Logs:An Honest Exchange
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| RL Date: 10 July, 2014 |
| Who: H'vier, K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: H'vier has been replaced by a pod-person. Probably. |
| Where: Hatching Galleries, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 19, Month 3, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Wind, rain, and snow combine to make for miserable, sleety weather today. |
| Mentions: Tayte/Mentions, Tahvra/Mentions, Yvalia/Mentions |
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| Hatching Galleries, High Reaches Weyr Ringing the southwestern side of the hatching sands are ample tiers of carved stone benches, the lowest of which is some six feet off the ground -- just high enough to separate wayward hatchlings from unwary viewers, and vice versa. A metal railing on the outside helps prevent anyone from falling off; it also extends up the stairs that lead the way higher into the galleries. While most of the area is open seating, ropes section off some of the closer tiers when dignitaries are expected; those areas even feature cushions in the Weyr's blue and black. The higher one climbs, the more apparent the immense scale of the entire cavern becomes. The dragon-sized entrance on the ground is dwarfed by the expansive golden sands that glitter in the light. Everything on them is easily visible from the galleries, whether that's a clutch of eggs and a broody queen, or simply its emptiness and the handful of darker tunnels that lead to more private areas than the bowl. Wherever one sits or looks, however, one thing is constant: the overwhelming, suffocating heat. The miserable, sleepy weather outside has made the galleries a popular enough hangout, this afternoon; K'del's not the only one who has brought his work in here, though the others largely seem to be leaving the Weyrleader in peace. Feet balanced against the railings, right at the front tier, K'del's attention is only half on the reports he's going over, while the other half is clearly spared for his dragon, whose restless tail wags upon the sandy ground (thankfully well out of the way of any of the eggs). The large bronzerider has a purpose as he makes his way into the galleries, pausing to get a general layout of people before he's continuing on along the front tier toward his vict-- er, toward K'del. He clears his throat once he's closer, but H'vier maintains a distance that might almost be considered respectful. Almost. But this is H'vier - and K'del, for that matter. Between his dragon's upward lifted gaze, and his own sense of movement (not to to mention hearing), it's pretty obvious that K'del is aware of the taller bronzerider's presence. Nonetheless, he still spends a few deliberate moments hunting through his papers before he actually acknowledges him. Finally, turning, his fair brows lifted: "H'vier." Does he even need to say 'what do you want?' H'vier looks professional, all decked out in his riding leathers. Damp enough to suggest he's been outside for at least some amount of time. And, hey, his knuckles have mostly healed from his fun had with the Vijays. "Sir. I want to talk to you about Tayte and... our daughters." Our. His and K'del's. Even now he doesn't sound like he likes having to say it like that, but not disrespectfully so. "Is now a good time?" This probably could have been relayed through dragons, so there's probably some reason he's asking it in person instead. K'del may not intend it, but surprise is - very briefly - visible in his expression, even if it's so-quickly followed by a narrowing of his gaze, eyebrows drawing in together. His feet drop back to the ground, no longer bracing themselves against the railing; with his hand, he silently gestures towards the row of seats, clearly an invitation. "Now's as good as any," he says, after a moment, cautious but not hostile. The invitation is accepted with a quick, "Thank you," as H'vier sits nearby. His gaze shifts out toward the sands, more to Cadejoth than the eggs there. "She wants them to come home. I want them to come home." Mostly Tahvra, probably, but it probably wouldn't help his case to single each of the girls out. "I need to know how to make that happen." And he's clearly under the impression that it's K'del's butt he has to kiss to make it so. Cadejoth, tail still tapping steadily upon the sand, lifts his gaze towards H'vier in answer, his eyes whirling slowly. His rider is even less expressive than that; he turns his attention away, staring up at the ceiling, and the mostly-obscured patch of blue (or - okay, grey) sky beyond. "Not my call," he says, evenly, after a few moments. "Not really inclined to encourage Tayte to bring them back, granted, but it'll be her decision, when it happens." Now, he chances a glance at the other bronzerider. "If it happens again, I will get you transferred, even if I have to take a dozen useless riders in return." H'vier turns his head from the bronze on the sands to look at his rider, eyes narrowed slightly in thought more than hostility. His own expression is difficult to read, but the fact that he's trying to have an actual conversation should count for something. Even if that's possibly a basic, expected skill for most people. "It won't happen again. It wasn't supposed to happen at--" He pauses, redirects, "She wants me to get along with you." "If it wasn't supposed to happen once, how the shells can you make sure it doesn't happen again?" counters K'del, perhaps more hotly than he intended. Perhaps that's the reason he doesn't leave space for the other rider to respond, and instead says, "She wants a lot of things. She wants you to be something you haven't proved you can be, yet. And you... whether I like you or not, whether I like it or not, you have a certain prominence, increasingly. Clutch on the way, Wingleader partly out of commission. There's eyes on you." The way he says it, that's not necessarily a good thing... for H'vier. It's mostly good that K'del doesn't give H'vier a chance to try answering that. For one, he doesn't have any particularly good answer to give. But, perhaps even more importantly, it doesn't give him a chance to get angry about it, even if he's more likely to be angry at himself than K'del. "I can be what she wants me to be. And I'm trying. You being so... sharding perfect all the time doesn't exactly make me look that great, either. The only issues have been about flights as it is." Other than, you know, the one thing. And some other things. But he makes it sound like it's kind of ridiculous, getting upset about anything involving flights. K'del's dismissive snort is timed to be right after the comment about his supposed perfection, which at least suggests he's not being dismissive of H'vier himself - yay? "If you'll remember, I've hurt Tayte plenty," he says, after the other bronzerider has finished speaking. "Right now, if I seem perfect, it's because I'm the unattainable one; the one she thinks she wasn't good enough for." Which, his tone suggests, is clearly bullshit. "But don't lie to me, or yourself, about it only being flights. For better or for worse, she loves you. Fuck knows I'd rather tell her to stay away from you forever, but she won't. So. It's on you." There's listening, then little else for several moments. Considering what H'vier says, it might just be that he's had to convince himself to actually say it. "I think it would be better if she stayed away from me forever. I don't want to hurt her. In any way. But I don't know what I'd do without her, anymore." It's only another handful of heartbeats before he asks, "Do you trust me? With Yvalia, I mean. I'd never hurt her. You know that, right?" The surprising honesty of that leaves K'del visibly unsettled, even troubled; the question only compounds that, drawing out a lengthy exhale that concludes in a set of pursed lips. Finally, "Don't think you're going to hurt her, physically." It's cautiously said. He even turns to glance at the other bronzerider as he says it. "But you've scared her a couple of times. That is something I can't abide." Cautiously or not, there's a small amount of relief from H'vier when that much is admitted. "I know. I was stupid." Stupider than usual. "But I'm getting better. I'm making myself get better. Reisoth thinks it's part of why he was able to catch Iesaryth, even." Because clearly his dragon is more credible than he. Never mind that he'd told Tayte that Reisoth wouldn't chase any gold but the one whose eggs are on the sands right now. K'del, his lips drawn together, inhales deeply through his nose, then releases it into an exhale. "Does he now." It's neutral, but somehow thoughtful at the same time. Finally, he shakes his head: "Look. Can see that you're trying. Appreciate it, even. For Tayte's sake, and for the girls. Doesn't mean I'm confident in your ability to follow-through, but in this situation, I'm supposed to be the doubtful one. I'm just saying: you hurt any of them, mentally, emotionally or physically, you'll lose everything you have. I swear it." It's the last comments that H'vier focuses on. Those are the important ones. He frowns at one in particular and looks like he might say something for a moment. But then he only nods his head and says instead, "I'd expect nothing less, Weyrleader." That might be it. H'vier even starts leaning forward to rise. But then he's hesitating and glancing over at K'del again. "I'm sorry, by the way. For," he lifts a hand to gesture at his own face rather than the other bronzerider's. K'del... K'del seems just a little confused - or is it uncomfortable? - with how this conversation is going. It's uncharacteristic. It's all wrong. It's... but whatever it is, he's apparently taking it seriously. H'vier's first remark gets a nod; a serious one. That second draws a notable, obvious pause - and then a second nod. "And me. Wasn't exactly our finest hour, either of us." His chin lifts, but he doesn't seem to have anything further to say. After a moment, H'vier nods. And then he's rising properly. "Thank you, sir. Have a good evening," is offered almost mechanically, but not insincerely, before the bronzerider is turning to make his way back through the gawkers and out into the bowl. |
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