Logs:Another Weyrling Altercation
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| RL Date: 26 April, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Farideh, R'van, Yesia |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: If anyone is holding their breath on the weyrling class getting along, they should probably stop now. |
| Where: Living Caverns, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 21, Month 8, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Laine/Mentions, Paz/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to change anything! |
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Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet, and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's offerings. Tapestries on the smooth walls -- some faded and others newly woven -- only slightly mute the sea of sound when a meal is in full swing, but they add cheerfulness augmented by the glowlight from wall sconces and the centerpieces of each table. Still, shadows always creep along the ceiling and into the mouths of the exits -- the myriad small hallways at one end of the cavern and, at the other, the twisting tunnel to the bowl near an array of coathooks and and hatracks -- and late at night, when the glows are allowed to dim, the chamber can seem very dark indeed. Edyis F 20 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 6m Farideh F 19 5'5 skinny, brown hair, hazel eyes 4m Yesia F 17 5'5" hourglass, red hair, hazel eyes 0s Dinnertime at the Weyr is no auspicious occasion, and is as usual, a casual affair, with many raised voices and a lot of chaotic comradery; not even for the weyrlings who are coming upon more independence in their second month. Still, sitting with one's peers is preferable, and it's at a table with more than half being weyrlings that Farideh chooses to sit. She has another brunette to her right and a tall, lanky boy to her left, but there are a few spots available across from her directly. Conversation is steered towards innocuous details about lessons, Quinlys' pervasiveness, and the ruckus the night before caused by a sleep-talking once-miner. While Farideh lends at least half an ear, she looks largely distracted by inner thoughts, rather than the whiny tones of her fellow weyrlings. At nearly a month old, Aeaeth has...not particularly gotten less clingy. Yesia's gentle cajoles to her green are sometimes very obvious, ending in not-quite-outbursts of frustration, but in the end, she always gets her way. This is important, with the independence they've been granted. It means the fledgling greenrider can once again show up in the cavern, to make eyes at the older riders and show off her newly shorn hair (courtesy of Telavi), which falls in pretty rings around her face. She settles across from Farideh without really realizing it; she's too busy making eyes at one of the brownriders (who is not making them back), and when she turns to say, "Faranth, isn't he handsome?" and realizes it's Farideh, she makes a face that looks like she just sucked on something sour. Edyis hasn't been nearly as social of late, most of her focus on settling into the routines of weyrlinghood or studying for the upcoming Harper evaluations when she isn't running off Akluseth's excess energy. She has taken to wearing a kerchief over her hair, which stays coiled up in a neat bun. It isn't until after she sits down and takes a few efficient bites that she realizes her seating has placed her across from Farideh and next to Yesia. Oops. "Weyrlinghood seems to suit you Farideh," she offers in lieu of greeting. Boys are certainly the last thing on Farideh's mind - shock, horror - and it's with a furrowed brow that she glances up from her food, eyes sliding from Yesia to the crowd behind her, looking for-- handsome. "Who?" is what she eventually asks, obviously perplexed by this mysterious man the redhead speaks of. It's to Edyis that her gae shifts next, almost wearily, but her furrow only grows more intense, her mouths pressing tight briefly. "Does it? I hadn't noticed. I hadn't had time to, beyond the studying and the exercises, and getting accustomed to having a dragon. Why do you say that?" "Nobody." Yesia's response is terse and quick, because she doesn't want Farideh swooping on her crush with that gold dragon and her stupid wiles. And probably her VDs, because she sleeps with pirates. But there is only enough time for that, because the next thing Yesia notices is someone slipping into the seat beside her, the one she traditionally reserves for Paz - who is down the table - or Orlina. She doesn't have a greeting for Edyis; just that distasteful expression with a touch of anticipation, because apparently she wants to know why, as well. "You seem completely enamored with her." Edyis offers between bites with a tired wry smile. The former scribe seems content to classify Yesia as a non-entity though her gaze does drift for a moment in the direction of the brownrider. "His weyrmate is incredibly handsome too." The slightest twitch of her lips. "Nobody," Farideh mouths, without sound, and shakes her head uncomprehendingly. She gives up on the chase for the anonymous "handsome" man who makes Yesia go goo-goo-eyed, though there's a touch of amusement for Edyis' answer and the redhead's distasteful expression, as well as a fair amount of self-restraint when she responds. "I'm not sure how I can't be. Aren't you, of-- Akluseth, isn't it? She's lovely, and I can't complain when everyone else is having such trials and she's so-- so-- polite, and dear." She sighs and shrugs blithely, not curbing the self-deprecating smile that curves her mouth. Yesia looks between Edyis and the brownrider, then back to Edyis. Her smile could cut. "That doesn't make anyone off limits here, at least, that's my understanding." Correct her if she's wrong is implied, as she cuts her meat into dainty little pieces, listening to Farideh's answer with politeness that must be feigned. At least she's stopped making that face. "Yeah, Edyis," she finally contributes, "not everyone's dragon is as clumsy and troublesome as Akluseth is." Her light eyebrows raise in query. "Is he doing better? You know. With walking?" "In some cases perhaps not, but it would save you a scratched face to avoid tangling in weyrmate situations." Dark eyes are glinting with amusement. For Farideh the answer is simple, "He's like having a tidal wave in your head all the time. It isn't exactly a pleasant experience." However when Yesia makes opinions on her lifemate, there is an almost imperceptible narrowing of her eyes, ignoring the greenrider entirely. "I think-- " Farideh sucks in her bottom lip, bites it, and releases it, all while staring over their heads at a group of riders that have just stood up. "Weyrmates are off limits? Even weyrs have rules to keep the chaos at a minimum-- I think," but overall she doesn't sound too sure; just a future leader in the make guys, no worries. She swirls her fork idly in her mashed tubers and glances between the two girls, though her eyes do finally settle on Edyis with a bit more warmth than she's ever given Yesia. "Aren't the weyrlingmasters helping? Those tips and tricks they keep telling us about-- distraction, willpower. None of it helps?" Yesia chews a bite of her meat, waving her fork thoughtfully while still glancing away from the table. "Some, but not all." Her gaze has slipped away from the brownrider, though, and away from the group across the way entirely, while she considers the people who are ostensibly her peers. Or, well. While she considers Farideh, whose leadership is in question by everyone, including her. "And anyways, there are always flights. I guess things here are just arbitrarily sacred." Ignored by Edyis? No matter. Yesia will add, "I guess your silence means 'no'." The look of pity on her face is so patronizing, it probably hurts to make. "I'm sorry. Maybe he'll be a better flier." But probably not. "Some. And sometimes Ilicaeth or Tacuseth are more than happy to keep him entertained for an hour or two. It is just strange having him there in my hed all the time. Takes more focus not to do something that would cause problems." Like punching Yesia in the face at the moment, Farideh might recognize the effort of will in Edyis's slight shift in body language. "Yes, well. He will grow out of being awkward. You on the other hand it seems will never grow out of being a bitch." Another unintended side effect of Akluseth, thinking before speaking sometimes just goes out the window. "But please, continue shaking your little tail at anything that moves, it's entertaining for the rest of us." The weariness with which Farideh has been speaking, and looking, dissipates beneath the suddenly annoyed expression, brought on by Yesia's continued commentary. "Weren't you just making fun of other people for sleeping with their boyfriend and calling them floozies? But you're perfectly content with sleeping with someone's weyrmate and looking forward to flights for all the sex it brings?" Disdain is ripe in her tone, and she makes a strangled, disgruntled sound, before turning to give Edyis her full attention once more. "Ignore her-- he will be fine. They're a bit like children. Willful, disobedient, testing the rules, and your patience. I'm sorry. I hope everything evens out, eventually. I haven't yet seen a rider driven insane by his dragon's exuberance." "I'm looking, not sleeping." The distinction is important, based on the way Yesia stresses it. "Excuse me, for trying to embrace this place, and the life it's brought. When I didn't, you called me a stupid little holder. Don't act as if your double standard isn't perfectly obvious. You're not innocent just because your dragon supposedly is, and you're not actually in charge of anything. Not yet. Maybe not ever." She looks angry, but not actually mad; like she was waiting for this, to force them to engage her. " For Ed, Yesia has an eyeroll. "You've used that already. And it was stupid the first time." Her brows furrow then, as she realizes her inny thought just became an outie. Oops, and while Farideh's warning, causes a pause, something else wins out. "I apologize; I was merely concerned that the use of multisyllabic words would rattle around in that air-filled cavern where your brain should be located. "Let me be perfectly articulate then, You Yesia are a jealous teenager whose upset because someone else got something you foolishly believed you had a claim to." Edyis sucks a breath, her tone perfectly monatone as she continues her delivery. "Farideh is worth one hundred of you, whatever her standards and preferences are." R'van has arrived. It's another dinner, another altercation between weyrlings. Yesia and Edyis are sitting across from Farideh, and they seem to be having a heated discussion. "No, you wouldn't be sleeping with them, would you?" has all the earmarks of innuendo and is paired with a tight, not-pleasant smile just for Yesia. "And you might be embracing it too much, with-- too many? We'll have to keep a tally once they lift sex restrictions. How many men-- or women-- can Yesia go through before the turn is out?" Her smile becomes a little more genuinely amused, but the rest she won't comment on, just pursing her lips when her eyes flick to Edyis. "I don't know why everyone has such a problem with sailors. Aren't they similar to us, but with boats?" Derp. And this is the point that R'van arrives, setting his plate down with his fellow weyrlings as he pulls out a chair. "Yes," he agrees, inserting himself smoothly into the conversation. "I believe that's the generally accepted definition of 'sailor.'" "At least I'm certain I won't catch up with you," she says, but Yesia's grip on her fork changes, like she might realistically stab one or both of her tablemates, but in the end she just lays the fork down beside her plate and gives them a sharp grin, if a luminous one. "I have my lifemate," Yesia says, sounding a little strained, "and quite frankly, as long as Aeaeth is less trouble than your stupid dragon, I'm perfectly happy." R'van's arrival earns a glance, her smile unwavering, and completely unreal. The first comment earns little more than an airy chuckle from the scribe, who says nothing further on the topic of sailors since Rafe put it quite succinctly. and of sailors Edyis offers a wry smile in greeting. but no further comment resuming the act of eating. It's almost as if she hadn't heard the last bit about her lifemate. The other weyrling's arrival is a welcome occurrence, but there's still shade thrown at Yesia for her comments, and a snide, "I sincerely think you already have. Spiteful girl." Farideh definitely sticks her tongue out at the redhead, and stabs her fork forcefully into a carrot. "Then, why does everyone act like they're lesser than dragonmen, if they're basically the same, except for-- no dragons?" It's a legitimate question, asked with eyebrows raised, and she'll munch on her carrot while she awaits R'van's answer, turned slightly towards him so she doesn't have to look at Yesia's hateful mug. "I think," R'van says after a moment, slanting a look between the women, "the question is rather: why does everyone elevate dragonriders above the rest? I wouldn't say sailors are disdained so much, compared to the avergae person, after all." He starts into his own dinner, though it's a little distracted by the tension, enough so for him to wonder, tone entirely conversational, "Is this really what I have to look forward to for the next turn? You three at everyone's throats?" "And that's why I don't trust you to think about anything, especially on a gold," Yesia snipes back, just as snide. "Because you're so wrong. You think you know everything, and I can't wait for someone to knock you down a peg." Lucky Rafe, then, to be the only person at the table with a Y chromosome, and thus the only person she doesn't hate directly out the gate. A fact that changes pretty quickly with his question, her forehead wrinkling in consternation. "I'd hope not, but some people," not me, "are petty and immature and mean, and I don't think it's fair that others should have to suffer through it." Oh, shells, the irony is delicious. Edyis arches a brow at Rafe for his comment, and Yesia... just gets boring. "No you get to look back and recall the glory days of shoveling dragon shit and wondering exactly what the point of this was." The scribe offers off hand, amused. She can't hold in the burst of giggles at Yesia's observation of mean, petty people. "If I had to hazard a guess, I would say it potentially has something to do with the thread cycle. Tales of glory and heroism meant to inspire those brave souls to risk limb for the sake of pern." There is an air of the theatrical to the observation, as though reciting some old earth newsreel. "Perhaps the real question is, do you truly believe everyone to be equal or do you place a higher value on traits and skills you feel useful?" It is a general question, not an accusation or observation." Farideh's fork clatters against her plate when she lets go of it, to ball her hands into fists and press wrists against the lip of the table. "Why haven't you learned to shut your mouth yet, Yesia? Do you think Quinlys will let you keep on? Do you think your eventual wingleader - Faranth help whoever chooses you - will? And let us all hope that Roszadyth never rises to senior, because the first thing I would do is have you sent to Monaco," dreaded place that it is. Only then, after some of the tension leaks out of her shoulders, does she tip her chin in R'van's direction, giving him a disappointed, up-and-down sweep with moody hazel eyes. "You weren't here before. She started it. She can't keep her tongue to herself," and that definitely has a double meaning. Farideh's disappointment doesn't seem to bother R'van too much, as arrogant as he is in his own right. "And a weyrwoman is concerned about a petty greenrider... why?" he asks. It's not quite rebuke, but he's definitely mocking both of them in equal parts, judging by his tone. He adds, a beat later as answer to Edyis's reasoning, "The better to make tools of us, I suppose." Oh. We're dropping things dramatically? Yesia can do that, too, with the best of them, and her eyes are bright and fierce - and only for Farideh,Edyis and Rafe both forgotten, except maybe a flash of indignity for Rafe's comment. "Because instead I had to learn not to let bitchy laundresses, short tempered scribes, and little butch dykes boss me around. And I've also learned that it doesn't matter what fucking color your dragon is, you, Farideh, are still just a stupid hold girl, just like you think I am. You've been nothing but terrible to me since I got here, and to Paz, too, and I don't owe you fealty. I hope you do send me to Monaco. Anything is better than you, and you'll run this fucking weyr into the ground anyways." She slams her chair into the side of the table, rattling their dishes. She skims her gaze over them. "I hope you all fall off your dragons and break your necks," she snarls, and doesn't take her plate when she stomps off. "Us being who precisely in this scenario? The Holds? The Crafthalls? Or do you imply those silly enough to stand before a clutch of eggs?" Is Edyis's question to his response, "Or perhaps do you think of yourself as an instrument for some grander purpose?" No trace of mockery, or anything else in her tone. Yesia's outburst is treated with detached amusement. "You know, if she's like this now... perhaps you should banish her when she's proddy." Murmured aside to Farideh. "She's likely to be exponentially worse." "Because she's unpleasant to be around--" But anything else Farideh has to retort to R'van is cut short by Yesia's rant, and really, all she can do is start in fast-growing horror, mouth dropping open. She's soon scandalized, outraged, and properly flabbergasted by everything the redhead has to say. "Bitch," is muttered under her breath, as she's watching Yesia stomp away. Not to be outdone, of course, Farideh too gets up in a flurry, almost knocking her chair over in the rush. "Edyis, I'll talk to you later. R'van-- don't you have any loyalty?" He gets a face, just before she takes her tray to deposit with the dirty dishes. "Not really," R'van says, sounding, well. Honestly, he sounds a little confused about why this seems to be an issue, frowning after Farideh with his brows all furrowed. He shrugs off the two stompy women with a shake of his head when he turns back to meal and Edyis both. Like that didn't just happen, "Whichever," he tells the remaining weyrling, for the choices given. "And I've little interest in someone else's ideas of my grand purporse." Edyis lifts a dark brow studying the former smithcrafter. "I didn't say anything about what anyone else thought your purpose should be," Edyis replies, amused.. "You never struck me as the sort of person to be bothered by that sort of thing anyway." A cursory scan of her plate and she realizes that she too is finished with her meal. Arranging the plates in a neat stack. "Isn't that what we're talking about now?" asks R'van, head tilting slightly in questioning. He pauses his own eating to consider. "The mechanisms underpinning our society to use people more effectively: inspiring people to want to be dragonriders, coercing riders into doing their duty. It may not bother me, but." He shrugs, resumes his own meal. Weyrlinghood is hungry work. "That is the context of the discussion, the question, however, was an inquiry into individual drives and motives." There is a casual shrug as she lifts the plates, pushing back in her chair. "Of course Evading the question is an answer in it's own way. Good Night R'van." The former scribe offers as she heads out, presumably to deal with a dragon who is no longer napping. |
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Faryn (01:49, 27 April 2015 (EDT)) said...
I know I just posted this, but I have to say I am astounded at their bitchface icons.
Edyis (02:33, 27 April 2015 (EDT)) said...
R'van's is my favorite after all the bitchface icons. XD
Alida (03:42, 27 April 2015 (EDT)) said...
Oh dear. *snickers* Good thing Alida (and maybe Jo, too) weren't at the table with them at this discussion. Talk about inciting further rebellion... ^^ ;)
Tiriana (12:46, 27 April 2015 (EDT)) said...
Yep that is exactly R'van's face. XD
Jolie (16:20, 27 April 2015 (EDT)) said...
The bitchfaces are amazing. Jo approves this scene. You're right, Alida. I think Jo would have descended that conversation into chaos. ;D
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