Logs:A Blank Hide
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| RL Date: 19 May, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Quinlys |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis has a request. |
| Where: Weyrlingmaster's Office, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 6, Month 11, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
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| It's after normal duties are done that Edyis makes her way into the weyrlingmaster's office. Her spine held as straight as a steel rod, her strides purposeful and rapid. No room left for hesitation or doubt, nothing yielding in her stance or carriage and yet, "Do you have a moment, Weyrlingmaster?" Ink dark eyes are searching out the bluerider intently, awaiting her answer. Quinlys can often be found in her office following the day's classes; she likes to be on hand to answer questions, and to keep an eye on late afternoon and early evening activities. Were there no weyrlings about, she'd probably lounge, but today both feet are on the floor, the bluerider herself hunched forward over the stack of reports she's working through. Blue eyes lift, studying the weyrling in turn. "Edyis. Of course." Edyis sucks in a breath. "Can we start over?" It's earnest and perhaps even a touch apologetic. Not, plainly, what Quinlys was anticipating (if she had any expectations at all). She's silent, setting down her pencil and leaning back in her chair, arms crossing beneath her breasts as she considers Edyis. "Why?" she prompts, betraying-- for once-- no particular emotions. "Once a hide is full, it has to be scraped to use it again." It might sound like the start of a lecture on record keeping except: "It was wrong, to come into your training program with a full hide." The words falter only faintly, as though their utterance costs Edyis something in the saying though she pushes past them. "I am here to learn if you are still willing to teach. If you are willing to give me a second chance." Quinlys is silent and-- apparently-- unresponsive as Edyis speaks. It's when she finishes that the bluerider shakes her head. "It's not that you can't have a full hide, Edyis," she says, picking up the metaphor. "It's that every new thing in your life requires a new hide. Some of it covers over the old, or is enhanced by it, but you still have to start at the beginning, because sometimes the building blocks are different." Now it's a mixed metaphor; if she's noticed, she makes no show of it. "I'm always here to teach. That's why I'm here. If you're here to learn, prove it." But her nod? That's approving. If the one-time scribe notices the mixed metaphor, she seems content to let it go., nodding quietly as Quinlys speaks. "Then, as someone with a blank hide," she pauses her lips pressing together slightly. "Where do you suggest I start?" "Keep an open mind," advises Quinlys. "Start everything without a preconception of how you think it works. Ask questions, and offer answers when you think you have them, but make them genuine questions-- make sure everything is about learning. Don't show off." Beat. "Remember, Edyis: you're not being ranked. You're not in competition with anyone. All I care about, all any of the weyrlingmasters care about, is training everyone to be an effective, useful dragonrider, both in skill and attitude. That's all that matters." Her mouth opens but closes just as quickly, brows pulled together faintly as the thought is bit back. Rather than speaking she nods. "May I be excused?" Quinlys is plainly not thrilled by those indications of a thought bitten back, given the way her own brows draw together, but she doesn't push it. "Of course. Have a good evening, Edyis." It is a neat salute, and rapid stride that carries the dark haired weyrling out of the office. |
Comments
Faryn (02:16, 20 May 2015 (EDT)) said...
Brilliant. I love the metaphor(s), however mixed they were. <3
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