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10/23/2001
Logfile from Elehu
MOO Time: 2001-10-23 22:11:47
Living Caverns (#392)
The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes
of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through
with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the
foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of
the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and
the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a
few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north
and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks,
while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the
bowl.
Scattered about in various perches and niches are forty-five firelizards.
You see OOC NOTICE (look sign) and White Clay Egg Pot here.
Tatia is here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl -- Kitchens -- Inner Caverns -- Crafting Area
Tatia (#18423)
Deep green is lit with a fire that smolders in the depths of Tatia's eyes, flaring
now and then into flames. The intesity of her gaze is eased by the faint fleck
of gold that mars the iris of her right eye, catching the light at odd moments.
Further paradoxes twine themselves through the 'rider's appearance as a pale
complexion smooths over a heart-shaped face, offering a stark contrast to the
deep, nearly auburn red of hair that hangs straight and smooth to a spot just
above the small of her back. On good days, that is. On bad, it flies in unmanageable
tangles, and the 'rider has taken to forcing it into a thick plait in the effort
to keep it under control. Both her nose and lips tend to be a little on the
thin side - she'd call them 'delicate' - but she manages to hide this fact most
of the time with either a bright smile or a withering glare. Her stature forces
her to look up to most, refusing to give her the height she might want at times,
but her frame is smoothly muscled, testimony to the constant activity life with
Vespurath demands. Her movements have begun to hold a hint of the unconscious
grace of someone who's nearly always moving.
Leather creeps and twines up Tatia's legs, flowing around to coat them in black
that's been oiled until it gleams. The liquid fabric clings so closely that
it's easy to wonder how exactly she got into those things.. and the smooth fit
draws attention to every swing of the hips and sway in her step. Who needs short
to show off her legs when /this/ outfit clings tenaciously to every curve? Pants
may seem fit for 'Reaches cold weather, but the shirt that accompanies it is
anything but. Startling red fits snugly, cut high to bare skin and inch above
her bellybutton with any motion, while the pants slide low on her hips. Tiny
straps hold the shirt up, and the neckline plunges to an impossibly low 'v'.
Her hair hangs wild around her face, snapping with every movement. She's SassyGreen.
and she's looking Scary tonight!
Cords dance together, one blue, one black, twining in a single loop as each
stuggles for dominance. The opposing colors are threaded together with one of
deepest, sage-splattered green, a ribbon that proclaims proudly that Tatia is
a 'Reaches greenrider.
She is awake and looks alert.
Tatia is 21 Turns, 7 months, and 21 days old.
Elehu (#19619)
Elehu has grown into womanhood with quite a bit of success. She has curves in
most of the right places, though her body is still a bit on the thin side and
heartily built, a stubbornness of physicality to match the resolute bedrock
of her character. Her skin glows faintly of golden bronze, the visage of a wanderer.
Her rich brown, shoulder-length hair contains streaks of reddish gold, bleached
by the sun, that seem to make her hazel-brown eyes shine with an inner fire.
Her hands are small, but her fingers are slender and nimble, well built for
her walk of life.
Snug leather pants cover Elehu's legs, neatly tucked into sturdy black boots,
but the doe-brown material isn't quite so tight that it can't be rolled up from
time to time. A belt of silver-touched onyx encircles her waist, and a slender
dagger, about six inches in length, hangs at her right hip, with an odd sort
of wherhide pouch at the left. Her loose blouse of rich emerald has been carefully
and precisely tucked in, the roomy sleeves falling only a few inches past her
shoulders. This combined with the small jewel like buttons down the front affords
the Healer with quite a bit of freedom in movement.
A soft cord of the deepest purple winds itself around a similar cord of bright
white in a single loop. Small strands of icy blue and shadowy black are intertwined
intricately, a long tail of all four colors hanging from the knot, signifying
that Elehu is a Healer Journeyman posted at High Reaches Weyr.
She is awake and looks alert.
Elehu is 21 Turns, 2 months, and 13 days old.
Tatia has evidently been settled for quite awhile at her table, decently away from the hearth now that the weather's warming. A half-empty bowl of scraps sits near one elbow, and the rather bloated reason for those scraps is sitting rather serenely in her lap, crooning as his 'ridges are obediently scratched.
Elehu wanders in slowly, feet dragging just a little as she makes her way towards the food tables. She pauses near Tatia however to give the green rider a warm smile and a nod. "Good afternoon, Tatia. Having a good day I hope?" She leans against one of the empty chairs nearby and just waits. Or maybe she actually needs the support.
Tatia glances up in faint surprise, though she actually offers a dry smile. "Not bad, I suppose," she replies, shifting the wieght of the lethargic blue on her lap. "You?" She studies the Healer, brows lifting as she notes the support of the chair. "Sit?" she offers - in as few words as possible, of course.
Elehu doesn't take much convincing as she settles in the chair, leaning her head back with a relieved smile. "Oh, just keeping myself busy and all that," she replies after a moment. "So has your wing snagged any of the newest riders? I haven't heard much about... um. Tsunami, right?"
Tatia nods shortly, the movement snapping back up with her customary abruptness. "Not that I know of," the greenrider replies before offering a muted shrug that's meant to keep the blue on her lap sated and happy. "But then, I haven't really been paying attention." Her rather bored expression indicates exactly how enthralled she's been with the topic of weyrlings... but at least she's not avoiding them anymore?
Elehu laughs softly, head nodding once or twice. "Well, it either words or it doesn't, right?" she asks, ignoring the fact that when it doesn't work you risk Thread scores or worse. "And how is Vespurath doing?" She finally bothers herself enough to lean over to the table and pour herself a cup of what turns out to be klah, not that she'd been terribly concerned about it.
Tatia eyes Elehu for a moment before nodding. "Something like that," she agrees before nodding shortly. "Oh, well enough, I suppose. She's.. out there. Doing something." A hand is lifted and waved in the general direction of the bowl, indicating that Tatia does, at least, know that her lifemate's outside. The rest is rather fuzzy in Tat's mind.
"Good to know," Elehu replies lightly, grinning a little at Tatia though she doesn't elaborate on whether it's good Vesp is flying well or that she's still outside. "So. Tell me, how does it feel now that you've been a rider for four some Turns? Lived a little, learned a little, or do you still feel too young sometimes?" Totally random questions really. Blame it on the tired mind of a mindhealer.
Tatia laughs suddenly, amusement etching itself across her face before it's lost in her usual cynical smile. "Ah, now... there's a topic for light conversation, hmm?" she replies with another lift of her eyebrows before she shakes her head, fingers curling as they pause in their scritches. A rather fierce hiss reminds her of her task, and Tatia scowls at the blue in her lap before speaking again. "A bit of both, I suppose. I'll tell you one thing, Gar certainly feels strange to visit - and the weyr feels as close to home as anything since Telgar. But riding?" She shakes her head. "No... there are still many parts of that I'm not used to, yet. Seems strange to see weyrling classes graduating. Some of them older than me, even. Some of 'em entirely too young."
MOO Time: 2001-10-23 22:46:24
Elehu gives a quick laugh, darkly hazel eyes brightening for the first time since entering. "That they were. But now they're all younger than you in a way. That could be a little comforting in a way, right?" she asks, grinning a bit. "And that's right, I'd forgotten... you were from the Hold right?" the healer asks idly before taking a slow sip from her cup. "Shells, I haven't been out there in ages. I really should..." She ponders this for a moment or two, then gives a tiny shrug. "I do know how it feels to go back to places you once lived and feel a bit out of place." With another quirk of a grin, Ele sits back in her chair, ankles crossing. "It's still fun to visit."
Tatia's short laugh makes another appearance even as she shakes her head. "I suppose so," she replies doubtfully before nodding, faint smile curving her lips upward. "Oh, aye. And Gid and you are from the weyr." See? She does remember some things others tell her. She tilts her head, offering another shrug. "Sometimes. Other times it's entirely too strange... half the people I left there are gone, now, and the other half are strangers, it seems."
Elehu nods slowly as the look on her face dims a couple degrees. "Yes... people do seem to change over time," she replies quietly before forcing a quick smile. "And then others never change. Take Oren or N'sync, for example," she teases.
Tatia laughs in earnest now, and the sound sends another hiss rising from the blue on her lap. "Oh, shush," she directs to that lump before grinning at Elehu. "Well, at least they provide some bit of stability to our life, hmm? And they're always around when you have the undeniable urge to slap someone, hmm?" For Tat, at least.
Elehu laughs as well and nods quickly. "Aye, if that's what you're looking for," she replies in a bemused voice. "I've heard a baker girl or giggle drudge go on about their other virtues though." And yes, she's on dangerous ground there. "But then silly baker girls and young giggly drudges are easy to impress, don't you think?"
Tatia's expression is rather dubious as she eyes Elehu, then sneaks a swift look in the direction of the kitchens - where those giggling baker girls and drudges are hiding, no doubt. "Evidently," she finally replies, tone just as dubious. "I'm not sure I'll ever understand their attraction."
Elehu gives a tiny shrug and smirks into her cup for a moment. "Who's to explain one person's attraction to another?" she comments lightly, eyes much less amused than her voice. "Maybe it's random, or maybe there are people out there who just fit well even though they clash with everyone else." She shrugs yet again and sets down her cup. "I'm certainly not able to explain it."
The Healer is eyed for a long moment before Tatia finally nods shortly. This time, when the blue in her lap stirs with a threatening screech, he's shooed unceremoniously from her lap with a sharp glare to go fluttering toward the rafters, still screeching until he settles in. "Ah, well... I suppose we just have to take it as it goes?" she finally questions, sighing softly as she glances back toward Elehu. "Because, I'll be honest with you... if there are people attracted to those bits of wherry dung, I'm scared to think of the possibilities. Or at least, of trying to understand them."
With another laugh, Elehu nods slowly, leaning forward to lean on the table a bit. "So very true. I don't even want to think about /thinking/ about the possibilities," she adds, winking quickly. "But yes... taking it a day at a time can be a very good way to cope with things. We can't always plan our lives after all... might get dull for one thing."
Tatia snorts, wiping her hands briskly together as she shakes her head. "Might be nice," she corrects firmly. "Think of all the horrid things we could avoid, hmm?" Surprises are, evidently, overrated in this greenrider's mind.
"Yes, indeed," Elehu replies quietly, giving Tatia a quick smile. "Sometimes though, it's those 'horrid things' that make us grow to become who we are today. I know I wouldn't be where and who I am today were it not for... well, a few things here and there I needed to work through."
Judging from Tatia's arched brows and the expression flickering across her features as she reaches for her mug, long since abandoned in favor of 'lizard care, she doesn't quite buy Elehu's take on things. "So you're honestly telling me that, if you'd had the choice, you wouldn't want to skip across some of those more.. painful.. events, despite what you may or may not have learned from them?" Three guesses as to which route Tatia would choose. Perhaps it's best that the choice isn't hers?
Elehu gives a tiny shrug in response as she picks at a stray thread on her shirt. "Well... I don't know, maybe one or two, but most of the others I can think of had their good parts too. Parts that I wouldn't want to give up just to avoid that bad parts." Which is terribly vague, but so be it.
"Uh huh," Tatia replies doubtfully, pausing to lift her mug for a sip of a rather thick and lukewarm liquid that results in a wrinkled nose and a quick lowering of the same mug. "So you'd still want the control, of course," she finally replies with a sudden glow to her eyes. "Just.. pick and choose. Throw the truly bad ones out, and keep whatever you think made you.. I dunno. Grow, or whatever." Tatia dismisses the 'whatever' with a shrug, a faint lifting of one shoulder, as she rises and moves toward the side table to retrieve a new drink. "Want anything?" she throws over her shoulder toward the Healer.
"No thanks," Elehu quickly replies to that last question as she sits back again, fingers tapping idly on the table top. "But... what if the bad parts /caused/ some of the good? Then you'd risk losing the good anyway."
"Maybe it'd be worth it," Tatia replies, lips again quirking into a cynical smile as she glances over her shoulder, then turns, fingers now wrapped around a glass of juice. "Aren't there some good bits you'd give up to get rid of the bad?" she questions on her way back to the table. She slides into her chair, eyeing Elehu over the rim of her glass as she sips and waits for a reply.
Elehu laughs suddenly and just shrugs. "I don't know... and it really doesn't do much good to dwell on it, the past is past," she comments dryly, winking at the rider. "Which is definitely for the best. I'm sure we all have those events we'd rather have people just forget eventually." Indeed.
"Too true!" Tatia replies, lifting her glass suddenly in a mock-toast. "Here's to that.. leaving the past firmly where it belongs." She tilts her head back just a bit, swallowing as the sweet liquid trickles down her throat before grinning again at Elehu. "Why complicate things when the reality is quite simple?" Nevermind that she was quite busy complicating things a few moments ago.
Kwa creeps, delicate ebon material swirling about her form, in from the Central Bowl.
Elehu smiles, nodding slowly to Tatia. "Again, a good point. Though it /is/ fun to ponder now and then," she muses lightly, giving a quick laugh. "But I think I'll have to leave that for another night. This little Healer needs to get herself off to bed before a shift that starts way too early in the morning. It's been a pleasure, Tatia. Clear skies."
T'am scampers in from the Central Bowl.
Tatia stands quickly, nodding at Elehu even as she settles her glass on the table top. "Indeed. And... erm... good healing," the greenrider attempts blinking as she rubs a hand across the back of her neck and falls rather short of a decent reply to one not a 'rider. She frowns faintly, though the expression is rather good natured. "I suppose I'd better go myself - that lump of green is still out there, doing something.. and becoming more insistent on her bedtime story."
Deeper, darker, narrower... passages kink and twist into the Weyr.
[End of log]