Logs:Challenging
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| RL Date: 21 October, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Jocelyn |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis takes Jocelyn's temperature and dispenses some hard-learned advice. |
| Where: Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 1, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Steady, today's snowfall sticks, creating dunes on the bowl floor. |
| Mentions: Mielline/Mentions, Silva/Mentions, Yesia/Mentions |
| It's early in the afternoon yet, but some are already done with their drills for the day. Edyis isn't a frequent sight in the lower caverns, but it would seem today she's catching up with a few other Snowdrift riders, the occasional bubble of laughter emanating from their table. Wrapping up a conversation with one of her former coworkers, Jocelyn and the other assistant part ways upon entering the living cavern. One heads for the hearth to grab a mug of klah and head back into the hallway; the other joins the queue for lunch, putting together a plate balanced with meat and vegetable alike. It's perhaps telling that the candidate doesn't seek to join a table where some of her younger fellows are gathered and chatting merrily. Lips pressed thin, she makes to take up a seat that someone's just vacated at a table adjacent to that of Snowdrift's riders, light eyes keeping their focus on her food as she methodically begins to tuck in. How much of Jocelyn's arrival Edyis witnesses isn't clear, but when she sits down adjacent to the Snowdrift riders, Edyis excuses herself from her wingmates, taking her mug of klah and plate of sweet rolls along with her. "You look like you could use some company." Is offered with a smile as she sits herself down across from the redhead. Halfway to her mouth with a forkful of greens, Jocelyn's hand pauses in mid-air as Edyis appears across the table, gaze lifting to study the brownrider's for a long moment before her fork resumes motion. "You look like you could use something more than dessert on your plate, " she says after swallowing, nodding over at the sweet rolls. She can't quite help sounding a little wistful, but buries it soon after under a wry, "Unless, of course, you've already eaten." Edyis smirks, "I'm going to believe there is a compliment in there somewhere." Edyis lifts her mug and studies the woman's plate, "I have a date later this evening and didn't want to completely ruin my appetite, you are welcome to one if you like." Snagging one and beginning to pick it apart. "I take it candidacy doesn't suit as well as you thought?" Her chin tipping in the direction of a group of giggling adolescents seated one of the tables, white candidate knots all clearly visible. Whether there is or isn't a compliment present, Jocelyn dips her head forward in a polite enough nod, perhaps in thanks for the offer as moments later, she reaches forward to pluck a sticky roll from the plate. "It's - " There's a long pause, heavy with all of the words she could choose before she finally settles on, " - more challenging than I remember it being as a teenager." She shrugs, then: what can one do? "I'll be glad to put the whole business behind me. I rather miss my privacy." A pleased noise escapes her as she takes a bite of the sweet roll; nothing quite like an indulgence, however small. Edyis nods popping bites into her mouth as she listens. Dark eyes studying the older woman pensively. "If I were to hazard a guess, you probably didn't have much of a grasp on personal identity as a teenager. There are some - challenging personalities in this batch?" The curve of her smile soft, "That is the one thing about impressing that was truly fantastic. The first time I ever had privacy." There's a tilt of her head, "Do you regret it? Choosing to stand?" Jocelyn's lips purse in reply, a silent admission by avoidance of the topic of personal identity if that momentary sweep of lashes against her cheeks is anything to go by. When she meets Edyis's eyes again moments later, her own remain very much gray, appraising. "Almost any personality under the age of twenty could be considered 'challenging', " is the first part of her too-brisk answer. Fingers play about the base of her glass of water as she chews over another bite of lunch in a not-so-subtle stall. Finally, after some more moments: "I don't." No elaboration is volunteered. "They aren't all that way." Edyis laughs, gently. "Just figuring out who they are, in relation to everyone else. It's just as difficult as figuring out who you aren't. Silva though, it's like watching a mini Yesia. Before she figured out how to be moderately tolerable." Edyis shivers at the idea, popping another bite into her mouth as she studies the candidates at the table. "If you'd like, I'll share a hard learned lesson from my time as a weyrling, of course take it with a grain of salt, but." "Silva." Jocelyn doesn't quite roll her eyes, but it's there in her voice. "Part of me wants her to Impress, if it'll knock some sense into her little head. A little hard work does anyone some good." A glance cuts over to follow the rider's toward the other candidates, returning to Edyis with lifted eyebrows. "I'm listening." She's even making good progress on her meal, having cleared about half of what's on her plate despite the sweet roll detour. "Don't wish that on me!" Edyis mutters darkly, "She'd probably wind up with a green and then I'd get stuck dealing with it when she rose. Stupid brown." Though she's not without some humor on the subject. There's a smile. "They all can't be wrong, but it doesn't make all of them right either." Edyis lifts her mug to take a long pull from it. "For whatever it's worth." Jocelyn permits the corners of her mouth to twitch slightly, just so. Her, "You could always try to make a point of not being here during those times, " is undoubtedly amused. She sobers again, however, in the wake of the other's advice, brow creasing. "I think, " she ventures after a bit, "that it was easier at sixteen when I knew more immediately what it was like to be sixteen." Putting down her fork, her hands spread wide before her in an encompassing sort of gesture. "Priorities start shifting when you've worked for a while, " not that she needs Joce to explain that, surely. "I imagine it must be like that after you get out of the weyrling barracks, too." That is more query than supposition. "Yeah, Mielline isn't the sort to give a seven off just because some green goes glowy." The brownrider grins. She listens nodding here and there neutrally. "I suppose it depends too on the sort of person you want to be." Of life after, Edyis glances in the direction of the Snowdrift riders for a few moments in silence. "The after depends entirely on the sort of person you are. do you cling rigidly to your own ideals or present a more flexible approach. On if you can find people who accept you as you are or those who feel it is their duty to force you into their box." "So, " Jocelyn concludes after draining the last little bit from her glass, "it hardly sounds any different from any other scenario which requires you to spend a good portion of your time with others." There's a brief nod; perhaps, it confirms whatever her impressions may have been. "I'm to report to the stores for the remainder of my duties today, " she says abruptly as she gets to her feet, one hand lifting to absently touch the knot on her shoulder matching those of the other candidates across the way. "Your company was helpful, " and it's almost a thank-you. "Edyis." Edyis laughs, "Pretty much." There's a nod, and an easy smile. "Take care Jocelyn, it will all be over before you realize it." And the brownrider herself has duties to tend to. |
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Silva (17:02, 21 October 2015 (PDT)) said...
Aww. Jocelyn gets her. <3
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