Accosting a Random Stranger

Xanadu Weyr - Wanderin' Wherry Tavern

It is often whispered in the crowds that converge here, that a certain Weyrleader was asked what he wanted in the remodeling of the pub that was not so long ago given a refreshing. He muttered back over the rim of his ever-present mug, "I don't care what you do with the place, just so long as there is plenty of ale." With that in mind, cask after cask of ale lines the walls of the tavern, the remodeler's idea of a jest. As they age, the casks bring a real rustic atmosphere to the pub, along with the deeply wooden flavor that seems to be the theme throughout.

The lighting is dim, as it should be in all good pubs, and the tables and chairs are plentiful. A long mahogany bar, intricately carved with runner beasts, stands vigilant duty at the head of the bar, lined with stools for those patrons that seek the bartender's company.

While still early in the day it's late enough that several of those partial to bar food, or just a liquid lunch, have vacated the tavern, though there are still plenty scattered about who are either still engaged, or simply content to remain in the warmth rather than venture back out into the wintry chill outside. It could be a bit odd to see an apprentice's knot on the shoulder of a patron, but such is the case for one tall, amply-figured young woman seated on a stool at the bar. A crumb covered plate is all that remains of some sort of snack, situated near her elbow. Ashkeia sits sideways, her hand curled loosely around the base of a tankard, legs crossed and a notepad balanced upon her knee, though at this particular moment in time, she seems to be focused upon the tail end of a card game going on at a table in the far corner.

A rather odd looking man is suddenly making his way into the tavern, judging by his height alone, one would assume that he wasn't quite old enough to enter the tavern. In fact, one of the barkeeps looks over towards A'di, "Are you old enough to be in here?" A'di rolls his eyes and taps his knot, and proceeds inside, grumbling quietly to himself the whole entire time.

Ashkeia's attention is drawn away from the card game at the barkeep's question, idle curiosity in the lift of her brows. Her mouth quirks at one corner as she studies the rider, light brown eyes tracking his course. Not a shy one, she turns a little further away from the bar, leaning more heavily against it as she notes, "Could be worse. He could've just tried to kick you out without bothering to ask."

A'di snorts as he looks over towards Ashkeia, "Used to be people actually knew me here." He says with a quiet sigh towards Ashkeia, "Apparently I'm not that memorable enough, even given my height." He shakes his head as he stuffs his hands into his pockets. "Guess that's what I get for being gone so long." He looks over towards Ashkeia, "What about you, you're an apprentice, aren't you? Should you be here?"

Ashkeia tilts her head to the side, glancing at the barkeep over her shoulder before looking back to A'di with a shrug. "Perhaps he's new?" she guesses. If he is or isn't he doesn't choose to say if he's overheard, being occupied with taking an order from someone at the other end of the bar. "Would you believe me if I said that my apprenticeship is why I'm here?" She smiles, giving her notebook a little wiggle. "So long as I don't get drunk or let anyone take me home," she pauses to roll her eyes for the likelihood of that happening, "my Journeyman doesn't object to my being here. Ashkeia," she offers her name. "Glass painter and etcher. And you, oh recently returned one?"

A'di considers the barkeep for a moment, "Maybe, I don't recognize him." A'di says quietly, frowning over his shoulder. He sighs quietly, "Glass painter? If that's what you are, then why does it allow you to be here, are you going to paint the wine glasses or something?" A'di says as he climbs up onto a seat and wraps his arms over his waist. "I'm A'di, Dalasith's, this used to be my home ages ago, well, one of my homes. I've recently returned."

Ashkeia chuckles, adjusting her position again as A'di settles himself. "No," is her first, short answer, further words stalled by the lift of her tankard to her lips so that she can take a drink. "Well met, A'di," she chooses to say next, with an inclination of her head. Then the explanation comes. "People ask for all sorts of images to be painted or etched onto things. If I study different objects, different people and different scenerios, then I'm better able to provide a quality image that meets their request. I've been instructed to supply some concepts as if I'd been requested to do some sort of commemorative piece for a tavern so… to the tavern I come for inspiration." Humour crinkles her eyes at the corners as she grins suddenly. "Or maybe I'm just trying to spy on the new Weyrleader. Mind if I'm nosy and ask where you went? Just tell me to shove off if you do."

A'di tilts his head slightly as he listens to Ashkeia and he chuckles, "Well met, Ashkeia." He looks around the tavern, "Ah, I see, that makes more sense, then. Although I'm not sure I'd want a tavern scene on my glass, maybe a couple of books." He laughs, "Though I'm not even sure that I'd order a special glass, I don't really go drinking all that much. It goes through me too quickly, I can't hold my alcohol." He grins a little, "Oh, spying? Well, nothing wrong with spying either, though I haven't met the new Weyrleader myself." He leans backwards as he considers the ceiling. "Well, first I lived between here and Eastern, then I moved to High Reaches, then to Western, then to Fort, then back to Western, and now I'm back here."

Ashkeia lifts her notepad off her knee, sliding it instead under the elbow she's still got propped on the bar. A far more secure location for it to be in. "Books? You enjoy reading then?" she enquires. "Mm, that's one of the reasons I became interested in etching over painting. People seem more willing to have designs placed on windows or mirrors than on their dishes. Please tell me that it's not the food that brings you here?" If he can't hold his drink. She glances briefly at her own empty plate, grimacing slightly. "By all reports, you probably don't want to. Although there are some who seem to think he's all right…." She looks thoughtful a moment, then gives her head a shake. "Oh, my. That's an awful lot moving around. Do you just like to wander, or…?"

A'di nods his head, "Well, not just book, I like reading pretty much anything. I used to be a archivist, I guess you could say that I still do that sort of thing every now and then." A'di grins, "I love going through the archives and then trying to see if I can find a link in a book, I find it facinating sometimes. You never know when you'll find something captivating." He grins at Ash and then shrugs, "I just figured I'd wander around and I ended up here, I get yelled at if I stay inside all the time reading." He laughs, "So I make a point of getting out and talking from time to time." He shrugs a little, "As long as he can do his job, that's all that matters, I don't think I'll be meeting him." There's a soft shake of his head, "Well, at first I was shifted around between my mom and dad, then I moved to High Reaches, was searched…I guess you could say I have the travelling bug."

Ashkeia looks a little charmed as A'di starts in about his passion, a small smile caught on her lips as she listens. Lifting her tankard for another sip, she then shifts it to her other hand, fingers tapping absently against the side as she rests it on her knee. "You make archiving actually sound interesting. I always thought of it as a collection of dry facts and dates." Laughing softly, she rolls her shoulders in a shrug. "There's something comforting in the world of paper and ink, I think. Whether the fascination is with the written word, or the small details of life captured in images. It's probably a good thing there are people who will yell out reminders that life should be experienced as well as observed, yes?" Tap-tap go her fingers, and her smile widens slightly. "The travelling bug. That sounds like a good name for a ship, or maybe a children's tale. I can't really fathom it myself. I was perfectly happy at the Glass Hall after I left my Hold, and now I can't really think of leaving here. Though I expect I will, once I obtain my Journeyman's knot. I guess I just prefer being settled."

A'di laughs, "It may be uninteresting to some people, but I really genuinely enjoy it. I love going back, seeing the trends of what people sell and then reading about it to see if I can link facts and see why they did that. I especially love reading about back when thread fell, you should see how they managed what they had, it's amazing. If we could be that efficient today, we'd be set for a very long time." He closes his eyes, wrapping his arms behind his head. "I really enjoy reading, I love curling up with a good book against Dalasith by a warm fire. It's one of my favorite things to do." He chuckles quietly, "Well, it's not so much a person as it is Dalasith. He likes to remind me that there's people to galk to from time to time." He chuckles quietly, "You know, as much as I read, I've never written anything besides a journal for myself to keep my thoughts organized."

Ashkeia must be genuinely interested — she doesn't take the opportunity of A'di's eyes being closed to make a run for it. "That does sound sort of intriguing. I think I tend to be very much focused on the 'now' myself. What's past is done, and the possibilities for the future are always changing so you can only look so far ahead with any reliability. It's people that really fascinate me; what they think, how they perceive the world, their likes and dislikes." Shifting once again in her seat, she puts her tankard back on the bar and uncrosses her legs, straightening up as she stretches her back out a bit. "It's why I like to draw out in places where people tend to gather. Someone's bound to get curious, and it's a great way to get talking. Not everyone's as comfortable accosting random strangers as I am," she laughs. "The two don't always go together, do they? Enjoying reading and being a writer."

A'di smiles, "I really enjoy it, but enough me babbling on about that.' He laughs, "I've never really been much of an artist, so I really enjoy other people's work. You'll have to show me sometime, I'm curious as to see how it could work on a glass. What sort of paint do you use, does it chip off easily?" HE asks, looking curiously at her, "Well, I try to read in public sometimes, if it's not too noisy. That way if someone wishes to seek me out, I'm out and about and I can get some reading done as well."

Ashkeia shakes her head, "I don't mind your babbling. You're allowing me to see something in a new way. Thank you." An odd thing to say perhaps, but she means it. "I'd be happy to. Maybe we can do an exchange of sorts. I can show you my art, and you can share with me some of those fascinating archives about how people used to live. Ah. It's a special mix," she begins, a faint frown creasing her brow as she continues, trying to not get too technical about the differences of glass paint as opposed to other types. "And it can chip and wear over time, especially if the item in question is handled frequently or exposed to the weather. But it's fairly resilient to normal wear and washing, so no, it's not easy to chip off." She drops her gaze consideringly to her notebook a moment. "Yes. Reading really isn't something one can enjoy when there are too many distractions. A drawback, I suppose." She glances up at a too-loud laugh from the other side of the tavern, and with her attention diverted notices the angle of light when another new patron enters. "Oh flame it. Time's slipped away from me again I think. Please forgive me, A'di," looking back at the bluerider. "I have practical work to accomplish today as well, and my Journeyman has a poor view of tardiness. It's been a pleasure speaking with you."

A'di nods his head, "well, that's really all I babble about, I enjoy it, but that's just me. I find it facinating." He grins and then he listens eagerly as she tries to explain, "Ah, I see, so it's more for show than it is for drinking, then? I mean, I suppose you /could/ use it to drink, but then you're jeopardizing the paint." He rubs at the back of his head, "I'll have to look into that, it sounds interesting, maybe I might buy myself one, although I don't see the use in it, I'm sure Dalasith would love to have one. He likes things like that." He nods his head, "It was nice talking to you, Ashkeia, I hope that I bump into you in the future."

Ashkeia gathers up her notebook and hops off her stool, grinning. "Drop by the workshop some time. i'm sure someone would be happy to show you samples, if I'm not around. Clear skies." With a cheery wave and a grin, the apprentice quick-steps it out of the tavern.

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