Logs:Reassignment
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| RL Date: 17 July, 2014 |
| Who: Edyis, Nita, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis has been keeping an eye on things at Monaco after Savannah's departure, and it's time to report back to her mentor. The news is not good. It also might be time to return home, soon -- after one last assignment. |
| Where: Somewhere near Monaco Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 4, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Jinja/Mentions, M'kris/Mentions, Oriane/Mentions, I'kris/Mentions, Rone/Mentions, K'del/Mentions |
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| It's been a warm day at Monaco, and it's just after lunch when Jinja (the Journeyman Healer -- who had been an Apprentice at High Reaches) slips Edyis a note. It's not the first time the Journeyman has done so, either, and she does it with such a natural and casual aplomb that suggests she finds all this spy stuff rather fun. The note has some specific directions -- walk up the beach for ten minutes, turn into the jungle when you see a rock shaped like a runner's rump, follow the tiny trail until you reach a small river, follow that upstream until you reach a cliff, climb up it and wait -- etc. It's a pleasant enough walk to make on a warm afternoon, at least, though she's greeted by a vaguely familiar green and her red-headed rider. A casual, if somewhat lazy smile crosses the young scribe's lips as she collects the note, quickly scanning the contents before tucking it away in her blouse, Jinja's playful demeanor rubbing off a bit perhaps. It isn't difficult to casually slip away, though it's her reputation as a workaholic that probably dismisses most questions about the woman's absence. It's not until well out of sight that the woman really lets loose, breaking into an easy run that has loose tendrils of hair flying from her usual braid, giving her a slightly wild look by the time she reaches the familiar greenrider. "You always take me to the most exotic places Nita." Edyis drawls. "I'd challenge you to cliff diving, but," Nita laughs, all effusive delight at seeing Edyis, "He's waiting. I'd say he's overly paranoid but... who knows. Maybe he's not. Come on up," she beckons for the scribe to join her on Ishikath, extending a hand to help her up. Once they're seated, it's a short flight westward, sticking inland but within sight of the beach. It's only at the end of the flight that the green veers towards the beach, landing lightly, trilling a greeting to the bronze already nestled on the warm sand. Leiventh is still as ever, his rumbling welcome to his wingmate more felt that heard. It's warm here, too -- which is likely why R'hin has set out a blanket under the shade of the edge of the jungle, a bottle of wine inevitably already open and a glass in hand. The bronzerider, at least, sits up to pour a couple more when the green arrives. Edyis grins in reply, "Well you know, an ounce of caution" She trails as she half climbs, is half hoisted by Nita clinging tight as they make their way to where the familiar bronze and rider wait, thankfully with provisions. Slipping easily from the green after detangling from the straps (with a quiet thank you for Nita's assistance) it's with something of a saunter that Edyis makes her way over, claiming one of the glasses eagerly before scenting it. "I was beginning to think you'd entirely forgotten about your protege, seems I was happily mistaken." There's a snort from Nita, as if caution is a word used rather loosely. Once Edyis has reached the ground, the greenrider follows, stopping to undo the straps from Ishikath, and while there's a glass of wine waiting for her, Nita grins over at R'hin, deliberately strips, leaving all her clothes on the beach, and wades into the water, her green only moments behind her. R'hin's gaze lingers on the pair for a moment as the greenrider sets to scrubbing, but is inevitably drawn towards Edyis as she nears, a pleased chuckle given for her immediate claiming of the wine. "I'm glad someone appreciates the finer things in life." His pale gaze flickers across her, lips pursed momentarily as he takes in her wild hair, clucking his tongue. "Monaco has turned you into a wild thing. You used to keep your hair all neat. Not that," a grin, followed by a low chuckle, "That I'm complaining. There's some fruits and cheese in the basket, if you're hungry." He starts to gesture to the basket, and goes still at her latter words, his tone gone abruptly serious, gaze steady on Edyis, "I would never leave you there. Not," he grimaces, "Forever." Edyis smiles a moment, glancing back at the green pair before settling near the aforementioned basket, savoring a precious sip of wine before her free hand sets to straightening, though it is only a halfhearted effort. "It was your suggestion to blend in a bit I believe, and besides the heat makes it all but unmanageable." She fishes for a rind fruit from the basket quietly, letting that word hang in the air. "It hasn't gotten beyond the point of being manageable quite yet, -" the words are quiet and meant perhaps to be reassuring in nature. Reassurance or not, R'hin's, own, "Yet," has a rather stronger emphasis than hers. "It's starting to warm up at High Reaches. Could be time to come home, soon." He says it casually, like maybe he's testing the waters to see how she'll react to that. The Savannah Wingleader takes a slow sip of the wine, but he seems content to leave the basket's contents to his protege, for now. "How are things going there, anyway?" It's casual too, but then, like his other statement, probably is anything but. Even mention of 'Reaches doesn't quite stop a chill poorly suppressed, which sets the wine in her glass to shake, and she hides it with a swirl studying the contents. "Might be a good idea when the time comes, things are getting chillier here." Perhaps not the weather, but she seems to elaborate somewhat when prompted. "It's getting harder to tell a baited trap from viable intelligence for one, some people are just vanishing off to other weyr with the paperwork following days and weeks after from the leadership. M'kris' nasty script is about as difficult to decipher as his intentions." Even if she hides it -- and she's been practicing -- something in her demeanor makes R'hin lean forward abruptly, expression intent, his prompting of her wordless but expressive nonetheless. He's silent while she speaks, pale eyes glued to her, lips pressing together until they're a thin line. With a sharp exhale, he says in a low, intent murmur, "After we eat, Nita will take you back. Pack your things. It's past time." The tightening of his jaw is perhaps visible in profile as he turns away briefly, ostensibly glancing towards where Nita and her green splash in the shallows. Slowly, trying for neutrality by failing by the tone of underlain anger: "M'kris' intentions are clear enough. He's consolidating, preparing. Even if Feyzeth doesn't win Evielth next time, his family and those that follow him will be so deeply entrenched in positions of power throughout Monaco, it will be -- impossible to remove them." The wine glass is tilted back the contents gone in a swallow. "Dragonfolk are hard to make disappear entirely, and the solutions for dealing with them are more complex as a result, there is still time before he's completely entrenched, if the right moves are played." Edyis assents gently, dark eyes lifting from the glass to the bronzerider, searching for direction perhaps. The young woman receives a sharp look from R'hin as she talks of people disappearing, his expression oddly thoughtful for a moment. "It is hard, but," he leans forward to refill Edyis' glass, "--have you thought that some of the people disappearing might've gone by choice?" Edyis' glance on him weighs heavy enough that, perhaps, his tone is sharper than he means as he retorts: "I played my hand, and I lost. The only way would be to--" he stops sharply, shaking his head, growling: "No. Monaco is -- someone else's problem, now." And yet... he's quick to avoid her dark gaze by the end. "Some maybe, not all." The reply soft but firm, most choices aren't really choices at all. "The only way would be for the unthinkable to happen, a terrible accident, and the kind of negligent behavior I'm sure he isn't exactly prone to on his own." She replies, as though all the scenarios sit neatly scripted on a page in front of her. "Tyrants are dealt with one way or another. Rone was a fine example of that." "No," if the volume were any louder it would be a roar, but R'hin is mindful enough of Nita's near-presence to not reach that level. Still, he leans forward to capture Edyis' wrist -- the one not holding her wine glass -- in his hand. "You don't take one life, you take two. Feyzeth doesn't deserve that. I'kris didn't either when the books are weighed up, but we don't compound fucked-up with more fucked-up, Edyis." He pauses a beat, pale eyes fixed on her dark ones to make sure the point finds a home. His hold on her wrist loosens, as he exhales sharply at the mention of Rone. After three heartbeats, "Oriane is smart. She'll weather the storm, and," something between a grimace and resignation, "When the storm passes, she'll seek help." The roar sends her into a silence that is not so much fear as surprise, eyes wide as she absorbs each word with startled fascination; attaching reality to what had been cold analytical facts in her mind. It is only when things calm and her wrist is released that she reaches to pour herself another glass. "When the storm passes it will probably be too late." More to herself than anyone else, though she finally releases the breath she had been holding, looking out at the sea as though she saw some other landscape there. "How is 'Reaches?" She asks finally not daring to breach the topic again. "No," R'hin repeats, but it's softer, almost inaudible this time, as are the words that follow: "Tyrants and heroes rise and fall, but Weyrs endure." While she pours more wine, he reaches for the fruit, chewing slowly. His voice is controlled again, even if those lines of tension haven't quite left every line of his posture. "Things are -- better." It's not enough, of course, and so after a pause, he goes on, "K'del is Weyrleader, and that seems to have stabilized things. The Holds are... well," a little smile, "I could use you, back there. You should discover a cousin in Tillek that you'll grow quite fond of and start visiting frequently." Edyis does her best not to look like a chided child, but how well she succeeds, well R'hin knows her too well for that. She cannot hide a bit of a grin though at the results of the leadership flight. "Should stabilize things quite a bit. At least he's got more sense than most I think." Tilting her head, "There's Lord Keroon's younger daughter who's been a longtime pen pal, but you never seem to pick places with plenty of groundwork beforehand." She muses, "I should probably disappear myself soon anyway before I snap at someone's complete disregard for legible paperwork" "I wouldn't want to make life easy for you," R'hin agrees, with a little smile, as he reaches for the bottle. "How about this," he proposes, while stretching to refill her glass, than his own. "We finish this bottle. Nita will take you back to get your things. We can talk about your new pen pal friend whom you are visiting who has a unique obsession with boats -- her family are seacraft blood -- and you can work at making new friends thereabouts for a seven or two. Call it... a vacation from Monaco." By being thrown right back into the deep end -- but then R'hin did never do things by half. "Then you can come back to High Reaches just in time for the hatching. Deal?" He lifts his glass, as if in preparation to toast. Edyis laughs, "You should see the sketches her father sent me last spring, rough work but you could tell he's a man who takes pride in his work." Diving into the deep end at least was something she was getting quite used to, "I've heard that there are quite a few good vintages to be found that way too." clicking her glass to his in reply. "A very important and necessary screening should take place while you're there. There are," R'hin's chuckling, "Many, many taverns of which you should frequent. Especially the ones the sailors visit." After the clink of glasses, he gulps down the contents of the glass as if to seal the deal. After that, there's more questions -- some leading and pointed, some simply allowing her to get a feel for the persona she intends to adopt and that of her pen pal -- something Nita pitches in with when she returns from her swim. By the time the greenrider is dry the basket is empty and it's time to head back -- at least temporarily -- to Monaco. |
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