DragonsFire - Azarin - Thursday, May 09, 2002, 11:50 PM
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[-IstaLC-] Kyla enters from the Weyr's bowl, outside.
[-IstaLC-] Kyla walks into the cavern with a bounce in her step and actually
whistling. Ugh. "Evening.." she greets passing riders with a simpering
sweet smile and finger waggling. "Oh hi Y'lar, you are looking nice today."
Broad wink accompanies the compliment, only to be returned by the blue rider.
Good day. Plate is gathered and she picks up a few pieces of red fruit, grapes
and berries. Skirt rustles as she moves through the crowd to get a tall glass
of white wine. Turning to find a seat, she ends up near Jania.
[-IstaLC-] Jania flicks a quick smile at the woman who just joined her. She scoots down a seat, swiping her greasy fingers haphazardly on her already ruined pant legs before snagging her plate and sliding that down a bit too. She mumbles a muffled, " 'Lo." around her mouthful of food.
[-IstaLC-] Kyla doesn't sneer at the clothing abuse going on right in front of her, no she does a civil pleasant thing. "Oops!" she giggles, "Seems you forgot a napkin." The fabric is dropped next to her, "There you are. I always grab two." She settles into her seat and take a dainty sip of her wine. "Never know when you'll need one."
[-IstaLC-] Jania gulps down her mouthful with a swig of wine (not Benden, of course. You never /swig/ Benden.) "It's okay. I don't think a little more dirt will damage these clothes anymore." she gestures at the sadly abused outfit. Pointing at her plate, she suggests, "You should try these. It's a recipe from my home hold that I shared with the cook."
[-IstaLC-] Kyla peers over at the plate. "Um. What is it?" Besides greasy. A few cubes of redfruit are eaten before she frowns lightly. "Have we met?" Never hurts to ask after all.
You leave the candidates barracks.
[-IstaLC-] Jania wrinkles her forehead while she considers both questions. Pointing to the food, she says, "That is grilled herdbeast ribs in a hot sauce, and actually, I do think we have met in passing, but I don't think we were introduced." Prudently not offering her messy hand, she nods politely, "I'm Jania. I make perfumes and such."
[-IstaLC-] Kyla taps her nail on the side of her glance and thinks for a moment. "Hm. I think I've seen you in the caverns before. Anyway, I'm Kyla." And that's enough of an introduction for her now, on to the interesting part. "Perfumes? Really?" Yes that would be excitement.
You head into the Living Caverns.
Living Cavern (#2070J)
This is the vaulted, high-ceilinged main gathering area of Ista Weyr, where riders, residents and drudges congregate to socialize and make merry. Or even just to eat. Long, sturdy tables fill most of the cavern in neat rows, two of them hemming about the hearths that line the northeastern curve of the cavern. Sideboards by the kitchen entrance groan beneath a constant burden of food and drinks, kept fresh by the cooks and lower caverns staff.
Jania and Kyla are here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl Kitchen Lower Caverns
Jania hides a smile. She seen that expreesion before. She nods nonchalantly. "Custom perfumes, matching sweetsands, lotions, and shampoos, also other beauty aids."
Jania
Jania is a short legged bustling woman. Under her baggy clothes it is hard to tell whether she is voluptuous or just fat, although as she moves her tunic clings momentarily to otherwise hidden curves. She often wears a faint smile, her soft green eyes twinkling as though inviting others to join her in laughing at some private joke. Most of the time she wears her brown hair haphazardly tucked into a bun. When she wears the sunstreaked mass down, it is thick and unruly, with the bottom edge unevenly hacked off just below her shoulders.
The sleeveless grey tunic has seen better days. At one time it was obviously a good quality sleeved tunic, but now darker bands along the sleeves and neckline show where trim has been frugally picked off and reused elsewhere. On her legs, the same can be said about the cropped trews that fit dismayingly snugly, due to an apparent laundry accident that also involved multicolored dyes. The badly scraped and worn lightweight sandals on her dirty feet fare little better. Behind one ear she has carelessly tucked an immense blue flower that exudes a poerful sweet fragrance. None of this explains the long scratches on her arms and legs, or the faintly manic grin that keeps slipping across her face. Roanoake looks decidedly disgruntled, and is sitting hunched on her shoulder, his eyes still whirling faintly red. Roanoake regards you, perched atop Jania's shoulder.
Jania is 31 Turns, 8 months, and 23 days old.
She is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Roanoake
Whooeee!!!
Balancing a large tray of various ingrediences, Azarin moves slowly, very slowly toward the nearest table, sliding the tray onto the top, letting out a sigh of relief. Good, he hadn't dropped anything on his way from the kitchen. Looking around, he notices a few people and he offers waves to them and motions to the candidate following him to place his tray next to his. "Right there, Derik. You didn't drop anything, did you?"
Fruit is forgotten as Kyla leans forward. "Really? That sounds wonderful. What scents?" Hands nearly clap together in glee. Azarin's entrance is noted though, with a brief glance. Cute..but young. Hmm.
Kyla
Copper-caught auburn curls fall to midback and if one looks closely a few silver tinged streaks mingle as well. Pale green eyes sparkle from her deep Istan tan that dances over high cheeckbones and helps mask the feathering of fine lines scattered over her face. A perpetual smile seems to hover over her full lips, as if her lifemate is chattering to her constantly. Slight of form, narrow-boned, she stands but five feet tall; her voice is a contrastingly rich, alto accented by the subtle burr of Crom's foothills.
Cool and relaxed, Kyla's white tank top is covered by a blue sisal shirt, hanging open in an attempt to battle the Istan heat. Beige linen skirt wraps her neat waist and falls to mid-shin. Simple weyrhide sandals protect her feet from the rough bowl floor.
Kyla is 37 Turns, 5 months, and 14 days old.
She is awake and looks alert.
A tan dances across her cheeks and the tip of her nose is sunburnt. Someone's been away..
Jania notices the cute, but, alas, young candidates too. Ah, and it looks like he might be trying her recipe for the ribs too. That deserves a smile, and she smiles broadly at the young man, probably leaving him totally bewildered. She hopes he likes spicy food. As Kyla, "I do several flower scents, including seasonals like redfruit blossom, also some tropical flowers. My favorite blends include some musk bases from the Southern continent."
Lanara has arrived.
"Just get back to the kitchen, Derik," Aza tells the younger candidate, waving him off as he himself slips into a seat in front of the trays, surveying them with a careful eyes. Now, where to begin. Pulling Derik's tray closer to him, he picks up a paper-wrapped something, lifting it to his nose to sniff it. Pepper? That would go in the pepper jar then, wouldn't it? Getting that from his own tray he screw off the top and un-wraps the paper, then dumps the spice into the jar.
Kyla watches the, eyes flicker to the knot, male candidate playing with the spice before turning back to Jania. "I think I might be interested in that last one." Eyes sparkle, "I'm typically female and you have to pry me out of the bath." She takes notice of the pepper pot opening, "Don't inhale that." she warns.
Lanara walks into the room from the lower cavern. She heads over to the sideboard and grabs herself a meatroll and some juice. As she munches on her snack, she turns to look about the room. She washes down the tidbit with some juice and decides to find a seat.
Lanara
Lanara is a plain looking young woman. Wavy hair surrounds a heart-shaped face. The ink black locks cascade down her back ending just below her waist. Her face is tanned from many hours of work in the outdorrs. Freckles abound on her nose and cheeks which have a natural pink blush to them. Her jade green eyes are framed by thick lashes and sparkle when she laughs. Her mouth is wide with a full lower lip. Her body, while willowy, is borderline on boyish. Where most women her age have curves, she is slender. Not an ounce of fat does she carry on her athletic body.
A simple knot of orange, black and white shows her status as Candidate at Ista Weyr.
She is wearing a long dark green dress that has a modestly cut square neckline and which swishes gently as she walks. Her sleeves are long, resting on her wrists and are accented with gold trim...the same trim that adorns her neckline. Over the dress she is wearing an ankle length vest of a lighter shade of green which is fastened by a single clasp just above her waist. On her gfeet are soft shoes that match the dress. Her hair is split into two braids which are wrapped around her head.
Lanara is 19 Turns and 5 months old.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
happy
Jania doesn't notice the boy...man? with the pepper,and looks briefly confused until she follows the direction of Kyla's gaze. Ah... back to the potential sale. "I completely customise my scents for the customer. If you like what I make, you can be assured it is an exclusive just for you." She pauses. Now how to say the next bit diplomatically. "Of course, I do have four standard scents, one for each season, that are available immediately." Not to mention not as expensvie or exclusive.
"Huh?" But the warning has come too late, and Aza lets out a tremendous sneeze, luckily averting his nose from the open jar before things come out of it. "Thank you.. Ma'am," he says, wiping his nose in his tunic, grinning crookedly as he put the lid on the jar again. Glancing at the rider again, he stops for a moment, thinking back and thinking that he's met this one before. Swallowing a lump, he return to the task at hand, inspecting the next package. Much better. This one contains cinnamon. "This is nice," he mumbles to himself, finding the jar marked with the appropriate label.
Kyla blinks and shakes her head at the outburst before returning to Jania. "Custom? Really. Do you have patchouli? And do you do lotions? Or just bath stuff.." She frowns at Aza, "You sure you know what you are doing over there?"
Jania winces as the sneeze volleys around the cavern. That had to have hurt. Nodding at Kyla, she murmurs, "of course. Patchouli, sandlewood, orchid, musk, and lavender, to name a few. I do matching lotions, massage oils, everything can be scented to match." Mentally, Jania starts tallying up the potential order here ,and she fights to hide a smile. The Weyrs are some of her best customers, especially for the oils.
While searching for an empty seat, Lanara sees Kyla and waves to her to get her attention. She would like to join the group, if they will let her, but her shyness keeps her from going over there. She cranes her neck to see who else is at the table.
"With the spices?" Azarin asks, looking up at the question from Kyla. "Oh, yes, ma'am. Both my folks're vintner's, 'n so's my sister /and/ my brother. They know a lot about spices. And I learned some too. And this is really just putting 'em into jars, y'know. Not hard at all. Just read the label, 'n all. The packages has 'em and the jars has 'em, so I can't really make any mistake can I?" And Aza is rambling again. About spices no less. And his family. Which he usually never does. Picking up the next package he shows the rider the clear label saying 'cloves', "see, this goes in here," he continues, taking the 'cloves' jar from the tray. "I /do/ know how to read, y'know?"
Kyla was all over that in a moment. "Oils?" Eyes widen and her grin becomes downright wicked. "Oils we can do." Oh ya. "Well, Jania. I believe you now have a commission for some bath salts, lotion and the oil." Concentration flickers over her face, "With Patchouli, sandlewood and perhaps some vanilla?" The last is a question, seeing if Jania has any suggestions. As Aza starts babbling on about spices, she latches on to the part that is important to her. "Cloves! And cloves. Those smell good too." Another canidate is spied lurking on the fringe, "Hey Lanara."
Jania cringes at the suggestions Kyla is throwing at her. Not a good combination for her. She already has some ideas..hearing Kyla speak to someone else, she pulls out a distracted smile and wave for the other woman to join them also. "Ah....I have some ideas....let me run to my pack and bring out some possiblities."
Lanara slowly walks over to the table and pulls out a chair. She sits down and places her cup on the table. She nods hello to Aza and turns to Kyla. "What is all of this?" she asks as she waves a hand over the table. She picks up a package and plays with it, turning it over and over in her hand.
Vanilla. That's what Azarin hears and he digs around the tray to look for the sweet-smelling spice. "There's vanilla here," he calls out to Kyla, waving the small package in the air, showing it to her with a look of pride on his face. Holding it up to his nose, he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and letting a smile coming to his face, "it does smell nice, doesn't it?" Opening his eyes again, there's Lanara sitting across from him. "Hello, Lanara."
Kyla grins at Aza, "It does. One of my favorite scents." She watches Jania retreat for the apparent tools of her trade before fielding Lanara's question. "That one.." the nod to Aza, "is doing chores, refilling the spices." A small sip of her wine is taken before she cants a grin at Lanara, "What chore are you doing?"
Lanara puts down the package and picks up another. "Hi, Azarin. How are you?" she says as she fiddles with the other packages. She fidgets in her chair, very out of character for her. Usually she is quiet and reserved, but she seems as if she is a bundle of nerves. Unable to keep still, she puts her hands in her lap to still them.
Lanara then turns to Kyla. "I just finished cleaning greens in the kitchen, ma'am. It is an okay chore, but I..." she sighs. "I feel as if I am full of energy and need to do something more to work it off. Not that I need more chores, mind you, but this evening, I just feel the need to let loose."
"Why not help, Lana?" Aza asks, motioning to the packages on the trays, "they just go in the jars that match the label on the package." Taking the next, he points to the label marked 'pepper', he frown slightly and mumbles to himself; "more pepper?" then looks up at Lanara again, smiling at her. "Well, this goes in here," he says and point to the pepper jar, taking the lid off and keeping the jar far away from his nose. "Be careful with the pepper. It'll make you sneeze."
"Azarin?" Kyla echoes, latching onto the name, accompanying it with a broad smile. "Just don't mix the cinnamon and the pepper. That'd be bad." She drops a wink his way before returning to Lanara. "Hm. I happen to know what you mean." The rider giggles slightly, "But I don't know how to help you." That wouldn't get Kyla in heaps of trouble. Half empty wine glass is raised, "This is my helper tonight."
Jania reenters the cavern, and deftly snags a tray from the sideboard before rejoining rider and candidates. Humming to herself, she roots in the solidly packed bag as she seats herself. Pulling out paper packets sealed with a twist at the top, she frowns at them before tucking them away. "Not haircolor," she murmurs to herself. Ah, here we go. She pulls out a small leather bag that clinks as she sets it carefully down on the tray. Within are small glass and ceramic vials sealed with carved wooden stoppers, that she carefully lines up on the tray. Glancing up at Kyla, she says, "I have a few ideas...if you aren't busy."
Kyla shakes her head at Jania, "No please. Show me what you are thinking."
Seeing the vials, Lanara leans forward in interest. She didn't have much contact with oils and perfumes at her cothold, but since coming to the weyr, has had chances to try new things.
Jania slides a small ceramic bowl in front of her, and quickly pulls four small glass vials out, and one larger ceramic bottle. Noticing the other woman's interst, she beckons her closer. "I don't bite, and you can't smell from there." As for Kyla, Jania studies her for a second, then frowns and puts one vial back replacing it with three new ones. "I think you need a bit more complex scent." she explains.
Cinnamon and pepper? A less responsible candidate might latch onto that suggestion and use it for a prank, but not Aza. Noticing Kyla's wink, he fumbles with the pepper-package and rips it open so that a cloud of pepper surrounds the candidate. "Atchoou!!" it comes from inside, over and over, and suddenly a thump as Aza tries to escape the sneeze-inducing spice by getting out of his chair, but falling out of it instead. "Ouch!! Atchoo!!"
Kyla blinks at the incoming cloud and quickly grabs her glass and scoots away. "Ugh." Then she moves further, or rather closer to the entrance, "Oh, crud." Wave is sketched to the others and a quick nod to Jania. "Yes..yes.. Whatever you think." This is accompanied by a sigh, "I need to go see about Niabeth." Or rather stop the green from chewing on Ilanth out the in bowl. Proddy greens do the oddest things. And with that she's gone.
OOC: Kyla says "Sorry."
OOC: Kyla says "I need to go."
Kyla walks out of the Living Caverns into the bowl.
OOC: Jania says "Sorry-I've got to go- my little
boy just threw up all over the place!!!!! Ack!"
OOC: Lanara says "bye!"
OOC: Azarin eeps.
OOC: Jania says "Bye.."
Jania is taking her computer downtown to drop it off
the Sears Tower. Kerplat!!
Jania has disconnected.
OOC: Azarin s'poses the RP's died? :/
OOC: Lanara says "Guess so."
OOC: Azarin says "Oh well.."
*** Disconnected ***