Logs:For the Cause
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| RL Date: 28 October, 2014 |
| Who: F'tal, G'laer, M'raz, Wesera |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: G'laer gets a wake up call from his mentor and attends a get-together. |
| Where: Gardener's Delight Weyr (G'laer's) and ?, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 15, Month 2, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Edeline/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Oliwer/Mentions, Rone/Mentions |
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| "Get your head out of your ass." It was those seven words that snapped G'laer out of his break up haze of tea and drink. He preferred the tea, but the drink had done in a pinch. M'raz had never minced words with him so when the elderly greenrider said it, he meant it, and he wouldn't say it more than once. And somehow, coming from M'raz the sentiment made sense where it hadn't coming from any of the other people who'd tried to get through to him. Solphanth had delivered her lifemate of just over fifty turns to Teisyth's without fanfare. He came in, saw the state of the man on the floor and came out with it. "There are more important things than your sodding broken heart and no amount of this," his disdain was obvious, "is going to fix anything. You already committed yourself to something more than him." It would be easy to think his weyrling mentor meant his dragon, riderhood, and all that entails, especially since his mentor had fought Thread as fewer and fewer of the remaining riders could claim. But that's not what M'raz meant, and even through his mental fog, he knew it. "There's a get-together on the morrow," the old man said stiffly. "You'll be there. And if I ever catch you like this again," he swore, and left it there. If G'laer were another man, he might've complained that M'raz wasn't his father and couldn't tell him what to do, but if G'laer were another man, they never would have recruited him. "I'll be there," the former guard, the (heart-)broken man managed, his throat feeling dry, his cheeks burning. Yes, he supposed this is what embarrassment and perhaps shame felt like. That seemed to satisfy him, but there was no reward for his compliance and G'laer expected none. Compliance was expected. Compliance was already guaranteed. Compliance was the least of it.
"And now one of our queens is sacrificed to them-- for what?" "Seems to me they ought to be making restitution. Anyone heard anything?" No voice needed to speak twice. "More of the same. Edeline is tight-lipped. The gratitude seems genuine but it doesn't seem like she thinks she owes anyone any debt." "Maybe she's waiting until her own house is in order; the storm hit them hard." Wesera was always an optimist and the grumblings of the others quickly drowned her out. "Is it time, do you suppose, M'raz?" The brownrider tipped his head, brow furrowed. M'raz frowned. "The Weyrleaders wouldn't be pleased if they found out." "But if they're not going to volunteer restitution..." M'raz considered. "Not yet. It's only been a month. We can afford to be patient." There were some that griped that they'd been patient enough. Being patient is what brought them together. Through Rone's occupation. Through their common beliefs, their joint disapproval of the way the world was evolving in the Interval, their disdain for the breaks from tradition which had Hold disrespecting Weyr and Weyr lacking the discipline and backbone to do something about it. So, for now, they would be patient. They would play poker. That didn't stop F'tal from taking G'laer aside as they were taking turns departing, never too many at once, always staggered, nothing to raise too many eyebrows. "If M'raz won't do what it takes..." "He will," G'laer had grim confidence in this much. F'tal was younger than he, but a hot-head; he was well-trained by his father, who had departed the ledge some time before. "But if he won't-" "He will." F'tal gave him a hard look. "You know where I stand." And it wasn't with M'raz. It was with the cause. "Alright." That was all. 'Til next time. |
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