Logs:Just a tree
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| RL Date: 17 August, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Nabol Hold |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Edyis visits one of the cotholds in the valley of her birth. |
| Where: Esvay Valley, Nabol |
| When: 24D 7M 38T I10, summer afternoon |
| Mentions: Cron/Mentions, Gretvyn/Mentions, Tevrane/Mentions, N'rek/Mentions |
| "A whole tree." The man's weather worn features remained incredulous at best. Edyis's dark eyes shifted to glance further down the valley, she never felt comfortable here these days. Too many old memories lay knotted in the forested mountainsides. Too many reminders of the errors she'd made, things she wished she could simply forget. "Just one, Wes. I'll pay well." Her eyes shifted back to the sun-browned face of the man she barely remembered from her youth. Theirs was a smaller cothold, deep in the Valley, mostly softwoods. Lumber, the land here wasn't quite suited to farming, at least not the way it was further into the valley. He scratched at the wiry gray hairs of his beard. "Just don't rightly know what a dragon, or for that matter a dragon rider would want with a tree." Lifting one of those bushy brows as he studied her. "Then again, never imagined I'd see one of Cronall's kids in the valley again after that business with the hold." It wasn't a question, and yet there was something of inquiry in it. "Never expected to see one of 'em impress either." She didn't flinch though the sigh that escaped suggested that the non-question was expected. "It was to be expected without Gretvyn..." She states of her eldest brother, not bothering to complete the thought. By now, the whole valley knew the dirty secret. Cron's gambling, his attempts at embezzlement. Most of them didn't know her part in it, that it was her fault the hold was no longer in her family's care. "Besides I hear Lady Nabol's steward has done quite well by you all." Wes shrugged noncommittally. It was one of the things she always liked about him. He never was one to argue politics or gossip much. "I suppose it's a strange blessing in a way that Old Cronall never lived to see it." He exhaled then, those eyes the color of old linen resting on the treeline. "Still what's a dragon want with a tree." She shrugged again, not wanting to think about what her father would have thought of all of it. It was easier not to think about it, to focus on her life as it was now. "Friend of mine does some woodworking as a hobby, and his dragon has a thing for trees, or so I'm told." She smiled and hoped it was charming. Wes eyed her then, something knowing and yet inscrutable in that slow curl of his lips. "Tell you what, you an that brown of yours come help us get our lumber to Nabol come tithe time, and we'll call it a deal. One tree from the northern grove. Sound fair to you girlie?" Edyis grinned. "Yeah, Wes. We can do that." |
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Jo (20:46, 17 August 2015 (PDT)) said...
N'rek and Largath approves of this. It was also good getting to see a little slice of Ed's family history in this vig!
Alida (23:07, 18 August 2015 (PDT)) said...
Like Jo said! :D
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