Logs:Wing Issues
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| RL Date: 17 March, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, Z'ian |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Aishani and Z'ian have a late lunch and mostly talk Vienne and Snowdrift. Also: Jo and C'wlin and a little about identity. |
| Where: Kitchen, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 7, Month 4, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Mielline/Mentions, Vienne/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions, C'wlin/Mentions |
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| Seven days in. The weyrlings are growing. Their lifemates are half-asleep when they do appear. It's still snowing, even though it's spring. Life goes on at High Reaches, though certainly there were doom-and-gloom proclamations in the wake of both the Weyr mistakenly stealing Tillek's heir-to-be when they'd already lost one before, and the (Acting) Weyrwoman revealing herself the daughter of an executed criminal. But no, Aishani hasn't exiled half of Glacier or hung K'del or burned the Weyr down (yet). Mostly she's done her job, like usual, but there's been a lot more flying of late. She's always been friendly with the kitchen staff; perhaps that's why she's lingering here over a late lunch at one of the tables, idly looking over hides. This is where Z'ian comes when he's had enough of the communal meals with his wing. Sometimes a man just wants to eat quietly alone and not with a bunch of loud riders. He pushes through the swinging doors of the kitchen, hands holding a plate of food and a tall glass. There's plenty of other places that he could sit in this room today, it's not packed. But instead he drops himself into one of the chairs across from Aishani at her table. "You know, couldn't Iesaryth have just hatched one more bronze? Or Hraedhyth? That probably would have made Tillek less pissed off. Just a friendly suggestion for the next hatching." As if they really had a choice in what the former-heir impresssed to or that it makes a difference at all. He jams a fork into a piece of meat and begins to chew on it, looking to her now for her response. Seeming somewhat pleased for the opening - at least he's not complaining about her - Shani turns over the page she's not-really-reading before looking up at Z'ian, arching a fine brow. "Do you think it would have make that much of a difference? Bluerider or bronzerider, the problem is the same." Glancing down at her plate, poking at what's left of meal on the plate, she quirks something close to a smile as she adds, "I'll keep it in mind, though. I was glad to see Mielliene wasn't interested in taking you outside over Vienne, the other day." The other day, like it wasn't eventful in three or four other ways. In between bites of food, Z'ian manages a lift of his shoulders. "Probably not. Maybe we can just give him back to Tillek after his training is done. It's not like we'll miss one bluerider in the middle of an Interval." There's a can't-possibly-be-serious incline of his head now, "He could be the watchrider there too. Problem solved. Two birds. One stone- or dragon in this case." He takes a long drink from the glass and when he puts it down again, there's something more sober in his expression. "Me too. She's tough little thing. I rather like my face intact. Despite how the last turn has played out I don't actually enjoy being beaten on or beating other people." Dryly, "Yes, I'm sure all the Holders will be dying to set that particular precedent. Dragonriders as heirs. It would solve the watchrider issue. And our tithing problems. I think you've hit on it." Aishani sounds like she can't possibly be serious either, but there's an edge of wistfulness; wouldn't that be nice. Setting down her fork, apparently done with food and her work both - looks like thrilling menu planning if Z'ian bothers to look, how nefarious - "You'd think people enjoyed one or the other, the way things were for a while there. I've never been under the impression that being punched is enjoyable." A pause. "I told her - Vienne - it was too bad you'd just promoted Wingseconds. That would have been easy." "It's really a genius solution." Z'ian agrees to the fairly ludicrous idea. His fork finds its way into some more food and the practice of eating continues, his eyes giving a glance towards that work of hers. Menu planning isn't very exciting which is likely why he doesn't have a comment for it. "I'm a victim of circumstance, things happen around me." That's put dryly and with a rueful smile as he pulls that glass towards himself again. "I think it's the punch giving that's enjoyable, not the taking of it. Unless you're into that sort of thing. Which I'm not really." He lifts an eyebrow for her suggestion and tips his head to the side, possibly considering the implications. "Promoting them was the first thing I did, it was necessary. I don't know how Boreal would feel about me firing one and promoting from outside. Anyway, they're both older. Nothing is forever and a pause would give them time to know her." He taps his fork against the plate. "There's other things to occupy her in the meantime. If she wants." Resting her chin in hand, elbow on the table, Aishani tells Z'ian, "I'll send word to Tillek right away." If only. Though the light in dark eyes suggests she's at least considering the idea of sending that letter. Could it hurt, really? (Yes.) Pulling her folder toward her to close it, she wrinkles her nose girlishly. "Even if you know how to hit someone, it messes up your hands. Unless there's some magical solution to that I'm unaware of." She has a little fan of fingers for 'hands', fingers that might bear scars from fighting. Something other than a needle. As for his explanation, "Oh, no. It makes sense. It just might have made things simpler with Snowdrift. It's difficult to turn that down. As for Vienne, I think she's just... thinking." "It's the satisfaction of hitting them, I think. It overrides the searing pain in your knuckles." Z'ian's eyes flicker to her hands, whether he notices the signs of old fights on them is unclear. His expression is mildly amused when he lifts his chin again, "Well, Snowdrift can be upset if they want. Not that I want them to be, but it won't exactly ruin the rest of my life if they're annoyed for a few months." It's that helpless rueful smile again. "She mentioned that she needed to think about it, I told her to take all the time she needed. It's not as if there's a rush. The whole thing is a work in progress." He's efficient, that plate is being neatly cleared as they talk. "So tell me. Do you have to go back and change your name on a lot of important documents now? Or do you just say, 'fuck it' and let some guy in the archives figure it out?" "I suppose it's never worked out for me in the cost-benefit analysis. The pain versus pain inflicted." Aishani grimaces, making an experimental fist with one hand, looking down at it as if considering what her hand might look like all bruised and battered. Not pretty. Glancing up, arching brows at Z'ian, "What I'm a bit confused about - and forgive me if this is my ignorance of the wings - but I really don't understand what precisely there is to be upset about. It's not as if they're doing much with her." She finds her mug with her free hand to take an experimental sip, seeming to find it still warm. There's a laugh after for his last, as she notes, "Some of that's on me, I imagine. I'm sure the Harpers have an official procedure. I'll ask Vienne. Or C'wlin, I suppose." The last is an afterthought; oh right, we have an eavesdropper. Handy. "Yeah, I never said it was a great way to get satisfaction out of your day." Z'ian shrugs his shoulders and brings that glass up to his lips again. Further conversation on Snowdrift has him making a 'hmm' noise as he swallows. "It shouldn't matter. Because they're not using her. Sure, she can 'practice' her craft with them. But it's not like they're actively utilizing her." And here he lifts one hand, "Honestly, my guess is that it's a matter of ego. I'm no one to her, just some bronzerider who did some thing and wrangled a knot with rank out of it. Now I'm walking around taking 'her' riders." His mouth twitches up at the corners, "That kid impressed? He's an interesting one." "True enough." Straightening to hold her mug in both hands, fingers light on the rim, Aishani considers Z'ian's theory, allowing, "That sounds likely. Also, she's set in her ways, I'd imagine. Not used to people actively trying to make their wings better, perhaps? Personally, not that I have much influence in wing matters, but personally, I like the idea of wingleaders making an effort to use riders with specific backgrounds. If Snowdrift has no specific use for Vienne and you do, well. I'd think that would be an easy decision if it went to Taikrin." Just saying. With a smirk for the bronzerider's twitch, "One of Iesaryth and Arekoth's. He is. A little obvious, but. He could talk to Vienne, to be honest." "Probably some combination of all of the above." Z'ian agrees taking another draw from that glass. "C'wlin could talk to Vienne? About what, coming over to Boreal?" There's a brief flash of confusion but soon he's shaking his head. "Maybe, I don't know him well enough. But I imagine she'll come to a decision on her own anyway. I want her. But if she decides that being kept on in Snowdrift is more appealing? I'd rather not appear desperate or force her hand." His plate is cleaned off by now and he pushes it away from himself. "Are there any more announcements you plan on making? Just so that I can prepare myself for the next time I find myself in the midst of one and discover you're using Jo as a barrier between you and a possibly irate mob of dragonriders?" "Mm. Maybe later, with Boreal. But I was thinking she might want to talk to C'wlin about learning to be more... subtle." Aishani waves a hand, noting, "Just a side thought. My apologies." As for the wing issue, "It was not my impression that Vienne necessarily found it more appealing. There are issues. I'm really not sure what there is to consider, but." She shrugs. With a faint smile, "Appearing desperate is never a good plan." After Z'ian's last, she glances between the plate and the man once, then, with a certain seriousness; "She said she'd watch my back. I didn't expect her to take that so literally. But I won't forget it." A beat. "No. I can't think of anything I forgot to mention." "Oh, maybe. He might be useful in his own ways later on too. He seemed intelligent." Z'ian shakes his head then, "No. I think that I misunderstood what you said. It happens." As for the bluerider who may or may not want to transfer wings, he can just lift his shoulders at this point. "I make it a habit to appear as un-desperate as possible. If I can help it." In the glance she takes between plate and himself, he stretches his arms behind his head and links his fingers together there. Noting, "Jo doesn't bullshit when she says she's going to do something." The bronzerider isn't wearing his usual expression of light amusement or easiness. But he's not seething rage for the topic ether, just serious. "Good. Thank you." With a nod, "He is. Iesaryth seems to think his bronze is too, but I'm not sure I can certain of her lack of bias." Shani has a fond smile for her queen even so, very different from her usual. Setting her mug down, she'll admit, "I think I as much as told her I thought it was a good idea. If it comes up again, you and I - we didn't talk. To avoid any hint of desperation." Said lightly, that last, but she'll sober as the topic shifts from one bluerider to the other. "No, she doesn't," she agrees. "Neither do I." No kidding. "We understand each other. I'm not out to screw her over." Not that Z'ian asked, but she seems to understand he has some stake in the matter. "Understood. I'll try not to name drop you the next time we talk in order to further my own cause." Z'ian's smile is wry there. His gaze is appraising as he hears her, fingers still locked behind his head. "She's everything to me. Try not to get her into more trouble than she's already capable of on her own, if you can." He unlinks those hands and reaches for his glass, draining the rest of the liquid out. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention this to her. In the vein of not looking desperate." The bronzerider smiles and there might be something self-conscious there as he collects his empty dishes and rises to stand. With a little laugh, "I don't know if it would or not." The amusement, as faint as it is, begins to fade as the bronzerider speaks, and Aishani looks just ever so slightly... uncomfortable. She can stand up in front of a Weyr that's turned irate and smile, but emotion makes her twitchy, even so plainly stated. Carefully, "I am not sure that it would look all that desperate. But I understand." A pause, as she toys with her mug on the table, before, "I don't intend for trouble. I'll do what I can to mitigate it. But then, I don't send her out to get into bar fights." So there's only so much she can do here, is what she's saying. It's no trip in the park for him either. Z'ian keeps his gaze anywhere but at Aishani for this part of their exchange and looks distinctly uncomfortable. At the mention of getting into bar fights, he laughs shortly. There's something he finds funny there evidently, "I understand. Again, thank you." He tips his head in the direction of the door, indicating his need to make an exit. "Places to be. Take care of yourself, Weyrwoman." He nods at her and makes for his departure, quick as he came into the room, he's gone again. There's a moment where Aishani looks after Z'ian, briefly thoughtful - then shakes her head, brows arched, and starts cleaning up her own things to move on. And get stared at some more. |
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Jolie (Jolie (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 18 Mar 2013 16:25:20 GMT.
< Jo's a 'ride-or-die' chick! ;)
Loved the undertones in this scene!
Ceawlin (Ceawlin (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 18 Mar 2013 20:29:01 GMT.
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Very good scene! C'wlin's ears are burning. Just wait until he's outgrown that almost-boy, almost-man part of his life! Haha. And well, Athimeroth's got his own plans!!
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