Logs:Fixing Alida
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| RL Date: 10 January, 2013 |
| Who: K'del, Taikrin |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Taikrin and K'del discuss the Alida situation. They... don't fight. Weird. |
| Where: Council Chambers, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Alida/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions |
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| Council Chambers, High Reaches Weyr At the heart of this oblong cavern is its meeting table: a long hardwood oval with a mirror's dark shine, High Reaches' sigil picked out in lapis and onyx at its center. Twenty chairs surround it, each softened by an embroidered cushion that's just a little too stiff for complete comfort -- meetings need to be kept short, after all -- with the chair at the table's head, facing the ledge, being somewhat larger than the rest. Interspersed between glowsconces upon the smooth walls, ancient tapestries depict the territories High Reaches protects in a particularly pastoral fashion, all fluffy clouds and fluffier llamas, or else fishing crafts sailing merrily out to sea. Among them is also a natural alcove, its several wooden shelves primarily stocking fine wines and liquors as well as the glasses to serve them, though the lower shelves also hold whatever hidework requires particularly frequent attention. A narrow wooden door leads to the Records room, while the tunnel that extends to the weyrleaders' ledge is wide enough for three men to walk abreast, with just enough kink in it to block the wind. This morning's wingleader meeting has just finished, without fanfare - a few of the wingleaders have talked about their newest recruits, Hraedhyth and Tsanth's clutch having just recently graduated, but it's otherwise been a standard and unremarkable meeting. As people file out, K'del stays where he is, sorting through his pile of paperwork in obvious preparation for getting on with it; he's been in a decent mood, this morning, despite what looks like a lot of work still ahead of him. Normally, Taikrin doesn't linger. Doesn't even look like she might maybe be considering lingering. Today, though, she's slow to push out of her chair and the last of the wingleaders left at the table. Oh so casually she mentions over straightening her own (two) papers, "Oh, right. K'del. Been meaning to have a word with you." It's... not really a question. K'del is... surprised. Of course he's surprised. It only shows on his face for a moment, though, before he smooths his expression into something more formal, more business-like, and gives Taikrin an encouraging nod. "About?" he prompts in invitation, quite as though he has oh-so-graciously agreed to her request for a meeting. "Had a talk with Alida-- thanks for the note, by the way." It sounds as sincere as Taikrin ever sounds when she's talking to K'del. "Reckon we got a plan worked out now, though I wish you would've given me a heads-up before you told the queens to ground her." A hint of exasperation escapes, but she swallows it with practice and instead smiles sort-of professionally. "Soon as I find a greenrider to sign on, I need her cleared for a private flight. Aiming to send them somewhere off private, but I ain't exactly going to stick my nose in farther than I have to." K'del is... more surprised. Not by the reference to Alida, and not by the exasperation; all of that is to be expected, and is met impassively. But Taikrin's plan? That has K'del's eyebrows raising, and catches his attention more wholeheartedly than the rest of this conversation thus far. "You're going to what, now?" And then, "Do you mean you're going to fix up a flight for Ilicaeth to win? Sounds more like a reward for bad behaviour, to me." "You say it like it's something dirty," Taikrin drawls, amused. "You telling me you never had arrangements with a greenrider friend or two for when Cadejoth needed a sure thing?" More seriously, she adds, "If it was about Alida, I'd tell her to go screw herself. Turns out she's been holding Ilicaeth back so's he's never caught. At his age." This is an unthinkable thing to Taikrin. "He ain't going to get any more manageable until he's been taken care of, and I reckon it's only going to get worse the rate she's dealing with him." "Never," says K'del, chin-lifted. Granted, he's been Weyrleader (or Acting Weyrleader) for most of his career as a rider, but the way he says it, he seems to consider it a matter of honour. Brow furrowing, he sets that aside, steepling his hands as he considers the rest of what the brownrider has to say. "He must be, what, two and a half?" This revelation has taken away some of his certainty, and leaves him blowing air through his teeth. "Holding him back. One begins to wonder what those Weyrlingmasters are teaching them." Poor Quinlys. So maligned. "Something like," Taikrin agrees to Ilicaeth's age. "I think Alida's holdbred, but that ain't an excuse for it. I reckon Meara would'a caught it." She shrugs, the comment off-hand; Meara remains a figure of unattainable perfection of everything a weyrlingmaster ought to be. "Point is it's my problem now. Don't know any other way to get them past it without her losing it again. Alida's still in my shit house for letting it go this way, but it ain't right to punish Ilicaeth for it far as I can see." K'del's long, low sigh is clearly not aimed at Taikrin (for once), but rather in obvious response to the situation. He extracts his hand so that he can rub at his brow, and then gives the brownrider a half-hearted nod. "Once you've got something set up," he says, "send me word and I'll have the queens release him. That said, if it doesn't work, and this kind of thing happens again afterwards?" His glance is meaningful: this is on Taikrin's head. Still, even if it's faintly begrudging, "It's good she's got you looking out for her." "She's Glacier," Taikrin responds, somewhat flat-footed by the praise. "S'my job to look after her, ain't it? Even when she's being a shit. Told her it's conditional on her making it up proper to those sharding two she laid out, so I'll let you know when we got the whole thing settled out." Being flustered makes her babble temporarily. She pauses a moment, then adds somewhat grudgingly herself, "Thanks for the help." Is K'del a teensy, tiny little bit pleased at having caught Taikrin off guard like that, however reluctant he was to give the praise in the first place? Maybe. "Good," he says. And then again: "Good. Hopefully that'll be the end of it, then, and we can all move on, and she can sort herself out and become a--" Whatever it is she needs to be. "Let's hope we don't have to meet over anything like this anytime soon, right?" Taikrin snorts in response. "Scorch me if I want to be involved in any of my blueriders' sex lives." She pushes back from the table, gathers her (two) papers, and makes ready to go. "Much less this one. Next one who can't manage her dragon proper is being thrown back to Quinlys. Who wants to deal with that?" It must be a rhetorical question because she's moving to go, albeit slowly. Rhetorical or not, K'del has an answer for it: "I bet even Quinlys doesn't." His laugh is somewhat wry, and perhaps, if this were someone other than Taikrin, he'd add something else to the statement. But she's going, and even though this conversation has gone surprisingly well... it's probably better not to tempt fate. Run! Before the inevitable fighting begins.
CommentsComments on "Logs:Fixing Alida"Alida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Sat, 11 Jan 2014 07:44:36 GMT.
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Comments on "Logs:Fixing Alida"Alida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Sat, 11 Jan 2014 07:44:36 GMT.
Awww...! Alida kinda' sponsored a 'heartfelt moment' between them. ;)
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