Logs:Searching for Knives
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| RL Date: 9 February, 2013 |
| Who: Brieli, N'rov, Hraedhyth, Cadejoth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: N'rov finds Shani (Brieli) is armed regularly; they discuss what she should do. Hraedhyth reacts to... something and conclusions are drawn. |
| Where: Brieli and Iesaryth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 11, Month 13, Turn 30 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Iolene/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions, H'kon/Mentions, N'muir/Mentions |
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| Evening grays out the skies, but inside it's warm and bright enough. N'rov's sprawled in an armchair, idly playing with one of the knives he'd found on Shani's person, his toes to the fire. "/You/ haven't heard reports of cotholders straying, have you?" If N'rov's in the armchair, it only makes sense that Aishani should be in there with him; she moves to slide over one of the arms and into his lap, though she's mindful of the blade, eyeing him with it a touch nervously. "It's sharp," she warns, unnecessarily. Why would she carry anything else? "And no, have you? Around /here/?" So of course N'rov has to go and push up his sleeve, at least once she appears settled, the better to try and shave the back of his wrist. But first, "Not around here. Back at Fort. It says something that you don't, since your territory's close." Making a face at him for being contrary, Shani still winds arms around his neck, glancing at the knife. It's one of three, not longer than eight inches or so, small and light and yes, sharp. "I just... might not have yet, as much as I hate to admit it. It's not top of mind, nor priorities... which is sad, but..." There's a lot she's dealing with. A puff of breath blows off the few dark hairs, but then with the arm-winding and all... "Where am I supposed to sheathe this when you do that?" N'rov has to inquire, one arm wrapping about his girl while the other hangs down with the knife, the better to keep the two away from each other. "I don't think your upholstery would like it much." And he's not aiming for her back or, worse, her hair. "If you do wind up with some, I'd like to know. But like you said. You've been busy." It's not a hint, just an opening. Her hair might cause more drama than her back, as sad as /that/ is. Shani reaches out - and though she's long enough arms, she can't /quite/ reach. "I can put it back. You're the one that had to pull it out in the first place." As if it's odd to be curious about what she's concealing on her person. "I'll see what I can find out. I ought to look into it, I suppose." And with a sigh, "I have. I might have to go to Benden, yet. I have someone I can send, but..." "Fine." He eases the hilt towards her questing fingers. "Benden? What's with Benden the Proud? And going yourself..." Taking the knife carefully, it does go behind her back, to just below the small of it, where Shani's hidden them. For the moment. "You don't think I should? I... I'm not sure. I don't want to leave for long. I /am/ being paranoid." After a moment, "They just seemed more... supportive for some reason? I'd like to know why. And if they're interested in talking." "I'm not saying I think you shouldn't, or should," and N'rov is quick and certain of his response. Of course he /would/ have to start messing with the knfe in its sheath, though, not to take it out but rather to wiggle it there. "I hope they'll help, though I'm not sure what they could help with. It would be a," how to put it? "Nice change." Wrinkling her nose, settling back against him, "What are you saying, then?" It's light enough, followed with a brief kiss, a wry smile after. "It would be a nice change. There's not all that much that's encouraging from anywhere but your Weyr. Which is... odd. I doubt anyone will /help/ all that much, though." Shani's thoughtful, enough not to swat at him for still screwing around with her /weapons/. "If someone doesn't step up here, someone will come in and do it. That... I can't let that happen. Not after /everything/." "I'm saying that I'm," here he rubs his nose against hers, "nosy. It /is/ odd, but here I am, not complaining. Are you sure you and Azaylia can't go on your merry way, 'build trust' or what have you? Or, and this is not very trust-inspiring, take your grumbling bronzeriders, post them to the Northern Wastes or something. I'm half-surprised N'muir didn't do that to us before, but then, that would really have gotten us out from under his thumb." That makes her smile, despite the seriousness of the subject; she does it in return, wrinkling her nose again. "I wish I could go send you to be nosy on my behalf, once in awhile. But I can't see that helping maintain the oddity of the situation." Arms tightening around him, "I don't know. I know someone's dealing with Telgar, and when Iesaryth poked around at Igen, they said something... that concerned me. It feels like the only thing that will stop it is something decisive. Even then, I'm not entire sure we won't avoid council... and guess who will have to handle that?" If it's a little bitter, it might be understandable. "A delegate of nosiness? Unofficially, maybe," but then doesn't N'rov do some of that anyway? "Igen too, now." He'd be frowning, if it were less than difficult to frown with her in his lap like that. "/Wish/ you didn't have to do all that handling. Wish it had gotten /decided/," but then, who doesn't? "If someone really wanted to slow them down, they'd lock the two brownriders and some agitator who doesn't like either of them in a weyr, make 'em send out their decisions to get their food. Best two out of three wins." "I have another one," Shani tells him, with a slight, slow smile. "But I like you more." She also knows he knows how to keep a secret. And sleeping with him likely helps, just a little. Her smile fades a touch as she notes, "I try not to think too much about what might have happened. We might have decided it, but then where would you be?" Her tone might be a little wistful for a moment. There's a laugh, before, "Well... Taikrin and I seem to have an understanding." "A secret one," N'rov says just as smilingly, though that expression's just as short-lived. "They might have decided it, is what I was thinking. Well, Hraedhyth. We'd be off on a different beach." He stretches, curling his shoulders in, squaring them, relaxing. "How did that whole 'declare her Acting' work out, anyway?" "What would you do if I didn't have a few secrets, at least? I imagine it would make everything less interesting." Aishani then considers before wondering, "I wonder what everything would be like if it had. I'd think everyone would expect that I'd just go on as I had... holding things up for no good reason I can think of." It darkens her gaze, even while absent fingers slide down to work on those shoulders. "It hasn't all been worked out yet. But... if I can make the case to be Senior, she'll support me." A beat. "Funny how that sorted out." "I like your other secrets better," N'rov says lazily, like maybe he's talking about something else altogether. "Holding things up so they don't crash, maybe, for the 'little people' who can't fly away from it all." What had become relaxation under her touch, though, tightens into more of a twitch, though not precisely in complaint. "/Will/ she. I thought you said she was Azaylia's right-hand girl, 'wingmates' through thick and thin. No?" HEAT. Hraedhyth scorches all in her path, fury unchecked as it feeds off of another, flames roar matching the primal bellow that sounds from her ledge. There's no sense of it, black silhouettes writhing in agony, their wails felt rather than heard. Betrayal. Pain. Loss. Inky black soot is thick enough to choke on, restraint belatedly smearing in an attempt to block the source of the inferno. Even after, the heat lingers, drums thumping with far too much force, though little else is revealed. (Hraedhyth to all High Reaches dragons) « Hraedhyth. » Cadejoth's entreaty is both warning and apology, and reaches out in an attempt to sooth not only the queen, but the Weyr she has surely disconcerted. « All will be well. » Nothing to see here, move along! « All is well. » (Cadejoth to all High Reaches dragons) "Which ones? Enlighten me." Shani says it like she's got a good idea what those might be, but would like to hear about it anyway. That might distract her out of conversation entirely, but then there's that /bellow/ from the nearby ledge, and she's blinking out towards hers, perhaps a little pale, hands stilled. Frustrated, "Of course. Of course he did. Because..." Glancing back, clearly annoyed, "He told her. Couldn't keep a secret that went to the grave... What a..." She can't quite finish a sentence. The whisper of the ocean that lingers over the Weyr intensifies at the bellow, the fury, the heat. Iesaryth isn't precisely helping Cadejoth, but their instinct is similar; with a weight to the tide rolling out, she seeks to calm the dragons, if not Hraedhyth. Breezes carry away soot, though smoke lingers there on the winds, like bonfires on the beach. (Iesaryth to all High Reaches dragons) N'rov's swearing, Vhaeryth rising out of his coil with eyes glinting orange, /not/ soothed as he stares across the way. N'rov can't rise, but /his/ hands have tightened about her. It takes a moment to piece together 'him' and 'her', but with the dragons... "Are you going there?" Then, "Not without backup." Iesaryth isn't exactly relaxed herself, but she's /focused/ in a way that she rarely is, rarely has been since Iolene died. And with good reason; "About Iolene." Shani can barely clarify, hands balling into fists on his shoulders. She doesn't stand yet, doesn't so much as shift as his grasp tightens on her, fine brows knit in worry. "No. There's no sense now. She'll say I should have told her, but how could I then? And why does it matter /now/?" Resting her head on his shoulder, squeezing her eyes shut tight, "I doubt you'd be the best backup in this case." Vhaeryth takes a great gulping breath and crouches, his half-unfurled wings a shield, the distress in his gaze lessening beneath it. N'rov's swallowed, hard. Now he glances to the ledges, then says, "There's no sense in that. That's the problem." He swallows again, tightly, and outright hugs her to him. "Until you get a better one." Iesaryth might be concentrating, but not so much that she can't shift to settle closer to Vhaeryth, snake out her tail to touch his. /She's/ fine, things will be fine. She doesn't remember but she knows; « She was terribly upset. » The queen didn't like hiding such a thing, but it was Ysavaeth's to hide. And Shani's even more concerned with N'rov's reaction, glancing up from where she's curled against him. "I can't win. No matter what I do, I either betray someone else or myself. What's worse?" There's a brush of her hand to his cheek, soothing. "I'll be all right. We will." He touches tails in return, and more, a distractedly fond bump of his muzzle towards her neck. « Yes. » Then, « I will fly. The air will be clearer there, Iesaryth. 'Endurance and persistence will be rewarded.' » As for his rider: "You don't," N'rov says, almost sternly, "have to soothe me." He's looking at her, very intently. "Not that I disagree, but that's because we'll make it so. She's dead now. You're not. Cards are going on the table, Shani, and as bad as this is... maybe by the end of it you won't have to hide." And then Vhaeryth throws himself into the skies, the last of the snowfall, and the dark starry night beyond. She'd follow him; she wants to follow. The air /would/ be clearer there, but Iesaryth is bound to her duty, to keep things /even/. Calm. « Thank you, Vhaeryth. » For being there, for putting up with the constant possibility of raging infernos. There's a blink for his rider at that tone, and Aishani can summon a ghost of a smile. "You're worried," she tells N'rov, though not near as sternly. "I'm not, no. I don't know why I have to carry all the anger for /her/ along with mine, and everything else. And... I suppose they are." She's somewhere between intrigued and terrified by his last, but even with widened eyes, "If... if I step /up/, I almost want them to /know/. Know what I did and what I /didn't/ do. Didn't just topple things when I could have." « Iesaryth. » He'll be back, when matters have calmed in the high-north Weyr, and there needn't be so much effort /to/ calm it. "She should carry her own," he agrees, though there's a note to his voice that suggests he isn't positive that he understands. "I worry... I worry that you'll step up, but it'll be like Iolene, it'll work for a while but it won't be /real/, and they'll topple you too. If Hraedhyth rises next, and is bronze-caught, or caught on a two-full-moon night or whatever by Faranth it takes, where will you be?" The whisper of the ocean will follow him up and away; if she can't go, she'll watch Vhaeryth from afar, even while she works to calm the dragons, and maybe, just maybe, through that, the riders. Shani will try to explain, if a little wearily, "K'del is angry at me for it, but he can't be angry at Iolene, so why not hate me. Why not see everything I do as suspicious." Not that she's /not/ suspicious on occasion, but still. And she can give that some thought. "Then, I'll be demoted, I suppose - which is /stupid/, but there it is. And unlike Iolene, I talk to people. I know what they're saying, how much I can push. And I know I can stand up to council, or anyone who wants to come in. Who else /will/? I can just let it go, but then who knows where they'll consipire to ship /me/ off to." "As opposed to oh, say, following orders," N'rov says, and his tone would be more dry if only he weren't looking at her that way. Worried, yes. But if he has any concerns about how much she can stand up, how much she can push, they're concerns /for/ her, and so he says nothing. Instead, "I'd visit you wherever you went. Unless it were Fort, when I wouldn't have to," and never mind that there are three queens already, not to mention the other complications. "But it shouldn't have to come to that. It won't. Unless /you/ decide you've had enough of the whole place, and want to. And in the meantime, you can make your alliances. It's only going to be, what, a couple of Turns. Not forever." Simply, "She was my Weyrwoman, even before... she wasn't really. She sent me to find Iesaryth. And she was desperate." What else could Shani do? "I would have done the same were it Azaylia. It was difficult to do anything but... help." Iolene was her friend, in other words. When she straightens enough to meet his gaze straight on, she tries to look as if he /shouldn't/ be all that concerned. But she knows that won't happen, so she likewise says nothing. Lightly, "To the ends of the continents? And I won't /let/ it. Whatever reason I'm here... I think I'm supposed to be." Leaning in for a soft kiss, she murmurs after, "I've started. And not forever, no. I can make plans for however things end up, in the meantime." "There's desperation," but N'rov cuts himself off there, protectiveness ceded to respect. He kisses her back, not as soft, he can't quite manage that. "Maybe Azaylia will understand better than he did. In the end. It's, it's /awful/ that this thing pits you two against each other, Shani. Maybe," and he's half-laughing now, "maybe it's you two who should go off on an island together for a sevenday. Make the old man make sure the place doesn't fall down, the one that quit Acting before, then afterwards sic her on the unhappy bronzeriders. It'll keep them all busy... but in the meantime, I /plan/ to kiss you." So he does. Aishani gives him a /look/, but she doesn't say anything when he cuts himself off - and especially when he kisses her back that way. "Maybe I can explain," she says quietly after, resting her forehead against his. "Maybe she will. I... I hope I can explain everything so it won't be something that's about being /against/ each other. But everyone seems to want it to be a competition." N'rov's idea doesn't sound like the worst one in the world at this point, but any response to it is forestalled by the kissing, which - at this point - isn't about to stop anytime soon. Vhaeryth won't be back for a while and maybe there's more knives to find hidden on the goldrider /somewhere/. It's worth searching. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 10 Feb 2013 04:33:02 GMT.
< Aw. <3 N'rov's worried. That's so sweet. And, Hraedhyth has to ruin everything, doesn't she? >_>; It's interesting to see Brieli unsure, if only slightly. No doubt she feels safe, being where she is during this scene. ~<3
Brieli (Brieli (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 10 Feb 2013 04:34:40 GMT.
< He's the only one she can talk to about all of it, really.
Also, I enjoy that she sees no irony in complaining about being blamed for other people's mistakes.
Zian (Zian (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 10 Feb 2013 18:19:14 GMT.
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Alright, alright. Maybe a Brieli crush too. <3
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