Logs:Hey, it's progress
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| RL Date: 6 July, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Yesia |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis and Yesia run laps after their awkward encounter. |
| Where: Lake shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: 5D 3M 38T I10, winter afternoon |
| Mentions: Keysi/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Farideh/Mentions, Laine/Mentions, Paz/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, C'ris/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to make any changes. |
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>---< Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr(#276RJs) >-------------------------------<
The rest of the bowl may be barren, grass barely surviving at best, but
here by the lake, it's brilliantly green in the warmer months: thickening
and thriving in the silty, boulder-dotted soil just before it transitions
to soft sand and thence to the cool, clear water itself.
A large freshwater lake fed by a low waterfall, it not only provides
warm-weather bathing space for humans and dragons, but has one end fenced
off as a watering hole for the livestock in the feeding grounds. The water
there is often muddier than the rest of the clear lake, whose shallows
drop off abruptly several yards out into deep water, and whose edge
undulates against the coarse-hewn bowl wall: here close enough to just be
bramble-covered rocks, there far enough away that a narrow land bridge
divides the main lake from a smallish pond. Between are several rocky
outcroppings that form excellent makeshift diving points, though only one
-- across the bridge -- has a set of narrow, slippery, quite possibly
tempting stairs.
The snowfall is light and intermittent throughout the day until it tapers
off completely into a frigid night. The ground is damp, though very little
sticks.
>--------------------------------------< 5D 3M 38T I10, winter afternoon >---< If anyone had thought Edyis would let the fact that Yesia failed to report early slide... they are in for a rather rude awakening. It's after drills and classes are done, that Edyis can be found waiting outside the bathing cavern. Working through her usual stretching routine, she's dressed for running, and she's stretching very near the entry to the Bathing caverns, waiting. Today at least, everything about her appearance is in perfect order. There is a decent chance that Yesia, in her anger and haste, completely did not hear the order to report early. She was, after all, in a tizzy. And she's a creature of routine, as Edyis seems to have already noticed; she's untwisting the ribbons that she was painstakingly putting in her hair yesterday, their duty done for the day, and a set of different colored ones tied into a bow around her towel. She's not too busy to look up, for once. When she spots Edyis, her mouth twitches, and she does a loop back in on the direction she came. Nope. "That isn't going to work today, Yesia." Edyis sighs, jogging to catch up. "You get three options since you failed to report when told this morning. You can run those laps with me, or Keysi, or J'vain." Something in her tone might suggest she's the least troublesome of those options. "Call J'vain," Yesia answers flippantly, and that's her only answer except to toss her hair at Edyis. It doesn't matter who is less troublesome, she hates two of them. "You do realize he is just going to tell you to run them with me anyway. Don't you?" A dark brow arched skeptically. "This is only going to be as painful or irritating as you choose to make it Yesia." The dark eyed scribe twists her braid up and pins it. "Then why offer him as an option? So you can be a know it all, again, as always? You know that's old." Yesia's fingers twist a chunk of her own hair around, to better find the genesis of the ribbon she's working on so she can tug it down an out of her red hair. "Call Keysi. She's mostly silent." "She's busy with the extra training group." Almost sounding sympathetic for the ones stuck with her friend's brand of personal attention. "No, I just didn't think you'd be so childish about this." Edyis admits. "I frankly don't care if you think I'm a know it all or not. I'd just like to get this over and done with." Kicking her foot against the ground to adjust the shoe. "You can say all the mean and terrible things you like. It won't add laps." She sing-songs, attempting levity. Yesia huffs a sigh, starting on a second ribbon, but stopping in the hallway abruptly. "I don't want to say all the mean things," she says. "I want to be left alone. And I want you to leave me alone, and I want Akluseth to leave Aeaeth alone. And I want to graduate and wipe my hands of all of you." She yanks at the ribbon now, and it knots up in her hair as reward for her impatience. "You set me up and now you're punishing me because I fell for it. Lucky me." "If you honestly believe that I wanted to have my sleep interrupted just to make you run laps, You are playing a few cards short of a full deck." Edyis snorts, "Come on I don't have all day and I have to run the same number you do because it was my fault for not taking care of Akluseth's straps sooner. As for him leaving Aeaeth alone, sorry it probably won't happen. She's the one that talked to him first by the way." "Sleep," Yesia echoes with incredulity. "You shouldn't give me options and then take them away. You're like a Bitran." It is maybe because Edyis acknowledges her part in this, in all of the previous night's events. "Whatever," equates surrender in this situation, and she starts walking again. "Hurry up." "I'll try to remember that in the future." She laughs at the Bitran comment. "Fifty." Edyis states, starting off at a jog, but keeping pace with the redhead. "It was supposed to be two hundred, but honestly after drills today I don't know if either of us has that kind of energy." Edyis chuckles, "And gives us a chance to discuss what you stomped off about. Namely... whatever it is I've been doing lately that is so offensive." Amazing what sleep and clothing do to make a person civil. Indeed. Yesia's never a fast runner, because she hates it, but if it means they'll be done quickly, she can step up her pacing. This happens automatically, though she looks bitterly resentful to be doing it at all; she runs alone, or with Paz sometimes, but never in the group, always lagging behind. "You are an insufferable, unreasonable know-it-all with a nosy dragon and bad taste in friends." That's a good reason, to start with. "I am trying to work on the insufferable and the know it all parts, honest. And believe me no one suffers more from Akluseth's antics than I do." She admits with a wry chuckle. As to her friends, there's a pensive breath between paces. "I have bad taste in friends," She latches on to, glancing at the redhead from the corner of her eye. "In what ways is it bad?" She wonders, mildly. "Your friends are mean," says the greenrider pointedly. She stops in her lap, long enough to find a rock on which she can place the belongings she brought, including the wound ribbons, before resuming. She makes no overt effort to catch up. "Paz is going to Igen, did you know that? She did what I didn't because she didn't want to deal with you." You is plural. It's between paces, that Edyis is silent, listening. She takes several paces before she answers, "Everyone is capable of being cruel Yesia, that doesn't mean that a person is bad or good, just that they made a mistake." A beat. "Does she truly wish to go to Igen because someone was cruel to her, or do you think that it might be possible that she sees it as an opportunity, a chance to try something she's never done before. An adventure of her own where she can explore a place that's warm and different from what she has always known?" "Paz isn't very smart," Yesia determines, but it sounds fond. "She goes on feelings. And she already did that once, and you can see how that turned out." With a blue dragon and approximately two friends, one of whom is Yesia. "She can only be put in remediation by the weyrlingmasters and harped on by people like R'van and Keysi before she can't take it. She cries easily." A pause. "I've never made her cry like that. Edyis smiles a little, nodding. "Are things good between her and her blue? Does he fit in with the others ok?" But it's when R'van's name is mentioned in the same breath as Keysi's that the brownrider winces a little. "I thought she and Laine got along pretty well. Keysi... she doesn't push to be mean, she does it because she cares. She wants everyone to work hard and do their best. It may not seem that way, because she doesn't really share much of herself with other people. I promise though she isn't trying to be mean or cruel." There is a furrow of her brows as she maintains the pace, as though mentally reviewing notes. "Do you think it's that she feels like she can't keep up? Or that she needs a little extra help with some things?" "I don't know," Yesia snaps. "Maybe she just feels defeated. Wouldn't that be novel?" Yesia stops, abruptly, her breathing heavy from the distance they've run so far, but not struggling. "You don't get to pretend you care now. I'm helping her, since you guys just push. Quinlys too." She crosses her arms. "Everyone spouts about being a team, and we're all dragonriders, but you guys are all so wrapped up, you don't even notice anyone else unless you think they're causing you problems." "Hey," comes gently. Dark eyes focusing on the greenrider as she turns to face the girl. "That isn't a fair statement to make." Halting now to focus on Yesia more fully. "Firstly, I know I have been self absorbed. I couldn't see that others were struggling because I was too wrapped up in my own problems. It goes back to that thing called being human and making mistakes. I do it, with extraordinary frequently. It's a process I'm trying to learn from." She exhales softly, focusing on reigning in her breathing and her sense of calm. "I do care Yesia. I'm just sorry I've been too selfish to show it. This is me trying to learn from and fix that mistake. Do you think you could help me figure out how to do that?" Yesia didn't ask for--a confession. What does she look like? It makes her uncomfortable, and it shows on her face, the way her lips flatten. She looks at Edyis, then past her at nothing while she considers. In lieu of an answer, the greenrider pivots to start running again, so there are things to focus on besides looking at Edyis. Eventually, she says, "You drew a picture of me and Aeaeth. Even though I told you not to." Edyis regains the pace easily, a soft sigh escaping at mention of the picture. "I was just practicing really, it was one of those things that sort of stuck out to me is all." She murmurs, though the last seems more for herself than Yesia. "A reminder that you're just a human too, and that I could be wrong about the sort of person that you are. I gave it to C'ris because he seemed to think it would remind you that you could be happy, and maybe that everyone doesn't really hate you. " "C'ris," echoes Yesia. "He's nice." Her expression flickers to something odd, not displeased. "He got it framed." She huffs, blowing a stray strand of hair out of her face. "It, uh. It's really good. I miss her being that small." Her words are coming awkwardly, like she's really struggling with civility. "If you took a poll, everyone would hate me." A hesitant pause. "I fucked up." The brownrider smiles, at mention of the unofficial assistant. "He's a rare person, incredibly sweet and thoughtful of others." The awkwardness, Edyis doesn't draw attention to it, nor the struggle more than noting it is there. She does however pause at the words, "We should start a club." She glances over grinning, though adds seriously. "Just because you made a mistake, doesn't mean that it has to stay that way you know." "No, we shouldn't," is Yesia's immediate answer. It's unclear if she's joking. "I don't join clubs." The younger girl ducks her head, watching where her feet are beating cadence, frowning. "It feels that way. Every time I look at you guys, I think about you telling me I deserved to be treated badly and Farideh saying I look like a dirty faced boy and...all of it. C'ris said I had to try. Again." So she does listen to someone. "I think... forgetting is probably the most difficult part." She offers focused on the pace. "I'm sorry." It takes a few paces before she speaks again. "It is at least worth it to try. And who knows, if you try in earnest, something good may come of it." "I'm stuck with you all," Yesia determines, resigned. "There isn't much to lose, anymore." Edyis' apology earns a suspicious look, sidelong. She exhales sharply in the pacing of her breath as commentary. "Yeah. Me too. I guess." That she falls into strained silence after that is telling, and she makes no efforts to coax Edyis into anything else; further, she's careful and short with her responses if solicitations come for her responses. For the rest of their laps. And they aren't even half done yet. It's a few more paces in silence, a wry smile on her lips as she studies the other girl from the corner of her eye. Finally Edyis offers, "I have to finish out these laps, but it doesn't mean that both of us have to be miserable. If you want, let's call you done at 20." Which would make this the last. It's possible it's a devious trick, but the former scribe seems earnest enough. Suspicion is warranted, and given. "You'll tell Keysi and Quinlys I shirked," Yesia says. Apologetic, yes; trusting, not quite. It's probably admirable that she stays, all those laps, for as much as she hates them. |
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Alida (02:39, 8 July 2015 (MDT)) said...
Wow. I didn't think it'd take this kind of turn between these two. :)
C'ris (07:20, 8 July 2015 (MDT)) said...
C'ris is so proud of both of you!
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