Logs:Personal Assistance
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| RL Date: 24 March, 2013 |
| Who: Azaylia, Hana |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Azaylia finally manages to catch Hana and see how she's adjusting to Weyrlife. Hana offers her services. Her many, many services. |
| Where: Inner Caverns, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 4, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Barnabas/Mentions, Devaki/Mentions, Issedi/Mentions |
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| Inner Caverns, High Reaches Weyr Within the labyrinth of interconnected chambers that make up the inner caverns, this large, long cavern serves both as a crossroads and a comfortable place for weyrfolk to sit, talk, and keep a nosy eye out for who's going where. Colorful, seasonal tapestries add warmth to the smooth walls and reduce echoes, while large niches house clusters of chairs, and a waist-high stone shelf along one wall provides a perch for drinks or work for residents on the go. Worn brass hooks often hold jackets or other outerwear with workboots stationed beneath, the transitory nature of the cavern lending itself to being treated as a sort of communal foyer where snowy or muddy gear can be kept outside of living quarters. Smaller, higher niches at regular intervals hold glowbaskets kept fresh during the daytime and allowed to dim somewhat at night. The largest tunnels lead to the main living cavern, to the bowl and to the Weyr entrance, but it's still easy for the uninitiated to get lost within this maze. Around lunch, the lower caverns are usually bustling with activity and today is no different. Through the coming and goings of weyrfolk, Azaylia and two others cut a distracted path from the kitchen. "No, no. I... of course I wrote it down. I should have it..." To one side of the weyrwoman is patient encouragement, the other haunted by a younger, visibly annoyed girl. The goldrider stops and begins to try and finger through the pile of hides and papers in her arms, "Ah." Once she finds what they need, the older of the workers takes the page and leaves with the exasperated youth trailing after. Azaylia gives a sigh of relief, back finding a bit of cavern wall as she reaches up to tuck wavy tendrils of hair out of her face. She doesn't look too disheveled in her nice blue dress, but her hair? The buns just aren't holding up to a whole day of worried hands accidentally freeing her locks bit by bit. And it's only midday. With her basket of mending - and perhaps a couple of other things tucked away, Hana's been passing her morning fixing shirts and pants, perhaps working on another scarf. However, the distracted path from the kitchen gains her attention. And once the two experienced patience, and exasperated youth leave? She gets to her feet and makes her way towards that patch of wall. "It looks like the day has started out busy - have you had anything to eat this afternoon?" she asks, even as she glances at the buns, before focusing on the leaning one. "Started out, will be..." Azaylia answers with eyes closed, a faint smile curling at the humorless truth of her words. Once they open, "Oh! Hana!" She pushes off of the wall, eyes widening some as a self conscious hand flies up and tries to tuck away all of those loose strands. "I'm... hello. Are you doing alright? Do you need anything? I'm so sorry I haven't had a chance to... What do you want to do?" Words may be light, but they're quick, spilling from her lips with obvious guilt and panic. "I haven't forgotten about you," Perhaps only on her busiest days. "Is the Weyr treating you well?" She finally silences herself with a bite to her lower lip. "Yes, no, don't worry about it," Hana rattles off with a slight smile, then shakes her head, "I think... a light snack that you can join me with?" The young woman doesn't glare after the two who have left - in the kitchens, and not even making sure Azaylia had nibbled on anything! "And everyone has treated me just fine. Now. Tea, and some meatrolls perhaps? And we can discuss what I can be doing to help you." Unsaid but not unthought is the rejoinder, 'Like I am supposed to be doing'. It takes Azaylia a moment to realize that despite her babbling, she still hasn't answered Hana's question. "I... I had breakfast." She thinks. "But a snack... yes, please." She takes a moment to shuffle the armful of papers, trying to get them as neat as possible. Over the load she carries, the weyrwoman gives Hana an apologetic, yet hopeful smile. "Help me? What... I thought you might like to choose a job in the lower caverns?" Merely a thought, certainly not against being corrected by the younger woman. She'll follow the hairdresser to wherever she may lead, hungry now that the subject of meatrolls have been brought up. Hana moves towards her chair, pointing Azaylia, "Well, I certainly can - and have as time permits; mending shirts and fixing hems and the like. And if I bring this over..." she drags over a stool, "For your papers, and then some meatrolls, some tea, and.." She stops and looks over at Zay, "Some pastries, I think. I will be right back, so don't even think about sneaking away, my lady," she adds on a rather lighter note, a hint of teasing appearing - though she'll totally hunt the other woman down if she disappears between and betwix Hana's departure and return. Azaylia is all too happy to sit, dumping her work onto the stool and making a few more attempts to straighten it all up. "Please, don't go through any trouble..." Though Hana seems determined, so much so that the weyrwoman stays right where she is. Upon her return, "Do you like doing that sort of thing? Or are you just trying to keep busy?" The woman seems guilty enough that a more ambitious sort could see a prime opportunity to gain a favor or two. She sits with her hands folded in her lap, leaning forward as if to insist that Hana, and only she, has the goldrider's full attention. Hana doesn't immediately answer - instead, Azaylia's presented a plate half filled with rolls, the other half with bread-things, and two mugs of tea are placed on a nearby table. Once she has a second chair over, and is seated with her own (smaller) plate of nibbles, she looks up. "I actually did most of the embroidery on the dresses and occasional shirt. So I am quite good at mending, thankfully - and it is something that is needed." There is a pause, then Hana adds, "Try those out, and let me know if you like them." She even takes a pointed nibble off one of her own, before tilting her head, "I do like to keep busy, though, yes. Have you given any thought on how I might do so helping you?" It may be that Hana is not yet aware of certain infamous appetites. She will be, now. Azaylia has already reduced a meatroll by half the second that plate touches down, and though she takes her meal quickly, there are manners involved. "Oh? So you're good at it." It's as much a compliment as she can give, without seeing the results herself. The tea is left to cool for now, meatroll disappearing completely before she plucks up one of the offered pastries. "I'm still... not sure how you mean. Weyrwomen don't really have ladies in waiting? I mean..." After a generous bite and a nod that it is very good, "How do you think you could help me?" So the answer is, no. No she hasn't given it much thought. She's curious, though. "Well, for instance I could make sure your clothes are ready for you in the morning, help with the hair - and trust me, having someone else do it /does/ make it go faster," Hana confides, a grin appearing as memory surfaces. "On days you know you will be knee deep in paper and records, I can make sure you have a meal delivered, and a fresh pot of tea or klah available. If you have meetings, I can also keep an eye on the time, to give you warning. There's also taking care of mending for any old outfits, and making sure they are ready to be worn again." The more duties Hana suggests for herself, the wider Azaylia's eyes become. Her chewing slows to a complete stop, simply staring at the woman and all that she seems willing to do for her. With an audible swallow, she makes sure not to speak with her mouth full, "Hana..." In some awe, but with a little bit of horror. "I don't expect you to be my servant. I... didn't do anything that deserves all that." It might be a mistake to think that Hana's motivations are born simply of gratitude and little else, but it's clearly what the weyrwoman thinks. Hana chuckles quietly, "It's not a matter of being a servant, Azaylia," she finally says - and dropping the lady bit. "To some degree, that is what I would do for Lady Issedi, except she did not seem to have as many responsibilities that needed her direct input. And you don't have to take me up on all of it if you don't want, but I /would/ feel better if you would let me do something to help you out, day to day." There is a pause, then she asks, "Did the tea come out correctly?" At the mention of tea, Azaylia is all too quick to pick it up and blow. She doesn't sip just yet, "I... I've just always done things for myself. At home. At the 'Hall. Here." Which may explain her less than weyrwomanly attire from time to time. "I just... if you're sure these are things you would be happy doing?" A careful sip that turns into a deeper drink, "And the tea is lovely, thank you." Uncertainty can't stave her ravenous hunger, quickly doing away with the half a pastry she's forgotten during all of this. Hana keeps an eye on the plate, satisfaction appearing as the food starts to disappear, along with some of the tea. "I wouldn't have offered otherwise," she offers mostly truthfully, before taking another bite of her 'roll. "And while that no doubt worked well, back at hold and hall, it seems that there are so many more things to keep an eye on here. It is nothing against you if having some help allows you to focus on your duties better. Ah, speaking of which," here the smile goes rueful again, "How /do/ your duties go, usually?" An important thing to know when it comes to ordering details like meals and outfits, all hidden behind a mug of tea to sip from. Azaylia considers the offer, all of them, while enjoying the spread Hana has placed in front of her. When her mug is half-drained, she finally looks up, "I don't have that many clothes." Old habits from a family who could only spare enough for one nice dress. "B-but maybe you could help with that? Uhm." The weyrwoman does her best to remember all that Hana has suggested. It seems she's inclined to believe the hairdresser, "Well. Alright. I... could use help with my hair? And... it would be helpful if I had someone watching the time for me, when it comes to meals. And the mending..." Despite her fear of overworking Hana, even now she has a hard time saying no. "I don't know exactly what a job like that would be called but if you want it..?" A peek towards the other woman's face, making absolute sure that it's what she wants. Hana frees one hand from her mug, and waves it. "Names aren't important. And don't worry - I promise I won't be hovering over you every minute of the day." There is a nod towards that plate, "Just enough to make sure you have what to you need to do what you must. And I would /love/ to help you with your clothes." And dress. Must not forget dress. There is a pause, then she adds, "And I promise, not everything will be pink, unless you want it to be?" Distracted is Azaylia, so much so that she adds a bit too late, "Oh. Uhm. Usually my duties involve a lot of paperwork." A pointed glance to the stool, "Meetings with leadership. Checking the inventory, though B-Aishani is usually really good at that." For whatever reason. "Really, it depends on the day." Like today, she had to see to something involving the menu. Hana's interest in her wardrobe has her smiling a bit easier, "I've been wanting to add a few spring dresses for when it gets warmer. I just haven't had the time. If I gave you some marks..?" She seems to be warming up to the idea. At the mention of pink, "Not really. Hraedhyth says I look best in blues, white, black and... gold." Naturally. Hana nods slightly, then pauses. Taking a careful sip of her tea, she looks over the rim at Azaylia, before lowering it. "Speaking of Aishani; I have offered some small service if my talents are needed - that is, however, dependent on my availability." Unsaid, of course, is that if she's too busy helping one weyrwoman, it would be quite difficult to help another. "... Hm, those will be good colors to play with. I'll have to see what you already have, but I'm sure I can manage a few spring dresses for you. I imagine, as a dragonrider, that you are in trousers occasionally? Or is your current outfit the preferred set?" There is no disdain for it, mere curiosity, though she is definitely considering that hue. A hand that reaches for her plate stops at the Acting Weyrwoman's name, fingers twitching, before Azaylia commits to another meatroll. "I... wouldn't want you to take on too much work." Her eyes dart to the side, perhaps guiltily, "Maybe see how you handle helping me, and if you have enough time..?" It doesn't seem like she'll purposefully hog Hana all to herself. After a bite, "I have pants for my riding leathers, and when I have to do dirty work. Usually I just like short dresses and leggings." It's an easy answer, so at least the woman knows what she likes. "I think for the spring dresses I'd like them longer so I don't have to wear anything underneath." Well, other than unders. "White or baby blue or-- well, you're the one who helped Issedi look so lovely. I'll leave it to you." She says with a nervous laugh, quieting herself with a long sip of tea. Hana hms lightly, and nods, "I did specify it would depend of your needs, of course," what with stealing her away from Issedi and all. And now that the important information is passed on, Hana just sits up, and nods, "Short dresses, leggings, longer spring dresses and perhaps a long tunic or two for those trousers." She thinks it over for a moment, then nods, "I can certainly handle that, and it will be fun - I do not, after all, bite. I should, however, go poking in the stores to see what I have to work wit.. Oh! And of course, at some point we should kidnap Lady Issedi and have the two of you go to the Weaver Hall like planned. Well, when things allow it." Because, of course, that might not be in the works at the moment. "I don't know if... Issedi is exactly happy with me right now. I'll ask Devaki about it, soon." Azaylia trails, ever so uncomfortably. A thoughtful nibble turns into one of her usual chomps, "I have tunics." It's not enough to dissuade someone so motivated, surely. "If you don't like what's in the stores, I could request some catalogs from Weaver Hall? And there's the Craft Complex." With handy dandy journeyfolk! "I really do appreciate you wanting to do all of this, Hana. Feel free to change your mind at any time." Her appreciation is shown in that empty mug and the quickly clearing plate. This is why Azaylia shouldn't miss meals. Hana eyes the empty plate, and considers switching the empty with the half-empty - the consideration clear enough most anyone can read it. In the end, however, she just shakes her head and smiles. "Maybe after a couple of sevens. Give time for this to cool down, and see how the .. weyrling training? goes. I'm certain the weavers in the complex will be more than adequate, and it'll give me something to embroider. But /I/ appreciate you allowing me this chance, Azaylia - and even taking time out of your day to go over it with me. Now... are you off somewhere specific for the afternoon, or is it more running about?" She does, after all, have to arrange meals and sneak into closets. At least by the time Azaylia finishes the last of her pastry, it's much slower than when she began. Hana's consideration is watched, waiting to decline should the woman make an attempt to switch their plates. When she doesn't, the goldrider relaxes. "I'm just sorry it took me this long, Hana. But you're very welcome." She still isn't quite sure just what she's done worthy of thanks, but manners dictate she respond appropriately. "I was just going to go back to my Weyr? You can join me, if you like. I was going to do some work at my desk." It will give Hana ample time to rummage through her scarce wardrobe. Hana tilts her head, then nods. "I will do so -- but first, I believe I have some shirts to finish mending, as I agreed to this morning." There's a bit of a crooked grin at the mention, but also the clear intent to finish the job she started. "I'll bring some more finger foods when I come by, though - something that will keep if you don't want to nibble when I get there. Agreeable, ma'am?" "Oh! Yes, I'm sorry. Please don't... I should have realized." What with Hana's basket o' mending and all. Azaylia's smile is touched with a bit of embarrassment, though she seems happy with the arrangements they've made. "If you're going to bring food, I... well, Bones sometimes eats with me." He is her roommate, after all. "So... you've been warned. But yes, that sounds very nice." She reaches for her papers, gathering them all up before standing. "Thank you, Hana. That was just what I needed. Happy mending." A beat, "And please, call me Azaylia?" Hana laughs, "Bones? I'll bring the snacks and a full meal then, as well a couple of jugs of tea." Because, of course, she's met him. He wasn't eating at the time, but still. "Yes, ma'am!" is then the teasing response before shooing one of the top ranking people in the Weyr away. "And don't apologize - I would have tried to corner in the baths soon, if you hadn't found me." Azaylia looks moments away from arguing that 'ma'am' until she catches on to the tease and gives an airy laugh. "Oh, fine. And it's a good thing you didn't try... I, uhm, have a bath in my weyr." She admits perhaps a bit guiltily about such convenience. "Have a good day, Hana." At least the weyrwoman doesn't look as frazzled as she did before their snack, long strides leading her out of the lower caverns. |
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Hana (Hana (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 25 Mar 2013 02:47:40 GMT.
< The best hunters make the prey come hunting them. Muhahahaha.
Now. Where is that dress.....
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