The worst of the worst
Who: Essdara, Ginella
Where: Lake
When: Evening, day 12, month 11, turn 1 of the 7th Pass.
Comment: My worst scene to date, for a variety of reasons. First, I was supposed to drop information that I failed to drop. My leadup to it utterly failed as I was completely thinking of the wrong person. That rattled me, and the scene devolved quickly after that before being ended when we both realised it was not going to get better. I include it for completeness sake.
It's around dinnertime, late enough that the main mass of people have finished eating, but still early enough that the caverns are busier than the southern end of the bowl. Ginella's come out for a walk, by the looks of it, since Aneleth is meandering up the shoreline nearby, but for now the goldrider is standing still, head tilted up as she lifts a hand to wave to a pair that have just taken off. Brown, maybe bronze, that's about as much detail as is possible at the speed they're moving, and she soon drops the arm and turns back to survey the lake.
Essdara is on the rocky mass of the beach, enjoying one of the last days the weyr may get where the bowl will be, to the locals at least, pleasant. She has apparently just finished some form of excercise, to judge by the sweat on her, and is currently doing some cooling-down stretches, though she seems to keep getting distracted by the water.
Ginella seems pleased enough by the weather, or maybe she's just sort of smiling in general as she wanders her way down the beach to meet the gold. "Oh, hello Essdara," she says as the girl suddenly appears in her line of vision, and she glances around quickly to see if there's been any other audience she'd missed. "Out for a run?"
Essdara looks over towards the goldrider, and smiles brightly. "Sure was. Not many days left where we can get out here and be able to enjoy moving, and I plan to make full use of them before I settle in for my winter weight gain. How're you and yours today?"
Ginella nods, looking around at the weather some more. "True, true. I got mine in this morning. Probably go another round before bed... we'll see how things turn out." Another random smile that only widens at the question. "Good! Aneleth's great, as you can see, and I am, too. Really good. You?"
Essdara grins, "Oh, I get by as best a simple, boring cook can." She winks. "Had someone trying to convince me the other night that being a cook was boring and I should have higher asperations in life. I so totally didn't know how to react to that."
Ginella smiles back at that, nodding a bit, though she stops and raises a brow. "Oh? Well that's different, I guess. I wouldn't think being a cook would be boring, if cooking interests you, but of course if you wanted to aspire to... something else, you could... What did she think you ought to be doing?"
Essdara says, "He didn't say, really." She shrugs, giggling. "I think he realised after a few moments just how insulting he was being. It was very cute to watch. I've a fondness for people who share my ability to say the absolute wrong thing without realising it.""
"Huh," Ginella replies, "Maybe it just came out wrong, I guess? Trying to compliment you or something and it ended up... not." She grins a bit, "So long as he realized it and it was cute, I guess that's what matters."
Essdara shrugs, and turns to look at her more fully. "It was, yes. Sometimes I hear the oddest things from people, always amuses me to no end. So anyway..." A quiet moment as she watches the rider a bit. "Anything else of interest been happening? I fear my source of gossip in the Caucus has been absent lately, more's the pity. Been rather lonely with her gone."
Ginella leans against Aneleth's side as the gold lumbers up and sits, shrugging a bit. "Well, maybe you could just aspire to Head Cook," she suggests with a smile before thinking a minute and then shaking her head. "No real Caucus news that I know of," she admits. "Just the usual people saying things they shouldn't, Nadine flirting with some boy she wasn't supposed to flirt with, the Headmaster asking people to do odd things..."
"Exactly! That is exactly what I plan to be, someday! Not for a long time, but still." Essdara chuckles. "The headmaster. You were mentioning him the other day, and some of what you said surprised me. Is he really that bad?"
Ginella grins. "I wanted to be Head Laundress. And then maybe Assistant Headwoman, if I was really lucky," she admits a little sheepishly. A hand comes up to brush at her hair and she shrugs a shoulder about Sefton. "I don't know that he's bad," she backpedals, "He's just... You kept saying he seemed nice, and that's not true either. He's not nice."
Essdara shakes her head a little bit. "But he did seem nice. I mean, I only met him an hour, but he was... He treated me like I was worth talking to, not just some stupid servant sent to deliver a tray of food, you know? There are plenty of people who see me that way, as you saw the other day."
Ginella just keeps shaking her head. "He can /seem/ nice, but he's not. I'm not trying to say that he's bad, or always mean or anything like that, but he's not... he's not somebody you trust, even a little bit. He probably just talked to you because he was in the mood to talk and found it amusing, somehow. That's what he does: whatever he finds amusing at the moment."
Essdara shakes her haed, "I guess. He asked me to come back, though." Her voice is defiant. "I don't think he would do that if it was some passing amusement. And he repeated the offer a few days later, at breakfast. But, I will bear it in mind, ok? I guess it's just nice to have someone else who doesn't see me as a silly little girl. Just because I'm young doesn't make me that."
Ginella just shrugs again. "I'm just saying," she says, "He's just... he does politics. That's his thing, it's what he does. He doesn't do anything or learn anything or say anything idly. That's all I'm saying." She seems a bit frustrated, glancing at Essdara for a second as if noticing how much of a little girl she is, then shrugs again and shifts a look up to Aneleth.
Essdara catches the glance, and frowns a bit. "I'll bear that in mind." She repeats, a bit frostily. "Anyway, I should probably go back inside. I've things to do yet tonight. It was nice seeing you, ma'am."
Ginella nods a bit more. "Good," is all she says, then nods again. "Yeah, I need to go get some work done. Nice seeing you, too. Enjoy the rest of this weather." A quick, more friendly smile, and she and Aneleth turn to go.
Essdara nods, and turns, heading back towards the caverns.
Where: Lake
When: Evening, day 12, month 11, turn 1 of the 7th Pass.
Comment: My worst scene to date, for a variety of reasons. First, I was supposed to drop information that I failed to drop. My leadup to it utterly failed as I was completely thinking of the wrong person. That rattled me, and the scene devolved quickly after that before being ended when we both realised it was not going to get better. I include it for completeness sake.
It's around dinnertime, late enough that the main mass of people have finished eating, but still early enough that the caverns are busier than the southern end of the bowl. Ginella's come out for a walk, by the looks of it, since Aneleth is meandering up the shoreline nearby, but for now the goldrider is standing still, head tilted up as she lifts a hand to wave to a pair that have just taken off. Brown, maybe bronze, that's about as much detail as is possible at the speed they're moving, and she soon drops the arm and turns back to survey the lake.
Essdara is on the rocky mass of the beach, enjoying one of the last days the weyr may get where the bowl will be, to the locals at least, pleasant. She has apparently just finished some form of excercise, to judge by the sweat on her, and is currently doing some cooling-down stretches, though she seems to keep getting distracted by the water.
Ginella seems pleased enough by the weather, or maybe she's just sort of smiling in general as she wanders her way down the beach to meet the gold. "Oh, hello Essdara," she says as the girl suddenly appears in her line of vision, and she glances around quickly to see if there's been any other audience she'd missed. "Out for a run?"
Essdara looks over towards the goldrider, and smiles brightly. "Sure was. Not many days left where we can get out here and be able to enjoy moving, and I plan to make full use of them before I settle in for my winter weight gain. How're you and yours today?"
Ginella nods, looking around at the weather some more. "True, true. I got mine in this morning. Probably go another round before bed... we'll see how things turn out." Another random smile that only widens at the question. "Good! Aneleth's great, as you can see, and I am, too. Really good. You?"
Essdara grins, "Oh, I get by as best a simple, boring cook can." She winks. "Had someone trying to convince me the other night that being a cook was boring and I should have higher asperations in life. I so totally didn't know how to react to that."
Ginella smiles back at that, nodding a bit, though she stops and raises a brow. "Oh? Well that's different, I guess. I wouldn't think being a cook would be boring, if cooking interests you, but of course if you wanted to aspire to... something else, you could... What did she think you ought to be doing?"
Essdara says, "He didn't say, really." She shrugs, giggling. "I think he realised after a few moments just how insulting he was being. It was very cute to watch. I've a fondness for people who share my ability to say the absolute wrong thing without realising it.""
"Huh," Ginella replies, "Maybe it just came out wrong, I guess? Trying to compliment you or something and it ended up... not." She grins a bit, "So long as he realized it and it was cute, I guess that's what matters."
Essdara shrugs, and turns to look at her more fully. "It was, yes. Sometimes I hear the oddest things from people, always amuses me to no end. So anyway..." A quiet moment as she watches the rider a bit. "Anything else of interest been happening? I fear my source of gossip in the Caucus has been absent lately, more's the pity. Been rather lonely with her gone."
Ginella leans against Aneleth's side as the gold lumbers up and sits, shrugging a bit. "Well, maybe you could just aspire to Head Cook," she suggests with a smile before thinking a minute and then shaking her head. "No real Caucus news that I know of," she admits. "Just the usual people saying things they shouldn't, Nadine flirting with some boy she wasn't supposed to flirt with, the Headmaster asking people to do odd things..."
"Exactly! That is exactly what I plan to be, someday! Not for a long time, but still." Essdara chuckles. "The headmaster. You were mentioning him the other day, and some of what you said surprised me. Is he really that bad?"
Ginella grins. "I wanted to be Head Laundress. And then maybe Assistant Headwoman, if I was really lucky," she admits a little sheepishly. A hand comes up to brush at her hair and she shrugs a shoulder about Sefton. "I don't know that he's bad," she backpedals, "He's just... You kept saying he seemed nice, and that's not true either. He's not nice."
Essdara shakes her head a little bit. "But he did seem nice. I mean, I only met him an hour, but he was... He treated me like I was worth talking to, not just some stupid servant sent to deliver a tray of food, you know? There are plenty of people who see me that way, as you saw the other day."
Ginella just keeps shaking her head. "He can /seem/ nice, but he's not. I'm not trying to say that he's bad, or always mean or anything like that, but he's not... he's not somebody you trust, even a little bit. He probably just talked to you because he was in the mood to talk and found it amusing, somehow. That's what he does: whatever he finds amusing at the moment."
Essdara shakes her haed, "I guess. He asked me to come back, though." Her voice is defiant. "I don't think he would do that if it was some passing amusement. And he repeated the offer a few days later, at breakfast. But, I will bear it in mind, ok? I guess it's just nice to have someone else who doesn't see me as a silly little girl. Just because I'm young doesn't make me that."
Ginella just shrugs again. "I'm just saying," she says, "He's just... he does politics. That's his thing, it's what he does. He doesn't do anything or learn anything or say anything idly. That's all I'm saying." She seems a bit frustrated, glancing at Essdara for a second as if noticing how much of a little girl she is, then shrugs again and shifts a look up to Aneleth.
Essdara catches the glance, and frowns a bit. "I'll bear that in mind." She repeats, a bit frostily. "Anyway, I should probably go back inside. I've things to do yet tonight. It was nice seeing you, ma'am."
Ginella nods a bit more. "Good," is all she says, then nods again. "Yeah, I need to go get some work done. Nice seeing you, too. Enjoy the rest of this weather." A quick, more friendly smile, and she and Aneleth turn to go.
Essdara nods, and turns, heading back towards the caverns.