Logs:Arrival
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| RL Date: 4 February, 2013 |
| Who: Brieli, Ainslee, Devaki, Hana, Peregrine, Issedi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, High Reaches Hold |
| Type: Log |
| What: The contingent from High Reaches Hold arrives. What a great time for a visit! Brieli is polite, Peregrine is helpful. |
| Where: Western Bowl, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 24, Month 12, Turn 30 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, Braeden/Mentions, B'sil/Mentions |
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| Western Bowl, High Reaches Weyr The bowl's vast dirt floor extends in a rough oval from west to east, only sparse clumps of grass surviving between the crisscrossed pathways of daily traffic. To the northwest stand massive gates to the world beyond, allowing people, livestock, and tithes to pass beneath some of the seven jagged spires that stand sentinel over that area of the bowl. In late afternoons, their spindly, fingerlike shadows stretch over that end of the bowl all the way to the living cavern's hulking brass doors in the far north. Eastward, the bowl sprawls on toward the lake, sloping slightly downward to allow runoff from rain and snowmelt, but to the south it's caged by more cliffs of dark, rough-cut granite. Rocks poke up from the ground here, a few large boulders and many smaller outcroppings worn smooth in spots by time and use. A few ground weyr entrances dot the wall, the most frequented ledge set up like a patio while the largest ledge services the Weyrleaders' complex, directly beside the huge entrance to the hatching sands. A more human-sized entrance, left of that, leads to the galleries. It's a cool winter's night, and not the sort of weather one lingers overly long out in the bowl for. Yet there is no snow, and the new arrivals -- as used to the weather as the local inhabitants -- are causing enough of a stir to draw in curious onlookers. There's the stablehands, leading their horses away. There's members of their group, starting to carry trunks over towards the ramp leading away, and in the midst of it, Lady Issedi alights from one of the carriages, to be met by Devaki's hand to steady her, before he turns to offer the same for Hana with a tiny smile. There's no doubt he's enjoying this. There's whispers, of course, of actual bloods!, but too, exile! punctuates some of the murmurs. Hana steps down out of the carriage carefully, Devarki's assistance lightly taken, a tiny smile returned with quickly offered full one - quickly wiped away as the murmuring starts from those watching the unloading. Once free of the wooden device, the young woman steps aside, and turns, the better to be available to assist Diendra with Vinien, though her attention does seem slightly.. split between the small group and those appearing. If word doesn't come from people, there's dragons to pass it along; despite the cold, Iesaryth is easily seen on one of the ground ledges, as interested in the mild disturbance as anyone else. So it is that there's a tall, dark figure dressed in red eventually coming from the Weyrleader complex, long-legged stride unhurried, hands in pockets. Brieli's on her way, but she's hardly going to come running over to greet the arrivals or anything. But at the same time, pleasantries and politenesses do have to be dealt with, so she will. (Too bad it's not the other one.) Too amused, Ainslee, as she steps apart from the crowd; she'd blend in well enough, except for the hair. It's always the hair. Tugging her leather jacket tighter around her, she falls more or less in stride with Brieli for a step or two - just long enough to murmur a cheerful, "Have fun!" with a flashed grin. She walks on tippy-toe long enough to peer over towards the wagons, then skirts off at an angle towards a restless-looking green, dark against the bowl wall. Issedi leans in to murmur something to Devaki and Hana: the Lady looks wide-eyed, her efforts at composure foiled by the presence of so many dragons more than people -- the latter she's used to. "Probably as scared of you as you are of them," Devaki can be heard to murmur to the woman, though the laughing way suggests he doesn't believe that for a second. He casts a glance over his shoulder -- checking on Hana, and Vinien -- before he glances around, looking for someone who looks like they're in charge. The redhead does catch his attention, but then the other red does, too: his gaze alighting on Brieli, speculatively. Hana reaches up to hide a quick grin at Issedi and Devaki's murmurs, before offering a small comment in reply, before falling silent as Brieli comes forward. A glance is given to her Lady, then a nod to the incoming Brieli as heads up. Handing the little one back to his nanny, the two women step slightly behind their Lady and her husband as things start to settle out. Fun. Yes. Brieli looks like she's about to have an awesome time, from the glance she gives Ainslee at that murmured comment, her tight, brief smile. But she keeps on moving towards the Holders and their entourage, and does, in fact, look like she's in charge - everything about her is brisk and business-like, but for her brilliant smile, which she favors Issedi with first. "Lady," she offers, as if she hasn't noticed the anxiousness at all. Then Devaki, Hana and the others. "Lord. Welcome to High Reaches. I'm sure you'll want to get settled in? We've one of the junior weyrs prepared." She glances back at the carriages, assessing the load. "Will you need help moving any of this? I can have people called out." As if this sort of thing happens all the time, no big deal. For a moment, the Lady Issedi looks started, and glances at Hana for a beat, before giggled laughter escapes her. It's not precisely the most decorous of expressions with which to be greeted, and her eyes go wide, laughter fading as she focuses on Brieli. She's well schooled enough that the tip of her head is quick and genuine. "You're too kind, Weyrwoman. Thank you for welcoming us." For the latter? She looks squarely at Devaki. The hand that presses to his middle and the bow that Devaki executes is minimal enough to pass, adding on the heels of his wife's words, "We'd welcome the assistance. It's been a long journey, and I'm sure my wife and son would like to get settled. This is," an expansive gesture to include Hana, "Hana, my lady wife's assistant. She'll be looking to most of our affairs while we're here. She can liaise with your Headwoman...?" A hint of color darkens already cold-blushed cheeks, as her timing is less than desired. That said, Hana drops into a graceful bob as she is mentioned, and keeps her eyes lowered to better study common fashions among the Weyr, i.e. boots and trous. The goldrider isn't bothered by the giggling - at least, she's bright enough not to show it. Brieli can find another smile, add graciously for Issedi, "We're always pleased to have visitors, particularly those so close to us, yes? We spend so little time in each other's worlds." And while she might take all those little cues in with her sharp gaze, she isn't overt about it, and seems unsurprised by the bow, minimal though it may be. "Understandable," she tells Devaki, before waving over some gawking kid who looks faintly terrified to be called out - and relieved to just be sent for reinforcements. Just after, looking Hana's way, "Certainly. Once you've settled in, I'll make introductions. I'm sure we can arrange for whatever's needed. Shall we leave this to the staff, and I'll show you where you're staying?" A diffident wave towards their things; she's sure it'll be taken care of. "I... I've never been outside of the Hold before," comes Lady Issedi's admission, with a flush of color to match Hana's. "And Vinien's old enough to travel, now. I'm so looking forward to get to know you," she adds, with a brilliant smile to Brieli. Devaki is notably reserved by contrast, though he seems tolerant enough. "That's very kind of you," he says, with a nod, and a gesture as if to indicate she should lead the way. The glance he throws over his shoulder towards Hana is probably to make sure she's nearby, too -- or maybe just to check on her reaction to his inclusion with the tiniest of smiles. Like he's enjoying it. "That's very kind of you, ma'am," Hana finally speaks up, a bit of a smile reappearing as a dragon doesn't appear out of nowhere to step upon her for her bad timing. And yes, she does trail the small group set to follow Brieli - a hand's reach behind the nanny, just in case, though not until after Devaki looks back. "No time like the present," Brieli says to Issedi, with a slight smile. "Follow me." She tilts her head towards the ground ledges, then starts on her way, careful to keep in step with the Lady, assuming she'll take more time to pick through the snowy bowl. "Well, we'll certainly have some time soon, Lady Issedi. Depending on how long you intend on staying. The eggs don't need much in the way of my attention, as far as I'm aware." For Devaki, with a quirk of her lips, "It's my job, yes?" To be the hostess, a role the goldrider seems - not unsuited for, but not comfortable in. And as if she's noticed Hana's nervousness, "I... should say. Hraedhyth isn't here. She can be a bit loud - it's nothing to be concerned with, really. It's just her way." Iesaryth, who is watching from where they're headed, is pretty huge, but seems unlikely to move anytime soon. It is indeed a safe assumption, and Issedi picks her footsteps carefully. After all, slipping over would be far worse an offense than freezing to death, at least for a Blood. She drops her hand from Devaki's arm to let her walk alongside Brieli, leaving Devaki to drop back beside Hana. "It depends how long Dev's work takes," she says, with a glance at her husband, and then with more enthusiasm, "Oh, I'm so looking forward to the eggs. And the hatchings. Father was never keen on letting me too close -- I think he was afraid I'd impress." Her tinkling laugh suggests she finds the mere idea absurd. "I imagine we'll be here until at least the Hatching," Devaki says, watching as much where they're going as he is Brieli. If Devaki's bothered by walking behind the other two women, he hides it well. "I didn't get to ask -- have you been to a Weyr before?" he murmurs to Hana. Hana relaxes, as Issedi steps into her roll, and a smile starts to set up permenant housekeeping. As the two women start to talk, she glances over to Devaki, and shakes her head. "My parents didn't see any reason for me to venture away from the Hold," she offers after a moment, before adding, "So this will be an adventure for me, also. You, ah.. spent some time here, before, right?" she asks quietly, inserting a pause between statements. As they leave the bowl proper, a group of young men and women from the lower caverns come out to start unpacking the wagons, so at least the Blooded folk won't be without their belongings for long at all. "Work," Brieli echoes. She doesn't make it a question, but she does glance back towards Devaki with what seems to be faint interest. "Well." Turning back to Issedi, "We're all at the mercies of our duties, aren't we? Though I'll have to be sure that Azaylia has you by for tea or similar; I'd offer my own space, but she puts on a better spread. And a better party, to be honest." Lifting her voice a touch to include both the Lord and Hana, "If you'll be here that long, there's certain to be at least two decent parties. You'll have to excuse the drinking." And the behavior from that, no doubt! They're headed for a ground weyr, but at least it seems to be a nondescript one. (One where no one died. One hopes.) (Yet!) "Oh, I adore parties," Issedi is saying, looking delighted at the notion. "I brought some dresses, hoping, but that is good news." The Lady's keeping pace with Brieli, hands brushing her sides to hold the hem of her skirt just high enough to brush over the ground. Devaki, his clothing just as clearly marking him as a Lord, seems content to keep pace with Hana, mere steps behind the pair. There's, possibly, just a shade of a grimace as Hana mentions adventure. He leans close to her to murmur, "Between you and Issedi," a quick shake of her head, "I just hope this place is ready for the pair of you." Well, at least he seems amused, straightening as Brieli's words include them: "I've been at the Weyr before. And I'm sure Hana will make sure to keep my lady wife out of trouble." Hana doesn't seem /quite/ as enthralled with the idea of parties as Issedi, however, the young woman has to hide a quick smile at Devaki's grimace, "The Lady Issedi is quite looking forward to wearing her new dresses, my lord." At the mention of keeping said worthy out of trouble, however, Hana looks up. "I promise to sweep any old uncles off to the dancefloor if need be," she vows, though a hint of laughter lines the words. A glance is then given over /her/ shoulder at those who are unloading the carriages and such. "Any excuse for it, really. Though I suppose that it's something to celebrate, twice the eggs and dragons." Brieli has to allow that, though it's not entirely celebratory, the way she says it. But can she be blamed? "But bringing your dresses will not be a waste." Speaking of those dresses, she glances back towards the carriages, the small group of weyrfolk starting to carry things over in a line across the bowl. She's reached the steps of one of the weyrs, which seems to already have fresh glows lighting it; she gestures to the entrance. After them, of course. With flash of a smile to Devaki and Hana both, "Usually, there's not much in the way of trouble. Just... ill mannered people." And there's been no fistfights here either. Cough. Peregrine is hurrying to this part of the bowl behind the rushing child sent to find people. He runs off, presumably to go back to the search (or avoid the work himself) and she takes a moment to catch her breath before approaching the group at a slower pace. "I'm sorry to interrupt Sir, Ma'ams. I was told you needed help moving some things? I haven't been here long so if I can help I'll do my best." She flushes a little after she's done and moves her hands behind her, then to her sides, and finally settles on interlacing them in front of her. She notices the line of people already working. "Or should I have just joined them over there?" If it's possible to blush more, she does it. "Sorry." Issedi is of course, used to being the first in -- there's no hesitation as she sweeps inside the weyr ahead of the others, inspecting the space beyond. Devaki, meanwhile, murmurs to Hana: "It's not the old uncles I'm worried about," with a roll of eyes, possibly at some of the dragonriders lingering in the bowl. Interestingly, he gestures for Brieli and Hana both to precede him into the weyr, as he says on the heels of the goldrider's words: "I've heard things have been... unsettled here. With the goldflights." Trust Devaki to bring that up. Peregrine's breathless arrival earns an interested look, though as to her location, the glance to Brieli appears to defer to her on that one. Hana steps in, then to the side as people follow. "Actually, my dear," she starts, giving Peregrine a look-over, "If you don't mind, I could use a hand with moving things around once they are brought in. You woudln't mind, would you?" is asked, as Hana smiles at the younger girl. Looking at the apprentice for a long, bemused moment - glasscraft, what? - Brieli decides, "You'll come in to see if there's anything our visitors need right away. I assume you'll be able to sort that out with the others?" It's not much of a question for Peregrine; more of an assumption. But then Hana has another suggestion - and it's one that seems just as good to the weyrwoman. Briskly, "There you are. Assist the Lady's... assistant." There's a grimace for the redundancy, though she can still tell Devaki, unbothered, "Not between the goldriders. Things will be settled shortly." She's confident. Peregrine looks even more nervous when Devaki notices her and she tugs at the too short sleeves of her shirt as if to make up the difference. But Hana's smile seems to calm her down a bit. It at least distracts her enough so she returns the smile and shakes her head. "No, I don't mind at all. Thank you." She responds to Brieli's instructions as well. "Yes, ma'am, I'll do my best." She moves closer to Hana as the person that she is to help, though hiding behind her may be a more accurate description. "Shortly?" Devaki echoes Brieli's tone with a lilt of his own, and a quizzical look. "I don't think you need to be told the Holders are... unsettled." He doesn't interfere with the directing of others, especially once Hana gets involved, though he is watching. There's certainly plenty of things to be moved, and within the weyr, Issedi is very pointed on what goes where. Hana reaches out to lightly pat Peregrine on the shoulder, and then the two of them go about moving things here and there, as they are brought in. And then again, as Issedi gets in on the action, leaving the political wordplay for others, though she keeps one ear out. This goes there, that goes there - oh no, that should definately be kept far away from the baby's things.. A low murmur of words comes from Hana every couple of minutes to her young helper. The goldrider offers a faint smile for the apprentice, but if she's going to start hiding, more or less, Brieli's not going to pay that much attention to Peregrine. She's other issues currently, like watching the progress of the unloading, glancing in to see what she can in the weyr itself. Answering Devaki. She purses her lips a touch, before, "I can understand that. However, Azaylia and I have held things together s-- over the past months, and in absence of a proper Weyrleader before. Concern is understandable, but it will be arranged. Weyrleaders tend to change, the weyrwomen... shouldn't." There's a dark look where she doesn't quite look away, to the other weyrs nearby. "In any case, at least you'll be the first to know?" It's said lightly, countering her other words. Peregrine doesn't have as much time to be nervous as she's told to put something here or there. She listens to all of Hana's and Issedi's instructions carefully each time they're given and tries very hard to do things right. Or at least the way they want it. She tries to pretend the others aren't watching, which is why it is probably a good thing she's too busy to be nervous, though it's impossible now to hide behind Hana when she has to move her things but she tries hard not to get into Devaki and Brieli's way. "B'sil wasn't a proper Weyrleader?" Devaki asks, with an intrigued sort of look at the goldrider. But he doesn't seem apt to linger on that, smiling with an ease that doesn't quite make it into his posture. "Lord Braeden will be happy to hear, I'm sure." With a glance towards Issedi, and a sigh that is partly put on, "I'd best step in, or she'll be fussing to get everything just the way she wants it all night. I appreciate the hospitality, Weyrwoman." And with a nod towards Brieli, he edges into the weyr, taking Issedi's arm, managing to convince her to let the others sort things out, while they tend to Vinien. Brieli's rather unladylike scoffing sound for the question is close to a snort, but she wouldn't do such a thing, and not in front of such esteemed company. "Do let us know if you need anything. I'll send the Headwoman along." To save Hana the trip, presumably. And Peregrine? She's left to move things around, whether it's her job or not. Maybe there'll be good gossip. But the weyrwoman's not saving apprentices; she's gone. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 05 Feb 2013 23:11:42 GMT.
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Aw! Sorry I missed greeting the Holders. ;) Ah well, I'm sure Azaylia will get a chance to have tea and a proper visit while they're at the Weyr.
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