Logs:Invisible Targets
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| RL Date: 23 May, 2013 |
| Who: Z'ian, K'zin, Tsanth, Rasavyth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: The guys are doing sweeps in the immediate vicinity and fly over one of the incoming tithe trains. Given recent occurrences, it seems prudent to at least stop and say hello. |
| Where: Tithe Train bound to High Reaches Weyr from Nabol Hold |
| When: Day 4, Month 11, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Edeline/Mentions, N'gan/Mentions, Aishani/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated and played via gdocs. |
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| The tithe train that's bound for High Reaches Weyr is carrying the usual kind of thing for the Hold to send. Salted meats, fish and other raw materials that might be needed through the turn. The rest of the wing has gone overhead, flying their sweeps past some of the smaller cotholds nearby. In the meanwhile, Tsanth has signaled to Rasavyth that the pair of them will be going down to say hello. The bronze lands a respectable distance ahead of the wagons, off to the side so as to not frighten the animals. This of course requires that the two men walk to meet the holders or wait there for them. Not one to just stand around, Z'ian begins the trudge down the slightly muddy road. "I've been making it a point recently to take time out to at least greet them. Things haven't been easy between us and the Holds recently." He's explaining, perhaps answer some question. Rasavyth is delighted. That's nothing new, though. Rasavyth has been delighted ever since the beginning of the day. Were it not for that weird niggling something that just never seems right in his mind touch, he would be the perfect companion. He's friendly and willing to chat or just as pleased to fly in silence, reflecting a composite of the best and most soothing aspects of the minds of the dragons in the wing. His landing is clean as he arrives by Tsanth, K'zin sliding quickly to the ground and catching up to the Wingleader. "Makes sense." The weyrling nods to the explanation offered. "Is it true they said they'd only surrender the last tithe train to you, sir?" It's asked simply, baritone merely curious. Tsanth has picked up on that. And while Rasavyth may not feel entirely right, the bronze makes no outward sign of showing it. He treats the weyrling much as he would any other full member of their wing. Respect, friendly and a particular kind of weight that's felt with a dragon of his age and color. Careful to avoid the worst spots in the road, Z'ian skirts a particular treacherous puddle. For K'zin's question, his lips purse into a line. "It's true. Lady Edeline took offense over the mock threadfall drills." The tithe train is quite far down the path, so there's time to talk freely. "It's not typical for a Holder to involve Wingleader's in business like that." Weight that comes with age! This has had Rasavyth thoroughly fascinated. He hasn't been distracting, of course, to the work of the wing; he knows he is an observer today, but now that they've settled the tiny near-invisible bugs that click and whir softly as they weave his gossamer patterns trot their oozy selves toward the bronze's mindtouch. They silently beg a question: how. How is this done, to speak with such authority. K'zin follows Z'ian's lead along the road, staying beside the Wingleader when possible and a pair of paces behind when necessary. "Do you know her, sir? She's N'gan's--... Aunt? Is it? Or are they cousins? I'm sorry, I still get a little confused with the Bloodlines. We're studying up on it though," He and Ras. Rather than ask 'is that why she asked for you', he asks the same question more open ended, "Why did she, if it's not typical, sir?" Did he miss responding to the words about the threadfall drills? Possibly. It's more likely that K'zin is learning when giving opinions is useful and when it is pointless or detrimental. « It is just done. Speak as if you have it. » Comes Tsanth's amused response to the younger bronze, comfortable in his own 'weight' now. « Not all will listen, but some will. Sometimes a few are enough to begin. » Z'ian kicks a piece of tree branch off of the road, then a bit of rock. "I met her after the fall was over at Tillek and Boreal went with Taiga to help clean up." He explains, not seeming self-conscious on that point. The confusion on bloodlines has him laughing, shaking his head and holding up his hands helplessly. "I don't even know, to be honest. Isn't every Blood the cousin-nephew-own-grandfather to another? I don't keep track." If K'zin purposely doesn't remark on something, he doesn't seem terribly concerned. They're just two people talking casually as they head to meet some other people. "She probably wanted to give offense to our Weyrwomen. To our Weyrleader as well. Do you think it was an effective tactic?" He puts back, glancing at the teenager curiously. The question is answered, but it doesn't stop the bugs from investigating. The ooze tendrils they form shift and change as the sweet and charming mind of Rasavyth projects mild admiration along with his eagerness to learn. It's reminiscent of a shy boy with a big smile meeting the bronzerider he might like to be someday. It's not an over-the-top feeling, just a light, shimmery echo in his touch. « Do the queens ever feel it and listen? Or do they not? » He finally asks curiously after much investigation. Bronzerider see, bronzerider do. K'zin mimics Z'ian in helping to clear the road of little debris as he goes, his expression becoming a tad more visibly respectful as he does (not that it was disrespectful before). "That was a good thing." An opinion voiced with certainty. K'zin doesn't think Z'ian needs his approval, but there's warmth in his baritone carrying the respect his face has begun to show, perhaps an echo of his dragon or the dragon an echo of the man. "Makes sense that she would direct them to you, then, even if it's not traditionally something Wingleaders get involved in." Then another is offered, "Seems to me that Hold relations would be on the forefront of the Weyr's concerns in an Interval. Don't the records teach us that it can be rough for a Weyr that doesn't?" There's a grin and nod from the weyrling for the mess of Blood relations."I'm not sure I have enough information to answer that. Did the Weyrwomen do something about it when it happened?" Tsanth is an easy mind to get along with, he's not particularly expectant of Rasavyth nor is he particularly impressed with his shimmery echos. He's just friendly and relaxed. « The queens do what they wish. » There's a certain faint hint of resignation to that. « But we like to think they're impressed. » We. Other bronzes, some browns. "It only makes sense in that I've had a big target on my forehead recently, with a sign. It says: Get him in trouble, please." Z'ian gestures with one hand to where exactly the sign would hang. "It should absolutely be the forefront of the Weyr's mind. Not only just the interval though, a Pass too. A Hold can have a long memory, they won't forget when or if we mistreat them." He kicks at another rock. "She rushed off to go confront Lady Tillek, from what I gather. But I wasn't invited to that meeting." Mumbled quietly under his breath, "Thankfully." « That is an enjoyable notion, » Rasavyth contributes agreeably, taking in the tinge of resignation and the role of the queens without further question. K'zin makes a show of looking at the spot indicated, offering the Wingleader a grin, "Yeah, don't know how I missed that. It's pretty big." The sarcasm is obvious but his expression turns serious as brows knit, "I'm not sure I can ask this without sounding insulting. I'll try, but just in case, since I'm still learning all the pretty ways to ask weird questions without offending people, just remember I'm not meaning offense. So, here goes: is there any particular reason why you are wearing that target rather than any of the other Wingleaders? Or are they and I've just been blind to them as well, maybe?" He sweeps aside a small branch with his foot before asking, "Anything of note come from her doing that? Speaking with Lady Edeline, I mean." "General rule of thumb, ask how you'd want to be asked. Unless you're talking to the Weyrwoman or a Lord." Z'ian suggests, stepping around a particular mucky looking puddle. "And aside from the target? I'm... non-threatening? I guess would be the best way to put it. This might be one of those things to ask a person that's not me." He furrows his eyebrows together. "It involves a certain level of outside perspective. One that I'm not sure I'm capable of." The look he shoots K'zin is briefly apologetic for his lack of appropriate answer. "You're not blind though." As for the the discussion with Lady Edeline, he shakes his head quickly. "Nothing that I've heard of yet. Things are stable for now however. And that's the most important thing, really." "Well. That's probably how I'd want to be asked, but I'm kind of a straight-talking guy." Most of the time anyway. K'zin only says this once Z'ian has finished speaking, having listened attentively all the while, kicking the occasional piece of storm debris from the road. "I'll ask around, but sometimes knowing the perspective of the one with the target can be just as helpful, I think." He gives a nod to the stability, "Do you think there's anything that we weyrlings can do to help with things? Other than to not piss off any Holders? Is N'gan-- well, I know he's on punishment now, but is he being helpful?" There's a touch of doubt to K'zin's expression that seems to tell he is not certain that a prat like N'gan is capable of being helpful. "Sometimes that's what people need to hear?" Z'ian begins, stopping at a rather large branch on the ground and lifting it up. "And maybe that's part of it. I don't talk to anyone like I want to impress them or I try not to. So perhaps they just look at me and figure, they're getting what they see. And that's good enough." He shrugs his shoulders before he manages to haul the piece of wood up and toss it to the wayside. Glancing at K'zin he purses his lips together and nods, "Interesting thought. Makes sense." The bronzerider brushes his hands off on his pants, continuing the walk forward. "Right now? Probably not a damn lot. I don't know that there's much any of us can do." As to that other weyrling, he just has to shake his head and sigh. "N'gan. He... He didn't help with anything and he can't really fix what happened. So the chips just have to fall with him, I suppose." "Yeah, and it's great in those times," K'zin reaches to rub the back of his neck, "But it's a bit of a pain when that's not what people need to hear. Gets me into trouble sometimes. But I'm working on it." He quiets again to hear the reasoning, giving a slow nod as he deals with some brush that's creating an uneven path, stooping to pluck it up and toss it aside. There's a nod from the weyrling, accepting the theory the Wingleader proposes. "Well. Perfect, then. My favorite situations are when I'm helpless." There's obvious sarcasm in his voice. "Sometimes I wonder if the leadership realizes how much all this stuff affects everyone. Not just the obvious people." Like the leadership and the fighting wings. "N'gan can't fix anything, but he could certainly be helping build relations. I mean, if he was a probable choice for heir, wouldn't it stand to reason that he had some kind of positive relationship with Lady Edeline, or that his immediate family did? But then, I'm applying logic to Holder politics." The weyrling grimaces. Does it need to be said that sometimes logic simply doesn't apply where Blood is concerned? "Yeah well, people are tricky unfortunately." Z'ian sighs, a truth that doesn't make him particularly happy. "I wish I had better answers for everyone, but." His shoulders lift helplessly for his lack of any real insight. The road up to the tithe train is clear enough now. The people with their wagons are visible in the distance also. "Really?" The bronzerider begins, flashing the younger rider a look full of mock-surprise. "Yours too? And I thought I was all alone." His joking grin is quick to follow as he shoves his hands into his pockets. "Probably. I think for now they're trying to keep him on the down low. But maybe in the future when he's more settled in as a rider and life at the Weyr, it's a possible he could find himself in a wing that works more closely with Tillek." As for the part on the leaders not recognizing the effects on everyday people, he just purses his lips together. The truth Z'ian speaks doesn't seem to make K'zin much happier, but as the tithe trains come into sight he takes a moment to rearrange his expression into one of friendliness. No need to bring down anyone else with their talk of the disappointments of humanity. "No, sir. Anytime I'm in one, I usually head to Snowasis to get a drink. You know, make myself a little less useful in a situation where I'm already helpless. You're welcome to join me any time and we can celebrate our mutual love of those kinds of things." There's a nod for the notion of N'gan's uses, before K'zin is quieting, ready to follow the Wingleader's much more experienced lead. "I like to be drunk when I face my problems too. Even if it doesn't solve anything, they at least look prettier. That goes for other things too." At least there's one piece of helpful advice in there. Z'ian grins, faintly amused as they move forward to meet the group and exchange greetings and news. He'll introduce the weyrling to the man at the head of the wagons and overall, the actual encounter should be standard. No emergencies today. |
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