Logs:Adjusting and Avoiding
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| RL Date: 14 October, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Akluseth, Keysi, Neianth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Some things are said, some aren't, when two friends briefly touch on a difficult subject. |
| Where: Dragon Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 2, Month 1, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Light snow |
| Mentions: R'hin/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, M'kris/Mentions, Bristia/Mentions, Destina/Mentions, Nita/Mentions |
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| Neianth lays in one of the couches nearer the large pass between human and dragon infirmary. He's not injured, though he looks quite used to being here, likely a side-effect of frequent visits throughout (and beyond) weyrlinghood with all his self-derived challenges that aren't always quite met. Regardless, he's very still, faceted eyes that whirl slowly in passive blues partially lidded. Keysi stands inbetween the two infirmaries, leaning against the wall, chatting with someone just around the corner if anyone sees the brownrider from the dragon infirmary side. It's not a terribly energized conversation, whatever it is. The tones are neutral, business-like, and some phrases dropping quieter than other. The journeyman around the corner lifts an arm that can be seen, gesturing back behind the girl with words louder that can be heard from the man, "Bring 'em back when you're done." Akluseth moves slower, tail swishing out widely behind him as he mantles his wings. Flicker is perched between his shoulders, chattering away at him happily, the two apparently having made up over the course of the last few days. Edyis trails behind, her hair knotted up messily. and looking generally rumpled. Dark eyes rest on Neianth first, and brows furrow. When the Savannah rider turns, her hand lingering on the wall before pushing herself away from it to start walking back into the large room, the small blue firelizard can better be seen clung to the furred rim of her darkly hued, well-worn flight jacket's collar. Keysi's distracted in looking in the direction the journeyman had indicated, a desk a variety of patient records, a few books, a satchel meant for mobile first-responder undertakings. But she doesn't quite get there before Neianth, seemingly in the midst of his meditation, rumbles deeply. A greeting, but also an announcement of their clutchmate's arrivals. Pale eyes look beyond the brown as Keysi straightens to examine the other brownrider from afar. "Are you alright?" Likely in meaning of a more physical sense in this first question. A deep rumble is offered in greeting to the smaller brown, while Edyis surveys the items on the counter as she makes her way over. "Fine, just need to get some redwort and numbweed for a few minor sore spots." Edyis explains before looking at the kit again. "How's everyone doing?" Hers meant in the non physical sense. Even as the green takes off and lands on her shoulder. There's another question she starts to ask, but her mouth closes. Keysi considers Ed for an extended few moments, studying her with that typical unreadable expression, before turning to complete the distance to the desk and begin looking over the records collected there. "Picking fights?" Could be almost counted as a tease, though it's hard to tell with her level tone. Her question is met with a likely expected tense quiet, an interval in which the tiny blue creature crawls upwards to be settled more fully on her shoulder to watch better Flicker, Akluseth and their person. But she sighs at the end of it, a shoulder lifting in an uneven, unenergetic shrug. "As to be expected. With everyone leaving soon." She pauses, though the hesitation is played off as reading the heading of one of the scribblings she's come across, "Have you had a chance to talk to any of them?" Of Savannah, she means. "Poorly fitted straps." Her attention drawn for a moment by the brown. "I checked in with Bristia, and the others. Nita hasn't decided if she's staying or going yet, last we talked." There's a moment, where she pauses, those dark eyes unreadable, as her hand rests on Akluseth's throat. "I hate how it happened, but it's hard not to be a little bit happy for them. The way they were thrown out of Monaco, after all these turns of exile, they finally get to go home." She frowns, "Whatever they do to him, he deserves far, far worse." An oddly flinty edge to the words. "Haven't had a chance to check in with Destina, but then I'm not sure she would have anything to say to me either." Edyis sighs. Neianth shuffles his wings unnecessarily, the leathery sound rather loud in the- fortunately- not very well occupied cavern. Keysi manages not to glance at him, though the crease in her brow gives away that he said something. "Hope you made new ones? Or do you want help with it?" And beyond that, as if in the same realm of subjects, "Some had their families move here too. And given the current situation, not everyone wants to." But with who, she's avoidingly vague. There's another short sigh, "Yes, he does." The brownrider lets the pages go, closing the heavier hide cover of the bound record. When she turns back to Edyis, it's with the same level expression, but a more open posture, "How have you been coping?" Neianth unlids his eyes as Keysi changes her tune, angling his own gaze towards Akluseth, « Has she been? » Coping, he means. "I remember, the day they left Monaco. About as clearly as I remember the day R'hin finally fetched me back to Reaches." Edyis swallows a moment, then shakes her head. "Change is always hard, but Irianke and K'del aren't without compassion. I'm sure a case could be made for those who "want to stay, but it's also a chance at a new start too, to fix the things that were so broken there." Riders go where they are sent. She exhales slowly at the question, a dark brow arching. "I'll survive it." She answers. Waves lap gently at the smaller brown's thoughts. « No, but... » He seems hesitant, « She is getting better, she is not alone. » Neianth's ripples are slow, rhythmic, and continue even when projections of words do not follow. That open 'touch' of mind, sharing. Feelings, very muted like distant echoes, slip along the ridges of the tiny waves, of loss, of leaving, of confusion, of anger. So many things. Nothing specific. But open, to Akluseth. Keysi watches Ed as she speaks, intense gaze still such but maybe softed a degree. Almost two, even. "Harder that you knew him for so long. In the same note, good that you could have. I know we haven't spoken as much-" As they used to, her trailed off voice seems to say. And a pause follows as she sorts the offer she intends to give, "But you can talk, if you need it." A beat, and she shrugs again. "Yeah, we've all been given the opportunity to choose," is said on their 'leaderships' compassion. Those tiny waves become larger ones, currents of emotion curling beneath, similarly vauge but undoubtedly shared. "He changed his locks." Might seem like an odd reply. "It's ok, you warned me as weyrlings remember?" She smiles then, a crooked thing. "I wouldn't know what to say," Edyis admits with a pained expression. "You lost him too. You are loosing Savannah," She stops, then swallowing. "Not that you've ever been much of a talker, but if you need someone to listen, I'm here Keys." There's a pause. "Anyone decided yet?" Keysi looks back over her shoulder towards the doorway between infirmaries, as if looking for anyone listening. As if it matters. When she turns her attention back, pale eyes watch the floor instead of Edyis, and she leans against the desk with her hip, folding her arms. She's steeled in this, but not enough time has passed. "You've heard a lot more from me than most have." She starts, a brow raised slightly in a hint, a sprinkling of amusement. Not that anything about the subject matter or the cave-in she references vaguely are funny. "I'm losing a family." She corrects carefully, "I'm staying. I already spoke to K'del. Telavi, unless she changes her mind, will be here. And with her hands full." Of new weyrlings. "The rest," A hand lifts from its fold to gesture 'I don't know' before tucking back against herself. "They still have time." If not much left, to decide. "True, but I chalk that up to looking totally harmless." Edyis teases, something of her usual grin slipping back into her expression. It's at the words losing a family that Edyis stares at her with a shake of her head. "If you think a little thing like an ocean is going to stop them from being your family, you clearly haven't spent enough time with them yet." Edyis notes fervently, though she's careful to keep her voice low enough not to carry further than the two of them. "It won't be the same, maybe, but I promise you they will still be there. Even if the wing gets disbanded the instant they land in Monaco. Those ties are for a lifetime." Edyis is unyielding on this point it seems. "This is just a little push out of the nest, to test your wings." Keysi allows a ghost of a grin to turn the edge of her lips. "Harmless." She echoes, glancing up at Ed in a curiously accusatory way. "Not quite." But when she starts to talk about the separation, she's blanked to neutral again, letting her attention drift away. The once-healer doesn't respond for quite awhile, not quick to agree. Not quick to appear comforted. But not outright disagreeing either. "There's ... a lot that will go with them. Flying out to play games, have a round with them.. Sure." She shakes her head, "And we will." Is determinedly attached to that, "But there are different types of ties. Hard to explain." The last piece seems a dismissal of the thought, and the subject is switched in consequence or need, or both. "They did plenty to test wings." She gives Ed that much, at least, before going on, "Are you doing well with yours?" Snowdrift, she implies. Grins, "I did say looks, I'm getting a little rusty though I admit. I seem to recall you kicking my ass frequently enough." And there's a nod when Keysi speaks again, in understanding. Of Snowdrift, there is a wash of neutrality, "Well any credibility I had with Mielline vanished the second day I didn't show up for drills, I'm fairly sure." Edyis admits, a little ruefully. "Haven't really found our stride there though, nor the direction we even want to run in." Edyis laughs a little, "You expect something to give you a sense of purpose and it just winds up leaving you feeling that much more adrift." There's a pause, thoughtful. "Maybe the problem is not knowing where it is I wanted to go in the first place." "And you didn't show up because-?" Keysi straightens, letting her folded arms fall back to her sides, and moves behind the desk to reach the containers behind it. A smaller, clean jar is separated, and she begins scooping a small amount of substance from first a red and then white-filled stock jar. She's listening, she is, but doesn't appear to find a quick response. "Snowdrift is a good place to experiment." She offers, clicking the cover back on the numbweed jar. "It feels like a lot longer, but we are only half a turn out. As long as you feel adrift, you aren't stuck somewhere you shouldn't be." That, Edyis doesn't answer, watching those jars instead curiously. "It feels like forever," Edyis sighs almost wistfully. "You learned that word from Telavi, I know it." Edyis glares playfully at the word stuck, but there's a more relaxed shrug to accompany it. "Just not sure what it is we want to do anymore. I don't know what I want to do anymore. No more plans left, no more outlines. Everything from this point on is just blank pages." There's a shrug, "Experimentation never hurt anyone I suppose. Just seems a little daunting figuring out where to start." "Forever and not long enough." Keysi agrees, slightly mumbled as she finishes what she's doing and turns back with the now-pink salve in hand. "I learned a lot of things from Telavi." A beat, "Learning." A shake of her head follows the apparent mistake of word, "Maybe one of these new kids will give you an idea. I haven't been around the Weyr enough to talk to any of them at length yet. Do you like any of the candidates in particular?" Her head tips to the side at Akluseth, "He pick any of them?" She lifts the jar slightly to bring attention to it, "Anything deep enough that's bad?" She seems to mean the chafed parts of Akluseth's hide, "Can't give you this without an evaluation anyway, but it'll save you time after he's looked at." It's set down on the edge of the desk, left behind. Edyis laughs. "He went and picked out a Journeyman starcrafter, she's... well you know how Telavi is bubbly? Multiply that by about twenty. And you know how I am about books? Mutliply that by about twenty and you'll have the level of passion for her craft." There's a thoughtful tilt of her head, then as she thinks about the others, Faryn of course but I haven't really gotten much of an impression of the others yet." There's something that might suggest guilt, "No, thank Faranth, but I need to be more mindful of his straps." There's a look from the brown, a nudge at his rider's back that has her shaking her head. "You wanna do the evaluation, or can you?" "Not working," Keysi says that as if there's a 'yet' that might be implied, a very strange look on her face that has the fleeting edge of a grin. And the reason that matters for a friend? She waves a hand at the records book. "It's good to have passion. We'll see if she keeps it if she gets a second mind in her head." Neianth stirs at that, tilting his head as he begins to rise. Wings partially furl, it being fortunate there's no dragons in the couches beside him as he spreads them a little excessively. « There are always distractions. If it is worth it, they will not be enough to deter. » Comes the ripples, easy, serene for the moment with the reflective pool otherwise calm, if blank in its mirror. "I hope so, it's kinda refreshing all that enthusiasm." Edyis grins, "Seriously, you'll see what I mean when you meet her, her name is Pia." There's a deep sigh and a glance up at her brown. A hand goes up to brush against his neck. "Our ledge is always open to you two, you know. And I suppose if you need someone to kick around in the sparring ring there's always that too." There's a pause, "I usually go for a run in the mornings, before drills, used to do it with him back before I impressed." There's a glance over at her friend then, "Don't suppose you'd care to fill in as a running buddy?" "Our mornings didn't start early." Keysi allows a mildly pained expression, a hand lifting to rub at the back of her neck as she moves to join Neianth after his shared 'wisdom', the brown rising to move to finish off the distance. The two moving in that balance they've always had. "I guess I should work on that. I doubt R'vel will be open to morning meetings at lunch time." An exaggeration, but the joke is made more obvious by it since her tone doesn't change. She lays a hand on her dragon's neck, the blue Shen sitting on her shoulder making combinations of low growling-hissing noises at the jostling. "Maybe not every morning." She gives with a quiet clearing of her throat that could be the edge of a laugh, "But I'll take you up on that." A beat, "We should get going. You take care, Ed. Have Akluseth give us a call if you need something." This seems earnest as they begin to head back towards the snow, though somber in its undertone. |
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