Logs:Being Distinctive
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| RL Date: 17 January, 2015 |
| Who: Lilah, R'hin, Enwei |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Fort Weyr, Healer Hall |
| Type: Log |
| What: While 'negotiating' and losing with Enwei, R'hin runs into Lilah on a mission of her own. |
| Where: Healer/Harper Hall, Fort Area |
| When: Day 4, Month 11, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Astivan/Mentions, Hattie/Mentions |
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| The afternoon sun, while not as warm as summer, is warm enough to draw many of the apprentices and even journeyman out from their rooms and into the courtyard -- the former trying to dally outside in between classes, and the latter trying to shoo them on, before claiming their spots. Some take the opportunity to stroll along the quadrangle, amongst them a familiar Reachian rider, and a shorter, slightly younger Journeywoman Healer. They're talking in low voices, heads bent near to each other, pausing briefly whenever they pass someone, and resuming as soon as they're past. While the conversation at first glance might seem casual, the tenseness of the rider's posture perhaps suggests otherwise. There is no reason to think that Fort's junior weyrwoman is here today, with no gold dragon perched upon the heights surrounding the Halls or Hold. If anyone has seen hide or hair of her since she arrived, there hasn't been talk of it, except that the woman now steps out into that courtyard. She is alone and knotless, dressed in a simple, nondescript tunic and pants. Her steps take her towards the road beyond, doing her best not to bring attention to herself except that she pauses for a moment on spotting the 'Reachian. The pair finally come to a halt nearer the entrance to the Journeyman quarters, and there's a brief exchange of words that ends with the woman watching as R'hin spins on a heel and stalks away across the courtyard. The energy in the steps perhaps help to slough off some of his mood, yet there is still a tightness in his expression when pale gaze flickers past Lilah -- and stays there. His pace doesn't slow, but it does change minutely to intersect with her, now that she's paused. There may be a flicker of a wince across Lilah's features as he draws closer, close enough for the goldrider to read the tension of his expression. She tips her chin in a silent gesture towards the road, starting again on her own intended path. Her attention doesn't seem to really leave R'hin, calculating the distance between them and angles in her head as she moves. R'hin falls into wordless step with her, leaving space between them as he adopts her path towards the road. Leiventh, not in sight until now, soars low over the courtyard and towards the road, landing just off to one side -- ignoring as usual any attention he receives from either holders or crafters. It isn't until they are out of the courtyard that Lilah stops to speak. It isn't quite a greeting where she says, however, "Should I even ask what brings you?" The slide of her dark eyes over his expression is a pointed thing, before it flicks to Leiventh with a quick nod in greeting for the dragon. "Should I ask you?" R'hin counters, with a trace of his usual humor present, though he doesn't stop when she does, taking several paces past before he appears to notice she's stopped. He glances back over his shoulder at her, inquisitively. Leiventh doesn't seem to notice Lilah, but then, it's nothing personal -- all his lids are closed. "I'm sure you could guess, if you had to," Lilah offers in turn, a small, slightly bitter smile playing at her lips for a brief moment. To his silent question, she lifts fingers to wave at the branched road the goes north to the Hold and presumably, the Weyr beyond. "I can't, actually," R'hin responds with a lightness that might be honesty. But then, it's R'hin, so who knows. He follows her gesture towards the Weyr, then back to her in sudden bemusement. "Eliyaveith forget how to fly?" he guesses. Lilah's brows curve upwards, but she answers R'hin with a simple, "I came to see a friend about Astivan's tithing problem. I'd rather the Hold didn't know that I was here, if possible." With her answer given, the look that she levels on R'hin holds a hint of expectation, tempered by experience. "It seems your Weyrwoman trusts you after all, to entrust such a... negotiation to you." R'hin gives Lilah a look over, up and down, a sudden rumbling amusement in his voice. "You didn't try too hard to disguise yourself. I'd imagine the residents of Fort know their junior weyrwoman, whether she wears a knot or no." Why, yes, he does seem to be laughing at her. ""I'd hardly call this a negotiation. I'm not exactly marching up to Astivan and asking /him/ about the tithe," replies Lilah, a tension of her own building in her words even as he seems to at least get some amusement out of the situation. She studies him a moment longer, finally giving a soft, subtle shake of her head. "Clear skies, wingleader." R'hin appears to ignore her farewell as easily as he ignores her answer. "At least," he lifts a hand to touch a lock of her hair, "Hide this next time. It's far too... distinctive." "I didn't have a hat to shove it under," Lilah admits at that advice, her own fingers lifting a moment after his to smooth back an escaped strand behind her ear. "I will put it on the list, for the next time." "Mm." R'hin's still staring at her hair. "A shawl would do, or a scarf, in this weather." But he does seem appeased at the acknowledgement. "Lilah?" he adds, as his hand drops to his side. "Or rub ash into it?" questions Lilah with a light humor that suggests she would never actually do such a thing. Her name receives her attention, waiting expectantly and silently for him to continue. The bronzerider's possibly laughing at her again, but the advice seems genuine enough: "You're a weyrwoman. Next time, make them come to you." Lilah only counters simply, "When you're asking for a favor, sometimes it's better to not start out on that foot. I've learned that much, so far." A pause, before the weyrwoman is adding, "Are you going to tell me why you are here? An answer for an answer?" "And yet going to them makes you the supplicant, and makes you weak. Holders respect rank," R'hin's lips twitch. "Best take advantage of that weakness." His hands spread, as if washing his hands of the answer, and yet he does, after a fashion, give one: "Seeing a woman about a... favor." Which has all sorts of implications, none of which the Wingleader gives away in his easy expression. "Mm." Whether that quiet, neutral noise is for R'hin's advice or for his answer, it comes after both as Lilah continues to study him for a long moment. "It didn't seem to go your way," she does point out. "It doesn't always," R'hin acknowledges, with a wry laugh, as if it is a rare, but occasional happenstance. With a jaunty, half bow, he gestures down the road as if allowing Lilah to continue, while he himself diverges off-road to head for Leiventh. A frown catches at the corners of Lilah's lips, not finding the same amusement in R'hin's response, as she watches him walk away for a single moment. Then the weyrwoman draws herself back to her own purpose, setting off to walk back to the Weyr. Or at least, mostly walk. Whether Eliyaveith meets her at some point or not, it is certainly not for a while. |
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