Logs:What do you Want?
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| RL Date: 1 September, 2015 |
| Who: Alida, K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Southern Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Alida travels to Southern Weyr a few days after K'del got shanked at Greenfields to make an offer. Unsurprisingly, it doesn't turn out well. |
| Where: Southern Weyr |
| When: Day 19, Month 9, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Warm, sunny, tropical. |
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| By the time a couple of days have passed, K'del is no longer at Greenfields, but in the bosom of his family at Southern Weyr. The first couple of days were bad-- transporting a grievously injured person is never ideal-- but now, as Cadejoth's more cheerful demeanour might suggest, things are improving. Of course, it's equally plain that Cadejoth would prefer to be at home, and that his rider is less than thrilled by the enforced rest... but that, it seems, is to be expected. By the time a couple of days have passed, Alida is back under full self-control after the rather disastrous Senior flight. It still isn't easy for her to do this, but - with enough reasons under her belt - the bluerider directs Ilicaeth Between to Southern Weyr. With their identities confirmed by watchdragon, perhaps even Southern's queens and Cadejoth, the human half of the pair finally enters the weyr that houses the (still) Weyrleader, while - outside - Ilicaeth perches somewhere nearer the 'Reachian bronze, and seeks to engage him in affable conversation. Alida's bootsteps are perhaps unnervingly quiet as she advances, her often aloof expression exchanged for one of guarded neutrality as the blonde slowly pulls to a halt...looking to see if the bronzerider is even awake. K'del's condition is serious enough that there's still a healer on duty-- and he's not in Ali's weyr, where her daily business might disturb his rest. The guest weyr is relatively unadorned and quiet, but the healer gestures Alida in-- "He's bored, but also high on fellis," is the warning given-- towarsd the bronzerider's bedside. He lays on his stomach, his wound largely uncovered to the air, staring at the wall in a desultory fashion that is quickly interrupted by the bluerider's arrival. He stiffens; he says nothing. His lifemate is, at least, more communicative; he's more than happy to talk to his grandson, sharing news of Southern... and eager for news of High Reaches in return. Ilicaeth is happy enough to regale his grandsire with the everyday goings-on at High Reaches, though - by his rider's edict - he doesn't touch anywhere near thoughts of Niahvth/Irianke, nor of the mixed relief/disgruntlement/shock of various Weyrfolk. All's going well. Inside - unlike her dragon - Alida's almost as stiff as K'del, those green eyes mercilessly locking to the man's blue eyes for some moments, then moving to the wound in his back, exposed as it is. For some extended seconds, there's nothing but silence and study - an absent nod given to the Healer's words - until the blonde slowly closes...almost cat-like in her motions. If there's a bench or seat nearby K'del, she'll settle lightly upon it, while murmuring dispassionately to him, "Close. I'm no Healer, but looks like another quarter inch..." Would've ended him. There's a nicely padded chair that has been drawn up close to K'del's bedside; plainly, Alida's not the first visitor. He's silent for a few moments more, the wariness obvious in his expression. "S'what they tell me," he agrees. "Didn't hit the lungs. Could've." His is an awkward position for conversation, but with his head turned he can more-or-less see the bluerider directly. It may be a little difficult to see, but his eyebrows are raised: Well? His wariness is echoed by her own, though Alida's is perhaps somewhat lesser. She's not been shanked, after all, nor is she laying vulnerable in a bed. "You able ta tell me anything about how this happened?" From the growing look of aloofness slipping over the woman's features, K'del might perhaps be able to assume she's in 'guard mode' when inquiring that of him. "No." It's a quicker response than his previous one, and rather more firm. Whatever K'del can or cannot tell from Alida's demeanour, his own is closed off. "Leave the investigations to--" It falls short of warning, and it's certainly not an order, but K'del is firm enough all the same, even if he can't manage to finish his own sentence. "What do you want, Alida?" There's a small bob of her head - 'as you wish' the vague rise of her brows might silently say - the woman then merely shrugging her jacketed shoulders, and slowly rising from her seat. Her voice is a near whisper, so as not to carry to the Healer, though it contains more-than-ample hints of firmness "Thought you *might* wanna have this looked inta' beyond what Greenfields, Crom 're doin'." Obviously he doesn't, so she's apparently done. Sounds like she was offering her not-insubstantial services as a trained Guard. No matter; the blonde woman addends a quiet, "People 're talkin', uv' course." About him, about the whole kit-and-kaboodle. "I prefer gettin' my facts first hand, whenever possible; seein' for myself." And now that she's made her offer of help, and seen that their Weyrleader is not failing and appears to be in good hands... "You'n'I aren't exactly on trusting terms," K'del points out around his thick tongue. "Don't think there's already people doing that? Trained people?" His mouth shuts, mulishly, as he gives Alida a long, reproachful stare. "Go home, Alida. Keep yourself out of trouble for once in your life." There's an arrogant arch of one brow for K'del as he speaks of having other people sniffing around, the blonde women then 'awarding' him a rather chill little half-smirk backed by even colder eyes. "Trouble?" is softly inquired with a hint of cool, dark humor over her shoulder as she turns away. "You do well enough on yer own." He doesn't need *her* help. A proper, if unanimated and bare little salute is given to the man in that instant before she turns back to her goal: the exit. Were K'del in a position to, he might punch a wall at this point... or just a pillow. Instead, he manages to more-or-less hold his cool until the bluerider is gone, and save the verbal angst for someone else. |
Comments
Squishy (23:56, 1 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
Those faces. Its perfect. The icons say it all.
Also, the idea of K'del high is amusing to no end.
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