Logs:Talk of Tillek
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| RL Date: 12 April, 2013 |
| Who: K'zin, Aishani |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Aishani happens upon K'zin looking for riding leathers. They talk of Tillek and other things. |
| Where: Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 7, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Tiriana/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Madilla/Mentions |
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| Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr Massive in scale, the Weyr's main storage passage connects to the kitchen on one end and the outbound tunnel on the other. Large enough to admit a wagon laden with goods, the tunnel easily permits the unloading and organization of supplies into the various storerooms. Branching off from this corridor are multiple caverns, the nearer two being 'open' stores from which residents can readily help themselves, while the deeper stores are kept locked up tight with a posted sign and inventory hung on a hook outside of each. An alcove next to the public stores serves as a catch-all area for reshelving items whose destination is uncertain; two sets of stone shelving and several bins hold these items neatly until a stores assistant has a moment to deal with them. Though the storage caverns vary in size, shape, and the smoothness of their walls, all belong to the same system: whitewashed walls, swept floors, and most importantly, neatly labeled and inventoried shelves providing ample space to stow all the supplies a busy Weyr needs. Though there's no direct internal lighting, a glowbasket may be brought in from the niche outsde each cavern, the better to ward off pests and the inky dark of deep caves.
It's really not the Weyrwoman's business what the weyrlings are getting up to; it's Quinlys' and Meara's business, and merely Aishani's business to read the reports that are passed on to her - and likely hear whatever comes from her queen, as Iesaryth is known to watch and listen both. Not that she'll pry, no - there's just the endless curiosity, as endless and deep as the ocean. Her rider, however, with clipboard in arm and pencil in hand, doesn't seem shocked and dismayed to see K'zin on his own, nor scandalized to see him looking through old clothing. She does pause, glancing around the shelves, before, "It looks as if you came later than the others." It's not quite 'you snooze, you lose', but bright eyes and a wry smirk might add that air to it. "It does seem that way," K'zin acknowledges with a frown, registering the statement before the speaker. He's mid-attempt to shrug out of the jacket, which is going quite poorly, when he replies. Then brown eyes find Aishani. His expression briefly mimics his body: awkward. "N'hax and N'ky probably got to the good stuff before me." He adds, siting those with somewhat similar builds; all those Smithly muscles. He shrugs. Shrugs. Shrugs. It's not that he's indecisive, he's just trying to get the jacket off. "Um, Weyrwoman Aishani, I understand this request might be unorthodox, and not even a little bit your job and you've probably got lots better to do, but... uh, a little help?" He requests, turning slightly. All he really needs is a little tug of the cuff to get it off over his broad hand. At least Aishani looks relaxed, in as much as she ever does. Darkened by sun stronger than that at High Reaches, perhaps. Leaning against the shelving in a crisp white shirt and perfectly pressed shorts, she allows, "That's possible. It's just as likely that people nicked the roomier ones thinking they'd layer sweaters or the like underneath. You might have to do some trading. Or save up. Or... prevail upon the kindness of older riders. I'm sure there's one that might have pity on you." If she has one in mind, she doesn't say. And though she doesn't precisely agree, she does set her clipboard down and approach K'zin, carefully taking the cuffs between fingers to pull them down over his hands - only careful really so she does it without actually touching him. Still, easy enough to do, and as she goes to collect her things, "Isn't it my job to save my riders if they're in distress?" Amused. Attacked by a jacket. "Yes, of course. You're my hero, Weyrwoman." K'zin assures the slender woman in a tone that suggests insincerity, but the smile of gratitude as he tugs the jacket the rest of the way off tells that he really is thankful for her help. "Actually, Rasavyth thought I ought to ask you, if I ran into you, if you might recommend someone for a commission for leathers." He says it casually, as if every weyrling has the marks to fork over for such things. "I told him I thought it might be wise to wait until weyrlinghood was over, but he's-- not thrilled with the options I have." A few brown locks fall in front of K'zin's eyes as he nods down to the crates. "And I think his share of the winnings are burning a hole in -- well, his figurative pocket anyway." The bronzer rambles. It's what he does, especially in the face of someone who makes him nervous. "Do you have any? Recommendations on any of that?" He queries, flicking brown eyes briefly to the goldrider and then away again. Dryly, "At least I'm someone's." Aishani's expression shades briefly wistful, but that passes soon enough; she picks up her clipboard and pencil, looking down at it for a moment before glancing back K'zin's way. With a faint, enigmatic smile, "Rasavyth. Iesaryth's mentioned that they speak now and again. I hope she helps him, I know she was... impatient as well." A little shrug of her own. What do you do? As for leathers, which are clothes, essentially, she's quite serious. "It certainly wouldn't be a waste of marks to get proper leathers though - well." She purses her lips. "You won't go without them on graduation, but spending money helps. I went to a Weaver at the Hall, but I believe Jo has someone she swears by, and you've seen her." The weyrling can be the judge. "I'm sure your plenty of someones'." K'zin's words are out before he can swallow them away. A blush hits his cheeks fast and hard; talking about the Vijays got him more trouble than he'd bargained for once, now he might be headed down the same road. Dragons are a good, neutral, distracting topic. He hurries to comment, "I think she helps him a great deal. I think even simply by not feeling misunderstood always, it helps." He purses his lips, distracting himself even as he goes on, "The other dragons-- many of them don't take a shine to him for one reason or another, though he's almost always perfectly pleasant." K'zin's eyes drop to the leathers at his feet, "I'll have to ask Jo since going to the Hall isn't really feasible yet. You don't think a new set of leathers would get muddied up too badly through the rest of weyrlinghood?" "My family doesn't speak to me. They don't like dragons." That's flatly noted, though less so than might be expected; Aishani shrugs again, as if it's nothing that should bother her, tossing dark curls back over straightened shoulders. Folding arms over clipboard, pencil woven between long fingers, she regards K'zin as he speaks, head tilted, listening. "Does he always feel misunderstood? That must be difficult. For both of you." There's a beat as she considers her words before, "Ambition can make other people uncomfortable, and it's common enough in people. It's less so in dragons." And she's shaking her head before he even finishes, telling him, "Leather won't stain, will be difficult to tear. The mud will scrape off. Even if you decide you'd like something better later on, they'll still be useful. Even here." She looses her pencil to point it at the box, fine brows arched. Some other weyrling might be in his position someday. K'zin grunts. It's exact meaning is unclear, but the sound seems to pair well with his next words: "That makes two of us. Who knew we had something in common after all." There's humor there; humor that wouldn't have been there with how nervous he was on their last meeting. He is-- different somehow-- more confident, certainly. "I think he feels less misunderstood now." He pauses, licking his lips briefly before chewing on his lower lip, considering how much to say. "We've had-- more time together. I was at fault for part of his feeling that way but am now the cure not the cause, to some degree anyway." There's a slight nod to Aishani's words of ambition, "Is that why people act the way they do around you? Ambition?" The topic of leathers receives a decisive nod, but no words. Fine brows still arched, "Really. Well. I haven't been terribly hopeful in the past, but I have to think there is something that will bring - or buy some sort of truce, or forgiveness, if it's required. Iesaryth is not Iovniath, but I imagine the subtleties are lost to people who aren't inclined to look." Aishani's ghost of a smile is now only a little sad, but that fades with some concern for what K'zin's saying; at least she's paying attention, apparently. Again considering her words before she speaks, when she does so, it's still slowly. "I am glad to hear that, but it's unfortunate that there were issues. Having distance later... it can only cause difficulties." She's not speaking from her experience, but from recollection, it seems - but that passes in a sudden grin for the question. "You'd have to ask people. I only have my theories." "But it's one of your theories," K'zin states rather than asks, expression turning thoughtful before he bends to root in the box in front of him, coming up with a pair of pants made for someone much more petite. "Ras and I never met Iovniath, but I find it difficult to believe from the way that Rasavyth communicates Iesaryth to me that she could be mistaken for anyone else." He appears to be fully invested in looking over the pants that are clearly of no real interest to him as he comments, "I admit, after seeing his glimpses into her mind, I'm intrigued myself." A glance slides towards Aishani, "I think I gave you too little credit before." Then again, he's seeing the world through a new lens: Rasavyth's. "Let us hope it works in practice, as we have some forgiveness to buy from Tillek, as I'm certainly not about to beg it. And that's flattering." Aishani doesn't say that as if it's good or bad, just interesting. The goldrider's expression gives little away either, though she watches K'zin with idle curiosity, falling into her lean again. The quirk of her lips might have something to do with those pants, but she remains mostly sober, serious. Only a light in dark eyes might give her away. "She's brilliant," she says, without arrogance. It's not her mind. As for her, she merely arches those brows again, tilts her head questioningly. "Oh?" Do tell. "I don't doubt it." K'zin's response to the nature of Iesaryth's mind is immediate and solid. "I imagine that is a help in dealing with issues like Tillek. What is going on with Tillek anyway? I admit I've become more familiar with the history, but all the nose-burying in books makes me miss a lot with current events." The bronzer finally sets down the pants, picking up another pair that looks at least closer to fitting as he holds them at his waist to compare length. "When I first met you, I thought you were beautiful, but--" He doesn't fill in exactly what the but was, but it might be extrapolated from what he says next: "If the events of the hatching feast weren't enough to clue me in that there's a lot more to you than what is seen, Rasavyth's conversations with Iesaryth make me-- curious. Not that I'll pry into your business again," He learns. Brown eyes pull away from the pants and settle on the Weyrwoman. Aishani echoes, perhaps a touch mockingly, "What is going on with Tillek. Well, first, there is your classmate, the bluerider and not-the-heir after all. Which can hardly be said to be anyone's fault, but given... the previous leadership lost the previous heir..." That would be the leadership that hung her father, yes. "We are not, as they say, in their good books. But she is a great help with many things, many plans, yes." K'zin's compliment warrants little more than a roll of her eyes - yes, yes, more flattery - but she's either entertained or interested enough to point out, "You can ask, as I said. But there's some subjects I'm less interested in discussing than others." A pause. "If it helps, I've been away for a few days, so I'm in a decent mood at least." Can't he tell?! "N-something, isn't he?" K'zin queries of the bluerider, eyes going ceilingwards as he tries to place a name or a face to the not-the-heir after all. "Don't Holders have more heirs than they know what to do with more often than not?" Thoroughly Weyrbred with a healthy helping of Craft, K'zin knows little of these things. "You'd think they'd be proud of one becoming a rider." A hand reaches up to ruffle through his hair, pushing tresses back from his face, though only momentarily as they seem determined to hang down distractingly in his gaze. "Somewhere pleasant, I assume." He purses his lips a brief moment. "Let me guess. Southern. Somewhere back from where you and Iesaryth are from? Ras showed me the beaches Iesaryth showed him. Are they really that pretty?" So much for light, as he goes on to ask: "Are your plans in motion?" Direct, though unspecific. "For getting the residents and Crafters more involved in having a say, that is." He adds after a moment, "You'd mentioned last time we spoke an interest in--" He makes a hand gesture that seems to indicate 'doing that or something.' "N'gan," Aishani confirms, brows coming together in a mild frown - Really? "I'd have thought you'd all... know each other well enough to pick each other out of a lineup. And my knowledge of Holders is limited to Crom and what I've been told, but that's usually the plan. The plan doesn't always work out that way. There's a child, but young. And you'd think any family would be proud of their child be coming a rider, and yet..." She gestures to K'zin, between them. Here they are. "Somewhere pleasant, not Southern or Monaco, but South. There's beaches enough with fresh water nearby. And they are, I think. There's so much to see, so much green." As for her plans, there's a purse of lips and a little sigh, "I've been talking to people, but there's been time for little else." There's a beat where she considers him before, "Is there anyone in particular amongst the Crafters you think I might speak to about that? If I haven't yet?" "That's it!" As if she didn't know. K'zin sighs then, intentionally dramatic for comedic effect, as though it were too much to ask for him to remember a name. Some joke seems to come to his lips, but some other force quashes it from coming out. So surrendering to the serious, he drops in his two thirty-second pieces: "Seems to me that you need more information about Tillek and their Blooded." He folds the pair of pants neatly, placing them back in the crate, "For that, it would seem that you have two sources readily available to you. K'del," His silence in the moment that follows that is the unspoken acknowledgement that that is not a favorable route given who he's speaking to, "Or N'gan. Now that we're old enough to be getting our beasts in hand, it would seem to me that N'gan himself could offer you, his Weyrwoman," Depending on how he feels about all the leadership shenanigans, "Valuable insight into dealing with his-- Aunt, was it?" He questions the relationship between blue weyrling and Lady Tillek. He finishes with the box in front of him and crouches to lift it, sliding it back onto the shelf. The topic of vacation spots is left by the wayside as the matters of politics are continued, "For the Crafters, I'd say you talk to the newest arrivals; the ones most likely to stay. Unless they're those in the Craft who are here more or less permanently, like Madilla." With a faintly narrowed glance, "There's multiple sources for such things, if... research hasn't been done. There's other riders than K'del, and he was offered his opportunity to help. If he's not interested..." Aishani can only gesture, shrug, shade tragic for what might have been. "But if they know each other well enough... or even that they don't... is certainly useful." There's an odd, assessing look for the weyrling before, with a shake of her head, "I meant specifically; general strategy is... not what I was asking about." A smirk. "But thank you. Madilla helped confirm quite a few of my ideas, in fact. It's not right that she feels she has no say over the direction of her home." As she slowly shoulders off the shelf, "I should probably leave you to it. Before dinner ends up being picked over likewise." "I never said their wasn't multiple sources, just that those were probably the two most readily available with the most valid information, given that one is of the Blood there and the other was leadership through the bad times with them once before." K'zin responds amiably, not intimidated this time by her dislike of the older bronzerider. "Consider it me pointing out the merits of N'gan by comparison." Not that K'del doesn't have his own merits but at least for now, he doesn't know Aishani well enough to communicate them with any success. Rasavyth is likely the mind that persuades the loyalist from doing so. "I haven't been in the Crafting Complex enough recently to know who the current movers and shakers are. Maybe once I'm off my punishment I'll have more insights." With that last box back in place, it seems K'zin is done with his rummaging anyway. "As it pleases you, Weyrwoman." He snaps a crisp salute, "I'll be on my way there now." And unless she's of a mind to stop him, he heads off towards the Living Cavern. Aishani might have been trying to point out something else entirely, but it seems the point has been missed. At least, that might be cause for the disappointment that lingers there on her expression briefly - but, as with all her expressions, it passes quickly enough into neutrality. "Of course," could be to many things; to K'zin's suggestion of N'gan, his later possible Crafter suggestions, his heading off to dinner. Her own salute is barely sketched out, with a brief smile: "Enjoy your evening, K'zin." She seems to be off down the aisles with her clipboard herself, not into the caverns - it's probably easier for her to demand food from the kitchen staff later on in the evening. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 14 Apr 2013 04:41:17 GMT.
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Interesting~ Solutions and planning and thoughts. ...Still cracked up at K'zin getting attacked by a jacket, tho. XD
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