Who

Nasrin, Xanthee

What

Nasrin hunts Xanthee down in the Baths to give her and Mal a belated weyrmating present.

When

It is afternoon of the nineteenth day of the fifth month of the sixteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Public Baths, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 28 Feb 2019 05:00

 

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"I would have had it for the actual ceremony but there were quite a few commissions ahead of mine. And I'd tell you what's in it, but I won't."


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Public Baths

Stout walls have been erected around several naturally formed pools, serving to provide a semblance of privacy and protection from the harsh wind and sand. Above the pools, well cleaned walkways criss-cross beneath tiled arches and descend with a stairway or two leading down to each pool to provide one means of slip-free access through the area. Surrounding the pools there are benches, receptacles to put used clothing and towels in, and areas to get sweetsand and towels from - if you didn't bring your own.


A meeting with Igen River Hold's steward is looming and Nasrin, walking at her very fastest pace, is on Xanthee's trail. It took a combination of face-to-face questions and dragon link to locate the greenrider but crossing the Weyr bowl and bazaar perimeters has finally lead the young woman to the baths. The parcel she carries holds a tall rectangular shape and its perfect angles indicate it's in a box under parchment paper wrapping. Toeing the door open with a foot, she quickly surveys the baths. "Xanthee?" It faintly echoes then the sound dies, eaten by a generous mist.

Another day, another round of PT and drills, so the obvious choices when done with such work is to soothe weary muscles with a nice long soak. Xanthee is currently almost dozing in the back of one of the hottest pools, her head on a folded towel while the rest of her soaks beneath the steaming water. Rousing with a soft snort at the call of her name, she blinks open emerald eyes to squint through the mists. "Back here. Is that you, Weyrwoman Nasrin?" Even in nothing but her turnday suit, it's hard to turn off weyrlinghood training of respect for those above one's self, not to mention her weyrbred tendancies before that. Drifting through the water towards the voice, she waves her hand a little bit to help the goldrider see her.

Nasrin gently lays the back of one hand against the parchment paper to see if it's getting soggy in the moist environment and Xanthee's voice assures her she is in fact here. Phew. "I…" carefully walking against the tiles and the random bundles of bathers, Nasrin briefly glances at the faces she can see before finding the rider in the back. She adjusts her original train of thought, "I would have picked a better location but I have a conference in a little while and I've had this since yesterday and I couldn't wait anymore. Weyrsmith Grabak even wrapped it for me, I can't believe it." Which is a feat because the man is usually the no-frills type. "I can just rest it over here by your clothes, the steam shouldn't harm it." Her excitement is in the wide eyes and active brows.

When Nasrin comes into view, Xanthee leans on the ledge of the pool to watch her and that package with interest, a quirk at the corner of her lips and a hikes brow in interest. "I know you're a busy woman, Ma'am, it's not trouble, I should be getting out anyway," she confesses, looging down at the deep ridges on her hands cause by extended immersion. Pulling herself up easily, she for a handy stack of plush towels nearby and quickly wraps one around her torso. "The weyrsmith? What…?" she blubbers a bit eyeing that package now with keener interest. "That's for me?" she asks with a bit of a squeak, walking over to where the goldrider puts it down, fingers twitching over the wrappings hesitantly.

"He didn't actually make it, Journeyman Astale did," Nasrin blurts as she places the box where she said she would, posture indicating it's got some weight to it. It's almost an arm's length tall and about a foot in width. "I would have had it for the actual ceremony but there were quite a few commissions ahead of mine. And I'd tell you what's in it, but I won't." Just blab all about it. Wrapped in a single-layer peach-colored robe with blue accents, the junior is probably going to be damp for her meeting but some things can be sacrificed.

Something clicks behind Xanthee's eyes when Nasrin mentions her weyrmating, a soft chuckle erupting out of the greenrider. "Gifts were not required or even expected. It was just a great reason to throw an epic party," Xan says, looking quite pleased actually at the success of their weyrmating party and the turnout it acheived. But her fingers do play at the creases in the wrapping, picking at them idly as they itch to tear it away to get a peek at what's inside. "How rude would it be if I were to open this right here and now?" she asks with a thoughtful nibble at her lower lip.

Nasrin holds up an official hand palm facing out. She won't hear of it. "Gifts are popular and quite normal for events in my background," how they show both affluence and some affection. "I tried to get something… never mind. I'm talking far too much." She instead rerolls each sleeve despite only one of them actually needing the attention. Instead the lightweight crate is something brass and well-embellished and as it's unwrapped it becomes a wall sconce for the young couple.
(https://www.etsy.com/listing/507985300/moroccan-sconce-indoor-wall-sconce-wall)

Xanthee giggles a bit as she gets the offical hand and all protests are quieted with a bright smile of thanks. Bouncy with giddiness as the unwrapping commences, there's an audible gasp from Xanthee as her hands clasps over her mouth when the sconce is finally revealed. "Oh Nasrin!" The goldrider has actually caused her to loose her propriety completely as emerald eyes brighten significantly. "That is gorgeous! I'll have Mal put it up right away. It will make the whole weyr." Dropping her hand to her chest, she gets a little choked up before she manages a tight, "Thank you, so much!"

Nasrin carefully measures Xanthee's face and needs to bite back a smile from the inside of her lips before the gift is even fully revealed. "I truly hope it does." After the sconce is fully pulled from the packaging the young woman allows the smile to flourish just a little bit. "It can hold both glows and sands oil, there will be a delivery on your ledge for some distilled version of the latter. So you both can experiment with it a little bit." Malosim might like to tinker. "I enjoyed myself at the ceremony." She got to actually dance. "I'll be off, sorry to interrupt your soaking, I would have splashed the person who did so." The smirk is so there.

"Oh wow!" Xanthee exclaims when Nasrin explains it's a dual purpose sconce, her eyebrows raising further up in surprise as she shakes her head, "Honestly you..just..ugh…I'm not going to say it's too much, cause I really love it! And it's just perfect." Dipping her head a little bit with a blush coloring her cheeks, the greenrider grins up at the weyrwoman. "I'm so glad. I'm still getting compliments on it, some from perfect strangers too! I'm really glad you made it though. It was the perfect day." She resists hugging the woman since she did mention that she's off to a conferance and Xan still needs to dry off, but she'll reach out to squeeze the goldrider's hand briefly if she'll permit, a warm smile on her lips. "Go, I'd never forgive myself for making you late to a meeting," Xan quips with a soft giggle, her fingers running over the fine detail of the light fixture with awe. She simply can't wait to take it home and show Mal.

Nasrin most certainly allows her hand to be squeezed by her former assistant, looking at the greenrider benevolently. "Sometimes you can use tardiness to your advantage, makes them wait and wonder." No telling which procedure works best with steward Odulan. With eyes scrunched at their corners, "I'll see you sometime soon, okay? Say hello to Malosim!" And she walks out with vigor, making people happy is its own little high.

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