Logs:Reporting Back
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| RL Date: 8 February, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: In the aftermath of the Turnday tragedy, Edyis reports back to R'hin. |
| Where: Homestead Built For Two Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 11, Month 13, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Issedi/Mentions, Devaki/Mentions, Daroda/Mentions, Wulfan/Mentions, Alida/Mentions, Dilan/Mentions, Braeden/Mentions, Rynien/Mentions, K'son/Mentions, Madilla/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions |
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The passageway leads between the two couches, the walls narrowing in until it's nothing but a corridor with darkness at the far end. A doorway leads off in each direction, the two rooms almost identical as far as size and shape are concerned: roughly oval, with aged tapestries covering raw stone almost the entire way around the room. They're easily large enough to house living quarters and bedroom each: to have both to one person would be pure luxury. Both rooms have doors with locks, as though occupants of this double weyr live together, but desire absolute privacy nonetheless. She didn't ask Quinlys to drop her off at the ledge, but rather grabbed the elevator dragon for it after parting company with the bluerider and Farideh. Hair still a mess, her clothes still disheveled from the events of the night, it's only after her ride is out of sight that she's working the lock picks disguised as hairpins. Edyis's fingers shaking just enough to make the work difficult, but she's in no mood to wait out in the winter weather. The sound of dragonwings flexing and talons scraping against the stone might be indication that one of the owners is arriving -- Leiventh a dark bulk against the evening, marked only by the gleaming of eyes. It's not until R'hin strides into the passageway, visible by the light of the glow basket there, that he's recognized, wearing full leathers. "And here I thought--" he takes a look at Edyis, pauses a beat, and -- gently, but firmly, reaches to push her hands out of the way and unlock the door, waiting for her to precede him. Edyis dark eyes lift but she doesn't protest, the picks themselves tucked into a pocket rather than back into her hair, entering the weyr and heading straight for the cabinet without a word. Pulling out a bottle and glasses perhaps as a matter of habit than conscious action, and perhaps it is telling though that she goes for something with considerable bite, rather than a favored wine. If R'hin's bothered with her behavior, it doesn't show -- the bronzerider seems to take it in stride, shutting the door behind him, pale eyes taking in Edyis' path towards his cabinet with an easy acceptance -- maybe even approval -- of her choice. He unzips his flight jacket, but doesn't shrug it off yet -- it's chilly inside the weyr, and he unshutters the glow nearest the door, before striding towards the hearth, crouching to start a fire. Downing her glass and refilling it before bringing the rest to the couch, she finally opens her mouth calmly. "Lady Issedi was murdered." "I-- heard. The dragons. Came back, soon as I--" R'hin's frowning at the fire, a flickering light suggesting he's successful, leaning back on his heels to watch for a moment, before he rises. He regards Edyis again, and follows her to the couch after a detour to collect a glass for himself, leaning out with steady hands to take custody of the bottle from her. "You were there?" something in the interested lean of the bronzerider and intent expression rephrases the question to, tell me. Edyis nods, The bottle gone, she sets her glass aside long enough to start pulling apart the pins holding the last of her hair up. So that length of it falls loosely into something more natural and less harried as she explains. "Didn't see her stabbed, but a dark haired man shouted "Kill the Exile." From what I could hear of the questions some exile pushed her infront of Devaki so that she was hit instead." Lifting her glass again and taking a long pull. "Saw someone running away from the chaos, and I didn't think, just fell in step with Alida and helped her take him down. Don't think I've ever seen her quite that violent. But of course by then it was too late." First things first; R'hin fills his glass, and while she's set it aside, refills her glass, too. He sets the bottle safely on the floor next to him, and while sipping, listens intently, not interrupting. His lips thin, thoughtfully. "Kill the exile?" he repeats, dubiously. "You sure?" he's frowning, briefly, though that shifts into a chuckle at her mention of Alida. "A guard will always be a guard." The way he says it doesn't necessarily make it a compliment so much as a statement of fact. "Was he the only one? Were there others? Anyone else acting oddly or seeming out of place?" None of these questions should be a surprise -- it's all things he's taught her to watch for. Edyis closes her eyes, a moment as though replaying the event in her mind, opening them again after a minute. "Death to the exile. If you want the precise phrasing. " She replies correcting herself; brow furrowed. "Didn't get there until later, Azaylia and that bronze rider from Fort N'rov were closer, There was a girl... looked strange. Wasn't dressed properly and she waded out in the water after. The guards seemed...off. Maybe it was just the shock of it? The creepy redheaded one who was hitting on Farideh and Quinlys was pretty useless. Sort of just stood there at first." Brown eyes settling on the bronze rider. "The man was the only one who was trying to get away at first, was pretty desperate too. I was sort of running in a gather dress though, I could have missed something." There's one of R'hin's knowing, of course, he wants the exact phrasing. He takes a sip of wine, setting it aside briefly to unzip his jacket the rest of the way and shrug out of it, standing to lay it over the back of the couch, now the burning hearth is starting to warm the air in the weyr. "Azaylia was close?" he focuses in on that, frowning. "Did he show any interest in her, or just in the Lord?" "Wasn't close enough to see that much R'hin." She answers kicking off her shoes and pulling her legs under her. "He stabbed and ran." She sighs, "Seemed like the thing to do was catch him and interrogate him. Unfortunately, Alida caught him to he point of unconsiousness." Taking a pace or two towards the hearth, R'hin stares into the fire while she answers. "She's a guard," he says of Alida, like that sort of reaction is to be expected. "The Hold took custody of him, I assume?" he barely waits for confirmation, before, "Means we probably won't hear anything more. Doubt they'd let Weyrfolk talk to him after last time, though," he looks thoughtful a moment, rubbing at his chin, the thought uncompleted. "At least he has a named heir of Rynien's line. This shouldn't unsettle things too much for us, I hope. I'd heard," and he turns now to take in her expression, "Igen surfaced there, too?" "Couldn't exactly come up with a good argument for a bartender hanging on to a prisoner. No." Edyis answers around her glass. "If something doesn't happen to his Heir that is." But she nods, "Naturally. Daroda was a mess." R'hin gives an easy nod, like it's to be expected. "Hard to blame them, no matter the Weyr's involvement." He glances sidelong, suddenly, scratching at his chin again. "K'del's assigned Glacier to the Hold for now. As for the heir... I'm sure they'll put the kid back in swaddling for the next ten Turns or so," the bronzerider's chuckling, not exactly sympathetic for the lifestyle of the Blooded. "Mm." Edyis nods to mention of Glacier. "That's a lovely mental image." She smirks on the topic of swaddling clothes. "Yes well, some would argue that the Weyr system isn't much better since to outside appearances power is all about who fucks who." The bronzerider strides over to the couch again, not to take a seat, but to stoop and collect that bottle, refilling her glass, whether it's needed or not, with the intention of drawing attention to it. R'hin doesn't exactly seem disagreeable about the notion of the Weyr system, a low-throated chuckle answering that as he sets the bottle down and moves further into the weyr. "Might get K'son's eldest to spend some time with Madilla's boy. Don't want to spook the kid." "Mm," She answers lifting the glass and taking a long drink. "Can't say I envy the kid, stuck between two families, between two different worlds like that. I wonder if he would even understand why someone would want to do that to his father." A touch saddened at the thought or maybe all the wine is starting to kick in. "Or do you mean to use K'son's son to see what can be gleaned?" No surely he wouldn't right? R'hin's voice is distant, for all that he's just across the weyr, digging in his wardrobe for a moment. "I mean," with a sharpness that suggests he's affronted that she'd even suggest it, "To keep an eye on him, without unsettling the boy. There's little chance someone would go for him, but he is the son of an exile, and if that was really their true goal--" like he's not convinced it is, yet, "--then he could be at risk." His steps grow louder as he returns, with blanket and pillow, setting them on the arm of the couch beside her. Perhaps surprisingly, or even unsurprisingly the sharpness is met with a warm chuckle as though it was expected. "Naturally. Even beyond K'son's son. Dilan will have a whole weyr full of people on alert keeping an eye out for him." She frowns a moment though, staring at the wine in her glass. "Suppose though... that Issedi was the one that the knife was meant for, the thing I can't figure out is why," tugging the blanket loose from it's folds. Once she's moved the blanket, R'hin leans on the arm of the couch, staring thoughtfully down at her. "By all accounts she was well liked. She was pregnant, and if Devaki thought the child wasn't his--" with a sudden, dismissive shake of his head, "I doubt he'd do it so publicly, though. There are far more subtle ways to take care of that. The one thing she did help lend him was legitimacy, though. She was Rynien's daughter, Braeden's sister. It could be a move to weaken him. Igen might've planted ideas." "Igen has confirmation, under duress true, but confirmation none the less. If they wanted to weaken his position, there are other options. Killing her would have only made sense before she produced a legitimate heir." Emptying her glass and setting it on the table to pull the blanket over her lap. "And most accounts would say that the two of them cared very much for each other so I'm not sure I buy the not my kid angle either." Looking thoughtfully back at him. R'hin leans to collect the bottle, and her empty glass, too. "Those who supported them, may have supported her, because she was seen as more legitimate. If there are those that genuinely don't accept Braeden's recognition of the exile's Blood ties..." he trails off for a moment. "There's more of a divide of exile versus not at play than is perhaps obvious to us. I'll have Savannah spend some time to get a feel for it, but... I suspect this has been going on longer than just recently. You," with a grin, "However, should get some sleep. There'll be plenty of rumors doing the rounds at the lounge tomorrow." Edyis squints and mutters. Dragging the pillow over. "Don't remind me. That's what got me into trouble in the first place." Wine and lack of adrenaline, however, win over stubborn petulance, and after sticking her tongue out at him. She curls up with the pillow and the blanket and is out in minutes. |
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