Logs:Learn To Live With It

Learn To Live With It
"I will do my best not to cause problems for anyone."
RL Date: 3 May, 2015
Who: Edyis, K'del
Involves: High Reaches Weyr
Type: Log
What: K'del and Edyis have a run-in. It doesn't go very well.
Where: Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr
When: Day 14, Month 9, Turn 37 (Interval 10)






It's a lovely, early autumn afternoon, the early snow that lingered a few days ago now banished in lieu of slightly warmer temperatures. K'del doesn't often find himself down this end of the bowl, and especially not near the weyrling barracks, but the weather is clearly too fine to be indoors; he's got a stack of paper tucked under one arm, and appears to meandering in the vague direction of the lake. 'Meandering,' though, rather than walking, and certainly not hurrying: his stride is long and lazy, his attention focused here there and everywhere rather than on any goal in particular. Akluseth is probably not capable of meandering, he just charges on ahead. Now almost Edyis's height at the shoulder there is an orange-brown blur loping off in the direction of the lake full speed ahead. If his path just happens to take him uncomfortably close to the Weyrleader, he'll be sure to apologize. Edyis, on the other hand, seems in no hurry to chase after him, having learned her lesson perhaps. Still K'del gets greeted with a warm smile and wave. "Sorry, he's ... well, him." K'del takes a hasty step back as Akluseth charges past, his expression amused and not upset. Turning to find the brown's rider, that amusement flickers somewhat. "I know they've covered basic etiquette and respect in those classes of yours, Edyis," he says, tone too light to be anything but a gentle reminder. "We may be friends, but I'm now your superior, remember. How are you? How's he?" He seems more than happy to pause in his path, to linger here to chat to the weyrling. Edyis blushes somewhat embarrassed, it seems to be a day for it, hastily she snaps the proper salute with an immediate, "Sorry, Sir." Though something about the gesture sticks oddly and uncomfortably. Her dark gaze is shifting back to the brown. "He's a handful, but the new physical exercises seem to be doing quite a bit to help with his energy. Thank Faranth for the lake and swimming or I'd be likely never to get a moment's peace." Now standing there awkwardly, as though trying to remember those etiquette lessons, as far as what are safe or polite questions verses what she would normally ask in conversation. "How is your day going?" She settles on, lamely. K'del, his pale eyes studying Edyis, seems ever so faintly amused again... sort of. "It's not agreeing with you, is it?" he murmurs, perhaps as much to himself as to the weyrling. "You don't need to-- look. We're not in a formal situation. You need to address me respectfully, but I don't expect you to treat me like a stranger, not while neither if us is working, officially. My day's good. The weather's nice. It's nice to get outside for a bit. It'll be easier," he adds, "for you, once he's in the air a bit, I imagine." "The formal version or the informal one?" Edyis asks lamely. "Mind helping me with what the respectful greeting would have been?" See she is trying! "It isn't. Not at all. Not one bit." Is probably the informal, "Though Formally, we are adjusting." a hand going up and running through freshly shorn curls. "I hate it," comes quieter after, possibly not intended to be audible. "'Good afternoon, Weyrleader,'" suggests K'del, calmly, drawing his hands into the pockets of his light jacket. He's silent for a few moments after that, considering Edyis with an expression that is less amused, and more serious, now. "It's part of being a dragonrider, Edyis. Savannah may be slightly different, sure, but... weyrs are a hierarchy. Right now, you're at the bottom. You have to do what you're told; not because want to lord their power over you, but because there are situations where instant responses are the difference between life and death. It's not a democracy. You no longer have complete control over your life." Edyis nods. "So address by title." She checks to make sure she has that right. "I'm sorry Etiquette is one of the classes I'm struggling with; things were so much easier to remember before..." Before him. "I think, respectfully, that anyone who believed that Savannah doesn't have a hierarchy, hasn't spent enough time around Savannah. R'hin may not demand titles of his riders, but it's there. They respect him; they follow his orders. Same as your Wingleaders respect you and follow your orders." well, let's not delve too deeply into that one. She sighs then, her hands tucking into her pockets. "I didn't mean to cause offense, sir. Or be disrespectful." But whatever else she has to say gets bitten back, and her expression slowly becomes blank. K'del's nod is quick, though it's obvious he's already focusing on the rest of what Edyis has to say. "Unless you're told otherwise, yes. I'm not offended, Edyis." He's quiet after that, watching her, his shoulders drawn back. "Just concerned, since it's obvious that you're not happy. Don't turn this into a bigger deal than it needs to be; don't fight against the system. You'll lose, and it'll make you even more miserable. Or it'll just make you angry. You're a dragonrider, now: learn to work with the system." "I am not trying to fight the system." It's calm, but the undercurrent of frustration is still there, "It just ..." She lets that go too. "Happy and dragon riding rarely coexist. You know that better than anyone." She chooses instead, "I will do my best not to cause problems for anyone." "Aren't you?" K'del's brows raise, but aside from that comment, he doesn't push it. Instead: "Dragonriding makes a lot of people very happy. Frankly, it horrifies me that you'd think it doesn't. Are you saying you're less happy than you were? That Akluseth doesn't make up for just about anything?" The bronzerider shakes his head, drawing one hand out of its pocket so that he can run it through his hair. "That's a bad attitude to have, Edyis. Defeatist. Try not to cause problems? Bullshit. If that's your attitude now, you might as well give up." He's not angry; mostly, his tone is half bewildered and half deeply, deeply sad. "Why did you even Stand?" "Because it was the last thing I had to do to be able to leave Reaches behind with a clear conscience. I came back to say goodbye, prove that this part of my life was over... and move on." She murmurs softly. "He didn't seem to want to listen." "Then that was the stupidest thing you could've possibly done," says K'del, snapping the words out before he can stop himself. "Requesting to Stand isn't something you do on a lark. It isn't something you do unless you're sure it's what you want. Because he did want you, and there's no taking that back. Learn to fucking live with it." He turns, now; good mood banished, he's now ready to stomp away. Edyis turns heel and heads in the opposite direction, abandoning the brown to play in the lake to his heart's content. It's possible that there are sobs heard, or it could just be the wind. Probably the wind.

Comments

Roz (20:24, 3 May 2015 (EDT)) said...

Damnitall, K'del.

Lilah (20:38, 3 May 2015 (EDT)) said...

'Poor K'del. XD 'Learn to fucking live with it'. Love when he gets snappy! -- Even if it usually means someone's pushed him into a bad mood.

Faryn (20:47, 3 May 2015 (EDT)) said...

I don't...know...how I feel right now. Poor Edyis, but K'del is justified too, I have too many ~~emotions~~

Alida (23:43, 3 May 2015 (EDT)) said...

chokes K'del* ^^