Logs:Not A Debt
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| RL Date: 2 December, 2014 |
| Who: Edyis, R'hin, Enwei, Gretvyn |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: R'hin brings a healer to Esvay. |
| Where: Esvay Hold |
| When: Day 6, Month 6, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Rh'mis/Mentions, Rone/Mentions, Lilah/Mentions |
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| Warm summer breezes and cloudless sunshine make for the kind of day that seems just perfect for lazing about in the sun. Except, Edyis doesn't appear to be doing so anytime soon. She looks very much the part of your typical farm girl, complete with a simple shift and a basket of eggs over one arm as she makes her way back from the avian coop. A stray feather or two stuck to her person, signifying the daily battle with the protective hens for their treasures. She meanders along the path quietly, enjoying the relative peace of the morning. There's a new arrival over Esvay -- though Leiventh emerges deliberately low, his angle carrying him in such a way that doesn't announce his presence -- at least until his shadow passes across the girl below. One could guess that it's deliberate, given the angular bronze turns sharply thereafter, spiralling down a short distance away. R'hin's instantly recognizable, of course, but the older woman with him might not be. The Wingleader's giving his passenger a hand with the straps, and making sure she makes it safely to the ground, before he turns pale gaze in Edyis' direction. The woman, after close inspection, could be noted as wearing a senior journeyrank healer's knot. Indeed the bronzes' shadow has the girl lifting an arm to shield her eyes before she's tracking him to his landing point. The corners of her mouth twist, revealing a pleasant smirk, "I see you couldn't keep away" Trailing off abruptly as she spots R'hin's companion, her eyes resting briefly on the knot. Her brow furrows a moment, a brief flicker of expression before that natural smile returns, dark eyes intent upon the rider, cautious. "Welcome to Esvay Hold. You both are in luck, it just so happens someone brought an excellent vintage of wine the other day, or there is a batch of fresh mint tea brewing in the kitchen." Waiting for introductions, or more likely an explanation from the rider. "Of course not. It reminds me of," R'hin's lips twist in a way that almost eerily echoes Edyis': "...I spent a lot of time at Nabol in my youth, you know. The Beowins winter there." Which is probably about the most he's ever told her about his background, and done casually enough to be as easily lie as truth. With a gesture towards the healer, he says, "This is Journeywoman Enwei. I was giving her a ride back to the Hall, asked if she'd mind if we stopped on the way. I admit," with an apologetic-but-really-not spread of hands, "I told her a little about Gretvyn. What can I say, she's an amazing woman. Enwei, this is Edyis," a beat, "We'd love some tea." Those dark eyes almost sparkle at the revelation, lips curving even more to expose her teeth. "That would explain your charm and clever way with words, wouldn't it? Perhaps it also explains your penchant for trouble." Her attention quickly shifting to the older healer. "It is a pleasure to meet you Enwei, I promise, a good cup of tea and meal to make up for this one's mischief. He does usually mean well." Thumbing in the direction of the rider as she leads the way back to the hold, and to a modest but well-appointed study, that seems less barren than the hall that leads to it. Gretvyn herself is in one of the chairs near the hearth with a cup of tea and her needlework not far off. "R'hin is visiting again, and he's brought Healer Enwei with him. " I'm going to take the eggs to the kitchen and fetch some tea." Edyis states, though she doesn't depart before giving the bronzerider a slight shake of her head as she leads to the kitchen. "We were not expecting another visit so soon. It is good to see you again R'hin." Gretvyn states simply with a smile, lifting her attention from her work. R'hin's brows rise upwards, expression plastered in a does it? that is unspoken, and followed easily enough by a grin that doesn't exactly confirm things. "Oh, I don't mind. I so rarely get out of the Hall these days, I think they're about due to revoke the journey from my rank," Enwei says with an easy smile. "Some tea would be lovely, Edyis." R'hin extends an elbow to the healer, and falls into step not far behind the girl. As he enters the study, he greets Gretvyn with an effusive warm that seems genuine, stepping forward briefly to lift the older woman's hand with a brief brush of his lips to her skin. "And you, dear Gretvyn, looking as lovely as ever." He lies just as glibly as the warmth spills forward, turning to introduce the healer to holder. That done, he seems set to leave Enwei to her work: she settles down next to Gretvyn, chatting easily, keeping things light. The bronzerider, meanwhile, slips into the kitchen in the former scribe's wake, finding a wall to lean against, pale eyes guarded as he watches her silently. Eggs end up on the countertop and the charming smile is completely faded. Edyis sets about filling the tea pot and hanging it on it's spot near the fire, pulling down a few sprigs of mint hanging from a string secured to one of the shelves. "I appreciate the gesture R'hin." She states simply without turning to face the rider, instead picking the leaves from the stem and stuffing them into the pot. She gets through a sprig or two before she seems satisfied and turns around to face him. "But I can already tell you what she is going to find." He's silent while she goes about her work, the nod that she receives in response to her thanks going unnoticed, since she's not looking in his direction. It's only when she turns, finally, that R'hin says, "Then I'll bring her back again, until it's over. Enwei does not believe in needless suffering. And she," a moment's hesitation, "She'll get on well with Gretvyn." Pale eyes flicker over Edyis, taking her in. He doesn't ask the implied question aloud, but instead judges for himself how she fares. After a measured beat of three: "Tell me what you need." "You always find some way to leave me indebted to you." She responds with an almost chuckle, moving to pull down the teacups, and drawing a deep breath. "She isn't suffering the way my father did so at least there is that. I haven't told the girls or Giorgee either. I don't even know how to begin to explain it to my younger siblings. Gretvyn had planned on not letting Greta, Gerta, Giorgee or myself know until the end, didn't want us to worry or jepordize our positions." The tea cups set out, she stirs the pot again before reclaiming her spot against the cabinets. "I don't need anything, at least I don't know what I need at the moment." "This isn't a debt." R'hin says it with such a steady weight as to leave no confusion about his sincerity. He nods, slowly, like he understands why Gretvyn made such a choice, though he doesn't advocate it aloud. Silently, he steps over to lean against the cabinet next to Edyis, sliding an arm around her to pull her into a hug. She allows herself to be hugged, exhaling softly. "I'm grateful R'hin. She is too. We are both just too stubborn to admit it all that frequently." Tilting her head to lean against his shoulder for the briefest of moments. "Just wish the bandit problem would be resolved quickly, I've heard from people further away from the valley that they are getting bolder. Just when you seem to be out of one crisis you get thrust head first into another." She straightens hesitantly before moving over to the boiling pot and filling the teacups. "I heard about Igen, Benden's hatching too, or well I spoke with Lilah about the eggs. Seems like strange things abound in all the weyrs these days." Her smile returns, as does it's promise of mischief, "I trust you and your many bedmates have been getting along just fine with the wine cabinet being refilled less often?" R'hin's frowning, at her mention of the bandits, but with her head bent she might not read it in the easy tone of the bronzerider's response, "I had noticed that. That you get a lot of your stubbornness from her," and while she pulls away to tend to the pot, he leans against the cabinet again, watchful. After a moment, "No so strange. Always... strange things happening. People forget," he exhales. "Igen should be sorted soon, I hope." Edyis' latter question earns a blandly innocent flicker of brows: "I don't know who you're talking about. And yes, my wine cabinet is coincidentally unraided these past few sevens." He taps a finger against his lips, thoughtfully. "Strange, indeed." Brows furrow more deeply, and she nods. " I wonder if some of these bandits are holdovers from Rone's conscripts. .." She shakes her head at that thought, before launching on the other points instead. "While that may be true, There are a few things that seem rather odd coincidences of late. Fort's clutches and then Benden's, I suppose when Hraedhyth rises we will see if it was more an issue of choice in mates or something more concerning. I am surprised Igen's ire could be resolved so soon." She feigns hurt at the insinuation that she drinks all his wine, snickering. "Well, there is that Goldrider, who seems a little bit intent on Reachian bronzes. Or at least that would be the way the Weyrwoman portrayed her lifemate's viewpoint on them." "Rh'mis might know," R'hin says, deliberately casually, reaching over to take the tray. The bronzerider, for his part, seems less concerned about the clutches than perhaps Edyis' surprise over Igen. "You're surprised? Oh, Edyis," as if he's somehow offended. "I haven't been completely dormant while you've been gone, you know." The latter comments gets a patently false befuddled look, and further conversation on that score is effectively halted by his passage out of the kitchen, back to join holder and healer. The bronzerider seems content to let the women talk with only the occasional wry remark, only stepping up to play dutiful escort once Enwei is ready to leave. |
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