Who

evka, Amani

What

Reveka seeks out Amani in the wake of her choice to remain at Southern. Amani offers an unexpected way forward.

When

It is afternoon of the fourth day of the fourth month of the fourteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Galleries, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 18 Jun 2018 06:00

 

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"You want a new adventure, Reveka?"


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Galleries

Stone benches rise up.. and up.. and up: grooves upon grooves show marks of their hand-hewn origins, small chips and uneven textures to tell the tale of humble beginnings in a place which looks upon the black-and-white Sands of Southern, a place of greater beginnings indeed. The Galleries take up roughly a third of the perimeter of the Sands: to the west are flat, staggered entranceways, ledges for dragons interested in watching the proceedings. Below and just easterly, a stitched-hide curtain covers the entrance to the bowl, keeping the wind away from the precious cargo often housed upon the Sands. It cannot help the shrieking of the wind above: though it is muted in this hollow, the intermittent sighs and moans of the thermals shrieking through the viewing-ledges above can be unsettling.


It's been about a seven since Reveka decided she would never step foot in Igen and call it home again, and she's still solid in her conviction. She's since written to Willimina, and to her son and his foster parents, all of whom showed great understanding, and a visit with Xanthee saw things caught up between friends, so with her avians in a row, Reveka doesn't quite know what to do with herself. This warm autumn afternoon sees her out and about searching for Amani, and in an official sense. She's dressed in a formal gown of burnt orange, a bit if her old self reflecting in the sheer veil across her face. She knows where to find her gold riding friend too, bound to the sands where her lifemate recently layed her clutch. Stepping into the galleries, Reveka takes a big breath, it's a big thing she's come to ask Amani, and she doesn't know that she's at all qualified for it, but she's going to ask anyway. "Amani?" She calls as she takes her first steps into the galleries.

Sometimes Amani comes out and eats! Amongst other things. Reveka's guess is well-placed right now, however. Amani is indeed in the galleries, wandering along the front rail in quiet conversation with her lifemate when her friend's voice catches her attention. "Hello, Rev," she greets…and then pauses as she takes in the other girl's appearance, smirking curiously. "What's the occasion?"

Reveka shrugs, a faint smile appearing behind the sheer gauze of her veil. "Feeling a bit like myself today, I suppose. And, I wanted to look decent." There's a slight hint of unease to the young woman as she faces Amani and rustles up the courage to ask a big favor. "I've decided… that I'm not going back to Igen, orbback to the caravans. I'd like to stay here… if that's alright?" Reveka plucks at the burnt orange folds of her skirts and procrastinates a moment. "And I don't quite know where I might fit in here but I was hoping there might be a place for me. Drudgery, kitchens, you wouldn't need an assistant would you? I'll do anything, I just… need to do something." Do something or go even more out of her mind with boredom and the feeling of uselessness that's set in as of late.

At first, Amani blinks in mild surprise at Reveka answer, then grins. "You've never had to put much effort into it to look far more than decent, Rev," she points out, crossing to her friend and listening quietly to the rest. "I…might, actually," the goldrider says of the matter of an assistant. How had she not thought of that before? Not wanting to examine why not too closely at the moment, she regards Reveka seriously for a moment. "I'd sort of wondered if you might decide on that. Staying, I mean," she says, and sighs, taking that fidgeting hand in hers. "Are you sure, Rev? You're not meaning to…step away from your heritage, are you? Just going your own way? I know there are some unpleasant memories there, but the Zingari also gave you some amazing things. Dancing, color, fire, impeccable fashion sense," she can't help but add with a little smirk.

Reveka looks pensive for a moment before she sits and shakes her head. "I am not giving up my heritage. I am Zingari through and through, my colors run green and silver and my clan name is Haeyleri. I will never not be Zingari. But I can't go back there… back to where I… to where things will never be the same, will never be right. It's time for a new adventure Amani…and I don't think my feet were meant to traverse desert sands alone." She sighs. "Part of me just feels… right here, like there are seas of possibilities. At home, there are not many options for me left. And what is left is painful…or shameful. I've already written home… already told Daen… my mother, Willa." Taking a steadying breath Reveka nods. "I'm sure, Amani." She can't help but laugh at Amani's last though, having been known for her shopping habits. "Aye, well don't you think Southern could use some of that fashion sense?"

Amani nods along with Reveka's reply, first approving and then thoughtful. At her friend's last, however, she chuckles and sits down beside her. "I think anywhere could benefit from Zingari flair," she opines somewhat loftily, and then lets out a soft sigh. "I'm sure you've noticed life in a Weyr is pretty different from anywhere else. The wagons, the Bazaar… But you're right, you do seem like you're a little more comfortable here, even not knowing it as well as the caravan grounds and the desert." Her gaze drifts to Zymuraith for a moment, the queen blinking drowsily in the direction of both women as a brief bit of mental chatter is exchanged. "There's…an idea," the goldrider finally says, slightly distracted until she blinks free from the conversation with her lifemate to focus on her friend once more. "You want a new adventure, Reveka? I think there's one that could give you a good feel for what it is to be here, in the Weyr, and might help you know which path within it might suit you best."

There's a wry grin from Reveka at Amani's quip on Zingari flair. "Aye I've noticed it's different, I find I am curious about it, and I'm sort of getting used to living in the main part of the weyr." And yes, she is more comfortable, and she won't lie, she's loving the tropical climate. She waits patiently while gold and rider speak, knowing that distant look, that blink away from having been around some other riders before. Amani's next sort of startles the woman, but she chuckles and nods. "Aye, you know me, always up for the next adventure. What have you got in mind?"

Amani's expression at Reveka's last becomes amusedly dubious, but there's a glint in her eye that's rather…mischievous. She presses her lips together in thought as she surveys her friend, things clearly being weighed behind klah-dark eyes before she glances down, a hand slipping into the pouch at her hip. "What I have in mind…is a challenge, you might say," she replies, and opens her hand between them. Draped over her palm is a simple loop of plain white cord. "I know you're still working some things through, Rev," she says, finding the other girl's gaze. "But I think Candidacy might give you a little extra push in the right direction. A structured day, exposure to work you haven't tried yet and people you might not normally get to meet. A chance to walk a path you might never even have considered before. It can be difficult, sometimes boring…but it can also teach you a lot about yourself and open your eyes to new possibilities, whether you Impress or not. Zymuraith and I both think it would be worthwhile for you to try, if you're willing." She lifts the knot a bit, eying her friend with cautious hope. "Reveka of the Haeyleri Zingari, will you Stand for Zymuraith and Ravaith's clutch?"

Reveka 's Zingari nature manifests in the form of suspicion at the dubious glint in her best friend's eye. The hair on her neck prickles and she looks down when Amani opens her hand. Shock registers in her klah-brown eyes, and they flick back up to the Jr. Weyrwoman's as she speaks. What she says makes sense, the mindhealers had harped something similar about having more structure to her days. She grows misty eyed as Amani continues, looking from Weyrwoman to sands bound Gold as she tries to swallow the lump of … something that forms in her throat. Doubt does circle in. She couldn't keep her own son, what makes this Gold think she'd be any good for one of her offspring? Then again…who was she to question a Gold dragon? With a hitched sigh, Reveka clears her throat and nods before she speaks. "Aye, Amani of Gold Zymuraith, adopted daughter of the Haeyleri, I shall be honored to stand for your golden beauty's clutch. Or at least… I can try." She can't keep all the insecurities out of her voice, but she's got to start somehwere for Faranth's sake.

The grin that curves Amani's lips is something she simply can't help at Reveka's answer, and she leans in to embrace her friend - one of the last full displays of affection she'll be able to share for some time, now. "There's more of the Reveka I know," she notes happily as she pulls back and places the knot in the other girl's hand. "Zymuraith is pleased, too. Come on." She rises and gestures for Reveka to do the same, a subtle excitement fueling her movements now. "I'll show you to the barracks. And teach you how to salute and such along the way. You'll have to be doing that all over the place now, but it becomes a reflex pretty quickly." And there will likely be a few other key things explained along the way, too.

Reveka embraces Amani back tightly, willing the mist in her eyes away as they pull apart. She takes the knot and stand with Amani, pausing only to curtsy in near reverence in Zymuraith's direction. Her thanks for the invitation to stand. Then, with a laugh, she follows her friend, now truly her leader, to the barracks and into something completely unknown.

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