Logs:Mapmakers and Candidates
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| RL Date: 27 September, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Jo |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo gets an invitation to crash Ed's weyr, Starcrafters and standing are discussed. |
| Where: Mad Smithcrafter's Den Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 12, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Mielline/Mentions, Pia/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to edit, correct, and alter away! |
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>---< Mad Smithcrafter's Den Weyr, High Reaches Weyr(#2003R) >---------------<
There's ample room in both the couch area and the rider's living area for
visitors to stretch out, a white chalked line and improvised patchwork
curtain in rich tones is all that separates the two. Around the walls,
working areas have been carved to make several spacious stone countertops
with shelves and tool hooks hung above. The shelves are filled with
various items, tools for scribe work, jars of spices for cooking, there's
even a set of shelves all but overflowing with books and notebooks. One of
these counters contains a utilitarian sink, a neat square with a pump
attached to it and copper tubing disappearing up into the ceiling and out
along the base of the wall to the ledge outside. Should one follow the
tubing out, a metal cistern tucked into a niche above the weyr's entrance
would be found, its purpose to gather rain water to supply the sink. The
bottom pipe discreetly pokes out over the back edge of the ledge for
drainage onto the Bowl wall.
The bed in this weyr hangs from the ceiling by a set of chains bolted
securely into the rock and can be lowered to the floor for sleeping, or
raised up out of the way for entertaining. Likewise, almost all of the
furniture, table, chairs, desk can be pulled out of a wall for use or
folded up into a niche or nook to make room. An overstuffed couch in a
terrible color has been draped with numerous quilts, preserving comfort
and aesthetic sensibility. With a low table in front and two on the sides
that, much like everything else in the weyr, can be folded away when not
in use. The ceiling has had other things bolted there too, numerous liquor
and wine bottles adapted as glowbaskets hang in various shapes and colors.
The hearth is a large affair with an actual oven carved into one of its
walls and a metal grill that can be pulled out over the flame for cooking.
This weyr was probably home to some mad former smithcraft apprentice who
had too much time on his/her hands during an Interval.
+views available here « Ed needs to talk to Jo about wing stuff, there's food and booze in the weyr, go on in. » It is probably a sign of how tired Edyis has been lately, that she calls Jo to her Weyr instead of some exotic location to discuss business. Akluseth is ledge crashing with someone else at the moment, but there's light at the edges of the great metal door that seals the place. Inside the fire lizard patterned pajamas (these in purple) have already been donned, complete with newly knit slippers that look like a yarn dyeing vat exploded on them, the stitches and quality of the work otherwise quite exceptional. Seated atop the newest addition to the weyr, Flicker has her own large pillow nestled on the top shelf of the exceptionally carved bookcase with tiny ribbons tied to it for safety. Already set out at the table are steaming bowls and two mugs of a dark spicy ale. . Jo and Tacuseth have become so familiar with Ed and Akluseth's weyr that when the call comes, there's the mere « We come, » and the bluepair is suddenly there in moments. Since the brown is nowhere to be found, Tacuseth settles comfortably on the ledge while Jo dismounts and heads on in - and pauses upon seeing the patterned pajamas Ed wears. "Why am I always surprised?" is her greeting, shaking her head until she sees Flicker on the bookcase and that both get her to pause as well. Gesturing, "Ya really shouldn' put too many shocks'n surprises in yer weyr all together," she notes to the brownrider, clearly having memorized the weyr already. "I can tell this is Rek's work. His gift, I assume? Where'd the lil' green come from, then?" Now she wanders to the table. Food is always a draw for the convict rider. There is a dark arch of one brow at Jo's question, and the brownrider snorts. "I don't know, you really should be used to them by now." Ed says of her favorite loungewear, "They are comfortable and adorable, an excellent combination." Or so she seems to believe. The second statement has her brows drawing together faintly, until her glance drifts to the pillow where Flicker stretches, with a tongue curling yawn, tiny champagne claws extending briefly. "Not sure what is shocking about a bookcase and one of Mime's spawn, but I will take your word for it. Half Pyrite's clutch hatched, Z'kiel wound up with a little bronze, Faryn a brown, Keysi a blue, and I wound up with Flicker, much to Akluseth's chagrin." There's an affectionate smile there though, and of the bookcase she answers; "Yes, it is. Gorgeous isn't it? And very much him. She's as enamored of it as I am, so I gave up and stuck the pillow there to protect it from her claws." The brownrider pulls down two mugs, filling one with something to Jo's taste, and her own from the small keg of cider she keeps around. Setting both onto the table. She works quickly fetching skewers with chunks of meat and vegetables on them from the collapsible grille built into the hearth, piling them on a plate and setting it down on the table. "Is this what ya show Rek when he comes 'round?" Jo teases mercilessly, already positioning herself at the little table to eat. Edyis should be careful feeding strays like this. On Flicker, "Ahh, yes, y'all got together for the lil' hatchin', then? Mime's been so full of himself lately, the scamp. The bookcase look nice in here, darlin'. Rek's talented when he puts his mind to it. 'Course, the lil' flits like to find the weirdest places to sleep in a weyr." Looking towards the ledge, "Does he give a reason for not likin' fire lizards?" she asks of her dragon now with open curiosity as she nods on the mug being set before her. Edyis smiles blithely at the tease, and deigns not to answer. The plate is set on the table, along with the mugs. "It was entertaining, I was hoping you could give me a few tips on whistle training, the way you have Mime trained. I'd like to teach her as much as I can early on." For Akluseth there's a smirk, "I think most of it is jealousy, and the other half he hasn't learned that they can be quite useful. She doesn't seem to mind his stubbornness any and I've not seen any aggression from him on it." She picks up a skewer by one end, biting into one of the chunks of meat and tearing it off. "So what has Mielline had you doing to get up to speed?" "Takes a lot of time," Jo tells her on whistle training, nodding as she looks over at Flicker, "but, yer right. If yer gonna train her, now's the time. I knew someone down south that helped train me to train Mime, so I can pass on his information. Tell'em I sent ya. It's been pretty effective with Mime in as much as I use it. Do ya plan on usin' her for sendin' messages?" Hearing about Akluseth draws laughter from her as she claims her mug, "I've heard of some dragons not likin' the buggers cuz' of jealousy," she muses with a look towards the ledge. "I'd imagine ownin' one durin' weyrlin'hood would've been difficult. Tacuseth never minded Mime for the most part, but then, I've noticed that he doesn' mind a lot of things." She starts tearing the items off of the skewer as she considers the last before speaking again. "She's takin' it slow," is her blase answer. "I'm doin' a lot more shadowin'. She's havin' me meet folks. She's havin' me get to know some of the wingriders I may not have talked to before now. I'm not so hands-on right now'n I don' mind that. I kinda wanna sniff things out first myself, so, in this we're in accordance." "I'd be much obliged, Don't know if she'll be able to do messages or not. Down south most folks I ask say they tend to be unreliable, but maybe that is just a stereotype." The brownrider shrugs, sleepy eyes peer open at the humans, the tiny thing up in the air and at Edyis shoulder when food registers hunger. Edyis waits until she settles and isn't begging to offer an undercooked chunk of meat. Ed smiles and nods at talk of weyrlings and Tacuseth. It is the last that has her brows lifting slightly, "Mm, suppose that is good then. Though it sounds like you aren't committed to the change yet, despite the knot." A thoughtful pause as Flicker is fed another tidbit. "Think she'd listen if you pitched an idea casually? Something that has the potential to benefit the Weyr, given the right person to set things in motion." Not that the brownrider seems to know who that person might be. "I hear the same," Jo says on greens, seeming to give Flicker a long study. "I still think that could change though, stereotype or no. With the right trainin', the right incentives..." She watches the little green make her way to Ed's shoulder, and on the talk of wing commitment, "She's aware I won' be an easy ride," she drawls as she chews, the smile slow but there. "Snowdrift ain' my usual cup of klah. It's gonna take some time, and, she's 'least aware of that. We're takin' it slow, the both of us. She might be afraid any faster'n I'll run." That last question earns Edyis a look, her chin dropping slightly in the pause that follows before she states, "What is it, darlin'? Ya bring me over to dangle those nighties in front of me'n then ply me with food'n drink. I might be a cheap date, but yer ain' all that subtle." A long finger strokes the firelizard's throat, the little beast getting another hunk of meat and chewing it fervently. "I admit, I like cheering for the little guys. Nobody ever expects much of them. So, when they outshine the rest, it amuses me to no end. Might just be worth the effort." Of the slow approach in Snowdrift, the brownrider shrugs, "Makes a certain amount of sense I suppose." It is Jo's accusation, however, that has both brows lifting and darkly amused laughter spills from her throat. "The only difference between tonight and any other is that you got an invitation, instead of just showing up." Her smile, a touch wry. "Just wanted someone to bounce ideas off of." A flicker of something pained in her expression, but gone as quickly as it appeared. "I was in Tillek recently, visiting family. Happened to chance across a Journeyman starcrafter who specializes in cartography." She takes a drink from her mug, then, "She was lamenting over not being able to properly survey a chunk of coastline that would have only been minutes away by dragonback. Expeditions require funding, but a few riders with a group of surveyors could do the work in less time without expending those resources." Edyis bites into a hunk of meat. "I agreed to help her unofficially in my down time, but I'd prefer to be able to take a few days from drills to help her out. In exchange for mapmaking tips. But, someone wiser, with more experience, more diplomatic skill, could probably approach the whole thing on a larger scale officially, maybe use it to leverage for candidates. There's things we are suited to, places we can go that normal people can't, it doesn't have to be limited to the starcraft, but it might be a place to start." "Me just showin' up is a testament to my affection for yer company," is Jo's excuse and she's sticking to it. "I don' just show up unannounced for anyone. You should be flattered." She catches that pained expression on Ed's face with a flick of lashes, and when she launches into the problem, the bluerider leans back to listen. There's only a flicker of veiled interest in hearing about a cartographer, there and gone, and, "Candidates." There's a pause. "Last I heard, I don' think we can even Search in Tillek," she notes idly. Not that rules like that stops someone like Jo, but, she seems to want to note it anyway. She's silent for the most part, but one used to being around the convict rider could probably tell that the wheels of her devious little mind is turning as she nods. "An interestin' proposal," she angles slowly, eyes staring beyond Edyis. "I have the area she wants mapped out already, but....what exactly are ya lookin' to do with this?" Dark eyes focus now on Edyis with a serious bent. Edyis grins easily, "It wasn't a complaint. I'd have started kicking you out a long time ago if I didn't enjoy your company." But for the rest Ed mostly nods and listens to Jo's responses. "I doubt Lady Tillek can touch the Halls. However much she might believe she has that power. If I recall, it's just the holders that can't be searched." There's a snort for Jo's already having the map, some wry twist of expression that lingers. "Pia's skills and what she can teach me are what I am interested in, and not having to sacrifice more of my increasingly limited personal time to get them, even more so. Otherwise I am not looking to do anything with it. I know my limits Jo, I don't have the skills or connections to put anything like this into action. It's an idea, that's it, but I think someone else might be able to make something good come from it. I think Snowdrift or one of the other search and rescue wings would be well suited but beyond that, it's just an idea at the moment, but it has the potential to be more." Snorting, "Ya kick me out'n I'll just come back again," Jo is blithe in telling her. "I'm like a stray. Ya fed me so now yer stuck with me." To the rest, the convict rider nodding to all said, "Alright," she states with a final nod. "I'll bring this up to Mielline, but yer gonna have to tell me all I need to know 'bout this so I can tell her proper. It be better comin' from you, rather, 'n I'll bring that up to her too since yer the one that met the crafter girl, but at least I can let her be aware of it. I dunno if ya'll get the time ya need - that ya may have to plead with the wingleader on - but.... So yer just doin' this out of generosity'n skills? Just wanna know yer motives, is all. I'm still learnin' 'bout Snowdrift to know for sure if this is somethin' fit for the wing, but I can certainly offer on yer behalf?" It's all given while she eats, demolishing her kebabs one piece at a time. "How fortunate for you, that I love animals." Edyis's lips twisting wry. There's a resolute nod, "As much as I know, Pia said she'd be in contact with me and would talk with her craftmasters, if it is something that can have broader applications I figure Mielline is probably one of the best to go to, since she seems to have Irianke and K'del's confidence, if her tenure as Acting Weyrleader was any indication." The scribe comments between bites, "Whatever method you think is best, I am still sort of new to this whole chain of command thing." Of her own motives Edyis laughs, "And a desire to preserve my free time, and the thought that something might come of it for the Weyr at large. Honestly she was so enthusiastic at the mere thought of it I'm not sure I was capable of telling her no. Snowdrift might not be the best fit, I don't really know either." A touch rueful, "That's for wiser heads than mine to figure out." "Ha, ha," is Jo's return on the animal comment, ending with a bite of her meat skewer. She's listening to the rest, but it's something Edyis says that draws a curious glance from her. "Does she..." she muses on Mielline having the Weyrleaders' confidence, it causing her to pause in her eating. "Well. If ya think she's best to go to for this, then she is. Maybe she'll pass it on to the Weyrleaders. I'd be interested in seein' its outcome," though, by the calculating slight of her features, it's likely there's more to it than mere helping out a crafter. She claims her drink then in the pause before looking Ed's way and with a brief lift of her brow, "I'll talk to her 'bout it," she reiterates with ease. "It'd be interestin' to hear what she thinks. Fuck knows I've never given much thought to how these wingleaders run things, so..." there's a shrug to the matter, it being finalized at least in her head. "If she didn't, would they have made her Acting?" Edyis points out her reasoning, pulling a hunk, off the skewer, and holding it so that Flicker can reach." Edyis tilts her chin down, looking at the remaining skewers and picking one up. "I don't know about the best, but she's probably close." Pulling another hunk off the stick with her teeth. "If you don't know squat, there's sure as hell no hope for me Jo." Wide eyed in mock horror. Though more seriously, "She's the wingleader I have, whatever else she might be I've yet to discover." "She could've just been the only one they both seen fit to agree on to run things while K'del was south," Jo says with a slight shrug. "I'd like to think there isn't many those two really would trust with this Weyr in their instead, 'n someone they can agree on together, moreso." She pops the last of the meat into her mouth before claiming her cup again as she says, "Anyway, I intend to get to know 'bout this Mielline," and she drinks. "Or get to know her. Both. I figured ya'd know more than me anyway, since ya been tapped in her wing. I'd wager she chose ya for a reason.Do ya know much about the other 'second?" "Haven't really taken much opportunity to, trying to get the basics down first." Edyis admits between mouthfuls. "Then there was the whole K'del incident, didn't seem right, to look for too much of her time, with the extra workload and pressure she was under." A pull from her mug half drains it. "I don't really know her much better than you do, which is something we both probably should rectify." There is another shake of her head, "Can't say I do, I mean I've observed but it's a limited knowledge." She shrugs again. Nodding, "Things seem to be goin' back to the way things were now," Jo says of Mielline and workloads. "With K'del back. I haven' even seen him much, save for briefly in passin' when we're at drills or in the bowl. Have ya ever talked to the Weyrwoman, though?" she ask now, curious as she finishes up her meal. "Not as much as I'd have liked, but then she doesn't seem the sort to be interested in or suffer fools." Edyis notes with a self-deprecating chuckle. "She is interesting though, at least. So far seems to be what the Weyr needed, not as afraid to act as what Azaylia was, but probably more dangerous than what Azaylia was." Dark eyes lift to study Jo then, "What's your impression of her?" Jo is quiet as she listens to Ed's opinion on the senior Weyrwoman, only nodding once at something said and it isn't very clear what. "Are ya a fool?" she teases in asking on the first before she gives a slight shrug before answering. "Dangerous. Yeah. Dangerous is likely what this Weyr needs, though. Calculatin'. Sexy. I can appreciate an older woman that knows what she wants. There's more to her, though. Her origins back in Igen aren' well known. Likes to be disarmin'. Again, somethin' I can appreciate. Ya need to be to rule. Not someone ya wanna cross all that much." Perhaps it's more of an impression in the end, as if the convict wingsecond knows more than she's letting on, but she's getting up from her chair and saying, "Well, got some business to attend to, darlin'. The night never waits. Thanks for the food. I'll be sure to crash on in again sometime. We are wingmates, after all." She should get a pass, in other words. Right. "Naturally." Edyis says of being a fool with a wry twist of her lips. "Seems to be the consensus anyway." And it's that assessment of Irianke that draws a lift of both dark brows, but if she senses Jo is holding back, the former scribe doesn't call the bluerider out on it. Instead there's a smirk, "Eat and run why don't you," she teases. "Take care Jo, see you in the morning." Getting up then to start taking care of the dishes. |
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Pia (17:10, 27 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
Somewhere out at Tillek, Pia is clapping her hands together and wiggling in insane glee and she HAS NO IDEA WHY.
Edyis (17:53, 27 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
Edyis points at the above. "See! How do you even say no to that kind of enthusiasm! Tell me!"
Jo (18:06, 27 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
What did I get myself into? *eyes* D:
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