Difference between revisions of "Logs:Broad Questions, Certain Answers"

It is after dinner, and the training cavern is sparsely populated with weyrlings either studying, or enjoying some precious freetime. Akluseth is doing his very best to hold perfectly still while his rider oils and inspects the wing joints and pinions of his left wing, but the twitch of his tail seems a sure sign for trouble in the making.

It's been a long day for Vadevjiath--he's been keeping up with his own regular classes and looming over the afternoon's leadership seminar both. Tiredness makes him more unfocused than usual; Akluseth's twitching tail earns his stare but there's not much actual attention behind it, his eyes and mind unfocused even as he refuses to give in to sleep. R'van, meanwhile, is letting the bronze set his own limits, apparently: while he keeps shooting looks over at Vadevjiath, clearly keeping tabs, R'van is mostly working on skimming through the week's notes again.

"Well so far you've managed not to damage anything, so I suppose that's something. Off with you." Slapping the hindquarter of her lifemate as she slips down the procured ladder. In an instant, Akluseth is in motion, the brown dashing out the cavern entry way and off to the bowl where he can move about freely without the danger of knocking over anything or anyone's notes. Dark eyes rest then on the bronze, and the former smithcrafter reviewing his notes, drying her hands on a towel as she makes her way over. "More Smithcraft notes, or are these from classes?" She wonders peering at them if he allows.

"Classes," answers R'van a beat slow, reaching up to rub at his eyes. The dark circles are starting to show, but then, aren't they for everyone by now?" Vadevjiath doesn't really move when Akluseth runs off; he looks like he's almost dozing where he sits. R'van glances over at him for a moment, considering. "Though I need to get his day's findings to paper before he completely passes out, or we'll have to piece it together in the morning before lessons."

Edyis arches a brow at R'van, "His findings?" She studies the bronze more intently for a moment before claiming an open seat with a purse of her lips. "Must be nice. Akluseth, doesn't have the patience for coursework. It is up to me to remember everything or explain everything." Dark eyes shift back to R'van then. "I have been curious about something..." She trails, in a soft low tone.

"He enjoys it, the mental exercise," R'van notes of the bronze. Though Vadevjiath looks nearly asleep, his rider makes no move to wake him, despite the notes languishing unwritten in the bronze's head. "And he does so hate taking orders instead." That makes R'van's mouth twist into a wry smirk, just for a moment before his brows go up. It's wordless invitation for Edyis to continue her latter thought.

"I feel his pain," Edyis smirks in reply, to taking orders. It is a beat or two before she takes up that invitation to continue, "What do you think about the purpose a weyr serves, Pass or Interval? The relationship it has to Hold and Hall?"

The question earns a briefly surprised look from R'van, and then he pushes his notes back on the table so he can lean back in his chair. "That's a very broad question," he says then, slowly. "And I can't help but think that--knowing my background and proclivities--you must be looking for some certain answer?"

Edyis dark eyes study him intently, one brow twitches slightly upward at the answer but folding her arms across each other in front of her, she offers a lift of her shoulder in answer. "I try not to get into the habit of asking questions I know the answer to. So while, yes I am looking for an answer, I have no preconceptions of what your answer might be, nor do I know if it would be the one I am looking for."

"Sometimes those are the best questions to ask," is R'van's answer, accompanied as it is by a slight shrug. "How do you judge the answer if you don't know what it should be?" But he considers her again, lips pursing slightly while he forms a truer answer. "I think the Weyr is shortsighted if it seeks to press all its riders into the mold of Threadfighter, particularly in an interval. A dragon isn't a cage, and treating one as such is wasting your most valuable resources: people who may be better used elsewhere. It's inefficent and backward-thinking."

"I suppose I'm hoping to know the right one when I hear it." She offers with a self-depreciating grin. As he pauses and answers she nods faintly though whether in agreement or acceptance seems unclear. "There is some historical precedent to that if I recall correctly, or at least there was before the comet pass." Long fingers tap in succession against the table pensively. "Elsewhere, now there is a thought. If you would care to elaborate?"

"Is there?" Historical evidence seems unknown to him, though R'van brushes past it easily: not particularly relevant to him, as far as he seems concerned. "Elsewhere," he repeats then. "I should think that's something best determined by the individual himself. With the Weyrleaders' assistance, I'm sure." That last is a little dry.

Edyis tilts her head and shrugs, pulling to her feet then. "Perhaps." She offers, pushing the now empty chair back into the table. "Enjoy your studying." She offers then, making her way in the direction of the barracks.