Logs:Released
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| RL Date: 3 October, 2011 |
| Who: E'dre, K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: E'dre is released from his punishment. He also requests a transfer. |
| Where: Council Chambers, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 10, Month 12, Turn 26 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Leova/Mentions, Meara/Mentions |
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| The day has been a busy one - the Weyrlings had work to do outside, despite the weather conditions. Snow and sleet seem to be the only thing Reaches has had of late and the inhabitants of the Weyr are feeling the bitter-cold effects. E'dre is bundled up against the weather, his hair is soaked from the rain, and so are the rest of his clothes. He is quick to enter the relative shelter of the Council Chambers and he stamps his feet to clear his boots of any residual snow before he looks up and glances around for K'del. In comparison, the Council Chambers are toasty warm: it's easy to see why K'del is spending so much time in here, though it may also be said that Avalanche drilled this morning, and the weyrleader's damp boots and jacket can still be seen near the entrance. The man himself is sitting at the table, however, with papers spread out all around him and a mug of abandoned klah just off to one side of his elbow. He glances up as E'dre enters, but holds his silence for several long seconds until, carefully, in an even tone, "E'dre." There is only an answering salute to K'del's glance, a nod at the name before E'dre replies, equally even-toned, "Weyrleader." He doesn't remove his own damp jacket nor does he move to approach the table. His feet move into a V-stance as his arms go to clasp behind him. It's an awkward silence that stretches, with the tension in E'dre's shoulders perhaps hidden by his jacket. The awkward silence, that tension; it all serves to make K'del uncomfortable, too, and his gaze flicks away from the brownrider and back towards his papers. Finally, "Take your jacket off, shells, before you catch cold or something." There's a beat, and then, "I've heard improved reports, of late?" "Yes, you should've only heard good reports, I figure," E'dre replies as he removes his jacket. He folds it in front of him and takes a step closer to the table. Still he doesn't move to seat himself. "I was hoping that the reports would be good enough that perhaps you'd be willing to let me.. grad--," he cuts himself off, redirecting his wording less they be misconstrued. "be free of the restriction. I have learned my lesson." "Meara thinks you're ready," is K'del's remark on the subject, spoken to the forearms that he's placed flat on the table, rather than E'dre himself. "I'm glad to hear it." He's silent for several seconds more before, finally, he turns his attention back on the brownrider. "Do you... understand why I was upset with you? E'dre?" "Yes sir," E'dre replies, "I understand perfectly why you were upset with me." If the question was leading towards an explanation, E'dre is holding back. He resettles his jacket further away from his body as his shirt is now starting to get damp. "I'm glad that Meara found me satisfactory." It's very clear that K'del finds all of this deeply uncomfortable; moreover, there's something in his gaze, just barely, that implies a certain, desperate pleading-- almost. "I--" he begins, but breaks off before he gets anywhere, shaking his head. "Good. Okay. Fine. Great. If Meara's happy, and you understand, then, okay, I guess you can show up for drills tomorrow?" E'dre notices the gaze, but his own emotions are kept as close in check as he can manage. His gaze, evenso, may still be a little steely. He clears his throat, shuffles his footing, and glances around the room for a moment. Finally, he looks back to K'del and opens his mouth to speak. He closes it, licks his lips, clears his throat one more time and then finally spits out, "I actually wanted to request a transfer, sir." That? That request? It seems to floor K'del, whose gaze shots up and goes wide: he stares at E'dre like a small animal caught in a bright light. For some, long seconds he doesn't seem to know what to say and then, finally, "Because of this? Because... I punished you?" E'dre shakes his head, furrowing his brow. "No, K'del. That'd... that'd be awfully petty and silly of me. I even know better than to run because you have a disagreement, though...," now it seems the brownrider is unable to hold his thoughts in check so he rushes on, "it did prompt me to finally decide to go. I've, well, I've honestly thought of doing it for turns now." He hesitates, then adds, "I'm sorry.. if.. the timing is off." K'del's cheeks go pink as E'dre explains, but at least that shell-shocked surprise seems to wear off over time. Finally, after the tiniest of little nods, he says, "No, no, it's fine. If you want to go, it's-- well. It's fine. I'll--" He hesitates. "Have to tell them. You know that, right? Hattie and N'muir?" "That'll be fine. I'm hopeful they don't mind. I asked.. not long ago.. I had a conversation with Hattie about whether or not they'd be willing to take me on as a transfer. I'm hopeful she'll remember that, and well, this transgression can be... brushed under the rug," E'dre replies, rocking back on his heels and puffing out a long breath. The earlier tension and awkwardness that the brownrider had been feeling has left him, it seems, as he moves over to settle into a chair. "You have to understand.. things have not been.. good for me. It's why, I, well. I did what I did." K'del gives a slow nod in response to the first of what E'dre has to say, attempting, albeit thinly, an actual smile. He relaxes as the brownrider sits down, though his expression turns rueful. "I-- I'm sorry to hear that." It's followed, after a beat by, "You know you can always come and talk to me? As your Wingleader? I mean... while I still am. If there's problems, it... helps." Another beat. "Not trying to make things hard on you, you know?" E'dre lifts a shoulder in a shrug, his hand splaying out on the table. "Talking to people? Never made any of it better. I would never think to bother you - Wingleader or Weyrleader - with my troubles." He swirls his finger on the table for a second and then slides both hands back into his lap. "I just think, no, well, I'm hopeful an entire change of /place/ will bring me... something." He grins, leaning back in the chair as he reaches a hand up to brush through his still damp hair. "Dunno. Leova thought I was chasing green-tail, y'know? But it's not that." "No? Never made /anything/ better?" K'del plainly doesn't believe that, but he's not inclined, it seems, to really push the issue. "I guess..." he begins, finally, "sometimes it helps. To start over again, as it were." His expression twists into a smile again, albeit a rueful one. "Hope it does work, at any rate. Would rather people be happy than not." E'dre nods his head and moves to push the chair back so that he can stand. "We'll see. I at least will find the start a good enough reason to start /myself/ over again, too." He hesitates, then adds: "I do think you are a good Weyrleader, sir. I'm sorry.. well, I'm sorry my actions tarnished how you thought of me before I left." K'del rises, moments after E'dre does, and reaches across the table: he evidently intends to shake the brownrider's hand. "I hope so," he says, genuinely. "And-- I'm sorry that you've been unhappy, E'dre. I'll write that letter for you this afternoon, get it sent off. Hope Fort is everything you hope it will be, right?" "One can have hope, yeah?" E'dre questions, reaching across the table to give a firm handshake. "Thank you. I appreciate it, sir. If they won't have me, I promise to find a way to stay on track her regardless of my feelings." He looks to the door, then back to K'del. "If you have nothing else for me? I'll leave you to your work." As K'del's hand returns to the table, he smiles. "If they don't accept you, we'll work something out, okay? Something new." He tips his head towards the brownrider, and adds, "Yeah, get going. Suspect you'll have packing to do, or something. Soon, anyway. Have a good one, E'dre." E'dre offers a crisp salute as he says, "Thank you." Then it's a turn on the heel of his boot and he's pulling on his still damp jacket as he heads towards the door. He doesn't look back as he opens the door and heads out once more into the cold. |
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