Logs:Like and Respect
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| RL Date: 12 June, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Quinlys |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Tillek Hold |
| Type: Log |
| What: Quinlys takes some weyrlings to Tillek. She and Edyis talk. |
| Where: Tillek Hold |
| When: Day 22, Month 13, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
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| As weyrling wings get stronger, longer and longer flights carry them further and further from the Weyr, building their endurance and also getting them accustomed to long-distance flight. Today, weyrlings have been scattered in all directions, with the weyrlingmaster and her assistants splitting the class into smaller groups. For better or for worse, Edyis and Akluseth were tapped into Quinlys' group and now, after a not-all-that-long flight, they circle lower over the heights of Tillek, as Olveraeth says, « We will land. How do we feel? » Akluseth's thoughts are a vivid current of pure energy and color, shipfish racing amid a myriad of strange and colorful fish. Probably his way of saying fantastic... though if pressed for words a simple fine would be given. As for his lifemate, her expression is rendered unreadable by the buttoned flaps of her flying jacket, protecting her face against the elements. Olveraeth, satisfied that his charges are not about to fall from the sky, seems amused by Akluesth's response, and arcs their path out over the ocean itself. It's certainly not the first time they've been as far as the sea-- Tillek and High Reaches Hold are both close enough that they are easy targets for out-weyr flying-- but still: make the most of it. Ultimately, however, he begins to circle downwards towards the courtyard below, landing upon the rain-damp ground with easy wingbeats, his rider quickly clambering towards the ground. The sight of the water sends imagined shipfish breaching with elation, only to settle beneath the waves as they circle down to the (in Akluseth's opinion) much less interesting hold. He lands with the faintest rumble beginning in his chest while Edyis slips down, immediately checking Akluseth's straps out of habits ingrained by the newest assigned wingleader, unbuttoning her leathers to render her mouth visible once more. "How does he feel?" Quinlys comes up behind Edyis as the weyrling inspects her dragon's straps, stepping slightly to the side so that she can peer over her shoulder and get a look for herself. Olveraeth rolls his shoulders back, rustling his wingsails carefully as he tests them out: this muscle, that muscle, and now all together, just to be sure. Akluseth tilts his head watching the blue, mimicking the motions tentatively. He settles down after a moment, rumbling softer now but still there. "Irritated that he can't go swimming, but otherwise he seems to be fine. Hard to tell sometimes though, he's always full of energy until he isn't." Edyis murmurs with a glance in the direction of her lifemate, shaking her head at him with an odd slant of a smile on her lips. Her attention then drifts to the surroundings, her eyes resting ever so briefly on the winery. "All the more reason to make sure he doesn't swim," is Quinlys' comment to that. "Rather he conserves his energy for the trip home. Still-- this distance shouldn't be difficult for any of them, now, not even the greens." Her own gaze follows Edyis', then slides back to the other weyrlings, though they still seem focused on their dragons. "In any case, we're all going to have to take a break for a while. What do people want to see or do while we're here?" Woe! Woe and heartbreak! Akluseth's soft rumble stops, and he makes eyes as though that will help his case though at once it becomes obvious this tactic has no impact. He then settles himself near the greens as close as they will allow as though gallantly prepared to protect them from any bothersome annoyances. Edyis defers to her clutch mates; Maxie puffs a breath. "Could we maybe see the docks? I would love to see one of those ships up close." It is only after the others offer up suggestions that Edyis adds, "I would love to visit the winery if there is time." Quinlys' gaze flicks from weyrling to weyrling, then back again. Finally, she nods: "Fine. Those who want to go to the docks, go for it... just stay away from anything too seedy, and be back within the hour. Edyis, I'll accompany you to the winery." Beat. "Remember, everyone: we're on our best behaviour. We're representatives of High Reaches Weyr, and we will do nothing that reflects poorly upon our home. Understood?" Edyis watches one group head for the docks, her eyebrow twitching upward ever so faintly, as though certian of impending doom, even as there are chirpy assurances of good behavior. "Yes, Weyrlingmaster." It's almost in perfect unison and gives Edyis a chill. Still, the mention of the winery has her reaching her belt as though to test the wait of the marks pouch hanging under her jacket. Waiting to see who else will join. "Wish I'd thought to bring more coin." She sighs wistful. In the end, three weyrlings head for the docks, leaving only Quinlys and Edyis for the winery; if the weyrlingmaster is pleased by this-- or not pleased-- she's careful, at least, not to show it in her expression. "Well then," she says. And, "There'll be more chances, I promise. You'll be travelling all over the coverage area, after this. From now on, pretty much. Come on." "Hardly seems real after being pent up for so many months." The former scribe notes wistfully, as short; purposeful strides start in the direction of the winery. If she seems bothered by Quinlys's presence, it doesn't show, or the delight of visiting a winery in relative peace out rules anything else. If one were to judge by the faintest curl of the corners of Edyis's mouth. Occasionally she studies Quinlys from the corner of her eye as they walk. Quinlys is silent as they walk, her shrug answering Edyis without saying too much. It's as they approach the great doors to the winery that she notes, "Few months, you'll be travelling further afield, too. Once they're betweening." She's not... unfriendly, but it's certainly relatively neutral. "Have I got klah on my nose or something?" Edyis seems quiet at the talk of between. It is the mention of klah on the nose that coaxes a gentle laugh out of the younger woman. "No, I was just wondering..." She stops, brows drawing faintly together before she continues. "Why you chose the Winery over the docks. Not that it's any of my business." She is quick to add the last, attention shifting back to the path ahead. "It's too cold out on the docks. It's going to rain any minute, and then it'll be wet and windy, and at least the winery will be sheltered." It's a prompt answer, and as it gets offered, she turns to smile at the weyrling, a smug, Quinlys smile. The door to the winery stands ahead of them; she opens it, gesturing for Edyis to precede her in. That answer has the former scribe laughing outright, light and airy as she steps through the door. Taking a moment to make sure her boots are free of mud before proceeding inward, smiling as she watches those working. "I've never been to Tillek's winery," She confesses to the redhead softly, those ink-dark eyes searching about. "They won't let us see much of anything," warns Quinlys, her own gaze considering those at work without too much interest; cursory only. "Have you been in a winery before?" It is at least a little warmer in here, but the bluerider shivers, even so. "Once, though we only went to the area where you could sample and purchase." She recalls with distant fondness, "And I always tried to go to the gathers at the Vinterhall. It is a fascinating process, but I was always more interested in drinking it than making it." One corner of her mouth drawn slightly upward with the confession. "You?" "Wine's not my tipple of choice," admits Quinlys, lurking about the edges rather than trying to get too close to those working. "But I've seen the process once or twice, sure. I'd also rather drink than anything else, but we're not doing that this trip; not while we're on weyr business rather than pleasure. It's a good rule for life, frankly." "Not drinking while on Weyr business?" Edyis murmurs, watching though she too seems content to stay out of the way. "Mm, let me guess, whiskey then?" Curious about Quinlys's alcohol preferences, or perhaps trying to imagine the woman doing anything fun. Again, Quinlys' shrug is easy. "Whiskey'll do in a pinch," she says. "Those fancy liqueurs are fun for the odd occasion, but... I'm a simple girl, really. Long as I'm not drinking while on official business, or with my charges, or, indeed, anywhere near them." Rules, apparently, are important. Edyis shrugs to that, huddling deeper into her flight jacket. "I can't picture you drinking period." Which might be the point, but it's still the thought she voices. Her mouth opens again, and she seems to hesitate, glancing about as though to make certain none of her peers can hear before exhaling. "You still don't like me very much, do you?" Quinlys' snort of laughter is loud enough that it carries towards those hard at work; she's plainly not apologetic. "You don't know me very well, then," is what she says, as her laughter dies down. "But then, why should you? I'm your boss. Ultimately, Edyis, it doesn't matter what I think of you. I'll train you. I'll do my damndest. Doesn't mean we need to be friends. In fact, that doesn't come into it at all." "I don't," Edyis admits, ruefully though if because of the laughter or not knowing Quinlys, seems vague at best. "It does matter, what you think, what the wingleaders or weyrleaders think," Edyis states softly, and not without a slight twitch downward of her mouth. "Sure," says Quinlys, after a moment, her hands digging further into her pockets. She's not looking at Edyis. "But the fact that I still don't like you terribly much doesn't mean I can't acknowledge that you've been working hard. That you've been trying to improve. You can fly for a person you don't like. You can respect a person you wouldn't socialise with. That's the difference." The last has the dark-eyed woman blinking; her attention focused firmly on that wine barrel right over there. Peeking slightly from the corner of her eye as though to verify she had heard correctly. "I am not exactly an easy person to get along with in the long term." She allows, now deliberately not looking at Quinlys. "No," says Quinlys, blandly. "You're not. And that's something you're going to have to deal with, Edyis; you're going to rub a lot of people the wrong way, and sometimes it is going to cause you long-term grief. Be careful with your superiors. Learn how to work with them; every one of them will be different. That's the point." She's also not looking at Edyis, though there doesn't seem to be any concern in her expression; she's as smug as ever, one finger wiggling through a hole in the pocket of her jacket. Edyis nods, "I've been thinking about that, a lot lately. I'm not sure the bad impressions left can be salvaged though." She sighs, "Even working yourself to the bone, trying to be whatever is expected..." She exhales then. "I've been thinking about asking to see if they will accept browns with the Igen transfer. I know it's probably unlikely." the unspoken but is left to hang in the air. "Don't ask." Quinlys straightens her stance as she says that, although she still doesn't look at Edyis. "You'd be shooting yourself in the foot. They'd say no, and anyone who knew would just see you as running away." Beat. "You don't run away. You fix things. Running away never solved a damned thing." "What about the things that can't be fixed?" Edyis murmurs, hands going deep into her pockets. "Yeah, maybe not. Still starting over in a strange place isn't so bad. I've done it before." Quinlys presses her lips together, silent for long moments. Then, "You work around them. You compensate. Know your weak points, know the trigger points of people around you. You just... get smart about it." She makes it sound easy; her smile, as a result, is knowing. Plainly, she knows it isn't. "And you prove people wrong. Come on, let's go find the others." Edyis snorts softly, though not dismissively, at the answer. Falling in step behind the redhead in swift silent obedience. Akluseth very plainly is twitching impatiently to get back up in the air though with his clutch siblings nearby he looks a little too cozy for his lifemate's comfort. The other weyrlings look cold and rained on, muttering. "All right," says Quinlys, as she leads Edyis back towards the dragons. "We're headed home. Everyone ready? Let's get moving before it starts raining any harder." There are more instructions-- reminders for how best to fly in the rain-- and then it's off and away, back to the Weyr... where it's 'only' snowing. |
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Alida (05:37, 16 June 2015 (EDT)) said...
Edyis is already ahead of Alida on this particular learning curve. ;)
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