Logs:Change is Difficult
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| RL Date: 6 January, 2016 |
| Who: C'ris, S'rin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: C'ris gets upset with a weyrling, S'rin. |
| Where: Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 2, Month 10, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: A layer of gray clouds covers the sky. The air feels cool and damp, but there is no rainfall today. |
| Mentions: Farideh/Mentions, Jocelyn/Mentions |
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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. It isn't often that C'ris takes his meals alone, whether it is surrounded by Frostbite wingriders or with his mother, but today he seems to have been abandoned by the latter by a kitchen emergency, leaving him at a mostly empty table. Wrapped up in his carefully maintained leathers, he picks over his plate without much enthusiasm, looking deep in thought though it does not lessen the usual noise and activity of the living cavern. S'rin doesn't usually eat alone either, he has a self-proclaimed little flock of people who he likes to flirt with which means he usually has -someone- to eat with most of the time. But, today he's dreadfully alone as that little flock has other things to do and he's left to his own devices. He looks around as he holds onto his full plate before walking over to the mostly empty table to invite himself to sit. "Hey." He offers politely enough, as though fishing to see if he's going to be told to bugger off or not. It takes a moment for the 'Hey' to break through C'ris' thoughtful quiet, and when it does it is followed immediately by a flush for the delay. His response is the opposite of bugger off, offering a bright, "Hi there! Sorry, I was-- Well. Anyways. S'rin, right?" It has been a while since he worked at all with the weyrlings, but he hasn't forgotten names, at least. Arching a brow at the flushing, and the cut off sentence, S'rin just shakes his head and sets his plate down on the table and settles into his spot. He pokes at the food a bit before nodding, "Yep. S'rin." He answers, giving a quick smile. "How's things going? Seems like forever since I saw you last." Even if it was morning to evening, that could be forever for S'rin depending on who he's talking to, so... Anything longer almost certainly is forever. "It's good," answers C'ris easily to that question, a smile lingering on his lips as he focuses his attention so easily on S'rin now instead of his food or thoughts. "And you? How're you doing with flaming? Excited to get to betweening soon?" S'rin lifts his shoulders to shrug, "Quarinth was certainly eager, he's been wanting to flame since he he was just a few days old. So, he's -super- happy that he can now. He's also excited about betweening too." He says, though it sort of skims past how -he- feels about it, seems the blue's eagerness is enough for him. "Betweening relies a lot more on the rider than flaming does. All that visualization and everything," C'ris tells him lightly, his friendly smile still there. "But don't let it worry you! It is really a rush, the first time you manage it. And then all of Pern is open for you--." That smile grows briefly wider in a gesture, but he only takes an unenthused bite from his plate rather than continue further. "Oh, I know... I'm hoping it'll go alright. Quarinth wants to explore -everything-." S'rin says with a scrunch of his nose, and then shrugs his shoulders. "Exploration is kind of fun though, so I don't mind." He grins, stabbing his food with his fork and then taking a bite as he watches. "Sure you're alright? You seem a little.. uhh.. what's the word." He chews on that for a moment before deciding, "Distracted." C'ris assures firmly, but with his usual warmth, "You'll do fine. The weyrlingmaster staff won't let you try until you're ready, I promise. It might be a while before you and Quarinth can go more than across the bowl, though." He shakes his head in a soft gesture, offering another smile to S'rin. "I'm fine. I was just busy-- thinking. But it's nothing." "I know, I'm not worried. I've never felt unsafe, and certainly Quarinth doesn't want us to be not safe either." S'rin says, shrugging his shoulders and taking another bite of his food. He arches a brow, then hmms. "Thinking about what? It's not girl problems or anything is it? I'm -no- good at those." "Oh, no. It's-- I think there's been a miscommunication from the Weyrleaders to one of my friends. And I need to figure out how to ask them about it," C'ris answers carefully, ducking a bit for the answer as he pushes around food on his plate. "I don't want them to think that I am challenging their rank or decisions, but--." S'rin knits his brows at the problem, and then shrugs his shoulders again, "Maybe the Weyrleaders won't mind talking to you?" He then considers for a moment longer before adding, "It's all in how you phrase things, you know? I'm sure it can't be that bad, can it?" "Yeah, yeah. Of course," C'ris agrees easily. And then the thoughtfulness, the worry from before comes back and it slips through that his thoughts may not always be optimistic when he adds, "Unless it isn't a misunderstanding. And then, well. I doubt they're going to be happy with anyone pointing out that it would be wrong if they-- Well, if they did what they said they're going to." S'rin really doesn't know what's going on, the knitting of his brows admits more than his words ever could. He pushes around some more of the food on his plate, considering what was said to him. "Wrong if they did what? Shards, man, you make it sound like someone's going through an execution or something. If it's a misunderstanding, don't you think you owe it to your friend to find out?" "She thinks they are going to force her to transfer. Well, her or Jocelyn," admits C'ris finally, as if it might be as bad as an execution. He quickly, quickly adds, "Please don't say anything. It might be a misunderstanding, it might be--." He shrugs up a shoulder. "Nothings certain until it's certain, but what's the problem really?" S'rin really is a daft one when it comes to relationships, after all. "You have a dragon, you can visit. Right?" He asks, before adding, "Besides, distance makes the heart grow fonder or something? Imagine how incredibly hot the visits would be!" Yeah, he completely isn't the right person to talk to about lovers leaving. There's a flicker of surprise across C'ris' expression for S'rin's dismissal of the issue, then a disappointed frown as he looks at the younger man. "It's not--. That isn't the point. This is her home, their home. No one should be forced away from their home," he says. And he seems to be done with his food, since his fork falls onto his plate and he straightens. "It's obligation and duty. You know that it's more than just feelings." S'rin says with a shake of his head, and then glances at the fork when it falls onto the plate. "There has to be a reason, and eventually, the new place will become a new home. Change is difficult, but it's not impossible." C'ris' lips only linger in that frown for S'rin's answer, shaking his own head in turn in a slow gesture. "No. People make friends, have weyrmates; they have children and make families. It's not just obligation and duty, and no one should be forced into change," he reaffirms with a firm edge to his words. It is paired with him standing in one movement, and reaching for his tray. "If there was no reason, I'd say you were right. But, there must be a reason if anyone thinks it's a good idea to uproot someone and move them. Goldriders have responsibilities that other dragonriders don't." S'rin says, his gaze lingering on C'ris and giving him a bit of a smile. It's not much comfort, but it's all he has. "Don't get so upset until you find out for sure, no use getting worked up about nothing. Then, if it is true, then you will find some way to deal with it. People are resilient." He assures, of course, look at him now compared to when he was a candidate. People can change! "Now-- Now I am just upset at your attitude. This is why they do this. Because no one cares," answers C'ris with a flatness to his words, for once exhibiting outright displeasure with someone as he returns S'rin's look with a firm one of his own and no smile. Then he picks up his tray and retreats towards the kitchen. S'rin frowns a little at the comment, and sheepishly looks away. "It's not that I don't care, it's that I think they must have a reason. Find out what it is." He suggests, and shrugs his shoulders. Not much he can do about anything, even if it were his place to find out. |
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