Logs:Dirty Windows
| |
|---|
| |
| RL Date: 7 September, 2013 |
| Who: Ebeny, Reesa, X'nd |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Everyone has an opinion about the decrepit nature of Fort Hold, and Ebeny shares the Hold's newest demand. |
| Where: Sunning Spot, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 25, Month 9, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Darcy/Mentions |
| It's a rainy autumn evening, not what folks might consider as being an /ideal/ time for visiting Fort Weyr's sunning spot... but that doesn't stop one weyrling pair from picking out a spot that's /almost/ sheltered from the rain, which drives in over the top of them at an angle that just about misses the ledge. Still, for an extra layer of protection from the elements, Qismath has obligingly extended his wing for X'nd to shelter beneath; he wears his full weyrling flying gear, leaning up against his dragon's shoulder as the pair of them watch the world go by below them. From the direction of Fort Hold, Laurienth swoops in over the bowl, flying low enough to almost clip her paws and wings on its rim; a deliberate choice of 'style', not inaccurate misadventure. Dark green wings stretch wide to carry her back up to circle above the Weyr, before a particular blue figure on that ledge draws her attention and sends her diving down towards the sunning spot that's not-so-sunny today. Clinging to her straps, Ben looks like she's been for a swim, so much has both water vapour and rain alike clung to her, and though she looks pale, she doesn't seem displeased. It's a hard life when one allows one's dragon to dictate where you are, and more importantly, where you might be /stuck/. While Khiabeth can be seen now and then, her dark form cutting through the wet skies, Reesa's sitting with her back against the rock wall, picking at rocks and occasionally throwing them at the far side with a /smack/. She looks, frankly, /bored/, and just as frankly, /relieved/ when she spots X'nd arrive, though she doesn't immediately call out to draw attention to herself - perhaps because of Laurienth's arrival shortly after. She's trying to be good, maybe? "Fall in a puddle?" she calls, instead. Okay, /trying/ to be good. Qismath croons a warm welcome to Laurienth, reaching his neck towards her as he greets her. X'nd offers his weyrlingmaster a smile and a salute - and in turning to say hello to her, he notices Reesa, too. "Have you been there all this time?" Because surely he didn't miss Khiabeth coming and going... right? Running a hand through his dark hair, the young bluerider steps out a little way from under Qismath's wing, towards the two ladies; if he's amused by Reesa's comment, he hides it well in a smile that's genuine, but not mocking. "... or were you down in the lake in the rain, ma'am?" "Careful," Ben warns Reesa and X'nd both, through a smirky sort of smile. "Just because I'm opposed to pitching you off the edge of this ledge, doesn't mean /she/ is." Though Laurienth shows no interest in either remaining on the ledge once she's deposited her rider, nor edging any closer to Reesa /or/ X'nd. The green /drops/ right off the edge of the ledge and pulls up at the last possible second, aiming for a tumbling, scrabbling sort of landing on Wroth's ledge, which might just be visible through the murky skies. "Rearranging your lesson down at the Hold, actually. We'll be going in two smaller groups." Though /why/, Ben doesn't seem to know, given her exasperated shrug. "Long enough," Reesa confirms X'nd's query with a skyward roll of her eyes. Khiabeth /would/ be difficult to notice given how much attention she likes to draw to herself. Today though she seems content to circle around in the skies, occasionally passing overhead, and to ignore whatever disgruntlement is coming from her rider's direction. "I'd never dare cross Laurienth," the other greenrider says with a dead straight face, though after the green departs, sits up a little straighter. She's clearly /dying/ to know, but her gaze is cutting towards X'nd with a hesitation. "Easier to wrangle the weyrlings in smaller groups?" she aims for light-hearted. "I wouldn't say we're hard to 'wrangle' in any circumstances," X'nd replies to Reesa with a wink, before he cants his head to look at Ebeny. "It's a shame they wouldn't just let us get it over with the other day. Though... Fort looked a mess, really, didn't it?" Who's there to hear possible knocks to the Hold when they're all the way up here? "It was never like that when I lived there. I always remember it seeming much... grander? Bigger, too - though maybe it's just that /I've/ grown up?" "Darcy wanted you gone and we're not in much of a position to argue with /her/ in particular," Ben sighs, still standing out in the rain with her hood up and hands resting loosely on her hips. "Whether the breach of manners was hers or ours... isn't clear. At least, not to /me/. We've never had to make appointments to do these lessons before." As for weyrling-wrangling: "I have no idea," she has to confess with another little shrug. "I don't pretend to understand Holders, I just pass on the protocol for dealing with them. Place looked... a state. Like they've fired the staff or something." She grimaces, nose wrinkling. "You're like felines, going in every which direction. It got Khiabeth all flustered the other day," Reesa's retorting to X'nd, though there's amusement in the tone of her voice. X'nd's latter words earn a faint wince: /she/ got in trouble for it already, so she's keeping her mouth shut on that score, even if tip of her head suggests she's in full agreement. "Wait- fired staff?" that's news to her. "We shouldn't have to /make/ appointments. That's absurd. They're beholden to us." X'nd nods in agreement with Reesa. "It does seem strange that we'd have to /book/ time to go and do something like a lesson - it's not like we'd be encroaching on them or anything, right? Unless being in their sky's going to be a /problem/ for them." He wrinkles his nose, clearly not believing that would be the case. "Of course, you could always maybe get on Darcy's good side by offering her a bit of something in return? Maybe have someone drop a politically correct, ah, suggestion that... maybe the Weyr could send a little assistance to help... wash the upper windows?" "I mean, that's what it /looks/ like," Ben says of the perhaps non-existent staffing issue. "It looks like they all just upped and left, the way the place has started to look mucky around the edges." She seems happy to say so out of the earshot of the Lady and the Fortian Blood. "And no, we shouldn't have to make appointments, but if something /is/ going on there and that's how it has to be, then we have to stick to it, for now. If they were just being /rude/, it'd be another matter we could push at." Turning a wry smile to X'nd, the Weyrlingmaster considers, "But would it be politically correct to point out their dirty windows?" Reesa is clearly not in agreement with the suggestion to help the Hold: "We're not their servants. If they can't even keep their own Hold... there are always other family members willing to take over, I'm sure." She throws another rock, sending it spinning over the far side of the ledge. "I'd just as soon stay away. I mean, maybe all those marks being saved by not keeping the Hold is being used for the wedding. They wouldn't skimp on /that/, surely." X'nd shakes his head. "It probably /wouldn't/ be politically correct to point out the dirty windows, but I'm sure there's a Harper way to spin it that would leave Fort unoffended, would make them pleased with us, and they get to benefit out of it, too?" But then Reesa has a point, and his brow furrows as he takes her comment into consideration. "Well, no, we're not their servants, but... maybe providing them a service like that would be good for strengthening ties, or something? It can't be easy to wash those high-up windows if you've not got a dragon." "If you want to /volunteer/ for something like that, I'll see what I can do, but I won't be forcing you or your classmates to do anything for the Hold," Ben answers X'nd, her voice kept light. "We don't know what their tithe's going to be like. Things could get worse then. Maybe Lemos will pay for the wedding? Who knows. Does it work like that?" /She/ doesn't know, but then she's admitted as much. "Maybe it'll be a different story when we go back there; maybe they just wanted time to clean the place up for guests." From across the bowl, Laurienth can be seen launching herself back towards the sunning spot, aiming to land as far away from /people/ as she can. "Do me a favour, Reesa?" Ben requests, turning to meet her lifemate. "Don't get yourself done for causing death by rock-fall?" That's her parting shot, for Laurienth is impatient to get back to that ledge, and it appears that she's meant to have Ben /with/ her this time. Details, details. The wash of disgruntled, sharp lightning that washes over Qismath and Laurienth suggests /Khiabeth's/ reaction to the suggestion she help wash windows is fairly clear. "If you can find a dragon and rider willing to do it." Clearly, Reesa and Khiabeth aren't amongst them. "Unless it's the new punishment?" a questioning look at Ebeny, before she hastily amends. "Wait, no. Let's not do that." Someone's been in trouble a few times recently, undoubtedly. She, too, shrugs at the idea of Lemos paying: she doesn't seem that familiar with how Holds work. "Promise not to get caught," she says, with a rueful smile Ebeny-wards, and a twitch of fingers that serves as farewell. Would he volunteer? X'nd shakes his head. "I've got enough to do with weyrling duties and so on, ma'am - you keep us pretty busy." He grins and winks, while Qismath watches Laurienth's landing with eager-whirling eyes. The weyrlingmaster's final comment to Reesa makes X'nd smirk, and he turns to the blonde greenrider after shooting a salute Ebeny's way. "Khiabeth's not so keen on the idea of cleaning windows, then? It's not how I'd want to spend /my/ day, but... there're worse chores they can put you to in Craft and Hold." Reesa makes a face. "That'd get her dirty, which would make her cranky- then she'd bother /me/ until I cleaned her, then /I'd/ be dirty and cranky... it's a terrible cycle that we really shouldn't entertain." She pushes up from her sitting position, dusting off her clothing even if it's just a reflexive action. "I was Weyrbred, though I did spend some time at Fort Hold briefly. I'm surprised Healer, or at the least, Harper haven't stepped in. It affects how /they/ look, too." With her hands on her hips, she squints at the dark, her expression twisting briefly. "Think Qismath might be willing to drop me off at my ledge?" "I'm Craftbred, though I was /born/ in a Weyr and I spent a little time in Fort, before going off to the Beastcraft." X'nd smiles crookedly at Reesa, brushing his dark hair back from out of his eyes. "We'd /hate/ to see you cranky. Either of you. Qismath's not a huge fan of being mucky either." He looks up at his blue, reaching out to stroke his dark leg. "Crafts probably won't step in for the same reason the Weyr won't, though you're right; they probably do have more to lose if the Hold looks scruffy." Qismath tucks in his wings, lowering himself down as he rumbles warmly at Reesa. "That's a yes. Need a hand up?" "I'll just bet Harper's chafing at the bit to say something," Reesa speculates on that topic. Of course, it's immediately when X'nd accepts and Reesa starts to join the pair that Khiabeth alights onto the ledge with a swoop of wings that spreads some of the air's dampness around. It's not that she's protective so much as Reesa is /hers/ and /she/ should be the one to fly her around. With a half-apologetic, half-knowing smile to X'nd, "Guess she changed her mind," it seems the greenrider knows her dragon fairly well. "Thank you, anyway. You should get some rest. I hear you'll be doing Between lessons in a few days." Qismath croons to Khiabeth, staying low for X'nd to be able to mount up in a moment. "Aw, hey, it's all good. Probably best she takes you home anyway, right?" The young bluerider grins, running a blue eye over the green dragon, before giving his own lifemate's foreleg a hearty, friendly slap. "Yeah, I reckon we'll be heading on down to get some sleep now. Good seeing you though, Reesa - ma'am." He winks at her, then shimmies up Qismath's straps to settle in on his back. Once up there, the weyrling fires off a salute to the greenrider, before Qismath leaps gracefully away into the darkening sky. |
Leave A Comment