Logs:Status Quo
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| RL Date: 14 May, 2015 |
| Who: Lilah, C'stian |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Lilah and C'stian run into each other; say more words than they have in months. |
| Where: Feeding Pens, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 19, Month 10, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Clouds make the skies leaden and gray, but no rain falls. A cool breeze often blows. |
| Mentions: Hattie/Mentions |
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| Eliyaveith is eating; that much is clear by the distinct, uncomfortable heat of her presence in the feeding pens. In the past few days, it has only grown, though the queen has not yet started to glow so it must not be that near to time for her. The only one she allows close as she consumes the pinned herdbeast under her claws is Lilah, her rider allowed to sit on the fence surrounding the pens. She is watching the queen distractedly, the cool breeze blowing across warm skin and catching at golden-red curls that have been left down. She's clad herself in a dress, a soft, sage green thing that hugs her in a way that her usual grey uniform doesn't. There is nothing to distract her except for that inherent distraction; no hides or work or wine. Nothing but the rider and her dragon. C'stian makes his way along the path beside the pens at a meandering pace, clad in riding leathers but with his jacket slung over one shoulder. Liesanth is nowhere to be seen, so it would appear the bronzerider is similarly free from his duties and distractions for the moment, albeit with less purpose to his meanderings. Perhaps he just wanted a bit of fresh air. Whatever the reason, the Hematite wingsecond pauses a short distance away, watching the junior queen with her herdbeast. Lilah doesn't notice C'stian, certainly not immediately. It is Eliyaveith that does, her whirling, possessive gaze lifting to the bronzerider as his movements catch at her periphery. A low, almost growl catches in the queen's throat, staring intently at C'stian despite her usual warm greetings. It is her dragon's reaction that has the goldrider twisting to see who she has in her sights, a sigh escaping before she turns back to Eliyaveith to say with an edge of her own frustration, "For Faranth's sake, it is only C'stian. He doesn't want your raw, bloody, dirty meal." There's perhaps a moment's pause on C'stian's part at this near-growl, and then the bronzerider reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out a wrapped piece of dried meat; the remainder, no doubt, of an earlier snack to have while out on sweeps. He holds this up in one hand, as if to demonstrate to the queen that, no, he has his own food. Still, he stops where he is, keeping his distance from the gold. "Moody," he observes to Lilah. "Proddy," Lilah corrects sharply to C'stian's observation, not entirely driven by her dragon's emotions as those dark eyes flick over the bronzerider. She does, however, greet him with a dry offer of his title, "Wingsecond." "Weyrwoman," C'stian offers in return, equally dry. He turns back to watch Eliyaveith for a long moment, and then adds in a somewhat more casual tone, "This Search could make for an interesting set of weyrlings; it's the first time I've ever had a candidate ask me if I regretted Impressing, or what I thought would have happened to Liesanth if I hadn't been there." Lilah tenses at the topic of Search, the line of her shoulders tightening as she focuses back on Eliyaveith as well. "I could care less," she enunciates carefully to C'stian. "As long as Elaruth's eggs have their Candidates, that is all that matters, isn't it? Though I'm sure someone will tell those that don't Impress not to get their hopes up for--." "People always gossip." C'stian doesn't even let Lilah finish, shaking his head. "If you let that bother you, I can't imagine weyrwoman is a pleasant position. Besides..." He glances over at the queen where she crouches in the pen, and concludes, "She'll prove those gossips wrong." "It doesn't bother me," Lilah insists, though given the sharp edge of her words and the way she stares at Eliyaveith, it is likely that it does. "I just don't care about Elaruth or her eggs or talking about her Candidates." She doesn't agree or disagree with the bronzerider's conclusion, a soft exhale marking that she heard him at all. Eliyaveith finally gives up on staring C'stian down, finally accepting his presence before lowering her gaze back to her meal. "I just want this all to be over," her rider adds after, in a murmur. "'This'?" C'stian asks, despite himself. This now probably qualifies as the longest conversation the two riders have had in months. "Do you mean Elaruth's clutch, or Eliyaveith being proddy, or just... politics and being in the public eye in general? Because if it's the last one, well, I have some bad news for you." This last is said a little dryly, in almost something like his old joking tone. It seems, for a moment, as if Lilah is about to answer C'stian's question for him, her lips parting on a response. But she never quite gets to it before the bronzerider continues, and that humor hits the wrong angle on the goldrider as she narrows her dark eyes on C'stian. "This conversation," she snaps, pushing to her feet from the fence. "You can go, now." And with that, the moment is lost. "Can I? Well how very gracious of you, your ladyship," C'stian retorts, with a very slight little bow in answer. For a moment he seems about to say more, about to argue more -- perhaps just for the sake of argument -- but then he stops and shakes his head as he turns away. "Honestly, I don't know why I bothered to stop in the first place." "I am surprised you bothered, too," Lilah drawls as if implying something, though surely whatever she is trying to imply there would be better served if it made more sense in the context. "But, like father like son, right?" She won't explain that before she turns back to Eliyaveith. There's a moment's silence as C'stian stands there, still facing away. "Yeah," he answers finally, though he doesn't turn around to let Lilah see his expression. "Maybe I am like him. But maybe I should stop thinking that's necessarily a bad thing; there are certainly worse people I could take after." Towards Eliyaveith, he adds a more polite, "Enjoy your meal." Lilah doesn't answer that, meeting C'stian's response with an unrelenting silence on the part of the goldrider. Eliyaveith only rumbles annoyance, though whether it's to his politeness or something else-- Well, the queen is not explaining. And so the status quo is maintained, as the Hematite bronzerider heads off to be... well, anywhere else. |
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