Logs:Alida's Involvement
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| RL Date: 22 January, 2015 |
| Who: Alida, K'del, Rasavyth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Alida follows up on K'zin's lead. K'del is not impressed. |
| Where: Weyrleader's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 19, Month 11, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Drex/Mentions, Itsy/Mentions, Simiron/Mentions |
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>---< Weyrleader's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr(#1716RJL) >-----------------------<
Rank certainly has its privileges, and among them are amply appointed
apartments. The short flight of stairs from the Weyrleader's Complex opens
up into the larger of two chambers, formally decorated and clearly
designed to cater as much to important guests as the occupant's personal
living. Old, but obviously expensive, llama wool rugs dyed blue-and-black
cover the stone floor, leading towards the second chamber, the stairs, and
the rush-filled dragon couch and ledge beyond it. A formal seating
arrangement - a sofa and chairs, all blue-and-black - sits around a large,
tiled fireplace, whilst along the other wall, a finely made, if now
somewhat antique, desk sits between a bookshelf and a tall cupboard to
which tack-hooks have been attached, riding gear arranged neatly inside.
Two tapestries hung from the high walls depict overdone splendour for High
Reaches Weyr, one a long view of the snow-covered bowl, and the other a
hazy impressionist piece of dragons flaming over a springtime countryside.
The inner weyr, made up of a sleeping cavern and a private bathing area,
is smaller and cosier and distinctly less ostentatious. An oversized
wooden sleigh bed fills much of the space, the mattress piled high with
overstuffed down pillows and comforter, their covers dyed in varying
shades of navy blue, light blue and bronze. There's a nightstand on either
side, both with reading lamps, and against one of the other walls, a tall,
heavy wardrobe made from a dark wood that matches the bed. The bathing
area is part of the same cavern, a folding screen shielding the toilet and
slightly raised, double-sized bathtub built into the stone, and a small
shelf holding toiletries, shaving equipment, and clean towels.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Alida F 26 5'7" Athletic, white-blond hair, Clear green ey 30s
K'del M 34 6'4" slender, toffee hair, baby blue eyes 0s
----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------
Complex Ledge
>----------------------------------------< 19D 11M 36T I10, autumn night >---< The bronze is contacted by his grandson, Ilicaeth's sands puffing in under Cadejoth's mental door and scouring along his chains in heated blasts of desert air. « Alida wants ta' talk with K'del. The sooner, th' better. » His rasping baritone is somehow both genial and business-like, flashes of mica reflecting temporarily within furnace-hot winds that make golden sands gyre. (Ilicaeth to Cadejoth) « He's in a meeting, » is Cadejoth's answer, after a moment's pause. The rattle of chains acknowledges Ilicaeth, sharing with him a sense of the sky above; the Weyr below. He's up on the rim again. « I'll let you know when he gets back in? It shouldn't be long. » (Ilicaeth to Cadejoth) The blue's vantage point moves from his scouring, yet stony earth up farther up towards the sky with Cadejoth, Ilicaeth rather forwardly skimming a quick 'piggyback' ride with the bronze mentally, though he doesn't intrude on the other male's mental processes. It's the guard/warrior in the desert blue; his perceptions cast out to gain a quick low-down on the welfare of 'their' skies, though his facile mind replies with a more grounded, « Aye-aye... » Captain Bligh. Upon his own ledge, Ilicaeth conveys the word to his rider, both of them hunkering down some to await a summons. Cadejoth doesn't mind sharing; why should he? It's his Weyr, whether or not he shares it with those around him. Some fifteen minutes later, the bronze shuffles his wings and extends a tendril of chain back towards the blue. « He's on his way back to his weyr, » he tells him. « And expects you. And says-- 'thanks for waiting.' » Down on the ground, K'del makes his way - unseen - from the council chambers, climbing up the stairs into his weyr two at a time. Ilicaeth rumbles a hint of dark humor at the possessivness of one dragon over a Weyr that is made up of so many dragons, the blue mentally shrugging, then replying, « We're comin'... » in a ripple of sand, then putting his words into motion. Not long after K'del's moving towards his private weyr, Alida's climbing down from her lifemate's neck, and moving towards the Weyrleaders' suites...her steps not too long behind the man's. And, while outside, Ilicaeth lands on the bronze's ledge and flumphs himself down there to watch and wait, Alida clears her throat when further inside, then announcing low, "I'm here." Hopefully he might recognize the blonde's terse alto, by now. "Alida," say K'del, half-turning on his step and then beckoning the bluerider up. "Cadejoth said you needed to speak to me? Come on inside, where it'll be at least a little warmer." Not that the autumn weather is freezing, yet, but... it's still a chilly day. "What did you need?" he adds, as he leads the way in to the weyr, heading immediately towards the hearth to stir up the flames. She's glad for some respite from the chill of the day, Alida nodding her silent thanks to K'del once she's stepped inside, and moving over towards the hearth nearby the man. As usual, the woman launches directly into her reasons for being here with a slightly cautious, "Heard you might have need uv' someone with my talents...looking inta the reasons behind Aishani 'n Iesaryth." Her expression is guarded, just a little pinched as green eyes flick over to assess the Weyrleader's reaction to her 'news.' It's an immediate reaction, and physical: K'del reels backwards, nearly sending a piece of cromcoal flying over the floor (he saves it at the last moment; no fire on the rug, phew). "What?" he says. And, "Who told you that?" The sudden tension of his expression is a pretty good indication that, well, she's not far off the mark... but that doesn't mean he's thrilled to hear it. Yep; his reaction is quite telling. Alida merely watches, then rolls one shoulder almost blithely before she moves, stoops to retrieve that hunk of coal, and return it to K'del. "Someone already involved, so *they* said..." And if her expression is any indicator of 'they,' the bluerider has no love lost for that person..her lips thinned, eyes snapping a little. "I'm willin' ta help my Weyr...but somehow I get a feelin' I might be riskin' our lives at some time. So I wanna' know the details, as they'd pertain to me." Not every single bit, of the 'plan,' of course, but whatever might touch her and Ilicaeth. K'del accepts the coal, adding it to the fire more carefully this time. It may be that having something to do, something solid, is helpful at this moment in time; in any case, he's slower to answer. "He wasn't supposed to tell anyone," is what he does say, finally, which could mean he's guessed who she's talking about; or perhaps it's simply process of elimination. "What did he say he thought you could help with?" This time, he glances back at the bluerider, brows half raised. "Supposed to' and 'did' aren't exactly the same conditions..." Alida notes flippantly, the woman staying near the fire to leech whatever warmth she can while here, her gaze shifting only occasionally from K'del to it, then back again. "Investigation, I'd figure." Though not her personal forte, she *is* trained in more than the basics of such, given the bluerider's former 'craft.' Chains rattle. « Why did your rider tell Ilicaeth's? » And then, further; « What did your rider tell Ilicaeth's? » (To Rasavyth from Cadejoth) K'del's gaze narrows, warningly, for that flippancy. "Investigation," he repeats, dubiously, as he draws himself away from the hearth and into one of the nearby chairs. "Can't see why he'd figure that. The last thing I need is more people poking about trying to be sneaky. Or not sneaky. Either way." Beat. "It's not that I don't appreciate you being willing to help, mind, I'm just... he was explicitly told not to tell anyone." To Cadejoth, Rasavyth is different. Would Cadejoth remember? The first question barely penetrates the bronze's inner focus. When it does, there's annoyance first. He was busy. But this is his Weyrleader, so, he casts his focus graspingly toward the second question. The shimmers of ooze that don't hold any mimicked chains freeze a moment - processing - consulting - and then finally, the tenor purr that sounds somehow less polished, « My K'zin says your K'del said if the man's information proved correct we, the Weyr, would need to know where to find him. My K'zin does not track people who wish not to be found; Ilicaeth's has training for that. » Simple enough, he thinks, though there's not really an opinion on whether or not this idea of K'zin's (definitely all K'zin's, not Rasavyth's) was a wise one or not. « He told her little, left it to you to share what details you wish to or not. » Then there's nothing. No signature wrongness. Just, nothing more. Does he want to know ought or can he go back to what he was doing? To Rasavyth, Cadejoth is not amused. His rider, certainly even less so. « We will deal with him later, » he says, sharp to the point of cutting, and isn't that nothing like himself! He breaks the connection. She notes that narrowing of the Weyrleader's eyes, continues to observe him for other signs and hints, though Alida's reply is a perhaps oddly scathing, "Maybe he's just tryin' ta' get back in my good graces." Sneer. And *that* will be warm day Between. "I don't *try*..." the woman notes with quiet insistence. She *does*... the sneaky thing. Mostly. Usually. "S'up ta' you, uv' course...but I might have more access ta' places, people, an' information than a Weyrleader, bronzer, *or* civilian might." The blonde is intensely curious about this subject - perhaps glimpsable in the light within her gaze - but rather unwilling to offer herself up on a slab to anyone or anything to satisfy it, even her Weyr. Rasavyth is not trying to be funny, but nor is he trying to keep the weyrleader, eager to be left alone. « As you wish, » is there for him, blandly uncaring, not even about his K'zin. K'del's expression, this time, shows dubiousness; clearly, it's not that he's dismissing Alida's guard past so much as... her present access. Before he can answer, though, there's a pause, and a distance to his expression that suggests conversation with his bronze. "According to Rasavyth, K'zin thought you might be useful to guard the-- person in question," he says. His brows raise; he waits for her reply to that. She recognizes that look; she wearts it often enough, herself. Word of Rasavyth brings both a sour look from the woman and a slightly growly hint of sound out from Cadejoth's ledge, though Alida recovers swiftly and replies affably enough, "Even better." That's her strength, after all. K'del rubs at the bridge of his nose, exhaling deeply as he does so. "I'm going to kill him," he mutters, but it's mostly under his breath and largely abandoned, too, so that he can, instead, look back at Alida. "How much did he tell you about what's going on?" he says. It's something akin to resignation; she's here. What else is he going to do? "Good thing it's an Interval..." the woman murmurs quite casually to word of killing K'zin, her hands cupping out towards the fire to pull its warmth towards her cooler extremities. Shrug. "Some things led ta other things... But don't ya think it's best, by now, ta tell me everything that's relevant ta what my part in this is gonna be?" Beat. "It'd certainly help expedite things. Lack uv' information can kill." Cue Alida's pointed gaze at K'del. "For fuck's sake," begins K'del, looking irritated; he's clearly not well pleased by that pointed gaze, or the words that accompany it. "I'm going to tell you everything I know, Alida. But I need you to work with me. I need to know what you know already, so I have a basis to build off of. I'm not going to leave things out, but I don't want you confused. Okay?" Okay; she'll cut him some slack. Puff. "In summation... there's a man who might have information the Weyr needs. Someone's needed ta keep track uv' 'im once K'zin's part is over." And that, good Weyrleader, is the gist." Alida knows both of them are sticking their necks out in a certain fashion, even now. K'del's expression remains warning. Whether or not he chooses to throw his rank around, he is effectively her commanding officer, and he won't tolerate backchat. "The man in question is a sailor, rescued during the storm. He's said some things that may mean he knows more than we do; information relating to Aishani and Iesaryth. We're hoping to find him work, and try and keep track of him until we can determine if there's more to his story. Once he's moved, it may be that you can be helpful in making sure we don't lose his location." Yeah, yeah... he is her commanding officer...damnit. That warning on K'del's features effectively keeps Alida from giving him any more of her suspect kind of witticisms, for now. More of the professional in her comes to the fore with the Weyrleader's communications, a subtly assessing cast slowly subsuming her features...highlighted by ruddy firelight. After some silent moments, a low, "The one with the sister and the attitude, 'r one uv the others?" Her nod is small, more a function of letting K'del realize she heard his last set of words. "Hm?" K'del doesn't seem to grasp the question, frowning. "What do you mean?" "There's a kid I brought in during that rescue... I think he's got a sister, from the chatter on the grapevine. Teen. Boy's got a bit of a 'tude on 'im..." Alida replies, a thin smirk touching her lips. She knows of her own attitude. "Can't remember 'is name, at the moment." Pause. "I think I heard they chose ta stay on here until somethin' better came up. Not totally the 'sailor' types." "Oh." K'del is enlightened... but only barely. He shakes his head. "No. The sailor in question's not at the Weyr any more, and he's older. Thirties or so, I think, from his file." He presses one hand into each of his thighs, almost as if he's about to launch himself from his chair, though he doesn't, in the end, actually move. "Not entirely sure when this whole operation begins," he adds. "Depends on when the other parts come together. But. You'll help, when it does?" A quirk of head from Alida is given when Drex is dismissed at the person in question, but she swiftly dismisses that incorrect 'fact' from her mind with another small nod and a tucking of her warmed hands under her armpits. There's a look for K'del's abortive motion, the bluerider's plaited head once again inclining with a certain sobriety in tandem with her alto, "Yes. I don' exactly enjoy the statistics 'Reaches is piling up, in regard ta dragonriders...especially golds." It goes against the guard in her. "Can't imagine anyone does," is K'del's reply to that; tired, even to the point of exhaustion. "All right, then. Once things're in place, we'll get you involved. I appreciate it." The forward tilt of his head is, as much as his words, a gesture of dismissal. She almost offers up some sarcastic, pithy bon mott to K'del's first words, but the memory of that warning look once on the tired Weyrleader's features secures Alida's mouth...for once. "Just keep me in the loop..." the blonde notes firmly, her head once again bobbing to the man's appreciation. "Don't thank me yet." Smirk. "Mine fer the sudden meeting." A casual, but proper salute given, the woman soon ambles off towards Cadejoth's ledge, where her lifemate quickly dips for a fast-mount, and sends them both skyward. They have a mutual date with an Istan bar and beach, this evening. |
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