Logs:Neither Friend Nor Ally
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| RL Date: 11 July, 2016 |
| Who: Edyis, Lys |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Lys tries to talk to Edyis after Akluseth wins Aidavanth's flight. (Spoiler alert: it doesn't go well.) |
| Where: Galleries, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 4, Turn 41 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Jocelyn/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Dramaz~ |
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| It's early in the afternoon still, and the Galleries are mostly empty. Edyis has claimed the comfortable seats at the front, a bottle of wine and wooden tumbler at her side. Her flight jacket slung across the back of one of the seats nearby, and she is leaned back with her eyes closed and fingers resting lightly around the tumbler. Almost as though asleep. 'Reachian-raised Lys surely isn't daunted by the spring flurry without the warm cavern, so her stroll into the hatching cavern is probably prompted by something other than the need to dry the slightly overlarge flight jacket she shakes free of melted flakes as she comes to a stop at the front of the galleries. Blue-green eyes scan the empty sands and then the seating, stopping when her gaze falls on the brownrider at the front. Her lips press a little together in a momentarily tight expression before it smooths as she gives her jacket another shake and moves to sit near Edyis, but not too near, with at least two people's worth of bench between them. It would probably be the polite thing to actually offer a greeting, but instead the greenrider leans her elbows on her knees and folds one hand into the other fist, eyes back on the sands. Edyis 's eyes remain closed, even at the sound of steps and the shake of leather. Slowly she breathes out. Eyes finally cracking open to see who has intruded upon her peaceful moment. Though she recognizes the greenrider, Edyis says nothing, lifting her cup to her lips and taking a long pull of wine. Sometimes, words aren't the easiest thing to find, even with thousands at one's disposal. It's some moments before Lys slides over a seat, perhaps physically signifying her readiness to speak. Blue-green eyes seek out brown, expression unreadable. "You'll be good to her?" It's a lowly spoken question. Whatever the greenrider has to say to this woman, it's not really something she means to share with the whole world if she can avoid it. "I don't make a habit of abusing those Akluseth catches." Edyis tones softly, her breath escaping in a deep sigh. Setting the cup down and refilling it, those eyes as dark as ink focused on the sands themselves. She drinks again, not shifting her gaze in the greenrider's direction. "Not what I meant," Lys' tone briefly betrays frustration and the sidelong look she gives Edyis says plainly enough that she doesn't think the brownrider is stupid enough to have thought that's what she meant. "She's going to have to do this her whole life. She needs this to be a good experience so she doesn't always dread the next time and the next. She needs it," that last is repeated with quiet emphasis, the woman turning her head to search the brownrider's face to see if she's being understood. Edyis inhales again deeply, silent for a moment, her patience wearing thin. "Do you honestly believe I am unaware of this fact, or that this is something I need to be told. Akluseth has caught during maiden-flights before Lycinea. And if you think I am so calloused or cruel as to make this a poor experience, then maybe you should be rethinking the reason you are really sitting here." Her tone even, as the glass is lifted once again. "My name is Lys." That's sharp. This is one dragonrider who takes the name her dragon gave her with more than a modicum of seriousness. It prompts the blonde to take a breath after, trying to rein in her own temper. "What I honestly believe," is crisply enunciated but without feeling in the words, "is that if it was someone you loved, that you would be sitting where I am just looking for a little reassurance that the person suddenly an intimate part of your loved one's life is going to be an ally not an asshole. No one accused you of being abusive or a poor partner," there's aggravation there, but the feeling doesn't seem to be directed at Edyis, the greenrider's eyes on the sands. "Well then, Lys." Her soprano cuts icily. "You should again ask yourself why you need those assurances because it sounds to me like either you plan on walking away, or you are afraid of being abandoned. In either case," The rider re-corks her bottle and finishes off the wine in her glass. "I will treat Jocelyn with all the respect and affection due her, as is custom and as my honor bloody well dictates." Ink-dark eyes focus sharply, "That's what those questions mean Lys. Either that or it is your own insecurities playing through. Whatever your relationship with Jocelyn is, is frankly none of my damn business, whatever it is lies between you two. But I won't sit here and smile like a simpering idiot so you can work out your own abandonment issues or guilt. I've neither the time nor the patience for it." The brownrider pulls to her feet, making in the direction of the stairs. Lys doesn't make reply to the brownrider since she's obviously determined to leave, but she grimaces as she watches the woman go. There is some part of conversation that must not be said aloud - either with herself or her lifemate, but what does get voice after the other woman has departed comes with a soft sigh, "Well, she'll find out." The blonde lingers some moments longer and hopefully no one else in the galleries will take much note of the way her shoulders rises and fall unevenly, or the way she seems a little unsteady as she gets to her feet to make her own way out. |
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Silva (19:45, 11 July 2016 (PDT)) said...
All the sads everywhere. :(
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