Logs:Crash and Burn
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| RL Date: 14 May, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, Iesaryth, N'rov, Vhaeryth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After the dragons spill secrets, Iesaryth wants reassurance, and N'rov wants to make sure there's no crowds with nooses. |
| Where: Aishani and Iesaryth's Weyr |
| When: Day 10, Month 10, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions, N'muir/Mentions, Iolene/Mentions, Hattie/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions, N'gan/Mentions, E'dre/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: After Logs:Secrets_No_More. |
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| When the tide rushes out, it's likely not a surprise that it's chill and dark; though Iesaryth has regained her sunnier disposition in most moments, there's still a faint trace of irritation with Vhaeryth, one she can dig up if she feels like it, one that can come up if her rider isn't in the right frame of mind when she asks her queen to call. (She's gotten better about that.) This evening though, there's nothing about this bronze that's bothering her - it's the bronzes that have just fled the spires for somewhere else that she saves the full howling fury of her ire for, thankfully muted. She has been unjustly accused. It doesn't even seem that Aishani's asked her to reach out, as her request that they come when they can is almost an afterthought, really. « She says to say that I told everyone about Ysavaeth's last flight. » If he doesn't know what that means, it takes very little for her to fill in the blanks. It's a tumult that Vhaeryth dams by reflex, a transparent glass-and-steel edifice that lets thankfully-muted rage crash against it without fracturing. But his reply is quick, his awareness of what that might mean quickly pieced together, the dam shortening enough to let a froth of seawater spill over it into a waterfall that can never quite touch bottom. « We can see, » the bronze replies. « I'll bring him, he wants to come. Has she aid? » Has Iesaryth? « There are some. » Iesaryth takes the moment to look for that, to acknowledge it; there are some, there is Tacuseth and the others, though they stick to the shadows - that is their way. There are others. But still, she surged across to him - things are not so bad. The water might be cold as it spills, but she tries to pull back, not let the waves crash so heavily. « She wants to be alone. » Typical. His, perhaps obviously, will not be seen as an interruption. « When you can. » Maybe he can even hang out on the ledge, since it's cold and all. Cold and getting colder. « Good. » Vhaeryth doesn't seem to be perturbed by those crashing waves, especially with how falling and falling through not-as-cold air can warm up even saltwater, and if sometimes glass and metal might glint with distant starshine... « Now, then, » and between freezes all. They appear without announcing themselves, Vhaeryth spiraling down to that ledge she's pointed out, his rider shivering wihout so much as a flight jacket. Neither of them are stopping, not until one lands and the other dismounts, walking within. In the chaos, who'd notice anyway? Iesaryth isn't quite in the state to notice any distant reflections - or perhaps is in the mood to just let all of that go in favor of company for her rider, for her. She's on her ledge, looking up and waiting, lest anyone have any issues, and once he's landing, she's making room for him - though there's not much need to. « Thank you. » That's for both of them, touched with the understanding of the thing of which we do not speak. Aishani's quick to meet N'rov, pull him into her arms in an effort to warm him and not at all because she feels the need to cling a little, no. "She did it." Like that makes it better. Of course. He doesn't say it in words, but there's that strong impression being conveyed as Vhaeryth lowers himself to his haunches, wings shifting to keep off the worst of the wind. Besides, that way he doesn't have to admit to actually knowing what his rider's doing, busy scooping her into his, and she can cling that way. "So it's out. Look at all those secrets you're getting rid of." If the wind is too bad, there's room enough inside - but it's only autumn so far in the mountains, for all it might feel like it's further along. Iesaryth, though she's certainly not calmed, seems less anxious for the company, able to settle herself enough to wrap tail around her, giving Vhaeryth a certain amount of space. Not so much with her rider. Shani does hold herself to him, as tight as she can, dark eyes widened for all she's agreeing, "I know. It's better than carrying it around but... it's not going to do us any good, is it?" A little sadly, "They called her a liar. Me, that's one thing..." Supposedly Fort gets colder, though just now Vhaeryth doesn't seem to be buying that, turning his back to the wind while he's at it. Iesaryth may give him space to lounge the way he ordinarily might, if not so close as before, may even give him leniency to take shelter. Today, though, he's one who means to be seen, should anyone lurk their way: no interruptions, thanks. N'rov glances back over his shoulder at the dragons and the great empty space beyond, then says, "Let's go in." The rest of the way in, anyway. "Dragons don't lie, they should know that," or at least he still believes it. "Forgetting's one thing, misdirecting," but that's not what's important, which is wrapping Aishani up that much more, running his hands over her in purposeful pats as though to make sure she's at least physically okay. And though he doesn't say it, nobody storming up here with nooses, that's good. Iesaryth's grateful for that too. Though she's certainly not about to hide away in her weyr, certainly wants to be seen still, she's hurt enough that she's not up to her surveying from the rim high above. She turns to glance N'rov's way as he speaks, with a little huff. That's right. She leaves the lying to people who are better at it. That gets a narrowed glance from Aishani for all she's distracted by moving inside and hands all over her both - though he's not really intending it to be more than checking her over rather than out, she still kisses him once they're in. It's a long moment before, "Or not saying anything. And it wasn't our fault, but... yes, it seems like we might as well have done it ourselves. Just..." She looses a hand only to touch his chin, briefly. "Don't look so dramatic." Ha. "Or not saying anything," N'rov agrees. "Which isn't lying," like he knows lying, and that ain't it. "And you, the master planners. They met Ysavaeth, didn't they? Because, well, I'm still glad we stayed out of her way." Of course then he has to stand straighter, the better to eye her. Dramatically. Right before he channels his inner N'muir and snorts. "Bah humbug." Perhaps a bit regretfully, if only here, and only with him, "I made her. Well. You know what I mean. I said we'd help, not Iesaryth. She's the worst liar anyway, that's why she never talked about me." Shani's a little upset, yes - but mostly because it's Iesaryth that's hurt over it. With a little wave of her free hand before she winds her arm about his neck, "Not all of them did. Some of them paid attention, some didn't. But... she was something, Ysavaeth." There's a little admiration there. Until there's dramatic eyeing and snorting, and she laughs softly. "I want to say something like 'if they haven't come for me yet', but that's just... opening the door, really. It'll be fine." "Your prerogative," N'rov says, and his smirk is sardonic. "That's what we're here for, after all." If Vhaeryth might differ, if only upon the relative importance of oilings, well, the bronze isn't here with them, now is he. He acknowledges her admiration with a brief nod, but more importantly to him, "Yeah? You're sure?" That she'll be fine. And then he's looking at Shani even more closely, his arms tight about her, as though that would both prevent that not so nebulous them from getting to her as well as forestall any attempt of hers to much as redirect. "You're sure." "Is that what you're here for?" Aishani has a faint smile as she asks that, as if she wasn't quite sure why he was around, at least. Possibly Vhaeryth is more useful. Though she sobers a little at first, then slowly as he holds her there, to that question, that not-a-question. Dark eyes meet gray, and she might try to agree that yes, she's sure, she's fine. But it comes out: "I'm scared. I don't know if I can make this work." "For our dragons, is what I meant, to lie for them. Not literally lie here, although you're giving me ideas." But that half-joking breaks off the instant her eyes meet his, and N'rov says even as he bends to kiss Shani's forehead, lightly and tenderly, "If anyone can, you can... if you know what you want, now that it's out. Do you?" Enlightened, "Ah... Well, then. In my case, that's definitely my job." Shani can still be light, even with all of that, even with that kiss to the forehead - though it takes her breath for a moment, just before a long sigh. Eyes closed, "I love that you have faith in me. But... I don't know, N'rov. I don't want it to matter, but it will. I want to move on. It's over, they're gone... why should anyone care." And though he might have been half-joking, she unwinds herself just enough to pull him in towards her bed, though her intentions don't seem to be all that dishonorable at the moment. Her job. N'rov should argue, would argue if they hadn't already moved, so there's only a tensing of his tall frame that might speak of contradiction of what he himself had said. He goes freely to her bed, just as fast as she'll take him, but along the way, "'Bygones.'" It's voiced as a quote, a quote from something. "You don't have to care about it any more tonight, anyway," or at least if that's at all possible, he'll personally see to that. Dishonorably, or otherwise. "Our job." Fine, yes. Shani can notice that, if only because she can't keep herself away from him, even on that short trip to bed. And she nods at that quote, just that, exactly - just let it go - but she and he both have lived with this particular secret for some time, so it's easier to just feel lighter for it. Light enough to be distracted if he's going to be distracting, because that's never really an issue - so there's no more worrying about it for the night. Though later, when it's quiet and dark, and she's clinging to him again, lips pressed to his shoulder, she murmurs, "Thank you," into his skin. Because he not only came, but right then. Even now. "Love you," he says back to her, like that could be the answer to anything. Even now. It might not be an answer, but it's something she wants to hear by the way she holds him close, the second, third, countless kisses to his shoulder, along the side of his neck. It's in these moments that she's most relaxed - with him, alone, near sleep. "I love you." She's quiet for a time before, "I don't know if I want to do this anymore." Another night N'rov might tense up, even after those words of hers, but right now he must at least think he doesn't misunderstand. "How about I put you in my pocket and take you back with me, then," he says in leisurely fashion. "Nobody would notice for at least a few seconds." Another night, Shani might rethink the way she put that before she voiced it, but right now, it seems like there's not a lot of space between thought and word, despite her usual prudence. Slowly, reluctantly loosening her hold only to run fingers into whatever hair he has, "Do you think she'd fit too? Or could she just follow us when no one's looking?" With a low laugh, "How much have we talked about running away? Who would care?" Presumably, someone might. "She could go first," N'rov offers, turning his head against the pillow to rub his nose against her fingers before giving her his scalp again. "We could be following her." Someone should. "Who would track us down, that's what I want to know. Actually... if you wanted to make this place crash and burn, Shani, how would you do it now? Either in the shortest amount of time, or the hardest to recover from. What would you do, if you still were what a few of them are afraid of? Does it involve selling the place, lock, stock and barrel at Crom's next Gather?" Her fingers take a detour down his nose to his lips to linger there briefly, but it's back to dark locks soon enough, curls or no. "Your Weyrleaders might," she supposes idly, fingertips playing at the nape of his neck. "He seems fond of you, at least. As for me..." She lets that sentence die off, because... right now, it's hard to think of people who would. But that's not what he really wants to know anyway, so: "Mm. I don't know that I'd need to do much. But probably write back something awful to Crom that lays out all of K'del's issues so he never sees support again. Keep Taikrin as is, without trying to change or help. Maybe push her harder, further, so she kills herself quicker and snaps. Tell the wings that I was doing everything I could. Give Edeline a piece of my mind for abandoning her heir, and raising such an irresponsible crappy one to boot." Off the top of her head. N'muir. Fond. It makes N'rov grin, partway. "He wouldn't have so much tracking to do," the bronzerider says, "if you were in my weyr. Then I'd still be there too, see." He half-closes his eyes under her attentions and the darkness beyond them, eventually replying, "Do you think K'del's still that important? And why have her kill herself, when she could take so many more out too? Think big. Besides, you say that about the wings, as though you weren't." While he's at it, "I thought she tried to find him, not abandon him? Or are you talking the one after that?" Shani never really whines, but it's something close to that as she points out, "It's less fun if you don't run away too. Though." Fingers still move, gently and lightly, as her tone is still light, but there's an undercurrent of seriousness there. "I wouldn't mind being in your weyr all the time." Still, she can't just out and say it, but it's close. As for K'del, "Oh... probably not out there, but around here, people still look up to him, despite the vast amount of failure and idiocy you can lay at his feet. At least I've been smart." Over a slow smile more heard than seen, "Taikrin kills herself, stresses out, takes the wings down with her. Maybe I wouldn't have made Iesaryth make them do anything, but it was... trying to maintain what's left. And pride, I suppose. I don't know why I don't let it burn down around me. I don't." The last is almost helpless. She'd stop if she could. "I mean the one after that. The weyrling. Don't get me started." "Don't get you started? But I like to get you started," N'rov is quick to assure. "Smart girl." He doesn't say, 'Whiny girl,' it's not even in his voice or anything more than earlier's affectionate smile. "What with that being that much of a failure, why, you're doing the place a favor by keeping it out of his hands. Just don't drive him off too far, I don't want him to transfer there, even if N'muir would let him." He hesitates. "I'm not worried about Elaruth anymore, but do you think most brownriders would crack up, now, or is it just her?" Her and that other one. "You like getting me started, how?" And if she's teasing there, if her hands are wandering away from dark hair and broad shoulders and lower, well. At least N'rov is succeeding in making Aishani feel better, and not just in his more expedient, distracting ways. For all that she's getting a little off-track again, with a kiss for 'smart' and not 'whiny'. "I rather thought so. I thought... well. You know what I thought." He was there. Though she almost snorts for the idea of N'muir - of Hattie, nevermind - letting K'del just wander on over to Fort. The question is enough to give her pause though, just long enough to think. "She doesn't have any help. And she thinks she can do it on her own. I think that might pull anyone under. Especially if you feel like everyone's against you." Not that she knows about that, no. "By getting you worked up, of course," which is scarcely more helpful when it gets to how, but it's not like she doesn't know. That near-snort sets N'rov to grinning for just a moment. Until, "Sounds familiar," and he bends to kiss her again because no, not on her own. Maybe Taikrin isn't either, but it's Shani who's his concern. "You always get me worked up," Shani sighs, but she's not really all that bothered by it - why else would she put up with it still? Beyond the fact that most of said working up is pleasant besides. As for 'familiar', she might smirk, just a little - but that's hidden by the darkness, then his kiss... and then, she's not much concerned with anyone else but him. |
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