Logs:Bothered By Concerns
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| RL Date: 24 April, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, Azaylia |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Azaylia offers a listening ear while Alida voices some concerns. |
| Where: Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 6, Month 8, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: D'kan/Mentions, E'sren/Mentions, Meara/Mentions, N'gan/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Sabella/Mentions |
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| Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr Partly sheltered by the curving stone overhang, partly exposed to the weather, the wide stone patio serves as a balcony for socializing or just plain drinking on a sizable scale. The repurposed ledge might once have let two large dragons land, but now there's too much furniture for that: two rustic tables with attendant chairs, plus a couple more in particularly good weather, and a wrought iron bench situated to make the most of the view of the western bowl and the lake beyond. Other changes include rough little niches carved out of the stone walls to hold glows in colored bottles at night, the climbing plant that's being trained to grow up along the overhang, and the blue ceramic pots of flowers that dot the edge of the ledge as a colorful reminder not to fall off. An archway leads to the Snowasis itself, housed in the ledge's former weyr, while a few wide steps descend along the wall to the bowl. The sun set not so long ago, given that it's summer in northern Pern, and Alida's found inside the Snowasis after some months of absence...and abstinence, the palest-blonde nabbing herself a tall and rather slushy fruit drink. After paying for her choice of poison, the weyrling ambles through the crowds and out to the patio, searching for a place where she can be alone, more-or-less. Relief is found in one small table for two, one of the rattan seats pulled out and plopped into after the woman's arranged it to her liking. A long look all about lets her gauge atmosphere and intensity, the slowly relaxing bluie then lifting her tall daquarai glass and sipping her strawberry rum drink through a reed straw. Mmm. Tonight Azaylia's arms are empty of the stacks of paperwork she usually carries with her. Sundress swishes some around her knees as she slips through the crowd, tall glass in one hand as she goes hunting for a seat. The weyrwoman pauses now and again to greet the occassional familiar face, though she doesn't linger long. Her steps slow by the time she reaches the patio ledge, picking out the nearest empty seats, one of which is at Alida's table. Her approach is slow, lips quirked in a faint smile, "Alida. That looks good." Her own drink is layered with citrus orange and sweet reds, sipped from a straw much like the weyrling's. Azaylia's tall form and distinctive features cannot be missed, even in this sea of humanity, and when the goldrider call out to her, Alida bobs her head in agreement, sipping from her straw again...and then finally seeming to make up her mind and wave the goldie over to her. If she joins the bluie, the blonde gestures loosely to the seat across from her in silent invitation to sit, only slowly breaking away from her sipping to note just above the background din, "See yer' takin' time away from book keeping." Smirk. Only Azaylia's fingertips invade the weyrling's space, resting on the edge of the table and ready to lift back off should she need to. "Don't worry, I'm not sick. I do take breaks from time to time." Silent invitation is accepted with some added warmth to that gentle curl to her lips. "And you? Just wanted a drink?" Smoothing her skirts under her legs as she sits, her motions are slow. Easy. Not quite somber but perhaps mindful of whatever mood Alida might be in, considering the accident earlier today. She doesn't appear melancholy, upset, or much of anything, really...Alida about as mellow as she ever gets, the weyrling quirking a hint of a crass little half-grin at Azaylia, then sipping at her chilly drink once more. "Yep... get away from all the fuckin' hub-bub in the barracks." A shake of head might give a hint that the bluerider *is* thinking deeper thoughts of Gis and Sab's accident, but the woman seems to blow past the scare with a certain aplomb not oft seen in those her age, her intense greens affixing to Zay's browns as she inquires out of left field, "If ya' don't wanna be bothered by concerns right now, lemme' know." Alida's language doesn't prompt more than a faint lift of Azaylia's brows, and that's only for the first second or so. "I enjoyed the barracks when I was a weyrling." She seems well aware that her sentiment may not be the most popular, especially to one in a current class. Lips lose their playful quirk as she leans forward, elbows propped on the table as linked fingers act as a hammock for her chin. "I'm always willing to listen." Whether the what's said ends up bothering her or not. "What's on your mind?" Curiosity is on par with genuine concern. "*I'm* more than ready for a weyr." Alida's wintery little whisper of a smile holds not much warmth about it, the blonde still not really a personable...personality, though she's changed some in that regard since impressing. "Now I've gone 'n done it..." the blonde note with dry wryness when Azaylia loses her quirky little smile, the bluie leaning forward just a bit to gesture at the goldrider's mouth before she settles back in her chair once again, letting out a sigh. She seems about to say something, then cuts herself off before even opening her yap, the weyrling instead taking another drink before she notes in tones barely above the din of the bar, "Need the truth, Zay." Not 'weyrwoman.' "Whadda' ya' think uv this silver thread program?" Azaylia's gaze does its best to drop to where Alida's motioned, stopping short of becoming cross-eyed during her attempt. She keeps to her easy lean forward, jaw kept stable by those twined fingers as she looks over at the blonde. "Of course," When the weyrling speaks of truth, not known to deal in anything else. There's a visible start at Alida's question, surprise easily falling into puzzled mirth. With a soft laugh, "Have you been talking to D'kan?" It has her straightening up in her seat, smile returning in a battle between humor and helpless. "I think it's a good program for those who want to take on more work. For those the Weyrlingmaster's think are capable. It's not a guarantee at leadership, never has been." Soft words are open, honest, and not overly serious. A faint twitch of a small smile darts over Alida's features at Azaylia's reaction to her gesture, green eyes managing to dance for a nanosecond at the exchange before the weyrling sobers again. The goldrider's startlement is observed without reaction, the bluie merely continuing to sip from her slushy drink, listen to the other woman...and then cogitate for a few moments. "And whadda' ya' think of the...limited picks this round?" "I read their names in a report, but..." They escape her at the moment, eyes lifting to search the air for a few moments. "I know Sabella was one." The injured weyrling, still fresh in her mind. "E'sren." A recent conversation had, with his knot in full view. It's easier for the weyrwoman to list those who aren't in the program. Azaylia's gaze lowers to catch Alida's, not looking particularly clued in. "It sounds like you have something to say about who's been picked?" "It ain't really all the 'who...'" Alida chimes in after Azaylia's done speaking, the blonde setting her drink down upon the tabletop, looking deeply into the other woman's features. "Not really specific people, as it is...the lack uv' things." A casual gesture is made with one hand in the general direction of the barracks, 'lida continuing with a certain withheld intensity behind her low voice. "No bronzers. People that seem ta' hale from certain specific portions uv' territory." Pause, think. "Nobody who's ever spoken up or stood out...'r stood up before." Beat. "Nobody who's apparently ever shown any hint of 'r interest in leadership." That casual gesture carries Azaylia's attention, a glance given in the direction of the barracks. "There were only three." She offers as an easy solution, voice not overly loud-- not that it ever tends to be. Once more, Alida's intensity is met with a lack of in the weyrwoman's gaze, thoug the weyrling has all of her attention. "Nobody?" A drop of disbelief, "I can't believe that. They could have been quiet about it. Could have only told the Weyrlingmasters they were interested." It's now that she looks to take a long sip from her own drink, expression thoughtful as she swallows, "Have you talked to Meara about this? Quinlys?" No particular significance to the order. "Indeed. Only three...with others I c'n think uv' who quietly professed a definite interest in the program ta' me..." Ailda notes dryly, lifting her drink for a long sip that tamps down the outrage tightening her chest some. "This is my take on things, uv' course..." cue a tight little smirk that seems to hold a tad of bitter self-depreciation "...but I think anyone who wants ta' be in the program should be accepted. Do it *that* way, and the growing, quiet division in the weyrling ranks would likely go away. Wouldn' have ta' worry about things gettin' too stuffed with weyrlings, either... time 'n effort - 'r should I say lack uv' it - would weed out those who don't want to 'r shouldn't be in there." As for the 'nobody' Azaylia inquired of, "In my time in the barracks, I've never observed any uv the three chosen exhibiting the smallest signs of wantin' ta' take up leadership...though anyone would likely argue that N'gan's been groomed fer it already." A shrug might hopefully lessen the burden of those intense, unforgiving green eyes upon the weyrwoman's browns. "Mhm. Yeah...mighta' been quiet ta' all those other weyrlings, at least a few uv' who're buddies they share lots uv' personal stuff with." A pointedly bland look indicates just how much the jaded bluie believe that tripe. "Ain't talked t'any staff, since I've started lookin' in on circumstances myself." Cue another hint of a wintery grin...she's a guard, after all. "I figure any hint uv' my own involvement might just make shit that much the worse on those weyrlings that're...less than happy." As Alida talks, Azaylia listens. There's little chance of her interrupting, lips wrapped firmly around her straw and steadily sipping from her drink. "That's an idea." Some interest in the weyrling's thoughts on how the program might be bettered. "I appreciate you coming to me with your thoughts, Alida." Tone is soft but rings true, arms loosely crossing as they rest on the table. "If you want my opinion, you should talk to your Weyrlingmasters. That's why they're there." Not that the weyrwoman is looking to chase the weyrling off, "Not that I'm against sitting and talking about it with you." As they are now. "But," As she has been listening, "You think if you did speak with them, that it might do more harm than good?" She doesn't bother to hide her confusion at that. "Sure as shit is..." Alida rumbles out around her straw, which was settled into her mouth after she was done speaking. Count on the blonde to pull no punches, get to the point. A bob of head to Azaylia's appreciation presages the weyrling's murmured, "Wanted truth, at least in your eyes." As for the weyrlingmasters, a small, but firm shake of her head is given, explained with, "The people who talked with me would *not* appreciate me speakin' with anyone else, given that *they* didn' want to. And yeah, they'd likely be ticked that I'm talkin' ta *you*, too. This little conversation's a chance I'm takin'." A significant look into the weyrwoman's eyes hopefully sets the point home, Alida again pulling off her straw, swallowing the chill down. "Plus - though I've got no concrete proof - there's this...feeling I get that weyrlings are bein' cherry-picked 'cause they're possibly easier ta' maneuver, once we graduate." How's that for out of left field. There's one short nod of understanding once Alida reveals that there are others to consider, Azaylia making no attempt to pry. "I wouldn't want to make things harder for you, or for anyone else." The subject of feelings has her brows lifting some, though she's not as quick to dismiss it as some might be. "I hope that's not the case." No weight given to such hope, but neither does she sound convinced. Or even that suspicious, despite all that Alida has suggested. "If," And that's a Hraedhyth-sized 'if', judging from how she stresses, "If that's true, I don't know what harm it would do outside of favortism. A silver thread doesn't mean they'll all end up in positions of leadership once they graduate." "Exactly..." Alida clips off, nodding for Azaylia's innate understanding of the situation with the weyrlings. As for the rest... "Hope's a spare thing ta rest the possible future uv' the Weyr on...though a feelin's such, too." Shrug, sip. "T'day's favoritism's t'morrow's...well, who knows what, in the current environment...'specially since there's cadres uv' pissed-off Wings 'n the people that make 'em up grabbin' at power left 'n right." Sip. Faint concern has grown into something more, taking a firm hold of Azaylia's pinched brows, "Alida." It's somewhat stern, if only to secure the weyrling's attention, "You can't worry yourself like this. It isn't healthy." Certainly doesn't sound it, for all that the weyrwoman is doing her best to understand. "This is your home just as much as anyone else's, but when it comes to the state of the Weyr? You shouldn't worry about that right now." Her expression eases into the sympathetic, "Focus on Ilicaeth and yourself. Too many distractions and... well, you'll all be Betweening before you know it." There's no hiding the fact that Sabella's accident is still fresh on her mind, leading her thoughts in a certain, morbid direction. "After graduation, there will be plenty of time for you to try and help. Nobody needs a silver thread for that." For the first time ever, Alida looks at Azaylia with the eyes of someone who's utter fed up with being looked at in a certain way, a hardness coming to the blonde's jaw, creeping into her eyes...making of her features a cool mask. At that moment, she somehow manages to look Turns older. After a few moments to master herself, the bluie finally speaks up again, her tone as flat as the Telgari plains. "That tack might work with enough uv the other 'lings." Ones that haven't lived a rougher life. "Yer not dealin' with a sheltered kid, Azaylia." A slight lean forward seems to punctuate her take-it-or-leave-it stance. "I can't unsee, unhear what's been seen, heard. And I can't - *won't* - turn away from it, since it's fuckin' *real*, and it's gonna influence my and Ilicaeth's *life* here...already *does*." She finally notices the near-deathgrip her left hand has around her mostly-drained drink, and loosens it with an effort, continuing in her bland tones, "No *between* fer months...and we'll deal with that hurdle when we come to it. No worth in getting worked up over a battle too much before it's even on the horizon." No, she's not being casual about things, and such might be seen in the checked intensity within the bluerider, in her level, square gaze. "Yer thinkin' uv Sabella right now. Likely you 'n Hraedhyth'r walkin' on a few hot coals from their mistake." She's merciless in dealing with unpleasant things, it seems. "Can't blame ya. Me 'n 'caeth 'r bein' even more diligent with all uv' our flyin' stuff. Fuck all, I just tossed my lastest set uv' straps I was workin' on fer 3 days 'cause I thought one tiny portion uv the leather looked a bit worn." Stare. "I'm not a total fool...so just gimme' some credit that I c'n handle a bit more stress than the average weyrling." Azaylia is startled, obviously so. Brows creep on high as her own stare is interrupted by several blinks, and it's only when Alida does her best to reign herself in that her own face relaxes. With fortifying sip that ends up finishing her drink, "You're right. It's what I would say to any of the weyrlings." Whether it would work or not. Conspiracies of favoritism will find no standing as far as Hraedhyth's rider is concerned. "I don't know what it is you want me to say, Alida. You have a lot of theories and no proof. That's lot of time and thought spent on what I think you should be using towards weyrlinghood." Sabella's name has her giving a nod, no hesitance in admitting her worries. "I am sorry that I upset you. Like I said, all I can offer are my own thoughts on things." Listening to Azaylia often tends to work wonders on Alida...unlike most others who deal with the weyrling. After the weyrwoman's done speaking again, the bluie finds herself taking a large breath in through her nose, and exhaling slowly through her mouth, her breath making the straw in her drink rattle a bit against glass. When she returns her gaze to Azaylia, it's human again, touched with leftovers of jaded bitterness, but also some warmth as well. "Okay, now that I've shredded yer ears... my pardons for bein' so..." cue a useless hand gesture upon the air, a dark roll of eyes "...intense." Sigh. "I want *someone* who can deal decently in truths ta' hear that some shit just ain't adding up." A slightly pugnacious squaring of jaw likely notes that she's not changed her position on how she sees things. Hard head. "I'm *trusting* you ta' not spread this around, Zay. Watch, learn for yerself is all I c'n ask." Behind her gaze is a hint of something that nearly begs the other woman to not betray her rarely-given trust. "I just..." more hand gestures "...want things as fair as they c'n be in the barracks." Sigh. "In *life." Good luck, bluerider. "As much as I'd like to, I can't spend all my time watching the weyrlings." Though her words have softened, it's a layer above that firm note she has yet to shed. "That's what your Weyrlingmasters are for. I trust them." Even if Alida doesn't seem to. Azaylia continues to lean back in her seat, fingers laced as they balance on the edge of the table. "I do too." Want things to be fair. "It's a good thing to want. But sometimes, it's not an option." A hard lesson she's had to learn herself, willingly passed onto the weyrling if she'll take it. "Doesn't stop me from trying." With a soft sigh, "I don't want to just say that what you feel is wrong, but... I don't see that there's anything to be done." And she's faintly apologetic at that fact. So recently released from her anger, it's perhaps strange that Alida can get so quickly heated up again, the weyrling's eyes glittering a little, though she firmly controls herself while Azaylia speaks. Fuck the straw; the bluie lifts the entire glass to her lips to down the chill leftovers of her drink, welcoming the breath-stealing harshness of the liquid as it shocks her throat. "I getcha'..." is wisped off her tongue like the leftovers of steam issuing from a small pipe. A brutal twist of lips again ages the weyrling for a moment, her voice soft and low as she notes mostly to herself, "Good thing I'm so self-sufficient." A stark fact that, though it's backed by hints of bitterness and resentment. All cynics were once idealists. "I need a...walk." Up from the seat she pushes herself after setting her glass back down again, muddied greens meeting browns. "I'd wish ya' a good day...but it's pretty screwed and done, anyway." Azaylia is left with worry and confusion clouding her gaze, "Alida?" There's no attempt to stand, to chase the weyrling. The weyrwoman isn't one to impose on those she's upset, that seem to need their space. The fairwell is met with pursed lips, a failed attempt at a smile, "I... it's alright. I hope you feel better." A slow sigh follows her sentiments, empty glass prompting her to search for one of the waitstaff. She needs a refill. |
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Quinlys (K'del (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 24 Apr 2013 09:56:47 GMT.
< Paranoia, paranoia Everybody's coming to get me
Wow. Alida, man. Do you need a tinfoil hat? XD
D'kan (D'kan (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 24 Apr 2013 18:13:05 GMT.
< I feel like Azaylia should start hosting a Frasier-like talk radio show. "Talk to me, 'Reaches. I'm Listening."
Also, perhaps this weyrling wing should be renamed to Rage Against the Machine Wing.
Aishani (Brieli (talk)) left a comment on Thu, 25 Apr 2013 01:16:22 GMT.
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Yeah, I thought Shani was paranoid... ;)
Alida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Thu, 25 Apr 2013 01:24:09 GMT.
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It's only paranoia if the things one's concerned about are proven wrong. >.> ;D
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