Logs:Queens Or Big Clutches
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| RL Date: 1 June, 2011 |
| Who: K'del, Teris |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'del and Teris play nice. Taikrin's ears should burn. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 2, Month 12, Turn 25 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Taikrin/Mentions |
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| Winter has arrived. It's been snowing on and off all day, though it hasn't really been /sticking/; still, the woollen hat K'del removes as he enters the Snowasis is sodden, and so is the rest of him. The hat - and the rest of his outer gear - is hung up from one of the hooks near the doorway, the whole stripping process taking several minutes. Then, running his hand through his tousled hair, the young Weyrleader makes his way towards the bar, resting both forearms upon it as he waits to be served. Looking quite comfortable and, more importantly, dry, Teris making her way through the Snowasis is initially stopped by a young bronzerider. They chat for several minutes before the blonde continues on her way and, upon seeing the Weyrleader, she slips into the space beside him with a friendly smile. "K'del," she greets as though she's happy to see him and everything. If she's here to eat, she doesn't seem particularly concerned about the people behind the bar. K'del's gaze narrows, almost imperceptibly, under the attentions of that friendly smile, and the greeting that accompanies it; it's as though he's not entirely sure how to take it. It lasts for only a moment, though, and then he's returning the smile with a cheerful one of his own. "Evening, Teris." There's a queue for service, which gives him time to add, "Guess you did the smart thing and came through the caverns. It's pretty unpleasant out there." If Teris notices anything before K'del returns her smile, she ignores it very well. "I did, yes. Didn't seem especially efficient to bundle up just to come here." While that could sound patronizing, the goldrider clearly doesn't mean it as such this evening. "Were you drilling?" she asks, glancing over him curiously as she leans against the bartop with one arm. "Makes sense," agrees K'del, lightly; if he's offended by the patronization, he makes no show of it. Instead, he draws his arms off of the bar as he interrupts the conversation to order his drink: klah, with whiskey. He tips his head at Teris; anything for her? Idly; "Mm, no. Not drilling. Paperwork all afternoon, and then came out for a walk. Not well planned, I suppose. Cleared the cobwebs, at least." Her attention shifts briefly to order a glass of wine, then comes back to K'del. "Cobwebs, hmm? Paperwork isn't really all that bad," she teases him lightly, clearly assuming that's where the cobwebs are coming from. "And I suppose it's better that it was voluntary and not some required obligation, then. Are you doing well?" K'del sends a smile after the waitress as she goes to fill their orders; turning his attention back to Teris, he laughs. "Oh, no. It's /worse/. All those records telling me about things I need to be keeping an eye on. People this, wings that, other things and-- all the rest. I don't know how you stand it." His laugh, and the smile that follows it, belies the grumblings in his words. He doesn't seem too concerned, at least. "I /am/ doing well. Things are-- quiet, you know? Good. How are you? How's Iskiveth?" "It's easier." Than what she doesn't say but the glance she gives the rest of the Snowasis might suggest she means 'than this.' The smile Teris has lingers for a time and she nods when she notes, "That's good to hear. I'm well." Perhaps an underwhelming response but it sounds sincere enough. "Iskiveth is not especially fond of the snow but I think she'll survive." Mirth plays upon K'del's features, lightly. "I suppose that's why we have three weyrwomen: Tiriana for hitting things, you for the records, and Lujayn to actually be friendly and nice to people-- not that you're not capable of that too, of course." It's added hastily, that bit. After all: she /is/ being nice right about now. Their drinks arrive, and K'del reaches for his as he adds, "I'm sure she will. Poor Iskiveth. I'm sure you'll take her south now and then to keep her happy? And perhaps Szadath and the others will turn up some treasure." He sounds amused for that bit, head shaking. "That makes it sound like I'm the only one doing actual work," muses Teris. She eyes her drink for a moment, then reaches for it to pull closer, smiling a thanks to the waitress. "It's only just winter and she's already talking about going somewhere that doesn't snow." There a slight sigh though there's something affectionate in the way it comes out. A smile flickers over her lips at the last but she admits, "I think I'd rather she didn't spend so much time with him in the end, honestly." Wrapping both hands about his own drink, K'del laughs. "I'd never say something like that; it'd almost certainly end in my death. Anyway - Iovniath's got to be due to rise soon. If I want to keep my job, got to play nice." It's hard to tell, from his expression, whether he really thinks that will help. "What's wrong with Szadath? You think they're a bad influence on each other?" For a moment it looks as though Teris doesn't think that would actually help K'del's chances very much one way or another. "Being alive is a good thing. It would be a shame to lose Cadejoth, after all." She can't say that with an entirely straight face, but she tries. "Of course they are. I don't think it requires that much thought, does it? Anyway, I'd rather she move on long before she's due to rise again. It's bad enough she's the gold that ate firestone. I don't want her to be the gold that is only ever caught by a brown, too." "Cadejoth appreciates your concern," says K'del, trying to look offended, and failing. "I suppose I shouldn't worry too much. Iovniath's unlikely to rise again until after Tiriana's given birth and had some time to recover, right?" His mouth draws in, thoughtful and considering, as she continues. He takes some extra time before responding by taking a sip from his drink, first blowing carefully on the warm liquid. "I suppose. It's not as though we /need/ more queens, or huge clutches, or anything, though. If it makes her happy... I suppose whatever will happen will happen, though, certainly." Teris makes a face at the possible timing of Iovniath's due rising. It even takes her a moment to remember that she probably shouldn't be making that face and then it fades as she lifts her glass to take a drink of her wine. "I don't care about queens or big clutches." Pause. "Well, it would be nice for her to produce a gold just to know that she could. But I imagine if she can produce a bronze, she could a gold. Anyway, it's not important. How are your... kids?" As though she had to decide what to ask about. K'del's brows raise at that face, and he gives Teris a meaningful glance. Shaking that off; "I'm sure she could produce a gold. It's obvious, now, that whatever the firestone did, it wasn't related to fertility. Perhaps she threw it all up too quickly. Whatever. Does that mean it's all just appearances, then?" Because that, too, seems to interest him. Not enough that he's not willing to add, "They're good. Naughty little scamps, but good. Growing up way too fast, the usual." Teris ignores the glance as well as she can. Perhaps because she's pretending there was no face at all to begin with. "If Szadath were bronze, I wouldn't care as much." So, yes, then. Mostly appearances. "Shards, even if Taikrin weren't a woman, it might be better." She takes another, longer drink of her wine and doesn't return her gaze to K'del for the moment. Levelly; "And that bothers you." Taikrin being a woman. Szadath being a brown. He's silent for a moment after that, but then shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders at the same time. "Whatever works for you, I suppose. There's no reason why a good, solid bronze couldn't catch her next time, whatever she thinks of Szadath." Pause. His expression is more serious as he adds, "She might not want him to chase, even. After-- Fort." "Yes," is Teris' first impulse to say. Then she amends, "Not exactly." Her brows furrow after that and she looks at K'del as though she regrets saying anything in the first place. So much for being friendly and making conversation. "She forgave him easily enough," is what she ends those thoughts on, then turns her head to look elsewhere as she takes another drink. K'del is not uncurious, but aside from a slight lift of his eyebrows, he doesn't ask for further information. "I'm glad. From what Taikrin said to me, they joined in for practice. To get better at catching Iskiveth, next time." He's largely unemotive as says that, though there's a hint of a smile about his mouth. "At any rate, suppose it could be turns yet before she rises again. It's been, what, two, now? Nothing to worry about, in the meantime. " There's a small roll of Teris' blue eyes and they land on K'del again. "I'm not worried about it. If appearances didn't matter at all, I'd prefer Taikrin or someone like her." The quick up and down look she gives the bronzerider might hint as to why but she seems to think better of saying it out loud. "Anyway, I don't know why we're still talking about this." Except she doesn't seem to have anything else at this point and so just finishes off her wine. "Appearances don't matter /that/ much," asserts K'del, with an unspoken 'surely' at the end there. But he shrugs his shoulders, keeps his expression impassive, and turns his attention to his own drink, which is cooling rather more rapidly than it is being drunk. "What should the weyr do for turnover this year?" he wonders, after a moment. "Party down by the like? Or in the caverns? Or shall we try heading to one of the Holds for something more... I don't know, inclusionary. With people outside the holds." Safer topic. "Surely this is more Lujayn's area of expertise." Teris waves a hand vaguely in some direction or another where the other golderider is presumed to be. "Personally I'd rather keep turnover to ourselves unless we're going to celebrate at some warmer Weyr. We can put on a show for the holders during something nobody cares about." Shrugging, K'del points out, "Only making conversation. It's not exactly my area of expertise, either. Kind of the responsibility of you goldriders and Giorda and her staff." He's not terribly bothered either way, clearly, despite the fact that he adds, "You might be right, though. Anyway, guess we probably wouldn't be able to go too far: Tiriana'll be pretty enormous by then, I think." He scrubs at his face with one hand, setting down his mug to do so. "Anyway. Whatever, I guess." Teris eyes K'del for several moments and a frown pulls at her lips before it's gone and she offers a small nod. "Well," she says as she pushes away from the bar and smooths a hand over her abdomen, "I'll leave you to your evening. Excuse me, Weyrleader." She hesitates for just a moment before she does turn to head back into the caverns. K'del's mouth pulls in, too, but his comes later: after Teris excuses herself, though before she's actually gone. There's a sigh in his voice as he says, quietly, "Have a good night, Teris. See you later." After she's gone, his expression turns distinctly mopey. |
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