Logs:Of Tradition
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| RL Date: 26 September, 2006 |
| Who: Ayana, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 1, Month 4, Turn 9 (Interval 10) |
| Your location's current time: 20:05 on day 1, month 4, Turn 59, of the Tenth Pass. It is a spring evening. Leiventh senses that Kyreth that there's a clear call mixed with the winds of a hot desert storm, « We come! » is all that's said. Leiventh> Kyreth senses that Leiventh's acknowledgement is wordless, crimson splashes flowing against the desert storm, fading immediately. Weyrleader Ledges(#12138RJLs) A flight of steps worn smooth with time lead up to a broad flat area with enough room for a gold and her consort to sprall and lounge. Openings lead to a room used for conferences, the Weyrwoman's private room, and the hatching sands themselves. A round table of well polished hardwood sits in one corner and is surrounded by chairs. Contents: Leiventh Obvious exits: Weyrleader SeniorWeyrWoman Bowl Passageway to the Hatching Grounds Council Chamber Sky Ayana comes up the steps from the bowl. Ayana has arrived. Kyreth comes up the steps from the bowl. Kyreth has arrived. It's late evening on a cool spring night, though the lack of any breeze makes it easy for a Reachian long used to the cool weather to go without a jacket. R'hin is seated at the round table, looking tired, a slew of hides spread across the surface. Elbows are planted on the table's top, reading intently whatever material lies in front of him. Leiventh is settled comfortably on the ledge, seemingly taking the change in homes in his stride, all things considered. Not even the slightest hint of movement mars the bronze, even when he alerts his rider to the impending visitor. "Mm? Oh," R'hin frowns, runs his hand through his hair, and looks up in time to catch Kyreth's landing in the bowl below. The hide is rolled up, and set aside in a small pile. Kyreth and rider do wink in from Between landing smartly on the unfamiliar ledge. Ayana is quick to jumps down, eyes scanning the new area before settling on R'hin and his bronze. There's a long pause as she just stays where she's at, looking at him with an unreadable expression before she walks forward and pauses again at the table. Looking around again before giving his face careful scrutiny, "I don't even know what to say," she begins, rubbing absently at her neck, "other than... I can't believe it." A pause. "How are you taking it, R'hin?" and she places a hand on his back, a very gentle touch. "Most people don't," R'hin responds with familiar humor. "Know what to say, that is. Other than 'how could this have happened'. It bears strongly on my luck theory, though." He half rises from his seat, indicating the chair next to him before sinking back down. He's oddly formal, influenced perhaps by where they are, one hand dropping to the pile of hides as if to rearrange them. Ayana notes the other seat and moves to take it, her eyes never straying away from R'hin as she does so. Once seated, "How could this have happened..." she echoes that one, almost considering it as a question of her own before shaking her head. "Well, these things are what goes on in a Weyr after all," she replies quietly. "The thread of tradition continues." She notes his formal tone, tilting her head slightly at him before following his hand movements to the hides before him. "Should I congratulate," she asks now, "or mourn?" The query is in wry amusement, shaking her head slightly at him. "You didn't seem the type to me that ever dreamed of one day being Weyrleader." "Tradition," R'hin echoes that with a dark tone, almost dismissive, hand waving the words away. "As for which? I can't say yet myself. Most, I think, chose the latter, which is probably not unfounded." Pale gaze flickers over Ayana for a while, before shifting to Leiventh. "It was not... something I planned," he admits, with a curl of lips that is more grimace than smile. "But, we must play the cards we are dealt." Fingers tap in absent restlessness against the table's top. "I have no need for tradition myself," Ayana also says in a low voice. "You know my views as it is." His choice of words get a small grin, "Kam told me it was like Baye had died when he found out," she muses with an arched brow, "which reminds me...Kam, atleast, will be looking to meet with you. Thought I'd give a heads-up." Her hazel gaze lingers over R'hin, "I know the feeling," she says seriously, "and you're right. I do wonder how drastically this will change things," she admits with a faint grin. "I've grown rather fond of you, and it'll be interesting seeing you now as..." and she just nods at the surroundings as though that's indication enough. Her eyes drop to those restless fingers, "So what now?" she's propelled to ask him in the silence. An odd expression crosses R'hin's features at the mention of Kamer. Kind of dark, speculative, wary. "I'd thought he might want to avoid me now, given my... situation." His words are thoughtful, however, and he doesn't seem entirely opposed to the idea. "I'll keep an eye out for him. I'm sure he knows how to get a message to me." A twitch of lips, then, "It seems everyone knows my name, now. It's a little disconcerting." An exhale of breath bespeaks uneasy frustration. "Now? I don't know. I barely know where to start. Josilina and I differ on some things, on others not so much. I suppose it's a matter of finding balance, now." If she meant anything else with that question, he seems oblivious to it. There's an odd expression of anger when Ayana speaks of the eldest, a cold smirk appearing briefly as she states, "I have no clue why wouldn't he. He clearly stated my position so to the knowledge of his plans. Or lack thereof." She looks away then, letting the anger diffuse for a moment. "It'll get worse," she adds, "when everyone /really/ knows your name. You won't be able to avoid it. But," and she sighs, "it's good you and Josilina can get along. I heard she...she threw you out?" and she looks R'hin's way for confirmation. "Finding balance is good, though. I really hope that works out." There's a long pause before she looks over at him. "I also meant," she finally adds wryly, "if does this mean I get to miss you." There's that small indication that it's a question, though for the most part it's spoken as a statement. R'hin seems more puzzled than anything over Ayana's statements as to her eldest sibling, thoughtful expression fixed on the brownrider, noting that anger. He seems, as with Bayan, inclined to let the subject of their sibling drop, blinking a moment. "Threw me out?" a curl of lips follows. "That's a new one. I mean, granted, she wasn't exactly any happier than I about what happened, but..." he chuckles, low, amused, though that fades under the serious nature of her question, guarded all of a sudden. "Aya, we're not... you know I've always said I didn't want anything serious. I'll see you as I can, just like before, but I don't know what this will mean. I don't know if I'll have time," he admits, honestly. "I've yet to figure out what will happen." Ayana grins, "Well, that's what I heard," she says about the rumor. "It 'did' seem alittle plausible, but...who knows with goldriders, hm?" That grin begins to fade, looking slightly away from R'hin's words, "Yeah, you did," she agrees absently, her own expression suddenly guarded as she stares at nothing. There's a faint grimace before it all fades into something resembling resignation, looking back at R'hin as though the pause never happened. "It's alright," she says with a grin, "I have a feeling things will be busy pretty soon. Ofcourse, I'll always hope to see you when you do have the time, but I know how things can be. Besides," she adds with a shake of her head, "darker days are coming." For whom, she leaves out, but she continues on briskly. "I do still hope to do our drinking challenge someday, R'hin. Definitely during a time when it isn't so busy, ofcourse, but I'm not one to ever forget," and she nods firmly to this. The slight furrowing of brow, and the long, careful scrutiny R'hin gives the Igen brownrider suggests the grimace and the pause that accompanies it does not go unnoticed. "I'm not-- I'm not in a position to promise anything, and I won't be for a while," his low words are intended to be soothing, though it's hard to say if they'll be taken as such by the other. A beat, then without a trace of glibness, he agrees, "Yes, darker days for all of us. We shall make of them what we can." A rueful expression creeps across his features, hands lifting from the table and interlacing behind his head as he leans back, "I didn't imagine you would. Forget, that is." Ayana looks at R'hin and his soothing words, giving him a reassuring, but faint, grin. "I wouldn't be stupid enough to demand, either," she says wryly. "You need to find your berrings. This can knock anyone about hard, and it's going to take time to adjust. Everything will be fine, and we'll see each other when a moment comes." She flashes a grin at his agreement, "We will indeed," she says, some of that grin fading as the words come out firmly. At R'hin's rueful expression, she could only chuckle and shake her head, "Unless you want me to rescind it, that is," she puts in mildly. "I understand if you think you can't beat me. Many do come to that conclusion after a while, and you 'did' have quite a time to think about it. I can take the default win with grace." "I'll say," there's a hint of humor, but there's an oddly fervent tone to R'hin's voice at the same time. The mock growl is given in response to her offer to rescind the challenge, "Don't be so hasty to come to such conclusions, lass. They'll be time enough for challenges in the future. But," he gives a weary sigh and a glance at Leiventh, "Not tonight, I'm afraid. I've many more of these to get through," his hand waves at the pile of hides, "And more yet awaiting my attention." Ayana grins more and rolls her eyes, though it's not so clear that there's something off about the brownrider. She lets the teasing and grins mask it however as puts in, "Hm, still thinking you can, then?" she muses in mild humor. "I must say, this is a first...but alright, I'll keep the offer there for another time. I was /really/ looking forward towards that default win, but I don't like to get things so easy." She looks down at the pile of hides again, some of that humor abating, "I think you'll be fine," she finally says, not really addressing the problem with the hidework as she looks up at him. "You'll do well, R'hin. Faranth help the Weyr if someone like /me/ gets into a position," she quips in humor. "I'm afraid I'm finding it harder and harder to be a good little brownrider." A pause. "If I've come at a bad time, I can leave. I don't want you up all night just because of a social call." "I'll do it, but I don't know if I'll do it well," R'hin confesses blandly. "What everyone's saying about me - they might not be that wrong. Of course, being stubborn and obstinate helps - and the fact that Leiventh refuses to let me even consider standing down." A jerk of sandy head is given in the bronze's direction, though Leiventh doesn't even stir, despite being fully aware of the attention on him. A beat or two, as he glances at the hides. "Not a bad time, but not a great one. But," his voice lowers abruptly, "I can spare -enough- time," he says, the look he gives her and the slight twitch of lips abruptly inviting. "No one's perfect," Ayana says with a shrug. "Shells, who would want to be? You just...do what needs to be done, hm? Don't try to please everyone." A beat. "You were considering standing down?" she echoes with a blink. "Is that even allowed? And Leiventh refuses, huh? I see," and she gives the bronze a curious glance. The brownrider's quick to pick up the hint, hazel eyes looking from the dragon to his rider blankly before the corners of her lips begins to curl. "Enough is good," she drawls in amusement, whatever that was bothering her melting away in her eyes. Offering R'hin her hand, "You lead, I follow," she just says, the look returned pretty much in the same regard as his own. "Weyrleaders have stood down before. Normally not immediately after the flight, but.." it's clear R'hin'd considered it seriously, and it's just as clear it's no longer an option for him. He rises, brushing away some of the hides for later, reaching to take Ayana's hand in his own, the roughened pads of his fingers playing over her skin as he leads her into his new weyr. You wander into an archway leading into the Weyrleader's weyr. Inner Weyr - R'hin A sense of long-standing tradition pervades this space, the polished hardwood furniture that decorates the room having seen many a Turn, and many a Weyrleader. A large round table is coupled with a number of chairs, seated comfortably close to the ever-burning hearth. A pot of klah is usually bubbling away, lending its faint scent to the air. Across the room, a well-stocked wine cabinet is seated circumspectly next to a desk that is piled with hides in a haphazard way. A short passageway leads to the bedroom, the bed the newest looking piece of furniture in the whole weyr. A jacket is slung casually across the quilts, the wardrobe and press tucked neatly back in the recesses made just for them. A heavy canvas drape hangs across the archway that leads back out to the ledge, keeping out the cool air of the High Reaches. Obvious exits: Weyrleader Ledges Ayana walks in from the Weyrleaders' ledges. Ayana has arrived. There are boxes still, here and there, and little sign that R'hin has made much of an effort to unpack. He nearly trips on one particular box on his way in, a low curse riding his voice as he steps around it, leading the brownrider through the haphazard piles. "Still settling in," is his low murmur as he leads her towards the bed, about all the words he has the patience for before pulling Ayana down with him. Ayana holds R'hin's hand firmly, returning his touch as she considers his words. "Like you said, you have to play the cards you're dealt with," is all she manages to say as she lets him lead her through the maze of boxes. "Yeah, I can see that," she says warmly to him with a smirk. "Definitely looks nice, though." And it's the the bed that stalls the rest of her words, willing to be pulled down onto it by the Weyrleader as she seals his lips with a needy kiss. It's quite a bit later before R'hin stirs, the cool temperature of the spring evening lending a distinct chill to the air that precludes deep sleep. The new High Reaches Weyrleader has, with apparent alacrity, adjusted to some of the privileges his new position presents, amongst them a hearth of his own. He pulls aside the sheets and rises after drawing on some pants, stoking the fire up. Ayana stirs briefly when R'hin leaves the bed, the chill causing her to shrink in on herself further as the sheets let it in some. Being the light sleeper, it doesn't take long before she's rubbing at her eyes and peering around in the unfamiliar weyr, "R'hin?" is heard in a sleepy voice when she finds the space beside her empty. "Here," R'hin's low voice comes, and moments later he stretches above the hearth to lift the hatch on the glowbasket hanging above. "Just getting it warm in here. Ah, there," he murmurs satisfactorily as the fire begins to burn merrily, the clatter of a pot a moment later suggesting he's putting some klah to boil. Ayana looks over and grins, sitting up more as she pulls the sheets around her more. "Talk about getting the perks," she drawls in amusement as she now notices the hearth for the first time. "Definitely a step up, wouldn't you say?" Her hazel eyes linger on R'hin for a long moment, a grin forming in wordless appreciation. "I'm really not sure it makes it worth it, but it is nice," R'hin confesses with a glance over his shoulder, grinning as he sets the pot on the hearth. "It'll be warm in here soon. You should go back to sleep. I've some more work to take care of before I can afford that luxury." A brief twist of lips. Ayana gives a sleepy chuckle, a yawn forming as she sinks back down into the bed. "You'll make it worth it," she murmurs reassuringly. "If you're anything like me, you won't let anything get you down, handsome. We're just...too strong for that." A stretch. "Just don't...forget that.." and she drifts off to sleep again, hearing his words about doing that exact thing and only giving a faint nod to indicate she's heard it. With sleep, all the inner anger and fear is gone, left by a look of tiredness and peace. R'hin moves back towards the bed, scooping the jacket off the top and pulling it on. He bestows an easy grin down at the sleeping brownrider for a moment, before he turns to quietly pad his way back out to the ledge and the stack of hides awaiting his attention. |
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