Logs:Galleries Rebellion
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| RL Date: 4 April, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, K'zin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Alida and K'zin rebel against the former no-ruckus-making in the galleries ruling and have a nice, drama-free chat. There are a few friendly punches, and K'zin gets butt-sore (literally). |
| Where: Hatching Galleries, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 5, Month 6, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly warm evening. A breeze tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the air. |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Aishani/Mentions |
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| Hatching Galleries, High Reaches Weyr Ringing the southwestern side of the hatching sands are ample tiers of carved stone benches, the lowest of which is some six feet off the ground -- just high enough to separate wayward hatchlings from unwary viewers, and vice versa. A metal railing on the outside helps prevent anyone from falling off; it also extends up the stairs that lead the way higher into the galleries. While most of the area is open seating, ropes section off some of the closer tiers when dignitaries are expected; those areas even feature cushions in the Weyr's blue and black. The higher one climbs, the more apparent the immense scale of the entire cavern becomes. The dragon-sized entrance on the ground is dwarfed by the expansive golden sands that glitter in the light. Everything on them is easily visible from the galleries, whether that's a clutch of eggs and a broody queen, or simply its emptiness and the handful of darker tunnels that lead to more private areas than the bowl. Wherever one sits or looks, however, one thing is constant: the overwhelming, suffocating heat.
Most dragons could give a damn about weather conditions, especially cold...unless it's *between*, of course. As such, Ilicaeth is splayed outside the cavern which houses the galleries and 'grounds, the growing blue napping under the delicious rays of the sun. Maybe it's his proximity to the once-forbidden place that draws Alida to it, the palest-blonde's lips quirking into a smirk at thought of being here again, her steps measured and easy as she paces inside, then up the various stairs. For once, there's no kids necking, no caterwauling hatchlings, no busy-body staff in the place... not a solitary soul. Apparently she's not made out the prone K'zin farther out beyond her, on the other side of the place, for quite suddenly, the ex-guard lets out a loud crow that reverberates quite well in the amplified acoustics of the place: "Fuck YOOUUUU!" Grin. "When and WHERE!" The prone bronze weyrling doesn't need to look to recognize the voice paired with crude comment. So he takes advantage of it belly rising to support his own shouted response. Once he's done it, he's pulling his elbows back, looking down the length of his long frame to raise comedic brows at the blonde. "Oh, it's you. Sorry, I was mistaking offer for tease." He winks at the older woman, then pushes himself up into a seated position, swinging his boots to the ground. His chin lifts in a bring it on dare. K'zin's invitation is for a spar, if she can be enticed, in this place which was forbidden to scuffle in, even in jest. The look on Alida's face - even if there for only a second - says it all: shit; caught! And then the bluie's features slip into a large smirk, her raised voice drawling out to the recognized K'zin, "In yer dreams, boy." She's too far away to make out that wink as the bronzer sits up, but once she's located him with acute eyes, his chin-lift gesture is just-barely noticed, inspiring the blonde to step smartly as she picks her way around towards K'zin, her fists curled up and raised in a rather professional fighter's stance as she clips off, "I'mma gonna finish what I started, punk!" After all, nobody's here, especially dragons, and her voice isn't loud enough to carry out of the grounds. "Over, and over, and over!" K'zin continues to goad. It's obvious that he's lying, but it's a good way to get punched, and that seems to be his aim. He's up on his feet, dropping into the stance she taught him in their lessons together, "No marks, alright?" It's for practice after all, and his grin makes this clear. There's nothing serious meant, just a good opportunity to exercise both their training and some pent up rebellion from even the rules of yore. She's up for it! Still grinning - though rather wickedly now - Alida finally closes with K'zin, her stance balanced upon the balls of her feet, arms readied to either punch or grab, her chin tucked in some. Greens blaze a restrained witchfire as the early-twenty-something female bobs in and out at her fellow weyrling, launching a few quick, basic jabs and grabs to test his defenses. "No obvious marks..." is huffed out lighty. K'zin is an idiot. It's been said more than a few times recently, by others and himself. As though to prove it, he drops his guard as brows rise and he protests, "No, no marks." Here's your cheap shot, get 'em while it's hot! She's in this - even in practice - to 'win,' Alida having been taught that physical confrontation is nothing to take lightly, and so when K'zin drops his guard, the female weyrling darts in a harsh slap to his outer shoulder, the contact managing to sting even through clothing...her form then darting back out. Her features are intent and serious, now, eyes locked to K'zin's browns as she rumble-huffs out, "*Never* drop yer guard. I just disabled that arm, so drop it." She's not angry, simply in her teaching zone. Well...at least the blonde abided by his insistent 'no marks' request. "Ouch!" K'zin yelps as the slap finds his shoulder, hands immediately coming back up. Dropping his guard when he gets distracted has been a frequent problem for him in their bouts. It's going to get him laid out someday, unless Alida can beat the wisdom of the lesson into him before that day arrives. He's light on his feet, as ever, just not observant. The arm drops dutifully. The other arm seeking to compensate. He puts extra attention on his footwork now. "It's okay to drop your guard sometimes. I'm thinking I drop it too often." He makes small talk as he makes ready to dodge any incoming attempt. "If you implicitly trust someone, then maybe..." Alida huffs out as her feet move her about, the young woman nodding as Waki drops the 'injured' arm, her thin grin then given to her fellow weyrling's following comment. "Yep. Can't teach y'the lessons *I* learned the hard way, since Quinlys'd have my ass in a sling, buuut..." And even as she's talking, perhaps distracting the youth, one of her booted feet lashes out, hooks around one of the bronzer's ankles if it lands, and attempts to upset his balance out from under him...a move that will send him splaying over onto his ass upon the bench to his rear. K'zin didn't see it coming, as per usual. So when his rear meets the unforgiving stone, there's a wince of pain. There'll be a mark, though it's hardly Alida's fault and unless Quinlys plans to spank him for his rule-breaking when he turns himself in later, it's not a mark any are likely to see. "Argh, I'm gonna feel that in the morning." He holds both hands up in surrender. "Maybe this isn't the most conducive learning environment for keeping dragons calm. No fall mats." He notes, as though it weren't obvious. Then there's a pat of the bench inviting her to join him. "How're things with Ilicaeth? Haven't had a chance to ask lately. Getting more sleep?" She's not wincing when K'zin's ass hits the bench, but Alida does note dryly, "Need ta' learn how ta' fall better...though in this limited circumstance..." Cue a shrug and a little smirk from the bluie, who nods to her fellow weyrling's 'I give' gesture, watching him a bit guardedly as she soon joins him in a seat upon the bench. "Some uv' 'em can't even keep calm when it's staff dealing out the hurt, and *they're* even trying ta' have their lifemates restrain the babes." A small roll of eyes speaks plainly of how the blonde thinks of *that*, but she easily enough switches tack, murmuring over, "Decent. Yeah; that different oil made a lotta' difference... Sticks around longer, sinks in better. So *I* get more time between oilings ta sleep." A soft smirk and snort trail into a look over at Waki, greens studying his face intently, even as the ex-guard casually inquires, "You?" "Oh yeah?" K'zin asks with interest, "I must be missing all the really exciting classes the way they've split us into group. In mine, it's all flailing and fear to make contact." He glances to the guard's face. "You'd have more fun with that group than should be allowed." His grin is easy and his hands go behind him to press flat to the stone, leaning on his arms a moment later. "That's good." He comments of the progress with Ilicaeth. "Oh, Ras is doing alright. Hraedhyth gave him a scare a while back with her influence and he's been a little different since. Tried to take him hunting yesterday." That earns a little groan. "He's miserable at it. By the end of the morning, all he'd succeeded in doing is coaxing little Daeziloth, you know that one green? Anyway. He had her hunting for him. Not that she was much better." He snorts. "Have you taken Ilicaeth to hunt?" "I'm a kind-uv' unofficial right arm..." Alida notes around a twisted bit of a smirk, her dry tone of voice perhaps speaking volumes to K'zin even before she speaks again. "Can't have the pissant weyrling usurping the weyrlingmaster's dominant position, after all." Snork. "Can't blame 'em, though; I'd likely do the same thing." Shrug. And then it's time to listen again when Waki speaks of Rasavyth, the woman's greens intensifying somehow even as she chuckles softly. "Oiy. Yeah, he's gotta learn how ta' do it himself, or he's gonna look like a dink. Maybe use a little discreet peer pressure on 'im for that?" As far as Ilicaeth hunting goes... Alida grins in suspicious fashion, then nodding a couple of times to her fellow weyrling, factoring in her offhanded comment, "He took a few mental lessons from Cailluneth 'n me...got it mostly decent. Took down a yearling herdbeast on 'is lonesome." There's pride in her voice, though touched with a hint of humor. "Of course not." K'zin agrees readily of the Weyrlingmasters' overall order of things. "I don't blame them, but I almost think it doesn't make as much sense as when Thread fell." He licks his lips, as though preparing to give a long speech, but instead just says, "I mean, I get all the stuff we're going to be doing and that involves a lot of teamwork, but I dunno. I know Thread doesn't always fall when it ought, and not when it not ought, but..." Some part of him just doesn't love the status quo and it shows in the hesitancy with which he speaks on the topic. To the matter of Ras' abysmal hunting efforts he gives a little shake of his head, "Peer pressure doesn't work on him." Because Rasavyth doesn't see himself as having any peers. "Embarrassment doesn't either. It just makes it worse." One hand goes up to flip through his shortened locks. "I think if I start talking to him about the effect that blooding before a flight has, he'd try harder though. It's not like he could convince a green to give him some kills to blood before she rises." Beat. "Well, maybe he could, but he shouldn't." "I wonder if the weyrlingmasters even notice how cheesed off we are about that crap..." Alida murmurs almost thoughtfully about the status quo K'zin's speaking of, the blonde then smirking in her usual fashion. "They'd be thicker than two planks if they didn't...so *I'm* cautiously assuming that the weyrleaders know, too." Not much escapes her when she focuses on something. And then it's on to Rasavyth again, and the guard purses her lips into a faint moue of concentration, finally replying with a clipped, dynamic, "Go fer' the intellectual appeal, then... or the 'adult' tack. Adults don't have others hunt for them." Nod. "No. Probably not. But I guess everyone is a little on edge with everything going on. I just-- I want a gold to hurry up and rise again so all this gets sorted out. Then there's at least a firm starting place. I don't think that particular tradition will ever change." Apparently K'zin thinks thicker than two planks might apply. "I don't know that they don't know because they're not smart. I think it's too much a headache for them to deal with. They're to train us, not to brainwash us." But isn't it almost the same thing? "You hear about that Silver Threads thing?" There's a nod for her thoughts on Ras, "Good idea. I'll see if that can't entice him." The blonde listens to K'zin attentively, a soft grunt of acknowledgement given to him in answer to the 'condition' of the Weyr's leadership, a small roll of eyes factored in for that 'training versus brainwashing' comment. "Yeah...this place ain't the Guards, after all." What, do they brainwash people? "Fine line there, enough times." A moment for cogitation produces, "Whadda' *you* think uv' brownriders, females as Weyrleaders? Hell, even blues 'r greens in that spot?" As far as the leadership program goes... "Yeah... thinking about it myself." Maybe. "Ilicaeth's all on board for it...but he's kinda green, too." And Alida, the structure and order junkie isn't?? "Oh, I dunno." K'zin's brow folds with his thoughtfulness. "I was Weyrbred. Holdborn but then Weyr and Craftbred. And K'del was Weyrleader for my whole life here. And he's a good leader." This much, K'zin sounds sure of. "His lifemate is a bronze. So I guess I always thought it needed to be that way." There's a glance towards the bowl, thoughts likely skittering further to find his own shiny lifemate's sleeping mind. "But the more I get to know Ras, the more I think it doesn't necessarily matter the color of hide, that the individual should count for more." He gives a little shrug, "I do think it's unfair that all the women are hogging the decision-making." He eyes Alida, perhaps expecting this strong woman to whap him one for saying so. "But I get that that would be limiting, too, seeing as how a goldrider is a woman, and a gold is the only one with the influence necessary to control a Weyr, in times of trouble." That strength K'zin does recognize and respect. "Can't say as I like how freely it seems to be used, but I'm hoping that's the individual gold, not golds on the whole." He's still got a bitter taste from his recent experience as briefly mentioned before. "What about you? You fancy taking on that Weyrleader knot or you more of a traditionalist?" A look out over the heated, empty golden sands allows Alida time to cogitate over K'zin's comments, her gaze a little distant, though all her other senses are perked. Finally, she notes in a low, firm voice, "Tradition's all well-'n-good...until real life 'n circumstances require a change." A look over to the male to gauge his response to her first words is followed by a thoughtful, "I think that's one uv' the important things about how we deal with crap that filters inta' our lives: are we willing ta' adapt? If not..." Suddenly, both of her hands are lifted out, and brought forceably towards each other, palms smacking together with a stiff 'crack' that echos some. "Eliminated, in one way 'r another." She doesn't speak of K'del, or anyone else in power, really, but K'zin can likely draw his own conclusions. A firm pair of nods greets the bronzer's thoughts about dragon color, 'lida factoring in a clipped, "Same here. If a pair, even the human half, has enough going for 'em t'lead well, then jays...they oughta' be Weyrleaders. T'*me*, the ability t'catch a gold means the male dragon involved is good at passin' their heritage on...not necessarily good at managing a Weyr." Horrors; she's not super Traditional! So perhaps oddly, when Waki mentions women hogging positions of ultimate power, the palest-blonde simply grins, shaking her head a little. "That's one uv' those damned draconic imperatives: golds tell every-fuckin'-body what ta' do, when the cards'r down." That small bitterness is heard, noticed, but not commented upon at this point, Alida giving K'zin some room to deal with it himself... not that she's super-empathetic, anyway. "Me? *Fuck* no!" Smirk. "Look at all the crap K'del, Taikrin went through ta' retain that knot. Imagine bein' under that magnifying glass *all.the.effing.time*" Headshake. "There's other positions uv' authority, without all the bullshit associated with 'Leader." K'zin's face is simply pensive as she speaks, gaze wandering from her face to the cavern and back. He's considering. He doesn't have all the answers here. "That isn't to say though, that I'd pick a brown or blue or green Weyrleader over a bronze just for the sake of change, not if the bronze is best suited." There's a pause, "I do think though that the lifemate has to be taken into account too. In times of trouble as much as the queens control, the Weyrleader's dragon is looked to for organization, and there are just some dragons that wouldn't take to having to do that very well. Just the way that some dragons aren't cut out to be a Wing's lead." He gives a little shrug of his shoulders. The clap of hands doesn't make him jump, to his credit, eyes simply following her hands as they move. Then his brain seems to fixate on something because the generally thoughtful look turns to focusedly perplexed. "Hey, wait a second. If it's a gold's imperative to be bossy just because she's a gold, and doesn't get in any kind of trouble for doing it when it's not appropriate, how come I get in trouble for following my biological imperatives to kiss girls when it's not appropriate?" Where did this come from? Well, that one comment pitched to the left field topic hanging at the edge of his brain. "That's another ruddy awful double-standard." He grumbles this before returning to the topic at hand, "So not Weyrleader then. Is there something in particular you're angling for?" "I agree..." Alida says without the need to think about it, the blonde bobbing her head as if to lend credence to her words. "Whatever person 'n dragon'r best for the job. If it's a bronze pair, fine. If it's a green pair, fine. Want the most competent ones." Another small flurry of nods greets K'zin's words of the dragon*pair* being important, 'lida commenting, "Dragons do best at controlling their own kind, most often, and I see that bronzes have the most 'pull' with anything except golds... Another biological imperative, uv' course. *But*..." But? "Humans pair up with dragons ta' bring direction, an' more sense to life. If a firm green and her firm an' directed rider c'n lead a wing successfully, why not a Weyr?" Grin. Ahh, and then the bronzer's firmly putting the conversation among the human realms with his maybe-facetious comment, Alida rolling her eyes again and clipping off with dark humor, "'cause *human* males'r expected t'be in firm mental control uv' their own junk. Humans have more reasoning brainpower, overall, than dragons." Snort. "Except for the occasional fuckin' idiot." That last observation is spoken with as much heat as humor. Apparently the guard isn't going to comment about her own aspirations...if she has any. It seems they're both, more or less on the same page in so far as leadership goes, though perhaps they would wildly varying factors for what would make a good leader, were they to start comparing notes. It's not a topic K'zin brings up just now. To the matter of men and their junk, he makes a face - it's the kind of face that children make when they're not allowed another cookie, "Well, that's dumb," is his brilliant argument. He rolls his eyes, "Why do dragons always get off easy?" It's apparently meant rhetorically, because he's pushing himself up to his feet. "Ras is waking up. I'm gonna see if I can convince him to hunt. Try your technique on him. Doesn't help that he reads me like an open book." The bronze weyrling shakes his head. "We on for extra training later tonight? S'been a bit since we have." "Cause they're kids, compared ta' most uv' us?" Alida comments around a snort, then noting, "I never said that." Smirk. As to the awakening Rasavyth reading Waki too well... "Try imagining a small box uv metal in yer mind. Make it *real* in there, and try to put yer most private stuff in there. I had ta do it with 'caeth, so I could get a little bit uv' peace." Eyeroll, peer. "He has ta really dig ta' get at it, now, or be allowed in there by me." No more casual riffling. A firm nod for the offer of extra training is followed by the blonde's laconic, "And, like always, we never spoke uv' such, never did it." Always 'c.y.a' with her. "Later, Waki." Alida's insistence on you see nothing, you hear nothing, you felt nothing earns her a solid eyeroll from the bronzer before K'zin is trotting off, a wave thrown over his shoulder and a "Later!" called back to the bluie. |
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Comments on "Logs:Galleries Rebellion"Alida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Fri, 05 Apr 2013 06:35:11 GMT.
Sometimes I wonder what 'side' these two will gravitate more towards, in the end...if any side at all. ;)
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