Logs:Angry Silly Faces
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| RL Date: 1 July, 2013 |
| Who: Tayte |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Tayte goes to the rumor mill for answers about K'del's Angry Face. Then goes home and makes some of her own. She can't keep it up for long. |
| Where: Snowasis and Tayte's Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 15, Month 2, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions, Yvalia/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated vignette. |
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| The rumor mill was already at work in Snowasis. Something like that with someone as well-known as K'del doesn't happen without it ending up the choicest piece of gossip the night has to offer. It doesn't take long for Tayte to gather, more or less, what happened. In some versions, there were drinks, in others, a screaming match. That a punch was thrown by the young bronzerider that K'del had mentioned as one he regarded as a son was told in all. Some stories had more punches. No stories had K'del punching back. The rumors of the reasons varied. Some said it was over a girl, after all, hadn't K'del once been seen going home with a woman that rumor said K'zin bedded also? But, with the bronzeriders in question, there was surely more than one overlap. Some said it was a spat over who should be Weyrleader, though many found it laughable that a weyrling would try to assert himself like that, going toe to toe with K'del. The man, the myth, the legend. Of course, there were those that said anyone would be better than K'del, even a know-nothing-and-know-it-all weyrling. That made Tayte's blood boil. She kept it under wraps of course. She'd been told more than once that it was hard to imagine her angry; Tayte, the sweet, warm, laugh-ready. But it happened. Not frequently, she must admit, but when someone really got under her skin, it was all the more frightening for the contrast between her usual placidity and the raging spitfire she becomes when set off. She wasn't joking when she told K'del she's hit walls before, although 'wall' was a bit of an exaggeration. Her hands were too valuable to chance, so she stuck to pillows, cushions, mattresses and other things unlikely to bite back. The feeling she understood, the urge, but the reason for the feeling? That was beyond her. She'd never had a teenager, nor even a teenager that 'adopted' her. And certainly not one that broke her lip. Later, when she was alone, she sat in front of the small vanity near her bed. She could hear Yvalia shifting in her sleep around the curve of the oddly-shaped double-bubble-cavern room. In the mirror, she made faces. Angry faces at first, the way she suspected she looked when she was, though there wasn't fire flickering in her eyes. She couldn't keep it up. Once one face looked a little silly, she was done for. Silliness followed silliness and she was left laughing. K'del would've liked them, she found herself thinking. It didn't surprise her that K'del didn't take her up on her offer to come by, or slip in after she was sleeping. True, this was the first she'd seen him angry and upset, but between other moments where some painful memory had come up, conversation had moving on instead of lingering, and tonight, she suspected that K'del was a brooder, of the worst kind. The kind that kept everything bottled, the kind that might take turns of his alone-brooding to boil over and want to talk to someone. But then, K'del did have someone. He had Cadejoth, so maybe K'del would never want to talk of the things that hurt him. She wouldn't make him, she knew. If he wanted to, she would be glad of it. It was probably healthier than keeping it bottled up, but while she was the type to ask questions, she was not the type to needle someone into sharing what they'd rather keep private. Sometimes, she secretly wished she was. When she woke up alone come morning, some small part of her was sad. The part that had, in spite of her logic and suspicions, had hoped she'd be allowed to comfort him in some small way after seeing a face so pained. But that was not the way of it. She made an angry face, but she wasn't really angry. She moved on with her day. She made a silly face, but she didn't really feel silly. |
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