Logs:Polite And Straightforward
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| RL Date: 3 June, 2013 |
| Who: Hana, Azaylia |
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| What: Hana has questions and concerns for Azaylia, and finds out she's preaching to the choir. The hairdresser has a decision to make. |
| Where: Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Weather: The snowfall is light and intermittent throughout the day until it tapers off completely into a frigid night. The ground is damp, though very little sticks. |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, C'wlin/Mentions, Devaki/Mentions, Issedi/Mentions, N'hax/Mentions |
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| Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr With its entrance located between the kitchen and the living cavern, this tiny bubble cavern is cozy, always kept warm and is filled with comfortable chairs and a small round table. At the far end, there's a hearth, outlined in ruddy, aging bricks, where a pot of stew simmers in the evening hours. Generally quiet, the nighthearth is the haunt of insomniacs and those seeking quiet from the bustle of daily Weyr life. Late afternoon has many folks getting ready for the evening meal; not so for Hana, having taken occupancy in the Nighthearth, no needlework in sight, though her hands are wrapped around a mug of sweetened tea, the pot kept warm on the hearth. "I know you were at the Hold for bit," Azaylia announces her presence with those soft-spoken words, "But I hope you're handling your first Winter at the Weyr alright?" Oh, and it's only just begun, judging from the curious quirk to her lips. As the weyrwoman passes Hana she rests her hand on the hairdresser's shoulder, intending her to stay seated as she pours herself a cup from the warm pot. Hana glances up, then offers a slight smile. "Azaylia," she greets, dropping her usual formality as the weyrwoman gets herself some tea. There is a bit of a soft chuckle at the question, "So far, so good; thankfully, my warmer dresses and shawls continue to serve me well." There is a faint shake of her head, before she asks, "And you, though I know this is not nearly your first Reachian winter?" Azaylia's careful in pouring the water, though her movement seems tired even when there's no danger of being burned. Not just tired but, subdued. "Hana." Comfort found in the name, in the woman she chooses to sit next to. "I still prefer spring and summer, but it gets easier each turn." Or so they say. When a sweep of her brown eyes finds no needlework, or even a book, "I hope you don't mind some company?" "Spring or fall, personally; where everything turns green - or all the other colours possible," Hana offers, turning her mug idly in her hands. "Hm, company is fine - I am just taking the opportunity to think, this evening." A slight smile is offered, a glance askance given, "A rare opportunity, I've found." "Fall reminds me that winter's on its way. Though, I enjoy the colors, and the ciders." Azaylia manages to mention harvest without much else behind the words beyond pleasant interest. Bringing her mug up, she blows to make the surface ripple, not yet ready to test its temperature. "Can I ask what about?" Genuine curiosity is tempered by manners, "If not, I can just sit here quietly and let you get back to it." Her smile grows, and make no mistake that she'll do just that if it's what Hana wants. Hana is silent enough that one might very well think she is just going to say nothing, and continue to think. However, finally, she takes a sip of tea to wet her lips. "About pirates. About weyrlings. About communication." A pause, and then she admits, "About homes." From start to finish, her words are soft, and unaccompanied by her usual humor, even as she doesn't look at the other woman, eyes on the hearth. In fact, the words are said, more than anything else, neutrally. There is at the moment, no anger or blame, concern or worry. Just simple statement of fact. It's the absence of humor that prompts Azaylia to reach over, a hand resting on the other woman's arm. "I'm sorry. I... The same has been on my mind. I can't imagine you decided to stay thinking that all this was going to happen." Pirates, weyrlings, and shortened tithes. She pulls away, if only so the tension that causes her arm to flex won't be felt by her assistant. Reluctantly, whisper quiet, "...Would you-- I'd understand if you want to return to the Hold." She really would, which is why it's difficult to say. Hana still doesn't look over, though her gaze flickers downward, just a moment. "I.. don't know." That, at least shows emotion - uncertainty, and pain for the idea, before she finally lifts her gaze. "Can you at least tell me why?" Why the boys did what they did, or why it seemed like communication is so hard when it had never been before, or any other why Zay may feel like answering. Azaylia sucks in a breath at Hana's uncertainty. It stings, but it's quickly pushed aside in a long exhale, "I can tell you what I know. What I think." The weyrwoman has never been gifted at speaking on behalf of others. "The pirate attack was suspicious to a lot of people. It seems that... that was enough for the two weyrlings." Whether she also doubts the timing isn't obvious, but her disapproval is. "I thought about going with Aishani to speak with Lord Devaki," A glance towards Hana, soft gaze doing nothing to hide the thoughts behind what she says. "But I didn't want it to seem as if we were... It would have been a mess, anyway. Aishani and I," Her discomfort is clear, "We have different ideas of how to handle Hold business." "It... disturbs me," Hana starts haltingly, then stops as her gaze falls back into her no-doubt cold tea. "The lack of communication, rather. No one seems willing to talk to anyone. Politely. Straight forward. How can you," the subject of the pronoun left vague - it could mean the Weyr in general, for all the stress she gives it, "expect things to get better - and not worse - if no one talks to anyone else?" There is a pause, then she lifts her head, though still not looking at the other woman. "Do you believe the Hold was behind the pirate attack?" Straight-forward, that, on a subject she'd usually not touch with a dragon's length pole. With quiet desperation, "I've tried. I'm trying. I..." The weyrwoman catches herself, easing back from the insistent lean she was unaware of until this moment. "Being honest, and admitting fault are seen as being weak." Not by Azaylia, not with such frustration weighing in on her tone. She swallows a mouthful of tea, hopefully to wash the bitter taste of those words out before answering Hana's question. Honestly, "I've had people I trusted lie to me. I'm realizing that anything is possible." But, "I can see the how the Hold could be capable of something like that. I hope not. I don't have anything to suggest that it was, other than coincidence." Her brows lower faintly, not a glare but a stare aimed away from Hana. "Nobody was hurt. It should have been left alone, we should have-- should' be working on building a better relationship with all the Holds." Which will be increasingly difficult, now. Hana doesn't take offense at the possibility that the Hold did have something to do with it. That being honest was a sign of weakness, or that trusted people lie. Instead, she merely nods once, "Thank you for telling me what you truly believe." She brings up the mug to take a sip of the tea; grimacing at the realization it's gone cold. Placing the mug on a near table, she gets to her feet, and makes her way over to the hearth, stirring the fiery red coals a moment. "For what little it is worth, I agree that better relationships should be built." There is a pause, then she asks the fire, "And the weyrlings involved?" Azaylia gives a stubborn little shake of her head at the gratitude for what comes naturally to the goldrider. Thankfully her own cup is still on the warm side, taking long sips to avoid the same chilled unpleasantness Hana's experienced. "I might visit Lady Issedi, after some of the tension has died down." Where it's very likely she could run into the Lady's husband during such a visit. As for the weyrlings, "I tried to understand their reason why. I talked to one. N'hax. It... didn't seem like he had much of one, other than suspicion." Disapproval once again rears its ugly head for their actions, but not the consequences, "They're being punished. Severely." No pleasure in it, just as there's no sympathy. The back of Hana's head tilts forward a moment, in a silent nod, before the woman herself turns. "I am going to have to think about things," she admits, restating how she started this conversation not so long ago. "But... I think I would also benefit from learning drumcode." A measured beat. "Properly. It.. might also be a wise thing for others to learn. So that fewer may remain in the dark." Another swallow, one that has little to do with drinking tea. It takes Azaylia a moment before she answers, "If you... do decide to go back, I'd like it if I could be the one to take you?" It's not an easy offer to make. "I don't want you to go. But I won't stop you." Just as before, there's only honesty in her words to accompany the quiet sadness. "We have Harpers here that could teach you. It might be a good idea to offer classes." This time, Hana has given her something to consider at length. Standing up, she places her tea cup down before straightening, gaze settling on the other woman's back. Hana turns slightly, and offers a small smile - honest, if slightly forced. "... If I do, of course you may, Azaylia. And I would never cut off contact." But it is a decision she has to think about. There is a shake of the body, then she says in a manner a bit more her normal way, if not quite truly true. "But for now, I should take the pot and cup - unless you would like more tea? - back to the kitchens before they come out waving knives." "And I could sit in on classes as well as anything else," she adds, a beat behind her thoughts. With a gentle nod, "I'd like to keep in touch." Azaylia reaches for both abandoned mugs, intent obvious in her motions, "I'll help bring these. Then I should get back to work. Maybe see if one of the Harpers posted here are interested in teaching a class." The weightier subjects, the possibility of losing Hana, is left behind in the nighthearth. The shift may be forced, but it's necessary to keep the conversation light on their way to the kitchens. |
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Hana (Hana (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 04 Jun 2013 04:00:39 GMT.
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A perfect scene to end on, what with being gone for the next week, most likely!
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