Logs:Not Necessary
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| RL Date: 15 April, 2013 |
| Who: H'kon, Z'ian |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: H'kon and Z'ian have another one of their sober beer souring conversations. Also, H'kon is magic. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 10, Month 7, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Sunny |
| Mentions: Taikrin/Mentions, Aishani/Mentions |
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| It's not afternoon, but evening. The nice weather has lingered past sunset and it's pleasantly cool outside in the bowl and appropriately warm inside the Snowasis. Most of the crowd has taken to the patio outside, while there's a healthy population remaining within. Z'ian doesn't sit at the bar today, instead he's off in one of the booths. For awhile he has some company in the form of a couple of wingriders, but after a time they get to their feet and leave. Meanwhile he gets a refill of his beer and returns to his bench, leaning back and enjoying a casual game of people watching. When H'kon arrives, it's not through the main doors. In fact, it's not really an arrival so much as a surfacing, the brownrider apparently integrated out of some extra bits of air and dust floating around the various milling groups in the Snowasis. He's just there. Right there. At Z'ian's table, fingers resting on its top, just shortly after the bronzerider has resumed his seat. "Wingleader." A curt nod of his head, and a pointed look to the bench opposite Z'ian's, empty, waiting. Well. That's disconserting. Z'ian flinches a little when he glances away and glances back and H'kon is suddenly just there. It's not a big visible thing, just a little subtle move back. "H'kon." He glances past him to see what group he must have detached from, but can't really tell. "Yeah, sure." He responds to the silent question, pulling his feet off of the bench across from him and drawing his mug of beer closer. H'kon seats himself, drinkless, seemingly companyless as well. Hands fold on the table before him, and this time that short nod must surely be some attempt at conveyance of thanks. There's a quick glance back out to the bar, either looking for staff, or checking to see if he's been followed (surely someone might want to follow him someday), and then it's full-on to the bronzerider across from him. "I was curious as to Boreal's plans for the drills that have been called for." He drags the mug across the table and brings it to his lips, pausing while he listens to the brownrider. Z'ian takes the opportunity to enjoy a long draw of the beer before he answers. When it comes, it's honest. "I don't know." And then, "What would you do?" H'kon's eyebrows take a duck for the honesty. They drop further for the question put to him. "What would I do," is repeated, lips pressing to a line while he thinks, not having any handy excuse of a beverage with which to bide his time. So instead he just holds that face and makes Z'ian wait until he's come up with, "Taikrin is trying to unite the Weyr behind her. That to me seems the most pressing issue to be considered." "Which could be positive or negative depending on what her motivations are for it." Z'ian allows, taking another more conservative sip from the beer in front of him. He watches H'kon with a steady gaze, quiet for awhile before saying, "But I don't think many, myself included, believe that D'nis' reaction was anything other than expected, other than planned for. She kicked a spot open and I don't know a person that believes she'll fill it with anyone other than one of her friends." It's the word 'motivations' that bring a grimace, like H'kon had just taken a bite of bad fruit. The man almost looks ready to spit, though of course, it's H'kon. He doesn't. Not indoors. "Which I'm certain Iceberg will not accept smoothly. What I expect of her is not leadership so much as it is control." Another glance out to the bar area, and even if their table remains undisturbed, "It's of concern, considering current... leadership." He doesn't, no, make air quotes with his fingers, but there's a certain instability to that last word. The folded hands clench a little tighter at one another. "I'm certain that Iceberg will not accept a transfer from Glacier as their Wingleader. I'd be shocked if they didn't just openly refuse to obey whatever person was given the job." Z'ian shakes his head, lifting his thumb to his mouth and biting down on the nail. He watches the air quotes and grimacing. "The promotion should come from within that wing. Or from another more neutral one. But." He lifts his shoulders helplessly, he's not in charge of this unfortunately. "She thinks that absolute control is leadership, I think." As to other matters, he presses his lips and glances across the bar. H'kon gives a low 'hm' sort of sound in his throat, that catches just enough to border on a growl. He pushes his back up against the bench. Those fingers clasp even harder. "It would not be the first time that wingriders have sat idle in protest over one who's... come into a leadership position." A final twist of his fingers against each other, and then hands release, all but flung apart. It's not long before they find a grip on the table. "There is nothing right in the feel of this." "It wouldn't be. But it might be the first time that other wings begin to follow them in suit." Z'ian says quietly, carefully. He watches the reactions of the man across the table. His gaze remains steady as he wraps his fingers around the mug again. He doesn't make any move to take another drink yet. "No, there isn't. It all has the feel of a dry meadow that's about to meet some loose embers." H'kon, at first, only nods to Z'ian's assessment of the other wings. And, at first, only nods to the meadow metaphor. Fingernails dig into the table after the brownrider has had ample time to churn the ideas through his head, which he shakes in time to that nail digging. "I wonder if it is not necessary." Again, said quite lowly. And this time, with his eyes downcast. Z'ian tips his chin down, though his eyes don't go with it. No, they sweep the floor of the Snowasis and flicker over the patrons that may be near to them. "You're not the only one that wonders. I've tried to speak with Aishani. I'll try to speak with Taikrin, but." He shakes his head. "It might be the only thing that moves this weyr towards meaningful change. Maybe the time for rational, reasoned conversations are coming to a close." H'kon's right hand unclamps, the better for rubbing at the shadow of a beard along his jawline. His eyes close, with the look of a wince. "I might advise you to tread cautiously... but for that I do not know what difference could be made in that." Hand drops, eyes open, and he regards the bronzerider opposite him carefully, and for long enough it might border on uncomfortable. "If you would like another," and he gestuers at that mug, "I can see to it before I go. If this one's been soured..." "I plan on treading as cautiously as possible." Z'ian replies, lifting his shoulders and presenting H'kon with a wry sort of smile. "But hey, you're welcome to come visit me when I'm on watchrider duty all the way at the top of the continent." The joke is exceptionally dry and he seems to expect that it won't likely be met with laughter. If he's made uncomfortable by that long, scrutinizing gaze it's difficult to ascertain. "No, don't worry. It would take a lot to sour any beer for me." "Or envy you it," H'kon offers in parting, both palms bracing on the table to assist his slide out, his standing up. "You know how I can be found," is an offer, made formally, his features finding their way into a more controlled, more usual frowning expression. The Face. And if H'kon disappears so suddenly as he'd arrived, it will only be by virtue of a wandering crowd. "I guess you could." It'd probably be a more stress-free position than the one he currently holds. Z'ian brings the mug to his lips again finally, watching calmly as H'kon gets to his feet and makes that farewell. "I do." Know how he can be found. The bronzerider leans back in the booth again, resuming his people watching. Though now he looks considerably more sober. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 16 Apr 2013 03:30:48 GMT.
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Ahahaha. H'kon's sudden appearance reminded me of when he was considered HRW's Batman. STILL SKULKIN' THE NIGHT.
So curious to see what becomes of this chat, if anything. Z'ian's in an interesting place in all of this~
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