Logs:Late Night Meetings
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| RL Date: 11 May, 2015 |
| Who: Irianke, K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Just another regular meeting between High Reaches' leaders. |
| Where: Empty Weyrwoman's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 10, Month 10, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Alieva/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Braeden/Mentions, Devaki/Mentions, Farideh/Mentions, Iolene/Mentions, Iska/Mentions, Issedi/Mentions, Jounine/Mentions, Kiera/Mentions, Milani/Mentions, Giorda/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions |
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| Three and a half months since Irianke stepped in as acting Weyrwoman and two and a half months since she fully took over those duties after the hatching. The lower caverns has transitioned near seamlessly, though there are still hiccups where her style of leadership and the one they are used to are still trying to find middle ground. When looking back, it'd be hard to remember just who initiated this tradition, but it's become a part of her life and his, where one arrives at some ungodly late hour and waits until the inevitable arrival of the other in the empty, echoing Weyrwoman's weyr. Today, Irianke is first, her feet kicked up on some generic furniture that has replaced Azaylia's old stuff, her frame sunk into a comfortable seeming couch. An open bottle of some clear stuff is on the table and two glasses have already been poured, though one is waiting to be claimed. She has no papers. Nothing to take notes with and has already changed into comfortable, but not quite night-out-on-the-town attire. It's chilly, tonight, and especially so when one skipped out for a couple of hours to be there for bedtime (a rare pleasure, given the timezone difference between High Reaches and Southern). Of course, K'del's been home for a fair few hours, now, working away in his weyr, but there's still a quiet, "Brrr," to precede his arrival. His oversized sweater has seen better days, especially given the thumb-holes in the cuffs, and his boots have been replaced by wool-lined slippers; at least he's comfortable. Pale eyes consider the acting weyrwomen, but only easily; as he slinks his way towards a chair opposite Irianke's, his smile is warm enough. There's an easy smile for K'del once his slippers make a sound on the floor and he arrives in his seat. "Some day," she comments in between sips, "Someone will see you sneak in here, or me sneak in here and surmise the worst." The smile that plays on her lips is definitively teasing. "How's your family?" For that, K'del can only laugh. "Yes," he agrees. "Clearly, not only are we in here to sex, we chose here to seal our leadership and intentions to rule over High Reaches forever." Having settled himself, he reaches forward to take up his glass, raising it in a toast as he adds, "They're well. Iska has a sunburned pattern across her shoulder because she let a friend draw pictures all over her. You can imagine, I'm sure." It makes him grin, really. "I imagine." Talk of children has started to mark Irianke's features a little strained, the sentiment more obvious the more comfortable she's become during these late night talk sessions. "Another thing to file under kids are crazy folder." She takes another slow sip and waves the glass in the air above her head. "I picked this up from Southern Hold a few days ago. They really do concoct some lovely fruit liqueurs down there, but this, this is the base I judge all spirits against." K'del has, surely, noticed that reaction to talk of his children-- of children, at all-- but it doesn't mean he's gotten better at avoiding the topic; he can't seem to help himself. Still, he's quick, now, to focus on this other topic, and to sniff thoughtfully at the drink in his hand before taking a sip. "Hmm," he says, after swishing it around in his mouth a few moments, and then swallowing. "I can see why. How was your day, Irianke?" "I plan on firing Giorda before the week is out." Bomb dropped, Irianke sits, tendering her glass, and watches K'del, quiet. Carefully, K'del transfers his glass from one hand to the other. He doesn't flinch; doesn't even blink. "All right," he says. "Have you a replacement lined up?" "I have a few ideas, but would appreciate your thoughts." Irianke leans forward and tops her glass off, even though it's nowhere near empty. "Alieva. Kiera. Jounine." The three names are ticked off along with the fingers of her free hand. K'del considers his glass rather than the goldrider, betraying no immediate reaction to any of the names. "Alieva's been at the Weyr longer than I have," he says, musingly. "I've always found her competent. Milani certainly thought so. The other two I'm less familiar with, but... what attracts you to each?" It's that last question that draws his gaze up towards Irianke, waiting for her response. "Alieva's tenure is appealing. She understands the lower caverns as a native does, something I will never be able to sink into. But she lacks a drive I would hope to see to fend off the less altruistic assistants. Kiera is older, steadfast, and well," Irianke laughs before she finishes her thought, sloshing her glass in a way that makes it look like it is danger of actually spilling. "Holds people by their balls with her don't give any fucks attitude. But, she lacks compassion." The last, she waits on and asks a question so they can juggle two conversations at once. "Have you heard back from High Reaches Hold?" K'del's slow nod is first for Alieva, then for Kiera, the glimmers of an amused smile lurking about his mouth for Irianke's comments on the latter. He's got his drink halfway to his mouth for another sip as that question comes-- and it stops him, not due to surprise so much as the need to reorient to widen the scope of the conversation. "I understand Devaki's not yet returned. I'd have to assume they'll be back soon, though, unless they want to be travelling by ship in the middle of winter." "Does that not concern you?" Irianke inquires, leaving the subject of Jounine for some later point in the conversation. "The unrest that caused Lady Issedi's murder is probably still there? I was wondering if we might or should send extra patrols to sweep High Reaches Hold in his absence. Top off?" She reaches for the bottle again and lifts it quizzically towards him. K'del extends his glass, using that time-- it seems-- to draw his thoughts together. "Yes," he says. "It concerns me. Even with both a Steward and Braeden there... it would not take much for there to be an uprising. And yet," he hesitates, now, half-closing his eyes for a moment. "Devaki... he and I've never gotten along. Sending extra sweeps in any overt fashion could be taken as insult; that we believe him negligent. That we are interfering." His glass is topped off, the bottle set down, and Irianke lounges again, taking longer drinks from her cup. "So we just sit back and wait to see what happens in a volatile region of our coverage area." Cutting the fat off the situation at its best. But a short moment later, she ventures, eyes wide and curious, "Would he even notice though? I cannot fathom what kind of Lord just leaves his Hold without a date of return. His Lordship was only through marriage to the lady Issedi, and now that she's passed..." Sigh. "In any case, Jounine would be my pick. She's fair-minded, but lacks humor which could be problematic if the Headwomen were expected to be a jester too. But," the biggest reason the goldrider hesitates, "She is relatively new, only six turns at the Weyr and originally from Keroon." "I'll ask the wings to keep an eye out. Quietly," says K'del, eyes back on his glass, now, as he withdraws his arm and adjusts his position. "I trust R'hin will report in if his people hear of any further unrest." Of Devaki himself, the bronzerider has no particular answer: just a shake of his head, a shrug of his shoulders. Devaki is Devaki. "Jounine," is, instead, his thoughtful comment. And: "Keroon. Ah. They'll accuse you of favouring your own, of course. And..." He hesitates, gaze lifting again. "There are those who will remember that one of Iolene's first actions was to fire Giorda, too." "But then she reclaimed her position." Irianke seems honestly baffled by this. "How?" "Iolene didn't have a replacement in mind," says K'del, sighing. "She just... fired her and, eventually, I don't know. I can't even remember if it was after she died or not. A lot of that is... fuzzy, for me." The goldrider has her own moment, mirroring an earlier sentiment by K'del, as why Iolene is not a great subject for her Weyrleader resurfaces. "In any case, therein lies my dilemma. If any other Weyrwoman had promoted Jounine, no one would remember she wasn't always at High Reaches Weyr. However..." The trailing voice indicates just how she suspects this will go. "But I am willing to be the bad guy if it clears the way for an easier transition when High Reaches gains an official Weyrwoman." K'del runs his finger around the rim of his glass, focusing his thoughts there as he considers this prospect. "It seems," he says, "that it would be better to have her in place now, as soon as possible. If, as you believe, Roszadyth rises first, Farideh will need a Headwoman who has her feet already. And," his gaze lifts. "I'm happy to back you up. If Jounine is the best candidate, she should have the position." Irianke nods. "It's settled then." The Igen woman finishes her glass and sets it on the table for someone else to clean up. "I appreciate your thoughts." The Igen woman hesitates after expressing her gratitude. "I got the feeling many people went to you for solutions to their problems in the past." K'del nods, accepting that gratitude without comment. It's that last comment that draws his pause, a breath sucked in and then released before he answers; he's a little hesitant over it, expression tighter than it has been. "Some," he allows. And then: "No, a lot of people. Yes. But believe me, I don't want to go stepping on your toes. You'll have to remind me, if I do." "I understand if it's hard to get out of the habit, but I feel the line between where the Weyrwoman's job ends and the Weyrleader's begins, as well as the grey areas in between where we both should have opinions, has gotten fuzzy at this Weyr." Irianke's warm voice lacks blame, but... "We'll learn over the next two turns until someone is confirmed. Now, do we have time to chat about your opinions on which of the weyrlings should be in this incredibly interesting leadership program devised here?" K'del's flinch is well-masked, but not completely: it's visible there for a moment before he manages to control it, expression tight but not to the point of distaste. If his lips are thin, he still manages to nod. "We'll work it out," he agrees, carefully neutral. No blame. No blame. "I've some time. Quinlys will have her own ideas, of course, but..." A twitch of a smile, now. "I'm sure she'll take on board any suggestions we have." More smiles. His thoughts certainly follow. |
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Alida (03:31, 12 May 2015 (EDT)) said...
Do you deny that you murdered all those goldriders/fired all those headwomen to assume and consolidate your nefarious power? :D
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