Logs:Face The Consequences
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| RL Date: 24 June, 2015 |
| Who: Farideh, Edyis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Farideh and Edyis exchange words in the kitchen. |
| Where: Kitchen, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 2, Month 2, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, T'mic/Mentions |
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| The kitchens are busy with preparations for the evening meal, pots bubbling away as the staff laugh and talk while they work. Perched at a stool with a knife, Edyis has joined in, grinning as she listens to the chatter, peeling away at a pile of spuds. Her flight jacket folded over the back of a nearby chair. The air is warm and filled with the scent of cooking food and warm klah despite the chill elsewhere. It may be warm and the conversation lively, but that isn't what has pulled Farideh from her day of drills, lessons, and extended duties, into the kitchen. She comes fully armed with a sheaf of paper and her stores keys, right out of the entrance to the stores themselves, dangling the latter from her forefinger. Stopping nearby one of the dishwashers, she engages in a brief chat, in whispers, during which her eyes sweep the kitchen and take note of Edyis. "Hello," she greets, after separating herself from the kitchen staff with a smile, and sidles up to the chair wearing the brownrider's jacket. "Edyis. How are you?" It isn't until her name is spoken that dark eyes lift, and that wide grin fades a little, brows drawing together faintly. "Hey," seems tentative, but not without warmth. "Looks like they are running you ragged." She states continuing to peel. "Everyone wants to make sure I can do the job and handle the stress," is all Farideh says, carefully folding the scrap of paper down to a small square and tucking it into the pocket of the waist apron she's wearing today. "What has you," her eyes flick between girl and potatoes, "peeling potatoes in the kitchen?" Edyis considers the goldrider for a moment, before the question has her laughing, "Why not? I was sitting here warming up after the last round of drills and somehow got put to work." Which earns a few chuckles from the workers nearby. She tilts her head then, making a little more room at the table. "It also is surprisingly cathartic." The shrug Farideh gives is one story and the following frown another. "It's not a problem-- as long as you've finished all your drills and lessons. It's early yet," she says. "Make sure you don't get behind in formations and-- I don't want Quinlys breathing down T'mic and my necks, respectively." She sets her hands on her waist, and glances to the cooks by the hearths. "If you're done with everything, then the free time is yours." Edyis arches a brow, something changing in her expression at the warning. "She'll find something I'm sure, regardless of what anyone else does. I believe it's in her job description. Making the lot better or competent or preparing for survival or something like that." She shrugs then, "Don't worry, T'mic's a good person, I wouldn't intentionally do anything to screw thing up for you two." It might not be what she intended to say but its what come out. "I'm sure," Farideh avers, of their good weyrlingmaster, and slants a look down at Edyis. "These next two months will be important. Flaming and betweening, are both dangerous and-- not just for us, for you, both. It's hard to come back from burns and if you between wrong, there's no coming back, at all," is a little more dire, but all the same persistent, her brows rising and falling with inflection. "Keeping up with Akluseth's strength training is really important, and for you too, not just physically, but mentally. That connection-- think about when we first started, when we first Impressed, and we didn't know what we were doing, but we had to learn to control that part and fast. Knowing how to separate him from you, you from him, and-- also, how to utilize that." She pauses. "Just-- we all need to do more these next months, more though it seems like too much." "If you are intending to sound like one of the instructors, you are doing a good job Farideh." Edyis tones blandly another layer of potato skin falling into the pile below. "It isn't as though I am unaware of the dangers either." She studies her fellow weyrling for a moment, before setting the knife down and throwing the finished spud into the bowl. "Why don't you just say what is really on your mind, might be easier on the both of us." Farideh searches Edyis' face, her own neutral save the scrutinizing eyes. "I'm supposed to remind you. This whole setup is supposed to mimic a real wing dynamic. Wingleaders and wingseconds are culpable for their wingriders, and T'mic and I are culpable for all of you. We, I, want everyone to do well. I understand that you chafe under authority, or whatever it is that you've been doing since you Impressed, but this is how life is now. Even I have to listen to Irianke and K'del tell me how much I suck, all the time, which no one has done to you. Just get through it for now and if it's such a problem, work towards bettering yourself and aiming to be the one giving the orders instead of the one receiving them." That little tirade earns an amused lift of the former scribe's brows, her mouth slanting. "You seem to think that because you've been named in a position of power that that automatically means people are going to chose to listen to you. I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you're going to run into a few who'd rather just face the consequences of not listening." That scrutiny is returned sharply, though not entirely unkindly. "It isn't authority I chafe under, it's hypocrisy and ignorance. But then again since you seem to share in our dear leader's opinions, I don't expect you to understand that difference." She moves to grab her jacket. The brownrider's reaction earns both raised brows, this time around, and her hands clasp lightly in front of her apron. "I'm sorry you feel that way, Edyis," Farideh answers, and marks the other girl's movement with indifference. "It was lovely chatting with you," is her farewell, with a smile, before she turns to face the cooks and resettle her hands on her waist. The jacket is slung over a shoulder, but she doesn't move away, perhaps catching that movement of the goldrider's hands. "Do you really believe me to be the sort of person who bucks at authority for no reason, or someone who only makes friends to get something selfish out of it Farideh?" Tilting her head then studying. "Because if that isn't what you think, you might save yourself some heartache by clarifying. " The last is almost hopeful, but also guarded. "Edyis," is calm, as Farideh looks back at the other weyrling, "I think you have a problem with authority and I don't understand why. I don't understand why you do any of the things you do anymore, but you seem mad ninety nine percent of the time. This is our life, and these are the things we have to do," she says, sighing, "but everything appears to piss you off more and more. I can't help you if you're unhappy. I'm not a mindhealer. I'm nothing more than a weyrling, like you. I don't have all the answers. I don't understand anything any more than you, but I do know-- being pissed off at the people who want to help you the most-- it's counter-intuitive." Edyis sighs, "Then ask. Generally if you don't understand something that's the most direct route." Running a free hand through sable curls, "If you'd been paying attention you probably would have noticed that there haven't been clashes with most of the assigned wingleaders. It isn't an authority that is the problem; it's hypocrisy." She exhales. "And no I don't respond well to people who only give orders out of concern for their own hide." She shakes her head, "And I'm not pissed at the people who genuinely want to help either. There's a difference between being genuine and not." A wide, thin smile surfaces as Farideh turns, slowly, to face Edyis. "I'm sorry I haven't had the time to check in on your mental health and ask you why you're mad. I should have made the effort and made sure you were happy. I'm sorry you think I'm a hypocrite, though I'm not sure what I'm being hypocritical about, but let me apologize in advance for that. And no, you're right, I'll start being more genuine and have concern for everyone else around me." Her smile edges wider, wilder. "Is there anything else I can do for you today?" Edyis rolls her eyes, "Farideh, I'm not mad at you, and you aren't even who I was talking about. It isn't your job to know if I'm happy or not, I'm just so tired of people looking down their noses at me pretending to be helpful. You just.... that whole spiel doesn't sound like the person I knew before. But your right, maybe everything's changed too much." Farideh starts, her face complete in disbelief, but she reigns it back in with a calming breath. "Edyis, we have been through one of the most life-changing experiences in our lives. We aren't, and can't be, the same people we were. I can't even apologize for that, because I have no control over the changes. I was Farideh before, and now I'm Farideh, Roszadyth's, just like you're Edyis, Akluseth's. Nothing can be the same as it was ever again." She goes quiet, letting those words sink in, before she starts up again. "It's one thing to be a reckless, carefree girl and another to have the weight and expectation of a whole Weyr on your shoulders. Everything I do, every little action I make, every little word I say, reflects, I was told. I do what I do to stay afloat, to stay above K'del's disdain and Irianke's disappointment. I'm sorry if that is disappointing to you." Edyis shakes her head, "I'm not disappointed Farideh, and I'm sorry. I sometimes forget that impression for you meant more shackles than freedom." She exhales shaking her head before painting a smile across her lips; voice lowered enough just to stay between the two weyrlings. "And if you ever need a minute to just be let me know. I promise I'm going to try to be a better friend." "I appreciate the acknowledgement, but I wasn't trying to make you feel bad. We all wanted to Impress, we made that decision, and-- if we really thought about, there was always the chance one of us would Impress what came out of the gold egg. I shouldn't complain." Farideh shifts, restlessly, on her feet and gives Edyis a rueful smile. "This is our lot. I keep hoping one of these days I'll wake up and it will feel easier than days past, but not yet." One hand gestures to the potatoes, "I didn't mean to disturb you. If it's therapeutic, by all means, just--" She hesitates. "Make sure you're on the up and up with everything," another gentle reminder, before she pulls out her keys again and that folded piece of paper. Edyis tilts her head. "Contrary to what some might think, I am not a horrible student Farideh." Plainly not understanding whatever it is the wingsecond seems to be implying. "Have a good rest of your evening weyrling." She offers respectfully before slipping out of the kitchens. |
Comments
Alida (01:31, 25 June 2015 (MDT)) said...
- crosses fingers for these two* Very glad to see they didn't storm out on each other. It ain't easy, bein' green (or brown, or gold, or...) ;)
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