Logs:Of Promotions
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| RL Date: 7 August, 2007 |
| Who: R'hin, Shanlee |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 16, Month 1, Turn 12 (Interval 10) |
| You vault down Leiventh's side to the ground, the dragon's sparkling eyes watching closely. Ice Lake Shore(#5888RJ$) A slope of green grass leads to the shore of a small but deep lake; on all other sides of the lake are peaks of rock upthrust some two dragonlengths from the water's surface. To the southwest a rough trail leads out towards Ruatha Hold. Easily muddied by overenthusiastic dragons, the grassy beach has room for only a few of Pern's protectors before becoming crowded. Contents: Leiventh Obvious exits: Rough Path SKy LAke Your location's current time: 2:38 on day 16, month 1, Turn 13, of the Interval. It is a winter night. Shanlee has arrived. Kaylith has arrived. The Ice Lake, freezing at most times of the Turn, is even worse in the middle of winter; the new Turn has not been kind, and warmth of any sort bleeds out this high up. Thus it should be of no surprise that this area is deserted in the middle of a winter's night. Leiventh, however, has passed on a visual to Kaylith, and with it a command to present herself and her rider, confident of being obeyed. The bronze is settled by the lake, statuesque as ever, half-lidded eyes vaguely watching R'hin. The Weyrleader's pacing up and down, hands shoved into his pockets, his breath pluming in the chill air, distracted and distant. The difference in the cold of *between* and that of the upper atmosphere's of the Ice Lake are negligible as Kaylith spirals downward to land lightly where Leiventh is situated. Making her way down the little green's side Shan bothers only with tugging her helmet and goggles off all other flight gear kept firmly in place against the cold. A few moments are taken to regard the Weyrleader's demeanor, until with a firm set of mouth and expression, the petite wingsecond makes her way over, gloved hands tucked up under her arms to leech what warmth she can for them "Evening R'hin." If her tone carries an edge of wariness, its likely due to the unusual summons, not to mention the location and time of night. A low, rumbling greeting is offered by Leiventh, the bronze not even moving as Kaylith's descent stirs the air nearby. "Wingsecond." In stark contrast to Shanlee's easy greeting, R'hin is oddly formal, sharp, pale eyes settling on her a moment before drifting to Kaylith, giving the green his usual, respectful tip of head. The greenrider knows him well enough by now to read the formality as a cover for tension, fingers gesturing towards Leiventh's saddlebags as he strides towards them to pull free a bottle of wine, "Share a glass with me. I've need of the company. The Lord Crom's an ass and I'm tired of him," the words are delivered with a blandness that can't quite negate the undercurrent of irritation. Fine brows lift marginally to the formality coming from R'hin, but slips into the manner easily enough as green eyes search the pale blue for any hints of where it may be coming from. The Lord Crom being mentioned, brings a faint curl of lip "Still as trying as ever I take it, Sir." She does however, follow the Weyrleader's progress to the saddlebags with her attention, though doesn't move to follow "Then if company is what you wish, I'm glad to be of service." a light dip of head, but not enough to cover the interest showing through "What is his contention this time?" Kaylith's return greeting is a soft croon directed to both Leiventh and his rider before settling herself into a tight ball of nose to tail. "He insists there's no percentage in closing some of his more distant mineholds. No -percentage-," R'hin snorts, dismissive and angry all in the one gesture. "Except the lives of his men, and of -mine-," the last word comes out as a growl, fingers clenching around the bottle for a moment before he relaxes his grip, exhaling. Eyes flicker to Shanlee briefly, then back to the process of extracting and filling glasses, offering one to the woman. "He, like me, had plans for the Interval, but he is unwilling to give them up after investing so much to expand further." Finally the few steps needed to take Shan to the Weyrleader's side are made, eyes kept on the snow covered ground as she does. Once she brings her head up, however, there's a distinct narrowing of eyes "Then the man is fool. Even with the FEWS system we can only protect so much at any one time." A sigh of exasperation clouds out onto the air "But lo and behold if thread falls and wreaks havoc out there. We'll be taken to task for not doing our jobs." The glass offered is eyed as the wingsecond extracts a glove from a hand and then takes it up from R'hin with a smile of thanks. Silence for a moment and not drinking yet as something occurs to her "Crom borders Telgar's sweep coverage doesn't it?" whatever is about to added is cut off as she replies rather to the bronzerider's last "Some people don't take change very well. And some yet further still, yearn for marks over practicalities and common sense." "A fool he may be, but he is a Lord too, and of the Blood." The words are clipped, pushed out as reluctant concession indeed as R'hin's gaze settles and steadies on Shanlee's as the glass is given into her care. Her observation earns an interested tip of head, brows flickering upwards in silent query of her statement, brief nod given to confirm her words. "It is ironic, that had Thread not fallen, he and I would have gotten on very well together. Both with big plans for the future-- he would have made a large profit, and been happy for us to be less dependant on him-- I daresay he would've even thrown his support behind us." Regret skitters across the bronzerider's features, gloved fingers curling around his glass, staring into it. "I need your help, Shan," he says, quietly, formality gone as if it never was, the words exhaled. "Of the Blood." the words repeated with a slight curl of bitterness to them, which Shan manages to swallow with that first sip of wine. Confirmation attained, eyes slip off the Weyrleader and out over the darkened lake while he speaks of plans made and halted for the future "It would have been so good." the reply coming low with her own regret for what could now no longer be. R'hin's last is met with a sharp swing of attention back to him, concern all too evident in the wingsecond's eyes "How?" the simply, spoken singular query already giving her agreement to do so. "It would have been -grand-," R'hin corrects her gently, eyes shining, intensity in his deep voice, "We would have had freedom our kind haven't known in a long time. But--" he doesn't finish his sentence, interrupting himself with a shake of head. "Now I'm consumed by a different future." His eyes are distant again, and he takes a gulp from his glass, falling into a silence so long it might seem like he's forgotten the greenrider's even there. "I'm sorry," the words are a quiet murmur, and are followed by an exhale, then: "I said I would use you, and I must. I need your strength, your ideas, your support, or I fear things will fall apart. People will dislike you simply because I chose you, or because you're too young, or they're jealous-- all sorts of reasons." Pale eyes are fixed on her, and a faint smile curves his lips as he steps closer, reaching for her free hand to press a Weyrsecond's knot into it. "The only thing you need know is that I have faith in you." The light shining in R'hin's eyes brings a wry curl of mouth "You would have lead us to a great future." Tilting the glass in his direction in silent toast, Shan can't but help the next "What is our new future?" the Weyrleader studied closely. "Never be sorry for having a vision R'hin. It's what give people hope, whether they understand the reasoning at the time or not. Aimless wanderings breed discontent." Having reached out her free hand to press fingers lightly against his arm in a reassuring gesture, the wingsecond snatches it back quickly when the knot is produced. Petite frame gone stiff, and fine features paling, the intricate knots are eyed as if they might bite. Eyes dart quickly back up to the Weyrleader's face "What? Because Lord Crom can't see reason?" the dark red head shakes slowly from side to side "That's simple enough to remedy. Strike an accord with Telgar to cover Crom from both sides and that way preserve our combined resources and lives." Yes, she's rambling in confusion. Only to halt and add carefully "I don't need that." a gloved hand waving at the knot "To offer advice or be used." "I--" R'hin exhales, slowly, "It teeters on a narrow precipice, right now. It could go either way-- great benefit or great ruination, but great either way, I expect." There's a hint of amusement in the Weyrleader's words, and as she snatches her hand back from the knot, lips tighten. Pale eyes narrow briefly as she mentions striking a deal with Telgar, cool voice evidencing his response to that particular suggestion: "We look after our own, and no, you don't need it. -I- do." He watches her with the even, expectant patience of one who has already decided and simply waits for her to accept it, too. Shanlee's still exchanging her attention between that knot and the Weyleader's face searching guardedly for the moment he starts to laugh and tell her he was pulling her leg. Hastily a large swallow of wine is taken, then her chin lifts stubbornly and the wingsecond dares in return "Now is not the time to be insular. Not when -our- lives and those of our riders are being endangered by another man's foolishness." But eventually, she does have to come back to what's being asked of her. Long moments pass as her eyes now fasten onto the little bundle of emerald green that doesn't seem to be awake except for the puff of snow indicating a snort uttered. With a long exhale of breath, R'hin's eyes are searched out once again "And Satiet?" likely needing to know if she numbered amongst those likely to be against the appointment. Neither laughter nor jesting expression is evident in R'hin's expression; he is sober, serious, perhaps a little strained. "Perhaps," comes the eventual concession. "You may try and convince me later, Weyrsecond." The title bestowed with a hint of relish, the latter question earns a surprised quirk of brow: "What of her? I decide who will lead the wings." There is perhaps, the faintest twitch of lips, ever so brief, that might indicate the Weyrwoman will be little surprised indeed with the news. Her own expression turned serious and still carrying the edges of wariness, Shan nods briefly to R'hin's first, challenge lighting the green depths of her eyes to attempt to do just exactly that - convince him. His use of the title and words of the Weyrwoman however, draws a long steady study of him, before moving glass to gloved hand and the bare one extends toward the knot. "Regret...." the word drawn out "....can be an awful thing, R'hin. I...." fine brows draw together as she falters "You will tell me, if you find you've been mistaken in this?" the last spoken quietly and in hesitant agreement to accepting the position. "I once promised you honesty, Shan, in return for my use of you. I'll not turn aside on my word to you," R'hin assures her, a glint of satisfaction in pale eyes as she reaches for the knot. "Drink," he bids her, with a nod towards her glass. "It's cold, and I've a desire to seat myself by a hearth soon-- unless you'd care to join me to finish off the rest of the bottle in celebration?" Canting her head to one side, Shan allows a glimmer of smile to touch through "You did indeed. A man of his word is indeed a rare find." A low wry chuckle spills out in puffs of misted air "When I pledged to pay back my life debt to the weyr, this certainly wasn't what I had mind." Recovering some of her equanimity, the now weyrsecond, attempts small humor "A warm hearth and good bottle never go amiss in my eyes. Though I don't know if I'll be celebrating or acclimitasing." "It rarely is." The Weyrleader's mood seems subtly altered from when the greenrider first arrived - he's a little less tense now, a jovial smile even creeping up at her words. "Perhaps a bit of both. I'll see you back home?" A tip of head indicates the direction of the Weyr, already turning to stride towards Leiventh, draining his glass in one hit before moving to mount smoothly, the pair waiting a beat or two. As an afterthought, Shan calls over her shoulder "So does this mean I get to drown puppies with you and M'wen now?" harkening back to their very first meeting when she'd arrived at the weyr. "I'm going to regret this, I just know I am." the words are spoken with mock sincerity however as she too makes her way over to Kaylith having handed the now emptied glass back to R'hin "See you back home." Given in confirmation as she mounts up and prepares to follow the bronze pair out. |
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