading, quickly recognizing its features. "Hi there! Are you a new arrival? Haven't seen you around. Mind if I sit?" J'sae's hazel eyes draw up away from the map at the sound of L'sha's voice and he has an immediate, easy smile. "That obvious, huh?" Taking the opportunity to stretch, both legs under the table and arms out in front of him and straighten, the bluerider fends off a yawn into his mug. "Just arrived today, from Ista. Still haven't even moved my things to my new weyr. Jase," he offers, "J'sae," is almost an afterthought, "Zajeth's woodcrafter." Something about that makes him grin as his hand is offered to the other man. L'sha's dark blue eyes meet J'sae's as he grins at the other rider. "It shows. In the dark." He places the plate with his meatroll and wineglass down on the table, careful not to muss the map, and takes J'sae's hand in a warm, firm handshake. "L'sha, green Rillaeth's. Um, I'm not a crafter, though. Nice to meet you, J'sae, and welcome to High Reaches! How do you like it so far? Need any help finding your way around? I grew up here, so I'd make a great guide." The first earns a laugh from J'sae, self-conscious perhaps but real. "Well, good thing I'm prepared to not blend for a while. Too tan," for now, but that will quickly change given the local climate. "I'm also prepared to take all the help I can get;" it's a little rueful, but his, "yes, thank you, L'sha," is sincere. "So far I love it. They've let me transfer and into Tundra so I can be closer to a crafter again." What's not to love, his tone inquires. "How long have you and Rillaeth been together?" is casual conversation making as he lifts his mug again, no longer paying attention to the map spread before him. L'sha chuckles. "Yeah, I guess it's a big shift climate-wise from Ista. Say goodbye to that tan, though, we don't get nearly as much sun up here. Pretty soon you'll be as pale as me." He holds his hands up to his face, backs of his hands toward J'sae, to demonstrate his pasty whiteness. "Although the tan does look good on you, I must say." He smirks, eyes drifting downwards. "Well, I'd be glad to help, then! Oh yes, Tundra's the 'crafter' wing now. That's an interesting project, I wonder how it'll turn out. Hmm, let's see, I Impressed Rillaeth about six and a half turns ago now. How long has it been with you and Zajeth?" J'sae's next laugh is more self-conscious and more reserved. "Thanks," of the tan compliment is a little awkward and moved on from quickly. "It's a big change, yeah, but one we're-- well, we're glad to make it. Zajeth is looking forward to using the snow to set off his hide. Everything's an accessory," is light, humorous, and fond of his lifemate. "Just two, in a couple days, for us. Six and a half is hard to imagine." He admits. "Still like it here after all your life?" is only half humor, half at least is true inquiry. "I'm hoping Tundra will work out well. Will certainly be working to do my part, anyway." Jase's reaction, or lack thereof, to L'sha's compliment gets a slight twitch of an eyebrow from the greenrider. He chuckles. "Yes, Rillaeth would agree, she has an eye for color. She helped me pick out my riding leathers." He nibbles the meatroll and sips his wine. "Oh yes, I still love it here. Sometimes I visit other Weyrs for a change of pace, but this is home. I'm not sure I really get the point of having a wing with all crafting riders, but I guess it'll be good for relationships with the Halls. Maybe S'rin will be tapped into it, he was a Starcrafter. He's a friend of mine, one of the weyrlings from the latest clutch. Tall, blonde, blue eyes, gorgeous. We were together before he Impressed, before you get any ideas." He grins. J'sae was drinking his klah, until he was suddenly coughing there at the end, one hand coming up to cover his mouth, and looking around for his-- no napkin, so a rag (relatively clean) is produced from a pocket and he touches that to his lips to mop up any unfortunate spill. His face is a little red by then, but that could be the coughing as much as the comment. "I-I see," is a little questioning like maybe he doesn't, but he'll say so for now. "Maybe he will," that's quickly seized on. "The way I heard it, they're working toward letting the dragonriders continue to practice their former crafts, to be useful to the Weyr that way, maybe even one day to get the Halls to accept dragonriders back in, formally, or something." There's a wistful quality to the way he says that, a dream that may never be. "With no Thread to fight and qualified crafters, it seems a waste of talent if we don't use it." We, the riders or the Weyr or Pern on the whole perhaps. Obviously, this is something that Jase feels passionate about for his expression is lively though the delivery and his voice resolute. "Not that it's bad for non-crafting riders to continue on with the traditional roles; that's important to," he hurries to say, possibly too aware of the fact that he's sitting with one such rider right now. L'sha's eyes widen briefly in surprise at J'sae's sudden coughing fit. "You okay there?" He smirks again. "Well, you're definitely not weyrbred. Sorry, didn't mean to shock you." He takes a larger bite of the sanwich and sips his wine again. "Hmm, I guess that sounds okay, although I still don't really get it. I guess I don't have the perspective of seeing it from the Crafter side of things. I hope it works our for you, though. Is that why you wanted to come here, to be in the crafter wing?" He grins, "Yeah, I guess you could say I'm more of a traditional guy. My parents were both riders, grew up in the weyr, weyrbrat all the way. It's nice to see a rider with such enthusiasm for crafting, though." "No," J'sae confirms with that same rueful smile again. "I've only been at Ista for three turns. Craft and Hold before that." Worse and worst, it seems, for that kind of thing. "That's a shame. It'd be nice to be understood, for the idea to be, but I guess not everyone will," and the bluerider can- does- accept that, even if it doesn't thrill him. "In my case, you might say I'm a crafter with an enthusiasm for dragonriding." It's meant to be a joke. "It sounds like you got what you wanted out of life in finding Rillaeth?" It's a bit of a guess, but nothing's led the man to any other conclusion. L'sha nods. "I guess that's another reason to have that kind of a wing, to help people like me understand crafts better. Yeah, you could definitely say that, although she's really the one who found me. We just clicked, you know? Like everything fell into place and made perfect sense the moment she looked into my eyes. Never really wanted to do anything else except be a rider. So, woodcrafting, huh? What sorts of things do you do there? I mean, carving wood, obviously, but what else?" "Really, there's not much you can do in life without crafts, if you think about it. Bakers made the recipes you enjoy every day -- not all of them, but probably some of the best ones, tanners take care of keeping you supplied with quality leather for your straps, weavers your riding gear and cold weather clothes," J'sae could probably go on, but he stops there, mercifully. "Yeah, it's-- it was sort of like that for us, too," of Impression. "I do mostly ornamental carpentry, as specializations go, things like moulding or carvings or -- well, that kind of thing. But I also do things like building furniture or making paper." L'sha ponders that for a moment. "Hmm, I guess you're right. I should probably pay more attention to that kind of thing, but they keep us pretty busy, you know. Furniture, eh? Maybe I'll commission some from you, S'rin just moved into his weyr and he's got, like no furniture at all. Last time I was there, we had to--" He breaks off suddenly with a smile. "Well, you probably don't want to hear about that." He finishes of his meatroll and wine and yawns. "Well, it was lovely meeting you, J'sae, but I have to turn in now. Let me know if you need help finding your way around. Clear skies!" He begins to stand up from the table. J'sae almost definitely didn't mean for the first words out of his mouth to be, "I'm not straight," only there they are, so that's that. Flushing, he swiftly amends, "I mean, I wouldn't pry into your personal-- but I might be holdborn and craftbred but I'm not--" A hand reaches up to rub awkwardly at the back of his neck. "Anyway, it was nice to meet you, L'sha. I'll see you around," he offers, so politely. L'sha pauses as he stands up and looks at J'sae with a bemused smirk. "Oh, sweetie, I don't mind." He straightens up and reaches over to pat the bluerider's shoulder reassuringly. "You're so cute. I'll see you around!" He tips the man a wink, turns and heads out toward the bowl, making sure to give J'sae a good view as he walks out. |
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