Logs:Human
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| RL Date: 20 June, 2015 |
| Who: Farideh, K'zin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'zin drops by with a gift for Farideh. |
| Where: Farideh and Roszadyth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 19, Month 1, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Irianke/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Aishani/Mentions, Edyis/Mentions, Laine/Mentions, Itsy/Mentions, Drex/Mentions, R'van/Mentions |
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| Today is another cold day in a series of bleak, cold days, and Farideh has only stepped foot out of her weyr for her weyrling training and her subsequent goldrider training in the lower caverns. Once every duty that needed her attention was complete and she had free time, she chose to abscond to her weyr, to take advantage of her generous sitting room and blazing hearth. She's still there, sitting on a pile of furs that are also draped across her lap, going through a series of dragon anatomy sketches; somehow in repose she manages to look both exhaustion and stressed out. Roszadyth is actually curled up on her private ledge, dozing away the day. Rasavyth lands far out in the bowl, but obliges his rider in walking nearer to deliver him and his burden to the ledge outside the weyrleaders' weyrs. The parcel is knee high but narrow, only the span of a spread hand, and flat, wrapped carefully in a cloth with twine to hold it and keep it protected from the elements. The bronzerider moves down the tunnel toward Farideh's living quarters, neither man nor dragon seeking to disturb the queen's nap, and calls in hushed tones to the goldrider within, "Farideh? It's K'zin. May I come in?" The weyrling doesn't look up from her studying, and calls out a friendly enough, "please, come in" to the arriving bronzerider. Farideh jots a note on the paper she's currently reading, and then leans back, smoothing the sides of her hair with the flats of her palms. "I'm sorry if it's messy," in reference to the scattering of hides and writing utensils, and assortment of empty glasses on the table, "I wasn't expecting anyone." "Oh, don't worry," K'zin is quick to dismiss with an easy shrug even as he comes into sight. "I'm really just dropping this off. He lifts his ticket into the weyr with easy grace; it must not weigh much. "Rasavyth and I thought you might-- well, a belated weyr-warming gift. But if--" His eyes are taking in what they can of all the things already present, "--if there's no space for it, it's not something you have to keep." He moves to offer it over to the younger girl. Easy focus is given the bronzerider, her hazel eyes giving him a studious once over that ends on the gift in his hand. "Of course, if you have given us a gift, we will gratefully accept it." Farideh uses her hands to push up and get to her feet, and then holds them out to receive the parcel. "It's very thought of you-- and Rasavyth-- to even get us anything," but there's a slightly quizzical note in her voice and the barest of lines between her eyebrows that conveys some confusion. K'zin's brow wrinkles as he watches Farideh. "It's nothing, really." He says lamely, even as his expression continues to debate whether or not to voice something. Then he shrugs his shoulders, "You're our weyrwoman. Or will be. I think, anyway." Whatever that really means. "He-- we want you-- both to be happy." Awkward much? "It's--" Farideh turns to face to the side, anticipating, waiting for him to voice that something. "Don't say that, K'zin," she says quietly, her brow furrowing, her face back to wearied. "Irianke will likely be the next Weyrwoman if Niahvth rises. Why wouldn't she? She rose before Roszadyth ever existed-- it's better really if she is. I'm young and stupid and I appreciate your loyalty, but I can't--" She sucks in a breath and takes a step forward, reaching for the parcel this time. "What makes you think I'm not happy?" she replies, eyes lifting to his face. K'zin looks all the more awkward for having to explain. His arms cross over his chest, lending him a distinctly uncomfortable look. "It's not really about that." He manages that much. "Rasavyth was shelled in a double-clutch, did you know?" Without waiting, "He was Hraedhyth's son, but Iesaryth was his queen. There was a lot of confusion, I think, for him, at the time, because there was no senior, no natural pull. He respected Hraedhyth, but Iesaryth understood him. I think it's hard for him," he adds, "not being understood by a lot of the dragons he's with most of the time. I'm hoping-- we're hoping that he finds that kind of understanding in Roszadyth." He must hope that's explanation enough. The only other thing he seems to think he should offer now is, "One doesn't have to think a person is unhappy to want them to be so. We hope you are already, but... we would do what we could, if you weren't and we could help." This is fairly matter of fact, and certainly not offered from assistant weyrlingmaster to weyrling, but rather from bronzerider to gold. Farideh juggles the wrapped picture for a moment, setting it down against the nearby chair. "I didn't know. It must have been hard for him when Iesaryth and then Hraedhyth-- I'm sorry." She runs one finger along the top edge of the frame, but steps away without opening it, to give the bronzerider her full attention. "Roszadyth wants to be-- everyone's friend. If he wants it, she will be it. She's good at listening and not-- judging-- but understanding." Her breath is just short of a sigh, her hands dropping to her hips. "Would you like something to drink? Wine? Whiskey?" Whether he says yes or not, she's already moving to her sideboard with purpose. "Whiskey," talking about loss requires whiskey. K'zin add a thanks, and then helps himself to a seat. "It was difficult. Her egg, and then her... it gave him a lot of hope. It helped him, and I'll always be grateful for that. For just her being. For your being her lifemate." There's a touch of wryly amused surprise there as he says it (but shouldn't there be?). "Are you happy Farideh?" He asks quietly, thoughtfully. She must have known it was coming after the last. "Whiskey it is," Farideh responds, reaching into the cabinet for a short glass and then for the whiskey decanter. "Was he that hopeful? What if it turned out to be - a very big bronze? Or what if it had Impressed to someone else? Would the outcome have been the same, his hope?" She pours him a generous portion of whiskey and adds a glass of wine for herself; she's all set to return to the couch, one glass in each hand, but his questions catches her off guard. Her mouth thins, her shoulders tense. "I'm happy that I Impressed Roszadyth. I'm happy that I live here, at High Reaches. I'm happy for all the things that I have and continue to learn," is her safe answer, as she skirts the couch, to set his glass on the table in front of him. "It was hope by necessity I think. He needed it to be a gold, for his sanity." K'zin says this both candidly and thoughtfully. "If it had Impressed to someone else, then I imagine she'd be getting a watercolor for her wall." The bronzerider notes this with amusement. The rest, though, has him settling dark eyes on her. "That's... it's not my business, really, Farideh, and you can tell me so. But..." The awkward touches again, but only lightly, as he asks, "Are your friends able to understand the things you're faced with? Not Weyrwoman Irianke, but... you know, friends." She has them, doesn't she? He hopes. "Lovely," is on an exhale, as Farideh sits down on one end of her sofa. "It's not your business and no," the young woman lifts her eyes from the fire in the hearth, to K'zin, "I don't suppose I have any of those anymore. I used to think Irianke was my friend-- and my best friend left, one some kind of emotional journey. Edyis hates me. I can't bear it to be around Laine, because-- well, her girlfriend threw wine in my face and told me never to come around her, or Laine, ever again, and she used to be my friend too. I just chose the Weyr over one of the only people I've ever loved outside of my family and-- I can never tell if R'van is truly sincere." After a long sip from her glass, she gives him a tight smile. "No." K'zin can, in the least, be credited as a good listener (or perhaps the credit goes to Telavi for all the practice he's gotten over the turns). His expression shows sympathy and empathy in similar ways but in different parts of her telling. "That... sounds difficult. Is. Must be." He sighs, looking at his glass. "I didn't end up with any of my same friends by the time weyrlinghood was over, which isn't to say it's the same thing as what you're going through-- I can really only imagine, but... If you ever need someone to just listen, I'm around. I'm not always smart," he adds this with self-deprecating humor, "but I'm around, and I know how to keep my mouth shut," he'll claim anyway. Silence falls after the bronzerider speaks, and for a very short moment it looks as though Farideh is on the cusp of breaking down. She takes a calming breath and gives him a more neutral smile. "I'm sorry-- I appreciate the offer, but I-- I don't plan to make a habit of spilling my personal struggles that easily. It's not becoming and-- it's, really, better if I just get over it and move on, hm? Thanks, but no thanks, K'zin." With a gesture, she asks, "How's the whiskey?" K'zin looks at her while she speaks. If he takes offense, it's not obvious in his expression. He simply bobs his head, taking a sip of the whiskey. "It's good." Then a swallow. And more until it's gone. "I should get back. I just wanted to drop that by," he gestures toward the item in question as he rises. "Becoming or not, it's human," he adds as though an afterthought. "It's okay to be human. Once in a while." He quirks an impish sort of smile at her even as he starts to move to the exit. "Are weyrwomen even allowed to be human?" It's a rhetorical more than an actual question, posed once he's already moving to the exit. Her head drops back against the top of the sofa, Farideh's eyes closing, everything else forgotten; he won't get a goodbye at that rate, only silence follows him out. |
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