Logs:Interesting
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| RL Date: 16 March, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, Liv |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Liv wants to know how things are with Aishani. Aishani wants to know what people are saying. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 4, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions |
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| So that was crazy, right? is kind of what's been going on. Obviously there are a lot of mixed feelings about that announcement after the hatching, and of course the hatching itself is inspiring much discussion. The Snowasis is one of those places where people have congregated to talk about things, and you can tell what they're talking about by their low voices. People don't use low voices to talk about the weather, unless the weather murdered someone. Liv is one of those at the bar tonight, perched on a stool with one leg folded over the other and cradling a glass of whiskey in one hand. Being used to being the topic of conversation is likely helpful for Briel-- No, Aishani, given the way she stops and starts discussions on entering and leaving rooms these days. It doesn't seem to bother her, nor dim her recent good mood, despite any darker mutterings. It also hasn't changed her duties or rounds in the least, and one of her habits is, of course, her seat at the bar, her drink, her time to listen. So even though the Weyrwoman is the subject of glances, glares and gossip, she enters from the caverns, brisk as always, signalling the bartender. That Liv's beside her could be coincidence, or not. "Evening, brownrider." Who knows how much of Liv's placement right now is chance. She doesn't look like she's been expecting anyone, but she also doesn't look at all surprised to see Aishani enter the room at this particular hour. She doesn't turn to regard the Weyrwoman, instead giving her a glance out of the corner of her eye and a small smile for that greeting. "Evening, Aishani." She, for whatever reason, has no issues with the new name. Might as well have been the one instead of the other the whole time. "How are things?" She can't quite keep her wry tone in check, and the smile completes it: she's asking on purpose, because it's such a ridiclously loaded question. Sliding up onto her stool, Aishani still gets a drink, so apparently the management's not judging either, as long as she's still paying. As she lifts it to drink, a faint smile touches her lips; she glances sidelong to Liv and gives her a nod for the greeting, seeming pleased for easy acceptance from one quarter, whatever the reason. After a sip, a smirk, "Interesting. Things are interesting." With another look the brownrider's way, settling into a lean on the bar, "How do you think they are, Liv? In Glacier? I do wonder." She doesn't wonder much by her tone, not right now. And Liv, to match her, sets her elbows back on the edge of the bar behind her to lean and put her at a better perspective to carry on conversations with, so Aishani won't have to talk to the back of her head. She takes a drink herself, eyes narrowing by a small increment during that pause. "There are some who would say 'interesting' is just another word for bad, and to wish someone interesting times is a curse. I think that they're angry. I admit I had to ask them why, I didn't know the specifics about what happened with your family." She looks directly at the goldrider now, her face unreadable now. "I'm sorry that you went through that." "If things weren't interesting, I think I'd be bored," Aishani says dryly, with an amused sort of air. She's certainly made sure it'll be that way for some time to come, at least. After another slow drink, flickering a glance around the room, "I think people are angry when they feel someone's fooled them. I don't think there's really much other reason for it. Azaylia can certainly claim I've been a bad friend." And that's a little sad, regretful. "There are people with legitimate grievances. But I've done nothing but lie about something that is frankly, no one's business but mine." She actually turns to regard Liv at the last. "These things make us what we are," she says, eventually. "I don't see them now. Iesaryth." There, she's smiling again. "Between boredom and interesting, I can't say I'd argue which one is the lesser of the two evils." She listens quietly to her companion for the rest, her stare fixed on some thing or some one across the bar. She agrees with a slow nod, takes another drink. "They do indeed. And I don't pity you for them. Still, I feel feelings for the young girl you were when it happened." Another pause. Then, "I think people might be a little bit afraid of what you plan to do now," Liv mentions almost casually. With a brief smile of her own, "I suppose we hope for some middle ground most of the time. But I make things interesting for myself." Does Aishani ever. The understatement of the turn, by far. She follows Liv's gaze momentarily, curious - apparently they both like to know what's going on. Quirking her lips again, "I appreciate that. I've never enjoyed pity. But." A pause, her gaze suddenly distant, expression dark. "They don't know how they seemed. I wonder if I should show them, sometimes." Now that she can. Or Iesaryth can, at least. The 'casual' tone brings a laugh before; "If I was going to do something, wouldn't I have done it?" Liv can't really contest that, the ripples from the hatching announcement are testimony enough to Aishani's knack for interesting. As for what the brownrider might be looking at, further inspection would result in... nothing. Nothing is happening, at least nothing obvious. Still she stares, shifting her gaze from here to there and holding it. Her answer to that question is calm. "Would you? I don't know. If I'd seen what you saw, and been through what you've been through, and came into a position where I could potentially do something about it later..." She shrugs, looks over at the goldrider. "I think it's the uncertainty that might be getting to them." Turning back to brownrider and bar both, Aishani takes another slow drink, not in any hurry to finish up her glass tonight. Considering Liv's words for a long moment, she nods. "I can see why one might think that. Expect it. It's what I thought I wanted, once. But it would be the same as what they did to my people. I won't make someone lose--" A pause and now, now she finishes that drink. "I won't make someone else lose family. Go hungry. It's not in me." She looks down into the empty glass, faintly amused. "I'm not sure how to make things certain. If I say something, I protest too much. If I say nothing, they wait for the other shoe to drop." "If you say you aren't going to take your revenge, they won't trust you," Liv adds, helpfully. And then smiles her little smile, but it's brief out of respect for the fact that they're talking about more serious things. "If it helps, I don't know that it would, I believe you. I don't know if everyone else will be able to discern that someone who's seen that kind of pain wouldn't wish it on anyone else. And if you need someone to talk to... I know we don't know each other very well, but I would listen." "Don't I have it more or less?" Aishani asks this while signalling for another drink, looking over at Liv, fine brows arched. It could be rhetorical, but: "Tiriana's gone, K'del is... possibly insane, and I'm more or less running the place. If no one starts anything with me, I imagine things can go on as they are. Though I will be sure they all remember they destroyed my home and murdered my father." That seems... fair? She's likewise light about it, with a quick smile the brownrider's way. "Oh, no one will trust me much now, certainly. One of the sacrifices. And I'm certain you would." There's an enigmatic little grin before, "Well, now it's easier to talk." "It's a lame offer, I know," Liv replies, grinning and lifting her glass for another drink. "But it's the only thing I have that could be of any use to you." After, she pulls a piece of coin out of her pocket and sets it on the bar, next round if her treat apparently. "Other than simply doing the thing I'm meant to do anyway, fly in a wing. I think I just feel like there's something common between us. Maybe not." She asks the bartender for another of hers, too, whenever Aishani's drink comes around, and drains the rest of her glass. Clink, she sets it on the bar. "Azaylia is sweet. Maybe if you can make things right with her, that would be enough. As friends." Aishani has a bit of a grin for that, as her drink comes. "We do what we can. I don't think it's lame. I think... I wonder about such offers, but then - I am paranoid." It widens for both that and for Liv's picking up the next round, tilting her glass the brownrider's way before taking a sip. It's dark rum. It's pretty decent. "But I'm always interested in what I might have in common with our riders. What is it you think we have in common?" She's honestly curious, looking down the bar before, with a faint, wistful smile, "She has a thing for truth. Doesn't like secrets. I never knew if there would be a way to make it right, in the end." Liv lifts her own glass in kind enough to mark a reciprocation for that tilt, it's no big deal. "I think there are a couple of things, some I wouldn't want to bore you with. But there's something within you that I identify with. I lost my family when I was young. I've never really known a home. Even at Telgar I wasn't truly... home, you know? And then they gave me the boot, and when I came here I felt very... inspected. I don't think people trusted me, either. I hope they do now, but they might not." She traces the rim of her glass with a fingertip and gazes into the brown liquid. "It seems to me that if nothing else, if you make things right with the people you care about the most, you've done good." Considering that over her glass, dark gaze thoughtful, Aishani sounds sincere when she tells Liv, "I'm sorry for that." There's a pause. "It's difficult, not really knowing... what they'd think. Seeing other people have that relationship and... not appreciate it." She doesn't sip, just looks down into the liquor likewise, a touch broody. With a smirk, "High Reaches doesn't like outsiders, does it. Even Crom, when that's where I was 'from', was enough to raise suspicion. As if you choose such things." Sliding a look over the brownrider's way, thoughtful, "I suppose making the effort is something, yes?" Appreciative, Liv presses her lips together for something that isn't a smile but it is one of those strange mouth quirks of acknowledgement people give when they don't know what to say. She /does/ know what to say, though, and proves it. "It is. Difficult. But those things make us what we are." She does smile for that, because those were Aishani's words, and also for her next words. "I think it's one of those things you do because you'll regret it if you don't. And it's never a bad idea to have a good friend in your corner." On that note she downs the rest of her drink, a few mouthfuls at a time this time which isn't really convenient, and slides off of her stool. "I have to go tend Iyniroth. But I hope to talk to you again. And remember, I will always listen." She reaches over to give the goldrider's arm a gentle squeeze and then takes her leave, just like that. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 17 Mar 2013 20:32:50 GMT.
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Interesting conversation. :o
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