Logs:Drama
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| RL Date: 7 March, 2010 |
| Who: K'del, Shad |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Shad is after something from the scavenger hunt. |
| Where: K'del's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 21, Month 2, Turn 22 (Interval 10) |
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| The middle of the afternoon on this snowy winter's day finds K'del safely ensconced in his weyr-- and spread out on the rug in front of the hearth. He's reading, a stylus in hand, an empty mug just to the left of him. The door is closed, but not locked; there's no Cadejoth on the ledge outside. The scavenger hunt was just a bit silly, as far as Shad was concerned. But silly in a good way. His group had decided to split the list and go after a few items each, solo. The first on Shad's list was K'del. If he was in. Shad wasn't sure, since Cadejoth isn't on the ledge. Ah well. He knocks politely on the mostly-closed door. At the sound of knocking, K'del doesn't move instantly; if anything, he looks more determined to stay where he is, to read what he is, than ever. A handful of seconds pass, and then, finally-- and with a distinct note of reluctance to his voice, he calls out; "Come in?" He draws himself towards his knees, and from there, towards his feet, eyeing the door. Shad opens the door, then hesitates just inside the weyr. "I apologize for the disturbance, Weyrleader. If this is a bad time, I can come back later? It's nothing of vital importance." "No, no, it's fine," says K'del, sounding maybe still a little reluctant, but determined all the same. "Come on in, Shad. Is there something I can do for you?" He steps away from the hearth, ending up just in front of the couch, one hand resting on the top of it as he considers the candidate. Shad grins and comes in, letting the door close again behind him. "Actually there is, sir. Could I have, or borrow, a seal from a flask of your parent's wine?" Then, just in case K'del hasn't been descended upon by the masses yet. "It's for the candidate scavenger hunt." "Oh!" says K'del, rubbing at one eye and looking slightly awkward. "Right, of course. Forgot about that-- started off carrying the things in my pocket, and... stopped." Forgot. Got distracted. Something, evidently. He turns around on his socked heel, thinking for a minute, then heads towards his desk. "How's it going, anyway? Candidacy, the hunt, whatever?" "It's going really good." Shad says. "It's really not that much different than being an apprentice, in a lot of ways." Oh, the subject matter is a lot different, but the rest is familiar territory. "At least most of the Candidates have stopped worrying about whether they're going to wake up in the morning or not." Refering to the convicts in the group. "Which is a relief. That level of drama, I can do without." K'del makes a face at the reference to convicts, which probably isn't visible, since he's still facing the desk. Still, his remark probably sums up his feelings quite well: "Seems silly, doesn't it? If they were murderers, they wouldn't've been sent here in the first place. Anyway," and now, he does turn back around, something small in his hand. "Glad it's going well. Still got a ways to go, I guess." "Tell me about it, but you know how people can be, sometimes. It's juicy gossip. Most of the ones in the Barracks seem pretty ok to me. And yeah, we do have a ways to go yet, though I'm looking forward to it, even if I don't Impress. It's not every day a holder gets to see a Hatching." K'del extends his hand to offer the seal to the candidate, nodding as he does so. "Teenagers-- no offense-- do seem to be a bit like that," he agrees. He's obviously conveniently forgetting that he still has a few months left of teenageriness. "They're exciting, anyway. Hatchings. And you'll get a good position for seeing stuff, right in the thick of it." Shad takes the seal and slips it into a pocket. "No offense taken. We can be a wierd lot, sometimes." Shad admits readily enough. "Thanks for this." He pats his pocket. "And I'm looking forward to it." "I remember," says K'del, and maybe he even sounds fond, even nostalgic, as he does so. His expression is certainly warmer now than it was. "And you're welcome. Glad-- it's an exciting thing, to Stand. Whether you Impress or not." He gives one, slow bob of his head to punctuate this. "It really must be something, Impressing." Shad says. "Because I /swear/, every rider in the place gets a little goofy around the edges if you so much as mention the word 'Hatching', much less Impression. At any rate, I'll let you get back to relaxing, sir." 'Relaxing' makes K'del's lips twitch, which may mean he was far from relaxing-- or may mean, simply, that he feels as though he's been caught out. What he says, though is warmer; "Can't help it, I'm afraid. S'just... what Impression is like. Anyway. Have a good one, Shad. Good luck with the rest of the hunt, and candidacy, and whatever." "Thanks, sir. See you around." Shad says, then turns to open the door and head out.
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