Logs:Etiquette?
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| RL Date: 19 June, 2015 |
| Who: E'dre, N'rov |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: E'dre and N'rov discuss such things like Etiquette (and Lilah!) |
| Where: Solarium, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 18, Month 5, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Lilah/Mentions, N'muir/Mentions, Hattie/Mentions, Ebeny/Mentions |
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| The bright and sunny spring afternoon has drawn most of the Weyr to tasks outside. Few find reasons to stay indoors - and so the Weyrsecond's position in the Solarium has gone relatively undisturbed since late morning. He's settled on one of the couches, his legs kicked out to hog it as he flips idly through a book. A book. Does it have pictures? N'rov, who'd so quietly sauntered in here after the hike up the stairs, leans to try and look over the brownrider's shoulder and see. "Shouldn't you be at Benden," E'dre grouses as he glances upwards and shifts to get a better look at N'rov. "Or outside? Drills?" He pauses, grimacing at some remembered thing and follows up with, "Hi, how are you? Did you need something?" "Nope." N'rov has a smirk to go with it, too. And then he's making as though to wipe his eyes and then /staring/ at E'dre. "What, did Lilah swap knots with you again?" He exaggerates checking the man's shoulder while he's at it, too. Clap! E'dre abruptly shuts the book and tosses it on the couch. He swings his legs around and plants them on the ground before he slouches back again and lifts a brow at N'rov. "No. I'm a good boy who learns his lesson. Ben was mad, so. Now I have to do better." He shrugs and looks back to N'rov. "How's things? Aside from getting lucky in Benden." Grin. "Why was she mad this time?" comes with another smirk. And as long as the other man's slouching, N'rov leans swiftly over and one long arm /reaches/ for that book of E'dre's in lieu of an answer. Thwarted, N'rov glowers at him. And then he goes and feints at the book /again/ which, perhaps oddly, puts him in better humor. "Maybe it's just me, then," he says of the brownrider's weyrmate and that getting mad business. "Pester? Someone else? You know nobody could compare to you, E'dre. Sure, Vhaeryth likes to keep Torith company, but I've been good as gold." E'dre can either continue to childishly withhold or give up the book. The first instinct is to drag it out of reach and then at N'rov's persistence he gives up entirely. "Maybe you need the help too," he says with a roll of his eyes. "And you piss everyone off eventually." "/Etiquette/?!" Is it bad manners to laugh at one's Weyrsecond's reading entertainment? N'rov's is more of a guffaw as he stands, the better to keep the book out of grabbing range. Absently, starting to leaf through it, "Yes, but then they come back for seconds." "I wonder why," E'dre answers drily, "they'd think to come back for more." He makes no effort to retrieve the book. "Hattie got pissed at me for trying to take something similar from records. I eventually bought that. Did you know they sell those things?" He still is surprised by that. "Do you get along with Lilah?" he asks without pausing. N'rov might wonder too, but all he does is grin, continuing to flip through the pages and marking one place with a finger along the way. "/Faranth/. You'd think she'd be happy. 'Self-improvement,' and all. Yes, I believe it, but I have a harder time believing that you bought it. Lilah..." Gray eyes cross the parchment to E'dre. "I'm not sure 'get along' is the most applicable phrase. Why?" "N'muir needs me.. to not fuck up so much," E'dre tells N'rov with a shrug. "I either try and change or I step down. I considered stepping down but that's when Ben got mad. I throw my toys or something." He seems vague on what exactly Ben eluded to with that. "Because she's not Ali. Ali everyone felt confident in when she stepped up and took things over for Hattie. Lilah has a way of upsetting people. She doesn't seem to try at it. Maybe it's natural." E'dre shrugs, looking momentarily impressed, "A skill to have. But, still. I think most of Hematite dislikes her. I don't know if it changed when she flew with the wing. What did you think?" N'rov's set aside his humor for now, holding the book one-handed (still with the finger-bookmarks, two of them by now) as he observes the older man. There's a twitch to the corner of his mouth for the toy-throwing, but, "Pretty much the opposite of Ali," he says matter-of-factly. "I don't think she cares to try and not upset them. And she has a reputation to uphold, after all." He rolls his shoulders, loosening them. "She doesn't throw me. She has some crazy ideas, sure, but she's got a whole lot of determination too. What I've had enough of is her complaining when Vhaeryth flies a dragon she doesn't like." "It shouldn't matter to her who Vhaeryth flies at all," E'dre answers flatly, "she is not in the position to care. Nor should she." He considers the bronzerider for a moment. "Does that mean you've..?" he waves his hand to gesture in front of him. "You're..," he doesn't want to say it so he won't. "She doesn't like me at all because of Nala. She plays favorites." Not that he doesn't. "Maybe she'll get better with age. Like wine." There's an interrogative lift to N'rov's brows, and when E'dre still doesn't say it, "What?" An afterthought addition, "Or vinegar." "You slept with her," E'dre accuses instead of asking, finding N'rov's lack of understanding as denial. "And that's why she cares who you go and let Vhaeryth fly." He sighs and rubs at his face. "You like'm sour I guess." "I did not," is N'rov's sharp reply. Not that there isn't something vaguely guilty about the way he folds his arms, book and all, and scowls. "You did something," E'dre's not going to let this go, "and if it's going to continue to make her difficult... you should just tell me. So we can figure it out together." He grumbles under his breath, "Sharding goldriders.." "Look, I'm not going to," N'rov begins, and then with an abrupt shake of his head starts pacing. He surveys the rest of the room while he's at it, checking one more time for errant visitors, but then lowers his voice anyway. Short, rough, "So she came on to me once. Don't spread it around, yeah? And she wanted me to help her out with something and I wouldn't," as though these were two entirely separate things, "and since then she acts like I'm in trouble with her for not helping, and talks about 'caring' and 'not caring,'" and he grimaces at E'dre. /He/ understands, doesn't he? "Well, shards, N'rov. Any woman or man would have a hard time with being shut down!" E'dre doesn't hide his surprise. "And she's young. You could've just done it," he blinks and begins to laugh after he's said that, "because then she'd want to control you even more." Should he find this funny? Perhaps not. He continues to laugh. He continues to laugh, N'rov aims to swat him upside the head. "Shut up," he grumbles. E'dre has the decency to not chortle long though he doesn't lose the too large grin that he aims at the bronzerider. "You talk to her about that directly yet? Or are you scared she'll come on to you again?" He shakes his head and folds his arms in front of him. "More importantly," maybe that book is making a difference, "how does it make you feel?" He can't ask that with a straight face all the same. Maybe that book is going to /smack/ the brownrider. N'rov hefts it like he's going to make that happen, only then he must realize he's lost his place, for he makes another face and stuffs it under one arm. Walking away, "Just /shut the fuck up/. It doesn't matter now." "Shards and shells, N'rov!" E'dre protests as he rises from the couch to chase after the bronzerider. He reaches a hand to grasp the other man's elbow to stop him. "I was only teasing. I didn't realize it bothered you that much! What can I do? Is her issue with you negatively impacting what happened at Benden?" Muscles tense under the brownrider's hold; in the next beat N'rov's twisting free, at once pulling away but turning back. "Nah, just grief I don't need. Don't go after her. I keep Benden Benden and Fort Fort in my head, you know? This thing with Kyouri, I know she screwed up that once, but it's a shit situation to be in. I've got to help where I can, whether it's distracting Torith," or the goldrider, given that they often don't come back to Fort for the night, "or what. I can deal with Lilah." "If you say so," E'dre releases his hold and steps back. "But if you can't or you want someone to step in... it won't be me. But I'll talk to Hattie about it." He looks back over his shoulder and then to N'rov. "Want to go to the Fountain? Get a drink? I think we can call Cece and Y'ral in. Maybe even C'stian, if you like that kid." "/Don't/ talk to Hattie about it. /Don't/ talk to Ebeny about it. N'muir... whatever." Less tersely, but only just, "if you think he needs to know then fine, but it's not like that's going to get in the way." N'rov keeps looking at the shorter man, reinforcing it rather than going for the Fountain's distraction. "I won't tell anyone," E'dre answers easily, giving N'rov a little shove at the small of his back. "Don't worry about it so much." There's the slightest crease to his brow in concern but he won't talk further on the subject. "Yeah, well, I /wasn't/." Until E'dre started it, says N'rov's jaundiced look; he takes the push. "So what's your deal with Lilah? Going to get her a class in getting along with people or something?" Then, suddenly, "You expecting Hattie to need her stepping up?" "What? No," E'dre's answer is quick and surprised. "Lilah and I had to switch knots. Hattie needs her to improve her attitude. I can't run around pulling rank and being an ass like I enjoy doing because the kid will follow my example. Or something." He shrugs and glances to the door. "This Weyr would be led to disaster without Hattie.. and without Hattie.. N'muir? Who would lead us?" He chuckles, lightening up. "You?" N'rov scoffs, "As if. Tiny Vhaeryth climbing atop Mount Elaruth is still emblazoned on my mind." Following the other man's look, he stalks over to the door, opens it hard, and checks out the other side. No eavesdroppers. By the time he turns back, the thread of white isn't even showing around his irises anymore. "Have you noticed any improvement in her attitude what-so-ev-er?" It's that door checking that has E'dre stepping back and folding his arms in front of him more than the question. "I haven't associated with her," he answers, frowning as he glances at the door and then back to N'rov. "Less is more sort of thing. My duties don't generally cross hers unless the Weyrleader's require it of us." He narrows his eyes. "Is there something you know that I don't N'rov? Spill it." "All sorts of things," N'rov drawls, "but probably not about Lilah. Let's get." He'll probably even give E'dre his book back, after enough of those drinks. "Fine, fine," E'dre grumbles, moving towards the exit. "I don't have time to care. Let's go get those drinks. Call Y'ral and Cece. Make it a party. Burn off some steam." He doesn't wait for N'rov to follow, he expects it as he leaves. |
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