Logs:Wing Talk
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| RL Date: 24 October, 2014 |
| Who: Jadzia, K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Weyrling and Weyrleader talk wings. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 2, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions |
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| Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr The rest of the bowl may be barren, grass barely surviving at best, but here by the lake, it's brilliantly green in the warmer months: thickening and thriving in the silty, boulder-dotted soil just before it transitions to soft sand and thence to the cool, clear water itself. A large freshwater lake fed by a low waterfall, it not only provides warm-weather bathing space for humans and dragons, but has one end fenced off as a watering hole for the livestock in the feeding grounds. The water there is often muddier than the rest of the clear lake, whose shallows drop off abruptly several yards out into deep water, and whose edge undulates against the coarse-hewn bowl wall: here close enough to just be bramble-covered rocks, there far enough away that a narrow land bridge divides the main lake from a smallish pond. Between are several rocky outcroppings that form excellent makeshift diving points, though only one -- across the bridge -- has a set of narrow, slippery, quite possibly tempting stairs. The snowfall is light and intermittent throughout the day until it tapers off completely into a frigid night. The ground is damp, though very little sticks. Snow is falling in an intermittent, half-hearted kind of way; it's not enough for kids to play in, and that makes winter resolutely boring. For K'del, though, meandering along the edge of the chilly lake, it at least makes for a relatively quiet outdoor experience. He's got his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, his fair hair, bare to the elements, collecting snowflakes as he walks. His bronze has spent much of the afternoon high above the Weyr, lounging upon the rim in a way that makes it very clear he's holding vigil, keeping watch over all. Quiet is good because it means Jadzia doesn't have to deal with a lot of people. Not that she's particularly approachable while she jogs her way around the bowl anyway, but it's still nice to not have a lot of traffic to deal with. The weyrling is pretty audible with both foot falls and steady breaths as she comes up on the bronzerider but she still tosses out a, "On your left," in case he decides to do anything crazy like get in her way. She's not wearing the whole winter get up as she passes, but she's mostly just replaced a jacket for a more breathable sweater that's a few sizes too big for her. Conscious of his surrounds, even if he is lost in thought, K'del's head lifts at the sound of Jadzia's voice; it turns, too, right as he takes a hasty step to his right, just to make sure he gives the weyrling plenty of room to pass. Those pale eyes of his track her onwards, even if - apparently - he's not inclined to actually call out and interrupt her run. It's probably for the best that they don't otherwise interrupt each other, K'del with his thoughts and Jadzia trying to drown hers out with physical exertion. But she's been at it awhile and she, unfortunately, has to stop at some point. It's a little further along that she's slowed to cool down and stretch her weary limbs out, where she'd stowed a proper jacket on a boulder for just this occasion. She's more aware of the man now, though, and when he comes closer, she says, "Shells. Sir. I didn't realize it was-- I'm sorry. I would have given you more room if I'd known." The corners of K'del's mouth turn upwards in answer to that apology, his head shaking several times, fast. "No, no, you're fine. Don't need that much room, and it's easier to move out of the way when one's moving slower. It's Jadzia, isn't it? Impressed from Hraedhyth's clutch." His stride - naturally long, of course - lengthens to allow him to draw closer, faster, though his expression is merely curiously thoughtful. "Yes, sir," is the answer to her name. And probably the clutch, too. "To Savroveth." Jadzia will never get used to people knowing who she is just because she was one of a dozen people to impress in that clutch, so adding the information comes reflexively rather than self consciously. "And you're-- I don't really know how I'm supposed to act around you informally, sir." It means she cares enough about not making a horrible impression on him to want to act the right way, though, perhaps. K'del lifts one hand out of his pocket but only to wave it, idly. "We're both off-duty, far as I can see; you can relax. Not going to-- well, it's fine, honestly. How's it all going? You're senior weyrlings, now... got an idea of which wing you might want to be in, eventually?" Perhaps he's hoping that asking questions will put her at ease; in truth, his own expression is now ever so slightly awkward. Jadzia doesn't seem entirely certain, but she'll take him at his word and she nods to suggest as much. "I think it's going good. I was a little worried about Savroveth betweening, but I guess that's kind of normal." She starts shrugging into her jacket, which requires some rearranging of her sweater underneath it while she continues, "R'hin suggested I might be able to fly with Savannah one day. I don't know if he meant right out of weyrlinghood. But... I like him." "I worried about Cadejoth, too," says K'del, quietly, his head giving a short nod as he says it. "He's... he was so distractible. Still is, in some ways, but better than he was. We had to work pretty hard at it. Still," he smiles, abruptly, "You're still here, so you clearly managed." Except that apparently this thought has brought him back to something else-- the smile dies. It has been less than three sevens since Aishani, after all. Hurriedly; "R'hin's a good man, and Savannah a good wing. He's picky about who he takes, too, so you should be pleased." She might have added something about why she worried about Savroveth, but Jadzia is observant enough to notice that it might not really be that important, all things considered. They have managed and that's all that matters. Her own smile is a little weak, trying to be sympathetic where she has no real feelings one way or the other herself. So she focuses on R'hin, "Is he? He's definitely... interesting." But she apparently didn't take him for the picky sort. He's been talking to her, after all! R'hin; R'hin is a good, safe topic, and that's not often a thing a person might actually say, given givens. K'del's smile is not as strong as the one before was, but it is improved from that frown. "He's after a particular type of person," he explains, with a shrug. "And not everyone has the aptitude. Know I'd not be the kind of person he'd take, no matter how much we like each other - and that's fine. It's all about aptitude, as it should be." This is all very interesting. It's not as though the bronzerider in question is very forward about information himself. Or, at least, hasn't been with her. But there's also that Jadzia has spent a little time with some members of the wing and she's probably trying to figure out the common denominator that links them all together in her head as they speak. "So if he wanted me and I wanted Savannah, would that be that?" K'del definitely has no real idea of what links together all those people; he's probably long since given up trying. Digging his hands back into his pockets, he shrugs. "Generally. Unless your Weyrlingmasters have major concerns, or I do, or another wingleader jumps up and down. With R'hin... well, we'd never send anyone there unwilling, and we won't give him people he's not interested in; sort of means that when he is interested, it makes a difference. Can't promise, but..." Another shrug. It seems likely. Jadzia nods along as K'del answers, gaze shifting briefly up the wall of the bowl in what might be the direction of her own weyr before she's refocusing on the bronzerider. "That's good to know. Thank you, sir." She smiles and glances now in the direction he'd been heading. "Sorry for interrupting your walk." But the weyrling will let him get back to that now. She waits a moment before starting to turn away, like she's not sure if she should wait to be dismissed or not. But he did point out that they're both off duty. "No interruption at all," promises K'del, barely managing to start talking before the weyrling is turning away. Perhaps he might otherwise say more, but-- no. Instead, he'll simply watch her depart; expression more thoughtful than ever. And finally, under his breath, clearly more to himself than to her, "Any time." |
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