Logs:What's a Glacier Girl To Do?
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| RL Date: 6 February, 2013 |
| Who: Riorde, Taikrin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After breaking the news to Glacier that they've been saddled with herself as Wingleader, Taikrin retreats to her weyr. Riorde soon follows. There is a lot less celebration than one might think. |
| Where: Taikrin's Weyr, HRW |
| When: Day 2, Month 13, Turn 30 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Steady, today's snowfall sticks, creating dunes on the bowl floor. |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Brieli/Mentions, H'kon/Mentions |
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| Gnarled Roots Weyr, High Reaches Weyr The short, steep tunnel into the interior of the weyr is rough at the start from the efforts of those once-magnificent trees, but further in even they haven't been able to move the slick stone floor. The hearth is large and well-stoked, and the heavy wooden shelves on the wall are bare save for rough timber logs propping them up. A mix of thick, brightly colored hangings and old tattered canvass curtain off the storage alcove on one side of the room and the low-ceilinged sleeping room on the other. Cracks along the walls leak in the wetter seasons, but the oddly round rooms are still in good condition, though they seem awkwardly placed in relation to each other. There's just enough room for a decent-sized couch pressed up between the entrance tunnel and the hearth, though it's cozy and well-protected from the chill outside. The small amount of furniture consists of heavy wood-and-iron pieces too heavy to move out, including a pretty decent-sized bed tucked into the sleeping alcove and a desk pressed against the opposite wall from the fire. There's a large, beautiful rag-tied rug spread before the hearth, padded with an assortment of pillows both large and small. Though much of the dust has been swept out, the weyr has only a barely-lived in feel, and there's obviously quite a lot still to be done. --- How does one follow up a rousing speech to a wing full of skeptical riders who were your friends and fellows only a a day ago? By escaping back to your weyr to stare longingly at the alcohol your dragon won't let you drink, of course. The shards of a broken bottle in the far corner of the weyr are fresh, and a sharp breeze blows smoke from the fire onto where Taikrin is ransacking her dresser looking for something. Szadath is gone, as usual, curled up on Hraedhyth's ledge so he can look menacing to all the other males, which leaves nothing to block the elements -- or the sound of Taikrin's cursing. In Szadath's absence, Sforzath claims the ledge as his, sprawled out with complete self-possession. Possession, period. Riorde looks at him with fond amusement when she slides down, though her expression changes to something a little more cautious as the cursing reaches her ears. "Hey," she calls as she steps inside, coming up behind Taikrin. But cautiously; she knows not to startle her. "What's the matter? I thought you'd be celebrating or something." Taikrin's managed to find one of her brass knuckle gloves by the time Riorde enters, and she's diligently tearing through clothes spread out on the floor when her head snaps up at that first call despite Riorde's efforts. But she doesn't strike out-- she even manages to forcefully relax, a little, and sag back against the other woman. "Shells. Startled me." She takes a deep breath before adding, "I will, later. At the retirement party. It's just-- it's a lot, you know? Now F'rint, on top of everything. It'll be fine." "Sorry." Riorde eyes the mess, but her attention's primarily for Taikrin. She wraps her arms around the other woman's waist, standing there resting her cheek on her shoulder. "Yeah." No doubt Riorde's been hearing about this, the stress. Witnessing it, too. "You did good today though. F'rint stepping down's a big change." She pauses there, considering the other brownrider, her Weyrleader, from this awkward angle. "He did step down, right?" She expects Taikrin can read between the lines of what she doesn't fully articulate. "Of course he did!" Taikrin interjects, stiffening despite herself. "I didn't want him to, but he told me he was sick of this shit and he didn't want to deal with it." She hesitates, then admits, "He didn't exactly appoint me to replace him, but he told me to do what I thought was best with his knot. And I am. Glacier did used to be the Weyrleader's wing, and we should be again. I didn't make that shit up." There's more than a little defensiveness in her voice, and finally she does pull away so that she can sit down on the edge of the bed instead. "At least it gives me an edge up on H'kon. On everybody. It has to help." In response, Riorde's embrace tightens a little. She doesn't say much, just continues to watch Taikrin from the side with her unwavering stare. "Okay," she says to all this in the end, letting go. Ri comes to stand in front of the bed, looking down both serious and unforgiving. "You know Glacier's behind you. We stick together. Look after our own." "They are, are they?" she asks sardonically. "I ain't so sure about that. I mean, nobody outright mutinied, I guess, but it ain't like I've got supporters falling out of the sky to help me." Taikrin's fingers tighten on the single fighting glove in her lap, knuckles briefly whitening, before she lets out a hoarse bark of laughter. "I can fix this. I know I can. Why is everybody being so fucking dense about the fact that I ain't got a cock between my legs?" She does not sound amused. Riorde's expression hardly changes except for a flicker of sympathy as she moves to carefully sit down on Taikrin's lap instead of beside her, legs to either side. "You'll show them," she says in the tones of a promise. "And when you lead, they'll follow. You know Glacier inside and out. Just put that knowledge to use. And don't forget that." "Why do you think we got free-beer hour in the Snowasis now?" is Taikrin's rejoinder, complete with what's almost one of her crooked grins. "I thought Azaylia would hand it over to me straight away, especially with Brieli so against H'kon. I probably-- I got to work on her more, maybe. She's Glacier, too, for all she's a weyrwoman. Maybe I can order her as her Wingleader?" Now she is smiling, even if it's got a hard edge to it. Riorde meets that smile with a smirk. "I'm sure that will go over well," she replies dryly. "Let me know how that goes. You know golds." It's meant as a throw-away remark, but as soon as she says it, Ri's smile suddenly dims. "Yeah. I do, don't I?" Taikrin doesn't, at first, notice Riorde's reaction. "I had Teris wrapped up okay, more or less. I thought I had Azaylia, but-- I'll work on her. I can do this. We're so close, baby. It'll be great. We can really make this place work again, I know-- hey, what's wrong? You're with me on this, right? I need you." There's genuine need in her voice, too. "Yeah. Of course I am." Riorde makes herself sound as if she means it, too, arms around Taikrin's neck as she leans in to kiss her. It's distraction at its best. "I'm right here with you." Taikrin is SO into being distracted right now. Maybe a little too much. Not only does she kiss back, hard, but her hands are almost immediately wandering purposefully up the back of Riorde's shirt. "Good. I need you." There's an entirely different kind of need in her voice, now. Distraction works both ways, although Riorde's fighting her own preoccupation in what follows. Before she pulls off her shirt altogether and pushes Taikrin back, she reiterates for the both of them, "You have me." |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Thu, 07 Feb 2013 04:53:36 GMT.
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Answer to title: Fool around with her girlfriend, apparently! ;)
Also, I don't know how I feel about needing to be worked on. ._. Eep.
(Poor Tai. Poor Riorde!)
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