Logs:Lunch, Interrupted
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| RL Date: 24 April, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, Ilicaeth, K'zin, Rasavyth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Alida requests K'zin's company so lunch is cut short. She voices her frustrations and current strategy. K'zin is unusually logical and reasonable and offers wise words and a shoulder. |
| Where: Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 9, Month 8, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly warm evening. A breeze tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the air. |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions, Meara/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions, Sabella/Mentions |
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| Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr A rustic and unadorned vestibule leads in from hewn spiral steps to a refitted ledge, enclosed by limestone pillars. Sturdy wooden framework captures elongated glass panes, tilted to absorb the most light during the day. The wash of heat from within, lush and humid, persists even into the dead of winter; the air is heady with the scent of fresh-turned soil and various flora. Long, deep troughs of soil line the inner stone wall, planted with an assortment of broad, leafy tropicals - practical and decorative alike. Fruit and vegetable baskets hang from rafters, optimizing space, tempting in reach with a perpetually ripening harvest. A series of stone shelving is devoted to flourishing, aromatic herbs and new green shoots; even the softest touch releases a burst of savory scent from tender leaves. Amidst the greenery, a handful of wooden benches have been scattered, making this a temptingly warm and secluded spot to sit. Shuttered vents serve to regulate humidity and heat given off from a small hot spring recessed into an alcove at the back; a secondary pool with cooler waters siphons off to provide a constant, fresh supply for irrigation. A small potting station nearby is cluttered with watering cans and gardening tools of various uses, with a wooden bin for composting materials tucked underneath.
To respond right now has K'zin shoveling his food down his gullet in the Living Cavern and hastily heading for the bowl. Still, his arrival isn't immediate. « He will come. » is the breezy response from the bronze. "You summoned?" His baritone precedes him as he steps into the greenhouse, carefully closing the door behind him, one hand still holding a fluffy roll. His tone to the older woman is a touch droll, and his expression is cool interest. "What's up?" « Good enough. » Ilicaeth ripostes, then settling into 'waiting mode. As for Alida, when K'zin arrives, the first thing she says is, "Didn't mean ta drag you quick from lunch..." lifting her chin to his fluffy roll as she smirks thinly. It'll have to substitute for a 'sorry,' apparently. On to business, for which she keeps her tone low, intimate. "I'm gonna' stay outta' the program, just ta' keep up my pissed-off appearance." Like *that's* difficult for the irked bluie. "Suits me in a way ta' get the information from you 'n Ras under the table, anyhow." Yep, she's still a guard. Grin. "Aren't ya gonna push t'be let in *fully*, though? Those Wingleader meetings 'r kinda important." The roll vanishes into his mouth as she gestures to it and with puffed, chewing cheeks there's a shake of his head as though to say 'no problem'. He's probably put away enough food to last him the rest of the turn in hibernation if his usual portions are anything to guess by. K'zin swallows after she makes her statement, and a hand rises to push through his locks, which flop back over his forehead immediately. "You choice." He shrugs, doesn't seem to much matter to him. "Remind me why you're interested in keeping up that appearance?" His tone is one of reserved interest, curious about what the strategy is. "How does it play into your end game?" The end game he said in the bathes she'd have to come up with on her own and marry to his own plans, which they've yet to discuss in detail. "Don't worry. We'll get our thread. Thing is-- people are much more comfortable taking baby steps. I told Quinlys when she asked that I thought asking to be a part of the silver thread program would be over-reaching. And it would. The odds weren't in our favor to get it the other day. By the end of the month..." He gives a little shrug. "Have patience, 'lida." "And I thought *I* could eat..." the blonde grunts out with humor at the sight of Waki's mouth practically engulfing that poor, innocent roll. With just the right amount of casualness, Alida soon responds with, "'Cause people expect stubborn hotheads ta' be incapable uv' too much calculation 'r patience." A slender smirk and pointed look from acute greens might just accuse K'zin of thinking the same. Good. A few judicious nods are given for the bronzer's talk of baby steps, the bluie noting crisply, "*Got* patience... he's called Ilicaeth." A low clip of laughter speaks of the irony found in having a lifemate to not only complement her, but balance her. "Good strategy." After a moment to gather her thoughts, the woman takes up her limited wandering again, moving around Waki so she can sniff at a flowering plant just to his six. "I talked with Azaylia yesterday." Inhale, sigh. "She's not gonna be of any help with the imbalances in the weyrling area." For his consumption, K'zin has no shame. "Alright." He responds with a nod for her reasoning. She wants the element of surprise? She can have it. Up to her what expectations she wants to set up for herself. "Then maybe next time you want something to happen quicker that I've said is going to happen, you can ask your patience about it instead of interrupting lunch." His tone is light and teasing, though there certainly is the element of seriousness to the matter of lunch: food is important! When Alida speaks of speaking with Azaylia, his arms fold across his chest idly, "Oh no?" His tone doesn't sound terribly surprised. "Which imbalances did you bring to her attention?" "Kiss yer daddy's ass..." the almost-surprised into anger blonde snerts at K'zin as a riposte to his snark. "I haven't even got ta' mine, yet." Maybe they both are enjoyers of food; Alida certainly packs it away, too. As for Azaylia and her response... "Kinda' confronted her about the basic shit goin' down in the barracks, as far as potential favoritism and such go. Told 'er that more 'n more weyrlings 'r gettin' upset over the whole leadership program inequities...that there might be some underlying ethical problems with puttin' certain people only inta' it." A twist of lips, glint of anger in greens presages, "She said she felt fer me...us...but that she couldn't really do anything about any of it." "And whose fault is that?" K'zin pops right back to her, his manner still playful, guffawing. "Not mine, certainly." Why make her problem his? "You can kiss my dad's reat if you're into that thing, but there's an awful lot of dust and grime from those rocks he's so fond of. But we are not on speaking terms, let alone kissing body parts terms." There's a little shoulder roll for that admission. He doesn't make a direct comment on whether or not he feels there's favoritism or politics running rampant in the barracks. It's not really for him to say. What he does say though is, "Zay... doesn't believe in getting involved in what she doesn't see as her business. Hers isn't the business of raising the weyrlings to be riders, so she lets the weyrling staff to their jobs." He's not smiling now, simply relating fact as he sees it. "She wants to be good enough for the Weyr and that means doing her job as well as she can do it. And muddying up the lines without proof positive... well, it might serve to make it seem she's doing the wrong thing." He leaves unsaid but implied that Azaylia doesn't do the 'wrong thing'; at least, not anymore. "What were you hoping she would do about it? What did you want to have happen?" "The weyrlingmasters..." Alida notes dryly as she pivots around to look at the bronzer. "Meara wanted ta' see just how strong Ilicaeth's wings were before she allowed him ta' wing up to th' spires on 'is own. *Then* she wanted ta' look over my newest set uv' straps." Yes, the wlm's are apparently all on paranoia duty after the Sabella incident. Her lightly humored stance quiets after Waki speaks of his family, the blonde slowly reaching forth a hand, and settling it atop the taller weyrling's shoulder - if allowed - and giving it a sound squeeze before removing her grasp. I hear you, brother. As she listens to K'zin's words of Azaylia, the guard's features become more and more dark, sober, her lips thinning not in anger, but frustration. After taking a moment to even herself out, the woman lips off a gruff, "I understand she has her own shit ta' deal with. I honestly *do*. I just felt that someone who dealt in truths needed ta' *hear* from the runner's mouth about this crap...like sayin' nothing about it was like bein' silently complicitous." Alida; tolerate inequity? Like hell! "Guess I was foolishly hopin' she'd talk ta' Quinlys, 'r even Taikrin... Get the first ta' realize how divisive her actions 'r being... the latter ta' maybe look inta' changin' what it takes ta' get into the program." A harsh twist of lips and roll of eyes speaks of her hopes for any of that. K'zin doesn't seem particularly bothered by his family 'stuff'. Time heals all wounds as they say, and a dragon can fill many voids. It is known. He gives a little nod for her words of her intentions and goals with Azaylia. "It's not a bad thing to choose to tell someone something that you think they should know. You just can't ever count fully on someone taking the action you desire them to take." He frowns slightly at this, "So you learn to hedge your bets. To design the situation. To make it ripe for your end desire to be the obvious choice to them. It's not the kind of thing that you can do in one conversation." He might be speaking now of both her talk with Azaylia and his own with Quinlys. It's his turn to pat her shoulder, a supportive gesture. "Sorry it didn't work out like you'd hoped. Maybe next time it'll go your way." "So I've learned in full, finally..." Alida notes around a bitter lip twist, her features aging some in that instant. "Gonna hedge a whole lot more, now..." is rumbled out, something slightly foreboding in the blonde's tone as she looks directly into K'zin's eyes. "I'm not fond uv' holding repeat conversations on the same topic if the other party ain't really interested." Yes; that is apparently that in her eyes. "No need for sorries, Waki. This is just another lesson in reality, 'n how ta' deal with shit when the going gets tough." And then the woman's stomach growls...long, loud, and shrill...making its owner look down at her midsection, and finally eyecross. "Okay; I'll take that as a cue ta' get movin' towards lunch, myself." Pause. "Thanks fer comin' so quick, Waki." And for the ear. "Anytime." His response comes easily, "Though, maybe next time, have Ilicaeth tell us if it can wait 'til I've ate or not." K'zin delivers this last with another playful grin. "Enjoy your lunch." He, apparently, will stay a while, and he moves towards some of the flower beds, looking over the blooms present, as he did once before when they were here, what seems like a lifetime ago. Before dragons. |
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Alida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Thu, 25 Apr 2013 05:25:25 GMT.
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'BD':Before Dragons. Damn, how much more simple life was before the Weyr *and* the dragons.
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