Logs:Harperly Hopes
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| RL Date: 14 March, 2012 |
| Who: Emme, Kharven |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Emme wants to take up her apprenticeship again. Kharven is willing to try. |
| Where: Harper Classroom, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 3, Turn 28 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Hypatia/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Mielline/Mentions, Tiriana/Mentions |
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| It's been awhile since she's seen the inside of this particular classroom, but Emme still wanders in and glances over everything as if it remains familiar. "Kharven, do you have a moment?" It's after the time that the kids usually scatter off, but there may be stragglers so the brownrider keeps her voice low enough not to disturb any of those diligent homework-doers. There are homework-doers, but only a couple, and although they glance up when Emme enters, none of them are distractable enough to look in her direction for only a moment. Kharven himself is in his usual position behind the desk; from the looks of it, he's marking papers, and perhaps that's part of why he smiles so brightly when Emme enters. "Emmeline," he says, sounding delighted. "Of course I do - come, sit." Let him put aside those papers, at least for a moment or two. It's also been awhile since anyone has called her by her full name, causing Emme to smile brightly back at the Journeyman. "Wow, it's nice to see someone pleased at my arrival. I seem to be a harbinger of doom lately; this is quite refreshing." she admits, her dry humor apparently very much still intact. She tugs forward a chair at the invitation and sits down promptly, though the way she leans forward suggests an earnestness. "I wanted to talk with you about continuing my studies. Particularly law." And of course, she holds up a hand at that. "Not entirely for the reasons that made everyone so nervous when we first arrived." Steepling his fingers in front of him on the desk, Kharven's expression is an amused one that gets steadily more so as Emme speaks-- at least until she gets to the point of her visit. Then, it shifts, but not towards disapproval - and not for long, given what she says last. "Ah-hah," he says, in an even tone that speaks of unprofessed amusement. "'Not entirely'. Why don't you tell me what your reasons actually are, first." "It is /not/ funny." Emme protests, shaking a finger at the Journeyman admonishingly. "Landing in icy cold water on a water-logged corpse is rather... rather... disgusting really. I'm quite sure Tillek has banned me from their premises or something by now." At which pont she makes a face suggesting she's poking fun at herself. And when his shifts, hers does as well in to something like exasperation. "Well of course that's part of it. I mean, I'll be prepared to assist. But it's been made clear that I won't be privy to 'classified' information anymore. So...." her lips purse, indicative of her displeasure before she addresses her other reasons. "Wouldn't it make sense to have people aware of the laws that govern hold, hall, and weyr who are mobile? Who can help with situations that span more then one ... jurisdiction? Just like what happened with that poor boy." There's an unspoken apology visible, briefly, in Kharven's knitted eyebrows at the mention of the corpse, and his mouth draws in in a way that suggests distaste at the idea. But the rest of what Emme has to say distracts him further, and, "So you'd like to be a riding Harper, except that instead of travelling by foot or runner, you'll travel by dragon." The idea doesn't surprise him, at least. Said more musingly, after that, is his added, "It's a pity dragonriders must be attached to a weyr, really." Emme nods firmly at the brief and unspoken distaste. "Exactly." she says simply, in agreement. "And yes, that's the general idea. Much faster, wouldn't you agree?" An eyebrow is arched in query of course, at his suggestion that dragonriders have to be attached to a weyr. "Do they?" is wondered, with a bit of genuine question inflected therein. "I could understand that they must be during a Pass. But we're in an Interval right now." Emme's question clearly startles Kharven, who straightens and looks-- it's hard to tell, exactly, what he's thinking of the question at first, to be honest. Then, "Dragons need special accommodations. They eat too much to be easily supported by others." Unspoken is his 'and that's the way it has always been done', but it would be difficult to miss it nonetheless. "Would you really want to abandon the weyr? Force your brown to live without other dragons around him?" "Where we live is one thing." Emme clarifies, after listening to his explanations. She does give him a 'look' at the implied reliance on tradition, but doesn't comment on it. That he's thinking outside the box at all is progress right? "Well of course not. I could never do anything that would cause Rhazekth distress. And certainly not to that scale. He's as much a part of me as my blood. But just because we reside in a Weyr doesn't mean we need to answer to it." Shrug. "People pay for accomodations all the time, don't they? I mean, if a Weyr wouldn't allow a dragoning pair as residents who don't answer to them, they could always be paid to do so. High Reaches Weyr is, after all, charging Southern Boll per diem charges for rides and services aren't they? Until things are cleared up with Fort. It's just a thought, really. I like High Reaches. It's... home." Even Emme's further explanation appears to be a completely new concept to Kharven; he looks no more sure about this than the previous, though he /does/ give a slow, thoughtful nod. "I suppose so," he allows, finally. "I'd never considered it before. At any rate, even if it were an option," his words don't seem to imply that it could never be, or that it definitely is; he's neutral on the idea, for now, "that would have to be some time in the future. When you have skills to trade. The question on the table, for now, is rather your further studies, I imagine." Emme apparently still has a knack for making brains melt and leak out of harper ears; a fact hat has her proferring Kharven with a dimpled smile. One that may secretly hide some glee that the exiles remain capable of making people nervous. "Yes, that's right. Law and... uhm, songwriting. Those two things especially. But I miss all of the subjects I was being taught, really." she admits. " Kharven's returned expression is, at least, accepting of that dimpled smile. Perhaps he's even enjoying it; perhaps not. "Have you spoken at all to your Wingleader about balancing duties? Do you have permission to undertake this?" He's gone back to steepling his fingers and looking thoughtful; his intent, studying glance would certainly intimidate some, though it's not out of character for the Harper. "When I joined the wing I did tell her I wanted to continue pursuing my harper studies at some point. So long as I'm available when needed, she didn't seem to object. Mielline is very nice. One of the few Wingleaders that would even allow us into her wing." Which doesn't -exactly- answer Kharven's question of whether she has permission or not. And it's rather difficult to tell if she's intimidated since the brownrider just calmly meets his gaze, her lips even curving upwards a bit as if this is some kind of challenge: who looks away first? Likely her. Okay, definitely her. But not until she's gotten her point across. Kharven has a lot of practice at this kind of staring contest: it's one of those things you need to perfect, as a harper who teaches children even part of the time. Still, he does seem to take Emme's point, because after she breaks the stare, he's nodding, just once. Quiet acceptance? Understanding? Thoughtfulness? Difficult to tell for sure. "I'm not unwilling to present your case, Emmeline," he says - still using her full name. Does he not know the change? Is he ignoring it? "I cannot promise what the answer will be. Written support from your Wingleader may be of use. From the Weyrleaders, too, perhaps, though that's up to you. They may request an interview. I can't say, at this time. I will try." "I'll be glad to talk to Mielline again. And K'del. I would, however, rather drink a gallon of Hypatia's hangoer cure or burn my arm in a fire again... then ask Tiriana for anything resembling a favor." Emme decides, firmly. As if she's totally thought about this a few hundred times. "I understand. I just thought that it might be a more convincing request coming from you then if I went right to the Hall myself. I understand that there are people who will always be wary." is conceded as well. And since curiousity gets the best of her, always, she adds... "I don't mind at all being called by my full name, but most called me Emme even before I impressed. Is there a reason you don't?" Oh, Emme. Kharven positively chokes at that, which rather undoes his generally professional outlook. Holding back outright laughter, he shakes his head: again and again and again. "Oh, Emmeline," he says. "I won't ask you to do that, in that case. Your Wingleader and the Weyrleader should be sufficient." His more considered nod is for most of the rest of what she says, evidently considered answer enough because his final comment is: "You were a student; I don't use nicknames with students. But if you consider 'Emme' to be your official name, now, then of course I will - try - and change." "It's alright to laugh. I can keep a secret. I've already got plenty up here." Emme encourages, tapping her temple lightly. "In any case, I -was- your student. Or does that mean you'll be my teacher again if all goes well at the Hall?" Unperturbed, it seems, her shoulders lift. "I answer to both. I just hadn't heard it in awhile. Though it's interesting how a name can signal changes, isn't it? Well, no matter. I'm sure I've taken up enough time." "Secrets can be dangerous things," says Kharven, though it seems less warning than neutral remark. "I may be your teacher again. At this point, it all seems rather up in the air, doesn't it? Though-- I suspect, if the result goes the way you hope it, they may encourage you to take classes at the main hall, as well." But he's nodding, now, setting his hands flat down upon the desk as he concludes, "Names are powerful. I can understand the need to change, sometimes. A fresh start. I will /try/-- Emme. Get those recommendations for me, and we will-- see. Have a pleasant afternoon." Emme looks almost sad for a moment when she nods in agreement. "I know." she murmurs, shaking it off immediately by smiling. "Thank you, Kharven. I'm in your debt." As perfectionist as she's always been, she straightens her chair back perfectly into place (along with two others) before she's on her way out the door to seek her wingleader. Things to do, people to beg. The usual! |
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