Logs:K'delerella and Farideh Charming
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| RL Date: 12 June, 2015 |
| Who: Farideh, K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'del needs shoe assistance and Farideh is the girl for the job. |
| Where: Stoerooms, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 22, Month 13, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
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| Everyone has a need for something from the stores in the days leading up to Turnover, and the stores assistants are constantly busy reshelving and keeping up with the growing list of odds-and-ends. Even the headwomen, along with Farideh, have had more of a presence as they prepare for the celebrations. It's assistant headwoman Alieva who leads the goldrider out one of the locked stores, pulling the door shut and relocking it before she hurries down to another section of the stores. "Bye," Farideh sighs, half-lifting a hand. She rubs her eyes with forefinger and thumb, letting her guard slip long enough for the exhaustion she's been feeling to show in her face, but she only takes a couple minutes to herself before she starts moving towards the open stores. K'del does not take good care of his bootlaces, apparently: unlike so many others down in the stores in these final days of the turn, he's kneeling on the floor attempting to extricate the offending article, swearing quietly under his breath as he does so. Most people seem inclined to give him a wide berth, given the irritable expression on his face, though he's difficult to miss: it's not quite that he's blocking the exit from the open stores so much as he's right next to it, forcing everyone to walk past him whether they wish to or not. Farideh isn't looking at the exit-blocking-bronzerider at first, but it's unavoidable with the way people go around him. She tucks her arm into her side, holding her perpetually-evident notes to her torso, and comes to a stop a couple feet back from K'del. "Sir?" she half-greets, half-questions; her head is tilted to the side like a puppy, green eyes searching. K'del's mouth opens to issue another curse, but-- there's Farideh, and somehow, that is enough to make him look slightly abashed. "Just can't get the damn thing out," he explains-without-really-explaining, giving a shrug of his shoulders before he adds. "It's fine. No doubt I'll get it out eventually. How're--" A pause. "You're well, I hope." He's not, at least, taking out his irritation on her. Yet. "It's because you have big, fumbly man hands." Farideh flexes the fingers, holding up one hand for emphasis, but flicks an idle look down at his shoe. "I'm surprised you can do anything with them," she notes, and shifts her weight on her heels. "I'm busy, if that can be a compromise. Weyrling training, dragonhealing lessons, working with headwomen, Turnover, being grounded, wondering where-- just busy." She takes a breath, lifting her gaze to K'del. "How have you been? Irianke said you-- and she-- will be visiting other places for Turnover?" K'del gives his hands a glance, grimaces, and then nods. "Don't suppose that means you'd be willing to lend me your hands for long enough to get this thing out?" He's more interested, though, in glancing up at her, studying her expression thoughtfully as he adds, "Mm. Sounds exhausting. Not so long until turnover, at least, and then that's one less thing on your plate. I'm-- also busy." That's careful, but thoughtful in a way. "We'll be doing an official tour, yes. Unfortunately, events like turnover become less about... personal celebration, sometimes. Still." A put-upon sigh precedes Farideh squatting down next to K'del, setting her hides to the side, and holding out her hands in a shooing gesture. "Busy? Aren't you always busy?" she asks. "Of course it's not about personal celebration. It's about gossiping rights. Everyone wants to know how High Reaches' always infuriating Weyrleader and Igen's cast off junior weyrwoman are holding the ends of the Weyr together. Though, they can hardly understand that just from looking at you, but they'll easily make assumptions." Her mouth works, her fingers working to free the offending bootlace. "They'll probably say Irianke's got you on a leash, and that you're screwing them both." "Probably," says K'del, not quite glumly but certainly with resignation. "Not that it's a hardship to escort Irianke around, mind." He withdraws his hands, gaze still focused on Farideh rather than on his boot. "And it's always important to put a good face forward. Are you... excited, for what you're planning?" "No, I suppose it isn't a hardship to escort around a pretty woman," is Farideh's amused answer. "Excited? I don't know if I'd call it excited," with a quick, hectic glance from the boot to K'del's face, "mostly I'm anxious and tired, and I'll be happy when it's all over-- and everyone is gushing about what an amazing party it was." By the end, she's smiling, looking immensely pleased with herself. It's that expression that makes K'del smile, his own irritation and frustration-- at the bootlace and otherwise-- fading away in the light of it. "Good," is what he says, followed hastily by, "I mean, I'm sure it'll go well, and people will have a wonderful time. It'll be worth it. Don't... forget to actually try and enjoy yourself on the night, okay? Eventually, you have to let go and just let it happen." "I know," Farideh replies, only a little sarcastically. "Irianke already told me to delegate-- this and that, and make sure there are extra rolls and tell the harpers not to drink the spiked punch so fast and-- Alieva has been helpful, but it's still my responsibility and if I let everyone else do it--" Pause. "And you and Irianke won't even be here to see it either." She shrugs and sits back, nodding her head at his boot, which is finicky bootlace free now! "Do you need help putting a new one in?" K'del's nose wrinkles, but it's more acknowledgement of what Farideh says than anything else. "I'm sure we'll be here for a little while," he says, encouragingly. "In amidst the rest of it. Fully expect to hear all about the amazing party I missed, come turn thirty-eight." Now, finally, he glances back at his boot. "No, I'm probably good to manage that much. Thank you, Farideh. Appreciate it." "At least you can fly wherever you want." It's easily that Farideh slips into sullen teenager mode, even if she isn't a teenager anymore; just barely. "Let me know how Igen is if you make it out there?" She pushes to her feet then, grabs her hides, and takes a couple steps back, presumably to give him room to get to his feet as well. "It's fine. It's just a shoelace, and you can't help it with those." K'del opens his mouth to say something, and then stops, head shaking. "I know," he says. "I'm sorry. Maybe-- be patient. It won't be much longer. And only a few more months, and you'll be able to go to Igen yourself, or anywhere you like." His mouth twists as, finally, he begins to rise to his own feet. "Do you want me to bring you back anything from Igen?" "That's only if Irianke lets me." It's an awkward statement, coupled with the fact that Farideh can't quite look the bronzerider in the eye. "You don't have to bring me anything, but-- oh-- when I was little I loved the little sticky buns they made at Igen Hold's gather, and they stacked them in a triangle and swirled syrup on top," with a few gestures of a hand, of their relative size and swirling motion. "Those might not keep though." "Things'll get better," is K'del's oh-so-quiet reply, rapidly followed by: "I'll see what I can find, and whether I can get something back in one piece. Do my best, anyway, promise." Beat. "Just remember: by the time summer gathers come around, you will be able to go, whatever happens. One way or another, you represent High Reaches' future, after all." His nod is sharp, made with emphasis. "You know you shouldn't make promises you can't keep, especially if they involve desserts," Farideh returns, with a pointed stare, but she quickly sobers and heaves a heavy sigh whilst glancing down the stores. "I know. I get it. I understand. I lost my temper but it-- won't happen again, okay? I don't need a reminder every day that I messed up." "It's only," points out K'del, mildly, "a promise to try. Nothing more." He's silent after that, evidently attempting to put words together, a process that takes some time. Finally: "I know. Wasn't meaning to-- my point was just that it won't be in anyone's interests to keep you grounded, not to make you feel bad. Sorry." A genuine apology, especially since he now seems to be second-guessing that point, too. Wryly, "I should let you go, and get this bootlace finished with. Will try not to make you feel bad, next time." The smile Farideh gives K'del is wan, but there's a curt nod to follow. "I should-- get back to it," she says as her farewell, and side-steps then breezes past, exiting the stores at a nice clip; one might even think she wants to get away from K'del as quick as possible! |
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