Logs:Reunions
| |
|---|
| |
| RL Date: 3 February, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Farideh |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Two friends catch up after a long time a part and discuss girly things. |
| Where: Snowasis, HIgh Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 7, Month 11, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Wulfan/Mentions, Cron/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions, Devaki/Mentions, Joremy/Mentions, Tevrane/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: As usual feel free to correct anything. Or add change adjust anything I might have missed. |
  |
>---< Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr(#634RJ) >------------------------<
Partly sheltered by the curving stone overhang, partly exposed to the
weather, the wide stone patio serves as a balcony for socializing or just
plain drinking on a sizable scale. The repurposed ledge might once have
let two large dragons land, but now there's too much furniture for that:
two rustic tables with attendant chairs, plus a couple more in
particularly good weather, and a wrought iron bench situated to make the
most of the view of the western bowl and the lake beyond.
Other changes include rough little niches carved out of the stone walls to
hold glows in colored bottles at night, the climbing plant that's being
trained to grow up along the overhang, and the blue ceramic pots of
flowers that dot the edge of the ledge as a colorful reminder not to fall
off.
An archway leads to the Snowasis itself, housed in the ledge's former
weyr, while a few wide steps descend along the wall to the bowl.
A lovely, cloudless sky offers warm sunshine during the day, though the
weather turns distinctly chilly after dark.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Edyis F 19 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 1s
Farideh F 18 5'5 Skinny, Brown hair, Hazel eyes 0s
----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------
Snowasis Bowl
>-------------------------------------< 7D 11M 36T I10, autumn afternoon >---< Its fairly warm for autumn, the warm sunlight making the Garden Patio a pretty spot to have lunch, and highlighting the colors in the carefully tended planters. The note that the former scribe sent was perhaps overly apologetic, but also promised a good meal and good drinks to her laundress friend. Sitting at an empty table with a mug of spiced cider and something that looks suspiciously like cooked meat roll filling sans the actual role. Minutes late - not an unknown quality for the laundress - sees Farideh arriving carrying a folded patchwork blanket and a hand-sized box wrapped in a blue ribbon. Her smile is genuine as she mounts the steps and spies her friend. "I was ready to scold you for keeping me in suspense for so long, but I have seen you and I cannot contain my happiness." She leans down to give the other brunette a gentle hug, and then promptly seats herself in the spare chair, setting both her packages down in her lap. "You must tell me everything at once, or else I will perish of excitement." It's Farideh's cheery greeting that has Edyis grinning, though her expression softens a little at mention of suspense. She pokes at the filling with a utensil, "I missed you too, and I am sorry we haven't caught up sooner. There's been a lot on my mind with getting Gretvyn's affairs in order, and deciding what to do next is... Not an easy thing." She admits with a scrunch of her nose. "Though I think you have more interesting things to gush about. She teases with a smile that sings of lighthearted mischief." Farideh's own expression becomes less effusive, more pensive as she leans forward and speaks sincerely to Edyis. "You are very brave. I don't know what I would do if I had been in your shoes. For what it's worth, you don't have to be strong around me. I am happy to be your shoulder to cry on, if you need it, and then we will clean you up and have a twirl," she promises, regaining her smile as she settles her hands atop her bundle. "Nothing out of the ordinary. You already know about Nabol," and her smile slips into a frown, "and doubtless you've heard of Igen's troubles, but nothing new to report for the Reaches, unless you consider that night A'mik ran through the bowl naked. They said it was on a bet." She rolls her eyes at the end, conveying her disbelief. There's a grateful smile for Farideh's response. "I - I appreciate that Farideh, more than you know." Her nose scrunches at mention of Nabol, and she shakes her head. "Unfortunately yes, people seem to think the Nabolese are easy pickings these days..." As for Igen, she nods. "Can't say I was surprised to hear about Lord Wulfan, but I don't know what that change means for your family. And I'm amazed it was only A'mik, usually that sort of drunken behavior is a herd mentality type of thing." Smirking with the last. "Don't you think it's over? Now that they've caught the thieves?" A wrinkle forms between her eyebrows, leaving no room for interpretation as to why her mouth has kept its downward bend. She is the picture of a befuddled young woman, shaking her head slightly from side to side. "Igen? You aren't surprised? Why would you say that? I had no idea. I thought Lord Wulfan was-- and Joremy-- but I suppose I never did pay that much attention to the politics." Farideh sighs and stares down at the plate of pastry-less meat. "It's been calm, aside from the Nabol fiasco. One running through the bowl naked was news." "It's Nabol, things are never really over, they just get quiet for a bit." The former scribe points out with bitterness. "Take the wheat shortage, for example, I can usually bribe the baker to make an extra batch of meat rolls. Instead, they told me to wait until dinner, or I could eat this." Which she does eat, grumpily. "Wulfan lost control of his people; the illness was all it took for them to turn against him. All it takes is someone with enough ambition and the right opportunity and holds change hands in the blink of an eye." The last accompanied by a particularly vicious stab and chomp of a chunk of roast herdbeast meat. "Nabol." Fingers tangle in a curl near her face, twirling it tight and letting it loosen, in absent gesture whilst she ponders that particular topic, her eyes distant. "I never noticed Nabol much, before, coming here. I've learned so much," Farideh says, wrinkling her nose; further thoughts are suspended when a waitress comes to ask any further drink orders. "I'd love warm cider and a glass of water. Edyis, anything?" and when the scribe has put in her two cents, the waitress hurries off into the Snowasis. "Is it that bad?" she asks in a small voice, almost sheepish. "I think the leprosy happened at an unfortunate time-- and Joremy, do you think, if he was Lord, things would have ended up this way anyway?" "Another cider please." She requests, and after the woman departs she shrugs. "You can't plan for those sorts of things occurring, but it doesn't mean that there aren't people just waiting for an opportunity to turn it to their advantage. Take my family's hold for an example. Cron has his flaws, but with the timing of this, he could lose the hold completely, if the right cards are played." Wrinkling her nose as she mulls that thought over. "There's Reaches hold too, no one expected a bunch of exiles to turn up and start claiming their birthrights. You never know what's going to happen but it's usually safe to assume someone will make a power grab, even if it isn't you." "I never figured Joremy for the type," Farideh specifies, lapsing into silence and pursing her lips until the waitress returns with their drinks. "Do you think that will happen? What will you do?" She watches the other girl's face while she takes a long sip from her water, and then, lifts her mug of cider to give it a delicate sniff. "I can't imagine anyone running Big Bay but my uncle or my father. One of my long lost cousins is supposed to be Holder in the end. I think he's about twelve, now. They have him fostered to somewhere around Ruatha." Her thin shoulders lift in a disenchanted shrug. "Have you met Lord Devaki?" she asks, in the end, with a spark of interest. She smiles at mention of Big bay, in understanding. The question however, has Edyis frowning. "Esvay needs someone with her interests at heart, R'hin has suggested I take the matter to Lady Tevrane personally, but if I take that path... There is a remote possibility that I would have to take over the hold." Setting down her glass of cider. "Without Gretvyn there, or my siblings... I don't think I want to. Even though it would be the right thing. R'hin seems to think it's possible. Enough to try taking action through that channel." She lifts her shoulders. "I haven't, but I would like to some day, he seems a very interesting person who managed to accomplish quite a bit in his time on the mainland." "There's no one else to take over Esvay? I think she is within her right, if Cron has tarnished your family's reputation, to give the Hold to a more viable Holder. If you don't want it, then perhaps someone else, dutiful enough, does?" Farideh's slim brows lift in vague question, her lips puckering to blow the steam coming off the top of her cider. "You're taking R'hin's opinion of the matter? He's a dragonrider, even if he was once a Weyrleader. No, I think, you should do what it is that you dream of doing, and let what happens happen. Lady Tevrane would certainly have to take thought of you, given she doesn't have an issue with women running things," to which a tiny smile evolves, "but-- if you don't want--" Another disconnected shrug moves her shoulders, followed by a sigh once she's taking a daintily sip of her drink. "I would fight tooth and nail for home, but Igen has, classically, been a place where men rule." "One of my brothers could, but most of them have their own lives, and are pursuing advancement through their crafts." She smirks, a little. Glancing over, "Of course, I take his opinion on the matter seriously. I don't hang around him because I want to share his bed, he knows things. Didn't get the nickname of Kingmaker for nothing." She states lifting a brow at her friend. "I don't - I don't know what I want anymore, and that's the problem. More than that... Esvay - I stopped thinking of it as home a few turns ago. Would I be happy there? Marry and grow old, telling my grandchildren the stories of when I used to live among Dragonriders? It just seems so small now you know?" "They have no interest in the Hold? Even if it were to be on the verge of given to someone else?" Farideh's having a hard time understanding that. "If I were a man--" but she isn't. "What does a dragonrider know about Holds, Edyis? Other than taking tithes and candidates from them. They aren't sages or even advisors, and from what I can understand, Weyr politics are very different from Hold politics. They get their titles by sleeping with someone," and she's shaking her head in disapproval, showing more of her Holdbred sentiments. "Do you think you won't have grandchildren to tell now?" She watches her friend over the rim of her mug, taking liberal draughts of her cider. "I wouldn't say it's that they have no interest, but it largely depends on what Lady Tevrane decides, I could just leave it alone." Her brows furrow as she considers Farideh's sentiments. "It isn't that I don't agree with you, but you said yourself you would fight tooth and nail for home." She points out. As for children, the scribe snorts, "I would have to find someone here who would want that, and who fit my impossibly high standards, and who wasn't impossibly stretched between 50 other children." Her expression turning wry, "And that's after I get over the thought of being pawed over and climbed upon like some broodmare. Untill then any man who tries will be very sorry." Forget everything else. Forget the politics and the marriages and the family disloyalties. "Edyis," Farideh leans forward, whispering urgently, "you've never had sex?" This is the most important thing they've talked about all day, if the laundress' reaction is any indication - her eyes wide, expression concerned. "I thought you knew?" the sudden intensity in her friend has the former scribe on the defensive. "I mean almost once, during the gold flight at Monaco, but other than that. No. I mean it's the leading cause of pregnancy after all." She murmurs sullenly around her mug. "Why is everyone always so surprised by that? The laundress is quiet immediately after Edyis finishes speaking, though her eyes are searching in an investigative way. She breaks her silence with a slowly, softly spoken: "It is not unpleasant, you know, and with the right partner, it can be enjoyable. No one has to paw you-- like that." Like untutored holders would in a marriage bed, Farideh presumably means. Incredulous, those dark eyes focus on the laundress, those eyebrows knitting together. "I don't know that I believe you, and besides it's a Weyr, everybody sleeps with everybody. Who knows what I might catch." She hedges, possibly because the entire prospect is simply an uncomfortable idea. "Even with between it is something to be treated responsibly. I would hate to become pregnant with some idiot's child." The last muttered with irritation. "We aren't men, after all." "You won't catch anything. It's not like a cold." A skyward rolling of eyes follows her words, and a chagrin smile after that. "No, we aren't, but--" Farideh's lips come together and she stares at the other woman contemplatively. "Should we go see a healer? We could have them explain to us how that works, and what your options are," she says, carefully, though not unkindly, tapping her chin with a fingernail. More nose wrinkling on Edyis' part. "I suppose we could, though I'm not sure it would help the way I feel about it. It's just one of those things that seems easier to avoid. Besides I wouldn't know who I'd want to even try something like that with." She admits cautiously fingernails tapping her glass. "Do you really have to have... that... to be happy though? Is it so wonderful or mysterious?" Asking because Farideh seems to know about things, at least more than what the former scribe does. "Why wouldn't it help? They can explain how not to get pregnant, and other things," but Farideh isn't going to illuminate her friend on what those other things are just now. "I wouldn't want to live without sex. Some guys are good at it but some are really bad, so you kind of have to test it out. You could try seducing R'hin again," she suggests cheekily, not hiding her smile. "Or, wait until there's a goldflight, and let whatever-- happen. Disappointed riders need some loving too, Edyis." And by the end, she's struggling to hold back the giggles. "R'hin has plenty of women throwing themselves at him, and I don't think I'd still respect him in the morning." She manages with a straight face, though the way her lips curl suggests a kind of wicked amusement in the situation. "Besides I was only proving a point the first time." Her weight shifts in the seat, at mention of goldflights. "Who on earth would you suggest?" "Does he? I hadn't noticed that. I wonder who thinks scruffy and old is cute," Farideh ruminates aloud, her eyes wandering past Edyis to the entrance to the Snowasis, and then back again. "I don't know, Edyis. What do you like? Do you like the dark and mysterious type, with a bunch of muscles," flexing her own skinny arm for show, "or do you like the pretty boy with the long eyelashes," fluttering hers, "or the skinny, smart type who always has his nose in a book?" Smiling from ear to ear, she awaits the answer. "You know he isn't all that scruffy, nor old by rider standards." This from the girl who frequently teases the man by calling him some variation on grandpa. "I like..." She drags the last as though still thinking about it. "I don't know." Edyis determines finally, "People are so complex, with so many facets and colors to their personalities... How do you even begin to define a type? What do you like Farideh?" They'll have to disagree about R'hin, given Farideh's disbelieving expression, but she plunks her elbow on the table's top and her dainty chin atop her balled fist. "What does that have to do with anything? You're not going to bed with their personality, unless you're going to be having sex in the dark all the time." She blows out a frustrated breath, but after a "hm" sound and a skyward glance, "Blonde. Fit. Tall. Light eyes. Pretty smile. Nice hands. But, if he's handsome enough, and none of those things, why not?" "Maybe I don't want to develop the habit of bedding their looks and regretting it?" Edyis protests, sticking her tongue out childishly in return. Both hands cupping her chin now she listens, and considers. "We are in a weyr, fit isn't hard to come by. I lighter eyes are attractive I suppose, but then so are darker ones. Seems like the girls here do better, I wouldn't mind maybe a guy with Amber or green eyes." She supposes. "Why would you regret it? I already told you it feels nice, and it can be fun. Do you normally regret things that you do for fun?" Just shy of exasperated, Farideh takes a small package off her lap and slides it across the table. Inside, she'll find a simple leather band with a singular, fragile blue-green opal in the middle. "I got you that as a welcome back gift. I hope you like it. Maybe it'll remind you of someone's pale eyes," she says, fluttering her eyelashes again, a little at her friend's expense; she is smiling in the end. "Usually." Sticking her tongue out in playful exasperation. The package unexpected as it is earns the girl's complete attention as long delicate fingers free the necklace. "Farideh, it's beautiful." Without even so much as a sneer for the joke at her expense. A timid hug given before she is trying the item on. "Thank you." Still marveling over the trinket. "You've been gone far too long. Don't," Farideh specifies, with mock solemnity, "ever leave again." It's all smiles and eagerly shared gossip after that, of shock tidbits from the rumor mill and exciting news from farther afield. |
Leave A Comment