Logs:Not the Best Source
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| RL Date: 1 August, 2015 |
| Who: Lilah, Ka'ge, Eliyaveith, Zymadiath |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Another weyrling is interviewed regarding the stores thefts. Unfortunately for the weyrwoman, he's no source of information. |
| Where: Lilah's Sanitized Watercolor Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 5, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
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>---< Lilah's Sanitized Watercolor Weyr, Fort Weyr >-------------------------<
The whole of this weyr seems strangely sanitized and impersonal, with
walls painted white and cleaned often if the subtle shine is any
indication. The first room is vaguely triangular in shape, with the
generous dragon's wallow carved into a deep curve towards the right. The
rest of it appears to have been left as a reception room, a white-washed,
stone table centered between the wallow and the far-left wall with its
surface kept clear of any knickknacks and four varnished, wooden chairs of
simple taste each claiming a side. On the left wall runs a long, brass
shelf, upon which sits a small collection of bound books and a large
fantastical watercolor depicting a scene that could never exist anywhere
in Pern. Hooks under the shelf hold flight gear and even a flamethrower,
still leaving space for more.
A wide, doorless entryway at the northmost point of the triangle leads
through to the rider's private quarters - an oval-shaped room a third of
the size of the last. Within, the hearth is small, but finely-decorated
with ceramic, white tiles, with a woven brass safety screen protecting the
room from embers. The double bed lies in the left-hand portion of the
room, made up with crisp, white linens and a down comforter covered with
soft, white fabric embroidered with raised white vines. A white, wool
blanket lies folded neatly at the bottom of the bed. In the middle of the
far wall, another unprotected archway heralds the existence of another
room: a small bathing room, complete with pool, basin and shelves, which
hold a container of soapsand and a stack of towels.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Ka'ge M 16 6' toned, black hair, blue-green eyes 0s
Lilah F 28 5'5 curves, red hair, brown eyes 23s It is just before supper that Ka'ge is given his summons to the acting Weyrwoman's weyr, told nothing beyond that. Yet, when he arrives, at least Lilah seems to have accounted for pulling him away before he could join the others to eat: food has been brought here, steaming buns wrapped in cloth with a dish of cold butter, a whole side of meat, roasted vegetables. Anything that anyone could want, including a decanter of red wine and a glass at the empty seat. The goldrider only has her glass of wine, her plate left untouched for the moment as she waits on the weyrling. Once he arrives, she invites simply, "Have a seat, Ka'ge." Ka'ge is, at least, prompt at appearing when summoned. A quality not often yet tested, but it's within minutes that the acting weyrwoman requested him that he's at her door. A single knock, a rap of knuckle on her door gives the indication of his arrival before he's met soon enough by her invitation. "Weyrwoman." The weyrling bronzerider's greeting has that mixture of formality and amusement that's apparently not yet changed. A gloved hand draws his hood down and back against his neck before it slips into a salute, lazy but given, on its way back down. Those mischievous eyes of his fall away from her to look at the spread that's laid out before him with an unreadable gaze. He doesn't argue as far as taking a seat goes, sliding out the proffered chair so well indicated with the wine and its glass and slipping into it. But he makes his assumptions for what this is, and certainly doesn't go about indulging himself before looking across to Lilah, forearms laid on the table before him, "How is it I may help you?" "Would you like a glass?" Lilah questions first, apparently in no hurry to get to the meat of why she called him here. Regardless of his answer, the Weyrwoman leans forward to pick up the bottle and pour a generous splash of the liquid into his waiting glass. It is as she settles back to pick back up her own that she says, "I want you to tell me what you know about the thefts." Ka'ge doesn't answer her first question, watching her studiously, intensely, though it's all made a touch off by the edge of his crooked but small grin. He still doesn't reach for the wine, even if the thought of it is more than a little enticing, until she finally gives him her reason for calling. "And I thought this was just going to be a dinner together." He notes with subtle mock-exasperation, shifting to recline back in his seat after taking up the wine glass to stare at the liquid, "Though it really should have been me who got this spread for you. You've enough work on your plate, you could surely use a night out. Maybe," He pauses, considering as it takes a first sip from the glass and sighs at the swallow, "If this goes well, we could think about a second date..." Largely unhelpful, his rambling must have purpose, even if for the most part it sounds oddly sincere through his smug tones. Lilah seems to wait patiently as he rambles, dark gaze weighted in a study on the much younger man as she takes a slow sip of her own wine. Ka'ge's almost-always-suspicious gaze watches her in her silence for a few long, drawn-out moments, "No? But it only just began." As if her waiting is a decline of his offer. The hand that remains on the table taps a finger once, twice. "Why all the luxury if you just wanted information? Have you not had much luck without bribes?" "It isn't enough that you were my Candidate? My pick?" offers Lilah with a hint of a smile as she tips her glass slightly in a gesture towards the weyrling. But that smile lingers in a sharper hint as she adds, "Or the other weyrlings will hear that you dined with the Weyrwoman and assumed you already told everything. So you may as well." An attempt to coerce, trick, compel him is apparently delightful as the spark of mischievousness in Ka'ge's eyes is all the more prominent, the edge of his grin drawn into the fullness of his arrogant smirk. To her first question, he tips his own glass towards her as if in a distanced toast. To whether that's a yes or a no.. she won't get that much. "The other weyrlings hear a lot about me." He responds with a lopsided, single-shouldered shrug. "And their rumors have yet to be based on truth." A thoughtful pause, "And what truths they do manage to get right, well, they're amusingly embellished. Besides," He continues, the breath of a chuckle beneath it, "I'm not so sure anyone would be surprised I sought dinner with you." Not that he requested it, but that wouldn't matter in rumors.
"You've pulled me aside for enough talkings-to on various things that you know I don't care much of how people talk about or treat me." Ka'ge leans back in his chair, elbow set on the armrest to keep the wine glass risen. "And that's assuming they think I know who they are." A raise of his eyebrows, a tilt of his head in consideration, a small exhale to the thought, "How are you so sure I know these people?" Is a very neutral statement, the amusement not gone from him as he adds, "Is it because I'm always in trouble anyway?" "Yes," is Lilah's bland answer to his last question, a smile touching her lips. "Or because you are clutchmates. You are together all the time. You do know them." It isn't a question, not as she watches him, but it is an invitation. "I know of a lot of people, and a lot about those people." Ka'ge considers her, watching her as studiously as she does him but with that same old air of laziness about him. "That doesn't mean I spend my free time socializing with them and sharing our deepest darkest secrets and fears in friendly little hug circles." The smile wanes slightly with that, his expression more dismissive, "I respect you, Lilah." He foregoes her title intentionally as he sets his glass down. "But I don't have what you want." Lilah considers the weyrling as he answers the unspoken question, the smile disappearing as she sets her own glass down in mirror of his. When she leans forward, she presses though, "Then tell me what you do know, Ka'ge." "Like I said," Ka'ge's tone changes a little bit, lowering as the weyrwoman leans forward, "I know a lot of things." Blue-green eyes flick to her glass as she sets hers down as well, "If you mean in regards to the stores inventory, and who in my class is responsible, I have nothing to offer beyond what you already know." That being, that it's someone in their class. "I saw the locks recently. Whoever did it is terrible at picking them." As if that's the worst of the transgressions. "Mmm," is all Lilah answers to that, leaning back again. She only lifts a brow slightly to Ka'ge's opinions on lock picking (though buried in dark eyes might be the flicker of agreement? but then, what could the weyrwoman know about picking locks?) with a hint of amusement. When she does speak, it's to tell him, "I know many things, too, Ka'ge. I know names, for example." Ka'ge is observant, but his expression doesn't change when he does note that possible flicker. He'd pocket that for later. He draws his arms to himself, folded over his chest loosely, perhaps too relaxed. "If you know names, what do you need me for?" Ka'ge unfolds his arms, placing both palms on the armrests, feet planted as if to push the chair back in intention to rise, "Then I should take my leave, ma'am?" Said slower, unhurridly, to her quick reply. Lilah does not offer the dismissal that would allow him to rise, answering him with her own careless, "No. Enjoy your dinner, weyrling." And she rises to her own feet, reaching for that glass, before starting for the entrance to her own weyr as if she intends to leave him there, for now. Ka'ge pauses, leaving his hands as they are as if he doesn't really believe her intentions for a few beats more. "You aren't hungry? I certainly can't eat all this." Innocent in how he says it, a backwards-feeling invite to have her re-join him. But given that, he relieves that lean he'd had for sake of settling back where he was. He has wine, afterall. He won't just leave that here unless circumstances made it necessary. "I can take it into the Caverns. I don't need to.. invade." His words trail off as if a chuckle was meant to follow it, but simply doesn't. "I have business to attend to," is Lilah's simple answer, gesturing with her wine glass. And what, exactly, that business is that she can bring that to is left unsaid. Ka'ge is left alone in her weyr, except that once the Weyrwoman steps out, it doesn't take long for the soft clicking of a dragon's paws to sound and for the large, dark queen to place herself in the entrance to watch the weyrling eat. Ka'ge won't argue. How nice is it to be away from the crowds, even if this weyr is so.. white? And bright. And certainly not of the dark shades he prefers. Surely not something to gripe about, given this 'reward'. Even as Eliyaveith joins him, it's not he who speaks up. Some sort of exchange is made before darkness reaches for Zymadiath's dam's mind. He's always been there, of course, from the day he broke shell. But so rarely had he spoken up for a presence beyond that. Now, though, his shadows writhe, create and uncreate, dance into being and dissolve away, always some sort of figment that as soon as it could be something, so shortly after becomes nothing. Gritty, gravely low voice is unpleasant in sound but not contructed word, « He wonders if you mind him in your weyr. » Eliyaveith is always with Zymadiath as well, her warm presence especially linked to her growing children as she remembers them even as the months stretch. Fire and shadow aren't as opposed as one would think, casting her own shadows as flames change in a mirror of her bronze son's. « I do not, even if she is disappointed in him, » she assures gently, welcoming to dragon and rider both. Ka'ge is as much family in her mind as Zymadiath, as she watches the weyrling from her distance. « Many are disappointed in him. » Zymadiath responds from somewhere within those shadows, though unlike so many others, his figments- at times evident in their watchfulness with black, socketless eyes that quickly blink away- don't shrink back from his dam's flame-shadows. As aloof as his mind feels, it is not so unwelcoming to Eliyaveith at least at the surface. « He does what he feels is best. He would help her, but is... misguided. » The young bronze's low, harsh voice seems to search for the right words to use, separated in this from his rider's mind, not pulling the vocabulary he requires. « They often are. It is for us to guide them correctly, when we can, » Eliyaveith informs her son with the warmth of affection she always holds, for both her own misguided rider (if not in this particular thing) and for his, and Zymadiath himself. But, she assures him only a beat after, « You chose well. If he always does what he feels is best, what is good and honorable, then he will grow into a fine young man. » Zymadiath's shadows remain, but it's a silence that stretches after his dam's words. His darkness, a mysterious thing, gives away no hints of reaction nor reply. The rhythmic undulations of his shadowy distortions don't even change. Eventually, « It will take much time. » An agreement, with many unspoken caveats. There are vague sensations of appreciation that touch Eliyavieth's mind after as the enigmatic presence begins to withdraw. Ka'ge doesn't take long to finish eating; he's used to little, and still maintains eating small amounts despite his age, despite his still-growing self. He sets his eating utensils atop is plate with etiquette he doesn't often show, stands, and with a brief tip of his head to the gold dragon that had joined him, leaves without another word. Eliyaveith's presence against Zymadiath's mind will linger, if in the general way that her warm mind usually settles over the entirety of the Weyr and her family. It is Ka'ge that gets the physical outpouring of affection as he slips past her, a brush of a muzzle against his shoulder and a warm breath that washes over him as he leaves. |
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