Logs:No Real Right Or Wrong
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| RL Date: 9 August, 2012 |
| Who: Brieli, Azaylia, Taikrin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Azaylia does some digging and shows Brieli what she's found in the records. Things aren't as easily mended as one would hope. Then suddenly, a Taikrin! |
| Where: Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 19, Month 6, Turn 29 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Iolene/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Hattie/Mentions, Meara/Mentions |
| Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr 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. The weather today is very pleasant. A few clouds chase each other across the mostly clear skies, and a soft breeze picks up in the afternoon to make for a fine day. It's a lovely summer afternoon, and space on the patio is dear due to the warm weather and clear skies, but Brieli always has a way of managing to find and defend seats easily; she's a table for her, her drink, the remains of a late lunch, and paperwork, which is being ignored in favor of what appears to sunbathing. Or dozing. Or some combination of the two. Head tipped back, eyes closed as her face turns to the light like a flower opening, she seems, for the moment, calm - despite those dark circles starting to smudge the skin beneath her lashes. Azaylia covers her mouth in a yawn, fingers splayed to hide her mouth in an attempt to stifle the squeak at the end. Her other arm is used to hold hides to her chest, stepping out to take a quick peek at the patio. Snowasis, patio, and then she'll ask for her dragon's help. That doesn't seem to be necessary, spotting her friend's familiar face highlighted by Rukbat's rays. "Brieli..?" She greets, gently, not wanting to startle the young woman who appears to be dozing. Maybe it's the other woman's shadow or the scuff of those boots, or the stifled yawn, but Brieli isn't surprised by Azaylia's appearance, though she seems to be grateful for the attempt not to startle her out of whatever state of consciousness she's in. With a smile for the other goldrider before she even opens dark eyes, "Yes?" When they do flutter open, she arches fine brows, curious. "Do you want to sit? It's lovely out here." Azaylia gives a nod, returning the smile. While she may not seem as exhausted as the other goldrider, she is a bit sluggish in her motions. "I finally asked Hraedhyth what was bothering her the other day. I was up a lot of the night finding records." And copying them down, placing them on the center of the table though she won't try to shove more information onto her. "Mmm. I love summer. I don't ever want it to be winter again." She closes her eyes, resting her cheeks in her hands, elbows propped on the table. "Had a rough night?" Innocent enough a question, given that there was no sign of a certain bronze in the skies. It sounds like business, so Brieli will pull herself out of her easy lounge, but she'll take her time about it - stretching first, arms high over head, legs and toes even long under the table - eventually getting into a proper sitting position and taking a sip of something that seems to be a fruity drink before peering over at Azaylia's stack of information, then Azaylia herself. Wryly, "I agree with that." As she pulls the newer papers over, she shrugs. "I haven't been sleeping very well. I'm sure it'll pass." Business can always wait, especially when it comes to Brieli. "Oh? Do you know why?" Azaylia asks, head tilting in her hands, brows lightly pinched as she tries not to overly worry. "You aren't coming down with a summer cold, are you?" Leaning forward, she goes as far as to try and touch the back of her hand to the other weyrling's forehead. Not that it'd even be a fair measurement with flesh warmed from the sun. So much for trying not to smother with concern. Shaking her head, "No - it's nothing, just some bad dreams. Insomnia. It'll pass, it always does." Brieli tries to push the concern aside gently and concentrate on the matter at hand, but she's stopped by Azaylia's; patiently waiting for her to feel her forehead, "I've been lying in the sun." Just to put voice to that argument. "It's sweet of you, really. Maybe I just need some tea before bed, or I've gotten too used to company." Amused at that thought briefly, she goes back to the papers yet again, now asking, "What did you find?" Azaylia isn't so easy to shake off, even if she's usually so concerned with being a bother. "If you're sure..." She doesn't sound it. "I was just about to suggest that." Said after Brieli's brought up the idea of tea before bed. "I'm sure there's a brew to calm the nerves and help people sleep." It's slow going, but soon her attention will drift back to the copies she's made. "Oh." They're pushed closer to Brieli, "It seems there was an incident with Fort a couple of turns ago. Elaruth told Hraedhyth that we were thieves." Lips thin for only a moment, "I wouldn't go that far, it's not like they weren't given time to- oh, just read for yourself." Exasperation may be from her late night, but she'll give Brieli a chance to form her own opinion. It's all there, Fort's removal of their riders, the Hold left without services, and High Reaches' opportunistic deal made with Lord Jivrain. Just the facts, though the records do seem slightly skewed in the favor of their weyr. Even so, Brieli seems firm and determined to not go into this particular situation overmuch; it's fine, she's fine, everything is perfectly a-ok. Briskly, "I'll go speak to the Healers later today." And she will too, if Azaylia checks up on her, because she knows the other weyrling has Crafter spies! As for weightier matters, she's been paging through the information in the bubbly handwriting so like the writer's own personality... and she doesn't look surprised. At all. "I... I'd read a little of this. Not all of it, not as much as you had here. I asked Iolene about it, but she didn't seem to really know." Reading silently for a time before she looks up again, she asks simply, "What do you think?" "Good. Try and see if Madilla's available. She's always brewing tea." And she's a Healer. Perhaps not a spy, but certainly someone who wouldn't mind Azaylia's asking about her friend. Hands folded on the table, she'll wait patiently for Brieli to flip through her neat, though youthful handwriting. "I remember coming across it a while ago, but it hadn't stuck out." A hand reaches out to tug one of the hides closer to herself, reading upside down. "It sounds like a bad situation all around. But the thing that upset Hraedhyth was that, apparently, Fort lied to get Boll back." She finds what she's looking for, digit tapping. "Here. It's written that we give up the Hold, but there's no real reason why. I don't know what they lied about, exactly..." She eases back in her seat, "I thought, maybe, there was some way to fix whatever's going on between the weyrs." A glance to the side, there may have been other motivations. "Mm." Which is to say, maybe Brieli will see Azaylia's friend and maybe she won't, but don't all the Healers talk anyway? "I was curious as well," she notes idly, though she likely had her own reasons for looking into it, ones just beyond how Elaruth looks at High Reaches and the world in general. As the reasoning is explained, Hraedhyth's concerns... and perhaps that sidelong glance - seems to enlighten her, and she flashes an appreciative smile across the table. But, of course, that doesn't last long; she sobers and quiets for, "They lied about supporting K'del's bid to oust Tiriana. The deal was the Hold for the support. I can see why they might not feel they should have to deal for a Hold that is technically theirs, but it seems... unnecessary to do that before the Council." Azaylia looks shocked, rapidly blinking widened eyes. "That's what they lied about?" She leans forward, resting fingers against her temple as she scans her own script for words that she could have somehow miss. Of course that detail isn't in the records, but it could also be an excuse for her to gather her thoughts. "That..." With a sigh, she sounds defeated. "I don't even know what to think. There's no real right or wrong." After a moment, her words come out with just a hint of Hraedhyth's heat, "There was still no reason to lie, really. Giving their support wouldn't have hurt them." With a touch more calm, "...would it?" Only a little wry, mostly weary, "That's what they lied about." Brieli just shakes her head, looking over at Azaylia with a 'what-can-you-do' shrug. With a purse of her lips as her friend scans the notes, she lets her, saying nothing. Instead, she'll have some of her drink, and offer the rest to the other goldrider, just in case. "It's all... It seems like one of those death by a thousand cuts situations. Where one issue after another piles up and then... this." She gestures to the notes. Given the heat and the calm both, she considers for a time, brown eyes serious, distant. "More to the point, telling the truth about the vote and negotiating something else wouldn't have hurt either in the end. The vote passed. As for giving support... if he'd lost? Possibly. It's never good to be on the wrong side of history." Crossing her arms atop the table, Azaylia lets her head fall into them with a muffled sort of grumble. "It was silly of me to think that it'd be this easy." She turns her head to peek up at the other weyrling, perhaps a little embarrassed. As if one night of research was going to make things better. She accepts the drink, lifting her head enough to sip and finish the rest. "If this were during a Fall... what if it lasts until then? We can't have weyrs fighting over the littlest things." Relatively small, given the big picture. "And maybe if things were abetter, people could stay out of your business." Defensive, she reveals the rest of her hand. "Oh, Azaylia. It's not silly to try to help - at the very least, Hraedhyth will know what she's getting all upset over, yes?" Because Brieli is unsure if this news means that the gold will decide that Fort is less or more the enemy; it's so hard to tell sometimes. With a little smile, shuffling the papers and passing them back, "Oh, I doubt it'll last the whole of the Interval. I wouldn't worry about hat, but you're right, it's hardly ideal." For Azaylia's last, her smile widens, and she even reaches out to rest a hand on the other goldrider's head briefly, a benediction. "You're so lovely. Thank you. But maybe you were right the other night. Maybe it's just him. Or me. Or us. Tiriana's weyrmate was Fort's Weyrleader when she was a junior, did you know that?" Azaylia takes the silver lining that's offered and wraps herself in it, not so used to things seeming so hopeless. "You're right. She has calmed down since then." Thank goodness for dragons and their short term memories. "At least I can say that she'll definitely behave herself when we're able to go to Fort." Straightening up, she accepts the copies and shuffles them a bit more, just so her hands have something to do. A giggle, closing an eye at Brieli's touch but not at all bothered by it. Quite the opposite in fact, "I never realized how much it really bothered you until that night..." Even she can fail at empathy, sometimes. Word of Tiriana's weyrmate has her eyes wide, "No. Wow, that's... kind of inspiring, in a way." With a sigh, perhaps too relieved to be serious, "That's something." Brieli puts her hand to her chest, dramatically - then grins. She's sitting at one of the tables with Azaylia on a crowded patio, with the remains of a drink and a lunch, and enough paperwork for two goldriders. Imagine that! Her relief might be a little more real after, asking, "Definitely behave? There was... a question before?" Any concern from her friend, she'll wave off, crossing long legs and leaning back as she points out, "I make a habit of seeming like things don't bother me, yes? And it's less inspiring than utterly hypocritical, is what it is." Trust her to be cynical about it. These days, it's unusual to find Taikrin outside of her pack of favored Glacier wingmates -- and more unusual to find her sober on a free afternoon.... and yet she does appear to be quite sober today, if dramatic. Instead of walking and taking the stairs like a normal person, Szadath abruptly drops out of the air to thud heavily onto the ground beside the ledge, edges over, then rears up to let Taikrin step right off his back, under the guard, and onto solid stone. A cocky bugle and a rush of wind later, the brown is spiraling up towards the spires and the brownrider is smugly grinning over the occupied tables. Azaylia bites her lip, "When Cadejoth mentioned that Fort had lied..." Does she really need to go into the overly turbulent thoughts of her lifemate when she's furious? "I'm just... very glad she can't Between yet. I don't know anything she hates more than dishonesty." She places the paperwork down on the table, hooking a finger at the edge of a glass, now empty. "What was that? It was tasty." Before she can sigh at the dark little cloud that is her friend, Taikrin makes her enterance. Pardon Azaylia's staring, soon turning to Brieli with her voice joining in the rest of the startled murmurs. "That's actually kind of neat." Says the young woman who's made a similar entrance- though not when it was so crowded. Far be it for Brieli to be the only one to deprive Szadath or Taikrin of the attention due for their entrance; she too glances over, distracted from Azaylia's conversation briefly by all the bugling. Reaching out to hold any loose papers down in the updraft, she turns back to tell the other goldrider, "She really needs to learn to calm down. If you want to break her brain, tell her Cadejoth was dishonest for not explaining everything to her in the first place." It's offered lightly, but... it's not unusual, is it. "Tequila sunrise," she replies, glancing back over at the brownrider when it's safe to let go of anything that might fly away. Shrugging, "You've done as much." See? She remembers! The thoughts that pass through Taikrin's head as she surveys the crowd are comically written all over her face: too young, too crowded, too old, ugh too Snowdrift, too-- and then she's looking at Brieli and Azaylia. Without hesitation, she strides right over and drops herself into an unoccupied chair with a charming smile. "So, ladies." A hint of the Crom mountains is clearly audible in her accent. "Did I hear we're drinking tequila today? That's a plan I can get behind." It's basically the same as an introduction, right? "Cadejoth seems to tolerate her." More than that, but that's not the point. "Not a lot of dragons want to." Or can, so she'll try to preserve the peace between gold and sire as long as possible. For the drink there's a light laugh, "Does becoming a dragonrider mean you forget water exists?" Not a tease purely for Brieli, she knows she's more than guilty of it lately. "Oh!" A squeak for Taikrin's bold movements, caught off guard as the woman drops down into the empty seat. A glance at the other gold weyrling, and she answers with an honest, "I was just about to order a... Tequila Sunrise? So, yes." To Azaylia, understanding, "Ah." Brieli should have a Crom accent, if the talk is true, but she doesn't really - she's something of a non-accent, cultured and smooth. "And that's what we were drinking. I suppose we could be again." She's not bothered by Taikrin joining them, offering a slight smile and her hand over across the table as she offers, "Brieli. And that's Azaylia, unless you've met? She knows everyone, so..." Glancing back at the other weyrling, she'll point out, "We drink water all day." So clearly that means evenings are for booze? "Taikrin. Szadath's," the brownrider offers, eyebrows raising oh-so-slightly on her dragon's name as if to emphasize some significance. "Tequila ain't really my thing, but I reckon for you girls I can make an exception." She straightens in her seat, and her hand makes it half-way to raised to flag down a waiter before she hesitates. Her smile is still charming, but her voice contains a hint of apology as she asks, "Meara ain't gonna skin me for buying you girls drinks, is she?" Azaylia may have an accent worth noticing, homegrown and friendly as she is, though it's hard to tell with how softly she speaks. Especially with an unfamiliar rider in their midst. "I don't know everyone." She'll toss weakly at her friend, though playful about it. "You do look a little familiar. And I've heard Szadath's name before." Or rather, Hraedhyth has. To Brieli, "You have a point." A soft giggle as the weyrling struggles between shrinking in her seat and trying to be calm and sociable, "I don't see why Meara would... We've been allowed to drink for a while now." Sitting back as the brownrider waves down a waiter, Brieli nods over to Azaylia, agreeing, "We have, as long as it doesn't 'interfere with our duties', as with all things." She gives a little eyeroll at that, looking back Taikrin's way and flashing a wide smile to ask, "Are you going to buy us drinks? Even when it's not your thing? Tell me what is, and we'll owe you a round next time." At least one of the pair is at ease, straightening away her papers into a folder and giving the waiter her dishes while he's there, thanks so much. "I've read the name, but haven't seen him to connect the two yet. Iesaryth will be pleased; she can't remember otherwise." "Hey, ain't like I'm keeping track of you lot and what you're allowed to be doing, right? You say you're good, s'good enough for me. I don't mess around with Meara." When she does flag down the waiter, who's long-suffering sigh implies more than a passing familiarity with the brownrider, it's to order, "Coupl'a, what, tequila sunrise? And give me one straight. No--" A moment's speculative look over the pair of weyrlings, and she corrects, "-- actually, reckon I'll have one too. Why not?" That business concluded, Taikrin dismisses the waiter to answer Brieli, "Whiskey's more my speed. They stock some good stuff here-- not as good as this place up on the crossroads towards Crom, but not bad. You girls tried it? The good stuff, mind, the stuff you got to ask for." Azaylia blinks, "Who does?" Want to mess with Meara that is. No doubt the Weyrlingmaster could still whip the butts of her past pupils into shape. While Taikrin orders, the gold weyrling will be inspecting the older woman with open curiosity. "Oh, we should." She's in agreement with Brieli, it's only the right thing to do given the brownrider's generosity. "At least she remembers," She murmurs, still smiling. "It's like Hraedhyth forgets that dragons even have riders." Which is of course, ridiculous. "Oh, I've had some whiskey... Though I don't drink often." LIAR. "Well, I never used to..." A guilty sounding giggle, she'll manage to straighten up in her seat, though her hands are still folded in her lap. "Who does, indeed," agrees Brieli, though there's a thoughtful thread in her tone, dark gaze shifting off towards the weyrling barracks for a moment or two before she comes back to then, with a bright flash of a grin for Taikrin, "Take it easy to start? Or not wanting to encourage bad behavior? I'm afraid we're a lot cause... didn't you hear about Azaylia's party?" She's denying all involvement now, apparently. Arching fine brows, "'Some place' stocks better whiskey than the Weyr? Interesting, that..." With a laugh for Azaylia, "It's not as if it's a bad thing. Well. Maybe but for the party. You weren't late though. Somehow." Her last is admiring - who knows how. "You'd have to be crazy," Taikrin piles on, all toothy grins. "Meara's the real power in this joint." She leans back in her chair, hands behind her head in a show of total, confident nonchalance. "You don't drink, but you throw parties?" Another eyebrow raise, another unspoken implication. "Don't keep track of that, either. No weyrling parties for us 'til the babies have flown. Ain't anyone ever told you about that rule?" Clearly enjoying herself, she adds, "What kind of a party are we talking, anyways?" Azaylia will be hiding behind her hands, thank you. "Brieli." Not that she regrets her big weyrwarming blow out, or anything... She peeks between her fingers at both, "It was supposed to be small." Supposed to be. "I'm surprised the whole weyr doesn't know of it by now." Considering the savage young queen had managed to riled some of the older dragons, rough housing and shoulder checking the lot of them. "It was a party for Brieli, too." She tries to share the blame with a bashful smile, looking over at her friend. "I think we should have a Graduation in your weyr next time." Oh yes, she knows the other weyrling will just love that idea. Wryly, "She drinks. And like she said, it was supposed to be small, but it didn't end up that way. It would be hard for graduation to live up to it, to be honest." So a raging loud gigantic party, that's what kind of party they're talking about. Brieli grins over at Azaylia before telling Taikrin, "I suppose it was meant to be that, but I never said 'have a party for us', I said 'have a party for you', you see. But it was fun, I'm told. I enjoyed the later part of the evening." Closer to leaving, perhaps. With a smirk, she shakes her head. "Not likely. There will be no parties in my weyr." Taikrin eyes first Brieli and then Azaylia, her expression speculative. Then, with a rueful laugh, she admits, "Sounds like you lot are getting away with a lot more than we ever did, or even any of Szad's get. Don't recall a whole lot of weyrling parties. We were too busy working; I'm impressed." A heartbeat of hesitation, and then she adds, "Say, which one of you ended up with Iskiveth's weyr, anyways? Teris's? The one with the pole and the ribbons and the cute little bath in the back?" She's asking it ever-so-casually; it's just a point of trivia, really, nothing important, though she seems to be waiting so intently on the answer that she doesn't notice the waiter arriving with their drinks. Azaylia doesn't tease as good as she gets, but she'll aim a nose wrinkle at Brieli. "What if it's a surprise party?" Thus eliminating the chance of that working anytime soon. Taikrin has her blinking, "Are we?" Should she feel bad about that? There's no time to answer, the weyrling looking mighty guilty about their having an easier time. "T-That explains how I know his name. He's a brown that's sired a clutch here, right?" Besides Vysravth. The waiter is given a bright smile and her thanks as she pulls one of the drinks closer. "I don't..?" Her eyes flick to Brieli, uncertain. She answers with what she does know, "I got the one that Tiriana set on fire." Perhaps Hraedhyth's pride at that fact has leaked into her voice, she sounds oddly happy. Brieli has to wrinkle her nose, glancing away as she notes, not too bitterly, "We don't get away with that much, trust me." But that's her issue and cross to bear, in sharp contrast to her compatriot's guilt. She tells Taikrin with a smile, "It's only been the one party, really." But that doesn't sound terribly reassuring, does it? "Ah! Yes. Right." Azaylia's recollection triggers her own, and she points over at her friend, nodding as it all falls into place. The question about the weyrs, however, has her drawing brows together, thoughtful. "I'm not sure... My bath is closer to the front, with beads hanging in one of the doors. Maybe Iolene or K'del..." Oh, good. Drinks are here-- Taikrin makes a big show of taking hers from the waiter to cover the spasm that mentioning Iolene and K'del brings. "Szad's egg, I think this is the girliest drink I've had in turns. You guys been having 'em all day?" Only once she's taken a moment to appreciate all the bright colors of alcohol does she return to the topic at hand with recovered aplomb-- and even smugness. "Yeah, that's Szad. Him and Iskiveth, couple of turns back, before she got shipped off." Azaylia is already sipping at hers when she snortgiggles into the drink at Taikrin's words. Reaching up, she wipes a bit of it off her nose and upper lip, "This is my first one..." Said meekly, trying not to openly laugh at the brownrider. They are girls! "Well a very late congratulations." It's genuine, just having a drink in her hand helping to loosen the goldrider up. "I'm so excited, Ysavaeth should be clutching soon. Baby dragons- and this time I won't be afraid of them." It's a miracle. Another sip, "She got transferred... different from Tiriana, right?" Or is High Reaches really in the habit of kicking their goldriders out? Amused, "It's just juice. And something else that does that... sunrise bit." Brieli gestures with a finger from top to bottom of the glass, glancing Taikrin's way curiously. "And only three-quarters today, for me. As I passed on the last of it to Azaylia to fortify her for the evening to come." Magnanimous, that - so technically, Aza's at one and a quarter. 'Shipped off' makes her uncomfortable, for some reason; she eyes her drink for a time before, "Congratulations - as she said." She isn't quick to take a sip - on the contrary, as the other goldrider continues the line of questioning, Bri places her glass in the middle of the table very carefully before collecting her folder. "Actually, I think I've had a bit too much sun. If you'll excuse me?" She's fast to rise to her feet, offer a flash of a smile - that's totally all it is! (Scene continued here.) |
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