Logs:Particular Questions of Impression
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| RL Date: 22 May, 2015 |
| Who: Katriona, Yueth, Kaelige |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Kaelige seeks out a very specific greenrider for very specific questions on Impressing |
| Where: Katriona's Cozy Nooks Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 12, Month 11, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
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>---< Katriona's Cosy Nooks Weyr, Fort Weyr >--------------------------------< Clover-shaped, this weyr is composed of three nooks that meet at the central living space. The first of these is the dragons wallow, with its low-arched opening out to the ledge and sky. Here hooks stud the walls and a long shelf provides space for storing equipment. Beyond the wallow as the walls taper is the entry-way into the irregularly circular living room. Here a braided rug in rusty shades warms the floor and a leather couch, somewhat the worse for wear stands before the hearth. The two other nooks fan out from this space, one primarily intended as a storage and working space, the other set up as a bedchamber with a niche cut into the wall for the bed. A bare mattress lies there with a single fur folded at the foot. More linens required! Along all of the walls, shelving and little curio spaces have been carved to hold the riders belongings. -----------------------------< Active Players >----------------------------- Kaelige M 15 5'11" lanky, toned, black hair, blue-green eyes 1s Katriona F 18 5'5" slender, ash blonde hair, green eyes 7s It's been a Turn and a half since Katriona bonded Yueth; the sickliness of the starlit dragon's youth has given way to a merely slight build. Still, worries born early in the relationship fade slowly, if ever; the two remain close fairly constantly. Tonight is no exception; the horrible weather has kept them from stargazing outside, and so Katriona has settled in to read to Yueth. Every now and then, she falters over a complex word; it would seem Yueth's taste in evening reading material is hardly children's stories, for the greenrider is trying her best to read an economic study of the Fort region aloud. He had seen her in passing both back then and more recently. And the trip short, not one for making all too much small talk one could assume. "Weyrwoman Hattie recommended I talk to a rider or two about Impression." Kaelige had told some caverns workers, though the fact he asked specifically after Katriona was a peculiar thing that no particular person questioned him on. Maybe the greenrider had offered, or maybe he'd been told she was friendly. Whatever the assumptions, it wasn't their business and he spares no waste of breath explaining himself. Regardless, they'd pointed him in the general direction. And given that, his very specialized skill set took him the rest of the way to his destination. The boy, garbed from head to toe in greyed black clothing, tilts his head just-so his face is shaded even as he raps on entranceway. "Anyone home?" Is his voice, pleasant like a snake coiled inches from its strike. Katriona puts aside the book perhaps a little more hastily than is strictly necessary, popping up from her seat beside the silvery-green dragon in a sudden burst of energy. Her hands are clasped behind her back almost habitually as she peers around Yueth to see who's arrived. "Yes?" Upon spotting the boy -- and the fact that he's alone -- a small amount of her energy drains off; perhaps at least some of the frenetic, cheerful attitude she so often wears is an act for the benefit of the Weyr. "Oh... Kael, wasn't it?" Kaelige pauses at the doorway, his own habits lending him to cast his shadowed gaze across all the visible nooks and cranies of the room, only to stop on the dragon herself once satisfied that the weyr is otherwise empty. As he passes through the entranceway, a gloved hand slips over his head to pull back his hood and let it rest bunched at the base of his neck. "Right." He gives Katriona with a faint smile, weighted by an age too old for his face. The smirk he usually has in place has dissolved to something more sincere if not ominious. "Katriona, and yours is Yueth if I remember correctly? I'm.. sorry to bother you." The apology may not be so sincere, but its placement seems appropriate, "I was hoping to talk. Or escape. It's been exhausting, all this." He leaves the latter up for interpretation. Katriona looks the boy over, as if trying to see whether the Weyr has wrought any changes on him yet. Yueth, too, studies him in her own way, and of the two Yueth's gaze is the more unsettling; the dragon stares so deeply that there's a feeling that one could fall into the quicksilver pools of her eyes and drown. Finally, Katriona nods. "It can be exhausting, yes. Candidacy and all." What 'and all' is, she leaves unspoken. "Are you fitting in well, though? Making friends? I find friends can be useful." Kaelige watches Yueth for a long time, as if more curious than he's yet proclaimed on the excuse he used to come up here in the first place. Eventually, blue-green eyes drift back to Katriona to study her- perhaps both as she is now, and her reactions to his wording. "Candidacy is just a bunch of chores, with three hefty meals a day and drinks in between." He raises a dismissive hand and seems almost disgusted at the thought. The boy himself is still terribly skinny, though that may be simply an unfortunate side effect of his mid-growth-spurt time frame given the months he's been here already. "Friends are unnecessary." And he seems rigidly serious in that, though he may be echoing someone else's words. "Aquaintances, though. Plenty of those. Names to use, interests, strengths, weaknesses..." He lets his words drift off as if he could continue on and on. "Have you found yourself fitting in well? Do you want to fit in?" A pause, and he adds, "Does she help?" "Friends are useful," Katriona replies, a little more firmly. "Acquaintances are useful for information, but if something happens -- if they find out who you are, where you're from -- then you want friends. Friends are the ones who'll stand by you, take your side. Cultivate them, and you'll have allies because they won't want to believe their friend was really doing anything 'wrong'." After a moment, she glances over to Yueth. "She does, I admit. She makes it easier. But I was playing at fitting in fairly well before..." "You can make people believe they have such a status without agreeing to it yourself." Kaelige responds with a small dark smile, "Real friends make it easy to get distracted, and can become.." He looks away as he fishes for the word, "collateral damage." He hasn't moved far from the doorway as if uncertain of his degree of welcome; just a couple of paces to ensure his words are blunted enough by the stone walls that prying ears don't overhear. "And she doesn't compromise you?" Kael presses, a tone of skepticism escaping him. "I intend to Impress, but," Here he hesitates, making it almost clear it's not utterly his decision alone to stand, "I've been told dragons tend to be bluntly honest, though others say they're all too individual to say what you're getting into.." "I was worried," Katriona admits finally, glancing over at Yueth. But then she rests a hand on her lifemate's neck, and adds, "But a dragon is almost... they're like part of /you/, especially at first. They won't do anything to willingly harm you. Yueth understands there are some things others can't know; the others have made sure the same is true for theirs. But... it /is/ easier to forget. To question where you belong. After all, if the dragon is part of you, and /they/ belong here..." She shakes her head. "It's easy to get tired of just being a tool in someone else's hand." "That's hard to believe. Hard to imagine for someone out of the loop at least." The sinister boy doesn't seem to be arguementative in that, but just stuck on his skepticism. "And even if it's true, have there been any accidental slips? Anything that's raised questions, dragon-by-fault or otherwise?" He folds his arms, though he doesn't seem tense. Quite the opposite really, with a weight lifted. It's the first time in months he's been able to drop his facade to anyone beyond his firelizard, which hardly counts. "I've only instruction to blend in, not fit in. Though I have a feeling Impression will make that significantly more difficult." Kaelige offers at the note of being a tool. "If it even happens." He feels inclined to add. "Firelizards," Katriona replies, immediately. "People wondered why random peasant kids had firelizards. That's not too normal; I had tried to pretend Hope wasn't mine, but eventually someone noticed, and I got asked about it. Luckily, I was able to pretend I had hidden her because I thought the other Candidates would be jealous, and everyone believed it." "Do you like it here?" A topic change, abrupt as it may be, follows her answer. Kaelige taps a folded finger on his covered arm. "Do you mind pretending, wish you didn't have to? Or do you have other plans." The inflection to make that into a question is missing as the grin he'd had that softens his critical features is lost in his search. Though he's apparently keenly interested in Kat's intentions, his gaze is focused upwards at Yueth. Being in a small-ish space with such a large creature is not yet familiar, and has him more on edge than it likely should. "Well, you saw it," Katriona points out. "We captured Astivan. We brought him back. We bought our freedom." There's a stubbornness to the way the girl says this, as if she doesn't entirely believe it and will /make/ it true through force of will. "I'll still slip supplies back, and help how I can, but I'm /done/ being someone else's tool. Now I'm free to think about what's best for me." A glance to the hand resting on her dragon's head, and she adds, "For /us/." Clearly, the exiles are no longer her first loyalty; the dragon she shares her head -- her soul -- with has trumped the islands. "We're hardly finished." Kaelige says evenly, though lacks the harshness that was probably intended to be there. "They are still on that island." Is clarified as he watches her display of fondness for her green-toned lifemate with a penetrating gaze. "Riders are tools in their own right." He releases a hand from his folding to idly motion towards the weyr, intending the Weyr was a whole. "Aren't they? They're extensions of the Weyr, do as they're told and all that. I suppose you can let go of the island in theory but I don't believe you're letting go of being used. Just... changing who controls you." There's a smirk that slowly grows on the tail end of that, just a hint of one that turns up the corner of his lips and shows a flash of teeth. "Is it because that's what she wants?" He pauses, a more thoughtful consideration to follow that's more sincere in nature, less provoking than the prior statements, "What is she like?" Katriona grew up with Euphemia; Ephie was a champion of the needling, provocative comment, She's learned to bite back her first responses. She just watches Kael for a moment, trying to judge whether he's genuinely making an accusation, or just testing her. "Maybe so, but the Weyr never threatened to kill my dragon," she says finally, grimly. After a moment, she sighs. "I still want to help the others on the island, Kael. I just don't think /some/ of them -- some of the adults, the ones making the decisions that hurt everyone else -- necessarily need to come back themselves." With this, she seems to drop the topic, turning instead to her dragon. "Yueth... she's smart, Kael. Terrifyingly sharp. She looks at everything and starts trying to figure out how it works, what it's like; sometimes I feel like I could fall into her mind and get lost. Like it's bigger than the night sky." Kaelige is trained enough to not show shock or surprise at new information, instead staying uncomfortably controlled, patient. Always patient. "Killing your dragon is a particularly harsh consequence." He notes with a dangerous calm, though doesn't outright ban it as inexcusable. "No, you're right." He lets his eyes wander around the weyr again, "But there are plenty of people not on the island who hurt people, who make bad decisions. Circumstances have changed, you indicated that yourself with your new, eh, liberation." He waves off the term as if it's not quite what he's looking for but doesn't intend adjust it. He's certainly not disagreeing with her opinion on not bringing particular ones back, but something about his answer seems like he's set himself in that category as well. He doesn't pick further, apparently sated by her reply. "I wish I could imagine." Is noted in a quieter, though still suspicious, dark voice in regards to Yueth. There is an edge of unhidden if brief admiration there. "I should go. Probably stolen enough of your time." There's a smirk with that as if changed to teasing, a shrug given as if letting the heavy subjects fall, and a turn of shoulder as if not lingering in his decision of departure. |
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