Logs:A Not-So-Breather
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| RL Date: 18 May, 2013 |
| Who: E'sren, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: The day after Lujayn makes her show of alliance, Telavi comes to consult with E'sren. He has klah, and also, information. |
| Where: Ahruth's Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 10, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'zin/Mentions, Lujayn/Mentions, N'gan/Mentions, Quielle/Mentions, Sabella/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions |
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| It's a pretty quiet morning, this morning. One of those lulls between one thing and another, probably breakfast and the next drill, for the weyrlings. E'sren takes advantage on his ledge, his ledge, with a mug of klah; he's sitting on the blue bench, one leg bent over the other, ankle atop knee. Ahruth isn't there at the moment, but it isn't uncommon for the dragon to be off doing his own thing, they never have been the clingy sort of pair. The ledge has that view of the lake and shore, and it's that view that the bluerider currently contemplates. Distance is a convenient thing. If a nearly toothless bronze is trying and failing to hunt down a penned-up wherry without resorting to just landing on top of it, if there's a wing that's just forming up by the lower caverns before Tillek sweeps, if there's a weyrmate bellowing from a ledge about something the other woman's forgotten until her blue finally circles back for it... they may be things that Solith and Telavi notice as they fly through it all, but the closer they get to Ahruth's ledge, the quieter all of that gets and the more Solith's wingbeats even out, enjoying. Of course, that also means there's a young green dragon circling right into the middle of that pleasing view, a familiar enough circumstance that Solith doesn't so much ask first as give missing Ahruth a by-the-way. Wherever he is, Ahruth 'hears' Solith's greet and her approach and sends back a return and a 'be right there'. Solith is so much fun! And E'sren, well, he might get a clue from the blue or from the fact that he can see her coming, but he's ready for it either way. There's plenty of room on the ledge for several dragons of her size so she won't have any issues there, and E'sren leaves the ledge for a moment to disappear into his weyr, coming back out with another mug that steams gently in the chill morning air. "Hi," he offers the greenrider, along with that second mug and a squinted smile. By then, Tela's already dismounted and Solith's stretching, muzzle to her forepaws and hindquarters in the air, tail swishing and so undignified with her wings every which way. It's convenient that it's such a roomy ledge, and maybe even more convenient that Ahruth takes at least a little while to get there, so she can more or less tidy herself back up in time. Even then, her wings are still floppy at their tips, untroubled by brushing against stone or out over air. Telavi's busy reaching for that mug with both hands and a quick, sunny smile. "You're already making the morning so much better. Is this an actual breather?" "I think it might be. I don't wanna say, might ruin it." E'sren grins and turns to go back to the bench, inviting her over with, "Wanna sit?" Whether it's yes or no, he retakes his previous position and reclines. It's right around then that Ahruth shows up, his hide blaringly blue in the fresh light, and backwings a couple of times to scout out a good landing. Finding one, he slips into it easily and nudges at Solith with his cheek. As for why they're here? Neither seem inclined towards wondering just yet, which must mean they don't need a reason. Of course Tela has to make a show of glancing around, as though someone might have overheard and be all set to de-breather it, before slinking over to perch next to E'sren in a way that takes just moments to become a more natural pose. It's as though that blue paint just demands relaxation and a lack of affectedness, or maybe that's just the view. Tela more warms her hands on the mug than actually sips from it, and she keeps half an eye on Solith and her nudging Ahruth back but with her tail this time, but mostly she's looking out over the lake. Maybe this is their whole reason for showing up at all. It wouldn't be the first time. True, Telavi's visits haven't been so rare that E'sren hasn't come to get used to them. The three of them have probably had a few lunches together on one ledge or another, or just klah or tea. The friendships didn't end at the barracks. If Telavi is just going to enjoy their companionable silence that's fine by him, and he watches the dragons and checks the view in turns, calmly sipping from his mug and thinking his own thoughts. Eventually though, as Ahruth settles in next to the green, he does ask, "Everything okay?" "Right at the moment." Tela could emphasize that last word more than she does, just a brief lilt that lets her move on. One thing weyrling life has taught her, or perhaps it's Solith-life, is appreciating even quiet moments. But, "Was it just yesterday that weyrwoman Lujayn showed up? Rielsath was so much fun. I didn't know queens could be that way." It's half an echo of earlier words, but Tela says them half-marveling as though they were new all over again. Oh yeah, Rielsath. The name is familiar thanks to Ahruth, and of course history records, but E'sren shrugs all the same. "Yeah, Ahruth liked her a lot. She played with him. I don't think he gets to do that with a lot of the other dragons. I don't think they really understand him." The soft-spoken, brightly colored Ahruth is a lot of things, but he doesn't have the imagery and sense of self the other dragons have. Rasavyth and his bugs; Ghislaith and her creaky doors; Solith and her winds and flowers. "Not really sure why she was here, but... It's weird." Tela's gaze transfers to Ahruth once E'sren says his dragon's name, resting there as though the bright blue were a bright flower in his own right, if one that's tailored for speed. "Solith would have liked to have flitted about with them for longer," but the others are still so much bigger than she, and Tela had told her to be careful. "What do you think they don't understand? The weyrwoman," that much at least Tela can attempt to comment on. "You know how some people are saying that she should be Weyrwoman here, even though a brown flew her? What I heard is that she wasn't takeover...y... at all. Just visiting? So maybe that will make things a little easier, if she doesn't want it," though something in her voice starts to sound a touch sad. High Reaches isn't wanted. Ahruth is falling asleep, don't mind him. His eyes are drooping but he still manages to curl a little dragon smile for Telavi when she looks at him, even if it's not an actual expression and just how his face looks already. He rests his chin down on Solith's shoulder, then drops it to the floor of his ledge. His tail curls with hers. "People say a lot of things," is E'sren's ambiguous reply. He shrugs again and takes a drink to pause for consideration. "I don't know anything about this stuff. Where I come from we don't put too much thought into the motives of leaders, so long as they don't meddle." Pause. He looks over at her, picking up on that note, and nudges her gently with his elbow. "She has her own Weyr. And we want it, right?" It's a comfortable thing; Solith doesn't so much as twitch, just yawns against Ahruth's neck and lets her eyes close, too... not that they aren't usually single-lidded, daytime, but now it's naptime. Tela's caught in a yawn, too, one that that nudge blinks her out of. "Do we?" She hesitates. "I mean, is it our to want, instead of just... being here? Where I was, at Benden... it's not as though we paid much attention, us in the lower caverns, it's not like it affected us direct-like, you know? I hardly ever saw weyrwomen or wingleaders or wingseconds, even, and I certainly never talked to our Weyrleader except maybe a word or two. But this silver thread thing." She eyes hers, might pluck at it if it weren't for that being too much work. Also, she has klah to drink. Which she does. "Well yeah. I mean, we're riders now. It's different. We talk to the Weyrleaders, the Weyrwomen, we get to decide if we wanna stay or not. I mean if we didn't want to stay we could just transfer out. Right?" Not that it's as easy as he makes it sound for this example, but. "One day we might even be leading some part of it ourselves. You know? So yeah I think we can want it. Maybe even make it better somehow, if it needs it." E'sren is still learning, still trying to pay as much attention as he can. "Maybe," though Tela sounds doubtful. "Not for Turns and even then... Let's not talk about transferring, anyway." Not now, says her tone. She looks into her klah, and then up at the sky, squinting at its patchy clouds. "But anyway, you're right, we're more involved now... which is why I'm paying more attention than I ever used to, who wants what, who seems like they do, what people talk about. Which orders 'should' be followed. Like those riders who didn't show up for the run-through over the Holds? And so maybe people didn't believe it should be done because they thought it would make the Weyr look bad or were lazy or whatever but I hope not just lazy, so they didn't do it, but there were holes and things got through and that made the place look bad too and I need more klah." Not a request for a fill-up, she's instead having another swallow of what she's already got. "That's the hard part, people say so many things." E'sren should be used to these tangents, and he kind of is? But he still has to watch her while she's speaking as if that might help him really fully grasp the words and follow them along. His eyebrows are drawn together at first, but towards the end they lift when he realizes just how much she's been thinking about. "Um," he starts, pauses, thinks. "There's more klah inside," he offers, to stall. "People do say a lot of things. I think that the wings flying over the Holds like that was kind of awkward. Kind of like a 'you still need us' gesture that didn't go well. I don't know a lot about that either. I've been trying to talk to Z'ian about stuff but... I dunno, I never know what I can talk about, like what's okay." He trails off and shakes his head, at a loss as to what else to say. She shakes her head for the klah, only then it turns into a sort of tilt, so maybe? Maybe later. "It was," Tela agrees for the awkward at least. "They write some things up for us, things that happened, but you're right, it's weird, it's like we learn some things and those are just pieces of what's really going on and not what's connected to the next all the way down. But if you find something out? I don't know what's okay, but I think better you talk to him than have all of us clamoring after to tell, tell, tell. And you'll tell us," Tela really shouldn't have to check, with her sideways glance, but she can't seem to help herself. She sighs. "Well, Sabs and me, anyway. N'gan... it's going to get harder for Quie, she'll need us. And the way you and K'zin have been," he can complete that, maybe. Him and K'zin? E'sren was giving her a nod about him telling her whatever he hears from Z'ian, but at the mention of K'zin he stops nodding and hesitates. Hm. "It sucks that that happened to N'gan and Quielle. It made me feel a little weird about... everything else." Nothing specific. Just everything. As for the bronzerider? Whatever E'sren is about to say he's careful about, and maybe he wouldn't say anything at all but hey, why not. "Be careful about him, Tel. Just... be careful." "Everything else?" It's a quiet question, she doesn't put much weight on it, not even the weight of her gaze. Tela's just looking at her klah. And drinking it, sometimes. Soon enough, there won't be much left to look at. When E'sren continues, she does finally glance up, and with the angle of her head it's through her lashes, but there's no flirtation in it. Softer, "What kind of careful?" It isn't an accusation, but she wants to know. Wants to know if she needs to know, maybe. Yeah, everything else, E'sren's lack of reply seems to say. She said it, he doesn't disagree. He's instead going to reply to her other question, return that look she's giving him with the same type of look he always gives her whenever he's worrying about her, that of the concerned big brother. She'll know this look well. "Whatever kind of careful. I basically told him to give Sabella some space because he got her all upset the other day and he said he'd keep 'extending her the hand of friendship' even if she wanted him to stop, and that there might be more tears in store. It was fucking weird. And I mentioned you, and he said something like how all the girls know what they're getting into. I dunno, he just... he creeps me out. It's almost like he just wants to take whatever he wants and do whatever he wants regardless of if it upsets someone." That look. That doesn't bode well. Telavi doesn't look away from E'sren, she's not guilty, except for the part where... "'Hand of friendship.' Of course." She's shut her eyes, she's sinking back enough that the back of the bench is her headrest, now. "Oh, Sabs. That sucks. That was the one time, right? Where after," but then Telavi's eyes open, bright barely-green blue. "Wait. More tears? She didn't mention that." E'sren can go on talking about the rest, but she's fixed on that. "Yeah," E'sren replies strangely. Something about what Telavi just said... "He kind of came off as a... I dunno, like a stalker or something. Like I was just trying to tell him that if he ever made her cry like that again I wasn't going to ignore it, and he came back at me so mad about it. It was like he was mad I was getting involved. I know he's young, but I guess I wasn't really expecting a temper tantrum." He pauses here in this blunt, honest recount to eye her. "She told you about this already." No question about which 'she' he means. Telavi keeps looking right back at E'sren. "Some of it. Not the crying part," but there's a touch of resignation pulling at her mouth, like she's used to Sabs not telling her about some of those super-vulnerable bits in so many words, like she's had to deal. And if it distracts him from 'after,' so much the better. "I'm glad you had her back, E'sren," and Tela's careful with how she's put that emphasis. "Question is, do you know that I know? Do I know that you know? I think she'd prefer it if we didn't." Conspire. He considers that for a moment, then quirks his mouth down. "Yeah but you're our best friend. It isn't like I'm talking to anyone about it. It isn't like I'm bothered by the idea of you guys talking about any afters." Maybe he didn't miss that so much, and he mentions it with significance, and a little smirk too. Then he's briefly quiet again, thinking over what she's said. "I don't feel all that awesome about talking to him about it. I know she didn't want me to, now, and I think I knew at the time too. And he acted so weird about it all, it just made it worse. But... it's done now." But that's probably enough of that, and he turns their conversation instead to other topics, like aerial maneuvers and the different wings, and who might be up next for wingleader and wingsecond. |
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Comments on "Logs:A Not-So-Breather"Eliv (Eliv (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 19 May 2013 22:18:02 GMT.
I wish I had more time when this scene happened to get more into N'gan/Quielle! Next time~
Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 20 May 2013 03:15:46 GMT.
Aww. E'sren just wants the ladies he cares about to be safe.
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