Logs:Sorry About What Happened
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| RL Date: 27 April, 2010 |
| Who: B'tal, K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: B'tal needs a new wing. |
| Where: Council Chambers, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 6, Month 8, Turn 22 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'ndro/Mentions, W'chek/Mentions |
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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. It's mid afternoon on a pleasantly warm summer day when Cadejoth rattles his chains at Jeibeth, and requests her rider's presence in the council chambers. « But it's good, not bad! » he promises, with a clattering of bones. « Or, anyway, he thinks so, and I do, too. » In the chambers, K'del's seated in his usual chair, the one suited up with cushions at the furthest end from the door. Given his sideways draped posture, and the cool glass of something in his hand, this really can't be /too/ serious. « Mine has done no wrong, » is Jeibeth's firm belief suggesting that of course it's nothing bad. It couldn't be. If her rider has misgivings, however, she keeps them to herself and dutifully deposits the greenrider on the proper end of the bowl as soon as she possibly can. When B'tal comes into the chambers, he glances down the meeting table toward where K'del is lounging but he lowers his gaze as he moves around and toward the Weyrleader. Once he gets to a certain point, he snaps off a pretty salute, "You, uh, wanted to see me?" « Of course not, » agrees Cadejoth, brightly-- perhaps it's supposed to be intended as soothing. Tracking the greenrider into the room with an easy glance, K'del looks a little awkward at the salute, though he returns it, his own crisp and well-practiced. As soon as he's dropped the hand, though, he indicates the rest of the chairs with a wave, explaining, "Wanted to talk to you about wings. I'm-- sorry, about what happened." And it seems genuine, too. There's even a note of guilt in his expression. « You wouldn't let mine walk into a meeting misguided, » Jeibeth adds, confidently, her own usually soothing mindvoice somewhat more personal with an underlying heat that isn't exactly directed at the bronze. "Oh," B'tal says, gaze falling toward the chairs. He seems to have trouble choosing one and glances back toward K'del before he does. "It's okay," he murmurs. "I mean... wasn't your fault." He picks the chair around the side of the table from the one at the head. It's a heat he notices, though, leans in to just slightly, even if his tone remains conversational. « Never, » he agrees, with another clang of metal-against-bone, jangling lazily. To do that would be to-- well, betray the trust of his pack! It's unspoken, but there, nonetheless. K'del's silent as B'tal chooses his seat and responds; his head shakes, though, towards the end. "Wasn't-- well. Whatever it was, I /am/ sorry it happened. Hope at least you were told with dignity." He doesn't wait for an answer to that, continuing on to say, "Anyway. Guess we can find you a better fit this time, mm? Somewhere more supportive. Got a preference?" Jeibeth seems pleased by this and she shares a quiet mental caress, silk through his chains, before it slips teasingly away to leave him his space whether he wants it or not. B'tal is not quite so playful or... whatever it is that Jeibeth can manage. Instead, he seems vaguely restless in a way that could be mistaken for uncomfortable--though that probably isn't inaccurate. There's a snort under his breath at the mention of dignity but he doesn't offer an answer to that once presented with more questions. "Whit thinks I should be in Avalanche." That silk sends a sensual shudder through Cadejoth's chains, their sound more like a rustle, or the faint tinkling of a bell, before she fades away, and he settles back down. Ah, women. K'del can't miss that snort, and it narrows his gaze, but he sticks to the question answered, consider it thoughtfully. "And what do /you/ think about that? Would it... cause problems? Working in close proximity. And then there's," a beat, before he finishes, awkward all over again, "B'mel. Anyway... I'm more interested in hearing what /you/ want." "Why would it cause problems?" B'tal asks almost defensively, glancing toward K'del without lifting his head but his gaze shifts away again at the thought of the brownrider. "I don't care," he says eventually with a small shake of his head. "Wherever Jeibeth works, I guess." He doesn't attempt to hide the implication that it's Jeibeth that's the important one between the two of them. "Where's K'ndro going?" he asks that on the end of his previous comment, this time actually looking at the Weyrleader. There are a lot of questions in K'del's gaze, and probably a fair amount of frustration, too. He sucks in a breath, releases it, then shrugs. "K'ndro asked Mielline to let him into Snowdrift, but as far as I know, she's yet to give him an answer. If she says no, I'll assign him somewhere." The implication there is that /B'tal/ gets a choice, but K'ndro does not. And maybe that he better use it. "Sometimes it's too much, couples working together as well. Up to you, though. Rather you be /happy/. What kind of thing would work for you two? Traditional drills, something a bit non-traditional? Casual, like Glacier, but with less-- attitude?" The greenrider's brows furrow just noticeably at what K'del says in regards to the other bronzerider. It must ease some tension in him, though, because after that B'tal settles back slightly in his chosen seat, leans off to one side with his elbow bent on the arm of the chair. "Dunno if it'd be too much, us together." He shrugs. "Think Whit'd like it, though." And that is clearly rather important to him. "Liked the casual. But drills seem..." he seems almost reluctant to continue considering his company and some apparent assumption that K'del must be some sort of traditionalist. "They seem a little pointless. At least for as many to be doing them that do." The answers B'tal gives lead to K'del tapping his finger idly against his mouth, looking thoughtful. His expression breaks into an amused grin, though, at the reluctance - his answer to that is easy, "Don't disagree, believe it or not. Or. Well. It /is/ important that some people do 'em. And it's good to keep people busy. But... Pointless. Yeah. You're not wrong." He considers for a moment, then says, "You'll know from W'chek that Avalanche still drills a fair amount. But if you can live with that, we'd be happy to have you. Else... Could offer you Snowdrift, maybe. Search and rescue, bit of diplomacy, really non-traditional. Or Icicle, all acrobatics and whatever." His brows raise, asking the silent question: which? "I know what Avalanche does," B'tal assures K'del. "Icicle..." he says it in a way that suggests it doesn't entirely appeal for one reason or another. But he's not offering any explanations. "Not really sure I'd be much use for any diplomacy but Jeibeth likes watching Snowdrift. " He fails to remind the other man that Jeibeth's blue and his ex happen to be in that wing, too. He chews on his lower lip thoughtfully, not really making a decision but offering as much of a preference as he's likely going to. "Don't think it'll cause any problems if K'ndro ends up there, too," he adds, an afterthought. "The more active side of Snowdrift," concludes K'del, sounding thoughtful. Whatever he thinks about the rest of what B'tal says, he makes no comment on it. And if he's conscious of Z'yi and Isforaith's presence in that wing (and surely he must be?), there's no remark on that, either. "Mmm. Well. If there are any problems with K'ndro..." He doesn't finish that thought, and there's no obvious conclusion to it. "Snowdrift it is. I'll let Mielline know, and no doubt she'll be in touch. Hope it works out better for you, B'tal." If only Jeibeth could be a diplomat. That might work out better. B'tal nods his head to K'del's final comments though the very last of them doesn't seem to go about convincing him all that much. "Snowdrift. Sure everything will be fine," he tells the Weyrleader. And even if they aren't, he probably won't say anything. The greenrider waits after that, watching K'del without quite looking directly at him, one leg bouncing restlessly. K'del is silent, and looks thoughtful, for a few minutes after all of that, as though he's something more to say, but isn't sure whether or not to say it. Instead, finally, he bobs his head. "Good. Well-- glad that's all sorted out. Reckon that's about everything, so-- go and enjoy your freedom while you've still got it, right? Hear there's a bit of a steep learning curve to Snowdrift." It's a dismissal, if one made with a smile. B'tal takes that for the dismissal he's probably been hoping for and pushes himself up out of his seat in an easy motion. "Thank you, sir." For a moment it probably seems as though B'tal will leave it at that but he hesitates through turning away and adds, "Appreciate you asking." And /then/ he follows through, this done without the salute from before, to head out the way he'd come in. K'del lets his words follow the greenrider out, quiet, almost possible to miss. "Had to make it up, somehow." But it doesn't invite further comment. |
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