Logs:Performance Review
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| RL Date: 20 February, 2015 |
| Who: H'vier, K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: H'vier gets a performance review... and asks for a promotion. Denied. |
| Where: Council Chambers, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 22, Month 1, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: A'rist/Mentions, G'laer/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions, Rh'mis/Mentions, Tayte/Mentions |
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| It was announced at the Wingleader's meeting earlier this seven: K'del intends to meet with each Wingleader to discuss their performance, goals, and ongoing thoughts and ideas. It's raised some quiet consternation with some; is he finally intending to take on a wing himself, and boot someone out in the process? Doesn't he look tired enough already? H'vier's not the first wingleader to be called in, but he's certainly among the first. Cadejoth delivered the summons yesterday, and now, at the appointed time, K'del sits in his usual chair at the council table, note-taking supplies laid out in front of him. Iceberg's Wingleader isn't early. He's right on time, as is usually the case for official business. "Weyrleader," he offers with the respect the knot, if not always, in his opinion, the man, deserves as he makes his way toward the seats near where K'del is waiting for him. "Are you sure you don't want Fayla here to make sure you know precisely how incompetent I am from the only reliable source?" "Do you blame Fayla for being bitter?" Is K'del's immediate riposte, the twitch of his expression suggesting that he's just barely managing to avoid rolling his eyes. "She wasn't my pick for Wingleader any more than you were, but she did her job." He gestures towards the seats nearby with a flick of one hand, gaze trained upon the other bronzerider. "But we're not here to talk about Fayla." "No," admits H'vier. Because he's just an asshole, not a sociopath. Even if he doesn't sound particularly regretful or apologetic. It's been awhile now, after all. And this is business, not feeling-sharing time. He pulls out a chair to tilt toward K'del, sitting down and crossing one leg over the other knee, at ease. "What, exactly, are we here to talk about?" There could be a few things, he's not going to focus on one of them for K'del. There you go then, says K'del's expression, though he's content enough not to push the topic. Letting his gaze slide back towards his notes, rather than linger upon H'vier, he answers the question promptly enough. "Like I said in the meeting: want to get a feel for how things are going. For you as wingleader; for your wing; anything else that's important. You can start by telling me how you think things are going." H'vier listens without further attempt to, well, say things that don't need to be said. It's probably for the best. "Things are going well." He seems to genuinely mean it. "Fayla seems somewhat more at ease lately." Perhaps since he fired his other wingsecond. Though he's certainly no expert in women's feelings, so maybe he's the one more at ease. "My riders do their jobs and they've been doing them well. I accept nothing less." Despite all his note-taking apparatus, K'del has yet to actually pick up the pencil; he just considers the page, glances at H'vier, and then considers the page again. "Mm. You did quite a bit out Nabol way, last turn, I recall. Is there anything that isn't going well, in your opinion? Anything you think you, personally, could do to improve? Any problems with individual riders who aren't fitting? Concerns?" There's a sound of acknowledgment for Nabol, but H'vier focuses primarily on the questions as they pertain to his wing. "I think, technically speaking, Iceberg is the best of our upper flight. No offense intended, of course." Since K'del is, you know, in another upper flight wing. But he would think that. Every wingleader probably thinks similarly of their own wing. "But I think there's still work to be done. There's still a divide between my riders and Fayla's riders." He doesn't to like that they can even be categorized as such. "And there are a handful that," he pauses, attempting to be thoughtful with his words, "fly with us. But aren't part of the wing. A'rist, for instance." Who is obviously not in Iceberg anymore. If anything, K'del seems amused by H'vier's opinion of his wing, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards, just briefly, but he otherwise makes no comment. This may even be the most positive conversation these two have ever had. Much more serious, however, is his consideration of the rest of what the other rider has to say, his nod a slow accompaniment to the words. "And Rh'mis," he assumes, those words following the last of H'vier's remarks. "Among others. You've got ideas of how to fix that? Aside from transfers, I assume." "I've wondered if giving him G'laer's job would warm him up at all, but I think it might just make him hate me." More? Possibly Fayla wouldn't be thrilled, either. H'vier seems to think it's an amusing idea, at any rate. That should count for something. "Camaraderie is difficult to find when a person isn't interested in finding it. A'rist might be able to settle down in a wing better suited to him. I have doubts that Rh'mis will find the same." Which means transferring him would be sort of pointless. "He's young yet, though." K'del's raised brow - just the left one - suggests he's probably less amused and rather more dubious. But he moves on. "Mm," he agrees. "Should never have Impressed, that one. But-- the dragons choose, and all of that. If Rosvelth wanted him enough to go into the stands, well. Who are we." A pause. "Wish you luck with him, anyway. Any plans, for the wing? For bridging the divide between - as you say - 'Fayla's people' and yours?" "I appreciate it," says H'vier with a brief smile before he continues. "Nothing particularly different from business as usual. I'm hoping G'laer's transfer will lend to smoothing over a few wrinkles. If necessary, I can promote someone else from within the wing. Someone neutral to both sides." Like Rh'mis. But not. "I'll admit it was nice having two seconds now that I don't." But H'vier brought that on himself, so he can't complain about it too much. And he doesn't seem to intend on it. The smiles are... unnerving. K'del's brow furrows, his expression briefly concerned before he manages to school it back into neutrality. "Mm," he agrees, shortly. "Makes things simpler." His papers get shuffled, and glanced at again; he still hasn't taken any notes. "Well. Is there anything else you'd like to tell me? About Iceberg, about your work?" "If you're going to promote a Weyrsecond, it ought be me." That's not really about Iceberg, but it's about his work, or the work he'd like to have, so it's totally relevant. There's no smiling, though. H'vier is serious. K'del... stares. It seems to be genuine-- horror, surprise, and utter dismay. "You've got to be kidding me," he says, a moment later. "Why the fuck would I make someone who can't stand me - and whom I can't stand in return - my second?" This must be more or less the reaction H'vier was expecting to get considering it doesn't spark one of its own. "Because, whatever our differences, I'm a damned good rider." Also humble. "And who better than someone who isn't interested in kissing your ass? Someone you don't care about throwing under the runner when the shit flies? Besides, we both want the same thing." There's a brief, but meaningful glance at K'del's knot. "We want High Reaches to thrive." "Bullshit," says K'del, calmly. "R'hin doesn't kiss my ass; he tells me when I'm wrong and yet he still manages to respect me. Be glad I didn't take your wing away from you. Feel lucky I didn't boot you from this Weyr altogether when you beat on your girlfriend. No. There's a dozen good riders in this Weyr I'd trust infinitely further than you. I think we're done." H'vier doesn't at all look like he believes this claim about Savannah's wingleader. But he's too busy trying to stuff his temper back down deep where it belongs, jaw tight, to say so out loud. Small miracles. To help, though, he rises and turns to go without another word. If he shoves a chair that's sticking out a little too far into the table on his way out, at least he's not trying to assault the Weyrleader again, right? K'del's scowl probably says more than needs to be said, on his part. At least he doesn't punch a wall, after H'vier is gone... though he does kick that chair. Fuck everything. |
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Azaylia (23:40, 20 February 2015 (EST)) said...
It was fun getting to see K'del handle Weyrleader business, especially with H'vier. I think both made good points-- and I always love seeing K'del bare his fangs. Small but potent scene. :D
Edyis (00:30, 21 February 2015 (EST)) said...
How do I count the things I love about this scene. H'vier's complete confidence, K'del's smackdown. <3 Any time these two interact interesting things result.
K'zin (15:03, 25 February 2015 (EST)) said...
<3
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