Logs:Mother Knows Best
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| RL Date: 8 September, 2014 |
| Who: Weylaughn, Yewlani |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Weylaughn's mother comes to visit. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Weather: Pleasant |
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| Weylaughn waited. It wasn't a patient thing, not by any means; he tapped on his thighs and fidgeted, mouth pulled to one side. He was dimly grateful that the Snowasis wasn't busy; the patio was lovely and he was alone and that was as it should have been. A blue dragon manifested in the skies above, bearing the colors of Ista. A strange sight to be sure - but it was the safest way. Mother said as much, anyway. She'd told him that it wouldn't be good for their cause if a 'Reachian or Telgari rider retrieved her. He pursed his lips and forced himself to still. The blue landed lightly and the rider dismounted before helping his - her? He couldn't tell - passenger down. Words were exchanged, a motion was made, the borrowed riding gear handed over. While the rider pair lingered in the bowl, the passenger approached the Snowasis proper. Weylaughn stood and took the steps into the Snowasis two at a time, hastening to meet her at the door. She took her time, but such was to be expected; appearances were everything to her and hurrying simply wasn't in her way. Yewlani wore a fine dress, as she always did; rich cobalt and silver, empire-waisted and with fine, matching slippers. It did well to enhance her already stately presence and statuesque physique. Her dark, dark hair was pulled back and up with silver pins that, in their own way, matched her gray eyes. "Ah, Mother," and, oh, the weight on that word. "I hope your flight was pleasant." He offered an arm and she took it; ever the dutiful son, he escorted her up to the patio while she recounted her tale. "Fair enough. I was ever so grateful they could retrieve me. Z'kaa is a Harper, you know. Or was. I hardly know what he does now, but he's always been a great help." Her smile was sweet and that, alone, was enough to ease Weylaughn's mind. "How has your stay been? I hope they've been treating you quite well here." "Ah- well enough. It was hard for them to find quarters for me, but- it's been seen to. The Weyrleaders have been busy, so I haven't had a chance to talk with them." Weylaughn pulled out a chair and Yewlani sat, with only a brief bit of fussing in the form of smoothing out her skirt. Her hands laced themselves in her lap and she tilted her head - just so - to study the young man that sat across from her. "Have you done any reading while you've been here?" "Some. For some reason, getting tithing records is... nearly impossible." Yewlani snorted softly. "Well, then. I suppose we can dispense with that bit of research." Weylaughn tried to mirror his mother's stillness - but it wasn't meant to be. He found himself fidgeting again, just a little, but it was enough. "Stop that. Now. I know you're terribly impatient, Weylaughn. I know you are. But things must be done, just so, to secure your place - and your proper legacy, you see." She spread her hands, palm up. "Once we know whether or not the 'Reaches would approve of our offer of help, we can take what we know - and what we have - to the Conclave. I am sure they will understand, once they realize just how grievous Aughan's crimes were. And if they are not willing to correct the matter, we will simply have to see to it that you are in a position to do so." Weylaughn's brow furrowed. "I thought we were just concerned with making sure I was his only heir." "Heir. Usurper." She gestured airily. "Whatever it takes to right the wrongs of the past, my darling Weylaughn. If it takes an overthrow, then so be it. But all -they- need to know," she motioned at the Weyr as a whole, "is that you're offering help. Leave the rest to me, sweetling. We'll put you in your rightful place soon enough." Weylaughn pulled a face and Yewlani tsked. "Don't do that. It'll stay that way, you know? Now, do they have Benden here? I do rather hope they do. And you can tell me all about what's been happening here." She stopped abruptly and reached over with a smile to press a cool palm to his cheek. "You're such a -good- boy, Weylaughn - and you'll be an even better man than your father. We'll have to see about getting you a new wardrobe while you're here - and I picked up some books that you might like. I'll have those delivered as soon as I return to the Hold." The touch, the praise, all of it made his chest puff up with pleasure and more than a hint of pride. Weylaughn smiled the boyish smile Yewlani always liked - and that just made her smile all the wider. "Ah! How silly of me. I almost forgot." She reached down to unclip a money pouch from her hip. She pressed it into his palm with both of hers. "Yours, of course. I do hope you're putting all of this to good use." "Of course, Mother." |
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