Logs:People are like dragon eggs
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| RL Date: 26 July, 2013 |
| Who: Tayte, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: A bartender and her greenriding chum exchange gossip and such. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 9, Month 5, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Anvori/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, D'kan/Mentions, Edeline/Mentions, Meara/Mentions, Oisa/Mentions, Quigan/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Sisha/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Backdated! |
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| Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor, and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook. Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern.
A few Boreal riders traipse in, looking fresh from sweeps with the telltale signs of flight leathers, wind-reddened cheeks and for some, a case of helmet hair. Telavi is not one of the latter, her pinned-up braids having survived, but she does follow close at the heels of the junior wingsecond. Who... winds up getting called to talk to stern-looking Oisa, leaving Tela to wander a few slowing steps after him before detouring with more determination for the bar. "Well," she greets the paler-blonde bartender, not loudly but certainly making it not quite as quiet. "Hello." Ocean eyes track the comings and goings casually. Tayte's eyes slide across the faces with no apparent interest, not until one of those faces draws nearer and is greeting her specifically. "Well, hello, chum." Her close lipped smile speaks of her good humor in employing the word that was in contention in their last conversation. "Sweeps or drills?" She asks, nodding toward the group that just came in. Finishing either looks so much alike. "And can I get you a drink?" She gets a dimpled smile for it, just one dimple. "Look at you, now. Sweeps, and let's make it a cheap one, all right?" Telavi settles halfway onto the stool, not quite commitment, one foot still on the ground. "And how are you settling in?" There's no rush, not on her part, she's not committed but there's also no eye for the door... even though it looks like actual spring outside, at last. The glass in hand is flipped over and the rag tucked into her belt. "Back in my natural habitat. Did you come to observe and take notes?" Tayte tosses her head, which would flip her hair were it not bound into a fishtail braid. "I've always said I should be the subject of someone's study. Maybe about how I get my skin to glow or how I hear so many things without trying." She moves down the bar and fills the glass with a pale ale, pausing before she returns to Telavi to fill glasses for her wingmates that approach to order. Then back to the greenrider. "How are you finding life now that you're a real rider?" "I did not, but that does sound like quite the engaging occupation," at least until the mention of such glowing that raises a faint blush upon the greenrider's cheeks. "Except," Telavi decides then, "that really, someone might do better simply to ask you, mightn't they? Whether it has to do with exfoliation, or Rukbat herself, for instance." She murmurs thanks before sliding the requisite fraction across the bar, afterwards sipping at the ale with the air of one who intends to enjoy herself even as she makes it last. "In terms of free time, it's much nicer than being a pretend rider. I don't object to having a little more in the way of stipend, either. But there are a few things I miss... How soon were you posted, after you walked the tables? And is it true that people really do walk tables in your Craft, or is that just an expression?" "Might." Tayte agrees with a teasing smile for the darker blonde. "If I'm feeling generous with my answers. There are some I might just let keep on looking and wondering." Without other needs to tend to, the bartender lingers, selecting another glass and reclaiming her rag from her belt. "Free time, marks, those are both good things. What do you miss? The lash of the Weyrlingmaster's tongue?" She arches a brow, making the suggestion hold two very different meanings. She could give a non-committal answer to the things of her own past, but this isn't just some bar patron, it's her chum. "I was posted to Ista a turn after I walked tables. And yes, I really walked tables, but at least in my craft, they have glass of a great vintage waiting for you at your new seat." "And if that leads them to stop wondering," Telavi lifts one shoulder if only so she can shrug those other people off again, smiling, and she sips... right before that next quip leads to a mild accident with her drink: extra bubbles in her poor ale, though at least nothing's spilled. Tayte receives a look of grandiloquent reproof. "Vintner. Meara would never dream of lashing anyone." That she knows of. At least she can listen while recovering from her blush, and with interest besides. "Oh, good. I like when that sort of story lives up to standards. Is it a vintage to fit the person, or the same who all who walk at the same time?" She doesn't quite continue immediately, leaving a slight pause before, "I Imagine what the healers would have to drink, if they got such a thing... and I, I miss the wing meetings, of all things," since Tayte did ask, and that's not noncommittal either for all that she adds a little laugh. "And how we were all in it together." "Well, then they weren't worthy of my secrets to begin with." Tayte's wink qualifies as sly, the smile breaking so it shows dimples and teeth to the greenrider. It lasts only for a moment though because then she's holding up her finger to twitch it in rebuke at the rider. "Are you trying to get me fired so soon? Here I'm Bartender, that's all. Not vintner." She points to her knotless shoulder, "Got it? I'll blacklist you if that's what it takes to save my job." There's both tease and truth in her threat. And for all that, she does give a little more information on the subject of walking tables. "It's the choice of whomever escorts you to the table. So either their taste or what they think or know yours to be, depending." There's an amused smile, "You're still all in it together; just in different places. If you tend the relationship, it'll still be there." She glances toward the Boreal riders still lingering, "So, does your wing have a favorite for the next Weyrleader?" "Pardon me, bartender, miss." Telavi's upped the dimple ante by one, though after a moment it recedes in favor of interest, the greenrider questioning, "So that's really a rule, Tah?" Tela examines the paler if not palest blonde's shoulder as though she could see hers sitting there, invisibly. "That's interesting, though, about the escort. I'll be generous and hope that everyone gets something they like, then, instead of one of the syrups for coughs. And," there's a moment where she might not have clarified, for why should Tayte have to listen to her not only going on and on but on and on and on. But, "Part of what I meant was that also we were all learning together, we did different things first but it's not as though anyone had been riders for thirty Turns more than the others, if you see what I mean. As for Boreal's pick for Weyrleader, well... I don't flatter myself into thinking I can speak for everyone, but let's go with no one that would lead to Z'ian's losing the wing, one way or another, though he hasn't had it that long." "Yes. This is an independent establishment. They don't need any crafter types muddling things up." Tah answers with a smile. "I'd say crafter by day 'tender by night, but I'm still doing different shifts to see how I like things, to see how Anvori likes me with things at different times of day, and so on." She has to interrupt here to smile at another customer as he approaches, swiftly snagging his order, his markpieces and sending him on his way. Then it's back to Telavi. "I'd imagine some crafts don't encourage the drinking quite so much." She weighs what the greenrider has to say about the difference of being in a real wing thoughtfully, "I suppose. Though there's probably a lot to be gained by working with those people as opposed to your peers. And as for Weyrleader, I suppose we'll know soon enough." Surely her source is the rumor mill, but what kind of gossip would she be if she said that much out loud? Telavi's brows dart up at that, intrigued, and she encourages, "Keep the turn of phrase, though, it's a fun one. And I hope things work out how you want, of course." Of course! Something of what Tayte goes on to say, it has her visibly thinking, but then, the rest does too. "Definitely there is," she agrees. "They know so much. Not all of them want to talk about what they learned and how they learned it, of course," and the greenrider's tone is less immediately mutinous and more, at least temporarily, resigned. She has a deeper sip before leaning forward to ask, "Have you heard anything new, then? Not just somebody's wishful thinking plus greens popping up like grass?" "People are like dragon eggs. They take time and patience. Make a move too soon and you'll bust the relationship you're building. But if you hang in there and make the right moves, they'll hatch eventually. Even if you don't like or if whatever comes out hurts you in the end." Tayte offers this Bartender Wisdom free of charge, on how to handle the less than willing to share wingmates. But then she's leaning in conspiratorially, "You mean you haven't heard?" As though everyone knows and Tela's late to the Really Juicy Gossip Party. "Now that's cheerful," but Telavi's smiling anyway, pleased. Though part of that may have to do with, "No. No, I haven't." She glances briefly back towards some of the other riders, both in what's now her wing and talking to her wing, her eyes more blue than green as they rest on Tayte. "All I heard was... seeing, really, Lady Tillek's reaction to baby Quigan, and that wasn't exciting at all, not compared to this, not by half. What do you know?" "I'll trade you," Tayte offers with a grin. "Tell me about Lady Edeline's reaction." But she's not one to skimp on her side of the offer, "Well, apparently," According to someone who shall remain nameless, "Hraedhyth's feeling a little restless. Looking to travel. And some say that's an early sign. Though I suppose it could just be that she's bored with winter, even if it's pretending to be spring now." The bartender rolls her shoulders noncommittally. It's just what she's heard. "Such as it is," Telavi murmurs of the Lady's reaction, just before the greenrider tilts further forward to listen to what the bartender has to say, looking both startled and eager for anyone who's watching them... even if her lowered voice has a bit of a sigh to it for Tayte's ears when at last she replies. "I wouldn't blame anyone for restlessness right now. I wonder which it really is; I'd hoped you'd say one of them was glowing brighter than torchlight on the shortest day of the Turn," but there goes one of her dimples again: she'll cope. "While we wait to find out," she slides fully onto the stool so that she can sit properly atop it as though it were the Lady's own scrolled seat, her posture regal, even sipping from the mug as though it were a cup of tea as she regards Tayte. "I admit nothing," she says, in a voice that's closer now to the cadence of Tillek. "I reveal nothing. It's all very tedious for the expectant observer, but that matters not. I am Lady Edeline, and the half-minute is up." "Winter does seem to be clinging. I wonder if it's always like this. It wasn't even sevens ago that it was snowing. But at least it didn't stick." It's her first 'Reaches winter, so Tayte's still getting a feel for it. There's a soft laugh for what Telavi was hoping. "Well, as ever, give it time. I'm sure the glow comes, if it is what's ventured by a few." Only a few so far. She listens with rapt attention to the matter and the impression has the bartender laughing warmly, "Well, doesn't she sound tiresome. Does she ever react to things? Or is she the stony-faced sort?" "Not in public. She'd play a good game of poker," Telavi says, "if it's true what they say about not giving anything away. I wouldn't know, though, I'm just learning. But! That reminds me," and that's just about a back-and-forth wiggle upon that stool. Do you play poker? And if you do, do you have special decks at all?" Perhaps she shouldn't keep the bartender, but she doesn't so much as glance down the length of the bar. "Makes sense, I suppose. Those Blooded types always have to be on their guard. Enough politics to make a woman's head spin." Tayte answers as she finishes with the present glass and trades it out for another. "Since I could toddle. Well, almost." The blonde confirms, "And I do. But what kind of special deck do you mean?" "Especially as a woman," Telavi agrees. "Holding in her own right." For a moment, the severe line of her profile could nearly do justice to the Lady herself, as she looks towards the exit to the Bowl, but then smiling eyes return to Tayte once again. "Wonderful. I'd love to see them, sometime, if you'd care to show me. At least, if they're the decorated kind? Is there another?" "I think it's a shame that we don't see more women in positions of power. Even in a Weyr if you look at the traditional models, the Weyrwomen can be limited. I was pleased when Azaylia told me about her having ridden with Glacier for a time. Seems like a healthy experience to have when one wishes to do more than the traditional roles strictly ask." A pause, "I'd like to think, especially with things like female greenriders as acting Weyrleader, that we're becoming a little more progressive." Likely, this isn't an opinion Tayte'd express to just anyone sitting at the bar, but Tela's a chum, not just another patron. "Sure, I could show you. And yes. There are more than just decorative special decks. But that's not something you discuss in a public setting." Her voice is lowered to add. Telavi's nodding, and she's quite clear about saying, "I agree with you." She has a small lift of her shoulders, though, and they don't even relax the whole way when they drop. "I just wish," and then what Tayte's said about a different setting appears to apply to this too, for her quick smile's small too but it holds both relief and appreciation. "Let's do that. And I should... take what's left of this back to the group. Good luck, Tayte," though she doesn't specify with what. |
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