Logs:Meeting before the Hearth
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| RL Date: 28 April, 2014 |
| Who: Leova, Yuzuyu |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Leova and Yuzuyu run into eachother at the nighthearth |
| Where: Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 24, Month 8, Turn 34 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: R'hin/Mentions, Suireh/Mentions |
| Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr With its entrance located between the kitchen and the living cavern, this tiny bubble cavern is cozy, always kept warm and is filled with comfortable chairs and a small round table. At the far end, there's a hearth, outlined in ruddy, aging bricks, where a pot of stew simmers in the evening hours. Generally quiet, the nighthearth is the haunt of insomniacs and those seeking quiet from the bustle of daily Weyr life.
It isn't that the Weyr's newest harper is sneaking around at night, only...she is. Yuzuyu had feared the bustle of the day far too much to take a proper look around, but the lull that comes with darkness seems to have given her some courage. It's after quite a bit of walking that the harper shuffles her way towards the night heart. Yuzu looks down as she walks, and it isn't until she's gotten herself some stew and lifted her gaze to look for her seat that eyes fall on the rider. Her immediate reaction? A squeak, some arm flailing, and one very close call between stew and floor. Amber eyes lift, but the knife stills. She doesn't squeak, nor slice anything she doesn't mean to. "Not quite empty, no," the woman says. Mildly. Yuzuyu takes a moment to catch her breathe, looking like a frightened little feline as she stands there. Eventually something kicks in and the harper takes a deep breathe and dips her head politely to the rider, "G-good evening...I'm sorry, I...I really didn't mean to disturb you." Her words are a bit wobbly even with her best attempt at bravery, but she's talking at least! "No disturbance," the rider says, just as mildly as before. There's a flight jacket slung onto the corner of her chair, bearing a greenrider's knot and the badges of Glacier and of a ranking dragonhealer. Whether that's introduction enough... "I'm Leova. Vrianth's. How many syllables do you like in your name?" Yuzuyu seems to be frozen in place at the moment, and her words reflect her demeanor. At first there's nothing, only a quick glancing to the jacket and back before one hand abandons the bowl of stew. It moves up in what must be the most awkward salute many have seen. Her palm faces outward completely, twisted at the wrist while her thumb is tucked completely against the center of her hand. It isn't difficult to see how new she is to Weyr life with how she's acting. "A-any syllables really...Yuzuyu...um...Yu...or Yuzu...whichever's easiest really." "Don't have to salute me," Leova points out. "Journeyman. Have a seat." There are potentially-imperiling choices, though: more seats than the younger woman has fingers. Leova only nods to a particular one nearby, however. Its leather is well-worn, scuffed where people might sit, further scarred by firelizard claws upon back and arms. "'Yu' 'minds me of Lady Yuliye, not that it's not been a while since she was here. Not that folks like me would've called her that, either, hm?" Yuzuyu awkwardly drops the salute, a blush racing across her cheeks before moving over to the indicated seat. "Lady Yuliye of....High Reaches Hold?" The harper seems to have at least done a bit of studying about the region before being sent here, but there's hardly any confidence in that voice. "Oh no, no I could never have called her that even if I had met her." A small portion of stew is scooped into her mouth, but the harper quickly regrets it. There's a yelp of pain and she begins fanning her mouth while looking away. Please don't notice, please don't notice! As if anyone could not. "And now returned to that of her origins," Leova supplies with proper solemnity, that reference to Crom easy enough to be merely adding to the harper's reply rather than correcting it. She doesn't ask whether the harper's all right. She also doesn't move that knife... or, politely, look away herself. She does, however, watch to see just how soon Yuzuyu tries that stew again. Yuzuyu doesn't try that stew again, instead she starts stirring it furiously with a spoon while blushing just the slightest. "Ah..yes...returned...of course!" The flustered young woman doesn't try to meet Leova's eyes. In fact, it seems like she's going out of her way to avoid any eye contact at all. It may or may not have something to do with the knife! "Do you...do you come here often?" Of all the awkward questions to use for small talk, /this/ is the one that the harper picks. It's a wonder she's a harper at all really! "Mm. Don't know about often. To sit, anyhow, but it's a useful place." Leova does not put away that knife, but neither does she flash it more than... well, than strictly necessary to further relax her grip. "Finding what you need 'round here? High Reaches." Not just the nighthearth. "It's a nice place..." Yuzuyu's words are soft, but her gaze finally moves to Leova just for the briefest of seconds. Not long after, attention is once again on the stew and she gives a tentative nod. "It's...difficult to get used to, but....those I've met have been very kind." She tries another mouthful, wincing just a little bit at the temperature now. If only she could taste it! Those burnt taste buds offer little in the way of sensing. "I think I may start performing soon...maybe...I hope so at least..." Performing? Apparently this little animal isn't in the law or teaching division. "Have they." It's inflected with a touch of humor, though at least Leova stays short of outright surprise. Finally she returns to whittling, each freed bit of wood neatly stashed in a tiny sack for the purpose as she goes along. "What do you plan to perform? I do enjoy hearing my niece sing." Niece, or close enough for this. Not knowing the greenrider, that touch of pride might as easily apply to a five-Turn-old with a particularly echoing bawl. "They have...though...I've only bert a few people and just very briefly." The harper admits this with a slight wince. Being social is not her area of expertise. "Singing, instruments, dancing....whichever they think the evening calls for that day." Yuzuyu returns to stirring the food in her bowl before glancing up. Is that a bit of a flinch at mention of a niece? It's hard to tell except to the most observant. "Is...is your niece also a harper?" In her mind the young woman /is/ imagining a three-turn-old belting out things in the middle of a weyr, but her mind seems to be working quickly enough to decide that overestimating age is better than underestimating. "Dancing." This time the greenrider looks the harper over with a more specific interest, wondering, "I don't suppose you're acquainted with Journeyman Gisele? She's posted at Tillek now. Suireh... Suireh's a harper, yes." There's a one-cornered smile for the understatement of it. "Older than you, I'd guess; don't know that you two would have studied together," though it's also not as though she knows they hadn't. "U-ummm...yes...dancing...." Yuzuyu fidgets under the rider's gaze. Must focus on the stew, look at this wonderful stew, it is the stew to rule all stews! That bit of vegetable and that bit of meat and...oh, there are things the harper really should be answering. "Suireh....the Journeyman under Master Vesik?" The woman might actually sound like she's in awe for a moment. Even if they haven't met, there's certainly quite a bit of respect for the woman as well as her mentor. Leova's nod is agreement. "In fact... her father's posted here still, I think." She leans forward slightly, even, over that knife. "You know, you really should catch him before he goes back to Monaco, ask him about her as a little girl. 'R'hin,' his name is." Who happens to have been one of High Reaches' Weyrleaders during a particularly tumultuous part of its history... but then, that was a long time ago. Perhaps a harper this young needn't have remembered all that. "Oh? Perhaps...perhaps I could talk to him and see if....I wonder if she might like to attempt a collaboration of sorts." Yuzuyu bites her bottom lip, embarrassed at the thought of even asking. She seems to recognize R'hin's name vaguely, but her knowledge of Weyr politics is only minimal. At least the harper seems to remember he was a former Weyrleader if nothing else about what occurred. "Definitely talk to him. Wouldn't know much about collaboration, but anything's possible, hm?" Leova lifts one shoulder, lets it fall, and in the next moment she's sheathing her knife for good. "I'd best get on. But. Welcome to the 'Reaches, Yuzu. Enjoy your, ah. Stew." The journeyman gets another of those one-cornered smiles. The greenrider, now standing, gets her jacket. "I'll see if I can find him..." In the vastness that is this Weyr! "Ah...it was nice to meet you Leova, have a pleasant night." Yuzuyu keeps stays seated but leans forward in a bob that's almost like a seated bow, "Thank you." Finally, finally just as the conversation is ending...the harper manages a flicker of a smile for the other woman and finishes up with a tiny wave. |
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