Logs:Involvement
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| RL Date: 29 July, 2015 |
| Who: Paislie, Lilah |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Paislie is not Lilah's informant on the inside. |
| Where: Eliyaveith's Ledge, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 5, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Mostly clear skies cloud up off and on all day, providing alternating patterns of brightness and shade. A mellow breeze stirs the air. |
| Mentions: Hattie/Mentions |
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| Like others, Paislie gets the request to see Lilah. For her, though, it comes at a convenient time; allowed to escape in the middle of a lesson and Uiysath allowed to accompany her outside the confines of the barracks into the mild spring day which sees many out and about. This interrogation doesn't seem to be so much of an interrogation. Or well, it may not to others. Lilah waits on her ledge with the familiar bulk of her dragon, curled up for once against the queen's side as she watches the activity of the bowl below them, only red-gold curls stirring in the gentle breeze. Uiysath glides alongside Paislie, already dwarfing the petite redhead by over a foot, and looking much more comfortable with herself as they approach her dam's ledge. The green greets Eliyaveith with a polite, if not affectionate, warble and follows Paislie as she makes her way up to see her sister. The young woman seems oddly calm despite her often anxious demeanor. But she's been a little better at hiding her nervous anxiety now that she has do it basically all of the time in the barracks. "Lilah," she offers, starting to smile, then hesitating to follow through. Eliyaveith has enough affection for them both, clearly remembering her daughter and the bond between them. She rumbles a low thing of greeting, curving her neck out as soon as she can reach Uiysath to nuzzle at any bit of the green that she can. « Are you well? » worries her dam at the young green, seeking reassurance of her own. "Paislie. Come, sit down. Unless you really want to get back to your lessons?" teases the goldrider with a hint of dryness, but it comes with a study made of the younger woman. Lilah adds, "I have a favor to ask of you." The young green allows Eliyaveith to nuzzle at her with some minor, but respectful, reluctance. « I'm fine. We'll be better when Paislie has a weyr of her own. Lilah could assign her one now, couldn't she? » It's worth asking, anyway. And Paislie must not be paying attention to Uiysath because she doesn't seem mortified as she moves to settle herself near the older woman, only a little suspicious. "What sort of favor?" « It is too early for you, little one, » replies Eliyaveith gently, some reluctance in saying no to her offspring but an underlying firmness to the answer. « Soon. I promise. » If it were anyone else, it might be surprising that Lilah doesn't take any time to ease into the conversation, to ask after her sister and linger on other talk. Instead, she asks simply, "Have you heard anything about weyrlings stealing from the supplies? Before the hatching, or after." Smoke curls through Uiysath's mind, displeased with the denial but unwilling to negotiate a lost cause with her dam. She's smarter than that. Instead she casts her attention out toward the bowl, too young to entirely hide her annoyance. It makes Paislie glance over at her before telling Lilah, "Sure. Hasn't everyone heard about it?" "What have you heard? About weyrlings, specifically," is what Lilah questions, her gaze meeting her sister's in a measured, thoughtful way. It is Eliyaveith that exhibits more affection of the pair, again nuzzling her nose against her daughter's neck softly and shifting to drape a golden wing over her. If it were any other dragon, Uiysath might complain. But for her dam, she stays still in the face of affection, even if she can't decide whether she wants to relax or be tense about it. Paislie doesn't hold Lilah's gaze for any significant amount of time, but she answers confidently enough, "I've heard that if any of the weyrlings had anything to do with it, that there's not very much that you can do to punish them right now. What will you do?" "I will make them return what is still missing," replies Lilah simply, her study lingering on her sister as the younger woman looks away. "Make them write an apology, perhaps, for all the good that will do. It doesn't seem as if anyone is truly contrite, after all." A pause, before she adds quietly, "But, as you said, what else can I do? Whoever was involved is Fortian now and we've always protected our own. The Weyrwoman protected me and what I did was bigger." Eliyaveith rumbles a low agreement for her rider's words, though she seems to content to be close to her daughter and the goldrider for now. Paislie listens without looking particularly guilty or otherwise uncomfortable with the conversation. "You know why it was done, don't you? I don't think it was wrong to want to help those people. They needed help. They probably still need help." She looks at her sister more directly now, more earnestly. She understands, doesn't she? "Lux's Ledge," identifies Lilah, meeting Paislie's gaze with an evenness that betrays little on her own part. "I know why it was done. I know why they thought it was necessary." Yet, she adds to her sister to clarify, to make sure she knows, "But that hold survived perfectly well without our help. Or the help that those thefts attempted to give." "We should have done more to help them, regardless," says Paislie, starting to shift as though she might stand back up, even if she doesn't just yet. "Are we done?" She doesn't seem to think that's likely, but if she can get out of this now, that would probably be a win for the weyrling. There is a moment where Lilah's lips thin slightly at Paislie's answer, the start of some retort-- that the Weyrwoman never finishes. Instead, she lets the moment slip past, and it is only silence that meets the weyrling's question as the goldrider's dark gaze slides past her and to the bowl below for the moment. Uiysath looks back at her rider and Lilah, eyes churning in a slow, attentive whirl. Paislie takes the silence for dismissal and starts pushing herself up to her feet. "I'll see what I can do to get your things back." "Don't involve yourself, Paislie," is all Lilah answers in turn, quietly. There's no correction for the younger woman pushing to her feet, though she doesn't offer any dismissal to her sister. "Why not?" asks Paislie once she's on her feet. It's still calm, even if she's less so now. "What if the whole thing was my idea to being with? Would that be so hard to believe?" She starts to walk further across the ledge, though Uiysath doesn't follow her, so she must not be leaving just yet. Lilah's words are firm yet quiet, stating without editing herself, "Because I do not want my sister involved in this." Her gaze follows Paislie, only the hint of a brow curving upwards in a challenge and in disbelief even before she asks, "Was it?" Paislie has to think about her answer. Really think about it. She even looks at her lifemate, perhaps getting input from the green on what she should say. In the end, after a few moments, she says, "No. But I would have done it. If I were..." Braver? "I would have helped them." "And I am glad you didn't. Not just for the position that would put me in," Lilah replies, each word enunciated with a clear tone as she continues to watch her sister. She softens in adding, "We are done." She doesn't wait any longer than that dismissal. Paislie leaves the same way she came, and Uiysath follows her, though she's in no particular hurry about doing so. The goldrider stirs to stand as well, her dark gaze following Paislie until she's in the bowl below before she turns on a heel to stride back into her weyr. It is Eliyaveith that will linger and watch the pair until she can't any longer, and even after, keep a gentle contact with her daughter. |
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