Logs:A Morning Chat
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| RL Date: 28 August, 2015 |
| Who: N'rov, E'dre |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: N'rov brings breakfast for his meeting with E'dre |
| Where: Autumnal Eventide Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 2, Month 9, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Ebeny/Mentions, X'vin/Mentions |
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| Early enough that Hematite's not due for drills for an hour or two, late enough that E'dre's on his own, that's when N'rov shoulders his way past the curtain to the dragons' wallow. He's got a basket that's certainly promising, above and beyond the klah container that pokes its way out the top; the bronzerider gives brooding Wroth the eye before yelling deeper into the weyr, "Awake?!" Someone's cheerful. E'dre's response is a barked, "Come in!" He's settled on one of the two large couches within, his feet kicked up and resting on the table resting in front of it. He's yet to pull his boots on but otherwise looks prepared for the morning drills that are in Hematite's future. He waves N'rov towards the couch in encouragement when he spots the bronzerider. "Gimme the klah. I was up way too late." There are dark circles underneath his eyes but he seems otherwise cheerful. 'Up too late' has N'rov glancing at the side door; he's already striding on inside, taking the klah out along the way, holding it out to the other man like a sacrifice. "Weyrlings?" "I forgot what Ben's got them doing today, but she's already up and out," E'dre replies, tipping forward to reach and grab that klah. He draws it close to cradle against his chest as he inhales the smell. "Mm. Thanks," he adds before he sips. He resettles the mug against his chest as he tips his head back to look at N'rov. "What've you got to report this morning?" N'rov holds up a hand, and pours for himself first before dropping on the couch. While he's busy getting out the savories, particularly the double portion of baked egg-cheese-whatever, he deadpans, "Thought you'd want to know, I spent a while last night holding X'vin's sack." E'dre's face flickers from surprise to confusion and then finally on to anger as he stares at N'rov with his mouth half-open and his immediate reply stuck in his throat. He blinks once or twice and then manages to ask in a strangled voice, "What the fuck?" And N'rov's just sitting there, or rather, reclining there now. "See, he asked for it and nobody else would, and it was getting awkward. Man in need, and all that." He doesn't grin over at E'dre, but there's a hint of a smirk lurking. "You could say he owes me." "N'rov," E'dre's struggling to keep his voice civil, "I need you to explain yourself. The way you are spinning this," he tightens his grip on his klah and leans forward. "You realize how this is sounding." He leans forward; N'rov has a long drink of klah. "Couldn't resist," he confides, completely unrepentant. "Seriously, though: workout room, punching bag, thought you should hear it from me. Nobody got punched, so that's a good thing, right?" "I had an entirely different visual there," E'dre grumbles, rubbing his face with his hand partly out of relief. "I can't," he shakes his head, downing some of his klah to cleanse his mouth. "Why'd you bother? He's such a prick." Now N'rov smirks, and leans over to set the basket closer to the other man to work on his own portion. As to why, he shrugs; "Like I said, it was awkward, and I could fix it. And then, of course, we got along fantastically, he saw the light, and he's vowed to cater to your every need." The wryness on that last says,not really. Or, perhaps, not yet. "I doubt that," E'dre's reply is sour and he slouches back against the cushions with a sigh. "He's obviously preparing himself for a full take over here. You should've heard him when he was belittling B'ryl," he shakes his head and sips that klah. He never seems to go for the food N'rov brings to these meetings but he hefts himself forward to grab something now. "I wouldn't care if I could respect him. I don't." He grunts and takes a bite of food and looks to N'rov. He says that name, and something of N'rov's humor slips, if not the wryness; "I'd like to see him chatting up Hattie," he says first. "Or was she in on it, his coming here?" And then, "What happened with B'ryl?" "You know B'ryl, he's got a million stories. He was telling me about when Ulesanth chased gold and nearly won," E'dre waves his hand, dismissing the rest of that tale. "And X'vin had a few parting comments on that." He sighs, "Everyone acts like I want to wear this knot permanently. Do none of them see the sacrifices I have been making?" He shakes his head and finishes his klah. "Maybe I should transfer you to Flint. To spy on X'vin." "Ah, that one," and N'rov gets back to eating. The Flint idea gets a mumble and a roll of his eyes. "Maybe you'll get lucky," 'lucky,' "and Elaruth and the little one will rise at the same time, in a non-fighting way, and you and..." who to pick, who to pick, "Cee can each fly a gold. Just like Reaches, only we will have a battle in the ring." E'dre rolls his eyes and throws his hand through his hair. "Sure, sure," he grumbles. "That'll work out swell." He lifts a brow and considers N'rov. "It's not like it isn't a possibility you'd be Weyrleader. I suppose I'd stomach that." A sigh, then he refocuses. "What'd you think of X'vin then?" He can stomach that, but N'rov, he's got a grimace. "Don't think I haven't thought about it. Where 'thought' equals 'had nightmares.' You know I wouldn't have chased if N'muir hadn't wanted it," crazy man. "Not that it's easy to get the drop on Vhaeryth. X'vin, now, I think he hasn't a lot of support; I don't think he's going to let that stop him from what he does want; I think we're going to have drinks down the road, and I don't want you to think I'm selling you out." E'dre looks resigned as he admits to N'rov, "I think he has a few Holder's who support him. It's not the same, but it could mean something. With tithes. And perhaps he'll change more rider's minds that way here." He scrubs his face again and stands to go and pour more klah for himself and N'rov if the bronzerider needs it. "What d'you mean sell me out?" he asks, looking up and quirking a brow. "He probably will, over time. Tithes." Necessary, and N'rov was a holder once, but he never did deal with them directly; he may not be grimacing, but he's still not looking pleased. He finds a half-smile for E'dre for the klah, but, "If we do meet up, I want you to realize that it's just that, I'm not 'consorting with the enemy' or 'selling you out' or 'spilling all our secrets.' So don't get pissed off." "I'll try," E'dre answers drily, "to not get pissed off that you find that asshole's company worth your time." He sips his klah and looks away from N'rov, his scowl focusing on a distant wall. N'rov eyes him. "You're convincing me, you are." His exhale is audible. "If it's not so polarized, we'll have fewer people choosing sides, and you know people like to jump in on what's new a lot of the time. And that I can get along with people without wanting to introduce them to my mother." After a slight pause, he smirks; come to think of it, "Do you want to meet my mother? The food's good." It's N'rov's mention of his mother that draws a laugh from E'dre. "All right," he turns back, holding up a hand. "I'll tolerate whatever you choose to do with X'vin. Holding sacks and all." He wrinkles his nose, "I won't like it. But I won't pull your knot or throw a tantrum like you might've expected." He finishes off his klah and sets it on the table. "I figure we'd best get going." He stands with a groan as he stretches his arms over his head. "I'll wash up before I come see you, don't you worry," N'rov says dryly. But, "Thanks." He hasn't finished his meal, but he moves to wolf it down now, that and the rest of his klah. Time to fly. |
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Roz (11:05, 4 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
OH, N'rov.
X'vin (11:40, 4 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
/laughs until he cries into his tea
You guys are so silly. I am still going to win.
Alida (12:58, 4 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
- snickergiggles* Ahh... dear N'rov. Sack. PRICELESS. ;) :D
Jo (19:00, 4 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
This was lovely. Jo would approve.
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