Logs:Gifts, Graces And Girly Things
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| RL Date: 5 July, 2008 |
| Who: Paige, Nerine, T'aren |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Paige gives Nerine a small gift as a thank-you for being so kind and helpful since her arrival; T'aren drafts her into helping Nerine paint a wall in his weyr at some point, just to get her back into his potential good dancing graces. Wait, what? |
| Where: Living Cavern, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 12, Turn 16 (Interval 10) |
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| The evening in the living cavern is rather cheerful. Most present are finished their duties for the day and having a bit of time to relax with friends before their heads find their ways to their pillows. There's a bit of a bustle of activity, the aunties around the hearth gathering their knitting and heading out, while a pair of apprentice Harpers have settled themselves to play music softly. Its not particularly riveting, but in a quiet world, music is always a treat. T'aren is settled on a bench, drumming his fingers fairly idly across a table top, staring at... well, nothing in particular. He has an empty plate in front of him and a mug of klah - someone's apparently planning a late night. Paige, hair tied neatly back with a deep, brown bow, busies herself with shedding an equally dark coat as she exchanges the chilly weather for the warmth of the caverns, heading for the hearth. Waiting politely for the aunties to pass with their knitting, she pours a mug of klah once they've passed, grabbing a pastry or two and pausing to glance over the cavern's other occupants. Espying spacy T'aren, she hesitates before moving in his direction, offering a quiet, "Evenin', mind if'n I join ya?" And just in case he does, she remains nearer to a different table. Nerine slips into the Lower caverns from the kitchens, politely weaving through the milling crowd to snap up a mug of klah and a meatroll. Spying Paige she waves an enthusiastic greeting, and bounds over. She then notes T'aren as well. "Well If you both don't mind I'd like to join as well." T'aren's hazel gaze finds focus on Paige's face and it sparks a smile. The drumming ceases and he gestures to the bench, "Please do. By all means. I was lacking in company just now. The Captain is off chatting up some visiting gold, so my head is rather empty at present." What are the implications of that statement? Well, whatever they are, the bronzer is unaware of those that he just made. "How're you settling in? Alright? Has Nerine been--" Then there she is. He grins, another wave of the hand indicating she's welcome as well. And rather continue the question, he redirects to Nerine, "Have you been helping Paige get settled? She was looking for you, you know, when the Captain decided she was worthy of standing." Paige settles across from the bronzerider with a small smile in answer, even if it does edge toward a vaguely confused one: His head is empty at present? Whatever the hidden meaning, if there even is one, the slim girl carefully sets down both klah and pastries before replying. "Settlin' in as well as can be expected, " she says after a few moments, returning Nerine's enthusiastic wave and giving her a beam as she bounds over to their table. "Nerine's been real helpful, " she's quick to chime in, eyes lighting up at T'aren's reminder. "Near fergot 'tween all the chores t'day, but m'aunt wrote home fer some more of my thin's, and I brought ya somethin'." Reaching around where her jacket's folded next to her, a hand rustles momentarily through a pocket, emerging with a small something wrapped painstakingly in crisp paper and tied off neatly with a cottony sort of string. Handing it to the other candidate, she adds, "S'not much, but ya've been so kind and so helpful since I metcha, and a real nice friend besides." Nerine curves a brow oddly at that statement as it curves from T'aren's lips. But when asked if helpful she grins, but Paige seems to beat her to the answer. Instead she smiles. "I like the Capitan's choice," she adds. Before to her surprise Paige hands her a tidily wrapped package. "Paige you shouldn't have" her eyes sparkle, as she gingerly removes the paper noting the care that had gone into the task she was now undoing. On a pad of cottony fabric lay nestled a necklace of bright green stones." Eyes shining, she looks to the girl. "It is /wonderful/ thank you so much!" She quiets after this gingerly setting the string of stones about her throat obviously without words for the magnificence of her present she instead wraps Paige in a bear hug. "And nothing for me?" T'aren sounds appalled, a hand touching dramatically to his chest as he swivels on the bench to face the table, "And after I was going to put myself through the pains of dancing and everything." His hands then flatten to the table top and he stares idly down at his knuckles. He flicks his gaze over to peek at the gift in Nerine's hands, and he leans towards the candidate, "It would've gone with my eyes, don't you think?" His baritone is light with traces of good-humor as his eyes bounce from one girl to the other. Paige pshaws but gives a pleased flush as her gift is so well-received, emitting a surprised squeak at the bear hug before returning it. "Used t'wear it a lot when I was younger, " she explains, still beaming. "Was the first thin' I ever bought offa trader - and with m'own marks, too. Glad y'like it!" Pale eyes edge a glance to T'aren's hands, then back up to the bronzerider's face; the candidate's head tilts with an odd little smile. "Y'really woulda danced?" she has to ask, perhaps a bit taken aback. "Couldn't very well have given ya somethin' like tha' necklace, I'm afraid; I daresay it'll look a sight better on Nerine than on ya, even if'n it woulda gone with yer nice eyes." Grin. Nerine isn't much usually for squeaky feminine gestures, but she proves her gender in her fawning over the piece. "oh Paige. . ." there is a hint of a sparkle in her eye that may be light reflecting of building moisture. Her question mark of a brow quirks up at the word dance and she grins. "Dancing and I missed it?" then giggles at the thought of T'aren in her newest treasure. "No, there was no dancing." T'aren responds to Nerine, folding his arms over his chest an gesture that might strike as feminine for it is made with that sort of delicate movement. "And there will be no dancing. I told you, Paige. Three dances, and now its three dances and the gift to get me to start dancing in the first place." He then lets his arms drop away and waggles his finger at the young woman. "Bet you wish you'd gotten me one of those--" His mind searches for the appropriate term. But the wealth of knowledge he has about women makes him a beggar amongst paupers, so he settles on, "--girly things." All the while, his tone is subtly laced with playfulness. His eyes shift to Nerine. "But there may yet be opportunities for dance. You never know what the Headwoman is cooking up. She is a strange one, is Nanan." The fact that Nananthia's nickname is Nanan should speak volumes in of itself. "Naw, y'didn't miss nothin', " Paige assures her friend swiftly. "But, if'n ya give this here man three dances -- and a gift, " since he's adding it on as a requirement, "t'get him t'dance, y'can get whisked away by him fer the evenin', free o'charge. Or so I hear." She can't help it; a small giggle escapes her, too, particularly as T'aren lumps the necklace into the category of 'girly things.' "Naw, don't think a necklace like tha' suits ya. As ya say, 'tis girly." Still, her expression brightens as he brings up the possibility of dance opportunities, giving Nerine an excited look. "Y'think she could be cookin' up somethin' fer a dance?" she asks, even while adding in a much quieter aside to Nerine, " ... chance ... dress." You whisper "If'n she did, ya'd have a chance t'wear a proper dress!" to Nerine. Nerine laughs then quirks a brow with a smile at the whisked away part unsure of what her friend meant. She nods in agreement "Something with leather chord perhaps a gear carved of the same color stone?" she suggests musing. As Paige shoots her an excited look and the word dress Nerine giggles a bit red. "Don't make me start mucking about in mud again Paige." "What she's saying is that the affections of bronzeriders can be bought." T'aren translates Paige's words for Nerine as though the woman needed it. "Besides. The three dances and then a trip up to the weyr with the ship and the indoor stars is a special offer extended only to certain people that meet the Captain's high standards." Hear that? Poor Tru is not even allowed to pick his own women! Poor bronzer. At least his dragon has good taste. "Speaking of. Nerine, I know you've been awfully busy with your candidate chores, but perhaps some evenings the Captain and I can take you up to my weyr so you can get started on the wall painting? He's quite anxious. The fact that he hasn't forgotten yet is really quite something in of itself. Dragons tend to have terrible memories. A few days and an experience will be gone. Its one of the reasons they need us. To help remind them of things." Then to Paige he raises a brow, "Now, if you'd like to get back in my good potential dancing graces, I might be persuaded to accept your help with Nerine's wall-painting as a proper price to get you back on my dance card." As if she wants to be there! Silly cocky T'aren. Paige looks momentarily flabbergasted, eyes wide. "Indoor stars?" Of course, she knows they're not /real/ stars, but for a brief moment, there's something of the child who willingly believed almost every story of her childhood in her voice. Some would have called her gullible as a youngster. But it's the Captain's high standards that provoke an eyebrow quirk, followed by a subsequent flush at the offer. "Dancing graces or no graces, I s'pose I can help, " she hedges after a bit. "Not real artsy when it comes t'paintin', but if'n ya tell me where t'put what color, I might be able t'manage somewhat." Still, it's a somewhat unsettling idea, going to a bronzerider's weyr when you're a shy little lass; perhaps it's that which prompts her to get to her feet some moments later, uneaten pastries covered carefully with the top of her napkin. "I, um, think I'd better be a'turnin' in, " she manages, giving her companions a quick, if uneasy smile. "G'night, T'aren." Klah forgotten, she hastens into one of the adjacent caverns. Nerine turns perhaps a little pink at T'aren's blatant explanation, "Well then perhaps not three dances," she looks a bit confused but nods a bit more assuredly at mention of the mural. "I'm sure I can find the time," She had found the time to teach Deke to Ice skate didn't she? "I owe that much to the Capitan after all, wouldn't do any good to get his hopes up of having a nice ocean view and then going back on my word now would it." She shrugs to Paige, what could be the harm? "But I fear I should go check on those orders and see if they've arrived yet. I doubt the captian would forget the sea to any extent." she shrugs and smiles. "good night" She slpis off after Paige. Suddenly bereft of feminine company, T'aren returns to drumming his fingers idly and staring into space. Perhaps a more socially apt individual might think it was something he'd done or said, but alas, T'aren has no such aptitude and therefore doesn't notice the departure as anything out of the ordinary beyond a simple shrug of his shoulders to dismiss it. |
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