Who

Amania, Yfana

What

Amania and Yfana had similar reactions to one another's homes, and seek to learn more.

When

It is sunset of the seventh day of the eleventh month of the eleventh turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Fields

OOC Date 02 Sep 2017 06:00

 

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"I suppose settled is a way to be."


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Fields

Terraced over the rolling mountains of Southern's wilds, crops fight against the encroaching jungle that must be held at bay by diligent farmers. Guards are stationed at intervals across the hills, where the trees growth is thick enough to allow the lurking predator to hide. It's not Thread that threatens the luscious crops that cling to the side of the mountain, it's the felines and wherries larger than life that would partake of the feast that awaits the courageous. Each terrace lays claim to a large swathe of arable land; the fields themselves cover a vast portion of the hilly slopes. To cross the fields, from one end to the other, without runner or wagon, would take several candlemarks.


Amania's wanderings have continued in her down time, spurred on by ever-boldening curiosity in the land immediately surrounding the Weyr since her trip to the boardwalk. After practically inhaling dinner, she's ventured out the entrance and down the Weyr road. Now, she finds herself facing the vast expanse of the fields, something almost as impressive as the sea despite there being obvious bounds to it. Standing at the top of the uppermost terrace, she looks out over them quietly, the breeze playfully tossing long brown hair behind her shoulders as she considers their size, what they're for, what it takes to maintain them… It's a rather mind-bending undertaking, really.

Yfana has been playing her boundaries, skirting along the side of the forest, but not actually entering. CLEARLY still on Weyr land but… almost back to home. Stepping out of the shade of one of the trees Yfana spies a face that is familiar, the sight of the white knot upon her shoulder fixing that Yfana has placed her correctly. "Amania?" Yfana calls out while still far away and then makes her way closer. "A sight, aren't they?"

Amania sees movement far enough away to not by startled by the appearance of another Candidate, thankfully. Yfana isn't one of those she's had as much opportunity to talk at length with, for whatever reason, but she does know the other girl's name and face, however. "Hello, Yfana," she replies, and nods, giving a slow sigh. "They are. Just when I think there can't possibly be another shade of green to learn…there it is." Glancing back toward the trees before settling klah-dark eyes on the slightly taller girl. "What were you doing out there?"

Yfana comes to the edge of one of the terraces where Amania is and settles herself down. "Mostly? Walking the edge between home and what… might be home? The disadvantage of being a candidate is not being able to walk the jungles without an escort." Though the words sound like complaining, Yfana attempts to put up a light tone to he words. "Xanthee said you are from Igen? You must think of these trees like I did of that desert."

Realization arches dark brows as Yfana gives her answer. "So you're also a wilding?" Amania asks, automatically drawing a few mental comparisons. "I haven't asked to go very far into the trees… The jungle feels so close. Even more than being among a sea of wagons and people." At the other girl's first question, she nods in affirmation, the corner of her mouth lifting after that. "That depends. What did you think of the desert?"

"Currently in… disgrace, but yes. I can claim the blood for now still." At least, no words have come through to deny Yfana that connection. A leg is pulled up and Yfana will clasp her arms around it. She's got a think for ~edges~ and sitting on them. "It felt like it would pull every drop of water from my body. And that bazaar was too crowded." Honesty from Yfana as she looks forestward with more than a bit of longing. "The trees feel wide open and comforting in contrast."

"For coming to the Weyr?" Amania ventures, based on things she's heard about the relationship between the Weyr and wildlings. Yfana's reply about the desert earns a soft chuckle. "It will, if you let it," she says. "The bazaar can be crowded, yes. But that's how the jungle feels to me, even just stepping into the edge of it. And I thought the air might drown me, the first few sevens I was here." So really their impressions of their respective homes are complimentary - appropriate, for strangers to each realm.

Yfana's free hand rocks back and forth in a waving motion. "There is more, but it is not your weight to bear." So Yfana doesn't lay the whole story upon the other woman. Instead she'll pat the rocks next to her, inviting Amania to settle herself if she should so wish to do so. "If you wished I could show you the beauty in the jungle, where it clears out and the tress are less imposing. The waterfalls too."

Amania tilts her head in concession. She's curious but won't pry, and moves to sit down when invited. It's Yfana's mention of waterfalls, rather than clearings in the trees, that piques her curiosity the most. "I've heard someone say 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder.' Might've been the Harper." The journeyman who's been giving them lessons every now and again throughout the sevenday. "But I'm willing to see what you'd show me. Especially the waterfalls." With water being such a precious resource in the desert, it still hasn't ceased to amaze her to see it in such abundance here.

"We must just find the proper rider so we do not gather trouble for this." Yfana is in full on CONSIDERATION mode now, chin perched upon her knee as she thinks. "D'wane perhaps, or Vani?" Looking sideways at the woman Yfana asks, "What rider brought you here? Ar… are you happy?" With the talk of Southern's strangeness Yfana is not completely sure.

Nodding over the need for a rider, Amania considers as well, though the suggestions Yfana makes earn little more than a quirk of her eyebrow in a 'maybe' sort of fashion. "A brownrider - wingleader - named M'noq," is her answer to the first question. The second catches her a bit off guard, and she looks at the other girl with a blink. "Happy?" she echoes, her eyes dropping briefly as she considers this. "I…hadn't really thought about it. It's hard work, being here. A challenge. Sometimes I miss the Zingari, the caravan I'd become part of before I got Searched. But…" Another quiet moment passes before a subtle nod bobs her head. "I'm getting to see somewhere I'd never even imagined a few Turns ago. I'm going to find out whether or not I'm meant for something completely different than I ever thought possible. I'm…living. At least I finally feel like I am, even with all the work, so…yes. I suppose I am happy."

Yfana will listen with her head turned sideways upon her knee, listening closely to every word that drips forward. AFter she'll consider each of them before chattering. Mirroring the bob Yfana half-smiles. "It is good hear resolve like that. I have not been able to settle my mind about happiness or not in this yet. It is worthwhile? I think so. But there is much we will give up to." Falling into silence before Yfana will ask curiously, "What is a caravan?"

"We've already given up a lot," Amania points out, "but…I know what you mean. Maybe you don't have to be happy about it, but at least settled in yourself. If you think it was a worthwhile choice…" Her shoulders hitch in a subtle shrug. "Maybe that's all you need for right now." The last question earns a small smile. "It's a group of wagons. Traders live in them, take their wares all over the place with them. That's usually during the cooler months in Igen." Which means they'd be getting underway right about now. "There must be some down here, too; I saw a wagon out in the clearing…" Though she hasn't heard much about any caravans in the south since coming here.

"I suppose settled is a way to be." It's a word that could describe where Yfana has finally landed herself at very least. Picking her head up she directs her eyes back towards the forst again, ficing her gaze on a shadow that plays itself in and out of the trees, rustling the undergrowth. "We have some traders and… maybe a caravan? I am not sure. My people have little to do with the traders in general, and the hold where most of my clan is deals with the seacraft for what is brought in. Where do they get their wares?"

"Some traders make them. The two largest caravans at Igen do, anway," Amania replies, though smirks a bit at the word 'make' to describe what the Zingari are best known for. It's still correct, in a way. "They also get them from the bazaar, sometimes. Or from the Crafters, if they're willing to trust enough." Coming back around to a particular fact from Yfana that jumped out at her, Amania counters question for question. "Your clan lives in a hold? Not…out in the jungles?"

A smile splits across Yfana's place, "It is strange isn't it?" Letting her leg drop back down Yfana's whole body posture becomes more open, less drawn in. "There are many clans in the jungles. A few turns back the weyr and most of the clans were at odds. One of the ways things eventually were settled was by elevating my cousin, Rylov, to be Southern Barrier Hold's next Lord Warder. My parents were killed in a threadfall for before, so when many of my clan moved south to the hold, I went also as my grandmother was the closest family I had left. Some of us are still here," her arm sweeps aside to indicate the jungle before her, "But most have tried to find a new life in the mountains instead where it is too cold for Thread." There are SO MANY MORE DETAILS that Yfana could add, but this pose would get SUPER BIG. A sound rings out from the closer side of the fields anyway and Yfana lifts her fingers to her lips and lets out a piercing whistle in reply. "We should go- but we will talk more? I want to know more about the caravans."

And there's another mention of Southern Barrier Hold. Amania decides definitively that she does need to ask for an escort to visit this mysterious place of ice at some point. Her curiosity is now great enough that she's willing to face between again…and she'll at least know what to expect from it, this time. She's about to tack on a related question when whistles are suddenly traded, and she glances skyward. Yes, time to head back, indeed, before they're late for post-dinner chores. "Sure," Amania agrees, standing up and offering a hand to Yfana to help her to her feet, if she wishes. "I'll share what I know, though I was just learning myself before ending up here." Perhaps some of that scant knowledge will get shared as they make the trek back into the Weyr and toward the barracks once again.

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