Logs:Big Responsibility
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| RL Date: 7 January, 2015 |
| Who: Farideh, K'zin |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Farideh is still bummed about Igen's situation, and K'zin has some insight. |
| Where: Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Weather: Chilly. |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Ali/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Wulfan/Mentions, Joremy/Mentions, Teoma/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Backdated! |
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>---< Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr(#634RJ) >------------------------<
Partly sheltered by the curving stone overhang, partly exposed to the
weather, the wide stone patio serves as a balcony for socializing or just
plain drinking on a sizable scale. The repurposed ledge might once have
let two large dragons land, but now there's too much furniture for that:
two rustic tables with attendant chairs, plus a couple more in
particularly good weather, and a wrought iron bench situated to make the
most of the view of the western bowl and the lake beyond.
Other changes include rough little niches carved out of the stone walls to
hold glows in colored bottles at night, the climbing plant that's being
trained to grow up along the overhang, and the blue ceramic pots of
flowers that dot the edge of the ledge as a colorful reminder not to fall
off.
An archway leads to the Snowasis itself, housed in the ledge's former
weyr, while a few wide steps descend along the wall to the bowl.
The weather today is very pleasant. A few clouds chase each other across
the mostly clear skies, and a soft breeze picks up in the afternoon to
make for a fine day.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Farideh F 18 5'5 Skinny, Brown hair, Hazel eyes 0s
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Snowasis Bowl Summer has left and autumn has come, and with the latter, it brings colder weather; not chilly enough for the heavy duty coats, thankfully. It's in the early evening hours that Farideh can be found on one of the benches outside of the Snowasis, wrapped in a long tunic sweater, with her hair tied up in her telltale top knot. She's leaning over, elbows on her knee caps, and her chin resting in the cup of her fists. Her usual vivre and fire aren't present, and in its stead there's a melancholy cast to her features, a glumness in the pout of her lower lip. Even when people walk past her, or wave, her gaze stays focused on a faraway point, her heels wobbling as she moves her shoes back and forth. No one else occupies the ledge, at present, though a handful crowd around the darts board in the bar.
"Not that we know," she sighs, "and it could happen. Lord Wulfan looked horrible. Not like he normally looks-- larger than life and gregarious." That might just be her opinion, as it is, from a teenage girl's perspective. Farideh stares thoughtfully at his beer, and crosses her arms over her stomach, letting her eyes skip over to a blue dragon crossing the bowl. "I don't. I only have a sister and we can-- could-- always make up and get over it. Men are ridiculous." "I'll give you that," the last. K'zin will even manage a rueful grin for the admission. He doesn't step into the pitfall that would be pointing out how easily the same could be said for women and why. Instead he sips at his drink. "I only get along with two of my brothers, and even that's sort of a loose wording. The one wasn't a man yet the last time we saw each other, and then my oldest brother... Well, we all listen to him because he's the oldest," and that's what you do. "I can see how brothers might fall into the same roles even once they're grown." He's done it himself. "Do you think perhaps that leading might be the reason he looked horrible? It can't be easy leading a Hold through something hard. It's a lot of people to care for, to worry about, to try to manage when there's no right answer." His brow puckers a little. "I wouldn't envy him, but maybe his brother did? Or maybe he just couldn't stand to see the toll it was taking on Lord Wulfan." He suggests thoughtfully. "Older doesn't always mean wiser. What if they do something completely stupid and ruin their whole life?" Arms fling out, expressing her crystal clear exasperation with someone, and she turns a harsh frown on the bronzerider, without a care for any reaction he may have. "Older does not make them a leader, de facto," one finger held up, her hand held out, before both fall into her lap and her anger deflates much like a balloon would. Farideh's anger transitions into a rueful smile, her eyes taking the far-off quality of one reminiscing. "No. Lord Wulfan always looked put together for all his leading. In his appearances at the gathers, during dinner parties-- he was what a Lord should be. What he looks like now--" She sighs and crosses her arms, again, over her stomach. "I don't know. I don't think I'll ever understand." "I didn't say older was wiser," K'zin says with a shrug. "Zak's never done anything that might ruin his life though. The other older ones are all jerks. Well, except Kina. But Kina never really cared enough to be a jerk, I guess." The bronzerider looks to Farideh. "Is your sister older?" He asks (perhaps guesses). It's after some few more sips that the bronzerider says, "I doubt there are really any that understand what it is to be a leader, except other leaders." There's a beat, and then a wry, "Maybe that's why K'del keeps getting with goldriders. Maybe they're the only ones who understand what he has to deal with. And maybe not even then." "Yes, she is," Farideh explains, not tempering her waspishness in her reply, and wraps her arms tighter around her torso. "That's disgusting. I don't want to hear about who K'del does or doesn't get with." She gets up, suddenly, and stares down at K'zin with her usual look of distaste. "This has certainly been enlightening," and after a slight pause and a less aggressive stance, "thank you for-- for talking to me. I needed it, I suppose." K'zin's brows rise and then he shrugs. "I'm never looking to be enlightening. Glad I could be of service." He probably doesn't mean either of those things, but they're things to say. He's not trying to stop her going, but he's got a drink to finish and not in a hurry to go himself. "Bye, K'zin," Farideh mutters, already rolling her eyes as she walks away and down the stairs into the bowl. She makes the routine beeline for the lower cavern entrance, rubbing her hands to stave off the chill in the air. |
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