Logs:Complacent and Bored
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| RL Date: 7 July, 2015 |
| Who: E'dre, X'vin |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: X'vin finds the acting weyrleader to make a request. |
| Where: Solarium, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 13, Month 3, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to edit, correct, and alter away! |
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| It's quiet this way. Calm. A place of repose, if one wants to go that far, and X'vin...does not fit it. He is too stark a contrast in it in trim black riding leathers and a red shirt, and moves with a sense of deliberate purpose that seems in some way to disrupt the serenity of the solarium, even though he disturbs nothing overtly. If his eyes cast about as he mounts the last step, it is to search for something - someone? - specific among the chairs and couches. His mouth twitches a little. The dragons don't really lie about locations, not even to a foreign and unsettling dragon like Besmernyth. "Weyrleader." The word is clipped and lacks caution. That Wroth has tattled on E'dre's location comes as no surprise to the brownrider. His dragon has a propensity to cause his rider discomfort and telling Besmernyth the Acting Weyrleader's location seems like something that'd do just that. E'dre is the sole occupant of the Solarium, his occupation of a couch a sprawled one. He shifts at X'vin's entrance and hefts himself up into a seated position. If he has been caught napping he tries to play it off by a brief scrub of his hand across his face and a grouchy, "What can I do for you, Wingleader?" Title for title. "You're not in the weyrleader complex," X'vin notes, his salute and smile a contrast to E'dre's apparent annoyance with him. He takes a seat on the couch without invitation, leans back to settle into it, so it's clear he's not going anywhere. "I wanted to offer my congratulations, however belated," sounds disingenuous at best, and, "and ask your help with something," sounds...well, innocently conniving. "I'm never going to be there," E'dre counters as he straightens on the couch and levels a 'look' at X'vin. "I'm only Acting," he stresses, as if prefacing a reason to refuse him of that 'help'. "Congratulations shouldn't be given," he continues, shifting forward to fold over some of the reports he had inadvertently left spread out on the table beside the couch. He can delay no longer as he looks back to X'vin with a lifted brow. "What is it you need?" "That someone saw fit to put a brownrider in an acting position only reflects favorably on you, sir," X'vin stresses, needling him, however reasonable he's being. "Is this to be your official office for two turns, until leadership is officially established?" Whether he expects an answer or not is unclear - it could be rhetorical - but he is willing to wave off E'dre's graceless acceptance and say, "I want help rearranging Flint." That needling hits home as E'dre's eyes narrow and his brows drop into a furrow. "That sort of commentary creates discord amongst the Weyr. I would hate to hear you say that aloud in front of others." He leans back on the couch and looks away from X'vin, his gaze focusing on the wall across from them. "Hmm," seems to be the only answer the bronzerider will get. Eventually, he asks, "Why?" "Seems that's already settling in, with or without my commentary. Sir." That's just going to keep happening, then. X'vin's reposed like some large cat, one arm on the back of the couch he's claimed, and his smile is every attempt at disarming in the face of E'dre's grumpiness. "They're complacent. They're...loyal to a name - and it's not Flint. It's barely even Fort's. And some of them don't suit my needs." "Flint isn't the only wing that's complacent and bored," E'dre stresses that last word more than the rest. "Many of the wings are used to their routines and are no longer growing." He rubs his thumb and forefinger against his jaw in thought. "I had already considered transferring some of Hematite out," he glances at Flint, "but I want them in Malachite or Jasper." He drops his hand to his lap and looks to X'vin. "I've worked with all of my riders for many turns, though. I have many reasons for seeking to freshen up other wings. As you're new to your position and some feel.., well, less than favorable about you.. are you sure your choice is wise?" "This is nothing to do with how they feel about me," X'vin says, bristling a little at the implication, the edges of his smile sharpening just so. "T'rev, for all I think he may have made mistakes in how he motivated his riders, had a good idea. And I can't continue to do it any justice in his absence if I don't have riders who are willing and able to help with the Holds. Who are, ah," a pointed, examining look for E'dre, "diplomatic enough to handle it while the situation is delicate. You're new to your position, too," the observation must be made, hanging so low. "May I ask, why would you omit Flint from your reorganization?" "Am I? I've worn this knot more than once," E'dre counters, tapping the knot resting on his shoulder. "Help with the Holds," he continues, unable to hide the skepticism or disdain from his voice and features. "Interesting that it would be that for your driving force of change." He reaches for his records, gathering them up in his lap and looking as if he'd leave the conversation. He tilts his head at X'vin, giving the bronzerider a calculating look. "I omit Flint from my reorganization because Hematite rider's would have nothing to learn there. I want them in smaller wings that have different focuses. Hematite has been doing Holder outreach far longer than Flint and both of our wings are too heavily stacked with bronzes and browns." He shakes his head and pauses mid-rise. He resettles on the couch and gives X'vin another, harder, look. "You bring me the list of those you wish to transfer and those you'd like to tap. I'll see what I am willing," not 'can' or 'no problem', "to do with it." X'vin is still so careful about his posture, but when E'dre begins to move, he puts his hand up, intending to stay the brownrider if he can. "I've heard that," he admits, sounding very mild and, yes, unimpressed. "It's why I found your reluctance to claim the offices so odd, in fact." Of Hematite's outreach, there is a low, throaty sound that is almost a scoff. "Don't worry. I want one from Hematite. You're right. Most of them wouldn't learn under me." Is he so arrogant to think he would get his way before arriving? Maybe; he when he reaches into his jacket pocket for a scrap of paper, folded into quarters, he sets it on the table and pushes it across to E'dre. "You'll be happy to note they're mostly greens and blues. One brown, for that youngling one who just got tapped before I got here. A trade, if you'd like. To balance numbers." "You don't need offices to hold a position," E'dre replies blandly, "but since my wingleader sees it as ill-fitting, I will frequent them more often." He takes that folded paper and opens it, reviewing the names within and nodding or shaking his head in turn of each that he reads. "I'll think about it," he says as he folds the paper back up and stuffs it into his shirt pocket. "I'll give you your answer in a few days." He pats the pocket briefly and rises this time without hesitating. "Anything else?" he asks as he hovers near the couch. "No. You need offices to receive correspondence, and so people know where to point their compasses to find you. This wouldn't be a bad place, if it could afford you privacy like this all the time." X'vin unfolds then, gesturing that E'dre should sit. "Don't let me run you out. I'll leave you to it. It's peaceful; I imagine you won't get much in the times to come." He shakes his head briskly. "Nothing else, no. Thank you for your time, and consideration, sir. I'm sorry to have disturbed you." He'll even tip a salute off, not the least bit cheeky, as he turns to make his way towards the stairs. |
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