Logs:Conspirators
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| RL Date: 26 May, 2012 |
| Who: K'del, Lujayn |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Weyrleader and Junior Weyrwoman dance around each other to determine where things stand, and what will be. |
| Where: Weyrleader's Complex, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Tiriana/Mentions |
| Weyrleader Complex, High Reaches Weyr Only about a man's height from the ground, this low ledge is wide and flat, reached by a set of timeworn steps that hug the cliff face. As the ledge stretches back away from the head of the stairs, it simultaneously broadens out over the bowl and tunnels into the mountain to become a sort of antechamber, from which a passageway winds back to the Weyrwoman's weyr, the council room, the records room and the hatching sands. A small round table is set in a shallow alcove here, surrounded by four chairs that provide a waiting area for those seeking one of the weyrleaders. Another short flight of stairs leads upward from the tapering end of the ledge to the Weyrleader's quarters, while others lead to the further recessed junior queens' weyrs. While it's hard to get a good look at the lake from here, the view does encompass the majority of the bowl and the comings and goings across its span. The whole weyr probably knows that Cadejoth was out and about earlier this afternoon (he was certainly loud enough about it on return, not to mention the besotted Ysavaeth-bound remarks that accidentally got spread further than they might have been intended. Perhaps his rider was drunk?). He's back on the sands again now, however, and K'del is-- well, from the looks of it? Lingering on the ledge not too far from the Weyrwoman's weyr, sitting atop the little table with his legs swinging off the edge. He looks quite calm, given how close he is to the lion's den. The astute might assume she's not in residence, and not her weyrmate or children either. Or maybe he's just feeling terribly brave. It could be Cadejoth's exuberance reaching Rielsath more than any need to pass by that has Lujayn poking her nose out from the junior queens' ledges, down a flight of stairs towards the lingering K'del. "Had a good day, then?" There's a small smirk in her smile. "You deserve one after everything that's been going on." "It was nice to just-- get out," explains K'del, turning his head immediately up so that he can track Lujayn's approach, all smiles. "Don't know how you goldriders do it, really, being stuck here for as long as the eggs are on the sands, unless someone gives you a lift. Not that Cadejoth really likes leaving, but--" But he will. And then he'll fill the heads of his dragons with imagery of where he's been. "It's been pretty awful lately, hasn't it? Lujayn." "We seem to manage." And Lujayn's head in turn, from her chatty lifemate, receives secondhand projections of those images. Nothing to give pause, though she still manages it. "Awful enough to want to get out of here for any reason." A quiet glance towards Tiriana's weyr and its apparent emptiness, finally standing to one side of K'del. "Is that the end of it, then? The arm heals, our memories heal, and we all move on?" A dive bar features highly in Cadejoth's thoughts. Seedy and greasy and fun. K'del seems to have forgotten it, though, because he's watching Lujayn with intensity, now, studying her as though her expression will give him all the answers he's after. Silence, for a few long seconds, and then: "Do you think it should be the end of it?" Lujayn frowns, more thoughtful than severe. "There isn't much I could do about it." Because the alternative, really doing something, is on the complete opposite end of the spectrum. No safe middle ground. "K'del, of course it shouldn't be. But it might end up that way anyhow." Sigh. Dropping down to join him at the improvised seat, matched in disquiet if not tipsiness. "What if... there was something we could do." K'del's so cautious, so careful, with the way he says that, and looks, now, at his swinging feet rather than Lujayn herself. The fact that they're right here, outside Tiriana's weyr, may seem even more relevant to him: his shoulders, certainly shift uncomfortably. "It'd be a risk. But. Would it be worth it?" "What's the worst that could happen? She throws us out?" By the way Lujayn scoffs, it's clear that being tossed out of High Reaches might not be such a punishment in the current state of affairs. "If it does work, somehow. Would it be the best for everyone, or just us?" Gazing out across the bowl, far away for a moment, Lu tenses her shoulders towards her ears. "I won't wait for something like this to happen again." K'del's sidelong glance at Lujayn lasts for only a few seconds before he's turning his gaze away again. "It's High Reaches I care about. Know I'll lose my position, when Iovniath rises again. Don't want to, but I will. I can't let it happen like that, though. Tiriana, unchecked." Who knows who the new Weyrleader would be. A pawn, a puppet. "I want to take it to the weyr council." He sounds, suddenly more sure. "I'll caretake, until the next queen rises. Rielsath, probably." Another sidelong glance, another pregnant pause. "Probably," Lujayn echoes, more of a filler until her thoughts can catch up with what she wants to say. "You and who else?" Because it's been a while since the incident. There's been time. Time in which she hasn't been doing much of anything to spearhead this cause, admittedly, but lots of time for stewing and musing. "You think we could do the job?" Newly into her third decade, the junior's expression and tone are of a younger girl, unsure for a moment. It passes. "Of course." There's something guilty about his expression, something that suggests K'del feels genuinely bad that he hasn't been bringing Lujayn into this plot sooner. Again, he hesitates before he speaks. "I've... floated it to a few people. Not the specifics. Just: pointing out things are. Gaining support. And..." He glances back at Lujayn. "Benden and Southern have provisionally offered their support. Fort are going to think about it, I think. I know you can do the job. Will you hate it, though?" Lujayn nods as K'del ticks off the names, kicking her feet. "It's the specifics they'll need, in the end. If you think they can keep all those secrets." And for his other question, after a long moment, "I could never. Never hate supporting the Weyr, when they need me. I could make things better, or at least better than they have been." Hopeful, at last. "But you..? You're okay with losing your own post?" K'del's "No," is more rueful, more sad, than he probably intended it to be. It gets followed up quickly: "I mean, I am. I hate the idea of letting go, but I think it's better that way." This time, he doesn't turn his attention away from Lujayn, but focuses on her directly. "Think you'd do an excellent job, Lu. Honestly. And I'd do whatever I could to smooth the way. With you, until she rises. And then for whoever it is, afterwards." Lujayn is, if anything, buoyed by the moment of rueful honesty. "I mean, I wouldn't be. Tiriana won't be. But it's for everyone." The Greater Good, as it were. "It'll be hard to lose you." Not that he's going anywhere. "Everything else that you're doing, well. I'm around if you need extra help." Lujayn's words seem to soothe K'del, too, and the smile he attempts now is a pleased one, despite his obvious discomfort with the situation in general. "Thanks, Lujayn. Know there'll be some things you can help me with. We'll just have to be... careful." It's a reminder to himself, as much as to the goldrider; his gaze, then, slips towards the Weyrwoman's weyr. "Just hope we succeed." "Whatever happens, something will change." Gazes shift, and Lujayn stands again. No one's been home; best not press their luck. "I can talk in ears. Appear at the council. Let me know, or Rielsath. If it's safer." Her own eyes linger on the dark, silent doorway, wary of the things lurking there. "Take care of yourself too, okay? We're all a part of this place." K'del's nod is a slow, careful one, and as Lujayn stands, he, too, slides off the edge of the table. "Might send you to talk to some of the Weyrleaders," he says, after a moment. "Helps, knowing it's not just from me. At the council, too. I'll-- we'll be in touch." His smile is a small, tight one as he agrees: "You, too, Lu. Thank you." It's a genuine, heartfelt thanks, one that he follows up with a loose salute, teasing, in a silent kind of way. Lujayn only gives a brief smile, ducking her head in mute acceptance before turning back towards her own weyr. Some matters settled, others freshly stirred to the top. It's a pacing in her mind that doesn't stop even when she's cleared the stairs, back and forth across the threshold, then inside, old troubled thoughts merely giving way to new ones. But it's a start. |
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