Miel, Vosji


Vosji and Miel briefly catch up in the kitchen courtyard and idly talk…


It is sunrise of the twenty-second day of the third month of the fourteenth turn of the 12th pass.


Kitchen Courtyard, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 14 Jun 2018 04:00




Kitchen Courtyard

The domestic space of the kitchen courtyard is small, dusty, slightly over-grown, and practical. The focal point of the stone courtyard is a large well found directly in the middle. Turns have worn the once angled bricks to soft, crumbling curves about the lip, and a bucket always slightly damp is tied, secure, and ready to use at the side. Though a broom has swept here since last you passed through, it would appear the wind-borne dust has merely been heaped under the cobble-cracking shrubs of a stubborn environment that grow ever upward. A few benches are scattered around, but the feel is not comfort, for this small slice of sky and wind are saved for a kitchen staff always on the move.

Most sunrises see much of the Weyr still sleeping, unless they’re unfortunate enough to have dawn sweeps or drills (or duties). What drew one greenrider out here was the tranquility and the fact that no one was out here in the courtyard. Miel had woken early and decided that some klah was in order; why not enjoy it outdoors, in the moderately cool spring air? She settles herself on one of the benches normally meant as a spot of rest for the ever-busy kitchen workers. None are about at the moment, so surely they won’t mind if she occupies the space?

And some people just either have extremely strange sleep schedules or don't sleep. Or can't sleep, which is why Vosji is up and about rather than staying in her weyr trying to settle. It's that weird time of the turn for her when she has few weyrlings left; only the untapped-to-the-wings remnants of Zsaviranth's latest. She's carrying a file that she probably came out here to read, but first spots that there's anyone around at all and hesitates; upon confirming it's Miel, she speaks up: "Mind company?"

“Of course not,” Miel doesn’t even look over her shoulder to confirm who it is that asked that. She’d recognize Vosji’s voice out of a crowd if she had too. Still staring upwards at the sunrise coloured sky, she’ll absentmindedly pat the empty spot on the bench beside her. With her other hand, she’ll lift her mug to her lips, savouring some of the klah just before she speaks. “Can’t sleep again?” She has every right to assume; by now the other woman is familiar enough to her that she can hazard a good guess.

"Who can?" It's definitely a rhetorical question, since there are lots of people at Igen able to sleep just fine (and likely many still sleeping). "It's not that I didn't," Vosji elaborates, "But just that I did so in a few short bursts and went to bed earlier than I'm sure I should have. I was actually tired then." Implying, correctly, that she is not tired now: she's tapping her finger-and-thumbtips together to expel nervous energy.

Miel just gives a long suffering sigh and lowers her gaze to meet Vosji’s. “You’re not usually troubled by this,” she murmurs, brows furrowed in light concern. Maybe she just chalks up the insomnia to being related to the weyrlings. It’s a lot of stress! Another gesture for the woman to join her and she’ll offer a warm smile to go with it. “Something on your mind?” Second assumption of the morning!

A roll-of-shoulders shrug is Vosji's initial response, as she settes next to the greenrider and glances down at her notes. "Nothing consciously," she says, "Just sometimes a brain that's less interested in normal than shutting off, or simply not interested in being off at the correct times." It happens, even without weyrlings! Or maybe it's because of the absence. "I'm sure it'll wear off, or I'll start drinking big cups of tea before trying to go to bed. One of them."

“You could always come by my weyr? If it’s getting that bad,” Miel offers and doesn’t elaborate further on just what she can offer to help. Either Vosji already knows or knows enough to make her own educated guess. It’s not, of course, what most would think! “So what’s with the notes?” she asks, not even really waiting on the other woman’s answer. She’ll lift her mug again, slowly drinking from it while she keeps her gaze fixed on her.

"Where you can dance with me until my feet fall off and I pass out," that's probably sarcasm and definitely isn't innuendo. It's also likely happened before, but not in someone's weyr in the middle of the night! "That might work if I'm that desperate. This is notes on Igen's queens' mating cycles and egg numbers, I'm trying to see if I can estimate anything about the upcoming turn or two." With two golds, it shouldn't be that difficult, and yet. "So far I've just determined that Rajakhelath must get lonely if she isn't sands-sharing with someone …"

Miel laughs softly, “Only if that’s the choice you prefer!” she points out with a faint grin. “Though it’s been awhile since I’ve seen that from you.” She means it more as a teasing remark and not scolding Vosji. A brow quirks for what those notes contain and she exhales softly, “Even without your notes, I’d have to say that we’re about due for another clutch. Rajakhelath would be my favoured guess…” Her shoulders lift in a delicate shrug. “But I’ve been proven wrong before.”

"Rajakhelath," Vosji raises and then lowers her notes again, "Seems to be rising either right before or right after another dragon, essentially," if not actually, because we're not entirely sure anymore out of character and can't stop to look it up right at this moment, "Not a specific queen but any queen. So I'm hoping she evens that out if she goes up soon, rather than be immediately flanked by Zsaviranth again. Both because it's a little soon for her, because I really would prefer to do them one at a time, and because I," now her voice lowers to a conspiratory whisper as she adds, "think H'rik is doing quite well and would hate to deal with another shakeup just yet."

Sipping at her klah, Miel will listen attentively to Vosji’s reflections and merely tip her head in a thoughtful manner. “Mhm, I see your reasoning behind that. I’ve always enjoyed the more fast pace,” Read: chaotic. “Times of clutches back to back. Gives us all something to do and not this weird… limbo. Not that I mind that, either!” As for that little whisper? Her mouth curves into a mischievous grin. “Now that,” she whispers back in hushed tones. “I agree with you! Despite what the recent gossiping is saying. You been hearing some of that nonsense?”

"I'd prefer actually back to back, as opposed to overlapping; that's what I expected out of the Pass!" Vosji has been let down by the Pass, it seems. She's gotten too many clutches running concurrently, and not enough coming in a row, followed by these weird breaks. "Southern's stealing our queens, though, so there's bound to be a lull with only two." Technically, Ista stole one of their queens, but as both of Southern's goldriders are Igen born and raised and one of them also Igen Impressed, thats really what she means. "It's the same gossip that thinks Zaria is incompetent, Eala is corrupt, and that I don't deserve my position. All of which is nonsense."

Miel scoffs but her mood is still light despite the sound, “It’s a shame we haven’t yet had Ione return. Igen’s doing fine as it is but we’re about due for another gold to be clutched. At least, that’s the opinion of some. Honestly, I’m looking at it from both sides; more dragons are just good in general. We need any numbers we can get.” As it is likely with any Weyr! Threadfall is a nasty opponent and with loss always inevitable… Those numbers need to be balanced in some way! As Vosji covers the basis of most of the rumours going about, she rolls her eyes expressively. “Yeah, that’s about it. And how none of us women should be on fighters. Y’know that age-old argument! There’s been some mutterings about H’rik too but… that’s common.” Who doesn’t occasionally mutter about their boss? Glancing at the sky again, Miel’s gaze is distant. “There’s a thunderstorm in the distance. Ivaenth’s been begging me since the sun rose to go chase it…” There’s a meaningful side glance to Vosji. Is the green nearing her time? Maybe. Maybe not! Miel hasn’t confirmed it. Draining the last of her klah, she grins. “I promised her I would once I had something warm to drink. You… want to come along? Ditch the notes and pondering of the future for a bit.”

Normally Vosji would have to stop and think about it, because she likes working and planning, but on the other hand — discussing chasing thunderstorms is something where her opinion doesn't count as much. "Do I want," she starts, and then, "Does it matter if I actually want to?" with a grin. "Iskanzivoth does, and I'll never talk him out of it. So — we will." The one who pretty much always wins in 'what are we going to do today' in this pair is not the human; some might be concerned, but they're far from weyrlings themselves.

“That’s the spirit!” Miel laughs, setting her mug aside (sorry kitchen workers!) and quickly getting to her feet. She’s going to move fast, only because she’s well aware of how quickly decisions can change; especially when it comes to the other woman. “Come on! Ivaenth’s already waiting. It’ll be fun!” Promises, promises! And if Vosji even so much as hesitates, Miel’s going to grab her hand and drag her out of that courtyard. They won’t be gone long, as storms have a habit of coming and going swiftly enough. By the time they return, it’ll be mid-morning and no one will likely have noticed their absence. And if they have? There’s no comments on it… yet.

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