Logs:Somber
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| RL Date: 10 October, 2015 |
| Who: Farideh, Everett |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: For better for worse, Farideh gives Everett a candidate's knot. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 19, Month 13, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: R'hin/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, Yesia/Mentions |
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| In light of the recent tragedy, the Weyr at large is somber and the Snowasis full; snow or no snow falling outside. It's into this morose atmosphere that Farideh wanders, up from the bowl, to the patio, and into the interior of Snowasis, a coat draped around her shoulders precariously. She takes no time in bellying up to the bar, leaning forward with her hands on the countertop, to glance down it and ogle the bartenders. Clearly, she's looking for someone. Somber is not the environment in which Everett thrives. Everybody's a bit more restrained, but he's looking positively glum down there, pouring another order, collecting up what's owed. Attending to everything he's supposed to be doing, but no joy in it. In between, he sits back, fidgets, wipes off the bar too many times. No cards, today. "Weyrwoman." Ah, he seems to have noticed. "What can I get for you?" "Everett," the goldrider greets, getting his name correct, which just makes one wonder. "I hoped I would find you here. It's been-- going." Farideh eyes the rider next to her at the bar as she slides on the nearest stool; the better to see him. "I have something for you. I'm still questioning the wisdom of it, but it would seem-- others have much more faith in you than I do." Sort of a compliment, but not really. For just a second, for just the tiniest moment, his face brightens... so, safe bet Everett noticed that. It's schooled away soon after. "Things have been off, today. Last night--had high hopes for last night. Guess it could have been worse." He doesn't make the obvious and inappropriate joke about how. "But everybody's out of sorts, today." Did she ask how things were? No? Never mind. "Some people seem to think I'm pretty okay," he allows. "Enough. More than don't, most of the time. I'm not going to pretend to be perfect, of course. Sure I can't get you anything?" "I don't think you can expect anything spectacular after that. Did you know him? I doubt you knew him. He was-- one of High Reaches' former weyrleaders. Back when there was actual Thread." Farideh scratches the end of her nose indelicately and sighs, obviously not enthralled with the topic; even if she was the one who started it. "No, I'm fine. I came to give you this," she says, reaching in her coat pocket to fish out a clean, white candidate's knot. "And ask if you would Stand, though I imagine you already have the answer to that. Otherwise, we wouldn't be here and I wouldn't be--" Her eyebrows lift and fall, mouth quirking up at the corners. "I don't keep company with many Weyrleaders, current or past. No more than I do goldriders. Probably they mostly have better things to do than hang around here. As do the goldriders, of course." With no need for a glass, he sets about wiping down the bar again with a damp rag. "Sad, though." It's a very perfunctory thing, that. Not a lot of real feeling in it. The other subject is much more to Everett's taste, one might presume, but there's not a lot on his face. "Just think. Either I'll have to humiliate myself in front of an audience, twice... or give up a job I'm very fond of to give up both drink and proper company for months. I would think that would cheer you up a bit." "I met R'hin here in Snowasis when I came to the Weyr. I think you must think little of weyrleaders that we can't even drink, and relax, and have fun here." Farideh doesn't exactly make the tsking sound, but it's there in her voice all the same. She sets the knot on the bar counter, heedless of his wiping, and pushes it towards him. "Now that you mention it, I wouldn't mind being witness to either, though I imagine I know someone who might," is wry. "I hope you'll accept and not make this arduous. There's a very persistent person we both know who might be upset if you didn't." Everett's hand quickly moves to cover the knot, sweep it off the bar and into his pocket like it was so many marks. Not proudly putting it on just yet, but no hesitation about it. "I suppose I'm surprised. That it's you. But I have no intention of upsetting anyone, you see? Not even if it winds up with months where I can't so much as have a sip of something worth having." He raises a clean glass by way of indication and then wipes it down of his own fingerprints afterwards. "It pays to get a goldrider to owe you favors." Not that Farideh is going to explain to him how to get a goldrider to owe him favors, but she seems amused, and pleased, enough as she slips back off the stool she'd just gotten on. "You know where to find the barracks? By the resident quarters. You can find Jounine or one her assistants to get settled." She waves a hand in the air, taking a few steps towards the exit. "I'll be seeing you," she says, her lips finally settling into a smile. "Everett." It's a record-- but then she's walking, walking, gone. |
Comments
Jo (12:30, 11 October 2015 (PDT)) said...
That's right! Lesson number (whatever one we're on by now): Always look for opportunities to get a Weyrwoman into your debt! And congrats~
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