Logs:Worrying
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| RL Date: 14 October, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, N'rov |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After talking to K'del, Aishani is a little tipsy when N'rov comes back from Fort. She's also concerned. |
| Where: Aishani and Iesaryth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 18, Month 13, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, Tiriana/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Backdated. |
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| Shani, as usual, was meant to be in the galleries, as that's what one does when one's dragon is on the sands, particularly if there's reason to be on guard and the other dragon usually there is off visiting... and etcetera. There's a lot of reason she ought to be there when N'rov and Vhaeryth get back to sadly snowy High Reaches, though a slightly-shaded, cloudy Iesaryth can let them know she's in her weyr, in her bedroom. There's a carefully arranged junior weyrwoman's knot on the lowest step, drying footprints around it. Inside, boots and jacket discarded a bit carelessly, but that's not unusual. The dragon lets his rider off, gets his straps off (critically important) and leaps on off again to tend to Iesaryth. Also their eggs, but mostly Iesaryth; Vhaeryth's himself less cloudy than bright with sun through barely rippled glass, with having flown the brisk winds of Fort and seen his relatives there. Home. And now he's back! And it's warm, and she's there, and surely all is as it should be. Except the clouds. N'rov might not have noticed the knot on the stairs below if it weren't for his dragon having glimpsed it on his way; as it is, he hoists straps and laundry bag over his shoulder and hauls them inside, calling somewhat warily, "Shani?" Iesaryth might be bothered; there might be clouds and some large, slow-moving masses under otherwise calm waters, but not bothered enough that she can't be distracted by the sense of winds she'd like to fly, places she'd like to go. But since Vhaeryth's been gone, look, not one thing has happened. Every egg is just where they were left, and if the queen sees fit to pile some sand to the side of one with her tail now, surely that's coincidence. Inside, "I'm fine." Maybe that wary note is enough to draw her out of her lair, dark head poking out from between glass beads, seemingly fully dressed, but wrapped in a blanket even so. Shani has the sort of expression that she'd likely hate herself for were she totally aware of it - miserable, and looking as if she'd like N'rov to feel sorry for her. Big brown eyes. "I told you they were going to get rid of me." Which doesn't explain the knot, but whatever. She's upset! Not one thing? Not one? That sunlight can seek to filter through those clouds, the very nature of sun, even while Vhaeryth happily goes about the business of /changing it up/. He first breathes a warm whuff of air upon his mate's neckridges, admittedly, but then he inspects an egg near to hers and adds a pawful of the stuff right on top. "You don't look fine," isn't a compliment, but it does carry more concern than anything. Once N'rov's gotten rid of the snow off his boots, he walks right over to her. "And that's why... there's a knot? On those steps? Just sitting there, like it's going to wrap around your ankle," except at those last words, his arms wrap around her. Pleasantly, « I didn't want to worry you. » Iesaryth is content to let a little sun sparkle off the waves, even as she considers other things, in some other part of the ocean's depths. She's also happy to leave the pawing to him, though there's a brief nudge with nose against shoulder before she turns her attention to what might need fixing. Or just changing. "Like a snake," agrees Aishani, muffled, into his chest at first. It might be a little hard to hear. She breathes in, breathes him in, before looking up, dark eyes uncertain. "K'del left it there. I didn't... want to take it in front of him. They'll-- He says they'll leave me alone if I stay. But I don't even know why they want me to stay." « /You/ may worry me, » Vhaeryth allows grandly. Not like those other dragons. He proceeds to get on with the pawing, though at least he keeps that paw lowered so as to not kick up dust: he's learned. "Like a... ahh." N'rov tightens his hold, strokes her hair and says, "If you let me take off my jacket, it won't dig buckles into your face." Not that he's letting go, or that she hasn't looked up anyway. "So they want you back? What kind of 'leave you alone'? And you didn't ask, or did he just dodge?" He laughs briefly. "Sorry, sorry, too many questions." Would he like dust? Especially if he were oiled? No. But Iesaryth warms for that even so, perhaps enough to forgive enthused pawing. He is, after all, just making sure they're covered. As for Shani, she moves back, a tall blanketed mass, to let N'rov dejacket and get comfortable. "Sorry, take off your boots too, I just... Have you eaten?" She's suddenly concerned, partially because: "I forgot. And he asked me what I wanted. So that was one of the things I wanted, but... they're bringing goldriders in. Even if it's a farce, people will see, they'll say I just fell in line, or something. After all this time." A pause. "I asked. I asked why. He didn't say. I think it's to watch me. Or... I don't know." N'rov does eventually let Shani go that much, hanging his weighty jacket on the back of the chair (someone's pockets need to be emptied), trading his boots for felted house shoes. "You forgot to eat? I haven't eaten, no. The food there isn't any better, I don't think." He may have mistaken her, but he's quick to follow up, "Let them. There's room for a couple juniors, right? We had them at Fort for a while, before that one got sent off. There might even be someone you like, like you like Hattie." He adds dryly, "Probably he didn't say because he wanted you to worry about it." With a look toward the trap door, "Maybe someone will send something decent tonight. And yes, I forgot to eat. I was too busy... worrying. You're probably right. I hate that." Aishani starts toward the chairs by the fire, still cloaked in blanket dragging behind her on the floor as she adds, "Not you being right, him... people, getting at me like that..." She throws herself in her chair moodily, staring at the low flames in the hearth. "I don't know if they will if I... go back to work, I guess. I just don't know what's here for me. There's Jo, there's the business... but other than that, it's not as if they actually want me." "Maybe someone already has," N'rov says, and goes to investigate. Along the way, "Of course not my being right, you'd be hating all the time," in N'rov-land. While he's at it, "How could they not want you? You're smart, capable, and the best-looking bit of this place. Going back to work means you keep having your finger in the pie." That hadn't occurred to Aishani. She watches him walk over with interest, both in what's there and just watching him in general, curling up in her chair to mope. "I didn't think about that," she says, unnecessarily. "I might have been drinking a little too." Which might explain that. With a grin that even her mood can't dampen, "Maybe I do hate you all the time. And you have to say those things so I'll do nice things for you." Though her gaze has softened for them. "That is true. I-- never really stopped, altogether. There's some people I didn't want to cut off." N'rov opens it up with a flourish and... nothing there. He snorts, not so different from his dragon, and gives the cord a tug before closing the door and stepping back. "I hope you saved some of the booze for me," he says, starting to wander back. "That must be it. Very, very nice things. Anyway, you'll get to work with those people again, /and/ you won't have to worry any longer about when will they do something about your not working because it's over and it's fine." Freeing hands from her blanket enough to applaud for the presentation, at least, Shani is disappointed by the nothingness for the moment. "I did," she tells N'rov slowly. "There's not very much in the bedroom, but there's usually something in the cabinet." There's a wave in that direction before she wraps herself up again, looking over at him for a long moment, thoughtful. "Wouldn't it bother you? If you were me? To have people think you just... gave up, fell in line, did what people who basically..." She stops and stares into the fire for a moment. "No matter what I get out of it, some part of that kills me. I'll always hate it." N'rov's got a nod for that, but he doesn't head in the cabinet's direction. "If I were you, it could bother me," he says wryly. "It might bother me anyway. But is it just giving up, or is it finding a better deal?" Circling behind her chair, he leans upon its back. "It could have been a lot worse. You're you. Don't wind up like Tiriana." If he's there, she reaches for him - even if it's just with one hand to cover his, to lean over and rest her head against. "I know what deal I'll get. You'll know, because I'll tell you. Maybe the Harpers will know, because I don't trust them and they don't trust me, and I want it written down that they can't make me go anywhere." Shani has a sigh before her next, her breath warm. "Maybe I shouldn't worry that anyone would think anything like that if they'd met me." It takes her a beat or two before she lifts her head again, brushes dark curls back to meet his gaze. "I didn't mean to. I don't want to. I just... hate the idea of making it better for them, I guess. I'd rather leave it be or make things worse." That doesn't quite ring true, the last, though she certainly could. "Not if they'd met you," N'rov agrees, and with his free hand, he touches her hair. "Not unless you'd stabbed them... recently, anyway." Looking upside down at Aishani, he says seriously, "But it's not better for them, is it? It's better for the place. And yeah, it would be great to just kick back and not have to do any work other than Iesaryth's eggs every once in a while, but that wasn't going to last forever, not anywhere." Shifting to kneel on the chair so she can face him, Aishani just looks at N'rov for a long time, the line between fine brows beginning to smooth out; gaze less troubled, if still darkened. "No, it wasn't," she murmurs, eventually. "I didn't expect it to last longer than a month or two. I don't know how it got here." She sits up, leans in for a soft kiss, still a little sharp with liquor, resting her forehead against his after. Quietly, "I would be in a very different place without you." Forehead to forehead, N'rov cups the back of her head with his hand. "Here we are," he says, quietly. "It's an opening back to not worrying about what other people think. " And more pragmatically, "If you work with them, and later you decide you'd really, really like to live somewhere with better food and warmer winters, it'll show that other senior you've got chops." As if he doesn't know, but still, like it's a secret, "I worry about what other people think if they think I'm weak." Aishani can be many things, but weak is unforgivable. That's a sin. Blinking a few times, quickly, so her eyes don't get too bright, she sheds her blanket enough to hold his face in her hands, kiss him again. "There's that," she agrees, lowly. "There's a few things. If it works out. But..." And again. She'll tell him later. She seems more inclined to do very nice things at the moment. Even if there is food on the way. |
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