Logs:Misdirected Tithes
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| RL Date: 16 May, 2013 |
| Who: D'kan, C'wlin, Vienne, Z'ian |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Z'ian gets word of the tithe situation, Boreal goes to take care of it with some weyrlings in tow. |
| Where: Outside High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| OOC Notes: Kind of exhausted. Not sure who we mentioned. ;) |
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Impressive enough at a distance|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon thrusts long fingers of rock into the sky. The plateau just short of the Weyr's shadowy entrance can seem very small and very flat at the best of times|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon tight-kinked road that has to twist its way through the rest of the mountain range to reach the rest of Pern.
It's mid-afternoon sweeps with Boreal taking their turn over the coverage area closest to the Weyr itself. It's been a relatively uneventful execution of duties|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon except for that part where they were trying to haul a wagon out of a thick disgusting batch of mud for around half an hour. And the holder that didn't want all those dragons near his herdbeasts. Some of the others were taken to complete the fly over while Z'ian stayed behind with a handful of the weyrlings shadowing the wing today|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon yeah?" So much like her choking black plumes: the weight of responsibility|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon « There are rations. Supplies. » The air clears|100x100px]] 100x100px [[Image:Icon « They ask for Yours and Yours alone. We|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon » The crash of a distant ocean|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon « Leave to speak to the Tillek Matriarch. » A fact. But what can be heard over her contralto is the message in the echo of savage drums: their tribe needs that food. The outcome of their journey bares little importance to the warrior queen and rider|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon at least in this. (To Tsanth from Hraedhyth) Sometimes it's nice to be very small and thus dubiously useful in situations that require brawn. As such|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon if a bit windblown. (Someone had to point out that it was the other wheel that wasn't turning!) And now she slips a sly smile over at Z'ian. "As if the other wings offer anything better?"
Meanwhile|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon" he's muttering while trying unsuccessfully to get the sharding wheel moving. "Perhaps if they're in Glacier they'll be encouraged to simply fly past?" Z'ian remarks in turn to her question. He's been bearing a certain stress around the corners of his eyes these last few days|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon well. That dawns on him too. "There's tithe trains coming in from... Tillek. They're not allowing the supplies to be delivered to either of the Weyrwomen." He's speaking as if he's relaying the message out loud as he receives it. "They want to hand them over to Boreal." Quieter|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon so only the people in the immediate vicinity might hear. "To me. You've got to be fucking with me." Restless|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon "Can you believe--" He pauses. Blinks those cold blue eyes at the hubbub at the front of the line (looking at Z'ian here!) and slants another look to D'kan. "Did you hear that?" Snoopin' weyrlings since the turn '99. Vienne is not hearing it|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon just to check. Smoke wafting over the beach|100x100px]] 100x100px [[Image:Icon attention lifting from the holder and his wagon trapped in the mud. To entertaining the young dragons. « It is not our duty to recieve tithes says ours. He is out with the wing|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon we help the holders. » There's an undercurrent of worry regardless|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon the sense of Z'ian's solid connection with his dragon evident in that. They're very much one in the same within this commnuication. Both wondering what exactly is going on. « Iesaryth. What of hers? » (To Hraedhyth from Tsanth) D'kan has moved toward Kazavoth now|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon he didn't hear. Distracted. Mud. Z'ian's eyes cut to the weyrlings|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon before they can start walking back tomorrow or decide not to give them to us at all. It's a quarter of our turn's supply of food." « The Tillek Matriarch has made it your duty. » Oh|100x100px]] 100x100px [[Image:Icon fire crackling and popping only once she is reminded of priorities by that wilting perfume. « Either Yours accepts|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon or it will be a harsh winter. » Much like the bronze pair|100x100px]] 100x100px [[Image:Icon the tension felt from Iesaryth's added when Tsanth questions. « Hers is... displeased. » Where low voice rumbles|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon there is a hiss of flame that draws out the last of that word. « Mine believes there will be insult|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon and the Weyr will suffer for it. » Anxiety spikes again|100x100px]] 100x100px [[Image:Icon a show at how uncertain her other half feels in all of this. In bespeaking them. « There is no need. The solution is an easy one. » In their opinion. (To Tsanth from Hraedhyth) Vienne lets out a long disgusted scoff|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon even though there are weyrlings present. "You can't be serious. Have you been meeting with her? Or... Is there any reason for it? Or is she just trying to stir up trouble" Which is apparently like a coal in tinder around here." There's one more roll of her eyes|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon D'kan's muddy oblivion and C'wlin's quiet murmurs. She catches her lip between her teeth. C'wlin is not like his weyrling mate distracted by the mud. Neither is Athimeroth all that distracted|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon though some tension might ease at the mention of goldriders. At least it's not clandestine gatherings. Right? "Oh|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon he'll step passed her and wave the handful of them over. All three weyrlings. "We're going to go meet up with tithe train from Tillek just outside the weyr. They're probably not in a good mood. So be on your best damn behavior." Not this group is full of troublemakers|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon but well. He doesn't really know any of them. D'kan has done what he can for his trousers and boots|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon seems highly interested. Even excited. Not necessarily a good sign. To Hraedhyth|100x100px]] 100x100px [[Image:Icon he remembers the force of Hraedhyth combined with Iesaryth. Even if the memory is becoming distant in his mind. The crackle of her fire has him flinching back briefly from her. « We will accept. Though we must bring the young ones with us. » A flash of three weyrling dragons|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon an older blue that does not fly as well as the others. Oswinth. « He wishes that you keep us 'in the loop' on what is progressing with yours and Iesaryth's. If it goes well. » There is none of that force now|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon but because past actions have given the bronze good reason to do so. « We will not force you. We are asking. » When he accepts|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon « Good. » Not so good are the pups|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon but they are grown enough and Oswinth is sensed to be faintly familiar. « This concerns them. » All of their tribe|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon and because of this she will stifle any protective objections. « You will know what We know. » (To Tsanth from Hraedhyth) Vienne wrinkles her nose faintly. "I can't imagine she'd care all that much|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon who'd have guessed? Beckoning is what finally stills the grimalkin form of Athimeroth|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon D'kan are included in this. They're good boys! "I think it goes without saying that we're not terribly popular with that particular Hold right now|100x100px]] 100x100px [[Image:Icon a move that seems to be becoming all the more common the last couple of sevens. It's probably no mistake that Boreal's actual Wingsecond is nowhere to be found right now. And then it becomes time for everyone to wipe the mud off as best they can and get on their dragons. The tithe train isn't far|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon red-faced little man with a squirrely mustache and an exceptionally ugly hat on top of his probably bald head. There's two bronze dragons here. He looks between C'wlin and Z'ian. "Which one of you is the Wingleader Z'ian?" He squints his eyes and examines their respective knots. He does the same|100x100px]] 100x100px [[Image:Icon Athimeroth. « Mine thinks that the man who brings the supplies may be blind. He can not tell one rider from another. » There's a distinct impression given of the short|100x100px]] 100x100px [[Image:Icon he gradually relaxes again. (To Hraedhyth from Tsanth) They land again and with the temperature cooling off|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon who could really blame her? "Mmmm|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon yo.) At some point Z'ian rolled the sleeves of his jacket back down over his mud stained forearms. He also wiped at his face try and make sure that wasn't covered with any spots either. The Tillek man looks between the much younger C'wlin and the other bronzerider|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon yes. We're anxious to complete the uh- transaction? Tithing process?" Help-him-this-isn't-his-day-job. "We can help you move the supplies to the Weyr. It would hardly cause you any trouble and then in the morning you could leave." What amusement Hraedhyth might have for Tsanth is dashed away by another crackling hiss|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon « Mine still fears insult. » There's fresh validation for that earlier concern|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon though whether it's for the Lady or Iesaryth's... Likely both. « Ours are very... different. » Unbothered drums roll|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon very different. (To Tsanth from Hraedhyth) Vienne hesitates a little|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon hands-on fashion? And a glance between the caravans and the weyrlings they have with them doesn't leave her looking terribly confident. She herself is probably good for lifting one apple at a time. Vienne's got this. Which is great|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon appropriate? A lofty soprano|100x100px]] 100x100px [[Image:Icon « They are similar. » Too much so|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon « Their back-words mean not what they say. It is.. perilous. » Hraedhyth has little mind|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon even less patience for politics. (To Tsanth from Hraedhyth) He fell silent for a time|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon but Tsanth is there on the edges of Hraedhyth's mind. Blowing sand in the heat of her fires. « Mine speaks with the man. He is glad that Oswinth's is here. She is... better at this than he is. So he says. » There's lingering concern for the news that she shares of the meeting in Tillek. « Tell yours that we have secured their presence. They have camped but will stay in the morning to meet with the stores workers and deliver the tithes. All is well. » (To Hraedhyth from Tsanth) It's to the ugly man that Vienne smiles and nods|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon sir? So we can alert the weyrstaff. Does your Lady require a representative of Boreal to be present or do you believe this suffices as acceptance? Just so we may streamline the morning's progress. We wouldn't want to delay you further." And we wouldn't want to make Z'ian stand around watching people unload crap all day if something else can be arranged|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon now would we. If only he can get that lucky. The blueriders wears her sweetest smile. "Tempranillo." Which is a really big name for such a little man|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon I think that this is sufficient. Even the Weyrwoman doesn't typically stay for the entire thing and I suspect-" Glancing at the bronzerider now. "That Wingleader Z'ian won't be counting the boxes that come in anyway. Thank you for coming to accept our tithes. We do appreciate your efforts|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon also. Lady Edeline sends her greetings from the Hold." D'kan has been hanging back with the other weyrlings all this time|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon the brown continues to keep his commentary to just his rider. A fresh bouquet carried in a sigh|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon relief flooding the connection with a pleasant heat. « Yours and Oswinth's have done well. » Hraedhyth and her bond aren't given much of a respite|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon « We are trying. Tillek's Matriarch speaks well of Yours. We speak well of Yours. » Efforts are being made|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon but there's an uncertain tremble reverberating through her plains. There is no promise that things will end well on this end. (To Tsanth from Hraedhyth) Vienne lets out a little chuckle|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon to whom she makes a face of exaggerated relief. There's the sensation that Tsanth has one eye on the things proceeding in front of him and another on the far distant scene that he observes with Hraedhyth. « Mine would like it if yours could convey our greetings to the Lady. High Reaches accepts and thanks for the tithes received|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon if yours hasn't already. » The thoughtful pause there that allows for the concept that this has already likely happened|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon but that Z'ian feels it's necessary for the bronze to convey such a thing anyway. « We are with you. » Even if they're far. (To Hraedhyth from Tsanth) Z'ian has to laugh for that|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon "You were brilliant too." Kazavoth nearly quivers with the urge to share|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon then back. "They're just going to wait for morning?" "Hopefully|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon I suppose." Not regaled with song or philosophy|100x100px]] 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px 100x100px [[Image:Icon hand you back over to the barracks."
CommentsAzaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Fri|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon 17 May 2013 07:00:27 GMT. < Vienne flexin' those Harper muscles! As was the snoopy lil' C'wlin. <3 I was really curious to read what was happening|100x100px]] [[Image:Icon and I really enjoyed everyone's reaction to such an... odd occurrence. And I still really enjoy Tempranillo's name. xD |100x100px]] |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Fri, 17 May 2013 07:00:27 GMT.
< Vienne flexin' those Harper muscles! As was the snoopy lil' C'wlin. <3 I was really curious to read what was happening, and I really enjoyed everyone's reaction to such an... odd occurrence. And I still really enjoy Tempranillo's name. xD
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