Logs:Working Together
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| RL Date: 14 July, 2015 |
| Who: Lilah, E'dre |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: E'dre is not pleased by Lilah's decisions. |
| Where: Lilah's Sanitized Watercolor Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 3, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
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| It should have come as no surprise to E'dre that on the morning following the strike a rumor began circulating both in the draconic gossip circles and the rider's ones. Then the strike of the caverns' staff became public knowledge and the reality that his wings had been reassigned without his permission was laid out in front of him. He waited the entire day and most of the night for Lilah to seek him out. It is not until the next day that his anger slowly began to simmer past his control. By late evening, he's lost all semblance of restraint as he bursts into the Weyrwoman's weyr without having Wroth announce him. "Lilah!" he shouts out, storming past Eliyaveith's wallow without pausing. "We need to talk. Now!" Luckily, Lilah has no guests. The Acting Weyrwoman is seated at the bare table in the cold reception room, a glass of whiskey at hand and a pile of hides that she is combing through to find-- something. Eliyaveith is the one who greets E'dre from her wallow, the dark queen rumbling a quiet noise, though she does not attempt to stop him. Instead, she will watch as her rider meets that shouting with a passivity. At least she puts down her pen and reaches for her glass as she counters, "Do we?" E'dre's eyes widen at her passivity, his temper heightened by the confrontation he's set out to have. He closes his eyes without comment, shakes his head, and takes a long breath through his nose. He lets it loose with a whoosh of noise through his nostrils. He opens his eyes and levels a stare at Lilah as he reaches forward to grab the back of a chair and pulls it out with deliberate slowness. He slides into the chair and glances at the work in front of her. Finally, he looks back at her and tells her, "You may not take all the wings to do your bidding. You have to find a solution to end the strike. I won't have our people doing the menial labor of this Weyr." "I would also like to find a solution to fill our accounts and get Eliyaveith to rise, but none of that is happening right now," challenges Lilah slowly as her dark gaze slides over the man settling across from her. She lifts her whiskey to her lips, taking a sip, before setting the entire glass down. "In the meantime, someone needs to clean. Someone needs to cook. Unless you want to starve the wings in filth." "Find someone else," E'dre doesn't seem inclined to budge on the point. "The wings are not for you to command." He opens his mouth to continue and then shakes his head. He steeples his fingers together on the table and leans forward, leveling his gaze on her again. "You may use any of the other residents' you have at your disposal. The wings have more important things they need do." "And where do you think we have residents lying around to replace the workers on strike? Should I check the stores, E'dre?" Lilah questions, sharpness growing in her words and only a brow curving upwards as the weight of her dark gaze falls on the Weyrleader. "Everyone may cook for themselves or their families. Those that use the latrine, shall clean up after themselves. There is no reason whatsoever that all the wings be hijacked off their duties to do caverns' work," E'dre replies, his earlier temper moving towards a calmer lull. "If you can't make things right with the Headwoman go and find new staff to replace those who are striking. I don't care which solution you choose, that's your job and I'm not going to do it or pretend to want to do it. Find a different way." The Weyrwoman actually laughs, a soft exhale marking E'dre's reply. Lilah answers slowly, "So you want to give open access to the stores after we've discovered things have been going missing? You want everyone to attempt to cook for themselves in our one kitchen? This is your solution?" She doesn't give him a chance to reply, shaking her head sharply in dismissal. "No, E'dre. I need the wings, until I can sort out the caverns. And since it's part of my job, I am pulling the resources that I need." "If the Headwoman and her staff strike, I'll lead a strike of the wings," E'dre replies. "If you truly wanted to make things right and you truly felt you needed the wings' help for this, you should have come to me and asked. This was a decision that we both should have made together. Instead, you decided to do whatever pleased you. You haven't even considered meeting with her? Do you even know why they chose to strike?" He shakes his head and taps his fingers against the tabletop. "That isn't your job; it's mine," repeats Lilah to E'dre's questions, her fingers falling over the rim of her glass as she continues to study the brownrider. The words that are drawn slowly in offering, though, is a simple, "I am sorry. I should have consulted with you first about needing the wings. But I do need them, E'dre. And if you aren't willing to work with me to see our Weyr fed and clothed--." E'dre is preparing himself for another argument. His lips twist and press into displeased lines as he begins to listen to Lilah's words. He leans forward, tensing and mouth reading to open and spout of more arguments. All of that dissolves when she says sorry. He leans back in his chair and considers her for a long stretch of silence. His next words aren't laced with the earlier anger. "Why wouldn't you have thought to consult me? Is it--," he shakes his head and drops the rest of that question. "Because, I saw something that needed to be done and I did it," is said with a soft edge of humor, her lips curving into a smile that is shared with E'dre and not directed at him, apology held there as well. "Though you may have seen a solution and acted upon it," E'dre's tone is dry and there has yet to be a surface of humor coming forward. He's cautious as he continues, "It doesn't do well for our riders' to see you making decisions that should come with my backing. I should have been the one to tell them." He shakes his head and rubs his hand across his face. "I'll support you," he decides, "but we need to strike a balance in how we handle things in the future. We may not be an 'official' Weyrleader pair and you may have the title long after I have finished my duty, but I still want to do my job well. I want your respect so I may give you mine." "If something like this comes up again, I will be sure to consult you, Weyrleader." Lilah picks up her glass again finally, lifting it in a salute towards E'dre before she adds with her own quiet, "We will figure this out. All of this. For now, you should return home to your weyrmate before rumors circulate about you spending the evening with the Weyrwoman." E'dre can't help but choke on a laugh at that implication. "No offense, Lilah, but I highly doubt any would suspect I'd be in here with that in mind. The rumors I've heard have nothing to do with any Fortian riders." He shakes his head and pushes the chair back against the floor with a loud noise. He winces at it and then stands. "Maybe we should do formal meetings. Weekly. I'll update you on the wings'," he smirks, lifting a brow, "when I get them back in their usual employ. And you can update me on the state of the Weyr." "You should be thankful that they're not," suggests Lilah in response, only the hint of a lift of her brow. "Wouldn't want any Fortian bronzerider strutting around and eying your position, would you?" But she doesn't press that conversation, instead simply nodding to his suggestion. "I'm sure it could be arranged." "I don't believe Wroth has any chance of winning, so no, Lilah, I have no qualms about the men you may be considering to take up the knot. I'm only a brownrider, afterall," E'dre doesn't hide the note of bitterness on that. He does offer her a brief, two-fingered, salute. "I'll do my best to keep the riders' in line when it comes to doing the tasks set before them. Please do your best to right the state of the caverns." He turns then, heading out as abruptly as he came in. |
Comments
Alida (20:21, 15 July 2015 (PDT)) said...
So many 'onlies'. Alida is 'only' a bluerider, too. Maybe we'll have to adjust some crappy attitudes, eh? ;)
Faryn (23:27, 15 July 2015 (PDT)) said...
I hope Wroth chases and catches. That would be hilarious.
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