Logs:Tell Me Whys
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| RL Date: 24 April, 2013 |
| Who: E'sren, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: The day after Sabella's accident, E'sren and Telavi (try to) study without her. |
| Where: Weyrling Training Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 7, Month 8, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Alida/Mentions, I'zech/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions, Meara/Mentions, N'gan/Mentions, N'ky/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Sabella/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Played on 25 April and backscened. Also, have a new old earworm! |
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| It's a glorious day outside, their dragons and a whole lot of other people are no doubt enjoying the shell out of it, so why are a couple of weyrlings holed up in the stuffy air of the barracks? Maybe because all those other people are out there, or because studying outside leads to distractions leads to not studying and possibly worse, smeared ink. Maybe, probably, because of the weyrling who's not studying with them. In any case, the question hasn't escaped Telavi, who sighs heavily for the third time in about the last quarter-hour and lifts her head to look desolately out towards the Bowl. If they were in one of his family's wagons, she'd be asking if they're there yet. Since the accident, E'sren has been... well, kind of the same for appearance's sake. He was pretty upset when it happened, but in a quiet way, and when they finally got through to him and he heard them saying it'd be okay, Sabella was alive and was going to be fine, he calmed down considerably. Sure, anxious; sure, stressed out; but calm. He got it together, and he's just been doing the normal things. Like studying with Telavi. He's patient through each of the greenrider's sighs, smiles a fond little smile every time she makes one, while he reads from the book and taps his pencil on his wrist rapid-pace. This most recent exhale draws his gaze up if not his chin, and he peers at her with a slight squint. "You okay over there?" "Nooo." At least Telavi doesn't sigh this time, but she does roll over on the couch onto her back, bare feet up in the air, her reading materials rolling with her so she can hold them over her head like a helmet. "I didn't even know what 'passive voice' was, and now it's everywhere. Everywhere! Listen to this, it's only the least uninteresting part: 'The curiously-named Afghan Formation's origins are murky but it is believed to have originated early in the Ninth Interval when a wing was assigned in trade by Weyrleaders blah blah blah to supplement the Igen contingent at blah blah lower-level turbulence was caused by the rock formation blah blah and was returned to High Reaches only to be modified by supplementing the green dragons at the periphery with a fresh quotient, is he even using 'quotient' right? of browns necessitated by the... and run on sentences, I tell you." Says Telavi, who is so very prone to them herself. "Why? Why? Tell me why." Why Sabella isn't there. Quite accustomed to these tangents, E'sren's pencil pauses rested on his wrist and he watches her roll and flip and hide with that same patience. It isn't the patience one shows an annoying child, it's simply the friendly patience of a friend who's really come to know another friend's mannerisms and kind of adores her for it. Usually he would share a smile with Sabella over one of these, but she isn't here. So he puts the pencil in his mouth, horizontal, while he listens to the report go on and on, absorbing the words and understanding them, but also understanding. When she's done and all the whys come, he takes the pencil out of his mouth and asks gently, "Would you like to talk about it?" "I don't know." The hidework drops down onto Tela's face, muffling her words. "How can you be so, so calm? Or look calm? No yelling, no slamming fists into walls so you can break your hand because that is the kind of solidarity that would really help, and why am I using the word 'solidarity' anyway." Getting tired of breathing parchment, and maybe worried about smudging the ink with her breath, she slides it up so it just covers her eyes and her cap of hair. "I'zech sounded pissed that they let her go up like that." So he's blaming the other weyrlingmasters, not Sabs. At least, to Telavi. She asks good questions. E'sren thinks about it for a second, lowers his eyes, then answers honestly, "I feel like it'd piss her off if I was making a huge deal out of it. I already feel kind of embarrassed for how I acted when it happened, I just... I didn't know if she was..." Dead? Alive? Both are bad so he doesn't say either, he just shrugs and smiles at her again. "Because she's your friend and you wanna be there for her. And we are. I just don't think she'd want us to freak out and make it all about her. We're here, we're studying." As for I'zech and his opinions, this is another moment of pause before an answer is ready. It doesn't take him more than a few seconds to think about it first, but he acts like he's putting a few hours' worth of thought into them. "I think it was an accident. A lot of little accidents rolled into one. Point one finger, three more point right back." He points three fingers at her, closing an eye to aim them. Tela wasn't there, she can only say, "I heard you were calling out for her." If anything, she sounds pleased beneath her mask. No sliced cucumbers for her eyelids, boring texts will have to do. "But she won't think we don't care?" If they don't freak out. Normally much more self-possessed even when she fidgets, just now it's not so much. Thus blinded, she can't see all the pointing, but she can ask, "How many fingers do you have up this time? It's easier to think it's an accident. But then I worry, what if it's not an accident. But nobody would be out to get Sabs." His hand drops to the table, useless since she can't see it, and he answers, "Three." Fingers. E'sren runs that hand over his hair, rumpling it now that it's long enough, and adds, "Yeah I probably was." Calling out for her. "I don't remember it a lot. But I was pretty fuckin' scared." Telavi's worry has him furrowing his brow at her, concerned as much for her now as Sabella yesterday. "She knows we care, Tela. She knows. She knows you care, taking care of her like you do." Pause. "Nobody's out to get anyone. Not you or Sabs, nobody, okay?" The corner of his mouth tugs up; smirking he adds again, "Everybody knows we're too tough, they can't even touch us." She's peeking over the top of the book by the end of this, all big bluish eyes under the cap. "There you go." Muffled. So is the chuckle that goes with it. Now the book's dropped towards her chin so Tela can talk over its edge, "So tough. Tougher than tough. You're big bad E'sren and never mind that Alida could take us both out by wiggling her pinky toe or something." A grin and quiet bark-laugh greet the idea of having their asses kicked by Alida. "No way, we could take 'er. Three against one, no sweat. None of us would graduate, but hey." Who needs that? E'sren drops his eyes down to the page he was reading and acts like he might make a new note on the blank page beside it, but suddenly he squints his eyes again and gestures with the pencil instead. "There I go what?" he asks in a 'hey wait what?' kind of way. "There you go, being 'tough,'" Tela says comfortably, tinged with friendly affection of her own. She yawns, and holds up her materials so she can actually look at them again... and when she does, it's as though a word catches her eye, for she gets focused to the point of being cross-eyed. Her voice drops, and she peers at him, now. Softer, careful to not be overheard, "It hasn't gone away, has it? The way they look at us. And I hate that there's a 'them.'" Oh, tough. E'sren's mouth turns into a little 'o' when she clarifies, then he looks down at the notes and the book and seems content to slip back into their companionable quiet-time when she absorbs herself with that word or whatever it is that has her staring at the page like that, but when she speaks up again he looks up and then leans in a little to hear her better when he realizes she's going to be quiet. He understands immediately, glances over his shoulder as if 'they' are right there. They're not though. "Hm. Well. I think they probably feel a little weird. I don't blame 'em, but at the same time I don't think it makes us different from them. It isn't like we get fed first or anything. We just get more work." "And get to listen in on the wingleader meetings," Telavi points out, where 'get to' is 'have to' but there's no secret between them that, for all that those meetings can get boring sometimes, she loves them. "We could, like, waylay one of them if we wanted to. And surely learning how to dance better has to be good for something." That would be scoffing, right there, but not unhappily so because dance time is fun. "And maybe some of us hang out together more than we would otherwise. Quielle was saying," because she spends some quality time with Quielle and N'gan too, "about how N'ky's going off on his lonesome all the time and then I realized right, that's true. It shouldn't be our jobs to do something about it? And if he wants privacy in this place who could blame him, I miss my own room and my own bed so much," there's quite a bit of fervency there, "so maybe that's all that is. Or maybe he's moping, but I don't like to be moped on. But I don't like to assume? But it's not our business. So maybe he's not our business, specifically, but maybe... trying to bridge the gap is? But I know you have been, and I have been some but this work is kicking me in the rear and sometimes it's all I can think about." During, E'sren's role is to simply show he's listening, that's all he has to do. Not interrupt, not stop her, just nod here and there, lift his eyebrows, make little 'mmhmm' noises. Some of it concerns him again, some of it makes him grin, and in the end it's the latter of those two that he's demonstrating. "You haven't thought about this at all," he comments wryly. "I think... I think it's gonna be okay. I mean N'ky's kind of doing his own thing right now, I don't think we're responsible for that, but we should probably talk to him since he's one of us. Responsible makes it sound... I dunno. Silver thread-y. Like how they think we sound." Grin. "Our job is to become awesome dragonriders, right? The rest is just extra." And he might have had more to add, but just then a weyrlingmaster wanders in, and sees them with their heads so close together, so he stops and pretends to be looking over something Telavi is showing him on her parchment, and starts talking about wing formations. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Sat, 27 Apr 2013 02:14:00 GMT.
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Talky Telavi! xD I like her long run on sentences, they're just maddening enough to be cute. X3 Seriously, I love that she just... talks.
And E'sren. He's being 'tough' alright, and I think he's doing a really good job of it. Just think, Tela might go passionately punching walls and screaming "Sabella" to the heavens. While it rains. Uhm... oh yeah.
Nice scene! :D
Zian (Zian (talk)) left a comment on Sat, 27 Apr 2013 13:47:09 GMT.
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<3 <3 Both of them. And we should get fed first! Rawr!
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