Logs:Kin
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| RL Date: 13 November, 2013 |
| Who: Ghena, Knioth, G'laer, Teisyth |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: G'laer and Teisyth pay Ghena and Knioth a visit in the days following the proficiency tests. |
| Where: Weyrling Barracks, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: A'rist/Mentions, B'gherio/Mentions, Laghnei/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Rh'mis/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: We'd played that the barracks was all but empty during this scene and that voices were dropped when certain details came up. If you would like to have overheard something, in this instance, please toss us a page so we can talk about it before you assume! Thanks! |
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| Weyrling Barracks, High Reaches Weyr Tucked off the back of the training room, the barracks are a huge, high cavern that stretches far back into the stone of the Weyr. Both of the longer walls are lined with couches for the dragons, enough for a couple of Pass-sized clutches at once, each matched with a cot and press for the weyrling dragonrider. In this day and age, however, the couches in the back have been allowed to grow dusty with long disuse. Hearths are spaced between every few couches to heat the big room. For decoration, there are a number of tapestries on the walls, looking almost as beat-up as the couches out in the training room, but scattered flower pots with their bright blooming contents provide a cheery touch. Additionally, some of the couches have had graffiti scratched into them over the Turns that were never quite cleaned off: smears of chalk messages or even rough pictures, some not fit for young eyes. In many cases names and dates have been painstakingly carved into the rock, a record of those that once made their home here.
Ghena is actually at her table studying for all that that seems to be worth, she knows she is terrible and wouldn't care except that Knioth has a sleepy whirring eye on her from his couch. G'laer's greeting however gets little notice, or perhaps she is purposefully ignoring him for a moment. "G'laer," She makes a point to pronounce the full name. Even a month later she's still angry with him, it would seem for stealing the show, and well who knows what else. "You know," The man starts, "You enunciate the name like that, but I'm pretty sure the only reason she picked that name is because it's what 'Gallagher' would sound like if you were too lazy to pick your tongue up over all the syllables." « G'laer, » Teisyth repeats where Knioth can hear it followed by a guffaw. Even his name is too funny. G'laer's lips twitch at the edge as though fighting off some unwanted amusement (which, he probably is since the humor feels infectious; he'd probably say 'like a disease'). "May I?" He gestures to intruding on their personal bit of space within the much larger barracks. Really, he and Teisyth are never too far away when they're all 'at home.' Across the expansive aisle, but in one of the couches not far from the entrance to the training cavern. Ghena rolls her eyes and focuses on the history text she'd been handed by the remedial lessons people. "What I feel has never stopped you before, so do as you like." If he's expecting her to just open up so easily he probably is in for a little bit of a hard road. « Be nice, my young squire, he may be a peasant but he's still blood. » Knioth's voice drifts sleepily to his rider. "Hope you don't mind if I continue to study." It's not phrased as a question, he's got little choice in the matter. Fortunately for the both of them the barracks is all but empty. "Would you rather I had quit candidacy and that Teisyth had died on the sands looking for someone who wasn't there?" This is altogether unlikely, since G'laer would've been in the stands watching Ghena Impress, but that would have been a bigger spotlight, wouldn't it? Besides, the idea of a dead baby dragon is one he deems much more effective at shutting down this particular avenue of annoyance. He doesn't move. "You know boundaries are important to me." Because he has so many. So he asks again, "May I?" What was amusement is now a shudder that runs the length of the green and she steps closer to lean up against G'laer's leg. « I woulda been so scared if he weren't there. I was scared, until I found him. » She confides in the blue. If she's noticed he doesn't care for her (and that's a big if), it hasn't impacted her behavior at all. She still talks to him like he cares. (To Knioth from Teisyth) Ghena just glares at him, and it would seem he's finally pushed her too far. "Stop with the guilt already, G'laer. Just stop. I'm getting sick of it, I really am, just like I'm getting frustrated with the fact that you seem like you want to pretend that we are closer than what we are. You left, went to Crom and visited on rare occasion. I've kept your little secret. What do you want?" A lot of old hurts lash out in that, A brother who is sort of there but not really, who is suddenly back in a way she can't ignore. Some of it is probably the stress of weyrlinghood sinking in as well, and a whole lot of not meeting expectations. "Boundaries are important to you when they are in your interests, always have been. Do as you like, I don't care." She likely doesn't entirely mean that, after all the fact that she is lashing out at all would indicate she probably has some very strong feelings for her brother, and possibly that they aren't all bad. The chink of brightly polished armor accompanies the sense of comfort extended for a sibling. « Do not take my squire's words to heart, she is just angry and hurt. » The low distant rumble of horses hooves ring against distant lands, « The peasant suits you, and you him, quite perfectly. » (To Teisyth from Knioth) "Me stop with the guilt?" A single brow raises and his head tilts toward his younger sister. "I'm not the one who brings up the fact that we were forced to share some spotlight, that doesn't even matter every time we've talked since hatching." Well, maybe not every time. G'laer generally tries not to exaggerate, but his sisters have a way of bringing that out in him. "I was sent. It's not my fault that Crom's guard doesn't recruit girls as they do boys. Not my fault that Dad felt like he was letting his parents down by becoming a rider instead of a guard. And not my fault that being in the guard means not getting that much vacation time. Do you know that every non-working vacation I have taken since I joined has been to come here and see all of you?" But this was not what he came here for. His hand moves to lay upon Teisyth's head, fingers latching round a headknob. Maybe it helps calm him. "I came to see if you wanted help studying." This, through ground teeth as the emotions he normally keeps so well hidden have to be fought back into their mental cage. It's too dangerous to try to argue the boundary point. Too many triggers make up the minefields of memory. To Knioth, Teisyth takes the comfort and snuggles up to it like it's a blanket; it helps, along with her press against G'laer's leg and his hand now on her head. « I'm sorry she's so mad about me findin' G'laer at the same time as you found her, but I'm glad I found him. » She does sound apologetic, feel it, even. « Besides, don't it make sense that we're brother and sister and so are they? » Even if maybe the genders did some kind of mix-up. Teisyth's mind is mostly words and feelings at this moment, but there is the familiar taste at the back of the tongue of copper and something just a little bit nutty. Ghena is not the most logical person in the world, she's also only 15 and not a very mature 15 at that. She rolls her eyes, "Oh please, like you haven't loved every minute of being at Crom." Sympathy and probably logic are in short supply. It's not clear if she believes him or not on the vacations, she was born the same turn he left for Crom and only barely remembers the days when her big brother would visit and play with her, never staying quite long enough in her mind before he had to go back. She starts to say something else before the offer to help stops her in her tracks and she just looks at him. Caught between the desire to be petty and something else entirely. "What do you get out of it?" More comfort laced with armor chinking and clinking, « I think she's more upset about why he's back. She's very selfish, a good squire underneath it all but... » He sends an image of a baby dragon struggling to get out of its egg. « Still a hatchling. Not very good with feelings either. » As for the part about genders there's a sense of draconic laughter. « Yes, that bit is kind of awkward for them isn't it? Yet there is no doubt that Ghena belongs to me as much as yours belongs to you. » (To Teisyth from Knioth) G'laer has had turns of practice, turns of negative stimulation trying to provoke emotion and stupidity, so that his voice has shifted into something neutral shouldn't come as much of a surprise. It's his turn to make use of careful enunciation, "If I loved every minute of being at Crom, why did I accept Search?" Beat. "Here is where I belong, Ghena. Not in Crom." Beat, and his fingers tighten. "Here with Teisyth. And here is where you belong too. Can you stop being mad at me for belonging here?" He sounds rather tired when he asks. Then an answer for her other question, in, of course, the form of a question, "Why do I have to get something out of it? Me being twelve turns older than you should be good for something in all this, shouldn't it?" That is said softly, lest there be ears they're unaware of. And, "You'd do the same for me. Wouldn't you?" He hopes. Or perhaps this is a manipulation to get her to accept. Could go either way. « Whoo-ee, I hear you there, brother. » Now it's shared comfort of common things. « His emotions are tied up tighter'n a girdle on gather day. » Of course Teisyth agrees about who belongs with whom, it's just the humans that are being silly about that. (To Knioth from Teisyth) Ghena notes the neutrality and it actually makes her more angry, except that she doesn't have the benefit of his training. "Why did you accept search?" she asks, skeptical. As for the him being twelve turns older she exhales, "You know you won't be able to hide it forever, and it's sort of a moot point now. It isn't like there aren't riders who know, or creche workers who knew us all as kids. If no one's said anything by this point they probably aren't going to." What would they do anyway? Teisyth effectively put a stop to most common forms of punishment. "I may not be smart, or diligent or whatever, but I'm not an idiot. You don't do anything without a reason." To Teisyth, Knioth projects « Where as she's in a mood to spit out every hurtful thing she thinks regardless of whether she believes it. Humans. Wonder if we should do something about it? » An image of a bucket of icy water over their riders heads with the sense of a question is sent. "Why do you think I accepted Search?" G'laer lets exasperation seep into his tone. "I'm not even sure I'm hiding it now, honestly. Quinlys and I were in Harper lessons together. We're the same age. I just don't know if she remembers." The man sighs, "I'm working out the right way to tell them. There's no easy way to tell people you lied without a lot of questions and trouble. Having Rhey helps, because so much focus is on him. I'm going to try to suss out what Quinlys knows. Or remembers. To see where I stand. I just don't want them all to think badly of me from the start, you know? I just need a little more time, Ghen." His expression is earnest. Then sad, "I don't need a reason to want to help my little sister." If he were smarter, he wouldn't have said 'little.' But he's just not good with most of his sisters and Laghnei (their bluerididing elder sister) is always having to play peacemaker for him. "But if you need me to have a reason, then how about that? I help you, you give me time to sort out the best way to bring it to light." He proposes the deal. Did he have this in mind all along? Is he just making the most of the situation? Has it all been a manipulation? Or is there real brotherly concern there for her progress? That's the trouble with G'laer, so much is hidden about him that it's impossible to feel certain of his motives without a leap of faith. Knioth's suggestion is met with a fit of giggles from Teisyth. They're giggles so forceful that she ends up drooling a little through her snaggleteeth. Attractive! « It would be nicer if they could just play nice together, only-- » She hesitates, thinking about it, « They've been brother and sister a lot longer'n we have. I'm not sayin' as we shouldn't help 'em, » Because, of course, what are dragons for if not to be helpful to their riders, « But maybe this is one of them thangs they're gonna have to sort for themselves. Whatcha think? » (To Knioth from Teisyth) Ghena just eyes her brother, "I don't know but knowing you it's probably more than shucks I always wanted a dragon," She exhales, "Well maybe you shouldn't have lied in the first place, though at least this way the hatching bleachers don't have dents from Teisyth's teeth." She adds diplomatically before exhaling. "I wouldn't accept if I didn't really need the help but - I do. This whole rider thing... is far more work than I ever imagined." It doesn't help that her lifemate makes life difficult for her if she doesn't go along with the little extra's he suggests. "And I'm not going to think your doing it because you want to be a nice big brother, if that is your motivation I think the aim is to impress a skirt." To Teisyth, Knioth rumbles thoughtfully. « So intervention only in the case of physical violence? » He seems real amused by the idea of ice water for some reason. « People are not as sensible as dragons, » he decides. He looks his normal serious self until her comment about Teisyth's teeth. That makes him grin. Yes, actually grin. Like the good ol' days (not that he was ever not serious, but less so in turns gone-by). It also makes Teisyth guffaw mentally and chuff physically. "She says she would've done it, too, if that's what it took to find me." His fingers stroke lightly across the green's brow. "Oh, yes," He sounds suddenly so serious, so much that he can only be joking, in his dry way, "You know me. Anything to impress a skirt." G'laer's never brought any girls home. Nor any guys for that matter. There's probably gossip among the sisters that he's broken somehow, that way, whether it's emotional or physical is probably a point of debate. « That sounds 'bout right. » Then worry. « I hope no one thinks it's a good idea to pair them up for self-defense courses. It'd only make her madder. » This is speculation, but speculation based on the fact that G'laer would win. Because. Well. He's been in the guard for as long as Ghena's been alive. « Then she might come after him, and then he'd have ta retaliate, and it'd be a down and dirty bloodfeud from then on. » The tangent abruptly ends and Teisyth decides: « Yes. Definitely ice water or worse if they try'n go that route. » (To Knioth from Teisyth) Ghena says, "Willing to bet that she's a he." This however is just dry humor as well, whatever his motivations she knows better than to try going and prying them out. She doesn't have the energy to waste on being irritated anymore it seems, one of the many blessings (to everyone else and not as much her) of her impressing Knioth seems to be her general exhaustion." Trumpets and the clash of sword against shield, the flash of armor and steam from runners as they charge into battle. « Maybe he'd win the first few times, but I wouldn't count her out. She can be downright vicious. » what the blue bases this on is anyone's guess. « I must train my squire dutifully lest her many talents be squandered. » there's a rumble of agreement for the ice, it was his idea after all. (To Teisyth from Knioth) "Oh, have I graduated?" G'laer asks, unperturbed by this turn in the conversation. Of course he's not unaware of the general content of the gossip, though most of the specifics probably escape him. "Now I don't just like men, I like specifically men in skirts? Aren't I the wild one." He delivers it dryly, reflecting her one tone. He continues to brush those knuckles across Teisyth's brow and she wiggles her head up, pressing into the touch, tongue lolling out. That must feel gooo-ooo-oood! "You just wait 'til Knioth catches some greenriding woman. Telavi, maybe." Their teacher; because that'd be great, right? Totally appropriate. "Then we'll talk about who likes skirts." Not that he isn't in the same boat but in reverse. Still, it's a game two can play. To Knioth, Teisyth isn't about to argue with her brother over this, for all the certainty she has that it'd be turns of training before Ghena could stand fair chance; viciousness does not replace training, an idea she must surely have pulled from G'laer's mind, because... what does Teisyth know about training? She's not terribly disciplined herself. « How would she squander her talents? » Teisyth is curious to know. Ghena rolls her shoulders, "I actually prefer girls, we are prettier." She states deadpan. "Isn't there a cross-dressing bronzer somewhere?" Also delivered deadpan, but the mood as perceptibly shifted between the two now, and while she's not entirely trusting of his motives, it does feel nice to have him around again. "Seriously though how did you score so high, I feel like the rotten egg in the avian coop." She points to her test her thoughts and temperament shifting as quickly as the wind. To Teisyth, Knioth rumbles, but sends the thought that the green did choose an incredibly old guy for a rider. « She would sleep all day if I let her, and only give half an effort not really caring if she succeeded or not. I just have to push her to see that if she puts the work in, she could make a great wingleader someday, or at the very least a wingsecond. » "And who can blame you?" If Ghena really does like girls, she'll apparently get no judgment from G'laer. Although, this conversation is hardly having a serious note right now. "Now that you mention it, I think there is." He points a finger at Teisyth, half-turning to the green, "When you get big enough to have sex, stay away from the men in skirts, okay?" So that would be a 'no' for G'laer's men-in-skirts preference. Teisyth snorts and steps away from G'laer's leg. Sex. Yuck. "I didn't really score high." He states, "Just proficient. High enough." In most things, with a little higher in one of his specialty areas. "Ghen, I've been training and studying with the guard for as long as you've been alive; it's one of the benefits of turns. Of course, the downside is I'm already getting old." He probably says this for her benefit because it doesn't sound like he really believes it. "And the guard kicks you out if you don't score well. Talk about motivation." He makes his third gesture to the space between where he stands at the end of her living space and where she sits at her desk. "May I?" Is the third time the charm? « Nothin's so good as something with some rust and tarnish. » Of course she would think so, given her weathered looks. « Shows character. Maybe in a couple turns you'll get some tarnish too. » Teisyth hopes so, for his sake. He'd look better with some weather spots marring that mirror-like hide of his. « Sounds like you're on the right track for her gettin' her turns in too, » and all the growth that comes with that. Teisyth is cheery. Mmm. Rust. (To Knioth from Teisyth) Ghena suppresses a snort at the question pointed to Teisyth. She rolls her eyes "Same thing speaking in comparison." She gestures to the empty seat, and eyes the papers with all the apprehension of a herdbeast lead to the feeding pen. "Told you you loved the guard." Nope, she's turning a blind eye to parental expectations. Though a thought occurs to her, "Do you think it's odd that the girls in our family Impress blue?" To Teisyth, Knioth is anti rust, anti weathering. After all even the most battered and rusted armor can be restored to it's previous shine with enough elbow grease « For some, tarnish might be a good thing. I don't think It shall ever be so for me. » Well, unless Ghena forgets to oil him before bed again. The thought sends a warm sensation of alarm through him. G'laer slips away from Teisyth to move toward the desk. Teisyth doesn't seem to mind so much, only she does follow. At least a ways. The man leans over the desk rather than taking the chair, his fingers poking across the papers Ghena eyes, assessing. "What part of that makes you think I loved the guard? Would it have been better to come home in shame and disgrace because they'd kicked me out? Think that would've gone over well with Pa?" He rolls his eyes. "I think it's odd that all the girls in our family have Impressed boy dragons. Blue. Brown. And I get the green. I think the world has a sense of humor." Teisyth sure does, giggling again 'til, yep, there's more drool, her body shaking from the chuffs as the actual giggle sound is only mental. To Knioth, Teisyth probably would disagree with Knioth about what's good for him, but she's too busy giggling to articulate it. « He's so funny thinkin' he should've been paired with bronze. I've tried explainin' there ain't no way he was ever meant for anyone other than me, but he's convinced. Stubborn, he is. » But she adores him just as he is. Ghena rolls her own eyes. She leaves it alone. Still you can't have a job like that and not love some part of it, she's convinced. No amount of fear of disgrace could get her to take up needlework after all. "Oh quit with the bellyaching and start tutoring, I'm getting dumber by the moment I can feel it." Best not to ruin the moment since they were actually getting along for the first time in a month. To Teisyth, Knioth projects « Have you met our bronze brother? He's well a bit odd. Blood is about all he seems to think about. » "I don't doubt that's the case." G'laer delivers the words completely deadpan, although his blue gaze has the telltale hints of one enjoying this sibling banter. Still, he settles in the chair. "Where do you want to start? What are you closest to being able to test out of remedials with?" Which is to say, which is her strongest weakest subject. « I done met everyone when we all broke shell, didn't I? » She's actually asking, because of course, she can't remember the hatching. Really, things that happened yesterday are fuzzy for Teisyth, and fuzzier the day before, and then nothing before that. « But blood's pretty awesome. Have you tried poking your claw into the herdbeast neck and then pressin' down on its shoulder? Sometimes you can get it to spurt up like a fountain and then catch it with your tongue. » She mimes a demonstration for him. The sensation is overwhelmingly that that's good solid fun right there. (To Knioth from Teisyth) Ghena exhales, "Probably reading or world history, I think. Stars and stones, I didn't think I'd be wrestling with academics, Just firestone stacks." There's a beat, a breath and then a tug at one of the sheets. "Showoff." She mutters. As though he's never had to struggle with anything. In her own head anyway. To Teisyth, Knioth projects « I did not, though now I will have to try it. It will be nice when we get to actually hunt. » "One of my favorites." Sharing this, of course, is bound to make things better between them, right? G'laer reaches so he can turn the sheet she's tugging at so he can see it. "Alright. Let's get started." Studying isn't without its excitements, the occasional bit of banter levied, but G'laer is (possibly infuriatingly) focused on the task at hand and he's a patient and creative teacher. If she's not getting something one way, he varies his tactics, using different memory tricks, different ways of relating the story to tie it into things she knows to help her remember. Whatever her struggle, G'laer seems to have something to try. Whether or not what they try is successful... that's another matter. She's in for a long afternoon. Although, it's possible G'laer is slightly less exacting than Knioth. Slightly. While the humans are busy, there are things they can talk about too, and when Knioth gets bored with her? Well, then it's time to curl up at G'laer's feet (inconvenient as her bulk might make that) and get in a good snooze. (To Knioth from Teisyth) CommentsEdyis (Edyis (talk)) left a comment on Thu, 14 Nov 2013 02:29:12 GMT. <
I love Teisyth's little sayings.
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Edyis (Edyis (talk)) left a comment on Thu, 14 Nov 2013 02:29:12 GMT.
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I love Teisyth's little sayings.
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