Logs:Predicaments
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| RL Date: 27 January, 2013 |
| Who: H'kon, K'del |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: H'kon wants to talk to K'del. Luckily, K'del wants to talk to him, too. They reach an understanding of sorts. |
| Where: H'kon's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, Brieli/Mentions, B'sil/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions |
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| Deliciously Shadowed Nooks and Crannies Weyr, High Reaches Weyr The entrance to the weyr is straight and narrow, a dragon couch taking up most of the space there. Once past the couch, the room opens up incredibly to reveal a truly odd bit of artistry. This part of the weyr is a nearly perfect circle and actually quite small. However, what it lacks in floor space it certainly has in ceiling room. A past tenant has made use of this by building a wood framed bed that leaves one sleeping seven feet off the ground and has a desk nestled underneath it. The cathedral ceiling is domed and appears twice as high as the ones found in most rooms at High Reaches. The unusual stonecutter that designed this weyr certainly had his own sense of style. A gigantic glow basket has been hung in the center of the doomed ceiling, though the light it spreads downward are like gloomy fingers grasping from above. A rope runs from the basket through a series of loops along the side of the wall, tied off where it can be easily reached to lower the glows for changing. The dim light of the weyr washes over the walls, revealing tiny glints and sparkles here and there. All over the wall of the cavern from about five feet off the ground to about twelve feet overhead, hewn nooks have been left. While most of the lower ones are empty, the higher ones each contain a glass bottle or dish of some sort which causes the eerie glittering. To Cadejoth, Arekoth has nothing of submissive, nor of declared respect - not that there's any more disrespect than his usual boisterousness - when he reaches for Cadejoth. There's a mental presence, unseen, unheard, just maybe felt, to herald his touch. « Cadejoth. » There's almost a click to follow that name. « He'd see yours. We're in our weyr. » A flash of the view from the ledge - same weyr as ever, gold or not. It's so... deliberate. The way Cadejoth acknowledges the request, but not as anything more than that. It's so immediately obvious, in the way his chains rattle, and in the rattle of bones, that he sees Arekoth as nothing more than just another dragon, just another brown. It's probably a good thing it's not the Weyrleader's Weyr they're being asked to; as it is, the pale, bony bronze lands only briefly upon the indicated ledge, lingering only long enough to deposit his rider-- and then go. So there. (Cadejoth to Arekoth) Arekoth is on the ledge when the bronze arrives. He leers for the lack of response, for the lack of joviality, for the lack of friendly competition. For the lack of anything he's ever associated with this dragon, really. A chuff greets Cadejoth's departure. A rustle of wings is for K'del, and Arekoth rather pointedly looks over his shoulder and toward the weyr. He's in there. Go on, little man. In the weyr, H'kon has clearly prepared; all his usual busy work has been shunted off to the loft that was once a bed, now a storage space, two chairs (one tall, one short), have been drawn to the little table. There's glasses. Whisky. And a waiting brownrider, hands clasped behind his back. Cadejoth does not so much as glance at Arekoth. It's not hatred; it's nothing that personal. He simply dismisses the brown, and goes back to his skies, circling higher and higher still. If his rider takes a moment to watch him go, expression even, it's not a long moment - Arekoth's indication is met with a clipped nod of the head, and then he steps inside. "H'kon," he says, as he enters. His brows are raised: he's clearly waiting to see what the brownrider has to say, for better or for worse. "K'del," is accompanied by a curt nod. He makes to study the (much) taller man a moment, only faintly focused, really, on the bronzerider. His weight shifts forward, onto the balls of his feet. Rocks back. And, to the sound of Arekoth moving into his couch, and off the ledge, "The Weyr finds itself in... a predicament." It's impossible to know, immediately, how K'del takes this pronouncement, for he keeps his expression scrupulously trained towards neutrality. Nonetheless, there's something quite confident - quite leaderly - in the way he steps towards the table, and makes himself comfortable in one of the chairs. His long legs stretch out, his left hand drops to his side, his right rests upon his thigh. "That," he says at last, "is one way to put it, yes. You know my thoughts on the subject, of course." It would be hard to miss: he's already beginning to become a figurehead for that particular movement. H'kon moves quickly when K'del does, to take the other chair, but he doesn't scramble to beat K'del to full relaxation or anything of the sort. This is, simply, H'kon's weyr. The whisky is pushed in K'del's direction, barely moved at all really; it's invitation more than anything. "I do." Nod. "My own are not far from yours, I should think." Almost parenthetical, the way he slips it in, is, "My hand is forced." Onward: "The other three - two at least - are concerned by you and your followers." K'del doesn't look at H'kon as he speaks: he's much too busy pouring himself two fingers of whisky, and then warming the glass between his fingers, eyes lifted towards the cathedral ceiling above. It's that last remark that has him glancing back at the brownrider, though, but not in surprise. "Not surprised. Taikrin hates me, and doesn't see why she couldn't possibly be the best Weyrleader there ever was, and Brieli just... hates me." Azaylia he seems less certain off, something passing over his expression for a moment before he forces it to clear. "I'm not going to back down. It'd... help, if you'd work with me." "No," is said by way of agreement on the subject of Taikrin. There's a frown there, something more, but H'kon can save it for the time being. The mention of Brieli deepens the frown, but those thoughts, too, are saved. H'kon's eyebrows lift, but not in surprise, for K'del's suggestion. "These were my instincts as well." He's tense a moment, until something is sorted in his brain. That prompts a reach for the bottle, and he pours himself some very little bit. A social drink, for that sake only. "I'd have stepped back, by now, if not for Taikrin's... certainty." With more feeling, "I was trying to keep Arekoth and myself away. The Weyr needed a decisive flight, a bronze catch." It's a thought somewhat lessened, if only by how much he's repeated it of late. If not to K'del. The sum total of what H'kon has to say has K'del relaxing, slightly, as though a great weight has been taken off of his shoulders: at least one of the four of them is on his side. He nurses his glass, giving the rest of the brownrider's words due consideration. "Was it Arekoth showing up that set her off?" he asks, abruptly, bypassing all those questions of what happens next, and Taikrin, and everything in lieu of considering that particular avenue. "It was-- a shock. It's not like I can talk, after Ysavaeth," though that makes him frown, "but..." But. H'kon has not yet even lifted his glass to his lips. He considers it, though, the amber liquid within, and soon enough begins to slowly shake his head. "I am not certain. He was... edges. Flares. He may have..." Uncertainty is in that final trailing, and the brownrider looks quite sharply up to his bronze counterpart. "What do you know of it? What does the Weyr?" That sharp look surprises K'del, and has his eyes narrowing, though his suspicion doesn't seem entirely focused on H'kon. "Only that she rose, and Arekoth caught. Why? Is there more to it than that?" His glass is forgotten in his interest, set back down on the table so that he can can rest his elbows upon it, and steeple his fingers at his chin. H'kon's gaze falls from K'del, to a spec of nothing in the air between his glass and his face. He thinks. And finally decides, "I do not believe Arekoth was looking for her, or aware of her. I am not certain at what point she became aware of him. We... happened upon them. It was quite sudden. It may have been his influence. I cannot know." Something about that answer confuses K'del, but it's quite possible he simply puts it down to H'kon being... well, H'kon. Perhaps that's enough. Finally, he reaches for his glass again, taking a careful sip of it as he says, "Well, regardless of how it happened, it did. It was a damn fool thing, taking Iesaryth out-weyr if she knew, but no doubt she'd never admit that to me. And now we need to... fix it. For the Weyr's sake. They've assigned the pair of you to, what, review the wings or something?" "I am certain she knew," H'kon speaks morosely, and now does reach for his glass, and bring it up for a sip, full with wrinkled foreheads. "It is more Taikrin's insistence that she should lead the wings. The Weyr. I refused to step down, that she should try claim the position unopposed, that it should be seen allowed to occur. I do not believe Brieli or Azaylia would try stop her." K'del's eyes widen suddenly, as he puts one and one together, and comes up with... something, anyway. "She knew. But what would she have done, if Arekoth had not stumbled upon them?" His tone suggests he might have an inkling, but he doesn't put it into words. Instead, a low sigh, and he says: "No. I don't believe they would. It would... it would be a disaster, were she left to have it unchecked. You did the right thing, as much as anything can be the right thing, in this situation. I've been talking to the Wingleaders. As much as possible, I'll give them... appropriate guidance." H'kon presses his lips into a thin line - but the look about the corners of his eyes, when he looks askance to the former weyrleader, is regretful. There's a flush to his cheeks and ears at the mention of the wingleaders. "This is more a stewardship than anything else. If they continue to resist..." He watches the swirl of the liquid when he moves the glass. "I do not ask for their allegience. But perhaps for patience. I do not wish to see the Weyr broken apart." Eyes on K'del again. "Are you asking me to cease my activities?" The question is sudden, and pointed. "In the interests of... what, not causing upset? When I became Weyrleader, I had no more experience in leading wings than you do. B'sil helped me. I didn't try and force my will on them, because they knew better. Taikrin's not going to act like that. She will break things apart. All I want is to make sure things keep going. Don't intend to pretend I'm the Weyrleader and rule. Just want to make sure the wings can keep going the way they need to. Let the Wingleaders work things out between them." H'kon winces a bit at the beginning of K'del's tirade, pushing his back against his chair, setting down his glass, and tabling his hand, fingertips pushing hard against the table, palm elevated. When he's done: "That is not what I am asking." A breath, but his position remains unchanged. "I mean only that... no, it's of no importance. Tell them what you will. They will do as they will. And I will attempt to keep Taikrin at bay, so well as I can. Though I am not certain what all I might do, with Brieli's opposition as well." Having already run out of words in his tirade, K'del seems at least a little bit more willing to listen, after it. "No," he says. "Tell me what you were asking. I'm sorry-- I'm just frustrated by all of this. I do appreciate what you're trying to do here; truly." He glances down into the depths of his glass, swigging at it again before he adds, "Imagine Brieli's not much thrilled with you at the moment, either." "You are not alone in your frustration," is dry. H'kon gives one of those attempted smiles, sadder looking - or more tired - than its usual. The tabled hand lifts, fingers flick at nothing, and he sets it back down, palm flat. "It is nothing. Speak to the wingleaders. I would appreciate as much." He seems nearly finished, looking away from K'del. And he's still looking away, not rightly dismissive, but certainly finished with the conversation, when he murmurs, "I hope you are well. More so than... before." K'del's nod, this time, is slow and cautious, rather as though he's still thinking things through. "If you-- need my help," he offers, not entirely vaguely, though he seems to find the whole idea difficult. He finishes his whisky before saying anything more, although those pale eyes are considering H'kon all the same. Maybe he takes certain meanings from that last remark; maybe he doesn't. Evenly, "I'm well. The Weyr-- it's important. For the Weyr. Maybe I screwed up, before, maybe not. But now-- I'm here. Mind and body. 'til there's real leadership in place again: one Weyrwoman, one Weyrleader." That the Weyrleader will ride bronze goes without saying, of course. H'kon dips his head, acknowledgement. "That is good to hear." There's no answer given to the offer of help; and not much of anything else given thereafter. K'del probably could, if he wanted to, occupy H'kon's weyr and drink H'kon's whisky for some time. But the likelihood of the brownrider actually saying anything more, unless directed prompted, is... well, not a likelihood at all, really. And K'del, surely - surely - has whisky of his own he could be drinking, probably in an environment more suited to his comfort. And so he sets that glass back down upon the table and says, "Thanks for the drink, H'kon. No doubt I'll see you around soon." Is his expression slightly bitter? Maybe. But at least he doesn't linger with it.
CommentsComments on "Logs:Predicaments"Azaylia (Dragonshy) left a comment on Mon, 28 Jan 2013 11:21:32 GMT.
*eyes the both of you* Uh-huh. Think you got it all figured out, dont'cha? X3 Also, glad Azaylia isn't the only one who has trouble with H'kon's... H'konness.
Brieli (Brieli) left a comment on Mon, 28 Jan 2013 17:27:19 GMT.
I am disappoint. This is no I Hate Brieli meeting. It's Brieli Hates Me. |
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Comments on "Logs:Predicaments"Azaylia (Dragonshy) left a comment on Mon, 28 Jan 2013 11:21:32 GMT.
*eyes the both of you* Uh-huh. Think you got it all figured out, dont'cha? X3
Also, glad Azaylia isn't the only one who has trouble with H'kon's... H'konness.
Zian (Zian) left a comment on Mon, 28 Jan 2013 15:38:14 GMT.
I think that I'm developing a small crush on H'kon. This can't be good for my health.
Brieli (Brieli) left a comment on Mon, 28 Jan 2013 17:27:19 GMT.
Entitlement, man.
I am disappoint. This is no I Hate Brieli meeting. It's Brieli Hates Me.
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