Logs:What Polite People Are (and Not)
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| RL Date: 3 October, 2014 |
| Who: Ashe, Edyis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Ashe is trying to study. Edyis interrupts her. It's a safe assumption that these two will not be friends. |
| Where: Records Room |
| When: Day 22, Month 12, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Lightning snow |
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| Records Room, High Reaches Weyr(#367RJs) Books. Scrolls. Bound hides. Maps. If it's a record pertaining to the Weyr, it's likely to be in this roughly oval room with its floor-to-ceiling cherrywood shelves, its multitude of slots for scrolls, and its wide drawers for materials that shouldn't be rolled up or folded. A scribe is usually on duty at the tall desk up front with its good view of the room, and is able to help visitors find what they're looking for via the big bound index on its rotating stand. Past the desk, several tables stand in neat rows for note-taking, each stocked with glowbaskets, scrap hide, paper and pencils. Additional lighting is provided by a many-armed wrought-iron light fixture, its glows gleaming through luxurious glass containers in fluted shapes instead of baskets. To one side of the room, a gap between two sets of shelves outlines where another set once stood, now replaced by a tapestry-covered aperture. Peeking behind the tapestry reveals another cavern, this one likewise full of shelves, but occupied by only a few boxes of older records and a somewhat musty air of disuse. As well, two narrow but solid doors are locked when the room is unattended and a discreet staircase provides direct access from the Weyrleaders' weyrs. Obvious exits: Weyr Entrance Council Chambers While her things occupy the entirety of one table, maps of the area, books on explosives, books on architecture related things, and a history of the Weyrleaders of High Reaches, Ashe sits at another table with a few select books stacked next to her elbow. But it's not the books that are retaining her attention, and more the chatter of the other apprentices not really immersed in daily study. Instead, the subject du jour is the state of the vintner craft. "So is he still Mastervintner or not?" one boy asks. To which a response comes from a baker apprentice, "Well, they voted him out, but haven't voted anyone else in..." And then a far more dubious, "I don't think they're allowed to do that." Ashe is the quiet one, silent as she takes each opinion in. Her finger runs idly, flipping through the pages of one of her texts, but not really paying attention to the words on the page. It's mid-afternoon and out of the blue, interrupting one boy's theories on what's really going on at Vintner Hall, "Do you think any of you will go to any gathers this winter?" The silence is followed by people making excuses, wandering off into their own little group to chat. Ashe looks at the suddenly empty table and shrugs, diffidence light on her oh whatever expression. There are a great many things Edyis can be patient with, and it's normal to expect a little bit of discussion in the records room from time to time, however chatter isn't something she usually tolerates for very long. Probably because it's craft politics being discussed she's allowed it to go on without the usual menacing shh that is typical of her kind. It's when the quiet one pipes up that dark eyes study the brunette more carefully. After shushing the huddle of apprentices she makes her way over studying the spread of materials. "Quite an interesting assortment of materials, are these all yours or can some of them be returned to the shelves?" After her crafting companions leave, Ashe settles into the empty table with her texts, ignoring the books behind her. But if anyone might sit there, or clear things, she's quick to pipe up with, "Those are mine. Please leave them," all without looking up from her books. So when Edyis interrupts her newfound quiet with her question, the starcrafter returns with a placid, "Those are mine. Please leave them." Except the former of Edyis's words sink in belatedly and she looks up, sharply pretty features turning curious. "It's part of my research. If it's a bother, I can move it to the workrooms across the bowl. I just didn't want to move them in this weather." By this weather, she must mean the lightning snow outside that rattles the mountain every so often. Long fingers pick up one of the texts on architecture and flip through the pages with the sort of reverence one would expect of a person who spent much of their days handling far more delicate materials. "A conspiracy theorist might surmise you were planning to plant an incendiary device somewhere." Edyis says, now looking up with a wry smile that colors the words with humor. "I don't mind people who use the records room for its intended purpose, as a place of study." Closing the book and setting it back down in its proper place exactly. Ashe considers Edyis in combination with what she says while she fingers the architecture texts. "Since you're not asking a question, I don't think it's necessary for me to answer anything. Were you asking a question? And should I worry that whether you mind or not should matter to me?" Polite, but suddenly less warm, the starcraft apprentice looks with a look of absolute patience at the other woman. The scribe does try to hide her amusement at the shift in demeanor. "It was simply an attempt at humor." She replies selecting another of the books and studying the pages carefully. "These are all in excellent shape and decent copy work too. It's always good to meet a person who knows how to care for books." She sets the book back down in the way she found it. With a smile, "Whether or not you worry is your own choice, I merely meant to pay you a complement. You aren't like the usual chatterboxes that come in here in the name of study. " The apprentice's hackles don't quite fall at Edyis' explanation. The slender teenager rises, with the three texts she was looking at, and moves back to her table with all her things, and starts putting them in even neater piles, stacks and stacks upon each other. "I'd say that's a sily judgment call to make after saying less than a handful of words to someone. Just because today I was tired of listening to what's happening at the vintner craft and would rather go dancing somewhere, doesn't mean I'm not a chatterbox who comes here in the name of study." Ashe smiles, her nose wrinkling. "If anyone at my Hall heard you say I was one of the quiet ones they'd just laugh and laugh." Less warily, with levity dancing in her voice, she also adds, "And, the irony that you're talking to me, distracting me from my brief moment of study to chatter, is not lost on either of us I hope. I'm Ashe." The dark eyed young woman laughs, "A point well made, and no the irony is not lost." Edyis is grinning now, "I still stand by my assessment however, and someone who takes good care of their materials is always welcome here. I'm Edyis, It's a pleasure to meet you Ashe." "Please don't take this the wrong way," Ashe starts, her books and belongings gathering in a much tighter circle around her, "I'd appreciate it if you didn't actually touch my belongings." The apology laced in the apprentice's tone lightens the firmness of it. "Well met. Do you usually police what people do in here?" The young woman checks her hip against the desk, a subtle barrier between Edyis and her things. "Ah, it would probably do well then for you to actually sit with your things from now on as a precaution, though I hope you aren't intending to claim the History of the Weyrleaders as your own." She's still smiling, and amused at the possessiveness of the apprentice. She doesn't move to study anymore of the texts however, seeming for the moment at least to respect Ashe's wishes. Ashe's brow arches again, this somehow being the final straw. "Usually, when you vocally claim something, people listen and people respect those boundaries, particularly when it comes to study materials. And as the book is checked out in my name, yes, I am counting it as mine. But if you'd like to remove my name and take it back, you are more than welcome to." The starcraft apprentice packs up some of her texts into the bag slung behind the chair. Bag, extra books, and scrolls of maps are picked up too. "To think I even thought a day like this would be worth studying on. Weyrfolk and their utter lack of boundaries." She's not even pretending to mutter under her breath as she exits without saying goodbye. Or maybe that's the goodbye. "And most people are polite enough not to take up two tables in a records room." It's not angry, but rather more amused as she watches the apprentice pack up, Gingerly reclaiming the copy that is left behind, unable to keep from smirking. Returning it to its place on the shelves, and marking as returned. "That was diverting." Ashe probably hasn't heard. Probably. The door to the records room is all but slammed as the apprentice exits. |
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