Logs:Covering Bases
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| RL Date: 18 June, 2013 |
| Who: C'wlin, Sabella |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Sabs comes to visit C'wlin and N'hax, just gets C'wlin. |
| Where: Weyrling Training Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 1, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Snowy |
| Mentions: N'hax/Mentions, Devaki/Mentions |
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| Weyrling Training Cavern, High Reaches Weyr(#392RJLs) All the furniture here has been pushed to one side of the room to allow a large pathway opposite: room enough to let weyrling dragons pass from the bowl's archway to the cavernous barracks at the back. None of the furniture matches, either: it varies from big cushioned, claw-footed chairs to those of plain wood, while the most seating is at the two stone tables ringed by low and equally hard stone benches. Without the tapestries that decorate many of the Weyr's other interior spaces, the room always echoes with noise, no matter how few are there. What it does have, however, are several colorful murals: on one wall, a detailed diagram of a dragon's anatomy; opposite, next to a creaky wooden door, a number of painted and labeled wing formations. Near the entrance is a large-scale version of the Weyr's badge, while the back wall, by the barracks, features a detailed map of the continent. The latter area's also home to one big, beat-up couch, black or maybe blue -- the thing's so old and filthy it's hard to tell, though it's certainly comfortable.
Sabella took up the wingleader knot for their weyrling wing some time ago, but it's been a stretch since she was last down to the barracks to visit on the two bronzeriders. When she came then it was during the day and with others around, but now at night it seems more casual. She slips in through the large, arching entranceway. Her gaze flickers around the room, taking in the absence of weyrlingmasters on babysitting duty. A smile tugs on the corners of her mouth as she hears that comment from C'wlin to his bronze and she makes her way to the pair, footsteps echoing across the cavern. She tugs on the sleeves of her sweater, pulling it close around herself. "Hey." It's hard to ignore the echo of footsteps, though C'wlin doesn't respond immediately. Mostly because life has slowed down a lot since their ill-fated trip to the Hold. Oh they've had duties, but nothing to charge the mind, so to speak. When the last layer of oil is applied to a dragon that's no longer weyrling sized, he turns to fully give Sabella his attention. Wiping the excess oil from the paddle into the bucket, he answers, "Hey." Though here a single brow quirks, perhaps prompting for more. She doesn't seem to take offense to any lack of response on his part, "Are you having fun yet?" Sabs asks with a dry twist of humor, waving with one hand to indicate the barracks at large before pulling a nearby stool towards him. She hops onto it and gives her nails the barest bit of inspection while he finishes. His single brow quirks and both of hers do in response, before she flashes him a smile that seems innocent enough. "I thought I'd come down and keep you both company. N'hax quit for the night?" She glances past C'wlin to the barracks of cots beyond them. "Oh, loads." C'wlin's return is equally dry, though without the humor and dripping with sarcasm. "I can hardly contain myself." Wiping his hands of the oil with the rag that's near the oil pot, the former-harper glances towards the inner barracks and shrugs. "Something like that." Maybe N'hax needed some alone time in there. "Keep me company, huh?" Hefting up the pot, he moves to put it away, glancing at fellow weyrling over his shoulder. "Please, stay. I can offer you nothing in terms of food or drink, but surely, the excitement of the barracks will hold your attention." This time humor is found in deadpan delivery. "I can feel the joy radiating off of you." Sabella responds, fanning herself with one hand as if she's hot from all the excitement that's coming off of him in waves. But really now. "Yeah, you know. Part of my duties or something like that." She leans forward on the stool, pressing her elbows onto the tops of her knees. The greenrider falls silent as she watches him move around, cleaning. Cutting to the heart of why she's here maybe, she asks, "What went wrong?" "Mmmmhmmmm." C'wlin shoots her a look with that fanning, but continues to move about. This and that gets his attention; one might think the boy's stir-crazy. "What went wrong?" Brows quirk. "Everything went wrong. They knew we were coming, they made us before we'd even gotten through the door somehow. Everything was wrong. We aren't master stealths, but we didn't go about this foolishly," that he thinks, anyway, "So..." He shrugs, bites his lip. At least the conversation has stilled the nervous energy, forcing him to keep attention on Sabella. "We screwed up." Is it rote words? Or truth? From C'wlin's mouth it's hard to tell. Sabella listens, looking almost distracted as she cants her head and glances away from him. "They knew that you were coming?" That's repeated, even if it doesn't sound like the question is for C'wlin exactly. Eventually she looks back to him, beginning to chew carefully on her lower lip. "No, I didn't think that you had. The two of you aren't stupid or even careless." Nearly a turn together has taught her at least that much about them. Finally, "It happens. You may have taken on more than you could chew for your first job." Her slim shoulders lift in a shrug, "Did you at least find out anything interesting?" "Possibly," C'wlin allows, frowning. "We figured we'd covered the bases. Our dragons were no where in sight, we had largely legit papers, and we were... not terrible actors." Of course, no one is perfect but the surprise for how swiftly things went down shows in the boy's face before it closes off to regard Sabella. "First job." As if he mulls over the concept briefly. "There was a boy that indicated something special was on that ship and the pirates were there to specifically get it." The something special. "The kid himself was different from the others. Scared, but willing to talk. Or he was feeding us misinformation. I don't even know anymore." It's not maudlinly stated; rather it's a serious comment of how tangled the situation's become. "But maybe not the best." Sabella suggests, not unkindly as she knuckles her hands up under her chin thoughtfully. "The next time you need papers-" She flicks her fingers out as if to indicate something quietly, without having to say it outright. Maybe she's just figuring C'wlin is with it enough to pick up on the hint. "He could have been. But that seems complicated." She mulls the concept over, her gaze drifting over to regard his quietly resting dragon. "When you were there, in that moment, how did he make you feel? In your gut?" She wonders before letting the conversation take a detour, "On the boat that's sunk. I wonder if High Reaches has had to time to go out there and poke around on it?" "Lord Devaki is a good swimmer, I hear, I bet he's already gotten whatever was of importance off that boat." C'wlin isn't dour, merely citing what's already been said to him at one point or another. "Certainly, it wasn't our best plan, but." He shrugs as it's all water under the bridge. At the mention of papers, he glances at the girl from beneath pale lashes, commenting innocuously, "I know where to go." The bronzerider's smart enough to read between the lines and savvy enough not to spell it out. "In my gut? I felt sorry for him. I'm sure he's dead now. It's just too," pause, "convenient." "Winter comes early to the 'Reaches. That water might have already been too cold for a person to go swim down there, unless they were quite talented." And even though Devaki is some sort of fish person from some island somewhere, she doesn't look entirely convinced that someone has been out there yet. The wheels of her mind are clearly turning over their little gears. "It could have gone worse." She eventually concludes. At least for C'wlin and N'hax. "That's why we don't enlist with pirates. They have a particularly short life expectancy." "I suppose." C'wlin's thoughts mirror hers regarding Fish-Person Devaki. But he shrugs, "It could have, I suppose. Though, seating thinly, revoked from my craft, stuck in the barracks... it's hard to see past that to what could be worse." Despite the words there is definitive dry humor that comes through in both expression and the sparkle to icy blue eyes. "Men accused of piracy are known for selling out when the going gets rough." Apparently, HE does not have a good opinion of them either! "You could be in jail. Sent off to the mines- or worse." Sabella glances around the barracks and nods once, as if in confirmation of that. "Worse can be done to you than just losing your craft. There's a lot of turns ahead, things change. Come back around again." Her tone acknowledges that the current circumstances do blow. But she seems to pick up on that inkling of humor, her smile returning with a deepening of her dimples. "And so what do you do when you get out of here?" "When," not if, "I get out of here, I'm going to see the world from the sky." The one slip up that hints at C'wlin being just a tad jealous of the current group's freedoms. "Yeah, it could be worse. At least we get to learn between," even if they can't go. "I'm hopeful that a turn of good behavior will net me my freedom, but until then there's naught I can do but... bide my time." Underlying that is implied: and plan. Though plan what? Probably nothing because by his expression, the bronzerider might be foolhardy but he's not stupid enough to try again. Her smiles turn crooked now and she tilts her head to regard him, the slip up and all. "I don't think they'll keep you in here that much longer. I'd think they would want you both gone after weyrlinghood is over-over. You're cramping their style." Sabs yawns and sits up, stretching her arms over her head. "When you 'net' your freedom, do drop by before you go out on any excursions again. You know how to find me." One of the perks of being a dragon rider, all that instant-contact. Unfolding her legs she slips off of the stool. "Y'think?" C'wlin slants the greenrider a curious look, though not seeming to see her so much as the idea she's presenting. "Yeah, we're constant reminders of what's happened, I suppose." Still dry humor is like the crinkle of old papers, underscoring every word stated. "I'll do just that, Sabella." Now that she's moving, so is he. There's things to do still, yet, the night isn't getting any younger and there's a lot of it to fill with inane tasks. "Sometimes." Occasionally. When she's not busy not thinking. Sabella gives the other weyrling a quick wiggle of her fingers, flashing him an easy smile as she crosses that empty space to the entrance. There's a brisk cold wind that follows after her exit, but she's quick to pull that big door closed on C'wlin and all his little inane tasks. |
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Aishani (Brieli (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 18 Jun 2013 05:56:27 GMT.
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I enjoy Sabella's philosophicalness in the face of C'wlin's emo. And the potential plotting.
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