Difference between revisions of "Logs:Not Without Reason"

Polished marble and granite surfaces, gleaming metalwork and pale woods
  characterize the vaulted fastness of the kitchen. Several large hearths   
  gape red-mouthed against the outer wall of the cavern, their fires almost 
  always stoked for the constant cooking the Weyr requires to feed its      
  denizens. Sinks line the wall to one side of the hearths, providing ample 
  space to wash large quantities of dishes, while to the other, cabinetry   
  and a deep pantry provide storage space for items commonly needed on a    
  day-to-day basis.                                                         
                                                                            
  The remaining wall space is taken up by passageways and extra seating:    
  swinging doors that lead variously to the main living cavern, the inner   
  caverns and the storage rooms, a counter-height pass-through for food     
  service to the Snowasis, and a series of nooks equipped with tables and   
  benches for quick, out-of-the-way meals any time of day.

Outside may be freezing, but at least the kitchens are warm, most of the fires used for the afternoon cooking still at full blast. Rather than eating in the cavern Edyis appears to be taking her lunch at one of the tables in the kitchens, a pile of reports nearby, and leafed through occasionally between bites of stew and a mouthful of wine. She does glance up periodically scanning the room for unexpected faces.

H'vier has been in High Reaches for turns now, but he still never looks happy when there's cold weather happening outside. Not that he tends to look happy in general. But it's just his face. Really. There doesn't seem to be much attention given to what's going on and who's present, but once the bronzerider has a bowl of stew and a mug of klah, he's approaching the very same table where Edyis sits to help himself to the seat across from her with a glance to the pile of reports and no greeting.

Dark brown eyes lift from the bowl, Edyis jaw still moving with the effort of chewing. Recognition and then a one-handed straightening and flipping over of the reports so that their contents are against the table is offered in place of a greeting. "Wingleader." Somehow the word may almost sound like an insult, except her expression is devoid of malice.

"Child," says H'vier in much the same way, though he goes so far as to offer a smile as his dark eyes lift to meet hers. And then they drop to his stew because he's here to eat. The turning of the report is noted, of course, but he's not going to comment on that right now.

That smile earns him a cheeky reply of "Geezer." Edyis smirks as she digs into her bowl at a much more rapid speed now though, she does attempt to make conversation. "Would have figured you would eat with your wing." In the caverns.

"Oh? Are you an expert on dragonriders and leading wings now?" H'vier doesn't sound as though he thinks this is the case, but he says it in a pleasant enough manner. "You clearly haven't learned to respect your superiors. What is it that you actually bring to this Weyr, girl?"

"No, I merely observe people. Sometimes they do things that I find surprising." Edyis answers lifting the glass of wine to her lips. "I would have to consider them superior first." She tilts her head a moment dark eyes studying his face at the last question, thoughtful. "I'm curious to know what you think I should bring to the weyr. As for what I do. That is the business of my superiors." She smiles at the last, drinking from the cup.

"A wingleader not eating lunch with his wing shouldn't be particularly surprising," H'vier points out. "And it would be safe to assume that anyone who outranks you is your superior. You'll get much further in life if you aren't a bitch to those people." Helpful advice for anyone, really.

"Who said anything about being a bitch?" She replies almost sweetly. "Unless your bronze catches Hraedhyth suddenly, or somehow I wind up impressing and being stuffed into Iceberg, both of which don't feel very likely at this point... I fail to see what interest you would have in what I do." Moving to tuck those reports into her bag as her last bite of stew is finished. "Not to be a bitch about it."

H'vier looks up from his stew to eye her like maybe she's not as smart as he originally thought she might be. "I did. You're being a bitch, Edyis." See, he totally knows her name. "It's unattractive and somewhat infuriating." This coming from a man with known rage issues. Fortunately he doesn't look like he's going to lose his shit right now. "Unless you somehow manage to Impress a queen, I will always outrank you just by virtue of being a bronzerider."

"And you are an arrogant asshole." She replies lightly, "Since we have resorted to foul language. I don't know if you have noticed, I don't give a damn if you find me attractive. Rank means nothing if you can't use it properly." Arching a dark brow at the man, calm and quiet. "Does it really bother you that much to have one person who has no desire to leap into your bed or lick your boots to get ahead in the world?"

"And I don't proclaim not to be," says the bronzerider. In fact, H'vier is often the first to tell someone he's an asshole. It's a badge of pride, as far as he's concerned. Thank you for noticing. "It doesn't bother me at all. You're hardly the first woman who doesn't want to fuck me. But, to be fair, I wouldn't be interested even if you did. And I certainly don't claim to be able to get anyone ahead in the world. But I appreciate that you think I could."

"Then why bother with pointing such things out? I don't like the way you do things, and nothing I do has any impact on you." More curious now than agitated, as though something in all of this is bound to make some sense if she asks enough questions. "Unless you simply attribute it to bruised male ego."

"Point what out? Attribute what? I never said I wanted to fuck you." He might be missing the point but H'vier seems pretty sure she's gone into 'female argument' mode. Which obviously makes no sense to anyone. "Though I'm sure it would do you good for someone to put you in your place."

Edyis tilts her head and just stares at him. "You're the only one still talking about fucking." She states with a sniff. "I mean why go to the trouble of pointing out someone is a bitch? You called me a child, so I called you old. Neither is inaccurate. It just seems like a pointless argument." Tapping a finger against the base of her cup. "Put me in my place... and just what place is that?" Dark eyes focusing rather intently now at the man. Waiting.

"Because you are a bitch and I don't think you realize it. It's your entire demeanor. Aishani was a bitch. But she was a bitch on purpose. With a purpose. I respected her for it." H'vier is, indeed, capable of respecting women. "Whereas you come off as an insecure child in dire need of an attitude adjustment. You should relax and stop being defensive for no reason. You'll learn more about people that way. It's difficult to observe someone who you push away at every opportunity." Even more helpful advice from someone who has at least one thing in common with Edyis. Possibly only the one thing. H'vier offers a brief smile, then picks up his bowl and mug to rise and take his leave.

Edyis might normally offer a reply out of the stubborn contrariness. But he's picking up his bowl and cup, and vacating her table, or at least appearing to do so. "Your wrong about a few things there H'vier." She answers softly, pulling the reports out and pushing the bowl to the side to be dealt with later. "It isn't without reason." But whatever else she might have said, she must be listening to him, because she doesn't say anything further.