Logs:Report from Telgar
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| RL Date: 5 February, 2013 |
| Who: Brieli, Jo |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: There's a plot afoot to replace the High Reaches Weyrwomen. Jo fills in Brieli and they chat. |
| Where: Brieli and Iesaryth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 26, Month 12, Turn 30 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Teris/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions |
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| Brieli and Iesaryth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr This hollowed out bubble cavern is large enough to fit at least three large dragons, the immensity dwarfing what little furniture is visible. A small portion of the room contains a personal bath, enclosed by a carefully carved out strip of rock wall. Faint tendrils of stream waft from the corner, permeating the immediate area with a merging of warmth and cooler temperatures. In the outermost room, a large stone table is centered in the entranceway, five chairs of wicked wood surrounding it, atop it a bowl of seasonal fruit. Nearby is an old elevator-pulley trap door to the kitchens - rusted, but coming back to life. The further corner forms the ledge entrance; nearer the baths is a grouping of stands and ceiling hooks that hold a collection of lush, green plants and hanging brightly coloured glass beads. Just next to the greenery is a large glassed-in bookshelf built into the well - only holding a few books and keepsakes - as well as two large, cozy-looking armchairs. Behind a curtain made of more brightly coloured glass beads is a smaller, blue-wash walled room, one that is mostly filled by the big bed, made up in shades of blue to match, and lots of pillows. On the wall over it is a large, beautifully made quilt, its deep blue oceanic tones broken only by the gold of sunbeams in rounded patterns, circling sunbursts in shades of blue. At the foot of the bed is a ornately carved chest that matches the sweet redwood wardrobe that stands along the far wall. A short tunnel from this room leads into another that is a little larger, and contains an ornate desk and set of shelves that are both almost too neat to be believed - a cozy, private study nonetheless. It's late into the evening at High Reaches, on a clear night that has the reflection off the snow providing near enough light to see by outdoors, despite the dark and cold. Iesaryth isn't bothered by cold as long as she can watch the bowl, the skies above, as interested in the comings and goings of the Weyr's dragons as her rider might be of its people. Brieli doesn't like the cold; the curtain is closed behind the queen to keep the heat in the massive rooms that they share, still remarkably... empty for someone who's been in one place for so long. Though there's hidework on the table and a chair pulled back, the tall dark young woman is sitting in one of her chairs reading notes, boots kicked up to cross on the arm off to one side. She doesn't seem to be expecting company... though not-too-many people visit but to drop things off, anyway. This late into the evening, Jo is quite easy and bold enough to let herself onto the ground ledge of Brieli's weyr, ticking off a two-fingered salute towards Iesaryth along with a brief, "Tell yer lady I'm comin'?" That's it. She's not even pausing as she walks on by and pulls a curtain aside to let the cold and the light spill in and reveal her face. She spots Brieli immediately, a raked look briefly going up and down her and what she's doing, before she's stepping inside and letting that curtain drop behind her. Since it's warm within, she's undoing the clasps to her black leather jacket as she finally announces herself. "Nice place," is her greeting, flitting a look about. Yeah, it's probably dangerous and inappropriate to have the convict rider there - or, at least feel so. "Figured I would catch ya in. Got time for me?" And since she's barging in, she at least has the grace to lift up a hidden bottle to indicate that she didn't come without gifts. Iesaryth: faintly amused. There's a quiet whuff as Jo passes - perhaps she saw the bluerider approaching, and it's already done. That's certainly the impression as Brieli's swinging boots to the floor, regarding the other woman with a flat, dark look. The once-over is something she's apparently used to; she ignores it entirely in favor of standing, waving Jo in with hides in hand. At least the Glacier riders have been around as guards, though the weyrwoman was pretty adamant about her privacy then - maybe she understands the need for it now. Or maybe it's the gift. Either way, she still looks just mildly grouchy before allowing, "Probably better than out? I'm not doing much. Do you want to sit?" There's a gesture to the table, the other armchair. Take your pick. With Jo inside, she doesn't look to leaving despite the dark look she's getting. She even flashes a brief smile to it, almost a challenge. Either way, she's setting the bottle down on the table momentarily to peel the jacket off herself since it's warm inside, all in her bared, scarred arms glory. "I'll sit," she take graciously enough, setting her jacket to the side first before she drops into the armchair close to the weyrwoman. Gesturing towards the bottle, "Ya've had it before from me," she notes on the liquor, then settles back more comfortably now as she takes a more leisurely eye to the place. It's not everyday she's in a weyrwoman's space, after all, even though she barged in unannounced. While she's doing so, "Think I've got some interesting words for ya out of Telgar," is her casual statement, leading to the main reason why she was there in the first place: their agreement. Fine brows arch for a moment before Brieli sits back down, tossing her notes aside - though observant Jo might notice she's done so face down, perhaps another habit of hers. There's a flicker of her gaze down scarred arms, but she doesn't ask, nor does she seem to have any pity for the bluerider. Crossing her legs, she asks of the liquor dryly, "Will I need it?" Her own attention follows Jo's briefly, noting almost to herself, "It's a bit much. And do you?" That sparks interest, sudden and intent, in the goldrider's eyes. "Telgar. I hope it didn't cost you much." Cost her much, in the end. Observant Jo does indeed immediately look to those hides, finding them face-down in her presence. The lingering little smirk? She's entertained. "Ya might," is her short answer to needing the liquor, choosing not to sit very lady-like in light of Brieli doing so. "Or, it's merely because I'm generous to those I call friends. An investment." When she catches that spark of interest, that smile grows. As for costs, "I footed this bill, this time," she says to that, leaning back on an exhale. "Got a satisfyin' bonus in the end in a dazzlin' little barmaid. The things she told me..." Yeah. "Like, foreign bronzeriders with curls that liked to be called 'Weyrleader' while havin' her in a storeroom. Her words." Brieli might be ladylike, or she just might like how long legs look when booted and crossed as they are; she swings one foot idly, leaning over to rub a scuff off even as she watches Jo, clearly curious. "It's appreciated, either way," she notes, glancing to the bottle if only briefly. Drinking can wait. It might be better that way. The mention of the barmaid only draws a smirk - imagine that - but it fades in the wake of the bluerider's revelation. She wrinkles her nose girlishly. Ew. "Are you serious? That..." She just shakes her head, eyes widening like, wow. Classy. "I hope she told you more than that?" Jo can only laugh at the drop of Brieli's face on her comment about the bronzerider. "Don' do it for ya, huh?" she has to tease before returning back to topic with a brief nod. "She did, she did. "Like how tall he was, and how sweet he was..." Surely this was important points to spill, right? Jo's anything if not thorough. Leaning forward, her dark eyes gleaming, "Anyway. According to that sweet number, he was there on 'Weyr business'. More importantly..." and she pauses, her expression turning a tad less wry, "...she heard the rumor that a certain Weyr that doesn' have a senior Weyrwoman of their own...is lookin' to get one from one of their queens to be one. Since their queens are an 'appropriate line' and all." Pause. "Or so she's heard." Look turns pointed, her manner slightly more serious now. "How many guesses will it take on the Weyr in question, hm? Especially since they've got one of our own there." "Can you imagine? Really." It doesn't do it for Brieli, no. But does she look like the kind of girl that takes requests? With a grimace, she tells Jo, "I shouldn't be surprised, but... Ugh. Lucky she didn't laugh." The goldrider might. The description has her narrowing her eyes a touch as she listens to the bluerider, though whatever thoughts or annoyance clearly isn't directed at her. "The Weyr certainly isn't in question... 'Appropriate line'. I wonder how much that has to do with Ysavaeth, 'the exile queen' and all." Tapping fingers on the arm of the chair, she considers for a long few moments before tilting her head slightly, looking back the other rider's way. "Sounds very much like someone from around here. I wouldn't have expected that, but how many people outside would think of Teris?" Perhaps a bit resignedly, "There wouldn't happen to be much more in the way of details? I don't want to... assume the worst, give the wrong impression." Laughter greets that first, Jo supplying her with, "Well. I doubt she laughed. She seemed pretty willin' to call me the same afterwards. Some ladies like a little powertrip." She returns to the more serious matter, hands steepling together before her as she says, "Could very well do with the exile queen. By the comment, it looks like that could have been the general feelin' of the Weyr. Not sure. She seems to think the man was there to negotiate with Torani. And...do ya know a Prinavi? She told me that's the youngest one. Apparently from Iskiveth's last clutch, but she couldn't tell me for sure since it was before her time there." When Brieli guesses on the bronzerider being from around here, there's just a pinch of a smirk as she says, "Don' it?" Beat. "That's the last of what she gave me," she says now, studying Brieli with veiled interest. "I take it the woman wasn' there in Telgar all that long, but, she was quite taken with the bronzerider in question. A shame he never provided her a name, but, if I was on certain businesses, I don' give out my name all that much, either. It might get back to the wrong sorts. Ya know." Tartly, "Maybe that's the closest she's going to get." Brieli apparently has no time for slutty barmaids who don't bother to get names or supply a girl with more identifying details. Her smirk is humorless, and she assesses Jo for a moment before, "Telgar hasn't been all that... friendly. But Prinavi, at least, was here when Rielsath rose. Another disaster at High Reaches." With an eyeroll, she looks faintly... murderous at the bluerider's agreement, but: "Nor do I. I'm not surprised." She's not surprised by much, but she's obviously thinking, always thinking - it's as if one can see the gears moving. "Possibilities have to be eliminated before accusations are made. As usual." There's a heavy sigh before she can summon a flash of a smile. "Thank you, Jo. I thought you might be good at this sort of thing." "She seemed to want to be taken seriously," Jo muses on the barmaid idly, her shoulders rolling back a stretch. "As if a queen's goin' to give her that." There's a slight snort to that, eluding to what the convict rider really thinks about that. "She seems willin' to wait it out over there for any clutches to come, though. Good luck to her with that." Further words on Telgar, Jo doesn't look the least bit surprised to hear. "Different vibe, Telgar," she notes on her being there. "But at least no one seemed to notice me. I didn' stay all that long. Accusations." She echoes that words, having caught that slight murderous look. "I imagine so." Pause. She then inclines her head briefly to that thanks, the last getting a wry, "I'm good at all sorts of things. Especially things of interest. I'll continue to keep my ears open, while I'm out, in case I run across something else. Of course, if ya have any other needs," and there's a slight significant look. "Well. Don' need to be said. Need that drink, now?" "A queen can't even save you from being killed by some..." Brieli trails off rather than finish the sentence, shaking her head. "And the fact that there's talk of replacing us, she should know that it's not going to get her taken seriously either." But she doesn't seem too concerned about the fate of Telgari barmaids, more thoughtful still... and yes, perhaps there's some barely contained anger to her movements as she stands, goes for glasses. Even now, not straight out of the bottle. "Better not to stay long. Not to be noticed. That's smart. And I've said that before." She has to quirk something of a smile for that as she returns, offering Jo a glass. "Good at all sorts of things. And yes, I will let you know. It's appreciated. Both so far and in the future." But she still has to shake her head despite business-like demeanor; with a blink, "I wish I wasn't all that shocked that someone would think to... bring in someone else. I was expecting something different." The topic of death, Jo seems to know all too well about. Her demeanor shifts just a bit to something sharper and colder - the more 'business' Jo, perhaps - "Someone wants ya dead, not even a dragon can really save ya," the convict rider seems to agree to that. "She didn' seem all that bright when I talked to her anyway. People called her 'Dizzy' for a reason, evidently. I don' think she got the advice I gave her on the matter all too well." She watches Brieli's movements openly, not moving from her seat, commenting on the not sticking around with a little smirk and a, "Never had a problem blendin' in. Ya can be amazed." She straightens up to take the glass with a nod of thanks, after taking a long drink, "Folks are restless with the change 'round here, darlin'," to the last. "Been fieldin' some of the talk myself. Whole lotta distrust goin' around. Some even think it's bad for Hold-Weyr relations. Heard that one a few times." Lifting her glass, as if to toast to that, Brieli notes somberly, "Someone wants you gone... well. Best save yourself." She'll drink to that too, a slow, careful sip that has her staring off into space. 'Dizzy' and her issues seem forgotten. "It used to be easier for me to... slip around the sidelines. Listen. It's less so now, but we do what we can." Her lips purse as Jo tells her things she's likely already aware of, but she's still patient. "I know. It can't go much longer - but there's a way to sort things out, I think. Acting Weyrleaders haven't always been men. Or maleriders, even." A pause before, "Distrust - of? And the Holders... yes. Whatever is going to happen has to happen soon. Not that much has changed, but the perception of it isn't helping." Jo lifts that glass of hers and it seems to be both in toast to the weyrwoman and the comment is says. "Ya ain' lyin'. I had to learn that the hard way when I got locked up next to those that wouldn' mind slittin' my throat so much as look at me." When Brieli talks of easier times in being able to slip around, "Miss it any?" On the leadership issues, there's a light shrug to that as she nurses her drink before she answers, "Some don' trust the four of ya, together," she muses. "Others...Szadath's, I've heard. You, I've heard." She seems to find it amusing, anyway. "Sometimes H'kon. Folks'll get around to it though," she continues on, not seeming the least bit worried. "I tend to think folks are fickle. They'll believe what they want." She would know. "So long as they've got food on their plates and a place to rest their heads, any opinion can be swayed. One way or another." "No place for anyone. Locked up or the mines. Both seem... Well. I suppose being locked up is less likely to kill you. Less." Brieli's a little moody over her glass, looking into it with a dissatisfied expression. Not dissatisfied with the drink, apparently - she'll finish her glass for whatever thoughts have her looking so dark. "I miss being able to handle things on my own. But I wonder if that was a mistake from the beginning." There's a laugh for distrust of her specifically, glancing back Jo's way. "No doubt people listening to K'del. And... speaking of people who have a problem being taken seriously, Taikrin might surprise them." Maybe not. It's a risk. H'kon, she says nothing of. "And I think you're right at that. There's an initial reaction, then things settle. So long as we're on guard for things that have happened in the past... I don't see any reason anyone should care, unless it's a matter of pride. Unwillingness to follow a woman or a 'lesser rider'." "The mines ain' a good place, I can say that," Jo agrees after a grunt. "It changes a person. Sometimes, for the better." The last, non-committal, her not saying the more obvious 'for the worse'. She drains her glass then on the next, the convict rider shaking her head. "Doesn' hurt to have help," she agrees. "So long as that help don' trip ya up. Yer position, all this..." and she gestures a finger to indicate her weyr, or even the Weyr, "...it's tough. A lot of it's damned if ya do, damned if ya don'." There's even a light snort for hearing K'del's name, musing over that one before she says idly, "Been awhile since I've talked to that one. Might should drop by sometime." She firm nod and pointed look she sends the weyrwoman is for Taikrin, indicating she was firmly in the brownrider's corner. "She will." It's the last that has her regarding her empty glass on it, stating, "No one should care, and yet, there are those out there that do. Not sure if it's pride. Maybe." Quietly, "Not very often, though." Brieli knows that, but if she's from Crom, despite her weird lack of accent, she might have seen it. It takes her a moment to shake off the weight of memories, bring herself back to things she can do something about. Wryly, "You can't make everyone happy, that's certainly true. I don't think it's possible to make anyone completely happy; they like to complain too much. But there's ways to mitigate that - though I know there's certainly some people who would stand in the way. Who are." Pursing her lips, "Why not. Who knows what he's telling people." Jo's pointed look is met with a flicker of a smile before, "I want to give her a chance. It's the time for it." Watching the bluerider look at her glass, "Pride, maybe. Some people just can't conceive of a different world. Or a different perspective on it. They take what they're fed and believe it, repeat it like it's truth. When it's just one person's truth that they managed to get everyone else to buy into. Just need the right truth to sell." From the quirk of her lips, she has an idea of what it is. Or she's working on it. Quiet words being back the flicker of a haunted look in Jo's eyes, but the bluerider only acknowledges the comment with a brief, "Yep." She leans forward to set the glass down, not asking for a refill. On not making people happy, "There are ways around anythin'. I'm a patron of that philosophy. As for K'del, I'll check him out. We used to talk, once. Before I Impressed." The crooked smile that grows is indication of her being pleased on Brieli's willingness to give Taikrin a chance, and when the topic of what people are fed is shifted to, "Yeah. It's one of the things I hated about Keogh. Easier for some folks to stick to what's seen as tradition, to what's not seen as 'different'. Here, though, yer right. Right truth to sell. Somethin' tells me ya might have found a path to that." She sees that quirk of lips, her interest piqued. If Brieli notices Jo's haunted look, she doesn't mention it; she's clearly a few ghosts of her own. Setting down her own glass, finally, "Almost anything. I don't like to talk in absolutes. And if you like. Maybe he'll mention where he's been lately." By the significant look she gives the bluerider, she's got a few ideas. Returning the smile, if briefly, she'll push to her feet - apparently the chat is over, at least for now. "Tradition is sometimes blind adherence to what's gone before simply because it has. And as for the truth... well. The weyrwomen are the Weyr, as they say. Everything else can change." A pause before, "I appreciate the help, Jo." "I like to defy impossibilities," is Jo's overly-confident remark to absolutes, the bluerider clearly thinking she could possibly move a while mountain if she wanted to. "And, sure. Looks like K'del could use an old...friend." The smirk is nothing but trouble from one like her. Who knows what that could mean. "We'll chat over klah, ask about each other's health, see how our dragons have been gettin' on..." Yeah. Something was wrong with those words. Rarely has anyone seen a mug of klah in the woman's hands. Now getting to her feet and reaching for her jacket, "Good thing there's those of us who have clearer eyes 'round here," she notes on tradition, evidently not a fan of much of it. The response on truths get that amused two-finger tip off from her temple, acknowledging it completely. "Ya ain' alone in that, Brieli. Just so ya know." She pauses to slide back on her jacket before she adds, "Enjoy the drink. Ya know how to reach me, darlin'. Until next time." Her thanks, well received as she starts to head out of the weyr. With her own smirk, "Friend. Right." Brieli offers Jo a lazy little salute of her own, noting, "Good to know. And I will." That's all she has by way of farewell, going back to her notes and thoughts, though Iesaryth will offer a pleasant rumble on the way out. Nice job, Tacuseth's! |
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Comments on "Logs:Report from Telgar"K'del (K'del (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 05 Feb 2013 21:32:03 GMT.
I am so maligned. Woe.
Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 06 Feb 2013 00:06:24 GMT.
Ahahahaha. Oh Brieli.
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