Logs:Of Inevitable Confrontations
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| RL Date: 8 October, 2006 |
| Who: Bayan, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 26, Month 5, Turn 9 (Interval 10) |
| Your location's current time: 22:08 on day 26, month 5, Turn 59, of the Tenth Pass. It is a spring evening. You stride towards the lake shore. Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr This shoreline marks the edge of the freshwater lake that fills the southeastern portion of the bowl. The gritty dirt of the bowl gives way to smooth sand. Across the lake, the bowl wall rises high into the sky, its face dotted with weyr entrances. A few dragonlengths above the water, glimpses of a level cliff can be seen amidst boulders lining the edge. Just south of here, a smaller pond of water is divided from the main lake by a natural bridge of land. A path leads across the bridge and up to the diving cliffs, winding through a dotting of small boulders on its way. The evening is clear, not a cloud to be seen, giving you a perfect view of the stars. The smaller Belior shines in half moon while Timor shines brightly as a full moon. The air is calm, with no hint of breeze. The water's glasslike surface mirrors the cliff walls and sky above. Contents: Bayan(#8387PJce) Dijilia Wagon Obvious exits: LAke Pond Diving Cliff Bowl With the night being peaceful comes time for unsavory men to be lurking about, or in Bayan's case, lounging about at the shore. The itinerant is perched on a rock, eyes looking to both the lake and sky with an unusual thoughtful expression. His carrysack is beside him, opened to reveal a wineskin and some sketches. No one else seems to be about the shore at this time, which is more likely why he's even present. From the far side of the lake, a figure strolls, in no hurry at all. R'hin's hands are shoved into his pockets, perhaps in deference to the faint chill in the air, though he wears no jacket. His path seems set to take him past the erstwhile Igenite, but at the last moment, the Weyrleader's path alters as pale eyes spot the man. His baritone is cheerful, drawing hands out of his pockets to clap briefly. "So, back again? Fleeced all those Fortians out of everything of value?" Bayan cuts his eyes to the new Weyrleader, his expression altering from thoughtful to something irritable in an instant. Shifting his position, "I was here just about all of the time," he drawls grudgingly, hazel eyes remaining firmly on the lake. "I wager the only reason our paths haven't crossed was due to us both being busy. Perhaps that warrants a celebration." The words are spoken monotone and dry before he reaches down and picks up his wineskin. After taking a drink, "Sorry to disappoint you, but no I haven't fleeced the Fortians. What's of value in a Weyr anyway?" he adds, dripping with sarcasm. R'hin folds his hands behind his back as he walks over, claiming his rock with an easy lean against it. "Really? I figured you were simply avoiding me. Kamer did mention you seemed... perturbed." He rolls that word around, eminently pleased with it, if the grin that follows is any indicator. A twitch of brows. "Why are you asking me? You're the one that's drawn to returning to Weyrs despite your supposed love of life outside the walls. If it walks like a wherry and talks like a wherry and tastes like a wherry...?" "Avoiding, huh? Yeah, that too," Bayan agrees dryly, giving R'hin a sidelong look. "I come to the Weyrs for educational reasons," he decides to answer before the jibe involving his older brother. "I've learned...much, during my stay here and in Fort. The lessons will be useful to me." A beat. "I'll always love life beyond walls. That hasn't changed much, R'hin," he levels at him. "But since the Reaches and I are stuck together for the long run, might as well continue my study." He takes a long pause, regarding the other with obvious distaste before shaking his head, "And my seeming...perturbed," he drawls the word out, "must have brought you joy. Too bad it was only short-lived. I have other pressing issues to deal with." He flicks the topic dealing with Kamer off with indifference before returning his gaze back to the lake. "I'm glad we've been... of amusement for you. We are here to entertain you, after all." R'hin's tone is bland in turn. "It's Weyrleader now, actually. You'd obviously forgotten. And you've obviously don't realize you have no future in my Weyr." The possessive is deliberate. "But, I'll indulge you for now, given that I'm feeling magnanimous. Besides, half the fun of you being around is watching you chasing after Maja and Satiet like you're in heat. Do you think they really buy the coincidentally run ins? You should try a new tack." A finger taps against his lips, as if in deep contemplation. Bayan sighs and levels R'hin a look again, "Did I say amusement?" he drawls coldly. "No, I didn't, so don't put words in my mouth. I intended to learn what the Weyr was all about, and I have been learning it. Slowly, but the lessons taken from here are valuable to me. Even how to deal with sorts like you." Hearing the title gets a small sneer from him, "Ah. So I see we have settled well into our...new position," he drawls deliberately, finally letting a faint smirk appear on his face. "Going about, claiming folks like have no future in /your/ Weyr, Weyrleader," and the title comes out almost mockingly so. "Very interesting. Well, as much as I am an amusement to you, you'll be the same to me. You never looked the sort to run anything, really...other than your mouth." Hearing about Maja and Satiet, the jab quite a sharp one, earns a tightening of jaw as he forces himself to look away. "I am not chasing after Maja and Satiet," he says with a flash of a forced grin, keeping himself firmly on the rock. "Why do you care anyway? What with your new position and all, should you really be wasting time wondering what a mere itinerant is doing? All the silverware is still in place, so it's clear I'm doing no wrong," and there's that cold sarcasm again, though this time mixed with weariness as he goes back to his wine. R'hin's brows twitch at the smirk from the other, hands spreading wide, not in the least apologetic. "It is what it is." A little smile, that might be taken as cooler than intended. "M'wen can take care of himself, but should you ever think about raising hand to one of my riders again, you'll regret it. I promise you." The words are even, without inflection, simple statement. A slight tip of head bespeaks momentary bemusement. "Oh? You mean, you're not showing up at the weyrwoman's nook in the kitchen? Or in the records room when she's doing her duties? Hm. My apologies, I must have had it wrong." The little smile widens a little more. Bayan could knock away that little smile and words accompaning it, but it's that threat about M'wen that gets him slowly to his feet and dropping the wineskin into the carrysack. Hazel eyes trained on the Weyrleader as he folds his arms across his chest, "Oh, I raised a hand to him, did I?" he repeats in a clear challenge. "I don't recall M'wen on the ground picking up his teeth. In fact, the only thing traded that day was words, not blows." A beat. "If M'wen can take care of himself, then perhaps you should leave that to him." Despite his own cold words, there's a faint smirk now to R'hin's threat, as though he approves. Just as quickly, it's gone underneath the challenge in his tone before adding, "Why Weyrleader," he drawls musingly, "you think that I have intentions of bringing harm to any of /your/ riders? Surely you jest," and there's a dramatic bow, factious, along with an open smile. The words about Satiet gets a dismissive flick of fingers, "I didn't realize that that nook was off-limits," he drawls dryly. "Perhaps you should next time put a sign there or something. And the records room? So what if I /do/ go there? Still assuming I have designs on her, maybe? Shells, you give someone a shiny new position and look what gets to them! You're quite a bold one, /Weyrleader/." "You raised your hand into a fist. You didn't strike him, but the intent was there. Should you ever chose to follow through, well... I thought it only friendly to warn you. It does, after all, apply to all my riders. Which is now everyone in the Weyr." R'hin's arms spread wide before a low-throated laugh follows. "I'm not even sure why you go to the effort of acting the injured party, when it wasn't so long ago you were threatening harm. Or, have you a poor memory? I can write notes for you, if you like." Hands drop back to his side, pale eyes following Bayan's movements with a glint of something like anticipation. "Not off limits. I find it interesting that you think you can vehemently deny something, while your actions say otherwise. You are not as glib as you like to think." "That's right, I did," Bayan admits almost heatedly. "I raised my hand into a fist. But my, my...it seems like you're the one doing the threats this evening. I almost wonder what /would/ happen should I choose to one day loose control and strike at your riders," and he taps a finger to lips in feigned thought. he gives a shrug of indifference about acting the injured party, "I never did deny those threats of mine," he says matter-of-factly. "I'm willing to let Kam has his way on the hopes that I one day get to punch you in the gut." He turns a bit from R'hin then to watch the lake, "So, you say I deny chasing after Satiet when my actions say otherwise," he observes smoothly, not looking at him. There's a long pause before he adds, "Like I said, I'm not chasing her. But I am interested, which I believe you already know." He flicks a glance R'hin's way then, "Atleast to me it isn't chasing. If I were chasing her, I'd be really about her, showering her with gifts, which I haven't." A beat. "Why do you care?" "You should try it out. It will be... educational." R'hin encourages, with an easy, anticipatory grin. "I look forward to it. Now, as for why I care... you really haven't been listening at all, have you? Next time I'll bring notes to show you as I speak." A sudden turning of head, distant for a moment, and the slightest nod of head. Without a word, he spins on his heel, striding wordlessly off across the bowl. |
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