Logs:Second-Fiddle Father
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| RL Date: 13 August, 2016 |
| Who: Alida, C'ris, Edyis, T'zur |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Talk of candidates, unfortunate trips down South, old emnities, and asshat wingmates. |
| Where: Hatching Galleries, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 18, Month 7, Turn 41 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Jocelyn/Mentions, Farideh/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Alysce/Mentions |
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Ringing the southwestern side of the hatching sands are ample tiers of
carved stone benches, the lowest of which is some six feet off the ground
-- just high enough to separate wayward hatchlings from unwary viewers,
and vice versa. A metal railing on the outside helps prevent anyone from
falling off; it also extends up the stairs that lead the way higher into
the galleries. While most of the area is open seating, ropes section off
some of the closer tiers when dignitaries are expected; those areas even
feature cushions in the Weyr's blue and black.
The higher one climbs, the more apparent the immense scale of the entire
cavern becomes. The dragon-sized entrance on the ground is dwarfed by the
expansive golden sands that glitter in the light. Everything on them is
easily visible from the galleries, whether that's a clutch of eggs and a
broody queen, or simply its emptiness and the handful of darker tunnels
that lead to more private areas than the bowl. Wherever one sits or looks,
however, one thing is constant: the overwhelming, suffocating heat. The warm weather means T'zur's in short sleeves today with the top buttons already undone. Going to the hatching sands when it's already hot isn't usually his thing, but today the bronzerider's sitting with one of the candidates, gesturing towards the sands now and then and waving elegantly. He could be miming anything from, that's where you'll be soon, to Akulseth caught a fish this big, by the way he's gesturing. Edyis is reclined in the nicer section of bleachers, blouse unbuttoned a few buttons with a stack of reports in her lap as she looks on over her lifemate who is dutifuly at Aidavanth's side. His nose turns, eyeing the candidates with a modicum of curiosity. Spending two weeks at Ierne healing up enough to come back home wasn't the worst thing at all to happen to Alida and Ilicaeth. There were things to discover, investigate, experience. Until the beginning of the second week... then the inability to exercise as she was wont to do, the inability to go to her Harper lessons, the inability to go and do as she pleased kicked in. *Then* the more rotten side of the blonde's personality snuck forth. By the time she was allowed to return to 'Reaches (a half seven earlier than the Healers had wanted, but the Weyrwoman had INSISTED on), she was ready to explode. But *now* back in home territory, and with a bubbly pie in one hand, where does the often reticent bluerider choose to show her face for the second time (aside from the Kitchens)? Yup. Here in the Galleries, after Ilciaeth tells her that Akluseth and Edyis are in attendence of the eggs. As she confidently mounts the stairs, it's rather easy to see the way her left arm is wrapped close to her body (to preserve the stabbed, still-healing musculature in its pectoral and shoulder area), though it doesn't hinder the woman much at all. She's making a beeline to her best bud, and scoping out the relative unknown of T'zur and those candidates, right now. Oh, how lucky for all of them. C'ris is hardly ever sans something; duty or Lyrisa or some other thing that keeps the bluerider busier than most. Today, however, he is. There's no baby to wrangle and no dragon to deal with and no sweeps to ride. Honestly, without any of these, he seems sort of lost and a bit confused as he wanders aimlessly into the hatching cavern. It doesn't stop him from taking the steps up to the galleries two at a time, as if he has places to be, but once there he kind of falters. His gaze slides over the groups of people in the stands, fingers dragging through his own fluffy hair, before he leans awkwardly instead at the railing to look towards the eggs. Apparently a look by a dragon is enough to make the pretty looking candidate skittish; she edges back closer to T'zur, muttering something under her breath. Not long after that, T'zur's companion goes fleeing up the stairs, almost knocking into Alida in her haste to leave. "Sorry, I uh, sorry!" and she's gone like a flash, dodging past C'ris, with the bronzerider glancing after her with a rueful look. Catching sight of his wingmate, the Glacier rider frowns momentarily, watching her path towards Edyis as he pushes to his feet. C'ris' approach to the railing stops any movement, however, as he nods towards the bluerider. "Afternoon. Ris, is it?" he hazards a guess. "And here I thought they'd have given you a dressing down and stuck you on sweeps." Or something, Edyis teases Alida warmly as she spots her blueriding buddy, gaze going distant as Akluseth informs her of the influx of guests. Ink-dark eyes peer over checking out the girl's exit, a small smirk working its way over her mouth. "Well skittish bunch this lot seem to be aren't they?" C'ris and T'zur get a nod of greeting. Sorry T'zur, except that Akluseth is not sorry about scaring off the arm candy. Moving to coil around a patch of mottled eggs with a chuff before his eyes close again. "Hey! Watch the fuck out.." a slightly irascable Alida clips off low, intently to the near-knocking down, the blonde ruefully shaking her head at the rapidly-departing female, then staring at T'zur like perhaps it might be *his* fault. She sees him rise, but there's Edyis to head towards, so T'zur gets a quick nod of Wingmate to wingmate. As for C'ris, well, mister tentative is noticed only as he leans over the railing to oggle the eggs, mister pretty getting a small shake of her pale head before 'lida settles down companionably beside Ed. "Oh, shells no. I had all the evidence totally in our favor. Dumb mutherfuckers didn' know they were messin' with a rider-Guard." Snert. A quick wave of her pastry-holding hand to snorting (now resting) Akluseth presages the bluie's low, "Enjoyin' playin' second-fiddle pappa?" Smirkie. C'ris startles only slightly at being addressed, but it is quickly overwhelmed with a bright smile that breaks across his lips. He answers T'zur easily, openly, "Oh, yeah, sure. Ris works, though only Quinlys really calls me that, to be honest. C'ris is already short enough, you know?" He rolls up a shoulder in a gesture that manages to be self-deprecating even in its simplicity, as if it's his fault for not having a long enough name. "Sorry, I uh-- Don't know yours. I've been so busy for the past turn or so, and Mivength is not helpful at all, ever really. So it's not like I can be all smooth and ask him to get yours from your dragon." T'zur doesn't even suspect a dragon's motives; he doesn't even look at the brown, only insofar as he's near the eggs, anyway. The two women are given a nod -- it could be termed wary, but hard to tell, given the bronzerider turns away quickly to lean on the railing near C'ris. "Oh, C'ris, sorry. Thought I overheard someone call you that before. I, uh, think I'll elect not to call you the same thing as your... uh, weyrmate?" he hazards another guess. "T'zur," he supplies, readily enough, with a grin. "Bronze Tziveth." Lower, now: "Think they're talking about us?" he doesn't point -- he's not that obvious, but there's a slight movement of his head to indicate the pair of riders seated behind them. Edyis smirks, gaze settling briefly on T'zur and C'ris before returning to the report. "You haven't missed much, other than Jocelyn's negotiation with Monaco. I still don't know how I feel about it, but it could go worse I expect." She scratches at the back of her neck absently, "To be honest I could do with a discrete bit of trouble myself, all this egg sitting has me on edge, with very little in the way of stress relief." Stupid moony brown. Does Akluseth look Smug in his sleep? Why yes, yes he does. "Heard a few things off the grapevince about that after I returned..." Alida murmurs of the Monaco agreement with Jocelyn, the blonde's small shrug of her good arm showing such doesn't matter too much to *her*. As for Edyis' mood while her smug brown sticks to the Sands like glue, there's a light snert, and an offer of half her bubbly pie (boysenberry!), the thing still pretty warm. "'fraid this is all I c'n offer, right now." WHispered so only Ed can hear, "Next time Lydia's on business down South, you c'n sit in for 'er, find yer own marauders." Eyeroll. As for C'ris and T'zur, well, there's only the occasional quick look for them, clear green eyes more curious than truly, deeply interested. Both are quite easy on the eyes, so why not scope the out a tad, now and again? Oh, yeah, and there's the built-in guard thing, too. Always be aware. "Oh, uh, no. Not weyrmates. We have our own weyrs, but, you know, with Lyrisa and everything, well--." C'ris winces and stops attempting to explain the relationship, an apology written in his expression as he casts a look towards T'zur. "You're a transfer, right? You must be, because I've been involved in the last few clutches and you're young, aren't you? Not that-- You know. Welcome to High Reaches, bronzerider!" But his gaze will follow the other rider's gesture, not as skilled at subtlety as he looks over the two. Then, of course, he's flashing a smile and lifting his fingers in a wave before he answers his new friend: "No, I don't think so. I mean, Edyis really isn't the gossip type, I swear. She's a good kid. And I don't think Alida'd ever find me interesting enough to talk about. Every time we talk, I think she thinks I'm an idiot, probably." A pause, and the chatty bluerider is straightening with another flash of an apologetic smile as he adds, "Actually, I've been meaning to give my congratulations to Edyis. If you want to--?" He tips his chin up to their seats. T'zur does his best to look interested, given he's trying to make friends, though his brow starts to furrow as C'ris mentions other people he doesn't know. "Ah, well," he says, awkwardly, for a moment. "Transfer, yes," he agrees, a slight stiffening of posture at the indication he's young, voice a shade defensive: "We've been riding just under four Turns, now." When C'ris waves towards the pair he was subtly indicating, there's a decided wince. "Ahh, yes. Well, Alida seems... mmm." If you can't say anything nice... just switch topics: "So you help out with the weyrlings? What's that like?" When C'ris gestures towards the other pair of riders, he gives an easy, agreeable shrug, and gestures for the bluerider to precede him. "Do you miss your Weyr? High Reaches is a good place; you'll like it here," C'ris takes the time to assure T'zur, holding up his fingers in another gesture of apology for the defensiveness before he continues on. "Even Alida is a good egg. She just-- I don't know. I think she's more comfortable with not having anyone." He again shrugs a helpless shoulder, turning to make his way up the steps. In the short journey from here to there, he manages to carry on with explaining: "Oh, I used to. Now it's not really professional, you know? Since I had a kid with the Weyrlingmaster and all that. But I did like it; I don't think I'm what anyone expects or looks for in a weyrlingmaster and I hated the discipline aspect of it, but I liked being there for them, you know? When they were in such a difficult place in life." Faranth, it doesn't even seem like he takes a breath. But then they're there and he has to stop to address Edyis with another bright smile: "Hey, congratulations, Edyis! The eggs look great." Edyis tilts her head with a huff, "Aye, never thought I would actually miss having to flit off to bootleg liquor." Raking a hand through her hair before accepting the pie. "This is plenty trust me." Ed grins, glancing over at the blue and bronzeriders again. "I swear there was a time maybe when I wasn't socially awkward, but I think Akluseth's been in my head too long. " And as C'ris gets close enough the brownrider grins. "Thank you, you'll have to look after them once they hatch, I'm fairly sure Quinlys won't trust us with them." A sad tone with that. "I haven seen much in the way of the candidates yet though, have you. Hello T'zur." Her greeting warm. It doesn't take long for T'zur to consider the answer to C'ris' question. "Not excessively, no. Jocelyn told me this was a good place, and I don't think she was wrong." He's certainly interested in the bluerider's assessment of the Glacier bluerider, pursing lips thoughtfully as he shortens his stride to match. He's listening closely to C'ris' talk of his time with the weyrlings, tugging a hand through his hair. Even if he was going to respond, it seems like there's no sufficient pause in which to do so, and so he remains silent on that score. While C'ris congratulates Edyis, he edges in, leaning against the back of a chair the next row down, "Hey Edyis," he greets, casually, before he observes to Alida: "Haven't seen you in drills for a couple of sevens. Rumor in the wing was you caught some disease down south," a brief twitch of lips, clearly aware of the double entendre of the words, before his gaze settles on her arm. "But I guess the rumors were off base." "It ain't worth it..." Alida announces with a small roll of her eyes, then looking down at her heavily bandaged shoulder..where a couple of points of blood are beginning to show up. "Fuck it..." is muttered sourly, said blood ignored for more interaction with the brownrider. As for sociability and Akluseth, there's a knowing bit of a secret smirk-smile. "Don't tell anybody, but even Ilicaeth's finally getting to me in that respect a little, too. He says I only snarl or ignore people now half the time instead uv' 99 percent." Her pale, braided head nods for the acceptance of the half of the bubbly pie, the arriving C'ris getting a polite bob of that head once again, while T'zur's offered a more concrete, "'mate." Wingmate. Hey, she's at least accepted him as such, showing he's earned his Glacier stripes in her watchful eyes. Aside to Ed is murmured, "Think Ak would allow both uv' us down to oggle his orbs?" Snicker. Good thing she didn't overhear those words of Quinlys. "Oh, were you-- Did something happen, Alida? You ok?" questions C'ris in immediate concern at T'zur's words, his gaze sliding from the younger bronzerider who is obviously more in the know to the other bluerider. "If you're sick-- I'm meant to pick up Lyrisa later." The words hold the hint of apology as he steps back closer to T'zur. But it doesn't stop him from nodding at Edyis, continuing, "No, no. Quinlys isn't-- I'm sure she'd be happy for any of your help, if you have the time. She never turned me away, after all, and well, look at me. But I'll check in on them for you, definitely." He shakes his head. "Haven't seen any of the candidates, really. Mivength doesn't really search, so--." Edyis laughs, "I don't know that he could focus enough to manage it, but I can ask him next time he wakes up." The double Entendre gets a look from Edyis, but if Alida's heckles aren't up, she's not going to get bent out of shape about it, this time at least. Edyis does smile at C'ris, "C'ris you are the sweetest and most patient person ever, I don't think anybody could turn you down. In fact I think most of the girls in our classes had a crush on you if I recall correctly." Probably some of the guys too, but Ed never asked. "Akluseth rarely does either." At the talk of candidates, T'zur straightens and admits: "Tziveth's found one candidate so far -- a crafter girl -- though I don't think there's all that much to her. Not sure if she'll find anything out on the sands, but then," with a snort, and a shake of his head, "Dragons are weird, right? The fuck knows how they decide." There's no mistaking; somewhat of a pleased grin on the Glacier bronzerider's face at Alida's greeting of him. "Ought to have someone look at that," with a jerk of head towards her shoulder, frowning. Sighing - as if deeply tired of telling her tale over and over again - Alida murmurs levelly to concerned C'ris and inquiring T'zur, "Couple 'r so sevens ago, I got ambushed by bandits while I was down South. They got the worst uv' it..." though obviously *she* got her own lumps. At least Ilicaeth's currently reminding her to be decent, likely for the blonde mutters, "Thanks fer askin', C'ris, T'zur." Ah, then there's the 'Q' name, and it brings a wrinkle to the bluie's nose for a long moment, wiped clean when she nods to Edyis. "Just lemme know when an' if he does. Like ta be down there again and *not* a candidate." Listening to the bronzerider's words of Searching makes her nod briskly, green eyes crossing for a moment. "Ilicaeth ain't a Searcy-type, but once in awhile, he picks one or two. Usually they Impress." Is that a faint swell of her chest in pride? "Already did..." is riposted back to T;zur of her slightly seeping wound. "Likely just 'cause I sorta-waved at Akluseth." Stupid of her, but oh, well. C'ris laughs, an easy exhale of the sound and followed by a light grin towards Edyis as if she's made a great joke. "Right, can you just imagine like, Farideh's face? If she heard you say that?" But he's quick to move on, nodding acceptance for Alida's story even if his brows drag slightly together. And he will be the one to defend the nameless, mysterious crafter girl, offering, "If your dragon searched her, there must be something to her. The dragons aren't wrong, even if they don't always impress." He glances towards the eggs, briefly, before he turns his attention back to the other riders to add, "But yeah, who knows how they decide. I've never had anyone say they got a good answer from their dragon after a search." Edyis says, "Suppose we will see." Edyis notes of the sands. Edyis grins a little, "Never tell Pia, but I'm fairly sure it's because she guessed his secret itchy spot." The brownrider grinning, wryly. "He's right, though, if the scab is popped, or worse you have stitches, and those are popped." Edyis trails off with a sigh then. "And I'm afraid I forgot about a somewhat important meeting elsewhere, so I must take my leave." Getting to her feet, "We should catch up though Alida, more than just chatting over pies, when things settle down." C'ris gets a warm smile, at mention of Farideh's name, and a laugh. And for T'zur there's even a muted smile. "See you round."" "Bandits?" T'zur echoes, not precisely disbelievingly, but: "What bandit'd attack a rider?" He says, shaking his head. Of Alida's request of Edyis, he can't help but say: "Ought to volunteer as an assistant weyrlingmaster, then. C'ris was just talking about it," with a tip of head towards the other bluerider. "Then you get to be right on the sands, without all the angst of wondering if you're going to Impress." He gives his fellow Glacier rider a look at her latter comment, but doesn't seem inclined to press. "None of Tziveth's candidates have ever Impressed. But then, he does pick strange ones, I guess." It doesn't seem a criticism on his dragon so much as a thoughtful observation. "Maybe this one'll be an exception," except he doesn't seem that convinced. "See you, Edyis," he says, lifting a hand by way of farewell. "Will do, Ed," Alida notes almost blithely of the departing brownrider, the blonde looking to shrug off her friend's concern with an eyeroll. "I'll live, believe me." Smirk. For T'zur, there's a knowing shake of her plaited head. "I wasn't in rider gear, and Ilicaeth wasn't around. I was just probably some poor holder 'r trader schmuck, ta them." The small, but wicked grin on her face shows the two men just what a huge mistake they made in messing with the bluerider. And then there's a small gawp of the bronzerider's suggestion, followed by a peal of laughter that's quickly cut off so that Akluseth doesn't get irked. Clipped off briskly is, "Oh, that's outta' the question. Believe me, Quinlys wouldn't let me within twenty feet uv her precious littles." Snort. That one word - the name of the Weyrlingmaster - is touched with a nearly-blithe hint of bitterness, disgust, and old anger. To C'ris is noted with better aplomb, "Don't look so concerned." C'ris does look concerned; his smile has disappeared into a frown, for all that it was there a moment ago in wishing Edyis goodbye. His brows are drawn together, and defensiveness flicks across his features for the way that Alida speaks of Quinlys. He answers flatly, "Quinlys is fair about those she lets work with the weyrlings. If she wouldn't let you, you should stop and consider why, probably." He shakes his head, dismissive, before he straightens. He still adds to Alida nicely, "See you around, Alida. And T'zur. It was good to meet you. Good luck with your candidate and with settling into High Reaches and all that--." He nods towards T'zur, not able to help the quirk of a smile he offers, before he turns to retreat too and leave T'zur alone with his wingmate. "Ought to travel with a trader's colors and name. That way they know retribution'll come, more likely than not stay away," T'zur suggests, with a tip of head. "That, or... don't look so innocent and vulnerable and alone," he adds with a rueful laugh. The latter comments earn a slight frown; clearly, T'zur has walked into the midst of old animosities he has little clue about. Alida gets a thoughtful, measured look from her wingmate, as does C'ris. "What...?" he starts, as C'ris makes to leave. "Uh, sure. See you around, C'ris." And now Alida is the sole beneficiary of the bronzerider's curious regard. Quietly, though firmly to C'ris is riposted, "There's likely things about Quinlys y'll never know. It's only typical...a lover defendin' the other." Alida can't help the rough shrug that pulls across both her shoulders by accidental habit, a small hiss breaking through her teeth as anothoer stitch pops, and a little more blood wells up into her bandage. Fuck. "I don' have ta consider..." is noted to the other bluerider as she slowly rises, makes to leave. "I'm too tough for most uv 'er human weyrlings. I expect too much." Perhaps which is why the woman deals mostly with dragons. With T'zur's word of 'innocent and vulnerable' comes another bit of choked-off laughter, this bout more honest, touched with a ringing quality. It hurts, though, and again, the woman's face twists a tad with her pain. "Toodles..." is noted to departing C'ris, while the remaining bronzer is offered a shake of head. "Think I'd better go take my licks from the Healers, before Ilicaeth tells on me." Yes, there's a little more blood showing on her bandages. Mostly silent throughout the exchange between blueriders, T'zur is, nevertheless, paying close attention. "Yes," he finally says, when Alida mentions going to the healer, and he stands like he means to pace her all the way there, though he's not, at least, eyeing her like some helpless damsel. "Sweet Faranth, not you, too?" Alida notes to her wingmate, rolling her eyes heavenward as they step out towards the Healers' cavern. "Had another 'mate say they were gonna tell on me if I got too fiesty. Shiiiiiit." "Not going to tell anyone. Just happen to be walking that way anyway," lies T'zur, all the while grinning knowingly, adjusting his stride to hers. "I'll remember that, toots. Just keep that pretty yap shut, an' y'll not have to be the beneficiary uv' one uv my surprise 'visits' when I'm fully healed." The way the bluerider says 'visits' makes it certain it'd likely be a painful one. T'zur rolls his eyes. "Sure, threats after I've already promised it, not all that helpful, you know," he advises, wryly. "But if you want to believe that it's your promise of violence that helped me keep my trap shut and not, you know, me choosing to, go ahead." And still he's pacing her, at least until they reach the entrance to the infirmary. "Asshat..." is noted crustily of her accompanying wingmate as they continue onward...mostly in silence, now, as Alida's pain starts to increase. The Healers might have a crabby bitch on their hands, tonight. "Yes, you are," T'zur cheekily sneaks in the last word (or three), before he about-faces, after depositing her into the healer's care. Ah, wingmates. |
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