Logs:No (More) Renovations
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| RL Date: 22 January, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis has big plans; K'del's not interested. She also has big decisions. |
| Where: Riders' Lounge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 19, Month 11, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Ali/Mentions, Cron/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions, Tevrane/Mentions |
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| Thankfully it is early enough in the afternoon that the Rider's lounge seems empty of it's usual occupants. Once inside the Weyr proper the reason is clear, Most of the tables have been pushed to one side of the room, some stacked one atop the other, and the chairs have suffered the same fate. Near the modest hearth, a certain former scribe is scribbling away furiously with a piece of chalk, making outlines and adjustments to the stone walls and floor. Nearby there's even a table housing a bucket and what look suspiciously like paint brushes, atop a pile of papers that depict various sections of the room, or alterations. Edyis herself seems to be in a proper frenzy, a smudge of char on her face and paint-spattered in her hair. Muttering about dimensions and notes. "What the--" K'del steps in to the lounge and stops, short, his gaze shifting from the stacked tables, to the chairs, to the chalk, and then, finally, to Edyis herself. "Do I... want to know what you're up to, Edyis? Shells!" Caught! Or at least surprised. Dark eyes lift from her work to focus on the bronze rider with an almost impish guilty smile. "Don't worry, I will have the place back in order by the time the usual patrons arrive... or well mostly in order. I was hoping I'd catch you once I finished." Her tone apologetic as she rises from her work, tucking the chalk into her apron pocket and wiping her hands on the apron. "Don't suppose I could bribe you with some really good whiskey to forget everything you just saw until I can prepare a proper proposal can you?" She asks making her way over to the bar and pulling a bottle from her bag that likely looks out of place amongst the usual fair of the place, already pulling down two glasses. "Probably not," is both honest and prompt, though the corners of K'del's mouth twist up a bit anyway. He crosses the room towards where Edyis had been working, leaning forward to try and get a good look at what she's been working on. "Looks like you have big plans," is his next comment; he's unable to keep the dubiousness out of his tone, though the glance he aims back at her is, at least, curious. She sighs, attempting to sound artfully forlorn, as she pours into the glasses. "Well, it isn't anything that will change the spirit of the place, but I was hoping I could sweet talk you into talking F'manis into expanding the hearth. Maybe also letting me do a mural on one or two of the walls." She lifts the glass poured for herself, her attention going back to the wall with the hearth. "I think a larger hearth would help with the cold in the winter, and also allow for simple foods to be cooked to go with the drinks. Might help since I've noticed, there's a few who tend to drink too much on an empty stomach." K'del listens to the suggestions, silent and unexpressive, though his brows have begun to knit by the end of Edyis' explanation. Stepping away from her plans, he moves to lean over the bar, reaching for once of the glasses once it has been filled. "Can't see a problem with murals," he says, "but the hearth is a no go. No food; no expanding stuff. The whole point of this place is that it's not the Snowasis. It's mostly just here for wings to hold private card games and events; that kind of thing. You know that. The more stuff you add... the more complicated it is. The more staff you need. Edyis tilts her head at the observation, considering the point. "Even if there is no food, the wind cuts in here pretty badly when it gets colder. I also wasn't thinking of anything like what you'd find in the Snowasis either. More like... Have you ever been to one of the celebrations at the smaller cot holds? There's this dish that get's sometimes served, Chunks of meat and vegetables skewered on a stick. You essentially cook your own, and it's pretty hard to screw up because it's just meat and veggies. The skewer also eliminates the need for utensils, since you just eat it off the stick." Still she considers his point more fully and adds, "But, if that's the case, you might want to upgrade the curtain at the door then, a heavier material would keep the heat in better. It doesn't matter as much on regular nights when the place is packed, but when you've got a private party in, not as much body heat to add." K'del, fingers wrapped around the glass he's claimed, considers for a moment more, and then shrugs. "We can get a better curtain, sure. But no, we're not doing food; not even the most basic of food. Sorry, Edyis. Don't mean to tear your ideas down or anything, but... rather keep this place as simple as possible. It was easier when we didn't have staff at all, back when people just served themselves. Except," he allows, with a sigh, "for all the people who didn't pay for their drinks. It's good that you're invested, just... don't expect big changes." She shrugs, "You aren't tearing down anything. It's your place, well F'manis's. No food." She concedes without rancor. "The main problem is the cold; I can always tell folks that if they can't hold their liquor they can help me clean up the after effects of it." That grin is almost evil; surely she's joking, right? "I don't know so much about invested, but it gives me something to focus on these days, which is what I really need at the moment. Hey... are you calling me a complication?" She teases at mention of the old days. K'del, turning his gaze from Edyis so that he can sweep the room, scanning it with idle interest, half-smiles. It's hard to tell exactly what it was that made him smile, but perhaps it doesn't matter. "Something to focus on is always good," he agrees. "Always helps. Something to get stuck into." It's only after he's paused to sip that he adds, "Everyone's a complication. That's just how it works. World'd be much simpler if there was no one in it. Though," he allows, "more boring, too." "I take it you are never bored then." She grins though something about it seems softer. "Well, If I am to be a complication I swear to at least attempt to be the fun kind. I think Reaches has had quite enough of the other variety to last several lifetimes." She tilts her head then studying him from the corner of her eye. "You ok? You haven't forgotten our deal I trust." The one to try to have fun presumably. "Bored," repeats K'del, almost as if he can't even remember what the word means. "Between the Weyr, the kids, Ali, trying to spend time with friends, and... well, Cadejoth, obviously... bored, no way." Of complications, he says nothing further, instead taking another careful sip from his glass before, "Mmm. I'm fine. Feeling a bit stretched thin, even without any major disasters to think about, at present. But no, I'm doing my best to have some fun every so often, promise. How about you?" "Well, that's what happens when you find it your mission to populate Pern. I always assumed it came with the territory." She teases lightly though her brow furrows. "Do you ever... just want to let it all go. The extra responsibility, the people who just expect you to pull off the impossible? Put it down and walk away, live the way you want to without catering to anyone else's expectations?" She muses before adding. "I'm... putting off the inevitable I think." K'del hesitates. "Yes," he begins. But: "No, too. I don't know. There's always temptation, but the thing is that... I like my work. Even the challenging bits. And I tried walking away; it didn't work." Not long-term, anyway. Flicking his gaze back towards Edyis, he wonders, "What's the inevitable?" "It didn't?" She asks, expression becoming unreadable for a moment. She lifts the bottle again to refill her glass. "After my stepmother died, I sort of collected everything I needed to prove that my brother should not be allowed to continue his management of Esvay. I had intended it to be anonymous, and from there just wash my hands of the whole thing... But well R'hin suggested I take the matter to Lady Tevrane directly because removing Cron would impact the other people adversely. If she decides to place someone in charge who doesn't know the valley, or who only has the interests of Nabol at heart... I was pissed at him, for gambling, for rushing her funeral, because of the raids, for being an ass. But I don't think I would be happy taking over the hold either or with the result of someone even worse than my brother taking over." She frowns, "So I've been avoiding it, and doing nothing instead." K'del's gaze is far, far away when he murmurs, "Responsible people can never walk away. Things always follow them. It's just the way of it." It's less melancholy than simply thoughtful, and if there's more too that thought, he doesn't actually voice it out loud. When he turns back, it's to nod. "Big decision," he says. "Wouldn't like to be in your shoes. Is there anyone you would like to see in charge?" The comment cues a drink and she shrugs. "My brother Nalden, maybe, that is if Lady Nabol doesn't decide to strip the hold from our family completely. I don't know who she would suggest in the instance, but honestly as long as the hold continues to flourish, I wouldn't care if it was taken from our family. I haven't been close to Nabol or her politics in a while though." She points out brow furrowing. "Then," says K'del, after a few more seconds' pause, "Seems like it comes down to one question: do you trust Lady Tevrane to do what is best for Esvay?" A sigh of frustration escapes. "She's an unknown quantity; I still don't know who it was that lobbied in her favor during that conclave meeting. She's done well with tithe management from what the records show, but I still don't see the bigger picture of her. Who she is, or what she stands for. It's hard to trust someone you don't know." K'del sets down his glass, now empty, and nods. "Mm," he agrees. "That's tough. Guess that's where your quandary really is. Not sure anyone can really help you with that, either; it's up to you to decide. Just," he slides away from the bar he's been leaning on. "Don't leave it forever. If you really think your brother is doing a bad job, it's in everyone's best interests he doesn't keep it forever. Okay?" The frustration in her expression melts into something similar to a pout. "You are right of course... damn bronzeriders... promoting responsibility. Who'd have thought." It's possible she has a skewed view at this point. "I suppose I'm going to have to do some observation of Cadejoth and Isplonath for the murals." Changing the subject? Possibly. "No hearth expansion then, not even a teeny one?" K'del's expression is amused, even - for a moment - faintly smug. But; "Cadejoth and Isplonath? Ha. Maybe. Just be careful with the paint, mm? Paint's expensive." That would be a 'no' on the hearth, then. "Ought to get back to work. See you around, Edyis, okay? And good luck." Beat. "And thanks for the drink." |
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