Logs:Stupid, Stupid, Stupid.
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| RL Date: 2 June, 2010 |
| Who: Aleis, K'del, Teris |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Teris is in trouble. Aleis is really annoying. |
| Where: Dragon Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 2, Month 12, Turn 22 (Interval 10) |
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| Dragon Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr The vast cavern has much the same odor of redwort and numbweed as the human infirmary, though here it's seasoned with coppery ichor rather than the iron of blood. It's also laid out similarly though on a much more massive scale, its walls lined with a number of places for patients, in this case large dragon couches recessed into the floor for ease of access; nearby cots provide space for riders. Tucked into the western curve is a huge circulating pool of warm water, by which are kept vats of oil. The healers' duty station is a counter on the north side of the room, a checkpoint before the storage rooms behind it that are now shared with the human infirmary, hosting supplies that are as neatly labeled and carefully scrubbed as the rest of the infirmary. The senior dragonhealer has an office there as well, and human-sized double doors have recently been built as a direct route to the human infirmary, while opposite a wide winding tunnel leads to the east bowl. It's the morning after Iskiveth's, uh, experimenting. Teris stayed with her lifemate throughout the night where the dragonhealers wanted her to stay so that they could keep an eye on her and make sure she wasn't going to, you know, die or anything. Where she's settled into a pointy mass of dragon, Iskiveth definitely does not look her usual self. But it's difficult to tell by looking at her if it's because she's still not feeling well or because she's still upset that it didn't work. Teris is pacing nearby, glaring at the dragonhealers that are apparently taking entirely too long to dismiss them from the infirmary. It would have been hard to miss K'del's attempt to get in to ye-- /talk/ to Teris last night, but he was sent away firmly: not now, go away, come back tomorrow. Not that the dragonhealers on duty seem any more pleased to see him now, the way he glowers at them, but the eldest of the lets him pass with a shallow nod, and the Weyrleader stalks his way in, heading directly towards the weyrling pair. Mostly Teris. A big intake of breath seems to suggest that he's about to say something, but it gets exhaled, and no words come out: he /stares/, instead, brows raised. Iskiveth tilts her head slightly to watch the approach of the Weyrleader but she doesn't summon up the energy to hiss or anything so disrespectful. Teris pauses and turns toward him, too, standing up somewhat straighter and narrowing her eyes defensively against that... that way he looks. When he doesn't say anything, her brows raise, too, expectant. Like she couldn't possibly fathom why K'del has brought himself all the way here. K'del's anger is more the of the fiery variety than the icy - it may have been his intention to wait for Teris to speak first, but if so, he fails in it, unable to keep his torrent of words from escaping, furious and unrelenting. You stupid, stupid, /stupid/-- how could you have been so stupid? I thought you were going to keep a closer watch on her. I thought we /agreed/ on that." He has to pause for a breath, there, but only for the smallest amount of time possible, so that he can follow up those words with, "How can we ever trust you with anything, if we can't trust you to keep your own lifemate from /sterilising/ herself?" There's a noticeable wince from Teris when K'del does start in but it's replaced quickly enough with her own angry face. Being angry is easier to bear. Especially with Iskiveth rumbling quietly behind her. "I /have/ been. It's been /months/ since she's done anything." Which is possibly going to be the basis of her defense of herself. Her crossed arms go somewhat tighter at the last of all that, jaw tensing, too. Teris, with an opinion on everything, has no ready answer to that. But she doesn't look away. Even assistant weyrlingmasters occasionally have enough life to be unavailable for so much as an evening. There is such a thing as a 'night off'. Aleis has them now and again. Like last night. This morning, not so relaxing. She arrives somewhere in the middle of all of those 'stupids', hangs back for just a moment. "Weyrleader," then, from behind him, "with all due respect--" Or none. Which might in her head be the same thing. "Perhaps it would be better not to start right off with the recriminations?" Mouth opening, K'del obviously has a lot more to say, but Aleis' arrival forestalls that: he has to turn his attention to her instead, disbelief painted in broad strokes on his expression. "Oh, sure," he sneers, apparently too angry to be, you know, /reasonable/, "Let's just say 'oh well, it doesn't matter', and move on with our lives, as though /she/ hadn't just turned her queen into an oversized green." Glancing back at Teris, now, he adds, "I hope she rises like one, too. A couple times of turn, every turn, just to make you miserable." Teris glances at the assistant weyrlingmaster briefly but there's not much gratitude on her face for stalling the Weyrleader. The anger subdues but only slightly. Otherwise there's nothing else to be read there. At least until K'del starts talking again and the anger is back in full force with a touch of something else. "It's not like I handfed it to her," she bites back. "I didn't want this to happen," this is when that something else kicks in despite her best efforts. Anxiety is clear in her voice. "Fuck you, K'del!" Her arms are uncrossed now and if looks could kill, K'del would be a lot more mellow right now. "An oversized green," Aleis echoes, then she gestures towards the bowl. "Would you like to be the one to go out there to inform every greenrider in your weyr that you consider them worthless? Iovniath is not elderly and I would dearly hope that ability to breed is not the defining characteristic of worth in our society." Gratitude or not, she's keeping it up. After, though, Teris gets a sharp look. "And Teris, please remember your rank and the etiquette responsibilities thereof." Goldrider or weyrling, either way. "That," sharply, "Is /not/ what I said." K'del gives Aleis what is probably supposed to be a withering look. Did I say worthless? No. No, I did not." He sounds slightly less hysterical as he says this, biting back his emotions to something more like frustration. "The /point/ of the matter is that Teris can't be trusted to protect her own dragon from herself... and /Iskiveth/ is even worse." The way he's talking now, Teris might not even be in the room. "And those aren't traits I want out of my future weyrwomen, all fertility issues put aside." Except that Teris is in the room and listening to both of them with that same icy look on her face. Quiet now, and maybe for the reminder from Aleis. Iskiveth has managed to move her head closer to her lifemate and it's likely she's perfectly capable of moving around, but right now laying low seems like a good plan. "I am /good/ at what I do," the weyrling speaks up whether either of them want her to. She can't really deny that she's failed in protecting her dragon, though, so she doesn't try. Shoulders firm, back straight, Aleis does not seem to be withering at all. "Well. If there is no urgent need for more baby dragons on Pern, which Faranth willing will remain the case through the rest of the Interval, then Iskiveth is no more hurt by this than a green is by being a green. A bit of stomach upset aside." A querying look in the gold's direction at that, then at Teris, but the assistant weyrlingmaster does not go so far as inquiring after her health directly. "And fortunately or otherwise," back the lanky young man again, "you don't get to pick your weyrwomen, any more than the rest of us get to pick our Weyrleader." K'del's gaze shifts back to Teris only briefly, as she speaks, his expression impossible to read. He seems mostly dismissive of Aleis, too, by this stage-- which is an improvement on the K'del of previous turns, shall we say? "It's nice to see what kind of values you're imparting to our weyrlings, Aleis. What you're letting them get away with. I hope the rest of Meara's team is less... Well." His smile is a narrow one, unexpressive but also somehow smug. "Teris, whatever Aleis seems to think you are /not/ off the hook on this. We take this kind of negligence /very/ seriously." On the plus side, at least he's not ranting and raging, now. A terse nod of her head is offered to the assistant weyrlingmaster when she looks their way. And even in light of the current circumstances, Teris can't help a vague flicker of a smile at the last of what Aleis says before she's hiding it again and back to her neutrality. It's with that that she lifts her head to K'del as though she could look down on the much taller man, "Of course, Weyrleader. I never expected to be 'off the hook.'" "If anyone I've ever taught has come away from it believing that females are valuable for more than their reproductive capacity, I'm quite pleased." Aleis does nothing so much as raising her voice, though. Philosophical questions do not warrant shouting, at her age. "Teris, there's no particular rush. When she's cleared, though, to come back to drilling, do let us know." All kind gentleness for the weyrling. "And I'd best be back to just that." Not oblivious to that flicker of a smile of Teris', K'del. Nor to the way she speaks to him. He looks-- but no, he hides whatever it is he's feeling behind his own, steely-eyed expression. He doesn't even /say/ anything, except as he formally bobs his head in farewell to Aleis-- "Good day, Assistant Weyrlingmaster." He also, however, makes no move to actually depart. All this lack of response, of course, makes Teris watch K'del more carefully. She nods her head toward Aleis without entirely looking away from the Weyrleader and she offers her usual polite smile with a, "Thank you, ma'am." K'del's dismissal of the assistant weyrlingmaster earns no notable reaction other than a glance toward the bowl. Where she'd probably also like to be heading. "You're welcome," the assisant weyrlingmaster says to her charge. To K'del, Aleis says not a thing. There's a faint, odd smile for him, though, before she turns and heads back out to the bowl and that job she has to be doing. Whatever K'del thinks of that smile from Aleis, he's now showing-- except, perhaps, in the way he watches her go. Of course, that could just be that he intends for her to be out of sight before he starts upon Teris again, too - a possibility that might gain credence by the way he swings his gaze back towards the weyrling as soon as Aleis is gone. "I--" he begins, before breaking it off and shaking his head. "I'm disappointed. That's what it comes down to, isn't it? And whatever Aleis says, it's something you'll have to live with the rest of your life. Guess you problem know that, but... /fuck/, Teris." Once Aleis is gone and K'del's attention is back on her, it's clear enough that Teris isn't getting free just yet. But maybe that's okay with her in a way. The weyrling moves closer and the reason why is apparent when she speaks. Her voice is more quiet, probably trying to make it so the dragonhealers and their patients don't have /every/ detail of this mess. "Do you think I'm not? Hmm? Do you think that I don't know what people will think, what they'll say? I'm not /that/ stupid. Sir." The last is more biting than respectful. "No, I think you know that all too well," says K'del, pitching his voice to match hers, though probably for different reasons. He sounds... tired. Frustrated. Like he'd like to hit someone, maybe, but - perhaps - not actually Teris, finally. "I just-- fuck." He's scrubbing at his face now, shaking his head. "I don't know if I want to hit you, hit Iskiveth, hit the damn /wall/, or just... make sure that you're okay." Aww. It'd maybe be more sweet if he didn't sound like hitting was actually potentially on the cards, though. "Or all of the above." It might only be more frustrating but Teris doesn't look particularly worried that K'del will be hitting either her or her queen. It's K'del, after all. He doesn't do stuff like that. "We're fine," she answers the last, at least, voice still quiet. And even quieter as she studies his face, "It suits you. Being angry. Much better than when you're looking pathetic." Leave it to Teris to bring this up now when he's already upset with her. The very idea of K'del hitting something-- well, it's true. Pretty unlikely. He has to take several long, deep breaths after she speaks, though, calming himself down all over again. "I wouldn't go around calling me pathetic-looking, if I were you," he notes, pointedly keeping his tone even. Mostly. "Or deliberately trying to get me angry. Or even by accident." He lets out another breath. "What are we going to do with you." It isn't a question. "I'd never," Teris murmurs, feigning some slight bit of surprise at such an accusation. "I don't think you'd hit me, though. And Iskiveth is too young to go sending off to another Weyr. Even if they'd take us." She finally puts a few steps of distance between them again as she moves toward her dragon. "Hopefully they'll let us out of here soon," she says, voice deliberately carrying a little farther. "And then I can get back to work." Being useful. "They probably wouldn't," says K'del, being honest. "Even in an Interval..." But she knows that. And, despite appearances, he's probably not /that/ interested in rubbing it in. Much. His gaze follows her towards Iskiveth, and there's something appraising in it, though his next remark is light. "You'll be keeping a closer eye on her, of course. Always know what she's doing. Cadejoth's going to do the same. If you can prove that you can be trusted, both of you, you'll join your wing on time. If not...I'm sure the Weyrlingmaster will be able to find some menial tasks for you until you can. Better make the most of the next few months." "Always," assures Teris with a glance that was probably supposed to make it all the way to K'del but pauses at some point on the way. She nods her head to the rest without actually speaking and she settles down beside the gold's head, the gold that's being uncharacteristically quiet. She's definitely awake and watching, though. "Is that all?" Teris prompts, something that could probably be taken as a dismissal even if she has no authority to do as much. Even a single glance at K'del's face would probably show a lot about his emotions right now: he looks torn between saying something and not, his mouth left to hang partly open. In the end, he just sighs. "That's all," he agrees. "Take care of her." He leaves-- and if he's very lucky, maybe Teris will even be too distracted to hear the sound of his hand hitting the stone of the wall, just outside the infirmary, and the frenzied swearing that follows. Even if she is, well, gossip about the Weyrleader's broken hand probably won't take long to spread. Gossip of the icy weyrling goldrider and actual tears will hopefully not do a whole lot of spreading. It's not exactly crying but Teris can't hold in everything that she has been through the night and this morning forever and once K'del is gone, it's release enough. If she does hear any of it, she doesn't even look in that direction at this point, instead reaching to stroke her lifemate's eyeridges. |
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