Logs:Many Missteps
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| RL Date: 9 July, 2013 |
| Who: K'zin, Hana |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'zin runs into Hana. He makes many missteps, but none too terrible. |
| Where: Kitchens, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 13, Month 3, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: High winds whip through the bowl and whistle up the walls around the spires. |
| Mentions: Devaki/Mentions, Sealene/Mentions, C'wlin/Mentions, N'hax/Mentions, Madilla/Mentions |
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| Kitchen, High Reaches Weyr Polished marble and granite surfaces, gleaming metalwork and pale woods characterize the vaulted fastness of the kitchen. Several large hearths gape red-mouthed against the outer wall of the cavern, their fires almost always stoked for the constant cooking the Weyr requires to feed its denizens. Sinks line the wall to one side of the hearths, providing ample space to wash large quantities of dishes, while to the other, cabinetry and a deep pantry provide storage space for items commonly needed on a day-to-day basis. 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.
Hana is remarkably lacking in plates of food - but she does have a mug of tea, a pot off to one side, and a small bowl of sweetner. She's also currently hemming a pile of white/brown/splotched things, stacked about so high on one side, and a much shorter pile on one of the empty chairs at the table. Glancing up now and again to watch the business, a certain K'zin is spotted - and hailed, of course, with a bit of a smile. Hana's timing is perfect. K'zin's brown gaze starts searching for a spare seat just as the former holder hails him. There's a moment of a small surprised smile on the bronzerider's face before there's a real one blooming there. "Hey Hana," He greets her as he arrives at the table, "Mind if I borrow a-" He starts, nodding to a seat that isn't covered in white/brown/splotched things, but then the impressive pile cuts him off, prompting a: "Wow. Is this volunteer or voluntold labor?" There's a bit of a laugh, "More of a 'hide from everyone and be useful' labor. I wanted tea, to keep my hands busy, and to be useful. And I found a bunch of odds and ends that are too small to make clothing; I'm thinking a ragtag patch quilt," she admits, even as closer examination shows some of the odds and ends are much nicer than would probably be let go of the storerooms in this time of leanness. "'Hide from everyone'?" The 'be useful' part of Hana's explanation doesn't seem to need a question, but the first part garners a raised brow as K'zin drops into a seat. Perhaps the continued conversation was enough for him to simply make the assumption his presence wasn't objectionable. He sets down the stew bowl and ale, taking the hard bred from where it's been soaking. "Why are you hiding from everyone? And am I spoiling your attempt by being here?" Does he count as 'everyone'? He looks to the fabric and them smiles, "So you quilt? It looks like it would make a nice one, not that I know much about quilting except that Madilla makes really beautiful ones. Also, snuggley. The quilts, not Madilla. That I know of." Suddenly, the stew is interesting. Hana puts her square down, and puts her hand to her lips - not that it hides the grin trying to break out into giggles. "Ah... it's not something I'm very good at - but it is just going to be a square patch one; anything more complicated, and I would not know where to start," she admits, finally giving a quiet laugh, before lifting a shoulder. "You aren't spoiling anything - and I know - a kitchen during a mealtime isn't the most quiet of places. But it's no one I sleep with, or anything like that, so it is relatively peaceful. And I wouldn't have offered room, if you were going to spoil anything." There is a pause, as she picks up her patch - the hemming odd, in that there's a good amount of fray-stuff past the hemline, "Just off drills?" "You'll have to show it to me when it's done. Broaden my horizons and all that." K'zin says with a smile after a spoonfuls of stew have been eaten and she's done explaining about the nature of her quilting endeavor. "Ahh, trouble in paradise?" The tilt of his head and tone are curious, but not pressuring. "Yeah. Flew sweeps over the Hold, actually. High Reaches. Didn't stop, of course," Not with things being as they are. "Have you had a chance to go back much? I heard there was a new baby some months back, right?" "A little girl," Hana agrees with a bit of a smile, before shaking her head. "The last time was... well, the day of the pirate attack." Which is reason enough for the smile to fade enough. "Paradise? I wouldn't say that, faded or otherwise." A pause is given, a sip of hot tea taken, "I actually am not sure what I'd term paradise. But wintertime probably would not be involved, hm?" "Oh, for the festival they had." K'zin gives a nod, "I'm sure you have other rider friends and all, but if you ever want a ride down that way and Ras and I aren't doing our duties and all that, we'd be glad to take you. I've never actually been there. Didn't have a chance to go before C'wlin and N'hax got caught there, and now..." He shrugs, though there's interest for the place, to be sure. "If you've time someday, maybe I could persuade you to give me the tour." There's a grin for her words about winter, and a nod of agreement, "Spring's coming though. I've been going down south when I can. Nice and warm there. I've been having some departures from paradise myself. Why is sleeping with people so complicated?" The question is posed with a scholarly air, as though it were possible to pick apart the logic behind such a thing so suffused with emotions and biochemistry. Hana hms in agreement, before twitching slightly. Just slightly, at the thought of flying, "I'll keep that in mind," is what she'll say though - graciously, even, before offering a smile, "Well, I do know some of the best places at the Hold proper - perfect for hiding, or views, or whatever." Then, in the process of taking a sip of the tea, processes that last question. She doesn't choke. But there is, perhaps, a small amount of breathing restriction before she recalls any liquid that went wandering, and sends it on its way. "Ah... I'm not sure?" "Ah, sorry!" K'zin's quickly apologizing, letting go of his spoon in the bowl as he leans forward, as though there were something he could do about the choking, but what would he do? Nothing, especially since she's speaking, so he leans back. "I didn't mean to be shocking. Were you talking about another variety of someone you sleep with? Like, a roommate? Or something?" He tries to trace back his steps to where he went wrong. "If not showing me, about the Hold, telling me would be great too. I'm a little concerned I'll run amok without a Holder to show me the ins and outs. I've only visited Holds a handful of times so far, and I keep thinking I'll-- well, say something like I just said, and say it to the wrong person and create something awful. Weyrlings apparently have that tendency." Some of them. "... I sleep in the dorms, K'zin - and the people I share with, know I embroider - and mend." The words are rather dry, but the red from the question - and the sputtering - fades a bit. And... I can see that." Him, half the others she's run into.. Of course, "... Half them would probably do it on purpose." Awwwkward. K'zin's face is abashed, "See? Just like this. I definitely didn't mean to-- but..." Then it happened. The bronzerider settles into looking contrite, giving only a nod of agreement that some would probably do it on purpose before he changes the subject (rather obviously). "Um, so. What do you think of Devaki becoming Lord Devaki?" Because that's a safer topic, right? Apparently so! "I'm certain he shall do a fine job of it," Hana replies immediately - not that that's a surprise. "He takes his responsibilities very seriously." There is a pause, then she changes the subject back. "Really, as long as you don't talk about relationships, or how the Weyr does everything better and Holders are unthinking idiots, you would probably be fine." Back, but not back back, K'zin looks a touch relieved for that. "Got it. No relationships, no how the Weyr is awesome talk. Anything else I should be careful about? I mean, we've had these classes for the Silver Thread program, but some of the manners are pretty-- are you really supposed to bow and curtsey to Lords and Ladies? Or was the Harper just having a laugh?" The bronzerider taps his spoon on the edge of his bowl in an even rhythm, not paying any mind to the motion. "I've never met him. Not that I'd expect to. I'm just a weyrling after all. What do you make of the business with him shorting the tithes and all that? I mean, I'm not--" He hurries to add, "-trying to say he doesn't take his responsibilities seriously, but don't Holders have a responsibility to the Weyr as we do to them?" ".. No, he wasn't," Hana replies, though with a faint smile, though that fades. And.... that might be the other thing she was hiding from. "Yes, he does." There is a pause, then she tilts her head. "Do you have any specific suggestions on how he should have punished directly, the riders that broke into a secured part of the Hold without a by your leave, and if rumor is to believed, harmed people he was holding." There is actually no blame - and she's strong on the emphasis of rumor, but at the end of the question, her eyes are on K'zin, waiting to see what his response would be to that. The fade of the smile has K'zin looking even more embarrassed than before. "Shells," And then swearing to complete a trio of missteps with the holdbred girl. "I just can't seem to find any of the right things to say." Even recognizing his missteps, the bronzerider probably realizes it might be rude not to answer the response, "I'm not sure I have a better answer. Maybe he could have asked for them to be assigned to work for the Hold for a time. I guess as much as I understand the 'one is always part of the greater whole' idea, it doesn't sit well with me how many hundreds will be put through hardship for the acts of only two. Two that, at least in theory, had no direction from anyone else." In theory. He tries for another change of topic, "At least there will be a party soon. Sparse on refreshments, but I think there will be plenty of dancing to be had. If I recall correctly, you like a good dance. So you'll be there to help fill up our dance cards, right?" "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm not sure there is any right answer. Which is partly why, in the end, I decided not to move back." She doesn't touch on the direction, or lack there of, before nodding with a bit of a smile, "With bells on, if I can find any - and I expect everyone to dance with me, so keep that in mind - and remind some people, if you need to," she says with a faint grin. There is a tilt of the head, before adding, "For your graduation, right? That sounds like it will be lovely - and something you all are looking forward to?" she asks, letting go of the missteps for now. "You know, it's been known to happen that there are situations here where there's no right answer, right? I'm not trying to discourage you. I mean, I'd much rather you stay and add color and square quilts to the Weyr, but I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea." Because it's his job to rain on her parade, probably. At least K'zin sounds apologetic when he says it. There's a grin for the comment of bells, "I bet the bells would compliment whatever the Harpers will be playing for us. I'll make sure to remind the boys to bring their best steps. If they toss dance, you'll have a go with me, right? I think I saw you do one of those at Hatching feast all that time ago." He nods to confirm the purpose of the party, "I can't really speak for the others, but I'm excited and nervous I guess. Ending of one thing and start of a new thing. Similar, but different. Kind of strange to think of myself as soon to be a real rider, instead of just another weyrling." "Not a single one of you," that Hana's met, at least, "Are just another anything." There's a hmph, then a bit of a nod, "Oh, I know. But one can hope. And I insist on as many toss dances as I can get into. There's nothing like a proper toss dance to get the blood moving, after all! And pfftt." Yes, she actually sticks her tongue out at the weyrling, "My quilts are nothing to message home about." "I didn't really mean--" Again with the missteps. K'zin hauls in a breath and shakes his head, "I just meant that I've found some of the older riders are pretty dismissive of us-- of me, because I'm younger and still training, and stuff. Once I've graduated, I can at least say I've done that much. I'm trained." Although with all these missteps, perhaps someone should think about whether or not the bronzerider ought to be held back. "I'm glad to hear it. There's never enough partners for toss dances, as far as I'm concerned. And maybe your quilts aren't now, but the might be someday. If you wanted them to be. Not that--" He starts and then shrugs, "Not that I message home about anything." "Compliments will get you somewhere - I'm not quite sure where, but if it's trouble, a good toss dance should get you free," Hana teases, before starting to stack everything up. "Well, just remember - at one point, they were training too, and probably doing less than intelligent things on occasion. I should probably put this all away, so I shall see you later?" Hana's reminder has K'zin giving her a big, warm smile. "Yeah, that's a good thing to keep in mind." And the gears are turning. Sometimes the simplest words spark the most interesting ideas. "Of course. We have a dancing date. Take care, Hana." His attention remains divided between dinner and the woman as she finishes packing up, nodding her off as she goes. |
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