Logs:Repercussions
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| RL Date: 17 June, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, N'ky |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: The Weyr receives a letter from Lenwyh of Far Reach Hold, complaining about recent incident at the holding. Aishani reveals the consequences to N'ky. |
| Where: Council Chambers |
| When: Day 3, Month 1, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: The snowfall is light and intermittent throughout the day until it tapers off completely into a frigid night. The ground is damp, though very little sticks. |
| OOC Notes: Follows the events in Renounced. |
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| Council Chambers, High Reaches Weyr At the heart of this oblong cavern is its meeting table: a long hardwood oval with a mirror's dark shine, High Reaches' sigil picked out in lapis and onyx at its center. Twenty chairs surround it, each softened by an embroidered cushion that's just a little too stiff for complete comfort -- meetings need to be kept short, after all -- with the chair at the table's head, facing the ledge, being somewhat larger than the rest. Interspersed between glowsconces upon the smooth walls, ancient tapestries depict the territories High Reaches protects in a particularly pastoral fashion, all fluffy clouds and fluffier llamas, or else fishing crafts sailing merrily out to sea. Among them is also a natural alcove, its several wooden shelves primarily stocking fine wines and liquors as well as the glasses to serve them, though the lower shelves also hold whatever hidework requires particularly frequent attention. A narrow wooden door leads to the Records room, while the tunnel that extends to the weyrleaders' ledge is wide enough for three men to walk abreast, with just enough kink in it to block the wind. Given his injury, N'ky's been relegated to ground-based activities only, and he's occupied in the dragon infirmary when Cailluneth receives word that they're required in the council chambers. It's easy enough to make his exit when the riders he's working with understand where he's going and who he's meeting with, and so, somewhat reluctantly, he packs up, scrubs off his hands, and has Cailluneth relay that he's on his way. It's not long after that he arrives for the first time ever at the awfully official room, a knock on the door from the records room announcing his arrival, as his lifemate conveys the same in her own wordless moonlight manner. The young greenrider waits on his side of the door until he's beckoned in, trying his best to quash the butterflies fluttering in his belly. The ocean's whisper is rarely far off of late, and bubbly seafoam is silvery is the moonlight of Cailluneth's heralding. Iesaryth is calm, almost always calm, and the waves that roll in under the moon continue on eternally, into the dark horizon. Her rider seems likewise untroubled, despite all that's come and gone over the last few days, a glass in one hand as she stands at the alcove, looking at a large decanter on one of the shelves, in High Reaches' colors. Whether it's the green's warning or N'ky's knock that has Aishani turning around, it's hard to say, but she does in time, her dark eyes very nearly sympathetic. It might be surprising, for all her expression does nothing to give that impression. "Come in. Do you need a drink?" Not want, need. Her fine brows crease faintly. N'ky slips through the door, taking the time to close it gently behind him. His cast-clad arm is still bound in a sling and tucked in tight against his chest, and he looks nervous enough that he probably does need a drink as he steps towards the Weyrwoman, trying his best to look less anxious than he really is. The smile he's forcing is too twitchy to come off as genuine though, and the furrow of his brows low over his eyes gives him away as much as his stutter, which has been so schooled of late under more casual circumstances. "W-Weyrwoman Aishani," he greets, then takes a deep breath. "D-d-do you have, um, k-klah?" Another deep, calming breath is drawn, and he bites down on his lip while waiting for the answer. Glancing over her shoulder to the rather well-stocked alcove -- well-stocked with booze, that is -- Aishani purses her lips momentarily. "Not usually. We bring it in, or have it brought in for meetings. I could call, but..." Her gaze sweeps back to the greenrider, and with something near a smile, "I don't know if you should have anything that might make you more wound up. This is serious, but I will not break your other arm. I hope it's all right, by the way." With the glass in hand, she gestures to the table before approaching it herself. "Have a seat if you won't have a drink. It shouldn't take long." "I d-don't really drink alcohol, ma'am," N'ky admits quietly with a flicker of his gaze over the stock available. Her inquiry about his arm has him looking down at it, wincing slightly. "S-still a little sore, but, um, mostly itchy. Th-thank you for asking." The wince turns to a soft smile, and he moves over to pick a chair. Once it's drawn out he sits down, attempts to draw it in under the table... and quickly gives up when it's nothing but an awkward, clumsy fumble of an effort with just one hand. The failed attempt has the blush rising a little more on his cheeks, and he looks to Aishani with a mix of embarrassment and trepidation. "Fair enough." Aishani has no issue with that, taking a seat across from N'ky, crossing long legs rather than pulling in her own seat. As she leans back, she takes a sip from her glass, nodding. "I can imagine." There's not much of a pause at least; she doesn't leave the weyrling to wait long before she asks him, in a tone that's less question than statement: "Did you know your father made a formal complaint about your visit? To the Hold and the Weyr both." And there it is, news he'd been expecting and, yet, had hoped wouldn't come. "No," N'ky replies quietly, shaking his hanging head. As he looks down he bites into his lip, his frown furrowed deeper beneath the overhang of cocoa curls. "I... I th-thought he might do it sooner. I-I'm s-sorry, Weyrwoman Aishani... i-it was my fault, I d-didn't mean to... t-to cause trouble." That bare sympathy appears in dark eyes again, and Aishani can allow carefully, "I am sure that you had no intention to allow the incident, nor to cause problems for the Weyr. Sometimes, it can be difficult not to let... personal issues get at you. But the fact still remains that the Weyr has to make some compensation for the animals, and there will be some consequences for your loss of control. Her loss of control. I know not every hold will be your family's, but holders will certainly be nervous if the story gets around... as these things do." A pause, before; "I will leave most of your punishment to your Weyrlingmasters. You are still under their keeping, and they have the best idea of what will be appropriate." N'ky nods his head, looking up from behind his curls to the weyrwoman. "I only wanted to s-show them Cailluneth. I th-thought they might be p-proud, only..." He shrugs, dismissing that notion as naive folly. "I u-understand that p-p-punishment is n-necessary, ma'am. I'll report to W-Weyrlingmaster Meara at her request." The weyrling's frown doesn't ease any as he looks up, a fraction more worried as he begins another hurried attempt to explain. "It w-wasn't Cailluneth's fault, ma'am. I... I remembered what h-happened turns ago at Far Reach when my da-- father started s-saying all those things, and... a-and I pictured it as her. As Cailluneth. A-and she... we... w-we share a lot of strong emotions, ma'am. Mine made her do it. I-it won't happen again, b-but please don't blame her?" With a slight frown, "Meara or Quinlys, whoever you see first. They're both your Weyrlingmaster." Aishani feels the need to point that out before moving on, tilting her head to the side as she listens to N'ky, leans forward to set her drink on the table. Bemused, "I bear... I have no issues with Cailluneth. You lost control; you let her lose control. This is the time you learn to manage that, or you don't graduate, yes? That's why I'm leaving it to Meara and Quinlys. They'll know what will make the greatest... impression, I suppose." There's a slight smile, but it fades quickly enough. "However, it was necessary to offer your father the marks for the sheep. So, when you do graduate, a percentage of your wages will be garnished in order to repay that debt." "Y-yes, ma'am." N'ky accepts it all quietly, simply nodding his head and looking appropriately cowed by the situation. Though, after a moment of thought, he does raise his head, looking curiously to Aishani; "C-can I ask, ma'am, um, h-how much did he want for them? B-because, um... th-there were four ewes, a-and each was pregnant, and th-that should've been, um..." Maths isn't his strong point (given that he still hasn't test out of the remedial weyrling mathematics classes), and he struggles to do the adding up. "A h-half mark for each ewe, and, um, n-normally a quarter for a male lamb, three quarters f-for a female lamb, a-and there might have been twins, but, um... I g-guess there's no way to confirm that." "We'll try not to be overly harsh about it." Since new riders don't have a ton of money to begin with, it might be considered cruel otherwise. There's a slight smirk that Aishani allows to surface at the question from N'ky, and despite the seriousness of the situation, she has to say, "You can always ask." The answer brightens her eyes momentarily, but then, with a sigh, "He asked for four and a half. Our bargaining position is somewhat weakened, but fortunately, I enjoy negotiation. We managed three and a half, but barely. That was for the Weyr, not for you -- so no thanks are necessary." Beat. "There was an argument for twins, but unless someone brings me the corpses and puts them on this table, I'm not paying for them." N'ky nods again, though this time is less of an acceptance of what's going on, and more of an approval of the price reached. "H-he likes to h-haggle," the weyrling admits quietly, running his fingers through his curls to brush them back from his face. "Three a-and a half is a v-very good price, ma'am; you m-must've won him over." He offers the weyrwoman a coy smile as he exhales slowly. "Um... d-did he say anything a-about... a-about me m-maybe n-not being able to... t-to... about dragonriders g-going to Far Reach?" Quietly, "It's in the blood." That has Aishani reaching for her drink again, as the question has her seeming a little sympathetic again; she offers the greenrider a small smile in return before taking a drink. "I like a good deal. I don't feel like it was good, but better than it could have been. Better than... Well." She's darker for a time, looking down into the glass before her gaze finds N'ky again. Careful, "He did not say they were unwelcome, but we will be cautious for some time. If... If you would like to see your family, I think you should do your best to arrange things ahead of time. Or meet elsewhere for a little bit. It takes time for people to forget." "H-he made it clear they're not my f-family any more. I... um, I w-write to two of my sisters. S-sometimes to my uncle Ansly. B-but he made it clear, th-that I'm n-not p-part of Far Reach any more." N'ky runs his fingers through his curls again, this time knotting his grip tightly at his crown, holding it a few moments before dropping his hand back down into his lap. "I'm from the Weyr now, ma'am. Th-this is my home, a-and Cailluneth is my family." "That's unfortunate." Aishani doesn't offer platitudes about time healing wounds or anything of the like, just the truth -- it is unfortunate, really. "Perhaps you will be able to arrange for your family... those that you still count amongst your family... to visit you. Once your punishment is done and you've graduated." There's a moment where she considers her glass again, nodding. "She certainly won't decide that you're not part of her anymore." When she glances back up, she tilts her glass N'ky's way, then finishes it. "Report to your Weyrlingmasters. They'll decide what's right, but I imagine you'll beat yourself up over this as well, so I have no concern for your contrition. Thank you for your time." N'ky murmurs another 'yes ma'am', as he starts to get to his feet following the dismissal. He's only a step away from his chair before he turns around to look at the Weyrwoman, pausing for a moment as he gathers whatever thought he's about to ask into some sensible format. "Um... ma'am? I... I um, h-had a thought that I, er, sh-shared with weyrwoman Azaylia, and she said to bring it, um, u-up with you, and... um... i-if I could h-have another moment of your time to... to ask i-if I, um, well, see, I thought maybe we could r-raise, um, ch-chickens. H-here, in the Weyr. N-not we, really, but, um... me. The o-ones for eggs, n-not so much meat, cos they g-give more." Lots of eggs, as opposed to one chicken, of course! He stops to draw a nervous breath. "I'm g-good with chickens, ma'am. I used to h-help with them when I was a kid, and, um... well, I'm not going to h-have many marks for a while, but... b-but I have a little money left from, um, bets from the H-Hatching and I could... i-if it's alright with you, m-maybe see if there's an, er, e-empty weyr or other space where I could p-perhaps raise a couple?" Rising as well, empty glass held at the ends of long fingers, Aishani glances over to N'ky questioningly, fine brows raised. To her credit, she listens, considering the weyrling for a time. Even after he finishes, it takes her a beat or two before, "Your punishments may not allow for it, but if and when the Weyrlingmasters agree, we could arrange for a few as an experiment. We could see how it goes, certainly. Though I would think it best if you coordinated with the Beastcrafters in terms of space and animal care. I'm certain you still know most of them posted here?" "I d-do, ma'am, yes. I'll s-speak to them when I kn-know what, um, wh-what my punishment will be. Th-thank you." N'ky tucks his chair back under the table, then rubs his right hand over the cast covering his left; scratching an unreachable itch, perhaps. "I'll, um... I'll r-report to the Weyrlingmasters, ma'am. I'm s-sorry, again, f-for the trouble. I-it won't h-happen again." With a sharp salute to the weyrwoman, he looks at the door, taking a step towards it. "H-have a good evening, ma'am?" The questioning inflection added in there to ask whether he really is free to go. "Let me know when and where you've set up, I'll come see. I'm... interested. " Aishani certainly looks interested, even as she offers a slight smile, then sobers to return N'ky's salute, standing tall. "You're free to go. Have a good evening. Apology accepted." And that seems to be enough for her, as she starts back to the alcove, to return her glass or refill it, who knows. |
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