Logs:Of Threats and Deals
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| RL Date: 30 July, 2006 |
| Who: Bayan, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 26, Month 7, Turn 8 (Interval 10) |
| Your location's current time: 22:09 on day 26, month 7, Turn 58, of the Tenth Pass. It is a summer evening. You wander off toward the beach. Ista Weyr Beach: North(#522RJMs) Sunset at the beach: as the cool wind blows in from over the waters, the sallow sun slips below the wave-tossed sea that fades from green to black. The light of Rukbat washes the beach, the forests to your south, and the great black rock of the Weyr behind you in crimson light. The stars climb up over the Weyr and the plateau to your east, rising above the mist cast by the dancing waterfall that glows in a million firey rainbows. The black sands of the beach stretch for kilometres to the north and south, following the shoreline of the plateau. Below the pastel beauty of the blue-green sunset sky to the west, the dark smudges of the Ista Isles float on the sea, like the coils of some mythical monster. The wet summer season oppresses the island with high humidity and sweltering temperatures. As the sun sets, the sun shines from a clear, blue sky and the air hardly moves more than a whisper. To the northwest, a bridge arches over the stream. To the south, the beaches continue to where long docks stretch far into the bay. Contents: Bayan Leonneth Maxeoth Dajianth(#3403Vaeps) Leiventh Boskyth Kyreth Alaruth Marsath(#3408QVaeps$) Centh Obvious exits: Plateau Docks WaterFall The Sandbar Sea Glass of dark liquid in hand, R'hin strides, unhurried, out of the sandbar, eyes flickering first in Leiventh's direction. The bronze doesn't stir and, pleased, the bronzerider begins to whistle a jaunty tune, one of his regular ones, leaving no mistake as to just who is walking towards the plateau. What a climb! You manage to trudge your way *all* the way up to the top of the plateau, up the long winding trail. You realize again why this beach visit is always so tiring. Ista Weyr Plateau(#1094RJs) In the slanting light of sunset, everything is bathed in golden light. The Istan Plateau is barely visible here on ground level for what it is: a mass of lava that flowed out from the broken line of the northwestern Istan bowl toward and into the sea. The rich soil of the plateau yields a lush dusky emerald and violet carpet of vegetation. The plateau suddenly ends at the sea in a high sloping cliff. You can see the rainbow of a roaring waterfall at the center edge, fed from a large pool that dragons often are found bathing in. A well-worn trail leads south from the plateau and down to the black volcanic sands of the island's beaches. The massive spires of the five black Spindles rise out of the ebon rock of the far side of the Weyr bowl to loom menacingly, distant yet still stark against the sky. The massive black stone of the Weyr seems to absorb all the sunset light falling on it. The wet summer season oppresses the island with high humidity and sweltering temperatures. As the sun sets, the sun shines from a clear, blue sky and the air hardly moves more than a whisper. Paths lead down to the beach and back toward the Weyr around the corrals. Obvious exits: Path to Bowl Pool and Garden Forest Corrals Trail to Beach Leiventh> Bayan is standing right at the water's edge, hands behind his back. While he doesn't see him, he knows the bronzerider is there and moving. Glaring, he follows. Leiventh> Bayan walks up the long winding path to the top of the plateau. Leiventh> Bayan has left. Bayan trudges his way up the long path from the beaches. Bayan has arrived. "You think you're smooth, don't you," he quips in a cool tone behind R'hin, his anger apparent. "Think I'm just going to let you walk on by, making passing at her? Why don't you face up to your choices." The rogue folds his arms across his chest, clearly challenging. The whistling continues until the bronzerider's sure he's gotten his intended adversary's attention. Despite the sharpness of the climb, R'hin takes it easily, sipping from his glass as he halts at the top. "Beautiful view," he eventually comments, cool in contrast to Bayan's heat. The rogue's words elicit a twitch of brows. "Which choices are they? My apologies, good rogue, I hadn't even considered -your- feelings when I began sleeping with your sister. How terrible of me!" The rogue shakes his head, "Beutiful view," he drawls, "that's the /last/ thing you want to talk about right now." Stepping forward, "You've stepped over the line, R'hin. You dare talk lightly of your doings with her in my presence? You clearly are being a fool." With a snort, he seems to size the rider up, "So here's the thing. This...whatever with Ayana...it's over, effective immediately." There's a tone of finality to his voice, his easy demeanor long gone. "Who is the bigger fool? The fool, or the fool who follows? Always wondered about that statement, now it kind of makes sense," R'hin's voice is kept low, in deference to those that pass by the plateau on their way to the beach, or back towards the Weyr itself, though it's pitched well enough to carry the flippancy of his words. The threat is taken with a tip of head, as if intrigued. "Interesting," is all he says at first, the glass in his hand swirled for a moment in contemplation. "You demand something from me that I am finding myself... reluctant... to give up. Surely, if you expect me to comply, there should be some matter of compensation. It is, after all, expected in your circles... no?" It's hard to tell whether he's being serious or merely baiting the erstwhile Igenite, though his expression seems to convey solemnity. Bayan sneers at him, almost losing his cool, "You think I'm playing?" he throws at him, another step R'hin's way. "You're.../reluctant/? There /is/ no compensation for this. You either leave Ayana alone, or face consequences. Kam knows and has the grace to leave this...matter, to me." He smirks at the jibe of his profession, seeming to give a mocking bow, "In more than you know," is all he'll say to it, "which you should be more courteous. I have friends in many places you don't know about." This, indeed, is a threat. "Do you think I am?" R'hin's calm voice is mild by way of retort. "If you do, then you misapprehend me greatly." He sips again from his glass, though an astute observer would note the level of liquid doesn't really seem to diminish noticeably. The threat is noted, with another tip of head, as if Bayan's suddenly done something of interest to him. "Do you believe you are the only one who can make that claim, Bayan of Igen? Your terms are unacceptable," he states, flatly. "You make demands on the strength of your threats. Instead, I propose a debt, to be owed to me. Then, you shall have what you want, and there shall be no need to take this any further." Bayan scoffs, "What?" he asks in a frown. "I'm not here to make deals with you, R'hin. I owe you /nothing/." Stated flatly and coolly. "You're not in a position to be making any kind of deals, rider. It's not how it works in our business, and Ayana is not a mark to be bargained with." Stepping forward, much closer to R'hin's safety level, "You're lucky this night, dragonman. If I were currently in the Reaches and again, I'd be more than happy to settle this there right now. As it is, I'm needed in Fort." He doesn't elaborate on that, either. "I'll be back in a day or two, so think well of this. This is simply a....warning. You either back away from what's ours or face consequences. /That's/ the deal...got it?" The rogue gives him a stone cold look, prompting for an answer. "You, Igenite, are hardly in a position to be making demands, either," R'hin points out, coolly. The arrogance that usually surroundings him is there, but it is more now: a sense of supreme confidence, of superiority. "It's convenient how often you claim to wish to settle things with me, but are suitably distracted. Have a care for throwing your baseless threats out, for you've very little idea of the consequences that will come from it. If you think I've been a nuisance for you until now," a low throated chuckle, "Well, you'll find out otherwise." A tip of head, and the bland observation, "Ayana is no longer yours. She's a dragonrider. You and yours cannot rely on her loyalty. You and I both know that, so you needn't act as if -I- am the cause of her going against you. She's a mind of her own, and she -is- your family, after all." Bayan finally chuckles, his own arrogance leaking through, "I'm in a better position than you," he returns in a drawl smoothly. "I have the better cards, and I know how to play them. And how am I /distracted/? Just because I'm leaving you without a bloody nose this night?" A smirk forms, spreading both hands out in a challenge, "Unless a brawl is what you wanted after all. You can't intimidate me. All you're good at is talk and taking someone's sister. A nuisance is /all/ you are." At the talk of Ayana, his hazel eyes narrow, "Her 'place' with us is of no concern of yours," he says in a no-nonsense tone. I know her reasons better than you ever will, rider, so don't assume to know what she's about just because she's in your bed for the moment." A beat. "Why are you with her?" he suddenly asks. "To find out our secrets? To annoy us? If that's the case, then I suggest you go to the source rather than use my sister." "Really? Is that what you think?" R'hin seems, if anything, intrigued. Eyes flicker upwards, thoughtfully. "Interesting." An indulgent smile is offered as his free hand spreads out, "Everyone tells me that all you're good at is talk, as well. Should I believe that?" The query regarding Ayana is met with a level look. "Despite your misguided beliefs about your place in the world, and my own, you have no power with which to compel me to answer. You're welcome to speculate all you would. I do wonder," his finger taps against his lip, "What would bother you more? The fact that I might be sleeping with her simply to get back at you? Or the fact that I might actually feel something for her... and vice versa?" Pale eyes glitter, guarded, as he stares musingly at Bayan. Bayan does not look the least bit amused by the bronzerider's seeming tone of arrogance. At his indulgent smile, the rogue sneers, "Believe what you wish," he retorts haughtingly, "but while my talk is all smooth, don't underestimate what I can do. I was going easy on you before, letting all your insults slide over me because you were a weyrling and I promised your assistant weyrlingmaster. Now that you've gone and graduated, I no longer feel compelled to hold that old promise. Your insults will no longer go unanswered with me, dragonman. Be best to watch your step." At his question, his hazel eyes flash dangerously, fist clenching at his sides, "According to Satiet, you feel nothing," he quips coolly, "which I hope to be the truth....cuz you won't have her." He sounds confident, the challenge in his eyes again. If anything, R'hin looks momentarily surprised. "I don't underestimate you, itinerant," he says, "If I had, I wouldn't have paid the least bit of attention to your blustering the minute you stepped into High Reaches Weyr. I am... shall we say, excellent judge of the nature of people." The words seem to amuse him, lips curving briefly. The newest threat, once issued, elicits an even nod, though isn't met with more words; he's already said his piece on that particular topic. "The lady of the spires," he says, with a glint of amusement, "Also seems to be an excellent judge of people." Which almost, oddly, seems confirmation of the weyrwoman's words. "Then if you feel nothing," Bayan takes on easily, "you should leave her be and be on your merry. She's not worth the trouble you're about to get into, R'hin....especially if all you're doing is playing with her. That'll earn you some trouble you've not known. Kamer can be very...persuasive, and since you're looking to meet him.." he trails off, hazel eyes glinting in dark amusement. After a moment, "Like I said, this is a warning. I won't warn you again. I hear of this...thing...continuing, I /will/ be paying you a visit. If you're really lucky, Kam will be too. I've yet to see him step foot in a Weyr for anyone, but, you're becoming a threat we would not like to have. You're getting too close for your own good." He flashes a brief grin, "Since we're all such excellent judges of character, then you'll heed these words well. Don't make me have to act on them." His eyes go in the direction of the bar, "Aya means the world to me, but some things I just can't allow," he says in a lower voice. "I do wish to meet Kamer. If he's willing to make a housecall, so much the better," R'hin seems to take the threat with an odd kind of flippancy. "I'll even throw in a tour of our lovely Weyr." The glass is once more lifted to his lips, the bronzerider's pretence of indulgence continued. "Interesting," he observes, thoughtfully, "That it is unacceptable for Aya to be with me, but you, and a goldrider? The very symbol of authority for a Weyr? -That- is something you're able to -allow- yourself to indulge in. Unless you're simply playing, in which case, you've no basis to be pointing fingers, Igenite." The rogue gives a derisive snort, "If you were wise, you would not be wanting to meet him at all," he states evenly. "You're building up quite the sheet with him, and he's not pleased. Weyr tours will be the least on his list." With his threats being either ignored or smoothed over the bronzerider, the itinerant gives into a deep chuckle. Shaking his head, "Sure, bring the goldrider into this," he muses smoothly. "I've no need to explain my relations in Fort with you, R'hin. What I have is...controlled. I know what I'm doing with her...do /you/ know what you're doing with Aya? I wouldn't start in on what I do without checking yourself. There's only one person in this equation that has been suspicious of me and mine, and it's not her." There's a pause, his smirk twitching in sudden thought of something. "I can take care of authority," is all the rogue says on the matter. "The two situations are different. As of now, you're more the threat than she is." "Certainly," R'hin points out with an easy wave of hand, "You've no need to explain your relations in Fort anymore than I've a need to explain my relations with Aya to you - no? You demand a great many things, Bayan of Igen, and expect that gold showers will rain down on you for free. If you continue to expect something for nothing, then you know very little of the ways of the world. Being that your family are traders by... official nature, I'd think you at least would be cognizant of that fact." A beat, then almost exactly as Bayan had asked him, he echoes: "Why are you with her?" From a distance, Maxeoth flies up from the beach. From a distance, Maxeoth flies to the upper bowl sky, rising on some thermals as he climbs. Leiventh> Maxeoth senses that Leiventh's crimson tones are sharp, perhaps conveying a hint of cool anger, kept largely in check, intrigued as he watches you vanish. « Are you and yours well? And everything at the sandbar? » Leiventh senses that Maxeoth's tone is thoughtful, « We are well. Mine was upset at your actions, but he enjoyed the sandbar it seems. » Bayan raises his eyebrow at the bronzerider, "You assume with mine that there's something going on," he puts in smoothly. "It's obvious Aya's been running her mouth, and she doesn't know everything. As for getting what I want for free...isn't that the name of the game? The ways of the world depend on /what/ world you're living in. Your rules in the Weyr don't apply to me, rider. In the outside, anything goes as long as you can own up to it." As to the comment of his family, Bayan gives a smirk, "Official, huh?" is all he says on that, finding that part cryptically interesting. There's a long pause, as though considering R'hin's last question. "Why?" he echoes, "Who ever said I was with her? Who ever said that I wasn't?" Spreading his hands wide, the rogue delivers his small riddle smoothly, "You can think of it as you will. Just keep a mind of my warning and stay away from my sister." He steps back, seeming ready to depart as he keeps a cool look on him. Leiventh> Maxeoth senses that Leiventh's surprised, and so too, it seems, is his rider. « Upset? Why? » Leiventh senses that Maxeoth's tones seem confused, « That I do not know, im sure yours will ask when the oppurtunity arises. » "You're certainly free," R'hin says, pointedly, "To give me as much information on your relationship with the goldrider as I am on mine." A beat, then, mildly: "Who said I was talking about the rules of the Weyr?" There's a distinct pause here, eyes flickering out, as if entranced by the view for a moment, though Bayan's probably spent enough time around riders to determine the cause of that particular expression. The latter comment isn't responded to, and indeed for a moment a purse of lips is given, before he turns sharply on his heel, walking back towards the beach without another word, nor any parting shot. You walk the long, long trail down to the beach. Sand and grit make the going slippery, as the trail grows steep at times. After a long while, you end up on the dark sands of the beach. Ista Weyr Beach: North(#522RJMs) The shoreline stretches out before you, water lapping up against the black sand. The two moons' light reflects off of the calm waters of Big Bay, creating a serene atmosphere. Behind you, the plateau of Ista Weyr rises upwards, water cascading off of it, forming a beautiful waterfall. The water leads out to the sea, which stretches almost endlessly to the west. The wet summer season oppresses the island with high humidity and sweltering temperatures. As the sun sets, the sun shines from a clear, blue sky and the air hardly moves more than a whisper. To the northwest, a bridge arches over the stream. To the south, the beaches continue to where long docks stretch far into the bay. Contents: Leiventh Marsath(#3408QVaeps$) Obvious exits: Plateau Docks WaterFall The Sandbar Sea Leiventh> I bespoke Maxeoth with « Mine returns to the Reaches now. Would yours care to talk? » It's a good while before R'hin walks back down from the plateau, expression guarded and inscrutable. Although he casts the briefest of glances towards the Sandbar, it's clear he has no intention of heading in that direction as his stride doesn't falter in the slightest. Long steps carry him quickly to Leiventh's side, a brief nod given as if imparting instructions, before he climbs atop, the cinnamon bronze aloft and disappearing into between scant moments later. You jump up onto Leiventh's back, using his foreleg as a step. You leap up and are borne aloft by the winds. |
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