Logs:A Clandestine Meeting
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| RL Date: 11 August, 2011 |
| Who: Devaki, Raum |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Raum shares his findings with Devaki. |
| Where: Caverns, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 22, Month 6, Turn 26 (Interval 10) |
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| The caverns are empty tonight, with most of the Weyr off partying in one form or another. Most of the population doesn't seem too concerned about whatever's got the Weyrleaders running off spooked, though some are starting to wonder and whisper among themselves--and the riders are beginning to let slip what the dragons have already relayed. Raum, in contrast, is utterly relaxed as he avoids the partiers in favor of some more secluded alcove to loiter in. After the hatching, Devaki lingers in the galleries after the others have gone. He doesn't head to the feast, as promised. Instead, only once it's silent, does he rise and slip out of the galleries, heading for the inner caverns rather than the crowded feasting areas. He hasn't got wind of the tizzy that's starting to build, since he hasn't a dragon, and he isn't a healer -- not here, anyway. Instead, he's heading for the inner caverns, undoubtedly to find somewhere quiet. Such a nice, peaceful evening down this way, where Raum is. Of course, it'll probably be quite a lot less peaceful when things start coming out, but until then-- "I was hoping you'd turn up," he remarks, after Devaki finally appears and comes closer. Devaki's surprised, perhaps, by Raum's sudden arrival, and with a brief glance around, steps closer into the alcove the older man's loitering in. "Thought you'd be making the most of the drinking and debauchery," he says, by way of greeting, a hint of humor that slips from his gaze after a beat of looking at Raum, like maybe he's sensed something. "There's time for that later," says Raum, with a lift of his shoulders. "And it's been a good night already, regardless. Found something I thought you might be interested in after all." The envelope tucked in his shirt is pulled out then, and passed over for the exile's approval. Devaki takes the envelope, but his gaze lingers on Raum for a beat longer. Then, the temptation is too great and his gaze is drawn down. He opens the envelope and scans the contents, then reads them again more slowly. A breath exhales as he reaches Henret's lineage, and the list of exiles that follow. It's a breath of relief, of vindication. He folds the letter up, reverently now, and tucks it into his shirt. "You did better than even I hoped. And the timing is-- I think it's time we visited some of the Holds." "Took some work," Raum is quite pleased to note. "Riverbend knows nothing, but High Reaches--they had an ancient harper, just died, who happened to be fool enough to keep those--" a nod toward the envelope now safely tucked away again "--and set them loose when he went." "The Weyrleaders knew, then?" Devaki doesn't seem surprised, but he wants that confirmation anyway. "I wonder why-" he shakes his head, the thought unfinished, and instead says, "You got in and out of the Weyr unnoticed?" "Lifted it out of the Weyrleader's own nightstand," says Raum, his mouth curving into a smirk at the memory. That's probably not the only memory that comes to mind, though: his brows lift slightly at the latter question and his smile is nothing pleasant. "Nobody's going to be telling any tales, if that's what you're asking." The first answer earns a frown, and the second a sharp look. Devaki hesitates for a long moment, as if going through an internal debate, but he doesn't ask. This is a wise man, after all. A hand touches the envelope now stashed under his clothes. "Can you get me out as well, unnoticed?" This? Earns a bit more thought from Raum. "Depends," he hedges. "Are you going to want back in afterward?" Devaki rubs a hand over his chin. "Eventually. I'm hoping they'll lift the ban, now that... a group of us belong to them." "I can get you out," Raum admits, honest in that much at least. "But they'll know soon enough that you've gone, so I'd plan on staying gone a good long time unless you're just that eager to explain yourself to the Weyrleaders. Beyond that, I can get us into a hold, and I'm sure between the two of us we can make a few new friends." "I'd like to spend some time in Tillek. I'd heard the Lady Holder--" the exile hesitates over that, then continues, "--might be amenable to the truth. River Bend, for a while. High Reaches Hold itself, eventually. But once thiings settle down a bit there." Devaki nods at Raum's words, agreeing, "It's time to make new friends." A slow smile marks Devaki's itinerary, and Raum nods at his conclusion. His only question is a simple one: "When?" Devaki seems momentarily distracted -- his gaze going distant as he listens, perhaps, to the sounds of the revelry in the living caverns. "There'll be plenty of visitors coming and going now. Or tomorrow morning. And I have... there's nothing to hold me here." "Tomorrow," suggests Raum. "We should enjoy tonight--our first victory. Besides," he tips his head to Devaki, smirkily, "there is debauchery afoot." Devaki lets a low chuckle escape him. "Tomorrow then. I'll leave you to your debauchery?" Another touch to the papers underneath his clothes, to draw the other's thoughts there and make his meaning clear. "Thank you." "Until then," the guard agrees. "Don't mention it." And then, secret meeting concluded, he's turning to saunter on off, presumably to other crimes of passion. |
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