Logs:Tactless
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| RL Date: 22 June, 2015 |
| Who: Farideh, K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'del wants an explanation from Farideh about her behavior at Fort. |
| Where: Farideh and Roszadyth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 21, Month 1, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Irianke/Mentions, Lilah/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Language! |
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| « I'm sorry in advance, » is Cadejoth's apologetic call to Roszadyth. It's early in the evening, mere hours since Farideh's encounter with Lilah, and the bronze had been showing every sign of preparing to leave-- presumably for a trip down South. But there's K'del, now, climbing up the stairs to Farideh's weyr and all but launching himself inside, dressed against the weather and clutching a scrap of hide between gloved fingers. "Farideh? Farideh." He's, uh, not very happy, and it shows: the tightness in his voice, the frustration in his expression. « What could you ever have to apologize for? » Roszadyth queries in confusion; her voice a mere whisper amongst sisal satin, her light constrained to the point of semi-darkness. By comparison, Farideh is largely surprised by the invasion into her wear and less confused, pulling the lapels of her robe higher around her chin, as though that might protect her from K'del's fury. She's barefoot near the couch, with damp hair and wearing just a fluffy white robe; the Weyrleader's timing is evidentially (im)perfect. "Yes, I'm here," she answers, her brow already furrowing before he even speaks on his reason for intruding into her sanctum. « He's... » Cadejoth doesn't have the words for it, and certainly isn't going to share the onslaught of K'del's emotions; he'll have to leave it at that, at the quiet rustle and twang of metal. Having made his way this far, K'del seems almost at a loss for how to proceed. Luckily, it does mean he seems less incliend to actually yell... though he's still waving around that scrap of hide. "Do you want to tell me what kind of a mess you made at Fort?" The tightly controlled cadence of his voice is, in a way, possibly worse than the yelling would be. The hands holding the lapels up to her face slide down, to pull the front of the robe closed tighter; a makeshift shield of sorts that does no favors in reality. Farideh's eyes flick to the scrap of hide that he's waving, but her answer is slower, more hesitant. "I told Fort's weyrwoman what she wanted to hear," the weyrling says tersely, finally lifting her eyes to K'del's face. Long strides carry K'del closer to Farideh, his height and state of dress (heavy coat, boots; the whole bit) a stark contrast to Farideh in her dressing gown. Imposing as that may be, his purpose seems only to extend his arm and shake that scrap of hide at her. "It doesn't read that way to me," he says. "Or have I missed something?" Running away would be cowardly, but that does not stop Farideh from leaning away when all six feet, four inches comes worryingly near. "I didn't do--" She huffs a breath, immediately becoming frustrated. "I told her everything would be fine, that those eggs would hatch fine, that she was worrying for nothing and she hated me for saying that," she replies, angrily, lifting her chin higher than should be necessary. "So, I told her what she wanted to hear, and apparently, she wasn't satisfied with that either." By now, if we're being honest, K'del looks as if he's torn between yelling... and beating his head into a wall. It's a conflict that he doesn't seem to have come up with an answer to, just yet; for long seconds, he settles with just staring down at her. Finally, "Are you stupid?" "That is rude," Farideh snaps back, her hands releasing her robe long enough to ball into fists at her sides. "What did you want me to do? Please inform me. I can't win if I'm nice to her, I can't win if I'm rude to her. Should I send her a fucking fruit basket and an apology? 'Sorry for not responding to your depressing speech the right way.'" She gradually gets louder, until her face is red with the force of her words.' "Oh, for fuck's sake," says K'del, aiming his words at the ceiling. "You know nothing about dealing with people, do you? She didn't want you to tell her everything would be all right, because no one knows if it will be. And she didn't want you to tell her everything wouldn't be all right, because that's depressing, and on one knows that either. Don't you get it?" Now, finally, those blue eyes focus back on Farideh. "She just wanted you to listen. To acknowledge that the situation sucks. And until you get that, you shouldn't be travelling anywhere. Everything you say reflects back on this Weyr. Don't you get that?" "She is pretty convinced that every egg will either not hatch or hatch deformed, or the dragons will go between, and she's stuck on that stupid--" Farideh stops herself, jaw clenching. "On the gold egg, because it looks different, she swears it's going to end up wrong. She doesn't want me to listen. She's having a pity party over there." K'del's edict causes her to stiffen on the spot, her face reddening further. "You can't do that." Quietly, "And is it your job to break her out of the pity party, if that's what it is? She outranks you. And even if she didn't... she's under enough pressure without a weyrling goldrider waltzing in and trying to imply she's stupid. And yes," his shoulders straighten. "I can. In half a turn, you'll be a Junior Weyrwoman of High Reaches Weyr, and I won't stand for you going around Pern upsetting people because you don't have any tact. You're just lucky Lilah's not making an official complaint. Diplomacy, Farideh. Learn what it is." "No, but I just thought she was being unreasonably hard on herself, and I--" Farideh closes her mouth with an audible sound and presses her lips together, staring up at K'del like he just kicked her cat. "It's so refreshing to hear you actually trying to understand how someone could be struggling in their situation," she says, after a span of silence. "You're right. Go ahead and ground me. Put me back in the barracks while you're at it. Take away my stores keys. Just keeping taking and taking and--" Her words break off, one of her hand covering her mouth, as she looks away; she needs a moment, apparently. For a moment, K'del shuts his eyes, as if in an attempt to regain control over his emotions. "Go ahead, Farideh," he says. "Start your own pity party. Convince Irianke that I'm wrong and cruel and mean, if you like. No one expects you to be perfect, but an incident like that could have serious diplomatic repercussions, in a different situation. I know you're struggling, but what am I supposed to do? Let it pass? Let you waltz on through, causing upset? No." He tucks his scrap of hide into his pocket, now, and takes half a step backwards. "I don't want to talk to Irianke any more than I want to talk to you right now." Farideh's eyes are still focused off to the side, rather than on the Weyrleader's face. "Somehow, I don't think that when the same thing happens to me, you'll go charging into their weyr looking for a fight," is dry, "and don't act like it pains you to play the hero." "You don't think I'd be furious if a foreign goldrider came to visit and caused a scene with you?" K'del sounds utterly bewildered by that. "If you think that, you really don't know me very well. Good night, Farideh." He doesn't wait for an answer. And that's probably for the best, because the litany of curses Farideh levels after the bronzerider are neither polite nor diplomatic. |
Comments
Lilah (19:25, 22 June 2015 (MDT)) said...
I love this log so much, as you both probably can tell. You want to feel so bad for both of them, because they are both coming from valid places but unable to make each other see what they mean! Let's just blame Lilah; she's the problem. Sorry guys. :(
Alida (01:07, 23 June 2015 (MDT)) said...
Hey; now K'del can be mad at SOMEONE ELSE, for awhile, for making 'an incident' in a Weyr *coughcoughMajorHoldcoughcough* Devaki hasn't asked for anyone's head (so far), either. ;)
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