Logs:Narrow Minded
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| RL Date: 17 May, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, C'ris |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: C'ris and Edyis catch each other around breakfast time. He has some uncomfortable truths for her. |
| Where: Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: 28D 10M 37T I10, autumn morning |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions, Yesia/Mentions |
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>---< Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr(#634RJ) >------------------------<
Partly sheltered by the curving stone overhang, partly exposed to the
weather, the wide stone patio serves as a balcony for socializing or just
plain drinking on a sizable scale. The repurposed ledge might once have
let two large dragons land, but now there's too much furniture for that:
two rustic tables with attendant chairs, plus a couple more in
particularly good weather, and a wrought iron bench situated to make the
most of the view of the western bowl and the lake beyond.
Other changes include rough little niches carved out of the stone walls to
hold glows in colored bottles at night, the climbing plant that's being
trained to grow up along the overhang, and the blue ceramic pots of
flowers that dot the edge of the ledge as a colorful reminder not to fall
off.
An archway leads to the Snowasis itself, housed in the ledge's former
weyr, while a few wide steps descend along the wall to the bowl.
A layer of patch clouds covers the sky. The air feels cool and damp, but
there is no rainfall today.
>--------------------------------------< 28D 10M 37T I10, autumn morning >---< It relatively early in the morning, but rather than face the barracks or living caverns for breakfast, Edyis is perched at one of the tables on the garden patio ledge, steaming mug of klah within reach and a plate holding a small stack of meat rolls and a berry muffin that is being absently eaten while the dark-eyed young woman goes over her notebook. Akluseth is not in sight, but the occasional grimace might suggest he is getting his own breakfast. It is the time in the morning that Frostbite's drills usually end, where C'ris would usually make his way to join the weyrlings rather than find his own breakfast. (Or find breakfast for the weyrlings and himself.) If Edyis were watching, she might see the elusive Mivength for a moment as the dragon allows his rider down into the bowl, holding still only long enough for the bluerider to strip his straps down, but then the dragon is gone again; he pushes into the air, flying off over the surrounding range to somewhere else entirely. It leaves C'ris to throw those straps over his shoulder, turning away to walk towards the caverns, but he certainly notices Edyis there. He lifts a hand in an exuberant wave towards the weyrling, calling out, "Hey there." Dark eyes lift at the call, in time to catch the departing blue and the smiling assistant. "Hey!" Edyis responds a warm smile is settling over her features as the notebook is closed. "Keeping busy I see." She offers, the smile turning just a touch wry. "Thank you, for hunting down the leathers, and breakfast. If you see her again, tell your ex I said thank you." Mivength, by then, is far enough away to only be a spot of blue in the skies, not so distinguishable from any other blue dragon. C'ris, however, is certainly distinguishable by the habitual smile that curves at his lips, drawing closer towards the ledge but not quite mounting the steps up towards it. "Yeah, uh, I will tell her, but-- I mean, she charged me a mark and a half for them," he says with a hint of awkwardness, before continuing. "They fit, though?" "She - and you paid it?" Edyis blanches a little, "C'ris that's, you didn't have to do that. I can pay you back, I'm sorry." She frowns, "So, forget I said to tell her thank you too. They fit very well; they are warm too." She offers, "Have you eaten breakfast yet?" Clearly she means to buy him breakfast if he allows in appology. "You needed them and she didn't and, well, it's not like I have a lot to spend my stipend on, so," C'ris dismisses easily with a smile, not at all bothered by the cost, apparently. "If you want, just pay me back whenever." His gaze slides towards the weyrling barracks, only briefly, before his attention returns to Edyis with a shake of his head. "Not yet. You don't mind that I join you?" But he is assuming that question is an offer, moving to finally mount the stairs to the patio and claim a seat at her table. "Why would mind?" She asks with a faint tug of her brows. "You don't make for bad company." Lifting her mug and tidying her notes and the stack of sketches tucked in them. At the top is a sketch of Yesia and Aeaeth Eskimo kissing, but the other sketches are there too, all of them seem candid moments recreated from memory. "I will pay you back before the seven is out." She states with a smile as one of the servers makes their way over. "Just a red fruit," is all C'ris orders from the server, a smile offered to him as well, before he adds genuinely, "Please." He leans over to look shamelessly, then, at the stack of sketches that Edyis tidies, glancing over them with interest. "That's a cute one," he offers, pointing out that top sketch. "Has Yesia seen it?" "No, she'd probably say I am a creepy stalker if she did. Or she'd accuse Akluseth of things he simply isn't old enough to think about." Edyis snorts though not without mirth. She makes a mental note of the selection from the server but doesn't comment on it. "She has moments, where she isn't a bully, but they seem few and far enough between as though not to exist at all. That one seemed worth capturing." Her lips twitch downward faintly, "Habits are hard to break I suppose." "I think she'd probably like it, if she saw it. To see you capturing her that way," suggests C'ris gently, only the hint of a frown playing at his own lips briefly before he offers the young woman an encouraging smile. "You should show it to her, maybe." "Mm, no she'd probably tear it up if I did." Edyis states with a sigh, picking up a pastry and starting into it pensively. "You on the other hand... " She nudges the sketch to him. "She might not rip it up instantly if it comes from someone who she doesn't hate or try to get into trouble." C'ris' smile falters for Edyis' answer, but he does reach to accept that sketch so carefully, handling it as if it were made of glass before he smooths it in front of himself. "I'll tell her you drew it," he tells the weyrling. "I couldn't draw this well if I wanted to, anyways. Wouldn't want her to think it was my talent." There is a hint of humor, there, before he is distracted by the server returning. The bluerider accepts the klah and redfruit with a smile and a grateful, "Thank you, so much." "Maybe it will make her less prickly." The scribe muses with a lift of her shoulders. "It isn't that I don't understand it, we talked about it once. In the end though, she is the only one who can decide if she wants to try to get along with other people." Frowning then as the thought strikes a note, "Of course you could pull the Assistant card and say I should perhaps follow my own advice and apply that sentiment to getting along with Quinlys." "I think, uhm, it's hard to get along if no one is the first to extend their hand," C'ris awkwards over that statement, his smile faltering as always when it comes to the tough conversations. "Too many people think they extend their hand, but they do it with a spiked glove or covering their hand. Or they do it so quickly that no one could respond, you know? You just have to-- do it genuinely and keep it out there until someone takes it." He grins a little dopily, self-deprecatingly for his words, reaching to sip at his klah at this. "So you want me to be the first to extend a hand?" She surmises delicately, "Maybe you've never had a switch brought down across your knuckles." It's more humorous than the content would imply, but there is something guarded there as "With Yesia though, maybe it would work. I still don't think I would be the right person for the job, but I can try." "Plenty of times," C'ris replies lightly. "Especially figuratively, if we're still talking figuratively. I mean, not everyone's going to like you, but--." He shrugs a shoulder upwards, but not without sending a thoughtful look over Edyis. He adds, gently, "I mean, if we're talking about Quinlys, though... It's not really her job to extend a hand, but I think she'd take one. But, her job is to make you a dragonrider; she cares just because that's the type of person she is. But that other job comes first." "Quinly's has said point blank, that she doesn't care about me, she only wants obedience.." The words a little harsher and more edged than intended, but the flash of emotion is gone almost as quickly as it came. "She cares about her job and her own pride; that's it. That's all her actions and words have shown." Brows draw together faintly as her gaze goes into the direction of the lake. "Any hand I extend in her direction is only going to be treated with contempt." The frustration is spilling out. "It's not that I mean to be difficult, I just. I am who I am." A frown pulls softly at C'ris' lips, but he only takes another slow sip of his klah first before he kind-of-mumbles to Edyis, "Well--. You are a weyrling. I mean, that's kind of what you should be giving her, because she's your superior. I think if you extend a hand in the way that you're doing her a favor... You owe her all of that, though, you know?" A pause, before he explains with the simple, "You Impressed." Edyis grimaces as though the bluerider just dumped dragon dung over her head. "I swore I would live on my own terms... After Nabol, after Esvay..." She frowns, staring into her mug. "The idea that the rest of my life is out of my control, just makes me feel sick. Makes me want to fight it all the more. How did you come to terms with that?" "I guess, you know, it didn't seem so bad. Weyrlinghood's worse because they need to prepare you to obey without question, get you ready to be the dragonrider you need to be. But once you're in your own weyr and your own wing, well... You have as much freedom as anyone else, right?" C'ris poses lightly, offering the young woman a smile that is almost apologetic. "I mean, if you go talk to kitchen workers or drudges or laundresses, they all do what they have to, right? Same with dragonriders." "I never asked a drudge, or a kitchen worker if they were happy. Don't they choose that by not having the skill or desire to be something else?" She exhales again, "My own weyr, a wing. Maybe, you are probably right." She exhales a little bitterly. "It isn't that I don't want to be here, I just don't intend to lose myself in the process of becoming a dragon rider. I can still be myself and be a rider can't I? Still hold on to my convictions, and follow orders?" She doesn't sound sure. C'ris stills at Edyis' first question, a rare hint of tension there as the bluerider glances at her for those words that erase his smile. "Maybe you should. Ask them. Not all of the world revolves around convictions and freedom and your terms, and what you think," he still manages to suggest gently. "Some of it is just hard work and perseverance and making it through the day, the month, the turn. Doing what you need to for yourself and your family. Or in your case, your dragon." "I didn't mean to imply that they aren't happy. Or that being one of those things makes someone anything less than anyone else..." She frowns picking up perhaps on that tension. "I meant, It seems like something you would choose, like if cooking for others was something a person enjoyed. You are right though, I should ask." The word family makes her jaw twinge a little. "It's just me now. Me and him. Everyone else, well they have their own lives I guess." "Didn't you, though?" questions C'ris at that, not challenging but more directing. "You said that if they're a drudge or a kitchen worker, they do not have the skill or desire to be something else. Or that you've never thought to ask them, while you struggle over your own problems, which, well..." But C'ris only shakes his head gently, before changing the subject to offer the weyrling, "You have your clutchmates, too. They're your family now, in a way." "It isn't what I meant." She reiterates, without any bite. "You agree with Quinlys then? I'm a stuck up spoiled brat?" It isn't challenging either, though Ink dark eyes focus on him intently as though awaiting his judgement. "No," C'ris disagrees easily. "But your world has been pretty limited, hasn't it? Or seems to be. You haven't ever thought to ask a drudge, any drudge, if they are happy. I think-- you have a lot to learn, but you're young." A pause, a hint of hesitation before the bluerider adds honestly, "And I think you maybe haven't ever, uh, faced much adversity in your life." Edyis exhales a breath at that, and the words seem almost like a physical blow. "Haven't faced much adversity." She echoes, her expression going distant. "No, I don't suppose I have. It isn't as though I watched the fields of my home burned, or my father die slowly from wounds resulting in those fires. Isn't as though I came to a place filled with giant monstrous beasts that terrified me to death so my family could hold on to their hold through the winter. Isn't as though I got my family hold handed over to Lady Tervane's steward, and my brother exiled. Nor spent months living in another weyr waiting on when I would be told I could come home." The words gush out, her face going blanker by the moment. "You are right. My world is small. I have a lot to learn. It is stupid to try to hold onto pride or anything else. Thank you, your insight is most helpful." The last doesn't sound sarcastic, none of it really does, almost as though someone was reciting dragon lineages, so emotionless is her tone. Yet there is no indication she is lying either. "I think I should probably wash up and go find Quinlys to apologize. Would you like an essay on the results of talking to the caverns workers? I can have it to you with the marks for the leathers. " "Then why is this hard for you? Weyrlinghood, Quinlys?" questions C'ris gently, a hint of apology flickering across his expression for his assumption, but he doesn't redact it in that moment, either. "I'm not your superior. You don't have to write me any essay and I never asked for it, Edyis. Just--." But he doesn't finish that, shrugging up a helpless shoulder as he watches her with those warm brown eyes. "Because I don't have any choice anymore, and I am tired of giving things up. Still, you are correct, and yes you are still a superior C'ris. Even if you are not officially on the payroll. Weyrling, remember? Bottom of the barrel." Edyis offers blandly, "Thank you though. This did help." Maybe just not in the way he intended. "Permission to be dismissed?" A sad smile pulls at C'ris' lips at the question, but he doesn't give her permission; he may never, if she waits on that. Instead, he replies, "I'm not your superior, though." A pause, before he offers, "I'll make sure that Yesia gets this." He smooths his hand over that sketch again, just the edges to be certain not to smudge it. Edyis exhales slowly. She even waits for that permission for a time. "I'll make sure to try and remove the spiked gloves." The faintest suggestion of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "I will make sure you get the essay, along with those marks." And since she can't wait any longer for his permission, and still catch the weyrlingmaster. She offers a curt salute before heading in the direction of the barracks. |
Comments
Faryn (02:33, 18 May 2015 (EDT)) said...
This is wonderful. I really love their dynamic a lot. <3 Yesia will have to get her mitts on that drawing.
Alida (22:50, 18 May 2015 (EDT)) said...
Ahhh, my poor, devoted pupil... *sighs* ;)
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