Logs:Making Nice(ish)
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| RL Date: 5 October, 2013 |
| Who: K'del, Taikrin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'del and Taikrin are both enjoying a late dinner. The inevitable sniping is, at least, relatively polite. |
| Where: Kitchen, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 25, Month 12, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, F'manis/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions |
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| Kitchen, High Reaches Weyr
The remaining wall space is taken up by passageways and extra seating: swinging doors that lead variously to the main living cavern, the inner caverns and the storage rooms, a counter-height pass-through for food service to the Snowasis, and a series of nooks equipped with tables and benches for quick, out-of-the-way meals any time of day.
It's a little unusual for Taikrin to be alone come this time of night: she's often to be found indulging in wing business during the calmer evening hours. Perhaps that's where she's meant to be headed next, seeing as she's got a satchel slung over one shoulder and is doing a mean power-walk. "Oi, Kat, we got anything good left in the---" She tapers off when she spots K'del. Her lips twist wryly, and she waves off the girl who looks up questioningly at her earlier demand. "Nevermind. I'll manage." K'del's head turns at the sound of Taikrin's voice, gaze tracking her into the room; his expression is difficult to read, for the most part, but his smile hasn't wholly disappeared. "Taikrin," he says, easily, with a kind of unpracticed casualness that nonetheless holds no small measure of authority. There's been at least one Wingleader's meeting since his surprise promotion, and he's been nothing but polite. Even so. "Did you need something? Don't let me interrupt." "Looks like we had the same idea," Taikrin responds with the kind of forced ease she's been practising so often over the last turn or two. She's even smiling, even if it does seem like it might be at her own private joke. "Don't let me interrupt your dinner," she adds with a darted look at the kitchen girl. The satchel is shifted across her chest to free up both hands for inspecting whatever's been left to boil over the nearby fire. "Sure you've been busy, lately," she adds oh-so-solicitiously. "It's no interruption. Unless... should I feel interrupted?" K'del arches his brow as he asks that question, stilling his legs carefully against the cabinetry he's sitting upon. It's late, well past dinner time, and the kitchens are relatively quiet but for those on clean up duty. The girl standing near him, elbow-deep in dishwater, is studiously attending to her task, now. "It's certainly a big job. You'd know that too, of course. From experience." "I do know that," Taikrin acknowledges, smile quirking briefly deeper even though she doesn't initially lift her gaze from the stewpot. "Reckon better'n most, at this point, yeah? So many people wanting to make your life difficult-- herding whers, my pa used to say." Her voice is too bland for this to be a threat, and she really seems mostly interested in securing a nearby bowl to serve herself. "I feel for Azaylia especially, though, poor thing. And Hraedhyth. I know she had regard for Z'ian." K'del is carefully polite in his reply, as, indeed, all of his comments have been thus far. "Not a bad way to put it," he agrees. "Herding whers. It's better when you can try and work with people, regardless of... any personal feelings. And, of course, it's more difficult when it's temporary - Acting, not confirmed." Of Azaylia and Hraedhyth he holds back an answer, at least until after he's eaten another bite from his bowl. "They seemed like a good pair," he agrees. "Solid. It was nice to see." There's an especially wry twist to Taikrin's smile now. "Yes. I reckon it's much worse when it's temporary. I suppose it's much easier when you ain't got people calling your right into question all the time." The effort to keep the bitterness out of her voice must be monumental; the strain shows, a little, in the wrinkles around her eyes. She cradles her bowl in both hands, fingers drumming lightly against the sides. "He did seem to respect her. It was good for her. Ah, well, we ain't allowed to have nice things. Not in our lot." K'del, his gaze lifted to actually consider Taikrin, now, has clearly seen something in those wrinkles - though he's careful to keep his own expression as neutral as possible. Nor does he tackle that subject, oh no. "I hope she and I can develop a strong working relationship, for as long as I'm in this position," he says, after a moment. "And I hope that Z'ian makes a full recovery, though I understand there is no chance of him reclaiming his position." A full bowl of stew later, and Taikrin has recovered a bit of her aplomb. Her social smile comes a little easier as she leans a hip into the countertop opposite K'del. "I hope he does as well. Boreal can't seem to catch any breaks, either. I'm sure he was doing whatever he thought was best..." Taikrin shrugs as she trails off, feigning disinterest. "Maybe it was all just a ploy to escape the winter, you reckon?" By now, K'del might even be feeling cautiously optimistic about this conversation - he even laughs, in a wry, not-terribly-overwhelming kind of way. "That must be it. Anything to escape winter. I still don't know what happened. It's ridiculous, really. Boreal-- we'll have to see about them. It's a shame. How's Glacier doing?" It may even be a genuine question, backed by genuine interest. New leaf K'del is trying. "Glacier's doing just fine. We're tough, so..." She interrupts herself with a quick gulp of food, then grins. "Doing what we got to do to keep the peace. Reckon we're in better shape than most, really. Stability and clarity, right?" Taikrin toys her spoon while her gaze briefly studies K'del. "How's Taiga taking the whole thing?" Stability and clarity. K'del, perhaps to keep himself from being sarcastic, and to keep the conversation positive, says nothing to that; he nods, instead, gaze vague rather than focused too intently upon the brownrider. "Confused. Doesn't seem to matter how much F'manis and I reassure them that nothing is changing, wing-wise, and that I'm not taking things over... the idea of a Weyrleader without a Wing seems to be a foreign one." "Reckon it is at that. Don't know as I can think of one that hasn't had a wing off the top of my head." Taikrin shows more interest in her stew than in what might as well be idle chit-chat, though. She merely shrugs, adding, "I'm sure it won't really matter much for you in any regards, what with all your experience and all. I reckon you got plenty of support already, wing or no?" Her eyebrows raise, and the question is asked as innocently as she can possibly manage. K'del does not take the bait. Instead, he smiles. "Don't feel the need to throw my weight around," he agrees, "that's true. Could take Boreal, but it seems like they'd do better with an insider. In general, insiders seem like a good choice unless there's other complications at hand." His stew bowl is empty, and now he slides down from the bench so that he can offer it to the girl doing dishes. Turning back, he adds, "Seems like the whole gig works better when you get people onside, rather than forcing them to be on side or else. In my experience." "I'm sure," Taikrin responds with wholly polite blandness to the not-quite-advice. "Well. You let me know if there's anything you need. One Weyrleader to another." It's only with the practice of months and months that she pulls off a completely innocently crooked smile. Nothing to see here. No, really! She offers an brief wave with her spoon. "Don't feel like you have to stay on my account, now. Glad we could share a dinner." "I do," admits K'del, "have a great deal to get on with." He's largely mastered his expression, kept the eyerolling and twitching to an internal-only repertoire that keeps his actual features neutrally polite. "I'll be interested in hearing your report on everything Glacier is up to, out our next Wing meeting. There's so much I need to get my head around, after all. So many changes. Have a pleasant evening." Taikrin sinks her spoon back into her stew as she nods, maybe-sympathetically. "Don't worry, I'll be more'n ready. You just let me know. G'night, K'del." "Taikrin," says K'del, but it's a farewell - with that, he turns and meanders out of the kitchens and off into the evening. |
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Comments on "Logs:Making Nice(ish)"Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 06 Oct 2013 11:28:07 GMT.
Ahaha. This was much less vicious sniping than in previous scenes, but still... gotta love 'em. x3c
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