Logs:Welcome Home, Lujayn
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| RL Date: 22 March, 2011 |
| Who: K'del, Lujayn |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: K'del officially welcomes Lujayn home. |
| Where: Council Chambers, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Jessek/Mentions, Satiet/Mentions, Teris/Mentions, Tiriana/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. It's morning, though not stupendously early - well before mid-morning - when Cadejoth extends a thought towards Rielsath, identifying himself with a rattle of chains and the faintest hint of a metallic web that extends and extends until she's part of it; all linked in. Clanking about, he remarks, « He's in the Council Chambers, if yours wanted to see him at some point. » But he's already made his point: they Belong, now. /His/ pack; /his/ weyr. And K'del /is/ in the Council Chambers, whether Lujayn arrives immediately or not; he's got a stack of papers in front of him, and is diligently working his way through reports, pausing every so often to take a sip from his mug, which gets put down just out of the way of his work. There's a minute or more of silence before Rielsath responds, light shining out from between the filaments of Cadejoth's web - even in darkness she was there, but now her attentions are focused. « Lu's coming. » She reassures the pair, warming the metallic invitation with a happy glow. /Their/ home. True to the queen's word, it's a few more minutes before Lujayn appears at the door to the Council Room, knocking softly. Waiting for an invitation, noting the paperwork. /Their/ home. Cadejoth's pleased by that; pleased, too, by the warming, which makes his chains buzz and sing in counterpoint to their usual clicks and rattles. "Lujayn, come in," says K'del, glancing up at the sound of the knocking. He pushes his papers away, then waves towards the assembled seats with an easy hand. "It's awful impersonal in here, but the big table makes it easier to really get into things," he explains, not uncheerfully. "And there's klah on the sideboard, if you'd like some." "I'd love some." Lujayn looks fairly put together, though the slight tangle of her hair and flush in her cheeks suggest a rushed arrival. She moves to pour for herself, sitting when the papers have all been cleared away. In the background there's a little spark, the clear ringing of a bell in Rielsath's mind to share with both Lu and Cadejoth. Call to order this meeting! The sound Cadejoth's chains make is less clear than the ringing of Rielsath's bell, but he adds them in nonetheless: confirmed. He must share all of it with his rider, too, because the hint of a smile plays onto K'del's expression, and it's a different smile from the one he employed earlier; fonder, more amused. "So." He wraps both hands about his mug, tipping his head towards Lujayn. "Igen's signed off on their set of papers; don't think that was ever really in doubt, though. Which just leaves our end, and we're happy to get you back, too." Lujayn relaxes as she listens to the dragons' exchange, her grasp on the mug of klah loosening ever so slightly. "It's still a relief to hear that," She confesses at last, not quite sure what has yet to be discussed. "They did, and so'm I - happy, that is, being here." And Rielsath's there to steady her rider with calm and logic, little symbols flying by: quill, hearth, mountains. Lujayn smiles. "Sounds like we have our own papers to sign." K'del has to admit, after a moment, "We did have to give it some thought. There's-- well. Won't deny you may find some folk who resent you for not returning, earlier." Unspoken is the 'when we needed you'. But he's smiling again, after a moment, and this time, it's clearly intended to be reassuring. "But we /are/ glad to have you, and glad that you're happy, too." He sets down his mug, reaching for one of his papers, which he offers over. "Right. Needs your signature, then mine, and then it's official." Lujayn takes the admission with the silence of someone who's earned it, eyes cast downward only momentarily. Then she's back, eye-to-eye with the Weyrleader. "I'll deal with them when they show up, if they do." The oath is sincere. She's not going to bring dissent in her wake, not if she can help it. "Better that you gave it some thought than none at all." It only takes a quick glance for her to read the paper, a moment for her hand to find a pen, and there it is: Lujayn, looped and official-like on the proverbial dotted line. Everything that she is embodied in six letters and a little bit of ink. Rielsath beams brightly, all flames and falling stars - not meteors, though. "There you go," Lu slides the paper back towards K'del, a weight off her shoulders. "Last chance to change your mind." Those answers earn approval from the Weyrleader: K'del seems pleased, nodding his head several times as she speaks. Rather than opening his mouth to respond, he waits in silence, leaving a gap for her to finish that signature; he watches, mouth draw together just slightly. "No, there'll be no changing of minds," he says, firmly, if quietly, as he takes up his own pen to add his signature below: signed, sealed and delivered. Cadejoth flicks sparks through his chains, rattling them in delight - the cacophony added to by a shudder of bones. « Ours. » But he already knew that. "Welcome to the High Reaches, Lujayn." Beat. "And now we have two juniors for the first time in-- shells, it's just short of six turns, now. Since Satiet." He's silent, then; quietly thoughtful. « Ours. » Rielsath's thought bubbles simultaneously with Cadejoth's, golden champagne bubbles sparkling in crystal. "Honored," Lujayn responds traditionally, but from there she settles into the comfortable quiet of a familiar old room. "Satiet." She echoes, memories clear for her and slightly fuzzy on the draconic end of things. "I'm done with my exchanges. Been all over Pern. Stability's best, for dragons and the Weyr. And me, I guess. Thank you." Leaning back, letting silence drift back in. Cadejoth is fascinated by the bubbles, and seeks them out with a twitchy, wriggly bit of wire chain: ooh, ooh! /Excitement/. "I'm glad to hear it. High Reaches dragons belong at the 'Reaches, I think. It works better that way. I'm sure it won't take you long to settle in... I think you said you'd already started moving into the empty weyr? Teris is in your old one, of course. Hope that isn't a problem." K'del's tone his gone entirely conversational, now, and he leans backwards in his chair, reclining lazily. "They did; Rielsath wasn't fitting too well in the guest weyr so they set us up a little early," Hopefully not too presumptuously, either, but it doesn't seem to be a problem now. "New start, new place, it all fits together." A grin to his comment, both rider and dragon in agreement. « Reaches dragons at the Reaches. » Pop! The effervescent bubbles shatter, a fizzy sneeze to tease and confound the curious wire chains. "Anything I should be aware of? New duties, people to chase away with sticks, that kind of thing?" Part conversation, part business. Yeah, she can do this. "Makes sense," is K'del's only remark on that front, accompanied by a quick nod. "It's not as though anyone else was using the weyr, after all. Hope you settle in well." He reaches for his mug again, now, taking a quick sip (it must be quite cool, by now) before he continues, "Well. Suppose you'd better report to Tiriana for the bulk of it - guess she'll figure out how you all divide the duties. Teris seems more inclined towards the... hidework. Than the people. But it's not really my place to say. Otherwise, things seem quiet around here. Relatively." He seems, however, to have been struck by a thought, and hesitates for a moment. "Remember that bouncer, at the Snowasis?" Cadejoth's glee at the popping bubble sends a jangling tremour through him: he sends forward an image of a sky /full/ of such bubbles, raining down sweetness as they pop. "And you know I'm more than capable of working with people, or you probably do.." Lu hadn't been expecting much in the way of new duties, so when K'del brings up the Snowasis bouncer she perks up a little. "The one Gabe spotted? What about him?" Rielsath's bubble-sky floats along in its golden bliss, even though there is less snow for the sun to reflect that just means more of springtime's warmth for the image. K'del's smile is a little crooked as he says, "It rather seems like you're going to be the most /approachable/ of our Weyrwomen." He's distracted from those thoughts by the bouncer; for this, his expression has turned somewhat darker. "Jessek. After you all left... he basically came out and said women couldn't be trusted. Seemed /really/ angry. Don't know if there's anything to be done about it, as such, but it'd be worth keeping an eye on. Man like that could cause some serious problems." Cadejoth's admiration of the bubble-sky doesn't stop him from poking at them, popping them with the eagerness of a child: look, look! But he adds some of his own, too, until there's a mass of colours beneath the warm, spring sun. Pretty! Lujayn frowns. "Something he'll work out on his own time, maybe. A jilted guy having a rough night." If K'del's concerned, she's concerned - but also willing to think of reasons to let Jessek off the hook. "That's a mighty bad first impression, if it's his.. official stance." Why come to the Weyr at all with those opinions in tow? Lu keeps /those/ thoughts to herself. "I'll keep my ears open for anything that sounds like trouble." Being a woman and all herself, she's got a personal stake in this to boot. The bubbly sky doesn't falter as the newly reinstated Junior shifts her chair back, setting down her mug. "If there's nothing else, I think I'd like to check on some arrangements for the new weyr," Happy to be back, ready to take action. "It's a little dusty." K'del inclines his head forward again, agreeing, "I hope that's all it is. Regardless, it's-- yes, thank you. Just keep your ears open, and hopefully, nothing will come of it." His own mug, now empty, is set back down upon the table, and he nods quickly: "Of course. Don't mean to keep you. If there's anything you need - anything I can do for you - don't hesitate to ask? We're glad to have you back; hopefully, we can make the adjustment as easy as possible for you." Lujayn stands with a small bow, gratitude made clear. "Can do." She promises sincerely to all of the above, a last smile before she's out the door, the bright springtime sky filled with Rielsath's cheery bubbles and the crackling of excitement, new adventures ahead. |
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