Logs:Curt
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| RL Date: 30 August, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Jocelyn |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: A brief encounter in the Records room. |
| Where: Records Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: 7D 9M 38T I10, autumn afternoon |
| Mentions: Irianke/Mentions, Farideh/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to make any changes. |
>---< Records Room, High Reaches Weyr(#367RJs) >-----------------------------<
Books. Scrolls. Bound hides. Maps. If it's a record pertaining to the
Weyr, it's likely to be in this roughly oval room with its
floor-to-ceiling cherrywood shelves, its multitude of slots for scrolls,
and its wide drawers for materials that shouldn't be rolled up or folded.
A scribe is usually on duty at the tall desk up front with its good view
of the room, and is able to help visitors find what they're looking for
via the big bound index on its rotating stand. Past the desk, several
tables stand in neat rows for note-taking, each stocked with glowbaskets,
scrap hide, paper and pencils. Additional lighting is provided by a
many-armed wrought-iron light fixture, its glows gleaming through
luxurious glass containers in fluted shapes instead of baskets.
To one side of the room, a gap between two sets of shelves outlines where
another set once stood, now replaced by a tapestry-covered aperture.
Peeking behind the tapestry reveals another cavern, this one likewise full
of shelves, but occupied by only a few boxes of older records and a
somewhat musty air of disuse. As well, two narrow but solid doors are
locked when the room is unattended and a discreet staircase provides
direct access from the Weyrleaders' weyrs.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Edyis F 21 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 0s
Jocelyn F 24 5'5" angular, red hair, blue-gray eyes 6s
----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------
Weyr Entrance Council Chambers
>--------------------------------------< 7D 9M 38T I10, autumn afternoon >---< It has been a while, since Edyis was last seen working in the Records room, but the brownrider has settled there this afternoon after the usual work of the day has been completed. There's a book which on closer inspection seems to be one of the histories written on the weyr, and a notebook nearby with strange glyphs scribbled across the pages. For the most part though, the former scribe doesn't seem focused on the reading, watching the assistants as they work. Edyis is hardly the only one watching the movements of others in the records room; Jocelyn's been bent over a small stack of papers at the next table over for the past half-hour, alternating between drawing sweeping lines from one section to the next and glancing up every now and then to observe comings and goings. Eventually, the top sheet, being covered in arrows and margin notes, gets nudged to the side in favor of starting on a clean copy. Brow furrowed, she begins anew, perhaps cleaning up some report or other to deliver later in a more organized format. Call it curiosity, or just plain contrariness. Edyis closes her notebook, and moves over to peer at the other woman's papers and notes. "Easier to use a slate if you are drafting." She notes, "I've seen you around I think, one of the assistants..." She searches for a name. "Jocelyn right?" For a moment, there's only the quiet scratching of pencil put to paper. Then: "I prefer keeping track of my changes." It's short, maybe even coming across as impatient while defending her choice in writing instruments. The sound of her name pulls her attention up to the brownrider's face, pale eyes impassive. "I used to see you around more, " she counters thoughtfully. "Edelis. Ed-something." She isn't as good at general names as the other, apparently. "You were here, before." "Edyis." She answers, "And yes, I was Master Jeroman's assistant." Smiling as she spoke of the rather grouchy and eccentric harper who was in charge of the records room. She considers the answer, possibly oblivious to the sharpness of the woman's mood. That she doesn't see the point in tracking such changes is probably evident in her expression, or perhaps she simply has never needed to do so. "Makes sense." She shrugs, "How is it working for someone other than Giorda?" Jocelyn's nose wrinkles briefly, but she doesn't add any verbal comment on the younger woman's former superior. In answer to Edyis' question, there's a brief stare, followed by an appraising sort of look. "It's as one would expect when there's a change up top, " she says at last. "Different, naturally. Our day-to-day operations press on as they always have." It's a polite enough response, if a careful one. "Irianke's a very different Weyrwoman from what Azaylia was, but seems like the changes have been good so far." She shrugs then. "What do you think of them, Farideh and Irianke I mean. Our two Igenite weyrwomen?" Lips pursing, Cely's attention returns mostly to her report revision. "They are organized and efficient, " the assistant headwoman says of working with the weyr's goldriders. Delivered in much the same tone as one would say 'please pass the tubers, ' she's resumed her writing; it's a quick, neat hand. Absently, "What do you think of them, then?" Edyis shrugs, "They are weyrwomen." As if this is all there is to be said on the subject. The resume of work earns a shrug then. "I best get back to work, but it was nice talking to you Jocelyn." Seeming to get the hint. Jocelyn's, "Good afternoon, " is a distracted farewell in reply. She lingers there at her table for the next hour, moving to leave only once she's amassed a small stack of neatly-written papers. |
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