Logs:Games
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| RL Date: 16 July, 2012 |
| Who: E'gin, Iolene |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: It's a scheduled lunch with a summoned person. |
| Where: Iolene's (old) weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 4, Turn 29 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Tiriana/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, A'stel/Mentions |
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| It's lunch time, and the second of such lunches the kitchen's have prepared for. The first? A'stel, a bluerider who Impressed with K'del, hasn't spoken at all of the meeting's contents, but has been seen around the Weyr looking thoughtful. It's that thoughtfulness that's sparked even more gossip for in the absence of news, people will make things up. While she's moved most of her personal effects into the Weyrwoman's weyr, for these lunches, Iolene's opted to continue to utilize her old, cozier home, and the table has been set for a light lunch for two: finger sandwiches, two bowls of some sort of chowder of the day, and fruits. There's also a carafe of juice and a pot of tea kept warm by the lit hearth. Looking far from nervous, Iolene's sitting at one of the four chairs waiting, legs crossed, with the top swinging idly. To keep her busy while she waits? There's a hide held in one hand that she's perusing for perhaps the fifth time, but no one really needs to know that. Enter E'gin, looking put together for this particular meeting. Scraggily hair is combed back, tucked neatly behind his ears, his riding leathers neat and he's tucked in, even his scruffy facial hair seems tidied up. Though he looks far from thrilled about entering into this particular weyr, his drawn facial features give him a pensive look. He doesn't wait at the entrance, he was invited, a confident stride brings him to the back of a chair opposite Iolene, his only greeting a half smile should she look up. "Iolene." He's here, which is something. Iolene, reading over that hide for the seventh time (not that she's really counting), glances up and favors E'gin with a small smile. It's welcoming and genuine, but not abundant in any other emotion. Her eyes still carry the tiredness of the last few months of trial and possibly new lines of the stress of the last sevenday or so. "Have a seat. Don't worry. This isn't formal," the last is added after a down-up study of how he's tidied himself up. The hide is folded in half and tucked underneath herself. "Did you want juice? Tea?" E'gin does indeed take a seat, but doesn't lose the formal air about him. It is only after he studies her face for a moment, the tiredness, the lines, the stress, that he softens a little. He glances at the juice, and then the tea, considers and then shakes his head. "I'm fine, thank you." His hands glasp on top the table, in a lets get down to business sort of way. Iolene is her grandmother's child (more or less), and half-rises, using little tongs to put two sandwich wedges onto the plate before the brownrider and then a few southern berries, "We picked them and brought them. They're something else, really." The drinks, however, she'll let E'gin serve himself as she then fills her plate and takes one of the little grilled cheese wedges she's picked out for herself, dipping it into her cream chowder to stir it up. "It's... unexpected, isn't it? I mean, this whole situation." "Oh?" E'gin's offer to their conversation of berries. Adding, "Thank you." To the plate set before him. Waiting for her to settle back down in her seat before he picks it up and takes a small bite, perhaps one of the things he's been studying in all those hides is etiquette. A breath passes between the question and his answer, "Some parts more than others." "It...," Iolene starts to explain, and then stops with a half-hearted shrug. "Hindsight is always better, isn't it?" It'll suffice as she finally takes the soaked sandwich and munches on it. "If I had known, we'd have stayed in the Weyr. But it never seemed possible. Oh well." She polishes off the rest of the wedge and takes the spoon to her chowder to stir absently. "I have some ideas of where to go from here. I can't lie that I haven't been thinking of how the Weyr could be better, what changes could be made, but I never dreamed I'd have the opportunity to- but... I need ideas, and smart people with those ideas to help me." There is silence from the opposite side of the table as E'gin listens to Iolene's story, when she has finished he inclines his head in a nod. Where she takes the conversation next however has his lips drawing tightly, any visible relaxing preivous to this, and there wasn't much, is gone. "Make the Weyr better." He repeats the statement, begins to say something and then pauses, "Which is why I am here?" Eyebrows raise in surprise, "I don't see how I can help you in your position much." Simply, as if expecting this response, perhaps A'stel said as much the same: "I'm going to abolish the position." It's placid and flat, everything Iolene tends not to be, as she reaches for a second sandwich to put on her plate before sipping from her chowder. "You should try some of it. They do something amazing with tubers and carrots. I think there must be parsnips in there too, but the cooks won't tell me their secret." E'gin is surprised, but it answers at least one of his questions so he sits back to think for a moment, "And what of K'del will he lead without help? He already has to deal with a lot." He ignores the suggestion of food. Instead settling back into his chair waiting for a response. Iolene's smile returns, that thin one that doesn't ever reach her eyes much anymore. "You're not understanding. It's something we've always had to agree to disagree on. Positions deserve merit. Leadership should be based on merits rather than something accidental left to chance. I'm hoping to dissolve the idea of Weyrleadership entirely and move towards an elected council with representatives from the riders and residents, as well as the council of goldriders as, I've learned without training," there might be the slightest note of acidity in that last phrase, "Queens command, dragons obey, so any leadership council will inevitably include the goldriders." Goldriders. Plural. Not one Weyrwoman. "Excuse me? You've always thought positions should be deserved by merit? That is what I've been saying since we got here. It was the /council/," No saving on the irony in his voice here, "That thought power should be decided by pedigree." He's managed to keep his voice tightly controlled and even offer a little grin, and then waves his hand, "But that doesn't matter now. I have some questions." He doesn't wait to be asked what they are, "Is K'del on board? What happens if the golds just decide to ignore the council?" He frowns, "And what happens when thread comes generations from now? I can't imagine thread waiting for a council to make a decision." "No, you wanted to play by their rules. I didn't. That's where we disagreed. We're not playing by their rules anymore." Iolene's voice doesn't rise to his bait. "You should eat some more." The other questions he has? She'll let them stew for a little while as she picks through her chowder for the yummy bits. The tubers. The carrots. Those elusive little parsnips. "You aren't playing by their rules." E'gin corrects gently, "And I'm not sure I want to play by your rules either. And this isn't about playing it is about people's lives, are you sure this is for the best of the weyr?" He pauses and very purposefully asks again while she mulls over his other questions, "Is K'del with you on this?" Iolene will evade the question of K'del forever, but there are so many other juicier ones to tackle, such as: "And leaving the forever leadership of an area that's supposed to be protecting people to the whims of a dragon's mating cycle is better? That people like Tiriana can be leaders forever without repercussion until someone is strong enough to decide to try and move them out? K'del's plan could have gone in a lot of different ways, and most of them poorly for the Weyr if the Council had decided not to support his claim that his Weyrwoman was too unstable to lead. That doesn't sound like a recipe for protecting people's lives either. It doesn't sound very stable for leaders to be in a position forever and prone to bribes and exiling a whole group of people to an island to die." She's earnest, at least, even if that rich voice of hers never rises above tepid. "You're not eating." "I'm not saying it is perfect, but to dismantle a system of goverment because you say you don't want to play by their rules..." E'gin pauses, probably reprimanded to take another bite of his lunch. "And a council is better?" He questions her carefully, his meaning clear. "The Weyr's government was set up this way for a reason. It works. There are flaws, sure, and those should be addressed, but a council doesn't seem visible during a Pass." Now his break is deliberate. "I mean this question seriously, Iolene, without actually studying why things are the way they are now, why do you think you know better?" That gives Iolene pause and she looks up from churning her chowder. "You think I'm doing this because I don't want to play by their rules? Are you really that stupid?" "I think that is more than a little of it." E'gin says as he stands, leaning over the table to deliever his verdict. "And I'll have no part in." Clearly, and he excuses himself from the weyr. There's a cold note in Iolene's voice. She hasn't abolished the system yet. "I haven't dismissed you." But then, "You're free to go if you wish, however. |
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