Logs:Fuck You, Iolene
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| RL Date: 5 December, 2011 |
| Who: E'gin, Iolene |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: E'gin comes with a proposal for Iolene. Iolene asks why he feels this need to constantly play by their rules. |
| Where: Iolene's Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 6, Turn 27 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions, Riorde/Mentions |
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| Suddenly the light is sucked out, the mind darkens. Dimly lit stars flicker into life in the distance, a full moon pierces through the fog that can wafts eerily through the night. « Is Iolene busy? Mine would like to visit, if that is okay. » (Vysravth to Ysavaeth) To Vysravth, Ysavaeth's response isn't slow in coming, her immediate reaction that of a sudden flare of candlelight in the darkness somehow bringing with it the warmth of Rukbat to overwhelm that inky night with its stars and full moon. The words, « She is not, » is welcoming, despite the young queen's assertion of her will over the dragon of her rider's wingleader. A short pause lapses after which, with the utmost careful politeness, she allows, « You may visit. » To Ysavaeth, Vysravth seems uneasy about the pressure of the queens will, allowing the candle light to warm the scene he all but removes himself from the picture. « He will come then. » And with that he is gone. It is a rare warm day at Reaches, so by the time E'gin pokes his head around the corner of the entrance to Iolene's weyr he has already shed his riding jacket and helmet. Tucked over his arm, the jacket is folded nicely, his riding gloves in hand he doesn't enter just yet, "Io? Ysavaeth said I could come visit. Are you decent?" Perhap experience has taught him that dragon's don't always relay messages to their riders, either because they forget or for their own amusement. Warmth isn't so rare at the Reaches that Iolene doesn't have a whole wardrobe full of summer clothing now, half of which are on the floor of her bedroom, spilling out into the main cavern. "Just a minute!" is called from behind that beaded curtain and a few pieces of clothing are pulled back into the room itself and the sounds of grunting and a thud are heard before a sweat-beaded Io emerges. "Ysavaeth doesn't like our weyr to be messy since any one might visit at any point but," the young goldrider looks backwards ruefully at her private space, "I think I overdid it." Iolene is clad in a simple cotton sundress, strapless and in a brilliant shade of teal with a matching ribbon threaded through her braid. E'gin takes the goldrider's emergence from behind her curtain as an okay to come in. The islander pauses just briefly before greeting her, it isn't often he sees her out of riding leathers, and before that it was make shift clothing from the island. Recovering he gives a small wave across the weyr, "Afternoon, Io." A greeting which is accompanied by a lopsided grin. His gaze takes in the weyr in which is his standing"This place is..." He breaks off focusing back on the girl, "It's amazing, Io...It suits you." Iolene glances around with a nonchalance that only a combination of youth and a few months time have brought about. It's a 'this old thing?' that seems to try and take in her weyr from another's perspective. Then, the realization of her silence sits in and the blonde girl flushes, making a vocal excuse with, "It was Teris's old weyr. If she hadn't left- I would have had to stay in K'del's weyr." That sober thought has only a moment to darken Io's features before she's moving, really bouncing, off her heels, and towards the couch that sits in front of a hearth. It's the only seating available. "Have a seat. I don't have anything to eat or drink. Ysavaeth says I'm not allowed to until I remember to put the trays back. How are you, o wingleader?" E'gin tries to reconcile the weyr that he is standing in with the nonchalant look on Iolene's face. He looks around again but doesn't say anything more about it, and he manages to quickly hide any sort of expression that might have crossed his face at the K'del comment. As he is moving across the weyr he speaks, "Well, I won't lie I'm here for two reasons. I really want to catch up and I have a little bit of business." He smirks at Ysavaeth's food manifesto, "Well you can come eat at my place anytime you want...You aren't missing a spork are you?" Settling on to the couch next to the goldrider he turns to grin, "You want to get the business out of the way or catch up first?" Iolene hasn't quite taken a seat yet, turning on her heel again to take in her home of five months, trying to see it through those early eyes once more and utterly failing. But she does attempt a smile, however weak, for E'gin befor taking a seat next to the brownrider. She draws one knee up onto the couch, the other dangling, and allows a bare foot to twitch that is followed quickly be twiddling toes that, briefly, captivate the goldrider's attention. The smile deepens inadvertently, as if a sudden thought's made her happier and by the time she's looking up, Iolene's less flustered and more warm. But what she says and how she says it is pure tease. "Business is fine. And if business doesn't turn out well, then we don't have to pretend to catch up?" "Business..." E'gin mumbles as the goldrider settles down next to him, but even he can't hide his disappointment that catching up would only be pretend. Closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead he nods, "Okay then, business." His eyes reopen and he turns to face Iolene, half turning on the couch, "Io, I want you to know what I'm about to offer is totally your choice. No pressure. I just want you to have the options you deserve, so you can make your own choice about stuff." He nods towards the ledge, "There are a couple of people who would be willing to train you, the training that you should have been getting all along. Even a goldrider." His frown that was sadness pulls further in seriousness, "These people could get in a lot of trouble, but they -and I- want you to have all the information that you can get. Then you can make the choice you want." Sympathy settles on his face and he reaches out a hand to pat the girl's arm, if she doesn't move. "I also need to apologize, for those times before, when I said you needed to because you were our change...it wasn't fair, /I/ wasn't being fair." A tilt of her head finds the disappointment and, ever so briefly, looks puzzled, then concerned, and in the continued ripple of emotions across Iolene's features, settles into disconcerted. "Oh no, I meant-," but then he speaks and Io shuts her mouth looking just a little miserable that her tease went over so poorly. "You're confusing me, E'gin," is what the nowhere-near-genius of a teenager says, the hand he means to put on her arm finding air as she pushes back into her side of the couch, uncertain. "Riorde and Quinlys have been helping with their studies throughout weyrlinghood and-," as for goldrider duties, the girl has nothing more to say but a look that shoots past the brownrider to a weyr not so far away; perhaps to Tiriana? Pulling back his hand quickly, awkwardly E'gin shakes his head, "Not the stuff we all got, not even the leadership stuff. The stuff none of us know." He sighs, "The stuff the only teach goldriders." Leaning back, even after the uncomfortable rejection of comfort he seems at ease on the couch, "I just want you to have all the information you can, but I'd understood if you said no." He pauses and waves a hand in the air, "Well, will you think about it? You don't have to tell me now, I don't think the offer will go away." Instinctively his gaze follows hers but he isn't sure what she sees so he turns back. Iolene is quiet for a long moment, her arms braced into the armrest of her side of the couch as she continues to cling to it. But slowly, the tension releases and she stops looking towards where Tiriana might be and back to the brownrider, cheeks suffused in a warm color. "Why do I have to do what a goldrider does?" is her first question, a quiet one that indicates this isn't the first time she's thought of this situation or the predicament she's in. "You don't." E'gin agrees firmly, "But it is an option, and I want you to be able to make a choice - one where you have all the information. How can you know if you would want to if you don't have the training to know what they do." The boy studies the goldrider quietly for a moment, "You could do anything, including being a goldrider if you wanted - this just gives you the chance to check it out. It is something the rest of us can't do." There is a quiet grin a wink. "You say no, that's it, I'll just tell them and then we forget I ever had conversations with them. It is all up to you." There's a gentled softness to Iolene's features as she considers E'gin, just a little something that blends her sharply thin face a little and touches at the corners of the smile she spares. "Why," and she starts this question with a delicately posed word, "Is it so important to you that I fit into roles they've designed? Why," and she continues with a second question that intends to probe the surface of the brownrider's thoughts, "Don't we do something new? Something different?" Those dark blue eyes look intently at E'gin, even as her frame relaxes all the more into this train of thought she's spent quite a bit of time on. "You complained that you never had a chance on the island cause you weren't Blooded, when I always thought you never had a chance cause you were fixated on how other people did things. Why are you trying to do things the way other people do it now? We have this whole opportunity to do things our own way." Note, she hasn't declined his offer of help, but then again, this isn't likely any kind of normal assent. "I don't think it is important that you fit their roles Iolene!" E'gin stands from the couch, being a pace in front of it, "But don't you think they must be doing some parts of it right? If you are going to fix something you have to know how it works first! There are some rules that can't change, golds have eggs, other dragons listen to them, greens are faster, browns can't produce a gold." He rolls his hand in the air listing things that are steadfast, "I'm not saying you have to play by their rules, clearly. If I was I wouldn't be here, would I, sneaking around behind their weyrleaders backs?" He's let her farther into something than he planned to, and his face sets, unreadable. "But, but if you choose to learn how they do it now, you can improve it, do it our..." He pauses and shakes his head, "No, do it your way, when you get the chance." He stops, spins on his heels to face her. "Really? Is that what you thought of me?" There is some mixture of emotions that crosses his face, "I see. I would have hoped your opinion had changed by now, I suppose by every right I have been playing their game publically, mostly anyway. Suddenly, he waves off the whole line of thought, "Well, all of that is neither here nor there. I only ask that you think about what I have offered. I am not saying I want you to be like them in the end, only that it might be helpful to know how they work. No one came up with a better way of fishing before they learned how to fish first." He hasn't sat back down, his hands thrust in pants pockets, head lowered as he stands infront of her inspecting his shoes perhaps. It's not certain whether Iolene listens to E'gin's long spiel. She might have adult moments, but she's still Iolene in the end and perhaps, somewhere along the way, she's lost the point of what he's saying. That's maybe why she starts blinking rapidly. Ultimately? All he says combined with the accusations he throws her way, rapidly crumbles any kind of kindness Iolene might show him and the flush on her cheeks darkens for the low heat in her words. "You've always been obsessed with playing by someone else's rules and then complaining about it instead of just making up your own rules from the start and having other people come to you cause what you play is more exciting rather than modifications to games people already know." She's rising now, tossing that golden braid of hers back. Her steps carry her away from the couch and away from E'gin, closer to the safety of her bedroom before she's ready to turn around and say with an un-Io-like quiet firmness. "I am telling you that we don't have to follow their rules. I don't have to be a weyrwoman like Tiriana is or Lujayn. I am managing just fine as a craft liaison and traveling around Pern and listening and learning to what they want. Why does my opinion need to change?" Her continued self-centeredness and the constant stream of /I's/ stops short abruptly, and fast on the heels of that silence from the goldrider comes Ysavaeth; a cold, weighted, leaning Ysavaeth who stops just short of crushing Vysravth's mind. « Make him leave now. » He might be her wingleader, but she's a queen and without the restrictive curbing by another gold, has unfettered use of her particular goldliness. "Oh fuck you Iolene, some of us realize we aren't playing five year old games anymore!" E'gin's face flushes as his anger rises, "But you, you'll always be the same! You love to play by the rules when they suit you." He points a finger toward the ledge, "That's how you ended up with /her/. You're only saying this now because you're losing this game. Same as you were on the island, so fucking full of yourself you don't realize people rely on you. I'm so glad /you/ are doing well. Glad you give a shit about the rest of us. I may be starting with their rules, Io, but at least I'm playing." E'gin growls out his final comments, "No one says you have to be like them, that's all you hear because not putting in any effort is so much easier isn't? Always looking for the easy way, now that there is no council, now that life won't be so easy for you, better just to run isn't it? Well fine, we'll make due without you. Shouldn't be too hard, you really haven't been doing anything anyway have you?" The only notion that Vysravth is has relayed the message tho his rider is that E'gin heads towards the ledge, without looking back. Ysavaeth would crush Vysravth right now if she could, but something in Iolene's posture stills the gold from going that far. Needless to say, the brown's persona non grata in the gold's mind and thoughts for the next few weeks, drills notwithstanding. Iolene has no response to E'gin and just watches him leave, but once he's good and gone, the beads rustle and she's thrown herself onto her bed in inconsolable tears. |
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