Logs:Being Right vs Being Helpful
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| RL Date: 3 May, 2015 |
| Who: Akluseth, Cadejoth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Akluseth does not get the answer he wants from Cadejoth. |
| When: Day 14, Month 9, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
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| To Cadejoth, Akluseth waves roll to colide with chains, probing. To Akluseth, Cadejoth's chains jangle amidst the waves, captured by this tide and that. His thoughts are easy; the sky, the breeze, the relative warmth of the sun. It is the rattle the chink of metal against metal that delights the brown, tiny silver fish dancing around those chains. dancing between the thoughts of sky and wind. « Good day for a nap. » There is the sense that these words are not his intent, but there they are none the less. (To Cadejoth from Akluseth) Pleased by the delight the younger dragon takes, Cadejoth adds a few bones to the mix-- a clatter, here; a jangle, there-- and responds with cheerful enthusiasm. « Always. Good day to fly, too. The winds are perfect. » He waits, some small part of him expectant; well? (To Akluseth from Cadejoth) To Cadejoth, Akluseth bones, bones bones, they sink these clattering bones, and tiny crabs of blue and green and gold add their scuttling on these bones, energetic in their crabby dancing. « Sir. » It is a word borrowed, one not his own but stolen it would seem for this purpose. « A question. » There is the sense that his rider is completely unaware of his conversation, and might have things to say if she knew. « We choose whom we chose. Correct? It is not polite to suggest that someone we chose should not have stood is it? » Curiousity brimming in the scuttle of those crabs as they swarm the chains, adding their own little rhythms to the rattle and clank of chain and bone. 'Sir' is a strange thing for Cadejoth; he puzzles over it, confused, and then dismisses it altogether. He's Cadejoth; his very name imbues-- at least as far as he is concerned-- the respect due to him as leader of this Weyr. Akluseth's question draws his rattle and clash to a more subdued level, though for the young brown's sake he does not still them altogether. « We choose whom we choose, » he agrees. « It is wrong to say that we should not have chosen them. However, » and Cadejoth, here, is clearly aware of the conversation that went before, « It is equally wrong for our riders not to accept us wholeheartedly, and the life we bring. And wrong for them to present themselves to us without wishing our presence. » (To Akluseth from Cadejoth) Tides shift, crabs scuttle, fish dance and dart about on the waves in contemplation. « My siblings, would you expect any of us to flame and fly this moment? » Though the thoughts are enough for the sensations of tensing muscle to leak through giddily at the thought. (To Cadejoth from Akluseth) To Akluseth, Cadejoth projects « No. » Cadejoth may not be an intellectual dragon, but he's not stupid. « But you're missing my point. You mean that your rider has a lot to learn. She does, that's true. » Very true, according to his rider; by report, also according to a number of others. « But your rider needs the reminder that she is a learner. That she must accept what is, and work with it. My K'del does not mean to hurt her, only to make sure she doesn't hurt you and herself. And his point stands: she didn't prepare herself for you. She should have. I'm sorry. » Those tides become uneasy, restless even. The stirrings of the wind and waves which promise restlessness to come. « It is not that you aren't right. » The brown says finally. « It is that being right seems to matter more than being helpful. » The waters crash in, the restless tides anxious but not violent nor uncomfortable. before withdraw completely. There is a sense of thanks, but also frustration. (To Cadejoth from Akluseth) It must be K'del's thought, rather than Cadejoth's, that trails after those retreating tides: « Perhaps you might teach that also to your rider. » There's a sense, there, of pity; so much to learn for both dragon and rider. The walls come down; he is finished. (To Akluseth from Cadejoth) |
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