Difference between revisions of "Logs:More Ale Required"

Cloudless skies, warm weather, and the presence of summer has drawn most of the Weyr's riders and residents to spend their days outside. Dusk has slowly started to settle and most continue to linger outside. The living caverns is starting to draw a larger dinner crowd and in an attempt to hide from the crowds, E'dre has taken his plate of food to the nighthearth. He's settled in a chair with his feet sprawled over a portion of the arm. Kicking one foot back and forth, he makes quick work of the meatroll in his grasp. A mug of ale is resting on the ground beside him. At his ease, the Acting Weyrleader doesn't seem to care who might spy him being so lax in public.

At first, it may well seem as though Ka'ge doesn't even notice who is in the small room; he's here for not all too different a reason as the acting weyrleader, that desire to get away from the crowds being the start of it. His hood is drawn and head tipped down a few degrees, hiding the furrows that line his brow in thought and some sort of emotion that's rather quickly dissolved in the time it takes him to get to the table to the klah there. It's a bit of time, notably, considering how lazy, unrushed his pace remains despite whatever is giving him that slight stiffness to his shoulders. As he turns back with a steaming mug, yet to lift his gaze up to study E'dre, he offers a quiet "Sir" as if that suffices as a greeting.

"I'd demand a salute," E'dre begins as he bends to the side to retrieve that mug of ale. "But as I'm sprawled out like this," he gestures towards his body with a shrug, "I'll let it slide. Once." He holds up a finger for emphasis. "Next time, I may feel inclined to punish you. Or something." He takes a sip of his ale and tips his head back against the chair with a groan. "Right now, I'm too tired to care." A glance is given to his knot and then to the weyrlings' face. "You go by Ka'ge now?" He's at least managed to put a name to the face standing before him, but he slips up enough to show he's guessing as he follows with, "Or is it I'dro?"

"That's not the most convincing threat I've ever heard." Ka'ge's grim response is turned with a grin. A tired grin, but still something that offers some light of dulled amusement to it. But even that is gone with a breath of a sigh, before he takes a step from the table to claim the nearest chair- one not so far from E'dre, considering their close quarters. Usually taking the most unprofessional means to sit in a chair, he at least sits normally in the present company. "Ka'ge, yes sir." It's hard, really, to believe those formalities coming from him since he seems almost too at-ease with them. "Of Zymadiath." A sip is taken, a moment had, before, "Not enjoying the position?" Not a fair question, but with the way he tilts his head to finally look at the weyrleader, it's stated purposefully. ooc Apologies, RL making me slower than I thought I'd be!

"I'm not in the mood to be convincing and in general I treat weyrlings a bit better than I'm known to treat you all when you're candidates," E'dre drawls, unbothered and from his answering grin to Ka'ge's he may be pleased by the ease in which Ka'ge is displaying. Or he's had more than one mug of ale - which, from the sprawl, could be taken as the likely source. He takes a hearty gulp of his ale and lifts a brow at the younger man. "Being tired means I'm not enjoying being In Charge and Important?" he emphasizes the words with a lifted brow and a smirk. "Do you not see me yelling at everyone every morning?" He hasn't been, but Ka'ge may not know that. "Or fighting with the Weyrwoman behind closed doors?" He hides a wider smirk behind that mug of ale again.

"Aye." The sound is caught in the short breath of a chuckle, "I believe the last time we spoke-" Ka'ge hestiates, had it been that long? Time has gone by fast, and it somewhat takes him by surprise as he considers it as the steam curls up to touch his already-warmed face and be caught beneath the lip of his hood. "So you're enjoying the yelling and charging around to such fullness that you exhaust yourself by the end of the day?" Somehow, perhaps from his own exhaustion, he didn't expect the smirk from E'dre, and he leans back into his chair. "Is fighting with the weyrwoman a daily thing too? I can imagine that would lead to-" a gloved hand tips forward slightly as if to indicate that ale.

"This? Oh, no," E'dre polishes off that ale without further comment and stares at his now empty mug almost mournfully. "You can't go into the Fountain and get me another or the kitchens without getting in trouble." He looks to Ka'ge, narrowing his eyes a bit in thought. "Maybe.. no. No, I'll do without." He heaves a sigh, playing into his woefulness as he lets the mug dangle in his grasp. "No, I'm joking." Ale or Weyrwoman or otherwise? He doesn't think he needs to clarify. "I can't remember meeting you," he's honest in that with a shrug and a pursing of his lower lip in a 'meh' sort of gesture. "Are you getting along okay in your training?"

"If I get one, I'm drinking it." Ka'ge's grin fades, the words a little less humored, a little more quiet, tired-sounding. Blue-green eyes just barely visible underneath his shadows look down at the dark liquid he holds. "That's a good thing." He offers on the note of not being remembered, though he leaves the why of it untouched as a partial shrug never really makes it to be much of a real gesture, rustling the layers he wears despite the summer months against the chair's fabric. "It's fine." The only sort of answer that feels appropriate for the situation as he begins to slouch, seeming increasingly dismissive, "I mean, you went through it. I'm sure it's not much different. Can I ask you about something?" What starts out as a respectful request doesn't really wait for an answer before continuing on, "Weyrleading, all of it." That's narrow, of course, "Overwhelming? Easy?" The boy looks over at E'dre again, "Best or worst thing that ever happened to you?"

"If you did drink it, you'd better have brought me one too, and not told Ebeny I let it slide," E'dre drawls, clearly uninterested in playing a strict role model this evening. He flicks his fingers in a dismissive way at the mention that weyrlinghood is all the same. "Wroth and I are originally from Reaches - well, at Impression," he answers. His Southern Boll accent has long since faded away and he sounds all too Fortian to even imply he was not born in the area. Ka'ge has caught E'dre in a decent enough humor that the question does not irritate him like it might at another time. "I didn't think I'd have to deal with it because I Impressed a brown," he tells Ka'ge as he shifts to sit up more properly in the chair. He's at least taking this answer seriously. "But sometimes we find ourselves excelling at something we never thought we would. Being a Weyrleader can be overwhelming, but so can anything we are asked to do. It is not easy at all, no. But if we wanted an easy life would we have stepped out on the Sands in the first place?" He pauses, wanting Ka'ge to answer that as he looks expectantly at the bronzerider.

"I'm good with secrets." Ka'ge replies easily and with the edge of his lips tilted in the re-makings of his grin, the tension that had been in his shoulders smoothing over after the next few minutes and a sip or two more. The months seemed long without booze to soften ordeals. The attention he pays to E'dre's history gives an essence of 'that's interesting', even if the words themselves remain unspoken and his expression doesn't change. There's a hesitation there, though, both to something about what he says and the question itself. Not as if he doesn't have an answer, but as if he seeks words that just aren't on his tongue to use, "I find many people step on the Sands for many different reasons." He hedges, touches with hints of amusement at it, "Some, thinking once they're over weyrlinghood will have free trips to wine and sunsets," which, isn't entirely false, he knows, "Others terrified for not really expecting what happened to them."

E'dre doesn't answer Ka'ge right away, letting a silence stretch between them as he appraises the bronzerider and tries to make up his mind on whether or not that answer will suit him. "Some," he breaks the silence as he ruffles his fingers through his hair and slouches back against his chair, "do it for reasons they don't even comprehend and then there's no going back." His tone hints that this may refer to him rather than speaking on others. "You've got a bronze. You'll find the hardships it brings and you may find yourself meeting them fine, or you'll falter. That's why we have wingmates. They pick you up. You get through. You're never alone in the Weyr. Even if you want to hide," he grins at that, gesturing towards his ale and then between himself and Ka'ge. "Someone always appears. Even Weyrleader's have support from the rest of the Weyr."

The boy seems unpersuaded with that response, if there was something untold to be persuaded anyway. He lays a gloved hand on the chair's armrest to pick at the edge of the upholestry in consideration. There's a breath of a laugh, a 'hmph' of a noise that follows the general notion of not being able to go back, "What was your reason?" For Standing, he implies, though apparently doesn't wish to share his own. "I'm assuming sometimes it doesn't feel that way." That could be to one part or all of it. "Even with how everything happened in your situation, do you feel as though you have the Weyr at your back?"

"This level of introspection requires me to be far more drunk," E'dre answers with a laugh, shaking his head as he lifts a brow and cocks a grin at Ka'ge. "Let's save most of it for when that can happen, yeah?" He claps his hands on his knees and rises with a barely concealed groan. "I stood because I was asked and I got a horrible snot of a dragon whose sole purpose for many turns was making me miserable." He taps his temple. "And even now, if he heard me say that, he'd be blasting me with his nasty foul-temper and snarling assessment of me." He retrieves his mug from the ground and strides towards Ka'ge, meaning to clap the man on the shoulder if it's tolerated. "If you truly want these answers? Find me another time. For now? I want to go home to my weyrmate and my children." He gives Ka'ge a quick, flippant, salute that the weyrling didn't bother to give him and heads out the door without further comment.