Logs:Brieli's Grades
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| RL Date: 17 June, 2012 |
| Who: Val, Brieli |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: On Turnover, Val goes over Brieli's exam grades. She has a few questions. |
| Where: Weyrlingmaster's Office, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 13, Turn 28 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Foggy |
| Mentions: Riahla/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Meara/Mentions |
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| Weyrlingmaster's Office, High Reaches Weyr Under the tenure of a new master, the changes to the weyrlingmaster's office are marked. A fitted, new door that smells of fresh wood has taken the place of the warped battered one and is a little thicker, a little more insulated in keeping the noises of without out. Instead of an imposing desk with its many drawers and definitive sides, a round one has claimed much of the space in the center of the room with five chairs spaced around its edges. Beneath it is a square rug pieced together with twisted rags, it would seem, that stretches from wall to wall wall to long bookshelves and filing cabinets. The tapestry of the Weyr's badge has been freshly cleaned and carries with it the faint scent of lemon bleach while new decorations have emerged with a freshly potted, and alive plant, as well as a tea cart pushed into the far corner of the room. The new doctor is in.
Brieli is still a little surprised by the look of the place, even after about a month now - it's just so unexpected amidst the mucking and meat chopping and hundreds of other tasks that seem to conspire to make them constantly dirty and/or stained. It appears that the tall dark weyrling has been to lunch herself, mug in hand when she appears in the doorway with a quiet knock and questioning expression; not nervous - that wouldn't do. "Happy Turnover, Val. Ma'am," she offers by way of greeting, along with a smile. If fog has a smell, she has it about her, that muggy dense wet scent. "Happy Turnover, Brieli," the brownrider greets, rings flashing silver with the flick of her fingers. "Sit? This is just review of your exams, nothing outrageous." Nothing that will send her back to Monaco! "Do you have Turnover plans? Do you skate? They have such... adorable little traditions here," said with an amused curl to her lip: High Reaches. It's not Benden. But then, it couldn't be. "Not really, beyond enjoying the party, and sleeping in tomorrow, if Iesaryth will allow. Do you have any?" Brieli asks, taking the invitation to sit - then lifting her mug to add, "My apologies - I would have brought some along had I heard in the living cavern rather than on the way." After a sip, she lifts fine brows at Val, echoing amusedly, "Outrageous. I suppose that's out for this turnover anyway. No, that's fine. I don't think I failed, but I could be mistaken. I hope not, though." "Oh, some drinking, some dancing, seeing old friends," Val replies, her glance sliding away in a fan of dark lashes before lighting upon Brieli again, laughing. "And you, my dear, are the the last weyrling I need to deal with before I'm off shift, so you'll forgive me if I don't interrogate you mercilessly. However, I must have answers! How did we manage to get a weyrling in our midst who actually knows her sums?" No need for klah, not when the gesture of her pointed little chin denotes a mug of her own. A mug which may well not contain any klah at all. With a slight smile over her mug, "That sounds nice. If I don't kill myself skating, perhaps I'll manage some dancing." Brieli's plans are entirely vague, even to herself, it seems. One thing she's sure of: "I'm definitely not drinking though - I don't know that I'll be able to stay up otherwise, as sad as that sounds." Rolling her eyes at her lack of consciousness of late, she seems content enough to sit through the brownrider's 'interrogation'; arching brows in surprise, "I hope I'm not the only one? I've always been good with numbers, and my father... before he passed... arranged for me to learn from one of the assistant headwomen, who handled much of the inventory. I never really lost it, I suppose. It'll be helpful." She sounds a little relieved that something will be. "Stay up on your skates, or stay up, awake?" But it's only a brief distraction before Val refocuses those big brown eyes back on the weyrling. "Oh no, you're not the only one, but it's hardly the most common, yeah? You'll have work to do with triangulation and such, but it's not as though you'll need to do much of that after you've graduated. No, sums are where it's at. Although... I am sorry about your father, I imagine he would have been proud to have seen you Impress, and to know that you're practically prepared." Laughing, "A little of both? I meant awake, but I don't think it would help me skate at all either, yes?" Brieli does nod, cupping her hands around her mug, admitting, "I didn't really think about it - but I suppose most might know their letters better than numbers, out of the two. And triangulation? Is that for when we're jumping between? Or for mapping? Or both? Regardless of what I have to know, I should know it, I think - and Iesaryth is fascinated." For Val's last, she offers a shadow of a smile, dark eyes flickering away from the brownrider briefly. "Thank you. I hope so." "Or at least, it wouldn't help you skate well! Unless you're the sort who gets all uptight, but you don't seem that way," is Val's assessment. She wets her mouth, nodding for mapping, for jumping. "Eventually you'll learn how to not just jump to specific points, but between them. At least, I think you will," though the brownrider looks briefly doubtful: perhaps things aren't handled here quite the same way. "It does help to have your dragon on your side... now, my father tried his best to have me remember the difference between weeds and proper plants, but I tried my best to forget all that. But back to you! Your reading comprehension was quite good, as we might have expected, but your handwriting could use some improvement since it will wind up in official Records and all. Not that you'll require specific practice, you'll get enough of that through the normal course of things. Do you have problems with your hand cramping, or going numb?" Wryly, "All I'm nervous about is breaking my ankle or similar, and ending up even further behind the others than we already are. Not that it's our doing, but... she's wanting to move quicker, already." Wrinkling her nose a bit for that, Brieli finishes her klah, but doesn't relinquish her mug, perhaps happier for having something in her hands. Brows drawn together in thought as Val explains, she nods. "Sounds difficult. And I do think she'll enjoy that, at least." Grinning, she admits, "Well, my mother taught me my trade, but I'm only a middling seamstress at best. And no - it's just that it takes some time for me to write neatly. Or I can write quickly, but well. Not even I can read it after, sometimes. Perhaps as you said, practice." Val's brows fly up, and she laughs, a tinkling bell-like sound. "No, we couldn't have that! The same goes for her and her moving too quickly," in general, "although tomorrow after the skating's done, I am told that the dragonets may try out the ice themselves, if it has survived. In any case, legibility is important for us, but once you graduate, you weyrwomen can battle it out. In the meantime, I'm afraid you will have some remedial history to cover, and that will only get worse from here. Not that I know your Holds so very well, myself! Look, here," and she slides the notes around where the weyrling can notice the flagged markings. "Here, and here, and here. I'm a little surprised, Brieli." Nodding ruefully, Brieli agrees, "I know - I've been trying to explain knowing doesn't equal doing... Quinlys said distracting her might help, though I wonder how long that can be... productively done? And I'd like her to get a chance on the ice. Quinlys also said they get too big for the ice after the first winter, if they're small enough for it at all." Val's assessment of her writing doesn't seem to bother her overmuch - that's something she can work on - though she does blink at the markings the brownrider shows her, mug dropping into her lap. After a time, a bit anxiously, "I'm not really sure why I was so lost with the Holds. I know that I didn't always pay a lot of attention in lessons, after my father passed, and it took me some time to become interested in the past. I hope... I hope it's something I can correct." But then, she'd be lost at Monaco, so it's something? "Quinlys seems a sweet girl," Val muses, rather than using adjectives such as knowledgable or hard-working. "So many people thought she would Impress Ysavaeth, did you know? But instead it was an island girl, out of nowhere, and I dare say she's happier this way. Very down to earth, don't you think?" But it can be only a little breather before she returns to the real work before them. "Meara believes you can correct anything you set your mind to, and at least you kept up with your sums, but still I can't imagine what the harper was thinking. How long ago did he pass on, your father?" Tilting her head, perhaps at that adjective used, Brieli notes, "She mentioned that. Her sister, Rysa, went to Monaco as well - she was hoping to Impress Iesaryth, but she's still down there with her green. And Riahla and her blue." Careful, in response to Val's question, "I think so. And very down to earth. She seems to be learning?" Diplomatic, that. Flashing a smile, "I appreciate Meara's confidence. And nearly ten turns on now, when I was eight or nine." "If only things wouldn't keep happening, we wouldn't have more and more history to learn," Val murmurs with a sigh, and she could seem entirely sincere but for the distinctly impish twinkle in her eyes. "Poor Rysa and Riahla, having to enjoy summertime, the way they are..." The brownrider does nod for Quinlys, smiling back, and then jot a note with her stylus: ten Turns, perhaps. "Now, in honor of Turnover, your next piece of homework is to write up High Reaches Weyr history for the past Turn, as though generations of succeeding weyrlings were having to memorize your words. Just a paragraph or two, mind! Keep to what's important, and have it done by the day after tomorrow. Do you have questions?" But the brownrider is already sitting back, gathering her drink, for all that inquiring eyes light on Brieli. Perhaps she won't have too many questions. Perhaps Val may go drink some more. "And then we'd be bored," Brieli says, tragically. Imagine. Seeming amused, "I'm told Rysa is having a hard time with the heat, but I think perhaps that's easier to get used to than the cold. Riahla... I'm sure she's halfway to native to begin with." There's a quick glance to the jotted note with curious dark eyes, something wary lingering there for half a second before it's banished. There's not really time for it to linger, what with the faintly astonished expression she has for Val, astonished and dismayed. The day after restday?! Horrors. Welcome to your new life, paper-pusher. After thinking for a moment or two, fine brows knit, she says, sounding pained, "No. No questions." Knowing the sound of a dismissal, she starts to rise. Smart of her not to try that Io-didn't-cut-her-hair stuff on Val, yeah? Val, with the long black braid that's thicker than her wrist? If she weren't anticipating a party... "Go," says the brownrider with another flick of eye-catching silver, this one even airier than the last. "Go and don't be bored." If it's any consolation, that note doesn't seem particularly important to the brownrider. It doesn't get flagged. It's just a number, as innocuous as can be. "Enjoy your Turnover, ma'am," Brieli offers as she makes her way back to the chaos of the barracks. And if she seems a little thoughtful, that's likely because she has to cram a lot of history into very few words... on her restday. Boo hoo. |
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