Logs:Handling Igen
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| RL Date: 24 November, 2014 |
| Who: Azaylia, K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: The Weyrleaders decide what to do about Igen, and the conversation that follows is a tense one. |
| Where: Council Chambers, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 10, Month 5, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Hattie/Mentions, Lilah/Mentions, Nimae/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions |
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| Council Chambers, High Reaches Weyr At the heart of this oblong cavern is its meeting table: a long hardwood oval with a mirror's dark shine, High Reaches' sigil picked out in lapis and onyx at its center. Twenty chairs surround it, each softened by an embroidered cushion that's just a little too stiff for complete comfort -- meetings need to be kept short, after all -- with the chair at the table's head, facing the ledge, being somewhat larger than the rest. Interspersed between glowsconces upon the smooth walls, ancient tapestries depict the territories High Reaches protects in a particularly pastoral fashion, all fluffy clouds and fluffier llamas, or else fishing crafts sailing merrily out to sea. Among them is also a natural alcove, its several wooden shelves primarily stocking fine wines and liquors as well as the glasses to serve them, though the lower shelves also hold whatever hidework requires particularly frequent attention. A narrow wooden door leads to the Records room, while the tunnel that extends to the weyrleaders' ledge is wide enough for three men to walk abreast, with just enough kink in it to block the wind.
Now that he's without wingsecond duties, K'del has been doing the rounds of the wings, observing their practices and generally making notes, here and there; so far, he's not interfering, which seems to please his riders. Those weyrlings are flying with the wings, these days, as close as they are to graduation; that, too, requires observation. Now, with that particular duty taken care of, he makes his way towards the council chambers. "Azay-- oh, there you are." In his chair, though that only seems to draw a quirk of his mouth, a shake of his head, before he seeks another one. "Afternoon!" Azaylia greets, pleasant if distracted. She finishes writing her thought and gathers up her papers, "Oh don't," It's a soft scold, either meant for his seeking out another chair or for her claiming his for so long. She's up and about, having literally kept K'del's seat warm as she scoots over one. "Were you looking for me?" She sounds mildly surprised, but even more curious. "Hraedhyth didn't say." For now, she reaches for a mug and pours herself some warm water, "Klah?" She'll have her tea, of course. K'del's shrug is easy enough; he alters his path, dropping into his chair in an idle enough way, though that's belied by the seriousness of his expression. "Igen," he says. "We need to answer their letter; give them something. Promise that it was not a sanctioned act, and that those involved are being disciplined." He's got the letter with him, laid out upon the table, now, though he doesn't move to reread the contents. "Or you could visit, if you liked. Might be better you, than me." Azaylia gives a long sigh through her nose at the mention of Igen. "I wonder if sending something like nice wine with the letter would be too..." She doesn't have the word for it, waving a hand as she sits and pulls her steeping cup closer. "I don't know what R'hin was trying to pull." Reminded of the incident, the Weyrwoman's gentle smile fades, face a pensive mask as she considers the situation. "A visit is probably better-- wait, no. It would be disrespectful to ignore their ban. Goldrider or not, I'm still from High Reaches. A letter would be best." There's a tilt of her head, brows lifting as she peers from beneath them, "What do you even suggest we do with 'your' man?" A tease that falls somewhat flat. K'del looks visibly, deeply horrified at the idea of the wine; "No," he says, quickly. "That would make matters significantly worse, I think. He was trying to get us influence at Igen, by putting a High Reaches rider in as Weyrleader." Whether or not he believes Azaylia actually needs that explanation, he gives it, aiming his gaze towards the ceiling rather than the goldrider. "As far as I can tell." And plainly, he's not in a teasing mood; that gets removed. "I'll talk to him. We'll work something out. Can't believe he's not sorry about putting a young bronzerider like that in the hot seat. No, we'll have to accept Igen's ban and hope Nimae relents in time. We apologise, we accept our wrongdoing, and leave it at that." There's a flail of her hand at his horrified expression, "Okay, no wine then." Unfortunately, not everything can be solved with booze, despite what 'Reachian riders might think. R'hin's motivation draws a long breath from her, lips thinning. "I was hoping you heard a different reason..." Not hard to believe, with the oniony layers that make up the mind of Leiventh's rider. "That... High Reaches is doing well. It's not... it's not perfect but much better than it has been, and he goes and does this." There's obvious disgust, though not surprise, "You probably should. He'll likely go on about how I'm a 'silly little weyrwoman' if I try. How I don't grasp the grand scheme of his..." Another fluttering hand, "Schemes." Azaylia gives a curt nod, "Sounds like it's all we can do. I hope the ban doesn't last long." For political, as well as personal reasons. Igen carries the best of what Azaylia spends her marks on. This time, now, K'del turns his gaze on Azaylia, regarding her speculatively, and with some surprise. "R'hin has done an awful lot of good for this Weyr," he says. "This screwed up, but if it'd gone right... I can see the appeal. Just a reminder, for everyone, that he's human." He doesn't address the rest, but rises, picking up the letter as he does. "I'll draft something, send it by for approval?" Beat. "Unless you'd like to do it." "Of course he has." Azaylia agrees easily, "But it doesn't make him easier to deal with, at times." As for the appeal, she gives a little shake of her head. "We have High Reaches, and that's all I could want. We should let other Weyrs belong to themselves." There's no heat behind the argument, likely thinking out loud given her pensive expression. When K'del stands, she seems surprised, "O-oh. Sure. You seem eager to be done with this issue." There's a soft smile and a nod. "Busy day?" In particular, as he seems eager to get back to it. "Don't want to control other Weyrs," says the Weyrleader, with a shrug. "Wouldn't mind more friendly faces, though; no Weyr can do without them, whatever we say." The letter gets folded in a methodical fashion, one fold after another, before he tucks it back into his pocket. "Mm? Oh, no more than usual. Didn't want to interrupt your day, though. Know you were out this morning." "Not as long as I'd like, I'm afraid. I went to see Hattie, but our visit was cut short." Speaking of friendly faces. "She's... well. Seems as though there's trouble at Fort, though I've no idea what they are." And with her own gentle shrug, Azaylia knows it's not any of her business. Her gaze flicks up to K'del, words gentle, "She thinks you're seducing one of her juniors. Eliyaveith's." Then again, "Of course there are awful rumors," When is there not? "It doesn't look good, but..." The Weyrwoman holds up her palms, casual and harmless, "I'd believe you if you said otherwise." There's a strained smile, "They must not see how you are with your family." K'del's fingers tighten on the back of the chair, where they'd moved before Azaylia had really gotten into the swing of her words. Now, he turns his attention to her, mouth tightened to sharpness. "Hattie invariably thinks the worst of me," he says. "So what's new?" "She does." Azaylia admits with something like a wince, "It makes things... tense, sometimes." There's no defending either way, so she simply moves on with a sip of her tea. Though K'del is likely to leave, she intends to stay inside and catch up with what she has missed this afternoon. "Like you said, friendly faces are good for us. For the Weyr. If Lilah's your friend, then she is." She places her cup back down and crosses her arms, leaning on the table as she looks to the Weyrleader. "I'd hate to do anything to upset you and Cadejoth. And Hraedhyth tolerates other queens, but not when they spend the night. She's still rather attached to Cadejoth, he's her mate." There's nothing accusatory in the Weyrwoman's tone, simply informative. "I'm asking if you wouldn't have her spend the night again. It's... I feel like you're disrespecting Hraedhyth." She may not stand up for herself, but like any rider her dragon is the sensitive spot. "Azyalia," says K'del, after a moment's pause, his voice very calm. "In all the turns that I have been with Ali, has she ever stayed the night here?" The answer is no. "Do you honestly think I would disrespect Hraedhyth unless I had very good reason to? I chose not to send someone who was drunk home, between. She slept on my couch. I'm sorry that it upset Hraedhyth, but I would prefer that to my actions resulting in the loss of a queen, because her rider was not able to visualise correctly." Now, without waiting, he turns to go. There's a soft sound in Azaylia's throat, either of surprise or understanding at K'del's explanation. Her lips part, but he's already turned around and she leans back into her chair with a little frown. It's something to think on, something that distracts her from her work for a moment or two. It's with a soft sigh that she finally turns back to her work, taking time to regain the speedy confidence from earlier. |
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