Logs:Sorry About Being a Drunk Jerk
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| RL Date: 9 July, 2011 |
| Who: Taikrin, Teris |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Taikrin comes grovelling to Teris after her misbehavior that ended with such trouble with the Weyrleader; the weyrwoman is thankfully forgiving. Then they get to gossip! And Taikrin gets to use the best bath of all baths! |
| Where: Iskiveth's Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 3, Turn 26 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Riorde/Mentions |
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| Iskiveth's Ledge, High Reaches Weyr Turns of inclement weather and use have smoothed out niches here and there for a current occupant and perhaps a companion, on this slightly downward impressed ledge. Two poles have been staked into the stone, immovable, and are about a dragonlength apart. From one, a long piece of twine flaps about aimlessly with any careless breeze, and perhaps the two poles were supposed to be joined at one point. Nothing spectacular denotes the ledge itself, but the view it offers is one of the living caverns entrance a bit further to the north, as well as a glimpse of blue glimmer on the horizon of the Weyr lake. Though they've been moved to a less-grueling sweep schedule in the last day, Taikrin and Szadath are still bone-weary when the latter drops onto Iskiveth's ledge. He's barely able to summon up the strength to call out to the queen, « We're home, » before wilting down into a crouch to let his rider dismount. Iskiveth is curled up comfortably on her couch with her brass brazier flickering with fire nearby. Inside Teris has her own hearth blazing but her lifemate's warning brings the goldrider to look out on the ledge from inside as Iskiveth herself uncurls herself to warble a low greeting to the brown. « You look like awful, » is her blunt addition. « Come share my fire. Just don't knock it over. » She sounds like she's had experience doing that. Teris, however, remains silent. « We've been flying for hundreds and hundreds of klicks, » Szadath retorts tiredly as he musters the energy to get to his feet once more and lumber inside towards Iskiveth. « If I knock it over I'll get firestone and make you a new one, » he's quick to assure the queen. Taikrin is, at least, much quieter. She has the good grace to look embarrased - or maybe that flush is just windburn. Either way, she's tentative in her offering of, "Hey, Teris." That doesn't seem to change Iskiveth's opinion and she doesn't comment on him knocking it over again as Szadath moves closer to join her near the brazier. "Taikrin," returns Teris, her tone all politeness with only an underlying hint of tension. "Is there something I can help you with?" she wonders after glancing between Iskiveth and Szadath. Clearly the gold didn't consult her on whether or not the brownpair could stay for more than a few moments. "I, uh." Taikrin pulls off her riding helmet, then proceeds to turn it over and over in her hands in a rare show of nervousness. "Just... well. Reckoned I should probably stop by and apologize, you know?" As Szadath settles in besides Iskiveth (very careful indeed of the fire), Taikrin hesitates, then adds, "For the other day, I mean. Ain't had a chance 'til now, on account of the, uh, sweep duty." Endless, exhausting rotations on the most boring routes imaginable, around and around and around. Teris is silent for several moments, letting Taikrin stand out on the ledge without a second thought before she finally asks, "Is that your apology? I can't really say I expected that much. So I appreciate it." Assuming that was the extent of the apology. The junior glances at the dragons once more, Iskiveth laying her head across Szadath's shoulders, then she turns to head back into her weyr. The assumption would be that Taikrin can probably follow if she wishes. "No, I mean-- I got more, if you want to hear it." The ghost of Taikrin's crooked smile appears as she goes on. "About how I was bein' a shardin' moron, and shouldn't'a dragged you into it. Had a good what, sevenday to think about it? So I reckon I can go on for a pretty long time." And follow she does, yammering a little nervously all the while. Poor Szadath; the brown is nearly asleep, despite his best efforts to stay away and regale Iskiveth with the most exciting part of his sweeps (they saw four sheep, but they ran away and hid in a cave). "Been... kind of a crappy coupl'a sevens." There's no interruption from Teris. She's all too happy, if that's the right word, to hear Taikrin go on at length with her apology. "You do have a tendency to rub people the wrong way, don't you." Not a question. "But I know how you can be well enough at this point. I can take some blame for not just punching you in the mouth right away." She /sounds/ serious, but once she turns back toward the brownrider, there's a small grin threatening to break her cool expression. "What can I say, it's a talent. Gotta play to my strengths, yeah?" Taikrin looks heartened by Teris' nearly-smile, and some of the nervous tension goes out of her thin frame. "Would'a got my attention, at least. 'Course then I might'a thought you were flirtin, and then Faranth knows where we might be." She leans back against the nearest vertical surface, unable to suppress a groan. "I don't even-- I don't know how this all /happened/, you know? It's like everything's so out'a hand." "Always a good thing to do. Assuming your strengths don't make everyone else around you want to knock you upside the head." Which might be a hint that Teris thinks a few of Taikrin's strengths do just that. "You should know better than to drink during something like that," she scolds, moving to settle into where she must have been sitting by the hearth when Szadath landed on the ledge. "At least to that extent. I know K'del is infuriating, but it's usually just best to pretend he doesn't exist." "Didn't actually intend to /go/, but it kind of seemed like a good idea, after I had a few." Poor Taikrin. Getting drunk, then getting stupid. "He's just--- he's got it out for me. I know he does. Tryin' to get us in trouble, or-- or-- /sent away/." She probably doesn't mean transferred, either. "Did you hear about what he did? With my-- with Riorde? And now she's got some kinda shiner on her face, like someone hit her, and-- it ain't /fair/." "I think you might be more paranoid than you really need to be, Taikrin. He can be an idiot but I doubt he's trying to get you sent off. If he wanted you gone, really wanted you gone, he'd have transferred you as soon as you'd graduated. Or even after Szadath caught Iskiveth. But he hasn't." Teris, so reasonable. Or something. "What did he do with Riorde?" she asks, not saying whether or not she's heard anything. It's possible that she only wants to know Taikrin's take. "It ain't paranoid if he's really out to get me," Taikrin shoots back, though without rancor. "If he transferred us away, then he wouldn't be able to punish us anymore." It makes sense in the brownrider's head, anyways! "I don't /know/. I ain't allowed to see her, or ask after her, or any of the other islanders, neither. But she /looked/ beat up, when I caught sight earlier. He must'a done /something/ awful." She thumps a fist against the rock behind her, then sighs; she hasn't the energy to maintain any decent sort of anger. "Did he say anythin' to you?" "I don't think he's smart enough to go through that much trouble just to be able to punish you," says Teris, blue eyes looking into the fire of the hearth before she reaches for the folder of hides that she'd left on the table next to her seat when she went to her ledge. "I heard that there'd been some sort of problem in the galleries." An explanation for the possibility of bruises. "I have a hard time believing that K'del would hit a girl, if that's what you're getting. I haven't spoken to him personally, though." She says it all while she opens the folder and flips through a few of the hides. Taikrin thumps her fist against the wall a few more times, though it seems an idle motion. "I... I reckon you might be right on that count," she admits ruefully. Pushing away from the wall, she moves to sprawl bonelessly by the fire. "Problem in the galleries? I didn't hear nothin' about that, but-- we ain't exactly had much time back in the Weyr, lately. I don't know if he hit her, or got rough with her, or told someone who got rought with her, or-- or had some /goon/ do it, or-- Faranth, I dunno. I just-- I wanted to show her a good /time/. She was... kinda sad. Wanted to cheer her up. Thought we were doin' a /good/ thing." "/Listen/ to yourself, Taikrin. K'del may be an incompetent idiot but he's just... not that sort of person. I don't know the details of what happened. I heard something about an egg being damaged and now the islanders aren't allowed into the galleries." Obviously, Teris should be a lot more nosy than she is. Then she might have actual information from time to time. "Of course, no one has asked me what /I/ think of any of this." Coordinator or not. Never mind that she's mostly just told other people how to deal with the islanders. "Sorry, I'm sorry." Taikrin shifts semi-upright, resting her chin on her knees then covering her head with her arms. "It-- it makes sense when /you/ say it. Me an' Szad-- maybe we been overthinking it, a little. We had a lot of time by ourselves, lately. Sober time." Which, in the last six months, hasn't actually happened all that often. It takes a while for that bit about the eggs to register; she picks her head back up to stare dumbly at Teris. "The islanders damaged an egg? What the shells? How did-- why'd Iovniath let 'em out on the sands?" "Perhaps you should consider having more sober time in general," suggests Teris, sighing before she closes the folder again and turns her attention more fully on Taikrin like she's just decided that she can't both work and have a conversation with the brownrider at the same time. At least Taikrin won! "I have my doubts. I imagine if there was any actual damage that there would have been a considerably more... volatile reaction than simply banning them from the galleries." "That's what F'rint said." The brownrider doesn't seem terribly pleased to admit it: there's a flush in her pale cheeks beyond mere windburn. "I don't get it. Did someone-- I mean, what /happened/? Shells. Anyone see who it was? Or what was goin' on?" Because Taikrin has a very, very bad feeling about this. "Ain't nobody told them on how they're supposed to behave around clutchin' queens? I thought they were supposed to be havin' lessons on that." That last comment makes Teris shoot a sour look at Taikrin. But she can't be too upset about that since, well, it's true that they should have known better. And that's possibly in the realm of maybe being partly sort of her fault. Maybe. "They will be now. At least the ones that are young enough to be Searched. I think that banning them might be a little drastic. They should at least be able to go with supervision. I'm not sure who it was exactly. They all sort of look the same." At least she admits it. "But I'd imagine your Riorde was at least one of them." There's a slight emphasis on the 'your' and a noticeable arch in one thin brow. Taikrin flushes at that look, lowering her gaze down and away as if Teris were rebuking /her/. "Well, I reckon maybe one or two might be good enough to go to the eggs, but-- what about all the rest of 'em? There's a whole herd of 'em down there in the barracks right now, and-- what do you mean mine, anyways? What do you know?" Taikrin gets a little suspicious at Teris' emphasis, her gaze sharpening notably. "Did someone say somethin'?" "I'm not an idiot, Taikrin." So there. "Besides, you're the one that said it." Teris didn't miss the slip earlier. "So tell me. What would someone say if they were going to say something about you and Riorde to me, hmm?" She's all curious now, though is doesn't manage to make her look as though she's going to go gossiping about it. Teris is much more prone to hang onto information until it suits her not to, after all. "The rest of them won't stand," is the easy answer to the other question. "No no no--" Taikrin waves her hand in the air, as if to dispel Teris' comment. "I don't care about /that/. Faranth, I figured you knew; ain't like what we were doin' in the Snowasis was a secret. I mean-- what did you hear about /her/ that makes you think /she/ was involved in whatever happened in the galleries?" She gets to her feet, only to flop down in a chair proper across from Teris. "What's he got in mind in that sneaky little pin head of his for 'em, anyways? Not lettin' 'em leave the Weyr, this business with them supposedly doin' somethin' dumb in the galleries..." The look that Teris gives Taikrin for several moments makes it pretty clear that she has no idea what happened in the Snowasis. Maybe she /should/ gossip. She glances toward the fire again and shakes her head. "I have no idea what he has in mind. I just figured Riorde was there because of the... you said black eye or something didn't you?" If not, that's apparently what Teris decided had happened. "Shards, Tiriana is liable enough to hand those out. Maybe it was her." The junior sighs and sinks a bit lower into her chair, which is at least rather comfortable. Taikrin tilts her head backwards, until she can rest her beck on the back of the chair. "I dunno who did it. This other snake of an island girl looked pretty shardin' worked over, too," she admits. "Might'a done it to each other. I got the feelin' the other girl might'a been workin' for the Weyrleader, but-- I dunno. Not sure if that makes sense, either. Faranth, I'm tired. Ain't thinkin' right." She covers her eyes with an arm, and lets out a sigh to match Teris'. "Maybe the Weyrwoman gave 'em out to both of 'em. Only-- is she up and walkin' around, yet? After poppin' out another one?" "To be honest, I haven't been leaving my weyr all the much. At least not when I don't have to." Because no one has noticed that, right? Teris returns her gaze to Taikrin and watches her quietly for a few moments. "I don't know if she's up and around yet. Or if she was then," she murmurs. Then, "You can stay here if you want. At least while Szadath is out. Or take a soak in my bath even." She waves a hand as though she doesn't care either way. "Really?" When Taikrin picks her head back up, it's to beam a genuinely grateful - albiet tired - smile at Teris. "That'd be-- really great. Got another two sevens of the early double-sweeps. It's hard on him; I feel bad. Like I ain't takin' as good of care as I should be, you know?" Beat. "Or you, I guess. You're spendin' too much time in here, by yourself; when I'm off these shardin' sweeps, we ought to go somewhere. You know? Somethin' fun." "I'm sure he doesn't feel that way." Teris grins as she adds, "Though I imagine he's not super thrilled for being punished along with you. If I thought we could get away with it, Iskiveth and I could join you one day." But, well, yeah. "I'm fine in here. I get out sometimes. It's not like I get my food delivered or anything." Honest! "But going somewhere might be nice." "He's being--- a good sport about it, I guess. Doesn't understand why it should be this big fuss over 'just a green', if you know what I mean?" Taikrin's smile morphs into a matching grin. "Who's gonna say anything to Iskiveth? Iovniath and Cadejoth're too busy protecting their eggs from dangerous exiles, ain't they?" Proudly - and a little teasingly - she adds, "Szad and Iskiveth didn't let anyone go runnin' about breakin' /their/ eggs. But-- wherever you want. We'll go. Get away from the snow, maybe go terrorize some holders? Throw our weight around?" Well, mostly Teris' weight as a goldrider. But still! "Looking back, I'm a little surprised that /they/ didn't break their eggs." The comment draws an unusually affectionate smile from Teris, though it fades when she refocuses on Taikrin. "I suppose I could always say that I'm making sure you aren't doing anything funny. Iskiveth could probably use the exercise." A wry quirk of her lips for that. "We can talk about it again once you're done, hmm?" Teris pushes herself up out of her seat as she offers, "Why don't you go take a soak or a nap or something. Iskiveth says her fire is getting too small." So, obviously, Teris needs to go fix it. "Break their eggs? Pff. They're way too awesome for that. Forget about 'em, maybe. Break 'em? Never." The brownrider stretches her arms above her head with a groan, looking up at Teris with a lopsided grin. "Sure, no problem. Wake Szad up if you want somethin' big, I'm sure he can scrounge up some firestone. He's getting good at finding little rocks nobody notices, y'know?" To make fire for Iskiveth's amusement, of course. "Thanks, Teris." And she /will/ use that bath, oh yes. She will use it until she can't possibly stay awake another minute (but probably she won't drown, since that would be an ignominious end). |
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