Logs:Petty Squabbles
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| RL Date: 10 October, 2015 |
| Who: Irianke, K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Following her meeting with Aughan, K'del and Irianke share news. |
| Where: Weyrleader Complex, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 19, Month 13, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aughan/Mentions, Bristia/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, Keysi/Mentions, M'kris/Mentions, Nimae/Mentions, Riahla/Mentions |
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| Irianke, shortly after Aughan leaves, exits her weyr, crossing the Weyrleaders' Complex with slow, measured steps, as if walking takes some sort of concentration to not explode. From her attire, it's clear she's on her way to the sands. "Irianke?" K'del's standing just in the entranceway to his weyr, so silent in his stance that it may well be he's been there a few minutes-- long enough, perhaps, to see Crom's Lord leave. "Is... are you okay?" The goldrider's steps halt and she turns, slow and measured in this too, the look she gives K'del being one of absolute anger. Her teeth are down on her lower lip and she stands there, one hand on her hip, and just looks at her Weyrleader, until: "Crom has expressed their displeasure at our riders' insubordination and our Weyr's proclivities for staging our, what did he say? Petty squabbles. Petty squabbles at their Hold. Shall we send Crom to Telgar, gift wrapped?" Plainly, K'del was aware of Aughan's visit, because it's not that he shows surprise to-- only, for a moment, the summation of what was discussed. 'Surprise' is not, however, the emotion of the day; surprise is very quickly surpassed by quiet anger all of his own. "Fuck them," he says. "And the runner they road in on. It's all posturing." "I failed to remind him it was their holders who stabbed my Weyrleader." This is clearly a regret that now rankles in her face, as Irianke recalls the meeting. And yet; "But he did imply the facts don't line up." Irianke's hands, balled into fists at her side in the fabric of her wrinkled dress, finally releases. "Have you spoken with either Jo or Keysi since their return to High Reaches? I have half a mind to have Niahvth ground both of them until this is resolved." K'del's expression is a thin line. Is he deliberately not looking at the wrinkles in her dress? Perhaps he's simply distracted. "Not yet," is his answer to that last. "It's certainly my intention to do so. I would-- I need to know what they know, the whole of it. The facts... we will get the facts. All of them. M'kris, or anyone else." There's coldness to that; in this, far more than in his own injury, K'del is resolute. "I say time it and stake him," says Irianke with cold non-emotion, except it's emotion that fuels this lack. She ignores that he isn't looking at her wrinkled dress. Or something. "Tomorrow, we decide Monaco's fate." The huff of air K'del exhales suggests he's not wholly against that particular idea, perhaps. But it's the other he comments on, taking one step away from his doorway as he does so. "And in doing so, remind Crom that we are not without power of our own. Have you talked to anyone else?" Does she know what any of the other Weyrs intend? "No. But." There's always a but, and Irianke looks out at the Weyr from this low ledge, probably freezing in that Igen frock but between the alcohol consumed just prior to come out and self-righteous anger (and angry sex), she seems unfazed. For now. "But I would not put it past Igen to try and place a second Weyrwoman, since their first worked out so well. I do not get the feeling M'kris is generally liked across Pern. Savannah?" She segues into a relevant non sequitur. "Nimae," is said with a sigh, because it's not as if K'del anticipates it will be Nimae's Weyrleader who prompts a move such as that one. "We'll need to avoid that." Of Savannah, his reply is simple: "Back to Monaco. Bristia will take it, minus those who Impressed here unless they choose to go. We're also taking Riahla." Irianke's breath draws in sharp, but she does not follow up on it, a cold shudder taking over her sparsely dressed body. "I forgot my furs and Niahvth needs me. Later?" This time, K'del does glance at her clothes, but only for a moment, and only so that he can nod, perfunctorily. "Of course. Later." Beat. "We'll work it all out. We will." And then he's stepping back indoors. |
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