Logs:Punishing Lia
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| RL Date: 30 March, 2013 |
| Who: Lia, Z'ian |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: In light of her relatively respectful passive resistance, Lia reports to Z'ian for her punishment. |
| Where: Z'ian's Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions, K'del/Mentions |
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| It's not long after Z'ian returns to the weyr and is given the full run down of events that Tsanth reaches out to Lia's green. The request is simple, get here right now. The bronze's tone is clipped, perhaps reflective of his rider. Word likely would have circulated that he's already spoken (or been yelled down at, accounts vary) to Taikrin. Since it's not really feasible to sit with people in his 'office', the wingleader is out in the living area. Sitting down at the table, he's working his way through some mindless sweeps reports while he waits for her to show up. Almost as if she'd been awaiting such a summons, Daehyeth touches down shortly after the summons onto Tsanth's ledge, and her rider is quick to dismount. Lia takes a moment to straighten her riding attire, smoothing out a nonexistent wrinkle on her jacket and picking off some invisible lint off her pants. One deep breath later, and the lean greenrider makes her way into the weyr proper and stands just inside the entryway, waiting with her hands clasped behind her back and silent. "You can come the entire way in and sit down, if you want." Z'ian offers from where he's seated at the table. Exhaling slowly he turns one sheet over and glances at it before he puts it down with all the rest. His elbows are rested on the wood and he knuckles his fingers together under his chin. "So what exactly did you think you were going to accomplish by pulling that kind of a stunt?" There's a fluttering of flower petals and snatches of the smell of morning grass weaving in and out of Tsanth's peripheral as Daehyeth rearranges her limbs, particularly that long, graceful tail of hers. It drapes over the edge of the bronze's ledge. Inside the weyr, Lia is put at ease by Z'ian's word and relaxes her posture just enough, but doesn't take a seat. Standing, with clarity in her voice and expression, she replies, "Force K'del to act." A twist claims her lips, and those slender shoulders rise in affected apology, "Did you really want to be Weyrleader?" Tsanth is unusually quiet now, his normally friendly personality tempered somewhat. From his rider? Likely. "Yeah, that worked out well. K'del hasn't done anything, but Taikrin would probably be happy if I dropped you off between and never looked back." Z'ian responds dryly before taking a long breath of air. "I don't think what you did really affected my odds one way or the other in that regard. It was my wingleadership that I almost lost, could lose still." "Do you enjoy being wingleader of Boreal that much?" There's absolutely no traces of snark in Lia's tone, the question simply phrased and put forth in the most even of tones. She considers it aloud, her words spaced out with the thinking the little gears in her head must be doing. "I didn't think losing the rank that came with this wing would be too much of a hardship for you." An audible breath escapes, halfway to a hiss, before it's sucked back in and she's continuing with, "And Taikrin can't demote you. She's not our rightful Weyrleader anyway. And if it's not K'del, then it might as well be you. You're- fair." Even in backhanded compliments, Lia's timbre lacks much in the way of inflection. "Do you often assume what a person wants or enjoys without ever speaking to them about it?" Z'ian counters, one eyebrow lifting up easily. "You're right, you didn't think." And as for how much losing the rank would mean to him, he doesn't bother to respond to her. "I won't get into a back and forth with you about Taikrin being the Weyrleader. Unfortunately she is. For now." There's a pause that follows and he fixes a look on her for that last. The backhandedness isn't lost on him, clearly. "You won't pull shit like that as long as you're in Boreal." "For now." Those words are like a lifeline for Lia and she repeats them instantly, to the neglect of everything else Z'ian might say. "For now?" Is it? Can it be? Might there be some modicum of respect in those large brown eyes. "For now." Z'ian repeats, his fingers remaining knuckled under his chin. "It helps to have a wing that supports you. Doesn't work against you while you're trying to figure out a way around a situation. To find a solution." The step Lia takes forward must be unintentional and the sudden expressive (for her) lift of her brows entreats for more than those crumbs. Then, she remembers herself and that one foot forward takes itself back. It's clear, from the way her gaze fixates on Z'ian, but her mouth works itself silently, she wants to say something, but either she doesn't know the words, or doesn't want to beg. Ultimately, she decides to float a leading inquiry, "Solution to...?" "To removing Taikrin before she causes a real riot, does any of us some serious harm." Z'ian sighs and leans away from the table, crossing his arms over his chest. "You. You're flying dawn sweeps and a lot of other extra annoying things that I can think of for at least two sevens. You're absolutely not cleaning any latrines or whatever other crap she was spewing." Because the bronzerider must have tuned out on her somewhere along the line. "Demeaning punishments aren't in line with a single act of relatively respectful passive resistance." "Yes, sir," the acceptance of Z'ian's punishment is immediate and Lia returns to standing a little more formally, perhaps in an attempt to regroup after letting her curiosity get the better of her. But? But she might push her luck with, "And the Vijay?" The greenrider's fingers curl at the hem of her jacket, tightening about the fabric there, a little out of sight. "We'll see. That probably hinges on everything else." Z'ian just doesn't have definitive answer for that it would seem. Or if he does, he doesn't outright share it with Lia here right now. He lifts one hand to scratch at his face, considering her for a long moment. "You're a good rider. Come to me the next time you're thinking about something like this?" There's a moment, right after Z'ian compliments her that she stills: her body paused and her expression just a touch bewildered. But then it's over all too soon, and the greenrider takes his words as dismissal. Lia nods matter-of-factly, salutes, and turns to exit. It's only outside, within earshot of Tsanth, that she remarks to her dragon, "Two sevens ago, who'd have thought he'd be saying that about anyone in our wing." To Tsanth, she tips her chin and offers the bronze a two fingered salute to her forehead, "You be good," before vaulting up onto her dragon's neck. Z'ian is neutral of expression for the bewildered expression, even if it only lasts for a brief span of time. He watches as the greenrider makes her exit, giving her a lazy salute in return when she disappears out onto the ledge. He'll remain inside, while Tsanth outside will rumble a quiet farewell the other dragon and her rider.
CommentsK'del (K'del (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 31 Mar 2013 06:01:41 GMT. <
I really enjoyed the interplay between these two. Lia's so fervent in what she believes, and Z'ian is so... I don't know. He knows what he thinks. He just goes about things differently. Love it.
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Hm. Mmhm. Yep. Still friggin' <3 Lia, even more now with every log I read. XD Poor Z'ian, trying to keep the peace despite what he may feel. Good Wingleader's get a bickie. c:
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K'del (K'del (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 31 Mar 2013 06:01:41 GMT.
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I really enjoyed the interplay between these two. Lia's so fervent in what she believes, and Z'ian is so... I don't know. He knows what he thinks. He just goes about things differently. Love it.
Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 31 Mar 2013 18:38:41 GMT.
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Hm. Mmhm. Yep. Still friggin' <3 Lia, even more now with every log I read. XD Poor Z'ian, trying to keep the peace despite what he may feel. Good Wingleader's get a bickie. c:
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