Logs:A Job Well Done
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| RL Date: 14 June, 2011 |
| Who: K'del |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: K'del reflects on a job well done. |
| Where: Council Chambers / K'del's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 10, Month 13, Turn 25 (Interval 10) |
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| Afterwards, as he shuffled together his papers and drained the last of his klah, K'del couldn't help but feel satisfied. It was all going according to plan, really. He'd sort of expected it to be a little bit more difficult. He'd expected more argument - more desperate attempts at negotiation. Honestly, as soon as he'd told them of the utter devastation left on their island, and that the weyr was prepared to take them all on, do everything they could for them, it had almost been outright easy. Wandering back to his weyr, he could feel the weight lift from his shoulders. He wished Milani was at home, and the boys: he would've liked to take them all out for some fun, fun that had been short supply over the past few weeks. They hadn't even been able to celebrate Milani's turnday properly, and he felt pretty awful about that. But we'll be able to, now. We'll go somewhere nice and have a beautiful time. On his ledge, he couldn't help but stare over at Iovniath's, watching the queen for signs of glow. He didn't really expect it, not with Tiriana as pregnant as she was - but the timing would be beautifully. A new turn, a new clutch, and a whole bunch of exile candidates to fill up our numbers. We wouldn't need to search outside the weyr at all, I bet. Still. It couldn't be more than a few months, and that was plenty of time. They'd be ready for it, then. The elders would do their bit, and they'd listen to the elders - that's what they did. They'd be so pleased with their new life, probably, they wouldn't think twice about it. It was cold outside, a new layer of snow still lingering upon the ledge's surface. Only the thirteenth month, and winter was already seeming worse than usual: more snow, more storms, more days when the wind was too fierce to make flying safe. At least that would probably keep most of the exiles safely on the ground - none of them would be willing to fly in that. Still, he lingered for a moment, resting a gloved hand upon Cadejoth's nose, the bronze's warm breath reducing the intensity of the wind's chill. He thrummed with contentment; K'del found himself smiling. "It's all going to be fine, isn't it?" he said to the bronze. "We've got it all sorted." « Have you? » "Oh yes. They've agreed: we're letting them all stay. Integrating them, even. Giving them chances at jobs and crafts and a whole new life. And in return, their elders will convince the young ones to Stand. As many of them as they can. It'll keep Rynien happy, which'll keep us happy. It's perfect." « What if their young ones are not suitable for our eggs? » "Then they won't Impress. It's as simple as that. But it'll give them a link - because people they know will Impress. It always gives people a link." He felt the bronze considering it, and heard his tail slice back and forth upon the icy ledge, sending snow flying. « It's a good plan. It should work. Go inside: you'll freeze. » K'del took the advice, leaning in once more to wrap his arms about his lifemate's head before heading inside. He shucked off his shoes, his jacket, and ran his hand through his hair. Everything, he told himself, is going to be fine. |
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