Logs:Opinions and Taste
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| RL Date: 20 December, 2015 |
| Who: C'ris, J'sae, Farideh |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: C'ris and J'sae go looking through the store furniture. Farideh has good taste. |
| Where: Central Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 7, Month 8, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Jocelyn/Mentions, Farideh/Mentions, Drex/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions |
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Massive in scale, the Weyr's main storage passage connects to the kitchen
on one end and the outbound tunnel on the other. Large enough to admit a
wagon laden with goods, the tunnel easily permits the unloading and
organization of supplies into the various storerooms.
Branching off from this corridor are multiple caverns, the nearer two
being 'open' stores from which residents can readily help themselves,
while the deeper stores are kept locked up tight with a posted sign and
inventory hung on a hook outside of each. An alcove next to the public
stores serves as a catch-all area for reshelving items whose destination
is uncertain; two sets of stone shelving and several bins hold these items
neatly until a stores assistant has a moment to deal with them.
Though the storage caverns vary in size, shape, and the smoothness of
their walls, all belong to the same system: whitewashed walls, swept
floors, and most importantly, neatly labeled and inventoried shelves
providing ample space to stow all the supplies a busy Weyr needs. Though
there's no direct internal lighting, a glowbasket may be brought in from
the niche outside each cavern, the better to ward off pests and the inky
dark of deep caves. C'ris has brought steaming cups of covered klah with him, one for himself and one for the bluerider he is meeting, because of course he has. He stands just outside one of the open store caverns, leaning awkwardly against a wall as he holds each mug in a hand and leaving himself without any free to fiddle or entertain himself otherwise. Instead, he hums a happy little tune as he waits. He's dressed down for the day, in the worn-out blue sweater that is often seen during his rest days and with his hair still mussed from bed. (If asked, he will swear he tried to brush it; it is just fluffy enough not to cooperate.) J'sae is punctual for the arranged meeting, walking at a brisk pace as he comes along the corridor. He has a wide and easy grin for the other bluerider, and the "Hey," of friendly greeting. "I probably should've had you show me your place before we did this, but it just means we'll have to rely on your judgment and my imagination." What could go wrong says that next grin. "Tell me about your bed," in another context, on the heels of the bluerider's last comment could mean something very different, but here, the former(?) woodcrafter really means to talk about the construction of it. The wood that makes it not what might be in it. "Hey," is C'ris' equally friendly answer, except his is paired with klah as he holds it out in offer to the woodcrafter. It is still hot, so he must not have arrived too early to their meeting. Even if the context is all so appropriate, he still flushes slightly at it. "It is, uh, large. Much bigger than my last bed. And simple?" A pause, a beat, before he adds, "We could go now. So you can see the place. It has a bath." Because J'sae clearly needed to know that. There's a very defined pause from J'sae at C'ris' flush and description. His lips are pressed in an almost smile that could hide any number of emotions on his part. "Ah-uh," two different syllables of something before his eyes close and the open to have lashes flutter rapidly, giving a little choked chuckle, "If that's the most you can tell me about the wood, the shape, whether it has posters or a foot board or-- maybe we'd better go look." Still, so professional. "Oh, no. There's no posters or footboard or anything. Just the frame and the-- feet, right? That keep it off the ground. And they're dark," C'ris is able to answer, a self-effacing humor there as his own crooked grin appears. "Sorry. I'm not very-- creative, I guess you'd call it. Artistic. My mom'd tell you that I've never really paid attention to the details." Standing in the corridor just outside one of the furniture storage caverns, each with a steaming mug of klah in hand, two blueriders are in discussion. C'ris bears the traces of a blush and J'sae's lips are pressed together against a smile. "I see. Well, then, good thing I'm here, I guess." He lifts his klah to blow on the surface and take a sip. "Easiest to start a theme working with the biggest piece of furniture in the room. Since it sounds like the bed's going to be more about what you cover it with, that would make the armoire the next largest. So let's go see what we can find? If nothing else, you'll be able to tell me what you like and what you don't about the ones we see and if you need to commission that from scratch, you'll have a better idea of what you're looking for." Logical, see? Before you see her, you hear her: low-heeled shoes going clack-clack-clack against the corridor floor as she walks from the kitchen to the other end of the stores. It's just another day in Farideh's routine, and she doesn't pay attention to much around her as she whisks by other weyrfolk in the hallway; her gaze is centered on the hides in her hands, which she's flipping through. Something about those blueriders-- it must be C'ris' voice that has her head lifting when she steps past them, and then backtracks. "C'ris," sounds pleased, but then J'sae gets an inquisitive study. "Hello." "That makes sense, right," agrees C'ris lightly. And he adds, though surely no one needs this detail: "I have some furs for the bed and my mom knit a new blanket for it. Blue, of course." His smile flashes brightly again for J'sae, nothing held back in the bluerider's expression. But then there's the goldrider and he is smiling just as brightly for her. "Farideh! Hey! You look good." And he will cross over to sweep her into a moment's friendly hug before releasing her, if she lets him. After, he will remember to introduce, "Farideh, this is J'sae. He's just in from Ista; he's a woodcrafter. He's helping me furnish my new weyr." "Light blue or--" Jase is just asking C'ris, apparently interested in this detail, when there's a weyrwoman, and one greeted so casually by his companion. He looks briefly agog and then at a loss, then he inclines his head in a gesture of respect more common to a Hold than a Weyr but must come from some deeply ingrained training to come out here when he's so disarmed by his surprise. "Weyrwoman," is deeply respectful, though at least he doesn't do something so fool as to not lift his eyes to her face, he does and he has a shy smile for her. "Am I not supposed to? It's already been two months, C'ris." Farideh pats the bluerider on the back when he hugs her, and then straightens to smooth out her heathered-rose skirts and listen to the deluge of information. "Ista? My, why ever would you want to come here when you could be there? I do believe it's one of the first places I'll go when Irianke lets me fly again." She returns the second bluerider's shy smile, holding out her hand towards him for a polite handshake. "J'sae, woodcrafter, Tundra. It's lovely to meet you. Welcome." "Right, right. Sorry, I've been-- busy. Moving and Quinlys and--." C'ris winces, apologetic, even before he catches himself to add, "I picked something up for little Ethran; I'll have to come by sometime," before he falls silent as the two introduce themselves. It helps that he has klah to sip to keep his mouth occupied. It's probably reflexes that make J'sae take Farideh's offered hand, staring at her a little in the way one might the Lady of a Hold, a little in awe, a little like this might be the most surreal moment of his month. "The honor's mine, ma'am," and he means it quite genuinely. His head turns from one to the other, tracking the conversation putting pieces together, but not venturing a guess yet about the friends' exchange. "Ista doesn't have a Tundra," is simple, "and beaches are best on days off anyway." Have dragon, will travel. "I was-- I'm helping C'ris get a sense of what he's looking for in new furniture. Seeing if there's anything worth refurbishing. I'm sure we could use your eye for style if you have a few moments to spare?" He hasn't missed her skirts, then, nor probably the rest of her outfit. The bluerider's deference is met with a quizzical smile, but otherwise Farideh is mum on the subject. "I can see how that would be a lure, but the weather--" Her voice has a pining quality to it as she utters the words, but then she's smiling at C'ris. "You didn't have to-- thank you, all the same. I'm quite sure he'll like it. He likes most things he can look at and grab." Pause. "New furniture? Have you already beat up what you had before?" She slants C'ris a look. "Or are you trying to impress Quinlys? I do not think she's put off by less-than-fancy things, if that's your concern." "She, uh, suggested that I get another weyr. I moved into a new one. Right above the Weyrleaders' complex? It's got a window," C'ris explains, trying to help identify which ledge is now his with a hint of an embarrassed flush. "I left my old furniture with the old weyr. It's not like it's easy to find stuff that would fit in it, so anyone who wanted to move in--." He holds his free hand up helplessly, before it lifts to scrub at fluffy hair. He adds lightly to J'sae, "Anyone's eye for style would be better than mine. If Farideh has the time." J'sae's smile is the sort that conveys understanding for the goldrider's pining for the weather. "I haven't seen snow in turns," he volunteers, so clearly he must not remember how awful it is. The man follows Farideh's questions to C'ris, that look, and then like to C'ris with slightly raised brows for his responses. He doesn't interrupt now, but rather edges into the doorway to peer at the furniture there. Both of the goldrider's brows lift in answer. "Oh?" Farideh might be filing that bit of information away for later, but for now she follows in J'sae's footsteps, towards the doorway he's chosen to look into. "Do you need everything? Chairs? Bed? Tables? Bookcases? Bedding?" She folds her arms over her chest, around those hides, and looks from one bluerider, to the other, quite expectantly. "I have a couch and a bed," C'ris answers. He doesn't add the detail of the size of his bed for the goldrider, at least. "And a bath." Well, that was bound to come up. (He's so proud, he's practically beaming with it!) He does offer to J'sae with a quick grin, "The snow is nice. You wake up to a pure world that's coated with all this fluffy, sparkling white and your breath hangs in the air--. And then there's the snow fights." "Ista would rather I not take what I've made with me," understandably. Jase adds as if it weren't news to the goldrider that he's looking for furniture for himself, as well. "Snow fights," has him looking at C'ris with a slightly curious, suppressed smile. He steps into the storage cavern, though, allowing enough room that they can follow if it pleases them. "What do your tastes run toward, ma'am? Ornate or more simple beauty?" He seems to care about Farideh's answer in the way that only a person who loves his craft does. An amused smile curves Farideh's mouth as she listens to, and watches, C'ris going on about his weyr, and the snow, and snow fights and-- oh, he's just adorable, isn't he!? But J'sae's allowance has her head turning, expression guarded. "Truly?" She sounds genuinely interested in those perspectives, however distracted she is by interior design. "I prefer simple, clean lines and non-heavy dcor, but-- we're not here for me," she says, laughter evident, and trails behind the former Istan. "This winter. It's on," is what C'ris murmurs to J'sae in a teasing threat, his grin shameless for his childish challenge. But then he realizes that they're there for him and Farideh has offered him a simple way out--. "Yeah, that sounds nice. Clean lines, not heavy. Easier to move around." "Still, it's important to know your tastes so we can get a sense of if our eyes might agree. The best pieces are those with universal appeal, if you're looking to please someone," J'sae casts a meaningful look at or to C'ris (he was paying attention!). "For C'ris' purposes, it'd be better, really, if we all had different tastes, but it sounds like there's overlap for you two. I like elegantly ornamented, for example," he offers as much to the bluerider as to the gold, "Nothing over the top, but enough that the simplicity of lines is complemented by complexity in trim or accents. And you both know this Quinlys, so what do we," collectively, probably, "think her taste would be?" He's not quite instructing, but his explanation has the pleasantly lilting tones of one who enjoys sharing what he knows, but not to no purpose. The snowfight is another day so the topic is left for now. "The weyr is for C'ris though. I don't think Quinlys' opinion should matter--" Farideh starts that thought and doesn't get to finish, as a blonde head pokes through the doorway and one of the assistant headwomen tries to wave her over with silent gestures. "C'ris, J'sae--" She sighs, but moves back towards the hallway. "If you two will excuse me. I'd love to come by and see what you've chosen, later, but it would seem I'm needed. I apologize. J'sae, it was wonderful to meet you." And with a wiggle of her fingers, she's gone. And then Farideh is gone, C'ris offering a respectful salute as she leaves. Left to answer to the topic of taste, he turns back to admit to J'sae, "Even if-- Well, I don't know her tastes that well. But something elegant sounds good, though." So did simple lines, so--. He offers a smile, clapping a hand against the other bluerider's upper arm only to start in the direction of the furniture. "Really, I am ok with anything. Just as long as it's not expensive and it looks nice." J'sae might look after Farideh for a moment or two before he looks to C'ris and lowers his voice, "Are all the weyrwomen like that here?" What he might mean isn't explained immediately, instead giving the other bluerider a lopsided smile, "At some point in this process, you're going to either need to have a strong feeling or find someone with a strong feeling to make these decisions for you." Some men just don't care about home decorating, it's true; J'sae is not one of those men. "Oh, uh, like--? She's a good person. Takes some getting used to but she's nice," C'ris assures him with a smile, flushing a little again as he glances back in the direction that Farideh went. "I haven't really met Irianke and Jocelyn-- She's still a weyrling. Adjusting to it, you know how it goes." He rolls up a shoulder there, before he adds, "How much extra do I have to bribe you for your strong feelings?" "No, I mean-- friendly." J'sae seems surprised. Perhaps he's never met any friendly goldriders, or, "I never really met any of the goldriders at Ista." It must strike him as strange to have been here such a short time by comparison and to have been introduced to one of three. "The price is too high," Jase tells him with a chuckle then. "Don't you know anyone who's known you longer than me who'd give you their strong opinions for free? There are lots of people with strong opinions in the world," and lots who would be willing to sell them. A laugh escapes, surprised, from C'ris' own lips at that answer but then he's quickly nodding. "Yeah, she's-- I mean, she wasn't always. She had a rough time as a weyrling, especially since everyone assumed Roszadyth would rise next. But a lot has changed for her since." A beat, before he adds with a bright smile, "She just had a son, even!" His gaze slides away as he considers that price, and the furniture, even before he shakes his head simply. "I, uh, no. I mean, besides my mom and, well. Don't worry; I can make some decisions." "Yeah?" J'sae doesn't disguise is curiosity. "Oh, that was the two months thing?" The son, presumably. "Is she from here, originally? I mean, I probably should've studied up on the leaders here before I transferred. I know K'del's been Weyrleader forever and Irianke transferred from Igen but the natives--" or those that Impressed here anyway, he gives a little shake of his head. "And is Quinlys your girlfriend?" He might as well ask while he's at it. He doesn't comment on C'ris' claim of decision-making ability, but rather starts to pick his way toward where there's a small collection of armoires, wardrobes and other similar furniture. Curiosity comes to a good place when it asks question of C'ris, since it doesn't even seem to occur to the bluerider not to answer questions openly and honestly and with likely more detail than anyone needs to know. He nods, smiling. "Yeah, two months ago. Her and her weyrmate Drex. Well, when Drex is here at the Weyr; he's a sailor so he's gone when he's not living in her weyr." A pause, and he's frowning slightly. "Yeah, I think she's-- I mean, she was here for a while before the hatching, working in the laundry. But she didn't grow up here. Jocelyn did, though." He takes a sudden interest in a one of the armoires with a missing door, so very interested. "She's not my girlfriend. She's giving me a chance, but she doesn't really do that. Or hasn't, before. And with the weyrlings -- she's the Weyrlingmaster -- well, it gets complicated." There's nodding along from Jase as C'ris explains about Farideh and her part-time weyrmate, of Jocelyn, and then his brows lift and he looks toward the bluerider questioningly at this explanation of Quinlys. "I... see." He doesn't, but he's polite. "So, armoires," he takes the obvious topic change and gestures. "What speaks to you?" Then it's time to get to work. There will be lots more questions from Jase about color, shape, trim, and by the end of it C'ris and his openness to questions might be a little exhausted, but it can't be said that they didn't make progress or that J'sae didn't genuinely do his best by the other bluerider. They'll sort something... eventually. |
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Roz (18:48, 20 December 2015 (PST)) said...
YES. SOMEONE THINKS I'M FRIENDLY. HA.
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