Logs:Ill at ease
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| RL Date: 20 November, 2014 |
| Who: Edyis, Lilah |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis and Lilah check out the Benden clutch and discuss some of the more troubling rumors around pern. |
| Where: Benden Weyr |
| When: Day 26, Month 4, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: The sky is clear today. The air remains cool and damp, but the weather is overall pleasant today. |
| Mentions: R'hin/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Hattie/Mentions, Astivan/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: As usual feel free to add/edit/correct anything I may have missed. |
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| It actually never takes much urging for Edyis to make a trip to the Benden area, and the weather couldn't be better for egg watching. A fan of efficiency, she had no complaints when the location was suggested via messenger. The former scribe seems to have already indulged one of her vices judging from the wineskin hanging over her shoulder. Her hand rests protectively over it, though perhaps her greed is somewhat sated because that hand also holds two glasses as she waits for a sign of the familiar redhead. Eliyaveith is the more familiar sign that Edyis is presented with, if she catches sight of that gold figure buried high on the rim of Benden's Weyr, far away from encroaching on the territory of the brooding queen. That job is left to Lilah, and it is from there that the goldrider comes, wrapping her flight jacket around her to protect against the damp air as she leaves the hatching cavern. She catches sight of Edyis, perhaps even before the former scribe can note her, and shifts her path towards the younger woman. "Hello," she only greets with a hint of a smile, as she draws nearer. The hello earns a grin, and with a flourish Edyis offers the Fortian weyrwoman a curtsey. "Reaches duties to you, Weyrwoman. I hope you don't mind white wine since I didn't get a chance to procure (pilfer) a bottle of the red. I imagine you've been quite busy these days with the goings on at Fort." "And Fort's to you," Lilah offers simply enough, tipping her chin in a light gesture of acceptance for Edyis' explanation. "There is certainly plenty of work with the weyrlings, given their health. And with the one--." She pauses, before continuing quietly, "It looks as if Benden's next clutch may not fair any better. It makes one think." It is only after that thoughtful statement, as a frown starts to pull at the goldrider's lips, that she dismisses the whole subject all together with a shake of her head. "We could go elsewhere to have a drink? They must have a place to drink here, somewhere." "It is an unsettling prospect, I was sorry to hear about the weyrlings." Though of Benden's clutch, she tries for some small measure of optimism. "We are in an Interval, so a small clutch, may not be as much a cause for concern." She nods, tucking away the glasses into her satchel rather quickly, and perhaps just a hint grateful. "You've already checked the eggs then I take it." Moving to follow through on Lilah's suggestion, "I think there's a place back in the caverns this way." Lilah draws closer, falling in next to Edyis as she guides her towards the appropriate place, and the words that she offers are a low murmur so as not to be overheard, "Yes. They look... sad. If it weren't for everything else, the size of the clutch itself would certainly be fine." There is a moment of silence, the goldrider's dark gaze sliding briefly to Edyis, before she changes the subject entirely. "How are you, Edyis?" She nods to the softer words, her own voice lowering to match. "I was concerned that it could be the case... I wonder, so many troubling things going on, so many disturbing rumors." She smiles under the goldrider's gaze though it is not quite as jubilant as her earlier greeting. "Worried, but otherwise none the worse for wear. It would seem this turn is determined to be full of challenges. Not all of them pleasant." "Worried?" Lilah repeats back in a question, encouraging as she studies the younger woman. "What challenges? Certainly High Reaches has had enough, with Iesaryth and Aishani's death. But you?" "Her death is one of the things that remains, elusive. It seems there are rumors going around that it wasn't a lightning strike which caused her to between, which - if the case begs the question what could have hit her." She shakes her head, and with an air of secrecy, she all but murmurs the next. "My eldest brother was seen gambling with the future profits of Esvay. So I've spent the last few months in just about every back alley gambling den I could find to look for proof but - well you deal with the Dice. You know how carefully guarded the records are." She shrugs, "It could be nothing, but if his problem resurges, Nabol would have ground to reclaim the hold." Lilah's brows lift at the rumors being passed on, a hint of surprise held there that suggests that the goldrider hasn't yet heard those particular ones. She suggests, however, slowly, "People will naturally gossip. It does not make it true. Has anyone put forth a possible theory on what it could have been instead?" To the last, her reaction is simpler, a slight pause as she considers something. Then, she offers, "If you would like, I can check our own books; I would just need his name and description." "That seems to be the operative question, taking into account that they were at sea rescuing ships, lightning is the only thing it reasonably could have been. Unless there's another element at play. Tillek has had a problem with pirates, but things had been quiet for a while... even then, to injure a queen. Seems entirely impossible and yet, it begs the question doesn't it?" As for her brother, she nods, "I appreciate the offer but I doubt he would have gotten all the way to Fort to gamble." She muses on the option as they turn down a corridor that opens into what must be a type of bar. "Still I can write it out for you later. Just in case." "It would depend, I think, how much credit he has extended at other establishments," murmurs Lilah, as if saying it softly can ease that pessimistic idea. "If he has made it to Fort to play, he likely doesn't have any credit left anywhere closer to home." There is a questioning look directed towards Edyis, but the goldrider does not press the topic. "Well..." And even she hesitates over voicing her next thoughts, but she does in any case as she adds, "It could have been poison if it happened before the storm. If anyone knew where she'd been and what she'd been doing before--." The younger woman inhales deeply, slowly at that thought, nodding though she seems content to focus on the other topic. "Reports say they saw a flash and she was there and then - not. Others say that something, either lightning or something else definitely hit her. Poison, if it were slow acting could have been the cause, but there's no way to determine if that is the case because the body has gone between. Then there's motive... I could dig into the issue I suppose but it's a delicate topic at best." She's almost pouting as she states the last. Though she seems now to be thinking out loud, "There are three unknowns, her purpose in Tillek, the reports themselves, and then who benefits most from not only her death but the rumors caused by it." "I am sure your mentor would have advice for how to find out," Lilah suggests simply, her words strangely neutral. Perhaps its the sudden neutrality that the younger woman picks up on, and she studies Lilah more carefully at that. Pensive, as she finds a seat, and orders wine for herself, and whatever the rider indicates she would like. It isn't until after the server is gone that she finally speaks, though in the same quiet tone. "I could, and many times I do. But." She halts when the server brings her wine, and waits again until they are out of earshot to continue. "If I ran to him every time I came across a problem, without trying to utilize my own capabilities first, don't you think that would make me the very definition of a child?" Lilah orders red wine, shrugging out of her jacket again as she settles into the seat across from Edyis. "I think that is only a question you can answer for yourself," she replies lightly, but she doesn't press further. "I hope he is back to High Reaches by now, in any case. He seemed to have buried himself on a beach for a while, last I heard." Edyis sighs at that, shaking her head in an almost affectionate irritation. "It's how he deals with grief. He usually resurfaces a few days later smelling like a liquor cabinet and in desperate need of a bath and encouraging the painful drunkenness of others until he is back to normal." Spoken with the authority of a victim from the scrunch of her nose. "Ah." The single sound is thoughtful, Lilah's lips drawing into a slight frown before she achieves neutral again. It's at the scrunch of the nose that she adds in a teasing, light, "Don't worry; I never encourage painful drunkenness myself. I hate hangovers." The scribe laughs, "That is a relief, considering I do not handle hangovers well." Though she pauses a moment studying the rider, with a half smile. "Don't worry too much, I promise he will be back to his usual infuriatingly cryptic self before you know it. Though... He is quite fond of brandy, maybe a friendly visit with a bottle of something nice would cheer him up?" She suggests to the woman. Lifting the glass of wine to her lips. "What of you Lilah, what troubles and triumphs have befallen you since last we talked?" "I think I have already done my best to cheer him up--," Lilah replies wryly, twisting her own glass in her fingers with a drop of her dark gaze to the red liquid swirling there. She seems to be content to leave it at that. It is only Edyis's question that prompts her to admit, exhaling, "I slept with him. The last time I saw him." Well, now. That little revelation has her chuckling, "Well I imagine that would be one solution for it." Swirling her glass, "I take that expression to mean you are content with your conquest then." Edyis laughs. It is the word 'conquest' that has Lilah's lips twitching into a smile, though the goldrider says, "Yes, I suppose. It was what it was, but--." She shrugs a shoulder upwards, dismissively. "Besides for that, well. There always seems more to do in a day than I have time for. Dice is going well. Hattie and I are getting along well. Eliyaveith is-- well." "It's always a good thing when you can get along with your senior. With all that has befallen fort of late, at least you can take comfort in the fact that all three queens are in good health. I had heard that there was some contest over one of the impressions and something about one of the Lord Holders?" "One of our weyrlings claimed to be the mother of Lord Astivan's child. Whether she is or not-- She is a dragonrider of Fort, now." Lilah's tone is firm, there, with every intention written behind it of standing behind that weyrling, for all that she is not here. She adds, however, "She Impressed from the stands. She wasn't a Candidate."
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