Logs:Progress
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| RL Date: 7 May, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, N'rov |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: N'rov comes to visit after Isyath's flight. He doesn't get pushed down the stairs or stabbed, but things aren't perfect either. |
| Where: Records Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 13, Month 9, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, E'ten/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Dates may change... And thanks to N'rov, this is the soundtrack for this scene: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gwx4iTRLXG8 |
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| A couple of days after Isyath's rise at Fort, and things at High Reaches are neither calmer nor more welcoming, as more things keep happening that do little to improve neither Iesaryth nor her rider's mood. It seems there's more than one event they're taking somewhat personally. The queen's weight is heavy on the Weyr, in accordance with wintry skies and chilly waves, no seafoam sprays to greet visitors, little in the way of ocean breezes to clear Hraedhyth's smokey presence. As for the (Acting) Weyrwoman, she's doing as she usually does when things are less-than-ideal, which is to pretend as if nothing is wrong and carry on with her days as 'normal', though it might be noted that the records room is particularly devoid of the usual scribes and harpers while she's there. No one wants to risk the misdirected wrath of Aishani, even if she seems relatively calm. Perfectly put together. It's always those people that go off suddenly. Plus, she carries knives, doesn't she? Didn't someone hear that? However much convincing it might have taken to get Vhaeryth to leave Fort (or let's face it, Isyath, even if she never has stayed particularly attentive toward a mate), once he's up in the air... things are much, much better. At least, until he emerges into High Reaches airspace, and there's that heaviness, that smokiness that could make a dragon cough. He greets the watchdragon with slightly dampened cheer, greets Iesaryth whether she likes it or not (sounds like it will probably be a not), and checks with the watchdragon through his very gradual descent. Been keeping an eye out for important humans? Care to share? Iesaryth... no. She's not particularly interested in speaking to Vhaeryth, the downside of her longer-term memory returning yet again. Even if he's less concerned about being away from Fort right now, there's a cold splash of salty water his way for the greeting; if he likes his queen(s) so much, what is he doing so far from home? The watchdragon, a brown, is more sympathetic and less likely to hold grudges about rider-issues or anything else; he'll play go-between and hunt-and-find if it makes life easier for all involved (as, let's face it, a pissed off Iesaryth is not fun and games for anyone). Importance of certain humans is always in debate, but the Weyrwoman, such as she is, is pictured amongst books and scrolls and nervous workers. He's glad he's not involved, FYI. Vhaeryth's duly appreciative, if primarily for his rider's sake, who'll see about taking care of the brown's little problem. (Or possibly blow it up in his face, but let's not think about that!) In fact, once he's dropped his rider off by the records room, and not after all by the Snowasis that's the recipient of N'rov's longing look, he flies back to sit up on the heights on the opposite side of the Star Stones. That way, the brown maybe won't be suspected of colluding quite as much as he might if Vhaeryth joined him, but even more importantly, Vhaeryth stays that much harder to miss should Cadejoth also be in residence. It takes all that time, too, before N'rov stops standing out in the cold and knocks his way into what he must expect to be an even less welcoming place. Iesaryth just might be less appreciative than Vhaeryth, but thankfully she's more concerned with pointedly doing, thinking of, looking at other, more interesting things. The gold is sticking to her ledge rather than her spot atop the rim, so it's a simple enough thing, made casual with lazy stretch and yawn. But she will eventually forget why she's so annoyed, then that she's annoyed at all until she goes looking for reasons for such, or explanations for her rider's annoyance. And speaking of Shani, she's known to carry alcohol along with those knives, but that would require hospitality that N'rov might indeed find lacking, if the metaphorical chill on entering the room is any indication. She knows he's there, it'd be impossible to pretend otherwise - but she takes her time in directing even the barest glance his way over the work she's pretending to do, the longest she might be able to keep dark eyes from revealing much. When she rises from her seat, it's not with her usual ease, stiff instead, gaze on the table before her still. Technically N'rov carries a beltknife, but it's not like he's likely to use it on anything alive anytime soon, and Shani least of all. He's neatly dressed, shaved, all of that, and he greets those nervous workers in a way that must be vastly, vastly reassuring if only because they can take it as a warning. With that, he makes his way to where she stands, and leans his knuckles on her table. "Missed you." A warning that many of them do heed; there's a noticeable emptiness to the area around the pair in short order - but can anyone really be blamed? At least Aishani's not like to cause a scene even so, or not right away. Her hair is pulled back, bound up today, nothing to hide behind. Her fingertips touch the papers on the table, and when he speaks, her eyes close briefly. Quiet and even, "I don't think I should talk to you yet." Pause. "I don't want to be..." The word takes longer to find than it should. "Hurtful." Oh, but she probably does. That's the problem. "All right." Maybe the bronzerider agrees too easily, right before he turns around and walks away. Then again, N'rov's only walking the couple paces required to get another chair and carry it, not drag it, over to her table so that he can set it down and have himself a seat. Shani does look up when N'rov agrees that easily, momentarily surprised - but that doesn't last when the bronzerider picks up the chair to bring it over. When he sits, her dark gaze is drawn back to the papers, and out of lack of anything better to do, she pulls them together, straightens them with long quick fingers. Nervous, perhaps. Lightly, trying not to let any sharpness edge into her tone, "Can't wait forever." That makes it harder for N'rov to check out her work, but then, he's more interested in checking her out. Or, today, in checking up on her. "You said you didn't think we should talk. So we don't have to talk." He shrugs broad shoulders, but he's also regarding Shani as though it's been sevendays, not days. The way he's watching her doesn't make her any more comfortable, but it does make it easier for him to notice things that maybe no one else would; the way Shani's gaze is unusually restless, how perfectly she's put together, the odd formality that robs her movements of their usual grace. Even so, she can't help but allow a bare smirk, there and gone. Though he's well aware, "That's not what I meant." Leaving the papers alone finally, her glance across the table is brief. Because she can't look at him while she admits, "I want to say horrible things." None of that should surprise him, and yet, it's not like they do this every day. However short-lived her smirk, there's that much more of an answering leap in his eyes. N'rov inclines his head, recognizing her point, and still he doesn't get up. "I can imagine. I don't suppose writing them down would be as much of a release. Though if you want, I can do you up a little sketch of me so you can set it on fire." His smile's short-lived too, but deliberately there all the same. "No." That answer comes easily enough, fingers now idly turning the small stack of paper around in a little circle, another little tell of nervousness Shani'd never allow herself in other circumstances. Hopefully there's not too many people lurking in the shelves. "Nor would the burning." It's a low, dark humor that comes next, but it's something; "You know me. I'm not happy unless someone suffers the way I have. It's only fair." Once the stack is righted again, she rests her hand atop it with controlled finality - stop that! "I wish I didn't care." That could be taken in a few ways - that might be why it doesn't quite ring true. Wisely or unwisely, N'rov voices no comparisons to Iesaryth's own flight. Instead, patently, he listens. "I could arrange to break out in boils, if it would help. K'del's broken nose doesn't, I suppose?" His low chuckle is as short-lived as their smirks had been, with a little less humor, and he reaches out to set his hand on the edge of the stack as though it were hers. Probably wisely - who knows how Aishani's feeling about that whole thing at this point. The very mention of K'del brings a grimace of disgust, and she shakes her head with something that's oddly akin to disappointment. "Like I won't hear about that," she predicts dourly. Her dark gaze follows his hand to the papers and her fingers curl away slightly, even as her hand doesn't move. She's silent for some time before, "I don't know what we're doing. Or why you won't make it easier to hate you." "E'ten hit him too," N'rov seems compelled to note. "E'ten never hits anyone." But that's over now, implied with what she'd normally see as a smile, what's just a half-smile today. His fingers curl too, but it's to inveigle their way between the sheets of paper, one by one. "Unfortunately, your not hating me is very much in my own self-interest. Hating's quite near opposite, in fact." The information is marked with a lift of fine brows, vaguely interested, imagine that. Imagine Aishani not being terribly interested in the details of this particular flight, even if they are about K'del getting punched. There's not anything terribly interesting on the papers either, inventory and such, no wonder she could only pretend to work. Starting to slide her hand off the stack and leave the lot to him, with a little sigh, "What do you want, N'rov? I don't know what to say that's not awful, and I'm not in a place to congratulate you and mean it." But N'rov doesn't want the stack left to him, and that's why he pushes at the papers ever so slightly. "You don't have to do either," he says. Even if she could. "I'd like your company for dinner, tonight. In your weyr is fine." It would be a start, a restart. A smile crinkles his eyes. "I won't even ask you to wear the gold dress." When he pushes at the papers, Shani's gaze comes up to meet his, wary - and faintly apologetic for that. "I don't know. There's a lot going on here." Her expression darkens enough when she says it that it's likely the truth, but it still seems like mostly hedging - and though she can manage a little smile of her own for the gold dress, which she does like, it disappears soon enough. Carefully, "And I wouldn't want to take up too much of your time." She picks up the stack like she already has, all brisk about it. N'rov acknowledges that with a respectful nod, doesn't even push with how she has to eat sometime. "All right," and this is N'rov seeming to give in just as much as he had before, only now he's standing in a slow, easy movement instead of sitting. "I'll just wait until you're done, then," he tells Shani without too much of a smile. In her weyr, of course, unless Iesaryth blocks him from her ledge. The bronzerider could walk out on that note, or try, but he's careful about putting that chair back first. Aishani is suspicious about that quick acquiescence... and is wise to be, given N'rov today, in general. "You can't wait forever," she tells him again, a little more flatly than the last time, but... he does wait, and he is there, despite efforts to ensure he isn't. Efforts that might include Iesaryth staring in what she believes to be an intimidating fashion, but no blocking him from the ledge - and though Shani looks as if she might like to do something about removing him from her weyr, she doesn't - and it's at least closer to one of the warmer looks she sometimes gives him, as weird as that is. Progress. |
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Jolie (Jolie (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 08 May 2013 22:30:08 GMT.
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A very interesting scene. Aishani's a complicated woman, and I like to see how N'rov handles that. ^^
Ceawlin (Ceawlin (talk)) left a comment on Thu, 09 May 2013 06:06:53 GMT.
< There's something almost innocent about N'rov -- he's a good foil to Aishani's plot-filled existence.
Good scene!
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