Logs:Liars for Liars
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| RL Date: 27 May, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, Z'ian |
| Type: Log |
| What: Aishani drops in on Z'ian unexpectedly for some answers. It goes better than it could. |
| Where: Brickwork and Boulders Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 24, Month 11, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Heavy, driving rain makes everything a wet and muddy mess today. |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Lujayn/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, H'kon/Mentions, Iolene/Mentions, Yuliye/Mentions, Aughan/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Alec/Mentions, Edeline/Mentions |
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| It's nearing evening, but it's really hard to tell with the weather as it is - heavy rain and dark skies don't do much for gauging the passage of time by the level of light. It's a little weird to see a bright spot lift up to circle high in the wet - Iesaryth doesn't love getting rained on, for all she's watery - but she does, banking to pass by Tsanth's ledge once before angling back. The tide is bubbly despite the weather, but her tones are apologetic for the bronze; « We visit. » It's not much of warning or a choice in the matter, really - that's what's happening, lucky them! « Alright. » Tsanth is usually not very helpful when it comes to relaying the message that someone is about to come visiting. However, this time when it was Iesaryth warning of her rider's impending arrival, he decided now might be a bad time to play cute. It's not as if Z'ian has a lot of opportunity to get ready, he comes out of the micro-closet of an office and sweeps into the living area. He tugs one of his beat up sweaters over his head and throws a pillow from the floor onto the couch, none of which really does much in all honesty. It's still a bare looking bachelor pad with a way too comfortable inhabiting it that's utterly unprepared for the surprise showing from Aishani. When the large gold lands, it's with a rustle of wings to get the rain from her back before she edges out of it, rumbling the bronze's way and trying not to take up much room as her rider dismounts, discards her rain slicker somewhere that the dripping won't matter. Iesaryth, for her part, can go; she can come back for her, it's no trouble. « She does not allow this. » It's an aside for Tsanth, regardless of his lack of issues. And at least Aishani has the decency to not just go striding in before calling out, "Hello?" As if she doesn't know he's there... but it's something. Tsanth is a gracious host, more or less. The small bronze is already off of the ledge before she comes to land, having retreated to his couch where he waits for her to deposit Aishani. There's an agreeable rumble to her aside, not seemingly worried about this visit. Regardless of his rider's own reaction. She can stay or go as she chooses. "Yeah, I'm in." He shoots back at her, raking his fingers through his hair as he hits the shelf with the booze. They'll either need it now or he's going to need it later after she goes. Iesaryth is bothered. It's not terribly polite. But Tsanth's graciousness in the face of her rider's total lack thereof is appreciated enough that she'll stay and not get wet two more times, thanks. There's a narrowed glance over her shoulder as she enters, then Aishani is looking around more than at Z'ian, taking in the surroundings with her sharp, dark gaze. As if there's something to read there from the possessions, or what's missing. "I haven't seen a lot of you lately," she says, by way of explanation, apparently? Because it's not easy enough to call someone via dragon. Eventually, flickering a look his way, "Were you ever going to ask me anything, or just keep parroting whatever you were told about what I did?" It should have more of an edge to it than it does. Not seeing a lot of him recently. Z'ian raises his eyebrows at her once for that, before turning to the shelf once more and pulling down a bottle and a pair of glasses. He reaches for a cloth and wipes them out. He doesn't jump right to speaking as he pours liquid into both, approaching his table and pushing one across to her. "The last time I went to speak with you about something your reaction was less than spectacular." He shakes his head then, "I don't think letting the Weyr at large in on that particular fraud counts as parroting, but if that's how you'd like to see it... I won't get in your way." The bronzerider explains before lifting the glass and taking a fortifying drink from it. "I don't know what to say, I don't have any words. I don't have any explanation other than that I'm tired. So are other people, here. Of liars, cheats, unstable manipulators and individuals who would use the Weyr for their own purposes." Frustrated, "I didn't have anything to do with the flight. I didn't know anything about it. Half the Weyr makes it sound like I was behind it; it had to come from somewhere. I tell you the truth about K'del, you run to him. K'del tells you whatever he likes about me and you tell everyone and never even come to me about it." Aishani turns enough to glance at the glass once she's heard the scrape of it across the table, but she doesn't take it, just folds her arms across herself. Looking back up at the walls, "I tried to quit and give it to Lujayn. How's that for my own purposes? I'm tired too. I didn't ask for any of it, not Iolene's secrets, or the burden after she died. I just want to know why you went to ask him and wouldn't ask me." "No, you just helped her cover it up. That's just as abhorrent." Z'ian counters, challenging in the lift of his eyebrows. "You told me the truth about K'del, yes. And I told other people about that too. Because he's just as much to blame for the current fucked up situation as anyone else. He should have told you yes." He puts the glass to his mouth and swallows the rest, pushing it away. "You had already helped screw Lujayn out of the Weyrwomanship when you aided Iolene in keeping it from her. Did you really expect her to want to come back and clean up the mess? If you want to quit so bad, there's another goldrider in this Weyr. Give it to her." He knuckles his hands down onto the table. "You could have told Iolene no. You could have not pushed to be the Weyrwoman. You have a part in all of this too, don't just shove it off onto the dead because it's convenient." As for her question, "Because I wanted to look him in the eye and find out why he would turn our Weyr away. That's when he told me." "Would it have helped, really? To tell anyone once it'd gotten to that point - so far gone? I don't deny that I helped cover it up, but I was asked for help by the only Weyrwoman that didn't terrify me and one of the only friends I'd ever had. I'm not sorry for that." Aishani pauses, turning back to the table, still not touching the glass, though she watches it for now. "And don't tell me Lujayn would have been Weyrwoman caught by a brown when everyone told both Azaylia and I our flights were junior flights. Your arguments seem awfully convenient too, Z'ian. And I could have done something differently. But likewise - don't tell me you've never done anything 'wrong' or misguided out of loyalty." Her gaze dark and flat, it goes up to him, fine brows coming together briefly before, "But you felt no need to look me in the eye and ask me why I might do something like that." It's less a question than a statement; she nods and looks out to the ledge. "All right." "You should have never done it to begin with." Z'ian laughs then, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling of his weyr. The knuckles of his hands turn white. "I never said she wouldn't have been challenged. Being challenged didn't stop you. Being challenged wouldn't have stopped her, but two goldrider's who wanted to buck tradition for their own gain? That certainly did, didn't it? Stop acting like everyone else here at the Weyr is the problem. It's you. Taikrin. Azaylia. K'del. Fuck, even H'kon. No one could make a damn decision for the well-being of other people without thinking of themselves or their feelings first." Additionally, at the mention of his own mistakes he scoffs but answers quietly, "I've never said that I haven't. I've made a lot. I'm sorry for them." His shoulders lift for that. "Did you forget the part where I had just talked to you, looked you in the eye and wanted to know why you forced our fucking dragons into the sky? For nothing? Or is that not convenient in your quest to be pissed off at me?" He puts back, arching an eyebrow at her. With her jaw set, blinking a few times as she's still looking away, "I did. I decided to step up because the Council was on our back and no one wanted to follow two Weyrwomen and because she couldn't do it. I did it because I thought I could hold things together and make sure no one else died and we didn't run out of anything important. And I hate this fucking place, you know, but I did it anyway." Shani takes a breath, like she'd say more, but her arms have dropped and her fists have balled, and some shift of Iesaryth's coincides with a long hiss of a sigh. "Lujayn told me I had to, so I keep doing it. Sometimes, you need someone who knows how to lie when you're dealing with liars." Her chin lifts a touch at the end as she looks the bronzerider's way, then defensively, "I told you." His eyes which have been solidly locked onto her for the majority of their encounter, drop down to the table now. Z'ian takes a long, steadying breath before he rakes his fingers through his hair again. His thumb comes to his mouth and he gnaws on the nail while she talks, eventually stopping and breathing out slowly. "I should have come back and spoken to you too. You deserve that much from me, I'm sorry." He's quiet then, allowing at least a moment or two of silence to exist between them. "I want to be able to trust you. I feel like we were almost there at one point, but then it got lost in the fight." His gaze lifts finally, glancing in the direction of the ledge where her dragon waits on the other side of the curtain. "You can throw the drink in my face now, this is probably the right moment." Perhaps a little grudgingly, for all that she hasn't much reason to be, Aishani allows slowly, "There's a lot of reasons not to trust me. But like some friends we have in common, I do have the best interests of the Weyr in mind. I don't know why sometimes, I can admit that, and it wasn't always the way - I can admit that too. But I don't want to hurt anyone that just depends on this place to live. I know... I know what can happen from that." She'd followed the drop of his gaze to the table, but she chances a look up briefly, beneath her lashes, before she takes the drink up and downs about half, sliding the rest back to the bronzerider. Wryly, low from the liquor, "I'm told that's impolite." "There's a lot of reasons to not trust just about anyone." Z'ian replies, breathing more evenly now. Her explanation does reach him, even if he doesn't outwardly comment on it. He watches as she finally takes the glass, downing some of what's inside. There's a moment then where he lifts his shoulders and pulls his lips to the side, "The burning in your eyes goes away after awhile. I hear that it's really satisfying and that I've got an absolutely epic expression of shock and dismay when it happens." Raising one of his hands with the palm turned upwards, "That could outweigh the social stigma of the action, I think." With an arch of fine brows, looking up at him, "I could save it for later? Another time when it seems like a good time? Iesaryth has to go up eventually one way or the other, and I don't think I'll be taking any vacations this time." Aishani's dark eyes are bright, and she dares to quirk a faint smile for that, clearly amused. "Speaking of reasons. By the way, I am still working on a Weyrsecond. I don't know that it will matter. But the effort is being made, and..." Lips purse as she considers the best way to put it, "Inroads are being made with the Holds from my end at the very least." "Sure, if you want to. You're probably going to want to pour a fresh drink for it though, so you might as well finish that one." Z'ian advises, pouring himself another one and knocking it back. He cracks a faint smile for that remark and shakes his head, "Vacation. So you weren't sick?" There's so many other things to focus on though, really that he doesn't seem to actually be expecting a response for that. Rolling the bottom of the glass against the table, "You have my utmost support in how difficult some of those conversations have to be. And what you're probably coming up against." Pulling the glass back her way, in no rush about it, "I wasn't feeling well, and it seemed like a good idea to be away given the givens. It turns out I just sleep a lot, like she does." Aishani gives a nod to the ledge before finishing what's left of her drink, setting the glass down again. "Not very exciting." By her smile, it's the truth, but maybe not the whole of it. With a little shrug for the conversations, "Lady Yuliye is quite charming and forthright, but I suppose I have to go to Crom now." Her nose wrinkles before; "No, they don't like me much. Not as much as you, or some of the others - but you're known and I have a name issue." Chasing down old shadows hasn't done anyone much good, so perhaps it says something that he doesn't pursue what else there may be. "You getting some extra sleep certainly wasn't a crime." He lets his own glass settle against the worn wooden surface. "Crom's never been particularly friendly, so I guess you know what to expect when you see him." Z'ian doesn't sound as if he envies her on that turn, shaking his head slowly. "They only like me because- Because I don't know why. Probably because I'm not exactly exciting and I'm not Taikrin or K'del, so. Next best." His hand looks as it's considering pouring another drink, but he stops himself short of it for now. Aishani has to admit, "It's nice. It was nice. I don't know how it'll go this time. I don't particularly like the idea of falling asleep on people. I don't particularly like turning my back on people for too long." At least that's said with with self-deprecation it deserves, smile turning wry. "He sent a not-particularly-friendly note and I don't imagine that he liked hearing that a Vijay lived all that time under his roof." She glances from his hand on the bottle up to his face; if she were another sort of woman, she might touch him in that moment, but she merely says, "I don't mean this as it might sound, but because you were there. As much as Edeline may regret pointing that out to me, now and in the future. You saw your presence would be important." "Maybe you could fall asleep on the really annoying ones? Just snooze off when they're in the midst of something. Then just say later you couldn't help it. I'm sure they'd understand." Z'ian waves the hand that went for the bottle in the air, simple as that. If only it were that easy. The crooked smile and slight cant of his head speaks to how he doesn't believe that it is. So instead of drinking, his thumb returns to his mouth where he chews on the nail again, regarding her across the table. "To what end, what does that mean?" Visibly brightening, long fingers still on her empty glass, Aishani has to grin. "I never thought of that really. Strangely. That'll be a good way to avoid conversations, I suppose." Her eyes flutter briefly, as if she's trying to keep them open, then close suddenly as she slumps, still standing. Asleep! It doesn't last more than a second; she's back up to standing straight soon enough before shrugging easily again Z'ian's way. "In Tillek's case, she wanted to make a point about communicating, and she appreciated your communication, your being there. Probably that you're likely who you say you are, haven't ran away from the Weyr recently, even in grief." Twisting her mouth wryly for that, "I imagine a lot of people see that, to some extent. A shame that we choose our leaders as we do, in the end." She play acts through falling asleep and Z'ian actually laughs, dropping his thumb from his mouth and looking up at ceiling again briefly. When he brings his gaze back down to her again it's with a flash of a broader, more natural smile. "Or end them forever." He sighs and rubs his hand on the side of his face, looking faintly amused at the part on likely being who he appears to be. "Sounds about right. More or less." And "Yes, I suppose so. Though maybe we should just choose our leaders like the Holders do. In secret meetings without the input of anyone at all except other high ranking Holders, nothing could go wrong with something like that. But I guess everyone has to choose the poison that they drink." "Maybe." With a smirk, Aishani trails her fingers off the rim of the glass, looking there for a moment before, "Like you said, a lot of people are tired of certain things. I think everyone's tired of... not knowing. There's a theory that they are, that it makes them uneasy." Her dark gaze shifts back ledgeward, and she has to laugh. "Nothing could go wrong. I still don't believe that wasn't a set-up, that ship, you know. Neither does she." There's a grim glance for his last before, "I should go. That sounds terribly fatalistic, and usually that's my thing. I won't... invade any longer." Though she'll take a last look around, even if there's not much to look at. The weyr certainly does lack a homey touch, but then maybe he's just spartan. Mention of the ship itself has him looking outward towards the ledge. He's quiet then, considering something in that moment of silence. "He'll never admit to it, but I was glad that you allowed Quinlys to take the weyrlings. That Azaylia went. That Glacier showed up. I had family on that boat." Z'ian's voice is tight for that admittance, but there it is. Shifting gears quickly, he simply nods when she indicates she'll be leaving. "You can come back again sometime." It's not like she's judging; if he ever sees her place, he might just see why. But Shani is narrow-eyed and suspicious at that information - not of Z'ian, but of what that means. Careful, "I was glad Glacier showed up. We thought it might have been a distraction. If a weyrling were hurt..." 'We' is likely she and Iesaryth, given the gold's darkened skies and irritated huff as she gets to her feet. Not on their watch, neither hers nor the other queen's. As for the rest, "Please let me know if you... know anything. And I will give you some notice in the future." If only to avoid hearing about it. A brief smile warming her expression, she nods - and just goes. The pair are off the ledge in short order after, back out in the rain and home. |
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Alida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Thu, 30 May 2013 07:02:34 GMT.
< After her urge to instant action left her...Alida was also wondering about the whole pirate incident being staged for some reason. At least she's not alone in her thoughts.
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