Logs:Weyrling Catchup
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| RL Date: 10 April, 2013 |
| Who: Quinlys, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Right after I'zech leaves, Telavi arrives. |
| Where: Weyrlingmaster's Office, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 6, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Alida/Mentions, E'sren/Mentions, I'zech/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions, Meara/Mentions, Sabella/Mentions |
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| Weyrlingmaster's Office, High Reaches Weyr Made private by a thick, insulated door that blocks out most of the noise from the barracks beyond, the Weyrlingmaster's Office is a comfortable, quiet alcove. Instead of an imposing desk, much of the room is taken up by a large round table, with five chairs spaced around its edges. Beneath it is a square rug pieced together with twisted rags that stretches from wall to wall, just leaving room for the long bookshelves and filing cabinets. On the back wall, a tapestry of the Weyr's badge is hung, providing both insulation and decoration. In one corner sits a small green plant, growing strong despite the lack of sunlight in this windowless room. Beside it rests a tea cart, prepped and ready. One good thing about studying, or 'studying,' is that even though today's lesson is in mathematics and therefore doesn't require Telavi's presence, she can kill time outside the weyrlingmasters' office without looking like she is... and if it keeps Sabs off her back, that's an extra bonus. She's not as spread out as usual, her hidework confined, rarely looking towards that door but always with an ear to it beyond the drone of the harper speaking and the muted scratching of his students. Unlike a few days ago where she'd peeked in and then disappeared nearly as quickly, there's no yelling, and by the time Mr. Scruffy's making his exit, Tela's all set to catch the door before it can entirely close. She's quite nearly impeccable, especially by contrast, her clothes neat and her hair braided extra tightly to her head before being jailed in its usual knitted cap, her hidework now slung in a bag from one shoulder. "Weyrlingmaster," she greets Quinlys dulcetly, her gaze then sliding after the man before returning to the woman: what's up there? "Telavi," answers the bluerider, who lifts her elbows onto the table and twines her fingers, all the better to provide a support for her chin. "That is my newest assistant, allegedly," she adds, answering the unspoken question in a tone that sounds both terribly long suffering and utterly, utterly determined. "We'll see. What can I help you with? Come in, sit down. No yelling, at least, today. I'll try and keep it that way, too, unless you've really got something to rile me over." Her gaze is questioning, brows lifting: does she? "Really." Telavi's expressive eyebrows could marvel all on their own, but here they're combined with the lift of her cheeks and the purse of her mouth that barely controls her dimples. "That sounds like a story." She does come in, she does sit down with her bag moved to her knee, the door left barely ajar behind her so there's probably not too much of a secret involved today. "Assuming you don't want to be riled, weyrlingmaster," and she's smiling for Quinlys now, "I like to think it won't. It's about the other day, when we," her fists illustrate, crash-boom. Abruptly, as soon as the crash-boom incident is mentioned, Quinlys sits back in her chair and folds her arms. Her nod is short, but not in a discouraging way: it could just mean that she understands the reference, and is ready to hear more. "A story for another time, maybe," she says, harking back to that other topic. "Or perhaps it'll be around the Weyr before lunchtime anyway. So - the other day. The incident. Tell me." "Accurately or otherwise," Telavi murmurs of the story's rounds, her smile peeking out again before she banishes it. Looking straightforwardly at Quinlys, not at the hands she's now neatly folded around the strap of her bag, she begins. "First of all, the dragonhealers looked over Solith's wings again this morning, just in case, and said they're just fine, and that 'it's 'good we took care of them conservatively,'" not that she seems to expect this is news to Quinlys, but she mentions it all the same, perhaps thanks to Solith's visibly chafing at not getting to glide more more more. "I wanted to say something, something positive, about both K'zin and Alida," that last name said a touch apologetically. Accurately or otherwise - yes, says Quinlys' nod, and the twist of her mouth, a smile not quite fully realised. Another nod confirms the report from the dragonhealers, likely one that has already been sent her way. It's that last-- those two names, and the second in particular, that have her expression creasing, her sigh escaping. "K'zin told me he thought you all did well, given the circumstances. That there were ways you could have done things better, but that you all learned from it." That hint of apology lingers, even deepens with a touch of rue, Telavi all too aware. "That sounds very," how to put this, "mature of him," only it ends on a questioning note. "A 'good answer.'" This time, the twist in Quinlys' mouth is more pronounced - more visible. "Would you say it differently?" she wonders. "Though, of course, as you say, you have something positive to say about both of them. So that makes me wonder. Tell me how you see it, Telavi. I'm listening." Telavi's slight shrug demurs. Rather, "It seems like the sort of thing we should like to be able to say about any... episode," she answers, less a twist to her own mouth than an uplift. "I'd like to let you know, specifically, that K'zin was injured when he charged in to 'rescue me.' I'm not positive that I needed rescuing," and for all that Quinlys looks to be wearing her weyrlingmaster hat, Tela's momentary smile can't help but imply 'Boys,' but his heart seemed in the right place. I'd like to think that later on, people would want someone in their wing who looked out for other people, you know? And he didn't just toss me aside, he cushioned our fall, and he didn't complain and complain and complain that I accidentally bashed his nose afterward." Then there's Alida, but Tela waits, to see if Quinlys has had enough of K'zin yet. Boys. It makes Quinlys smirk, breaking past her more formal, weyrlingasterly demeanour, though it's quickly replaced by something more thoughtful as, once again, she drops her chin towards her hands that have resumed that earlier position. "Good for him," she says. "It's a pity about-- well. We would have-- well." Moving on! "He'll grow into a good man, given time, I suspect. He just needs to get past his 'boy' bullshit." Telavi's eyes can sparkle, it's that smirk, but she doesn't presume upon that little bit of letting go. Although she does invite, "Oh?" without her own elaboration. "He's a teenage boy. Enough said." Quinlys is not going any further on that topic, oh no - and her head shakes, firmly, to reinforce that particular idea. "And Alida?" Oh, fine. Even Telavi can read that cue, and for once, the girl doesn't press the issue. "Alida... after the accident, she kept her cool. She checked with us, asking who was hurt and how, instead of marching off or just paying attention to Ilicaeth even after he was settled or flinging her hands around in a tizzy. Or, finishing us off! I can't say that she wasn't bossy along the way, but when I told her I didn't like it... or something like that, anyway, I wasn't the most clear-headed myself... she actually didn't get pissed off. Believe it or not!" Quinlys' brow quirks, as though she really does find it more difficult to believe that of Alida, and really, can she be blamed, after recent interactions? "Well," she says, after a few moments in which she is clearly recomposing her thoughts. "I'm glad to hear it. Think that's important, in a crisis. And... it does seem as though you're all going to be fine, which is a relief. Do you think you should have been more clear-headed? Do you regret any of your actions?" Abruptly, she leans forward, just a little, eyes trained on Telavi with obvious interest. Does she? This doesn't rattle off Telavi's tongue so neatly, and she sits back, thinking. In the end, she meets Quinlys' eyes. "I don't, really. Should I? I do wish that I'd realized just how much the spilled oil would make it a problem, but I'm not sure I'd have done much differently. I wish I could have gotten to Solith even sooner, she was hurting and scared after Hraedhyth froze her out of the air, but if she had to bellyflop, better in the water than on top of me on the ground, you know? And no, I wasn't thinking entirely straight after the crash... but I wasn't flopping my hands around either, and I don't think it was out of line. I have to keep learning how to deal with her, is all, and that's not something I can cram in for the next day's test." Nodding, reflectively, Quinlys doesn't have a great deal of outward reaction to what Telavi has to say, though she certainly seems thoughtful enough. "Mm," she says, finally. "That's always the most difficult part. Weyrlinghood... you can learn most of it by rote. But learning how to deal with your dragon? How you work together, how you fit? That's harder. It's a lot harder. You... seem to be doing relatively well, though?" "I hope so." Telavi crosses her legs, hanging the strap of her sack on the opposite knee. The verb has the slightest catch to it. "She doesn't seem as... difficult? as some of them, always poking and prying, so I suppose I'm lucky there. She likes to hunt, that's not a bad thing, she wants to fly, that's not bad either, and if I have to keep reminding her not to go nosing around things she shouldn't, eventually she'll get the hang of it, or at least everyone will have their own weyr so it won't be right there." But does Quinlys think so, too? "Can you think of anything I should be doing better?" The way Tela is looking at her, she halfway hopes there is. Again, Quinlys gives a nod that seems to be confirmation, though it could also be simply acknowledgement of what Telavi has to say; it's difficult to say, really. She chews on her lip, lingering on that even after the weyrling has stopped talking; even with that look focused so intently on her. Instead of an answer, she offers another question: "Do you see yourself as having leadership potential? Do you... aspire to greatness?" Telavi's sitting up straighter, her spine pressed tightly against the back of the chair, though her eyes aren't quite so wide as they'd been a fraction earlier. She chews on the questions, for all that her lip remains intact, unworried by tongue or teeth. "I don't look at myself that way," she says frankly. "If you're referring to what I think you're referring to, Weyrlingmaster, I think you should go with Sabella. E'sren, too. They work hard, they want it, they get along with people. Yes, I like them, but it seems like everyone should like that about them. And it shouldn't just be bronzeriders... should it?" "Should it be bronzeriders?" Quinlys volleys that question right back, brows raising with what seems to be genuine interest in the answer. "You seem to be doing well, Telavi. You seem to be popular, and good with other people. Why shouldn't we have a future full of--" She breaks off, shakes her head. "Meara would say I'm projecting my political views, and that that's not a good thing in a teacher, so I'll stop. But I'd think about it, if I were you. If it's something you think you could do? Step up. Show us." Telavi starts to reply, then she breaks off as Quinlys keeps talking, clearly fascinated by the volleying, the mentions of future and political views and teaching, the implication of something freshly perceived between the two... not that 'popularity' hurts. But at the end, "What do you mean, Weyrlingmaster? I feel like anything you see should be what a person does or doesn't do already, not... put on. I mean, Sabs and I could alternate something where first she tells me and a couple of other people what to do, and we do it and then say how good a leader she is, and then we all take turns doing that, but that would be so fake. But maybe I don't understand what you mean, or I'm not looking at things the right way?" Quinlys' expression is inscrutable, her eyes ever so slightly wide, as if in innocence. "Why don't we leave that one for you to think over," she suggests. "Look around at your classmates. You've mentioned Sabella and E'sren; think about whom else you might pick, if you were in our shoes. What is it about them that makes them stand out? Is it something they do? Consciously, unconsciously? Who can say." Her head tip towards the door, and she adds, "You're doing fine, Telavi. But if I'm not mistaken, class will be breaking up any moment, and that means you've other places to be." That expression of Quinlys', Telavi doesn't look precisely suspicious the way she has had of other people on other occasions, but she certainly doesn't relax and take the redhead's face at face value. She listens, and then says, "Thank you, Weyrlingmaster," as she rises. She also sneaks a peek back on her way out. Quinlys? She looks faintly smug, and definitely pleased with herself. She'll even meet Telavi's gaze on that peek. "I'll talk to you later, Telavi," she says, cheerfully enough. And then? Back to work. Besides, she has a Weyrlingmaster's meeting soon. |
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Comments on "Logs:Weyrling Catchup"Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Fri, 12 Apr 2013 08:19:04 GMT.
I love scenes that happen after 'unrelated' ones! Ee. I like how much Quinlys pursued the point of Telavi possibly being leadership material... and Tela was like "I'm not the greenrider you're looking for!" Sweet to see her promoting a friend.
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