Logs:Dereliction of Duty
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| RL Date: 31 August, 2013 |
| Who: E'ten, Reesa |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Reesa's been missing some of Hematite's drills here and there. E'ten sets some punishment for the greenrider. |
| Where: Sanctuary, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 9, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: N'muir/Mentions, Th'lad/Mentions |
| The afternoon has become late enough that E'ten, done with drills, is found here within what could be termed a 'bakery' for all that it has a fair amount of baked goods. And klah. It's the latter that the bronzerider has found necessary in an out of the way place. Seated at one of the tables, his jacket is still worn while a mismatched chair is being hooked over with one foot while his attention quite literally - wanders. Reesa hasn't exactly been the dutiful Hematite rider lately. In fact, the greenriders's missed more than one drill session over the past few sevens - including this morning's - enough that there might be some muttering within the wing. (Some of that muttering may involve sleeping with a certain wingsecond.) This afternoon, however, she sweeps in, wearing one of her pretty summer sundresses, headed straight for the bar. It may be the may be the murmurs that have set E'ten into something of a solitary state for the period until the evening meal. Not too pleased when anyone dares to miss drills, it's doubly more important with it's something that he genuinely has a relationship with. Something of a relationship? He hasn't really given it anything firm in conversation. It doesn't matter though, the flash of color indicates the presence of a dress.. and unsurprisingly, the greenrider who hasn't been present for every drill. Even without a good reason, which he would have likely accepted. Lifting one hand in salutation, he calls over, "Ree." Reesa turns, and there's a warm smile by way of greeting, but she lingers at the bar - at least until the bartender sets a glass of wine in front of her. With a murmuring of thanks, the greenrider sashays her way over to E'ten's table, settling herself in one of the chairs. She certainly doesn't look ill, or tired, or anything that might indicate why she wasn't there this morning, and there's no excuse on her lips, only: "You're looking thoughtful. Broody, even. Have you been practicing?" "I am and I haven't," E'ten replies, nursing the mug in front of him with one hand settling about warm beverage. He doesn't even try to smile, instead choosing to remark, "You look well. Was there something that kept you from being at drills today?" It's an absent comment to come from the man's lips, eyes shifting away from the rest of the room to settle on Reesa with interest. "You've missed a number of drills and it's better for me to ask than N'muir." Lesser of two evils, that. "It must come naturally then. You're gifted." That's accompanied by an easy sort of smile from Reesa that it's deterred by the fact that he doesn't return it. She props an elbow on the table, resting chin in the palm of her hand. "No. I just didn't feel like it." There's a carelessness in the answer, but it's hard to tell if it's intended or not. "Are you going to punish me for it?" "Why do I have the impression that you don't care whether or not the punishment is coming?" It doesn't change E'ten's features, lending towards resignation as he pushes the mug away with a square expression across the table. "But yes, I'm inclined to give you watch duty. Which," he notes. "I expect you to be there constantly for the duration of your punishment. Maybe then, you'll understand why it's so important to be punctual." "Because I'm hoping you'll make it /fun/ either way," is Reesa's quick retort, accompanied by a smile. Certainly there's nothing of repentance about her. When he mentions watch duty, she pouts, but that doesn't stay for long. Instead, she downs half the contents of her glass in one hit. "I guess that means you'll have to check up on me to make sure I haven't run away." Oddly, when she says that phrase, there's a ripple of a grimace at the end, and her gaze cuts away quickly. E'ten isn't smiling. Not one bit. "Actually, I wasn't. Not when the wing is already murmuring about us. Whatever we are to each other, it doesn't give me the right to go easy on you. Not when I need to be firm regardless of who they are. Even N'rov." Fun isn't part of the equation. "Adiulth can and usually does check up on the dragons. And if you think of skipping away from the Star Stones, it means facing N'muir next. He is not going to be as gentle about it like I am. Still. What I want to know is why. Why did you skip out on your duties?" "You're much more fun when you've had a few drinks." There's a long sigh from Reesa, as she leans back to cross her legs. "Fine. I'll show up for watch duty, and I promise I won't leave, cross my heart," and she does just that. "Happy now?" The latter question is markedly ignored. "I'm also more fun when I don't have to deliver punishments," comes the retort with mild bemusement, fingers reaching for the mug to lift higher. "And nearly." There's more? Apparently so. "What were you up to? If you had let me or Adiulth know beforehand, we might have been able to.. do something." It is duty asking or is it something else? Whichever it is, E'ten doesn't mention outright with a shifting in his chair until both elbows rest onto the edge of the table. "You've delivered it now," Reesa points out, twirling the stem of her wineglass between her fingers. "Wingsecond duties done- N'muir'd be proud." Is that something bitter there? Hard to say. "Khiabeth isn't of a mind to concentrate. I'm indulging her," is all the greenrider says. Which /might/ imply she's close to rising, yet Adiulth will sense none of that off the green's mood. It's something to watch for. It's also something E'ten can't confirm, that bitterness. While Adiulth remains unknowing of the green's condition if it exists, it's something that the pair can't and don't determine. "Sometimes, it might be good to let her be indulged - once duties are done. You can't let your dragon lead you, but we've been over that before." Things that would have been said during weyrling training. Only, this isn't the time and place. "We would've just distracted the whole wing." Because Khiabeth can be /loud/ and /insistent/, as E'ten probably well knows. A lot like her rider! The fact that it started happening ever since the Boll siege is just mere coincidence. "Don't go all Weyrlingmaster on me. I know how to manage my own dragon." Reesa's a shade defensive, leaning back and folding her arms across her chest. E'ten may not look convinced of that possibility that both would have distracted the wing. Not at the moment with the lacking information at hand. Impending rising would excuse a lot but his own dragon doesn't even have a whiff. "You might notice that I was trying to avoid that," comes the response from E'ten's side of the table, mug back onto the flat surface with the faintest of frowns. "Which reminds me, N'muir doesn't know about the punishment side of things." Yet. "So. What has Khiabeth been interested in as of late," he asks, turning the conversation to something that should be decidedly.. safer. He might have a point, but still, her arms /are/ crossed. "Have Adiulth tell Bijedth," Reesa suggests, blandly. "Oh, you know, this and that-" and he knows her well enough to know that discussion of Khiabeth, as long as it's not critical, is enough to distract /her/. "She's spent a lot of time with the weyrling dragons. She's already picked out her favorites amongst the blues, I think. I keep telling her they won't chase for another couple of months at least, but-" a twitch of lips. "Later." Meaning, E'ten isn't in a rush to get that bit of news to N'muir when it'll be in his report - at the end of the day. The blandness still isn't doing anything to assuage his thoughts, scrutinizing the greenrider briefly. He won't say it. Even if it's clearly in his thoughts. Flight. "Do you think she's the sort to never choose the same dragon twice? And does she look at any of the other colors?" "She hasn't risen enough to guess. And it's not so much who she /looks/ at as who is /quick/ enough to capture her. I doubt bronzes are, unless they get lucky." And if there's pride in the answer, well- Reesa's never been one to hide that, when it comes to Khiabeth. "Why," a sudden upward twitch of lips, "Are you hoping for an in?" E'ten ruefully remarks, "I don't know. Adiulth has certain female dragons that he'll willingly chase after. He's not like some of the other bronzes who try to fly anything that is remotely glowing. But, I wouldn't discount some of the bronzes. Some can be rather... persuasive in their actions. As for Khiabeth? Maybe she won't be settled and content with one dragon repeatedly." "That would be exhausting, chasing after everything that glowed," Reesa's saying with a laugh. "I'm so glad I impressed a green. /We/ never lose." For his talk of persuasiveness, the greenrider gives him a wry sort of look, as if to say 'really?'; she doesn't exactly look convinced. "I'd hope so. Th'lad was /fun/, but such a stick in the mud. He couldn't run away fast enough." "I've heard that argument, but I'm still debating if I should keep Adiulth around." The bronze in question may be snorting somewhere through their link but E'ten doesn't remark upon it. Not more than a twitch of his lips beginning and ending at one corner. "If I recall, the last time? You wanted us to be there. As Khiabeth gets more sure of herself... does that still apply?" The mention of another rider only serves to draw his brows upwards ever so slightly, but no comment made. "I did, and I still do. Even /if/ you'll lose." Is that a challenge? It seems so - Reesa sounds fairly sure of herself. His reaction to the mention of another rider has her laughing, but it's a light, easy sort of thing. "Don't make that puppy face at me. You /know/, if I'm going to be stuck up on watchduty tomorrow the least you could do is come to my weyr, so you can wake me up in time tomorrow." Challenge heard. Maybe even received, given that E'ten moves to finish off the klah with the briefest of laughs. "We'll see. Besides, it's entirely up to the dragons and I wasn't making a puppy face." /He/ didn't think so. "But I suppose that I could do that.. short of having Adiulth trumpet a wake up call at dawn to your weyr." Is he serious? The twitch of his lips might betray such things. Maybe. "After I go and make my report, we'll be up." "Mmhmm." Reesa's grinning now. "You so were. But no, a trumpet call will make for a grumpy Khiabeth, not to mention /me/... would you really want that on your conscience?" in case he needs convincing, crossing her legs pointedly where he can see it. "Okay, fine. Do you duty. I'll see whether I can snag us some... snacks, for later." She's standing, and with a wink over her shoulder, makes her way towards the bar, leaning over the peruse the menu there. "Maybe. I have to be able to make the tough decisions now after all," E'ten retorts rather innocently, legs noted but dismissed with a shake of his head as he stands. Appreciated for what the dress does, he can only smile knowingly of the effect. "A grumpy pair might be worth it until they realize that it's in their best interests. I'm really harmless." Truly. Perhaps. "I'll see you later, Ree." |
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