Logs:Absolution
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| RL Date: 11 December, 2014 |
| Who: K'zin, Prinavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Telgar Weyr, Healer Hall |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'zin partners Prinavi at a dance during the Crom gather. They talk quietly of Teris, absolution, and other things. |
| Where: Crom Hold Gather Grounds, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 7, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: J'sran/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions, Teris/Mentions, Torani/Mentions, Y'stin/Mentions |
| Storyteller: Rose/ST |
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| The morning hadn't been promising, with a drizzle of rain making mud of many a path on the gather grounds, but afternoon brought sunshine and more faces, a trend that only increases as the dusk comes, offering a wealth of new diversions for the savvy gather-goer. Dancing gets to be at the top of this list, the pavilion having many in their gather finery (and some simply in their best which ranges from serviceable work clothes to slightly more than rags because everyone loves a gather). K'zin is here, though with dancing to be had so close to home, he's not likely to be anywhere else. There's no obvious evidence of a particular companion as he's been smilingly partnering many a girl who lacked a partner. He has claps for the Harpers when there's a song change, though he hasn't touched a drink other than water all evening, so he's still on good behavior which might explain why he hasn't yet "misplaced" the bronzerider knot on the shoulder of his deep blue and peach-accented gather doublet. Without the weight of the Weyrwoman's knot on her shoulder, or a gold dragon visibly in tow, Prinavi is just another girl in the sea of them and while some might murmur at the audacity of Telgar's Weyrwoman out making merry so soon after /that/ whole debacle (though which one they mean is suspect), there's not many at Crom who recognize the dark haired beauty. Her own reel of partners have come and go, and one final swirl in the last song has her standing in front of K'zin. The convivial expression on her face freezes, even as her hands lift automatically to the positions the next song calls for. Not... who K'zin expected to come face to face with here at Crom and the bright smile he wore moments before mimics the Weyrwoman's freeze before diminishing slightly. He's not unfriendly, if anything he's polite, lifting his own hands to match. He'll be her partner for the turn on the dance floor if she raises no objection. "Ma'am," it's as innocuous a greeting as he can probably think of short notice and still within the bounds of duty, rank and all that stuff he hardly cares much for. "Enjoying the gather?" It is his obligation as the male partner in the dance to begin the trivial conversation they might share in time with the rhythm of the song. "Ma'am?" Prinavi mutates her expression into a crestfallen one. "After our history together, it's come down to ma'am?" Her hand tightens about the elbow she's claimed, and the one that's slipped easily into his hand draws him oh so subtly closer. "And small talk? I expected better of you K'zin." K'zin's brows have always been expressive. Now they're dipped down and the skin of his forehead wrinkled in confusion. "You're not wearing your knot. I thought maybe I oughtn't invoke your name." There's a touch of humor there, as if by the mere whisper of 'Prinavi' they will set the Crom gather afire with fresh rumors of... well, dancing isn't terribly scandalous in of itself, but who knows what the rumor mill could grind that into. "I'm sorry about Teris," comes his low murmur. "For all of it. I'd never have taken her to the infirmary if I thought..." But what dragonrider would? Prinavi's shoulder, the one where her knot usually rests, twitches. It has a life and opinion of its own, it would seem, and the lack of a knot, and the reminder of such lack, incites a reaction enough, at least physically, that implies that that was not an easy decision for the ambitious goldrider. "I suppose you're right," she allows for his reasoning, a glance cast to the nearest couple, who are favored with a brief, brilliant smile before the young woman's taking a step into K'zin. The pretense (or reality) of all her considerable attention is on him. Her words low, "I didn't come here to think about tha- her." But now that she is... "But thank you for your-," condolences? thoughts? "-words. I'm sure it was harder for you than for me." K'zin's actions in answer are meant as an assist. If she doesn't want them overheard, he's no reason to want it either. He meets her eyes for a moment or two and then clears his throat. "Is it something I can help with? What you came for." The bronzerider is ever willing if not always eager to please, which probably made it all the harder for him to say no to Teris and start this whole mess. Well, that part of it, anyway. "Is it, K'zin? Is it?" Under any circumstances, this could be a come on, what with those lush dark lashes and the half-curve of her mouth. But this is Prinavi, and everything she does could be taken with a grain of salt. "Honestly," which is a dangerous word off her lips, "I don't know how I should feel about any of this and Y'stin would prefer I mourned as would be appropriate. But I don't see him mourning. Are you? You two were... close?" That Prinavi has more in common with Rasavyth than Rasavyth's rider might well be known between them by now. The dragon is the brains and K'zin is just there to look pretty. "We'd very much like it to be," is offered in a way that leaves little doubt that Rasavyth is part of this offer. To be helpful to a senior queen, even if it's not their senior queen? Why not. The bronzerider's expression is openly troubled. "We shared a weakness," one that K'zin beat, supposedly, at Telgar, "which forges a bond, but not the sort that one could rightly call friendship. She thought she needed me, so she came." It's a simple explanation. While K'zin's own addiction was not well known, it was not well hidden either in those early months after Rasavyth's injury, but his dependence was abolished by the time he came asking to make himself useful at the Weyr. "I don't know that there are many that will mourn a woman like Teris. Not properly. She had family, I think." He thinks, but is uncertain, even in saying so. "Did she?" Prinavi asks that with the air of a woman who doesn't quite care, and certainly doesn't care enough to mask her lack of interest. "She was difficult, even when I stood for Iskiveth's clutch, she wasn't welcoming and even afterwards." The young woman's voice trails off. "Keep in mind, K'zin, Telgar and I don't care what happened. We don't blame you. But-," curiosity lightens her eyes, "-What happened? Do you know?" "I can imagine," K'zin can't do more than that. "It can't be easy Impressing gold. All that... stuff." So eloquent and descriptive is the bronzerider of very little brain. He must have thought before now, perhaps even been asked before now, what happened. "She came to see me about the fellis. Iskiveth went with Ras to watch him flame trees outside the Weyr, sort of like always." It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for the gold to seek such entertainment when K'zin was back in Telgar. "I told her I couldn't help." That it comes out couldn't and not wouldn't can't be a mistake, but it's smoothly delivered so maybe the substitution is one unconsciously made for him by the master puppeteer. "That's when Iskiveth came back. Ras says she was with him one moment, then up and betweening the next. He didn't even know she didn't make it out until he did." And by then, everyone else already knew, even if only for a few heartbeats. "I. See." Prinavi whirls out and then back in, as the song dictates, so K'zin's arms and hers are in some complicated seeming entanglement about their waists. "When I became Weyrwoman, J'sran and Y'stin told me what was going on." Viyareth's rider leans her head back, as if the pair of them were intimate lovers rather than once colleagues. The farce of it all is easy enough to believe: her as plush and pretty as she is, and him as good looking. Andplusso, it lets her murmur sweet nothings in his ear. "I put an end to fellis at Telgar for her. I'd hoped she'd sober up." "I hoped she would too. After I left." After her other local resource dried up, he means. K'zin's dancing is more superb than his political know-how, and his words ring true rather than a calculated falsehood to be agreeable. "In the end, though, making her come off it just to choose to die..." That, he sounds disgusted by. "I hope the Hall sees to that healer, if Madilla hasn't torn him limb from limb and rearranged the parts already." She probably hasn't, if she's back. Her reputation would suggest it an unlikely scenario. As the song draws to an end, K'zin shifts his hand to pull Prinavi close as though to share one final intimate moment before the cover of the clapping fades away, "You'll let me know if there's anything I can do for you." It's hopeful, not instructive. An offer, not an expectation. Prinavi reaches up, cupping his cheek with one hand and the other placed on his chest in a gesture all too familiar. The finger tips caress, even though the palm just holds his face. "Oh, K'zin. We're long past the days where there's anything you can do for me. I'm weyrmated now, don't you know?" It's not what he meant, but it's how she's chosen to take what he's said. The smile that graces her face does not light up her features, slanted more towards grimace than anything happy. "It's a dirty business, but we'll be following up with Healer Hall shortly if they haven't received our message." As if that kind of message can be ignored. She's just about to push away when she pauses, looking up with overly big eyes that, for once, are likely as genuine as they appear. "Thank you. For not asking about Torani." And with that, Prinavi sinks back into the crowds. "Girlfriend," K'zin half-gasps quickly in answer (as in he has one) to the weyrmating. No one ever seems to believe him or care when he says that, but he'll volunteer it anyway. He gets points, right? Even if they're already moving on to some other more important thing? "You'd have told me if--" the bronzerider begins, but the end is easily guessed, 'if she wanted him to know.' He doesn't pursue her to say the rest, though his look lingers at her back (north of her waist!) for a moment before he's turning to find yet another partner for the next dance. |
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