Logs:Of Meetings and Intrigues
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| RL Date: 18 June, 2006 |
| Who: Bayan, Kalliope, L'vor, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 28, Month 1, Turn 8 (Interval 10) |
| Your location's current time: 20:13 on day 31, month 1, Turn 58, of the Tenth Pass. It is a winter evening. You stride into the eastern bowl, high reaches weyr. Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr(#840RJs) Standing on the eastern side of the bowl, you realize why this is one of the most striking Weyrs on Pern. Arrayed around the north rim of the bowl are the Seven Spindles: high crownlike points formed of old volcano flows which were eroded to sharp spikes. The bowl itself is a rough ovoid shape, with a large lake taking up a good portion of the southeastern part. The bowl seems to slant down to the lake shore, and the soil becomes a little looser in that direction. From the east, the slight aroma of herdbeast and wherry hide rises from the feeding grounds. The northeast section of the bowl is full of activity: training of dragons both young and old goes on in a large clearing near the entrance to the weyrling barracks and dragon infirmary. Several small boulders dot the area to the north, forming a winding path to the ledges leading into the weyrleaders' quarters. The evening is clear, not a cloud to be seen, giving you a perfect view of the stars. while Timor shines brightly as a full moon though the smaller Belior closes its eye to dream. A definite wind can be felt and the winter air feels a bit nippy. Contents: Kalliope Leiventh Dasmareth Melisandeth Nepenth(#4050Jaes) Obvious exits: Weyrleader Ledges Western Bowl Floor Dragon Infirmary Weyrling Barracks Weyrling Training Room Feeding Grounds Lake Shore Kalliope is sitting atop a large boulder, dangling her legs and watching the comings and goings of the bowl. She plays with the snow around her, drawing figures in it. Her dark eyes follow a few people as she sits, though she doesn't make a move to speak with anyone. Being a stranger she prefers to watch. Leiventh> To you, Leiventh observes, « You seem very thoughtful tonight, R'hin. » R'hin walks out from the training room, a set of riding straps slung loosely over his shoulder. Casually, he strolls towards Leiventh - the bronze still enough that at first he might seem asleep, except that his eyelids part, a gleam of blue visible as he watches the rider's approach. "I am, I suppose," he's muttering to himself, or maybe the dragon. He doesn't immediately take not of Kalliope's presence. Leiventh> To you, Leiventh is silent a moment, then, « Perhaps you think -too- much, » he adds, pointedly. Kalliope catches sight of a man, rider it now appears, headed towards a large bronze. The dragon facinates her. He's one of the ones she's had her eye on since sitting out here and so the rider draws her attention. She takes note of the riding straps, having had them explained to her reciently she finds them facinating. She may appear to be staring just slightly. She takes note of the mans sharp features as she watches and a slight smile crosses her lips. Her hand plays with the snow some more, idly though as she makes pebble sized condensed pieces of snow piles next to her. Leiventh> To you, Leiventh's attention shifts, just slightly, to the teenager occupying the boulder. « You are being watched. » Although the bustling noise emanating from the living caverns that indicate that dinner is well underway, R'hin doesn't even glance in that direction. With a faint snort of amusement, the scruffy-haired weyrling deliberately bumps his shoulder into Leiventh, not that the gesture moves the hook-nosed bronze a whit. "Hah. You're one to talk. You can't say that you disagree with me, not on -this-." He frowns slightly; Leiventh is the first one to note Kalliope's attention, the dragon's attention fixed with a disturbing intensity. A moment or two later, R'hin, eerily, echoes the look, though his expression is more readable than the dragon's: curiousity. A few seconds of study later, "You want them bigger," R'hin addresses Kalliope, "If you're intending to ambush people. That small, they'll fall to pieces." Kalliope is startled when the dragon looks up and her eyes go wide, nervously staring back at giant creature. When the rider joins the stare the girls face darkens slightly. "I...I'm sorry?" she asks to his comment before noting the pile of snow pebbles. "Oh, that..." she murmers. "Just something to occupy my fingers." she responds shyly. "I wouldn't ambush anyone..." she comments coyly, picking up a handful of the melty pebble things. "Plus, they're already in pieces." she tosses the handful in the air and giggles slightly, ducking out of the way of the falling clumps of ice. "Uh-huh," R'hin's tone makes it clear he doesn't buy her explanation. "Of course you wouldn't. And what are you sorry for, anyway?" Leiventh's attention seems to lift now that his rider is talking to the girl; eyes lid over again, the glow of those eyes disappearing in the evening dark. Adjusting the straps slung over his shoulder, the bronze weyrling moves closer, apparently considering the discussion tacit invitation. His eyes flicker over her, thoughtfully, then, "New. Travelling?" he guesses. Kalliope frowns for a moment. "It's true." she insists. "Sorry? Oh, just a reaction, I... didn't know what you were talking about at first is all." she seems suddenly shy. The dragons gaze lifted makes her relax a bit and she looks at her knees for a moment, finding a bit of dust to pick at. "Um, yeah. New. I arrived on a tithe train a few nights ago. We're here for a little while at least." she shrugs. "I kinda like it here though." she adds again, seeming slightly shy she looks up through her dark lashes. R'hin bends down to brush a dusting of snow off a nearby rock, perching on it. He swings the straps down into his lap, fingers absently running along the length of it. "I wouldn't much worry about that, people often don't know what I'm talking about," he says, tone genial and amused. "Tithe train," interest shines in the weyrling's eyes, "From where?" Kalliope looks up sharply as he hops up onto the rock and offers a big smile when she realizes he was just sitting down. "Just south of High Reaches Hold, a little place, mostly a couple of families. I'm usually traveling on the train though, don't really feel at home there much either." she explains then pauses, "You used to travel before you met him?" she asks gesturing to the dragon. "Haven't been down that way," R'hin confesses. He eyes the girl sidelong, expression speculative. "I was a trader with the Beowins, before--" his hand gestures vaguely in Leiventh's direction, before continuing, "We did the northern route, mostly - Nabol, Crom, Telgar, Lemos. I didn't really feel home anywhere, either. I enjoyed being able to travel." A pause. "I miss it." There's a faint gleam of eyes again from Leiventh's direction, the bronze watching through slitted lids. R'hin is unaware, and continues, with a grin, "You ever thought of joining with the traders? It's a recommended cure for the wanderlust." Kalliope stares at her knees again. "We actually travel all over, which is nice, except the not fitting in anywhere part." she smiles a shy smile again and dangles her feet in silence for a few minutes. "I don't know... I mean, I like traveling, I just wish I had a... "Home" y'know?" she asks finally looking over at the weyrling. "Traders? No...my folks 'd kill me if I traveled with anyone other than them." she smirks to herself. "If it's any consolation, I don't fit in here. Yet here I am." R'hin's hands spread wide in a grand gesture to indicate the Weyr. "Sometimes you just have to make the most of where you are. Why can't you travel without your parents?" He seems honestly confused by her assertion and the expression that accompanies it. "You've got to... fly the nest... one day. You're, what, eighteen? More than old enough to be apprenticed, or married, or whatever." Kalliope smiles at his confession. "I suppose noone really fits, they all just are." she ponders nearly to herself. She shakes her head. "It's not that I can't travel without them, it's just that they'd be so hurt if I chose to travel with anyone but them." she shrugs. "They must love me or something..." she laughs softly to herself. She intentionally does not respond to his comment about her age. "No," R'hin disagrees, "Some do. Some find it very easy. Like that." He snaps his fingers. "Some people aren't meant for a life of settling down, but rather are thrust into it." His lips twist in wry amusement, bringing a knee up and hooking his heel into an indentation on the rock. "Yeah, parents tend to be stuck with that particular burden," he agrees with a low laugh. "But, like you, they have to accept the inevitability of separation. You don't want to travel with them forever, do you? What -do- you want to do?" Kalliope smiles more comfortably now. "Perhaps, but even they can feel like misfits sometimes." she shrugs. "My parents are sweet, really, just...overbearing sometimes... Shards, no I don't want to travel with them forever. Though I guess I always assumed I would. I never really thought of what I wanted to do myself. I can be pretty creative, and I work well with runnerbeasts, but...I dunno really." Wow, her knee must be really interesting... R'hin laughs heartily. "That's not necessarily a bad thing, but I can see that you might enjoy a break from them. Perhaps you can stay somewhere for a time for... say, harper lessons... while they travel with the train, and they can pick you up on the way back? Sounds like the best of both worlds." Since she's studying her knee so intently, the bronzerider doesn't bother to conceal the fact that he's studying her. "There's always work for someone who wants to work with runnerbeasts. But, is that all?" he persists. "No secret desires to be a rider? To marry a wealthy and influential holder?" There's a faint note of teasing in his voice, though he seems fairly interested in the response. Kalliope smiles at his laugh. "I've thought about it, staying behind sometime, but I never felt like I was anywhere worth staying. Harper hall? Me?" she laughs, "I have no rhythm, they would throw me out for sure. The few harpers I've met have cringed at my attempt to make music of any sort." she smiles, "I've never even been on a dragon. How would I know if I would like being a rider?" she asks, actually serious about the question. "As for a wealthy holder, well...yeah, lets say they're all ugly and greedy, Nooooo thank you." she has looked up while talking to him, but turns immidiately back to her knee once she's done talking. R'hin's expression changes midway through Kalliope's answer, right about the time she mentions not knowing what it's like to be a rider, becoming more serious in response to her serious answer. "Well, I can tell you it's not like they describe it in the harper's tales." His voice is markedly even. Notably, despite friendly demeanor, he doesn't offer to rectify having never been on a dragon. "Not all are like that... once more, your harper's tales at work." A beat. "You should think about what you want to do, otherwise, when someone offers... you might miss that opportunity." Bayan walks over from the western side of the bowl. Bayan has arrived. Kalliope catches the look. "Being a weyrling not exactly the story of grandur they make it out to be?" she asks, oddly not supprised by the comment. She and R'hin are sitting on a pair of boulders chatting casually. Kalli seems very interested in her knee but she does seem to be conversing with the weyrling. Her smile is there and more easy than earlier, but still slightly tense. R'hin is settled onto a rock next to Kalliope, one leg hooked up, knee drawn up close to his chest, a set of riding straps draped across his lap. Leiventh is a barely discernable dark bulk nearby, only the slit of bright eyes indicating that he's awake. "They neglect to inform you of a lot of things until -after- you've Impressed," he says by way of agreement, a purse of lips indicating his interest at her response. "By which time it's too late. If you're ever searched, I'd advise asking a lot of questions, and not just of the powers that be," a vague gesture is made towards the Weyrleader's ledges across the bowl. "Everyone'll tell a different tale. It's different for some people. Some find it natural. Easy." Bayan strides in from the lower caverns, his shirt half-way up as he wipes at his face. He was about to just walk by until two people cause him to pause. At Kalliope, he grins, but then seeing who she's with - Ah. His smile falters, and he hesitates his steps before walking over. Once up them, he let goes of his shirt and nods a fond greeting to Kalli before eyeing up R'hin. Instead of a greeting to the weyrling, "Seen L'sen?" he asks in a overly cordial tone. Kalliope nods in an understanding fashion but says little to the riders response except. "I thought we just decided noone finds things easy?" she smiles. When Bayan aproaches she gives him a shy smile then an odd look. She glances between the weyrling and Bayan, before letting R'hin respond she comments: "Actually, yes I have." she gives Bayan a complex look. "All right, so maybe I exaggerated. Just a little," R'hin concedes with a low laugh. Bayan's approach is noted, the bronze weyrling watching with even expression as the erstwhile Igenite approaches, his posture altering to something more alert. His tone matches Bayan's initially, deliberately friendly, "Ah, if it isn't our favorite local ruffian! I saw him earlier today. We were chatting about you, coincidentally." A beat, then, "I'm sorry to hear about your sister. If it'd been me I would've been at her side the second I heard the news, yet here you are, wandering around with a grin as if you've not a care in the world." His tone is a mixture of accusation and puzzlement, and could easily be read either way. Noting the strange look sent his way from Kalliope, Bayan frowns a tad before grinning to her, "Don't believe anything he says," he tells her then smoothly, then adds, "You met L'sen, Kalli?" To R'hin's accusing words, Bayan raises an eyebrow, his expression growing a bit dark, "You talked to him, hm?" he says to him. "What do you know about my sister?" He snorts, not about to try to get into it with him today, "My brother's taking care of it, and so I have no choice but to stay, if you must know. You don't have the facts, anyway." Well, neither does he, but he's not letting on! "She "She's a rider, so the Weyr will take care of her. I'm not too worried." High in the bowl, Nezzerth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! In the bowl, to the west, L'vor hops down Nezzerth's side to the ground, as the dragon warbles a greeting. Kalliope glances between the two reading a history, but she is quick to come to the defence of her first friend here. "It's not like it's his fault!" she says defiantly. Then to Bayan, "Yeah, yesterday. His dragon tried to bury me in the snow." She looks down at Bayan and back at R'hin. "Something I'm missing?" she asks. Kalli is perched on a boulder near R'hin and Bayan. She seems nervous at the discontent between the two young men. A brief twitch of lips is R'hin's response to Kalliope. "Not to worry, Igenite. I've not poisoned her against you, or whatever dastardly dead you're accusing me of this sevenday." Kalliope's quick defence earns a puzzled sidelong glance. He spreads his hands helplessly at Bayan's words. "I'm just saying, if it'd been someone my family that'd been hurt..." he trails off, with a twitch of brows, then after a pause concludes, "But I suppose we all react in different ways. I can have Leiventh bespeak Neiveth if it's important." In the bowl, to the west, L'vor slides off of Nezzerth's back and takes a deep breath of the chill air. Then he reaches down onto the bowl floor to gather up a handful of snow and pack it into a ball. "Now this is the stuff I've been missing. And don't give me any of that 'it's too cold here' stuff, it'll make you stronger to breath in the cold air. Bayan blinks when Kalli goes to his defense, then gives her a reassuring grin. "You did? He's nice, right? I was hoping he went to Igen, but I can catch him later. Kamer will take care of it," and when he says it, there's an edge of bitterness, "like always. He sent my answer, Kalli, by the way. He says I stay, but not too nicely." At her question, he flicks a glance at R'hin, "Missing? No, it's always like this when we meet." He looks skeptical at all of R'hin's words, but nods, "Hm. It's important, but I'm sure L'sen knows. I did react, days ago, and it wasn't too pretty. I got some...words, for my brother when he gets back." It's obvious those words won't be nice ones. "Anyway, I don't know the details, only that she got hurt..." and he pauses as he thinks of the reason why. "She'll be alright." Kalliope inches slightly away from R'hin, finding the sudden change in personality uncomfortable. She smiles back at Bayan but her brow furrows soon after and she looks around the bowl trying to find anything else but the pair of feuding boys in front of her to focus on. She catches sight of a newly landed rider creating a snowball. She decides his dragon is facinating. She can't completely keep her attention off the current conversation though and her dark eyes flick between the two boy in front of her and the new rider. "He hasn't gone to see her, yet," R'hin supplies, "He said she wasn't allowed visitors at present. I'm sure they'd make an exception for family." He leans forward a little, letting his knee drop, a hand going to the riding straps to prevent them sliding off his lap. "Kamer, hm? This is the elusive brother that I remind you of, is it?" A pause, then he says, evenly, "You could have Neiveth bespeak her dragon. Leiventh could, even." It seems an oddly honest offer, given the apparent animosity between the pair. If he's aware of Kalliope's uncomfortable reaction, he makes no moves to allay it. In the bowl, to the west, L'vor looks about the bowl a bit and spots two young men and a young miss off on the other side of the bowl. "Well, I'm not going to be throwing this at myself, so best see what's up over there." He gives Nezzerth a pat on the foreleg and then heads across the bowl, tossing the ball of snow from one gloved hand to the other. L'vor wanders over from the western side of the bowl. L'vor has arrived. Bayan smiles to Kalli, trying to reassure her with his easy manner with them. "I want no fight this day," he says simply. "Honestly, between worrying about what's going on, and doing repair work, I'm tired." He shrugs at it and looks at the rider that she's staring at briefly. Glancing back at R'hin, he frowns at him, growing ever the more skeptical. "Hm, you're being too nice," he states slowly. "Something must be up, but I won't ask." He pauses at the news about his sister, "Wait, no visitors? I wonder..." then he looks away in thought. "Yes, he's elusive at that," he admits of Kamer while still looking away. "He's as cold as ice, too. If you're suspicious of /me/, then you'll be alarmed of him. He's not one to play with." Looking back at them both, "That might work, getting the dragons to talk to her's, but if she's not allowed any visitors...." Kalliope catches sight of the snowball then flashes back to the conversation. "Oh." she says, rather out of place in the conversation, "He reminds you of your brother." she leans towards Bayan, "That's what I was missing." she whispers loudly enough for R'hin to hear. "Why not ask her dragon?" she asks, a dragon surely isn't bound by your brothers secrecy. She sits back up and tries to find the rider, she's going to keep an eye on the snowballs that appear in this bowl more regularly that she expected. R'hin's tone is patient, though the slow exhale of breath suggests otherwise. "Nice has nothing to do with it. Family's family. I understand that. If you want to send her a message, I'll have Leiventh pass it on." He glances in the arriving rider's direction with a salute and an easy, "'Reaches' duties," but his attention is primarily on Bayan. He nods swiftly to Kalliope's suggestion, silently agreeing. L'vor tosses the snowball to his off hand to return the salute, "Ista's duty to High Reaches and her queens. Lots of people out on wing drills weyrling?" He makes a wild assumption as to the nature of what kind of rider would be saluting him just when he's come to visit. And then he tosses the snowball back to his right hand, glancing at Bayan and then at Kalliope. Bayan nods briefly to Kalliope, "Yeah, R'hin and Kam /could/ get along," he muses thoughtfully, "only, he doesn't have much use for riders. He only tolerates our sister. He's like that, but I know not to fight him." He grins, "As to Kyreth, I just might. It wouldn't hurt..." and he glances at R'hin now...thoughtfully. His skepticism is gone, and he nods to him, "Thanks, and I will once I know what to tell her. It won't be easy..this situation is, uh, well....let's say if I ask right now, I won't get the truth." He turns towards L'vor now and gives an appriasing eye, then nods an absent greeting to him. Kalliope seems distracted at the odd interaction between the two. Gruding trust for the moment perhaps? What she finds more interesting though is the weyrlings reaction to the rider. "Do you have to do that to every rider?" she asks, then, "Another of those things not in harper tales, huh?" she glances over the rider and smiles shyly. "Why all the secrets Bayan? And why does your brother have so much say in it?" she asks, an eye still on the snowball though R'hin seems briefly amused at the comparison between himself and the mysterious Kam. "I don't have much use for riders either, but..." he trails off with a twitch of lips. A shift of shoulders is his easy response to Bayan, "Consider the offer open, if you like, Igenite." L'vor receives a bemused look from the weyrling at his question. "No, most are in the caverns having dinner. Were you looking for someone in particular? Sir." The last tacked on the end as the bronze weyrling's fingers run absently along the straps draped over his lap. A nod is given to Kalliope's question, answering, "Even should they insist otherwise. It makes for a particularly sore arm when you've a stream of riders parading through," he says with a low chuckle. L'vor just gives R'hin a curious glance, "Not much use for yourself young man? Well, that's more a pity. No, thanks though, not looking for anyone in particular. In truth, looking more for the weather than anything. The nice warm weather gets tiresome after a while when you grew up with winter actually meaning it got cold outside." He lets the snowball drop after one more toss, giving Bayan a nod, then a flash of a grin towards Kalliope before he turns, "I guess I'll take myself over to the caverns then and make all the formal greetings." "This one isn't too much of a secret, Kalli," Bayan says in a serious tone. "There's alot I don't know about this." He glances briefly to R'hin, "I know I'm questionable, to say the least, and there is a part of me that wishes it wasn't that way. To be honest, there's times I hate it." That one moment of insight into him, and he waves it off as just as quickly. "As for Kam, he has say because he's the oldest of us. If you ever met him, either of you, you'll see for yourself. He's....very cold. It's hard to explain, butjust know I wouldn't go against that one." He grins then to R'hin, "Offer accepted. Thanks." He looks at L'vor closely, "You're from Ista?" he asks suddenly with interest. Kalliope still doesn't like the relationship between the weyrling and her friend, but she decides to let it go and enjoy the riders fun with the weyrling. She turns to him in interest. "Do you really intend to make all of them salute you like that?" she asks him. She glances over him then turns and looks down at her knee again, not wanting to be looking at him for too long. She peeks out at him from behind a lock of hair that has fallen loose, interested in Bayan's question as well. "Isn't it just?" comes R'hin's easy response to L'vor's comment. It's followed by a puzzled sort of look at the extensive answer, to which he adds, not particularly encouragingly, "Enjoy the snow then, sir." Bayan is studied for a long moment by the bronzerider, with a tip of head. "I would very much like to meet this brother of yours. One day." He gives a sharp tip of head at the acceptance of his offer, and says no more of it. "It's the way it's been done for Turns and Turns," he adds a little dryly. L'vor pauses in his turn to head back across the bowl to look back over towards Bayan, "Yes, from Ista. Do you need a ride back in that direction? I don't know how long I'm staying here tonight, but not likely too long, could give you a lift if you're not in a great rush." Bayan waves it off to L'vor, "No, I'm from Igen, but I do miss being there," he says smoothly. "Nice place....less sand, which I like." He pauses then, "I have a cousin there, too. Not sure if she's still there, and you'll less likely know her, but she use to write about the Ista alot.....almost a turn ago." He shrugs at it and glances at R'hin with interest. "You would...meet Kam?" he echoes. "That would be interesting. I'll certainly find it amusing.....he won't step foot in a Weyr, by the way, unless I somehow lure him inside...." and he flashes an innocent grin. "He's knows all about you and Maja, though. Everything." He raises an eyebrow to that, and gives Kalli and wink. Kalliope smirks and slips off the boulder. She glances at her two companions and smiles at Bayan before turning to the newly arrived rider. "I've gotta see this." she grins wide and hops over towards the rider. "Mind if I come?" she asks, a shy smile graces her lips and she looks at the ground after asking the question kicking the dust with her shoe. "That's not a problem," R'hin asserts to Bayan's words, confident. "Leiventh and I are allowed outside the Weyr." His head tips, eyes narrowing thoughtfully - not frightened, but certainly wary. "Does he. I'm sure Maja would enjoy meeting him too, but even -I- know that's probably not a wise course of action. If you set it up, I'd come." L'vor just shrugs, "Alright, just thought I'd offer." Then he flashes Kalliope a grin, "Sure, I wouldn't mind the company over to the living caverns at all. And I don't intend to find them all, but if I do happen across a couple of them." And then he just grins a bit more. This is certainly a new thing to Bayan: R'hin /agreeing/? He blinks at the weyrling, just baffled by this change. "Well," he says blankly, glancing at the other two as though making sure he's not the only one present for this change of the weyrling, "When he comes back...after I try my best to tear into him about my dear sister....I'll offer him a meet. I agree, he and Maja will end up fighting with knives before it's over. He hates guards worse than riders....but you, you might be something interesting. Man needs to socialize, to be honest. I'll see what he says and get back to you on it. Maybe I'll get him to meet L'sen sometime too, and see that dragonriders aren't so bad like he thinks." Then he frowns a bit, "Though, I'll warn you....Kamer snaps faster than a tunnesnake on a firelizard clutch. Alot of it's not pretty , either. Business doesn't afford him patience. That's why he needs me." R'hin gives L'vor a brief look, a faint curl of his lips perhaps visible for a moment. "I'd thought Ista had its own clutch of weyrlings to... entertain," he murmurs in an undertone, pitched at just the right tone that it's audible, but could be ignored for politeness' sake. Pale eyes flicker back to Bayan with a sketchy smile. "As you see fit, Igenite. And I appreciate the warning." Whether he heeds it or not is, of course, an entirely different matter altogether. "I'll admit, I'm intrigued by what you've said of him." Kalliope tosses a glance over her shoulder, the weyrling and traveler seemingly occupied with their own affairs, she turns back to the rider. "Well if there's anyone there it will be fun won't it?" she asks with a shy smile. "I'm Kalliope. But my friends call me Kalli..." she blushes and looks back at her feet as the rider and she head to the living caverns. L'vor goes towards the western side of the bowl. L'vor has left. Kalliope heads towards the western side of the bowl. Kalliope has left. Bayan grins at Kalliope and L'vor, "Have fun you two," he says with a small wave before returning to R'hin. "Intrigued? Many are. It's no secret the both of us are friendly among holdless folk. Kam...he's friendly to a minimum. Certain things tick him off, and missing business is top of the list. It's not me you and the guard should be wary of, really," and he grins a bit. "I'm just good with words, but Kam? He's all about action. Me and L'sen are thinking of setting him up with a girl to see if maybe that would loosen him up some." He chuckles at that. "Don't think it'll work since he'll scare the girl off, but it would be fun to watch." R'hin's gaze follows L'vor after the rider has left, and it's not a particularly welcoming look. He doesn't bother with any such parting remarks. "I respect action," he finally says, voice derisive after a moment, "Far more than I respect those that rely solely on their positions to get ahead in life." A twitch of lips. "Especially a position brought about by a random sequence of events." Bayan is given a long look, before the bronze weyrling says, "Granted, I've never met the man, but from what you've said, I could guess he nay not appreciate such antics. They would be a distraction from... business," he drawls, borrowing the Igenite's word. A longer pause. "You would have L'sen meet him? Are you sure that's wise?" Bayan follows R'hin's gaze to L'vor with mild interest. He notes the expression and nods in understanding. "I imagine you would respect action," he admits slowly as he looks back at where L'vor and Kalli had gone. "I understand that, and Kam lives it. I don't have much feeling for people in positions myself...it's vaguely why I'm not at some harper hall like many think I should have been, and instead in a Hold. Life outside walls maybe harsh, but it's honest. Atleast I know who my enemies are quickly. Hard to tell in a Weyr, I can guess." He returns the long look and nods stiffly. "Kam would dismiss such things, yes," he admits in a serious tone. "It's part of why he hates riders so much. He also thinks business is everything," and there's a hint of some kind of displeasure of it. After a moment, he shrugs, "I have a hard time understanding him, so I don't. As long as I don't get in trouble like he thinks I do, he leaves me alone enough." At the question, his mood lightens and he chuckles, "Might not be wise for L'sen to meet him, but it would give Kam an idea that not all riders are the same. Besides, I won't let Kam get out of hand. I can calm him down if he gets to be too much. Also, L'sen's not agressive. Kam may not like him, but he'll atleast give an amount of respect." R'hin flicks the riding straps off his lap, swinging them over a shoulder as he slides down from the rock, though he leans against it after a moment. "Harder than you think," he says, "When so few people actually say what they mean. They act polite, and simply accept what is, because that's the way it's always been done. Apathy at it's most destructive." There's a low hint of something intense in the bronzerider's voice, as if it's a topic he feels very strongly on. "No, L'sen's about as far from aggressive as you can get." That seems to be the crux of R'hin's concern, but he does, after a moment, nod a concession on that point. "I've some work to do. You know where to find me when you decide to sent a message to your sister." Bayan grins and nods, "I see that's why I have a hard time with Kam," he admits. "He says what he means, and he makes enemies for it. Reminds me of someone...." and he looks to R'hin. "No wonder we don't get along." He stretches, "I'll find you when I have something. I'll get going myself...and, uh, this change in you is making me uneasy. Makes me think you're nice for real or something." He winks his way and chuckles. "Don't worry about L'sen. I won't let Kam near him if he's going to be his worst." A tight-lipped smile is R'hin's answer to Bayan's speculation. "I wouldn't settle into a rash opinion just yet," is all he says by way of parting. With a nod, the bronze weyrling pushes away from the rock, striding towards the weyrling barracks. The faint trembling that can be felt underfoot and the soft whisper of rustling wings in the dark nearby indicates Leiventh's not far behind him. You stride into the weyrling barracks. |
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