Log: A Rainy Meeting
Who: Maymi, Palia
When: D17 M5 T35, spring afternoon
Where: Herb Garden, Fort Weyr
What: Palia's out for a walk in the rain and finds a bedraggled Maymi and rescues her from certain chill. Dice and Ista come up.
Herb Garden, Fort Weyr(#792RJs$)
The herb garden is a veritable feast for the eyes and nose. All manner of herbs from medicinal to edible are grown here and tended on a regular basis. The area is fenced in, separating it from the rest of the grounds around it, with a trellis arch over the gate leading into it. The pathways are lined with irregularly shaped stones that lead between the various plots and patches of exquisitely aromatic plants, each section labeled clearly. Pots and boxes provide alternative growing spaces for plants that do not thrive in Fort's native soil.
Benches scattered throughout the sprawling garden, provide places for quiet conversation or for gardeners to take a rest. In the southeastern corner of the garden is the shed where gardening tools and supplies are kept.
>---< Local Weather for FTW >------------------------------------------------<
Current Temp: 64 F Today's Lo/Hi: 52 F / 76 F
Belior: waning gibbous Timor: waning crescent
Weather: Rain
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Ranging from mist to drizzle to downpour, rain falls almost unbroken all
day long-- that cold, persistent spring rain.
>-----------------------------------< 17:28 D17 M5 T35, spring afternoon >---<
A steady mist is falling over Fort and cold air enshrouds it. Even the fragrant herb garden with its rows of leafy plants cannot escape the drizzling rain. Small veins of water trickle between the stones in the pathway, and debris floats freely where it can. Maymi is caught in the weather, standing - quite damp and cold - under the canopy of a canvas tarp placed over one of the more delicate arrangements. She's got her arms folded up against her chest, her face set in a frown as she peers out at the gray storm clouds hovering overhead. Is the smart thing to make a run for it? Or wait it out? That may be the very question the dice dealer is trying to reason out herself, damp clothes clinging to her frail frame, brown eyes turbulent underneath furrowed black brows.
Buried in an over-sized jacket with the collar pulled up against the chill, an umbrella perched on one shoulder to provide protection from the constant rain today, Palia presents a rather odd profile as she wanders in the direction of the garden. Her steps bring her through the garden to Maymi's spot and the harper pauses, head tilting to the side. "Caught out by surprise?" she questions, tone sympathetic.
Those unsettled brown eyes watch the approach of the harper, a wrinkle appearing on her otherwise smooth forehead. "Yes." It is a simple answer, followed by an appreciative smile, as she balls her hands up in the material of her sweater. "I thought I had more time before it rained; unfortunately, I did not. You were clever to bring that." May points towards the umbrella, then rakes fingers through her wet hair, brushing it away from her face.
Gray eyes tip upward toward the edge of the umbrella then back down to the other woman. "I checked to see if it was still raining before I came out," Palia notes with a little quirk of one side of her mouth. "So maybe not all that clever, just ... not too into Fort's cooler weather." Pause. "I grew up at Ista." The harper squints around the rainy garden then back at Maymi. "I can walk you back to the caverns or wherever if you'd like. There's room."
"I cannot say I am used to the weather yet." Maymi turns her nose up at the rainy weather, unleashing a tiny sigh. "I have not been to Ista. I hear the weather is such an improvement on Fort's climate." She makes one, last, lingering look at the herb garden before taking a step towards the harper girl. "I would be much obliged. I am Maymi, or sometimes people just call me May," she introduces herself with a happy smile, extending a slender hand to the other girl - which may not be wise, given Palia has at least one hand grasping the umbrella.
"It's a lot warmer, even when it's raining," Palia explains and shifts the umbrella to the opposite shoulder so Maymi can comfortably step beneath without bumping elbows too much. "If you get the chance, it's worth visiting - if only to see the legendary black sand beaches." Her free hand crosses over to take Maymi's hand briefly, grip firm but not uncomfortably so. "Palia. Apprentice harper. Nice to meet you Maymi."
Now protected from the rain by the umbrella, May looks the tiniest bit happier, brightening as she shakes the harper apprentice's hand. She slips that hand back into the comfort of her overlarge sweater when they're finished. "Black sand, truly?" Fascination, writ clearly, takes over her agitation with the weather. "I cannot image such a thing as black sand.. but, oh, Palia, such a pretty name. Nice to meet you. I deal.. I deal dice." That's pretty much that, though her shy expression conveys some sense of uncertainty about the acceptance of others.
"Yes. Though it's kind of more grayish in places," Palia describes further, before quirking another little grin at the compliment to her name. "Thanks. My parents are riders so it's a combination of the two. Padraig and Illya." Her hand returns to the handle of the umbrella, curling atop the one that has remained there the whole time. "Up at that dice place?" Curious, not judgmental.
"Black sand and gray sand," before lips come together, a dazzled look in her brown eyes. "What a magnificent sight that must be. I will have to talk to my sister about it, perhaps we will go!" All because Palia decided to mention the island - how grand. "Yes, up at Dice." May tips her chin up, an unreadable stare passed in what one could assume is the general direction of the gutted weyr in question; that den of vices and drink. "I have always been great with games and numbers. It seemed natural." Blinking, she turns her head to Palia. "Have you ever been?"
"Haven't been up there yet," Palia states of Dice, gaze steady on Maymi's face, perhaps trying to parse her expression. "But I might sneak up sometime," she flashes the other woman a little cheeky grin, "when my journeyman isn't paying attention to what I'm up to." Pause. "Of course, my luck would be, I head up there and /he's/ there too and then the jig would be up." She laughs a little and starts to amble back through garden toward the gate. "Is your sister at Fort?"
"You should come." Maymi walks in step with Palia, keeping her strides as even as the other girl - her dryness depends on it. "It is not all shady customers and drunks. Or, it is, a lot of the time, just not 'all' of the time." She aims for a flippant smile, teeth included this time. "I do not think we get many journeymen up there. Still, they could keep their knots at home. Try a day you know he would be away. I can show you dice, if nothing else." Once they start talking about her sister, her grin widens, and it's clear she has familial pride. "Yes, Nala, of blue Jynth, do you know her? She Impressed in the last clutch."
"We'll see," is Palia's non-commital reply. "Apprentices have to be careful," she notes, though there's a hint of mischief in her tone. "Playing dice though ... I learned a little of that on the docks at Ista." A shake of her head answers the query about Nala. "No, though I've heard the name here and there. I've only been here just over a turn."
A thoughtful nod of the head is the response, setting black hair to slip in front of her face. Fingers scrape back the pieces, curling them into a knot at the back of her head. "You will have to be. Being caught would.. what? Would they send you back to the Hall?" May is sincerely curious, compassionate brown eyes seeking out Palia's face another time. "I am not sure how long she has been here, but she looks like me, with a blue dragon around." How helpful of her.
Thoughtful: "Nooo, probably not, I'd probably have to slip-up a lot more than that to be sent back. But it would get reported back to the Hall, most likely. Go on my record." A little shrug of her shoulders follows and Palia's gaze slides on over to Maymi, taking in the shape of her features. "I'll keep an eye out. Recommend a little Istan trip for you, maybe if I meet her."
"That could be bad." A little bit of worry, or it could be continued dislike of the weather, latches itself onto the girl in the form of a frown. Maymi steps to the side to avoid a mud puddle, then resumes her normal pace, sheltered happily by the umbrella. "I think it is hard to miss her. She is pretty and she is kind, she is elegant and strong." Singing praises about her sister - well, there could be worse things.
"Could," Palia allows about getting caught in a seedy bar, dicing, "but it could be worth it," she adds slyly and tilts the umbrella a little, then straightens it once more. "Lots of riders at Fort, but I'll keep an eye out," Palia reiterates. "Want to get something warm to drink when we get back?"
"Oh, let's," May says happily, following the apprentice the rest of the way to warm, dry shelter.
When: D17 M5 T35, spring afternoon
Where: Herb Garden, Fort Weyr
What: Palia's out for a walk in the rain and finds a bedraggled Maymi and rescues her from certain chill. Dice and Ista come up.
Herb Garden, Fort Weyr(#792RJs$)
The herb garden is a veritable feast for the eyes and nose. All manner of herbs from medicinal to edible are grown here and tended on a regular basis. The area is fenced in, separating it from the rest of the grounds around it, with a trellis arch over the gate leading into it. The pathways are lined with irregularly shaped stones that lead between the various plots and patches of exquisitely aromatic plants, each section labeled clearly. Pots and boxes provide alternative growing spaces for plants that do not thrive in Fort's native soil.
Benches scattered throughout the sprawling garden, provide places for quiet conversation or for gardeners to take a rest. In the southeastern corner of the garden is the shed where gardening tools and supplies are kept.
>---< Local Weather for FTW >------------------------------------------------<
Current Temp: 64 F Today's Lo/Hi: 52 F / 76 F
Belior: waning gibbous Timor: waning crescent
Weather: Rain
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Ranging from mist to drizzle to downpour, rain falls almost unbroken all
day long-- that cold, persistent spring rain.
>-----------------------------------< 17:28 D17 M5 T35, spring afternoon >---<
A steady mist is falling over Fort and cold air enshrouds it. Even the fragrant herb garden with its rows of leafy plants cannot escape the drizzling rain. Small veins of water trickle between the stones in the pathway, and debris floats freely where it can. Maymi is caught in the weather, standing - quite damp and cold - under the canopy of a canvas tarp placed over one of the more delicate arrangements. She's got her arms folded up against her chest, her face set in a frown as she peers out at the gray storm clouds hovering overhead. Is the smart thing to make a run for it? Or wait it out? That may be the very question the dice dealer is trying to reason out herself, damp clothes clinging to her frail frame, brown eyes turbulent underneath furrowed black brows.
Buried in an over-sized jacket with the collar pulled up against the chill, an umbrella perched on one shoulder to provide protection from the constant rain today, Palia presents a rather odd profile as she wanders in the direction of the garden. Her steps bring her through the garden to Maymi's spot and the harper pauses, head tilting to the side. "Caught out by surprise?" she questions, tone sympathetic.
Those unsettled brown eyes watch the approach of the harper, a wrinkle appearing on her otherwise smooth forehead. "Yes." It is a simple answer, followed by an appreciative smile, as she balls her hands up in the material of her sweater. "I thought I had more time before it rained; unfortunately, I did not. You were clever to bring that." May points towards the umbrella, then rakes fingers through her wet hair, brushing it away from her face.
Gray eyes tip upward toward the edge of the umbrella then back down to the other woman. "I checked to see if it was still raining before I came out," Palia notes with a little quirk of one side of her mouth. "So maybe not all that clever, just ... not too into Fort's cooler weather." Pause. "I grew up at Ista." The harper squints around the rainy garden then back at Maymi. "I can walk you back to the caverns or wherever if you'd like. There's room."
"I cannot say I am used to the weather yet." Maymi turns her nose up at the rainy weather, unleashing a tiny sigh. "I have not been to Ista. I hear the weather is such an improvement on Fort's climate." She makes one, last, lingering look at the herb garden before taking a step towards the harper girl. "I would be much obliged. I am Maymi, or sometimes people just call me May," she introduces herself with a happy smile, extending a slender hand to the other girl - which may not be wise, given Palia has at least one hand grasping the umbrella.
"It's a lot warmer, even when it's raining," Palia explains and shifts the umbrella to the opposite shoulder so Maymi can comfortably step beneath without bumping elbows too much. "If you get the chance, it's worth visiting - if only to see the legendary black sand beaches." Her free hand crosses over to take Maymi's hand briefly, grip firm but not uncomfortably so. "Palia. Apprentice harper. Nice to meet you Maymi."
Now protected from the rain by the umbrella, May looks the tiniest bit happier, brightening as she shakes the harper apprentice's hand. She slips that hand back into the comfort of her overlarge sweater when they're finished. "Black sand, truly?" Fascination, writ clearly, takes over her agitation with the weather. "I cannot image such a thing as black sand.. but, oh, Palia, such a pretty name. Nice to meet you. I deal.. I deal dice." That's pretty much that, though her shy expression conveys some sense of uncertainty about the acceptance of others.
"Yes. Though it's kind of more grayish in places," Palia describes further, before quirking another little grin at the compliment to her name. "Thanks. My parents are riders so it's a combination of the two. Padraig and Illya." Her hand returns to the handle of the umbrella, curling atop the one that has remained there the whole time. "Up at that dice place?" Curious, not judgmental.
"Black sand and gray sand," before lips come together, a dazzled look in her brown eyes. "What a magnificent sight that must be. I will have to talk to my sister about it, perhaps we will go!" All because Palia decided to mention the island - how grand. "Yes, up at Dice." May tips her chin up, an unreadable stare passed in what one could assume is the general direction of the gutted weyr in question; that den of vices and drink. "I have always been great with games and numbers. It seemed natural." Blinking, she turns her head to Palia. "Have you ever been?"
"Haven't been up there yet," Palia states of Dice, gaze steady on Maymi's face, perhaps trying to parse her expression. "But I might sneak up sometime," she flashes the other woman a little cheeky grin, "when my journeyman isn't paying attention to what I'm up to." Pause. "Of course, my luck would be, I head up there and /he's/ there too and then the jig would be up." She laughs a little and starts to amble back through garden toward the gate. "Is your sister at Fort?"
"You should come." Maymi walks in step with Palia, keeping her strides as even as the other girl - her dryness depends on it. "It is not all shady customers and drunks. Or, it is, a lot of the time, just not 'all' of the time." She aims for a flippant smile, teeth included this time. "I do not think we get many journeymen up there. Still, they could keep their knots at home. Try a day you know he would be away. I can show you dice, if nothing else." Once they start talking about her sister, her grin widens, and it's clear she has familial pride. "Yes, Nala, of blue Jynth, do you know her? She Impressed in the last clutch."
"We'll see," is Palia's non-commital reply. "Apprentices have to be careful," she notes, though there's a hint of mischief in her tone. "Playing dice though ... I learned a little of that on the docks at Ista." A shake of her head answers the query about Nala. "No, though I've heard the name here and there. I've only been here just over a turn."
A thoughtful nod of the head is the response, setting black hair to slip in front of her face. Fingers scrape back the pieces, curling them into a knot at the back of her head. "You will have to be. Being caught would.. what? Would they send you back to the Hall?" May is sincerely curious, compassionate brown eyes seeking out Palia's face another time. "I am not sure how long she has been here, but she looks like me, with a blue dragon around." How helpful of her.
Thoughtful: "Nooo, probably not, I'd probably have to slip-up a lot more than that to be sent back. But it would get reported back to the Hall, most likely. Go on my record." A little shrug of her shoulders follows and Palia's gaze slides on over to Maymi, taking in the shape of her features. "I'll keep an eye out. Recommend a little Istan trip for you, maybe if I meet her."
"That could be bad." A little bit of worry, or it could be continued dislike of the weather, latches itself onto the girl in the form of a frown. Maymi steps to the side to avoid a mud puddle, then resumes her normal pace, sheltered happily by the umbrella. "I think it is hard to miss her. She is pretty and she is kind, she is elegant and strong." Singing praises about her sister - well, there could be worse things.
"Could," Palia allows about getting caught in a seedy bar, dicing, "but it could be worth it," she adds slyly and tilts the umbrella a little, then straightens it once more. "Lots of riders at Fort, but I'll keep an eye out," Palia reiterates. "Want to get something warm to drink when we get back?"
"Oh, let's," May says happily, following the apprentice the rest of the way to warm, dry shelter.