Logs:Mediation
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| RL Date: 20 December, 2013 |
| Who: A'rist, G'laer, Ghena, Knioth, Lythronath, Teisyth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After sufficient nagging from Teisyth, G'laer asks A'rist to mediate a discussion between himself and Ghena so he can explain about the whole married-and-kids thing. |
| Where: Hot Springs, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 8, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aseana/Mentions, Gaelan/Mentions, Leara/Mentions |
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| With duties out of the way for the day, one of the assistants brought a group of weyrlings to the nearby Hot Springs. It being just a seven since such delights were offered, the assistant wasn't short of weyrlings wanting to make the trip. Among them are G'laer and Teisyth. The latter is, of course, already roughhousing in the water with one of the other greens and generally making a splashy ruckus. G'laer, on the other hand hasn't entered the springs yet, instead, standing not far off from an edge exchanging quiet words with A'rist. Lythronath is always happiest when surrounded by greens (and it's been happening a lot recently). This might be why the bronze is oddly quiet. Or, it could be that the warmth is slowly creeping up his limbs, and he is slowly melting into it. But he's not totally zen. As displayed by the growl and showing of teeth when water - even warm water - splashes him, courtesy of those greens. A'rist watches his dragon stir the water with his tail and claw at the rock of the pool, sure. But it's a distracted watching, as he nods. The look that turns to G'laer isn't one totally convinced, but, he nods once more, and this time, more firmly. Knioth seems quite content to preen and flex for the ladies, while Ghena sulks in the water. Now is probably the appropriate time to point out that the blue rider's feminine qualities seem limited to her face with little in the way of curvature. So if she had any modesty she really needn't have bothered at all with the tunic which seems more to protect fair skin from over exposure to sunlight than modesty. Then again she's not with the weyrlings splashing; she's sulking muttering to one of her fellow weyrlings about the horror of this month's wing assignments. Teisyth is often rambunctious, but right now she doesn't take the growl and teethy look from Lythronath as invitation to provoke him into play or otherwise. And even she starts to feel less playful and a little more serious, disengaging herself from the green to float herself closer to the bronze, sticking her nose just far enough under the water to make it bubble as she approaches. At least, hopefully those bubbles are from her nose. Few things make G'laer nervous, but maybe that's what is indicated by his grim look and the necessity to square his shoulders. He gives a nod to A'rist which seems to indicate 'let's do this thing' and then turns to approach his sister and her companion. "Ghena. We need to talk." G'laer's been a stickler for titles, addressing everyone as Weyrling So-and-So when something's in an official capacity, so this must therefore be something of a more personal nature. A'rist doesn't nod to G'laer again; he just follows, drawing himself up in an attempt at being taller and seeming older, settling on a serious, almost grim sort of look when he shifts to one side of G'laer, the better to look at his sister. Lythronath watches Teisyth's approach suspiciously, though when it doesn't bring tsunamis or anything of the like, the bronze settles a little bit deeper into the water. That tail stays going. The floor of the pool isn't just left alone, either. He snorts, air rippling the water's surface at those bubbles. Never in the history of any relationship have the words 'We need to talk' been good ones. Since the formal title is out Ghena feels quite free to tilt her head at her brother. "Unless it has to do with sweeps, drills or inspections I have no desire to say or hear anything you have to say." Knioth's eyes whir yellow as he pauses his flexing for the greens to look at his rider, tail flicking. He seems to half watch the triad of riders, but his attention cannot stay divided for long. Not with all these lovely females about. He's probably spouting sonnets. Or something. Teisyth is ignored because she is Teisyth and Lythronath? Well he gets mostly ignored because hey, Knioth knows he is both smarter and better looking. (At least in his own head.) On goes the flexing and spreading of wings. Well, he came, he tried. That should satisfy Teisyth, right? The annoyed snort from the green says 'no'. But G'laer seems willing enough to let it go right there. "Alright." But maybe this is why he brought A'rist, to whom he gives a shrug before he starts to turn to go. It's instinct that makes A'rist reach out and grab hold of G'laer's arm. It's pretty much everything else that suddenly makes him unsure of this action, and he freezes, a half-hold, surely easily breakable, on the greenrider, and nerves starting to ruin whatever sort of mature aura he was going for. But it's to Ghena that he points out, "Look, we've got time now. And there's no one around." Well, except for those who are already in their heads, presumably. To Teisyth, Knioth projects « I do not think cornering mine is such a good idea at the moment. » "I don't care if there is time. I don't have anything to say to this guard." She all but hisses leaving out any familiarity that might suggest she so much as knew the green rider much less was related. G'laer is alien or very damn near in her book. "Let him play high horse wing leader all he likes. He's a liar, lied twice to stand, Farnath knows what else he's lied about, and apparently he has convinced you to help him." The metallic taste of copper is especially strong with Teisyth's annoyance. « She's darn well lucky he's trying. She was the one who wanted him t'be more brotherly an' to tell her things. » And gosh darnit, G'laer's trying and that means a lot to Teisyth even if it doesn't seem to matter to Ghena. (To Knioth from Teisyth) "You know what, A'rist, forget I said anything. I was obviously mistaken." About what exactly? Well, at this point it could be a number of things. As usual, G'laer's baritone sounds neutral, but the words chosen betray his frustration. It's not A'rist's grabbing of his arm that the man seems to mind, but Ghena's attitude. Still, he doesn't pull away, leaving A'rist to make the decision to let go of his own accord... or not. Ghena isn't given even a look. Silver rings as armor chains rub together. « Lucky maybe, but push her and we both will have to pull them apart with our claws again. » A touch ruefully the bright Tenor of his voice rings. « I thought yours didn't like or need people anyway. Why is he trying now of all times when he's got what he wanted? » Not bitter or accusatory more genuinely curious (To Teisyth from Knioth) « No! » It's snapped back to the blue with unusual bite. « This is her last chance. I ain't takin' her part again if'n this is how she reacts to him tryin'. It ain't easy for him. It ain't easy for me t'get him to try. » Her tail lashes beneath the water, eyes whirling with sudden anger. « He's tryin' 'cause I told him it was important. But maybe he's right after all! » (To Knioth from Teisyth) A'rist does let go of that arm, but while shifting to block G'laer's (immediate) path away from his sister. "He's not a guard," still addressing Ghena, "he's a dragonrider. And I don't think Teisyth is about to up and leave him, even if his blood is." From Lythronath, a warm-dopey, « Blood. » "And..." a moment floundering, and then he's found something, and he's standing straighter once more, "it's going to be better for the wing if you guys get over this," eyes flick to G'laer, but he's more uncertain than chiding for the older man, "maybe you ought to give your threads back." Beat. "Besides, you're family." So much for zen. Teisyth's usually so joyful mind leaks something else, something new, that her proximity to the bronze shares with him. She's angry! Her eyes have turned to whirl the appropriate color and beneath the water her tail lashes. The source? Well, Ghena, mostly, but apparently, since she doesn't hide this from the contact with Lythronath, apparently, Knioth is also speaking to her. And it's getting her caprine! (To Lythronath from Teisyth) « BLUES. » Anger, Lythronath knows, and in answer to Teisyth, he beats the water with tail and talons and unchecked enthusiasm. But his hunter's leer is on Knioth, no matter what the blue may actually have done or not. (To Teisyth and Knioth from Lythronath) Steady martial drums, feet moving in perfect rhythm against the ground. Sounds of perfect order, a call for calm and reason. « Still the same using another rider to corner her isn't the best approach. » (To Teisyth from Knioth) A Raucous trumpet in warning. Wings splayed forelegs lifted. He's not taking guff from Lythronath, even if he is bronze. The trumpet melds into a low rumbling growl, though this seems more directed at Ghena. (To nearby dragons from Knioth) She would have snapped back some sharp reply, chin held up sharply she stops when her own dragon betrays her. "Knioth says to at least listen to what you have to say. Beyond that I promise nothing." « He asked A'rist to help! Do you have any idea how hard that was fer him?! » Teisyth explodes with a snarl that's given voice in the physical realm. « Hold me back, Lynner, I'm gonna chew on her stupid, stubborn head! » For all that the green makes the threat and gnashes her buckteeth, she doesn't make a move in the water, probably because she knows that Lythronath can't be relied upon to actually hold her back. Of course, nothing Teisyth does is ever particularly quiet so there's suddenly the familiar sensation of a heavy, warm blanket settling over the minds of the three young dragons, brown Hawlzith, the assistant's dragon, stepping in to keep things tame. Enough. They can have their disputes, but no touching; that's his line. G'laer might be regretting having asked for A'rist's help because it means he can't just turn away, since the younger man makes at least one cogent point. "It was a long time ago." The words are delivered sharply, but not angrily. So far, that's all he's saying. A'rist remains tense through Ghena's grudging acceptance, gets more intense when Lythronath's influence is felt, and then... then lets his jaw hang a little bit and stares at G'laer. Did that actually just work? The bronzerider clearly can't much help but stand proudly and even smile a little bit, proud of himself now. It's after that he turns to look at Lythronath, no argument in his face, and no obvious calming going on for the bronze. But the dragon also doesn't move. Just growls and repeats, less forceful, but far more sinister, « Blues. » Knioth snorts. « Bloooood. » The mocking sarcasm almost out of character for the blue. He snorts at Teisyth as well. « She's listening. It isn't easy for her either. The pair of them are too much alike. » Her snort is not mocking, more a gentle chide. The distraction must be enough to keep Ghena from walking away, or saying anything else on the matter. She won't make this easy and it's up to G'laer to say whatever it is that is in his head. A'rist should probably get an award of some type for this though. Seriously. Teisyth doesn't answer in words, though the blanketing has had some effect on her, but rather lets a growl pulse in her throat. For once, she couldn't agree more. Blues. Even if the word isn't spoken, and even if her meaning takes in Knioth's rider as well. Of course, this is Teisyth, so her 'I'm ferocious' look and growl is really just kind of adorable. Fierce is one thing this green will never be. Alas! Silence is the worst for G'laer. Because it means he has to volunteer information. It must be a further testament to just how hard he's trying that he does. "I was your age when I met her. On my first assignment with the guard. We were married before I was sixteen. It didn't work out." Okay, so it's only four sentences, but for G'laer, that's a lot, so he stops again. A'rist loses some of that self-satisfaction, if only because G'laer talking that much is unique enough to get his attention. Or, it could be the topic. Either way, he listens, off to the side as he is. Lythronath simply stares. « Not. » At that blue. « Yet. » Knioth just snorts kicking dust in the direction of the bronze and green with his rear claws, Teisyth may have been spoken to like an adult before this point. Now she gets lumped in with the bronze in the group of things Knioth doesn't care about. He slips off to the periphery to flirt, keeping an eye on his rider for order but otherwise not giving much of a damn either way. Ghena continues to remain quiet because quiet is what Knioth recommends and except where bronzes may be concerned he's usually the voice of reason. She hasn't started screaming, crying or otherwise throwing a temper tantrum at least, so more points in A'rist's favor. G'laer gets a lift of the eyebrow as though he should suggest how she should react about it. The continued silence doesn't garner more volunteered information, but rather has G'laer sighing, one hand rising to scrub across his face. A normal person would look frustrated, but G'laer just looks as neutral as usual. "Look, I don't know what you want to know if you don't talk to me. I'm trying." And he is. Really. Look at him try. Teisyth has given up trying. This is twice now that she's taken Ghena's side with her rider, and this is what she gets for it? Well, she'll forget in a few days, but for now, that blue pair is out of favor so she shifts instead, moving to lean against Lythronath as if she needs his support. Maybe she does. This is exhausting. A'rist probably doesn't know exactly what he might have to do, but the thought that he might have to do something here does occur to him, and make him more attentive. His eyes had tracked to G'laer when the greenrider was speaking (again!); now they shift over to Ghena, waiting, patient. Lythronath lets Teisyth lean. And carries on staring at that blue. No words, just intensity. "Considering the fact that A'rist has gone to the trouble of mediating I'm trying very hard not to do what comes naturally at the moment." She states, which would be pushing all those emotional buttons she knows he has. Her head is filled with rant's lined at each one of them. Knoith's presence has faded from the conversation because worn out blue is worn out and not happy about getting nipped at by the porcine for his contribution (which was in fact to actually get Ghena to listen). "So you didn't tell anyone, for over fifteen years? Just hid the fact that you were married? So what if she's got the face and temperament of a reject watchwher. You compartmentalize everything, and don't need anyone. Any attempt at levity is treated with such disgust that I don't even like being around you much anymore." Though she tries not to let it through, because it would hurt her credibility there is a great deal of hurt in her voice, the rough alto threatening to crack and eyes threatening to water. Then again, knowing the siblings it could be an act to make G'laer the bad guy. "It wasn't relev-" -ant. G'laer starts to say and then clips it off because his words were spoken at the same time as Ghena's comments about the woman in question and what makes him cut it off is the statement of compartmentalization. Because if continued, well, it'd be just proving her point. The older man looks to A'rist for a moment because... he doesn't really know what to do here. But he tries. "It wasn't a secret, it just never came up. You were three when it happened. And it was over by the time you were five." To put it into perspective, and now he sounds a little exasperated. "I see them once a turn for turnover and I send them marks from my pay every month." Them. Them. G'laer probably would've been better off not reminding anyone that there are little ones from the marriage. "And maybe I just have a different version of fun. A version that doesn't include dumping water on one's siblings like a child." Reminder, he doesn't like children, it shows in his voice. A'rist isn't much help when looked to, truth be told. The best he can think to do is a vague hand gesture, encouraging G'laer forward. And whether it's seen or not, well... it seems to work, from his perspective. But now, he's not so worried about puffing up and looking important. He's listening and watching Ghena and probably trying to plan his next move, if the tiniest furrow in his brow is anything to go by. Meanwhile, Lythronath doesn't even think to wonder if the settling of his grudge can be felt by Teisyth, by mere contact of skin. Doesn't matter. Not yet. "How horrible for you that you managed to also have them then." She must mean children, from the bitter edge her tone takes. Granted in poor G'laer's defense, their mother was a full-fledged rider when she had her brood. This means that she handled her duties normally and managed to pop out eleven children, someone may as well tattoo fertile on their foreheads. "Irrelevant - yes just like your age was irrelevant, just like having two children is irrelevant, just like the fact that she shows up here as though you both are still married is irrelevant." The word doesn't mean what some may think apparently. "So if you hate childish behavior, why bother telling your kid sister at all?" And her voice cracks, and the tears start, with no end in sight from the look of her. Knioth abandons his flock of greens and seems to be trotting his way over, eyeing the two men a though he may possibly be considering eating whichever one of them made her cry. Then again he may be simply trying to decide the best way to remove his rider from the situation since clearly she was upset and being here wasn't helping. "Sorry I'm still only fifteen. Sorry I only just barely had my turnday in time to stand, and sorry I'm still a pesky child you don't want to deal with." The words sound more pitiful than viperous, Knioth arriving just in time to put his reassuring bulk against her back. Did we mention that G'laer isn't good with children? Or with girls? This means that the tears and the apologies designed to guilt him have none of the usual effects. And the first words Ghena directs at him are not the kind that encourage him to try. It's good that she's in the pool and he's still on the edge or he might back-hand her. "You know, I don't owe you anything. And I'm done. I tried. Obviously, it was a mistake. And I won't make it again." Now he twists the rest of the way away from the bluerider and stalks toward where Teisyth his reluctantly moving away from Lythronath and the intense feelings she was guiltily enjoying to pull her drippy self out of the pool to meet him. A'rist may as well not even be there. His eyes have gone wide, staring at Ghena who has suddenly become such a girl. It is a little sad that when he tries to send a bewildered, and sympathetic, and completely lost look to G'laer, the greenrider's already en route. It leaves A'rist looking back to the bluerider, bemused. Lythronath hardly seems aware of Teisyth's departure, this time. This time, the tears aren't intended for guilt or to get the reaction she wanted. Never let it be said that their family was good with communicating feelings, because they just gush out of the blue rider who seems nothing more than ashamed of herself to be crying. She just crumples between the blues claws, and the dragon croons softly at her letting her bury her face in his jawline. His claws curling protectively around her, eyes watching the departing green rider and the bewildered bronze rider, Ghena's sobs aren't pretty, as she hides her face in the blue's neck as though keenly aware of how she must look at the moment but unable to stop. A normal man, certainly a normal brother, might relent and come back and try to give comfort. But G'laer's ten kinds of special. And not just because he's abandoned his 'helper' to face the tears alone. Teisyth give a glance back over her shoulder toward Knioth and Ghena, probably feeling, despite her annoyance and fading anger, a tinge of guilt, but G'laer never looks back as the two move toward the farthest reach of the Hot Springs, waiting, it seems, for the assistant to signal the return. It probably couldn't come soon enough as far as they're concerned. Distant footsteps and the turmoil of battle « I warned you this was a bad idea, they don't know how to communicate with each other. She tries, but what she feels - isn't what he wants to hear. She's still a child. » The words are not angry, perhaps an apology to the green. (To Teisyth from Knioth) And A'rist... he hesitates only a moment, fingers twitching, before leaving Ghena to Knioth's care, a look of consternation on his face as he moves farther along the pool's edge. That look leaves, though, by the time he's got his boots off and pant legs rolled up. He leaves his feet in the water and chats with whoever comes by for the remainder of the visit. And Lythronath... Lythronath keeps on staring at Knioth, until it's time to leave. It'll be a wonder that the boy manages to keep the bronze from bodychecking the blue midair, when it comes time to fly back. |
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