Logs:Going To Get Them
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| RL Date: 23 May, 2009 |
| Who: A'son, K'del, Leova |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Debrief, after the tithe raid goes down. |
| Where: K'del's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: N'thei/Mentions, Tiriana/Mentions |
| The prisoner was handed over, made more or less comfortable up in one of those high-up weyrs, perfect for those with a fear of heights, as poor young Jamden apparently has. It was agreed, then: debrief in a few hours. A time, a place. Hours later, now that everyone has had time for clean clothes and a wash, K'del is waiting in the sitting area of his weyr, as requested, with fresh klah on the table not to mention some sweet pastries, impatient, all eyes on the door, and the riders he's waiting for. A'son arrives, having dumped this awful clothes off somewhere. Maybe he lit them on fire. Dropped them off his ledge. Who knows? Regardless, he shows up bathed, clean and even shaven. He's significantly more calm when he comes in now than he probably was hours earlier when he met K'del. That harsh look is out of his eye as he crosses the threshold into the weyr, seeking that same chair from a week or so ago. There's not much more than a grunt of a hello from him as he settles and waits for Leova. Newly-oiled Vrianth arrives minutes later, and not only that, she's aiming to flow right after her newly-dismounted Leova and into the dragon weyr at the very least, though should Cadejoth object, she may reconsider. The greenrider stays by her dragon's head as far as she gets, and calls over, "Here." "A'son," K'del greets, with a bob of his head and a grin that he can't quite keep of his face: they did it! It worked! Having without question had quite a bit more sleep than anyone else, it's no wonder that he's a little brighter, though he tilts his head towards the klah pot encouragingly, without taking any for himself. The arrival of Leova and Vrianth draws his attention up, brows raising just slightly, but Cadejoth seems utterly unconcerned by the invasion of /his/ space, even drawing himself back further to allow them all the room they could possibly want (and then some). /He'd/ want to be close to /his/ K'del, too. His rider, drawing himself towards his feet: "Want us to join you there? Or - not so far. Can talk from there?" The sound of Leova's here, pulls A'son's eyes to hers. Where the young man is looking chipper and happy over the night's events, he looks tired. So tired. A hand drags over his face and he simply leans his chin into it. He's silent as he watches K'del start to bring himself to his feet, remaining still in place. On another occasion, Vrianth would likely spare a more consciously appreciative thought for Cadejoth's consideration, but as it is, there's but a shared awareness of passing through his space to be where she needs to be. With Leova. Home. She'll squeeze just as far as she can, and settle there, wings kept to herself and her rider murmuring, "Have to get out, you know." To K'del, "Thank you." And: "S'fine." She's clean too, rusty hair combed back and still dark with damp, a bruise forming along her jaw. A little jittery, too, even as she sits at Vrianth's feet and leans against her leg. Cadejoth doesn't seem to mind this: Cadejoth /hums/ with excitement. His rider hesitates, then slides back into his chair, twisting his fingers about the armrests awkwardly, as he glances from one rider to the other. "I just--" He breaks off, shakes his head. "Wanted to say thank you. For all your work. Know you're tired, glad to be home and all. But--" Another pause. Struggling to put the words together properly, he finally concludes, "Need to hear how it all went down. Anything important, you think we need to know. Then, promise, you can sleep. Have a few days off, even." "Leova heard something?" A'son glances in her direction. "She woke me up. We waylaid two of them. They tried to leave with the wagons. The dragons waylaid /them/. The guys we caught gave us a little struggle." His voice becomes tight here as he glosses over the details of the actual encounter. "N'thei got there with the other riders. Got things under control. Pulled me off my guy." More tightness, lip twisting. "Took him off to the woods for a little discussion. /He/ gets clubbed in the head. Guy takes off." He starts to shrug. "You're going to have to get N'thei in when he gets back. So that you can hear whatever that one said to him while they were out there." He rubs his face tiredly, "Lonn- Leova. You remember everything the kid said, right?" Leaning against Vrianth, Leova's eyes are still dilated, not just her hair that's dark. Still, there's that indefinable /difference/, not quite relaxation, from all those days of her trip. She has a nod for hearing-something. And: "So /that's/ how it went down," timed to be for N'thei, and not happily. The kid, reported as quickly and tersely as a sweep report: "Lots of /please/. But. His uncle got him into it, he said. Mother's dead. Said he didn't know a lot of them, makes me think they weren't all local. His name's Jammy... Jamden. Tried to get a better read on some of the other voices, couldn't quite, might come to me in the morning. Later, I mean." Only then, "N'thei get anything? That he remembers." K'del listens with rapt attention, his expression almost leaning towards /longing/, though he keeps it as unemotional as he can. Mention of N'thei draws him out of that, at least: his nose wrinkles. Definitely a conversation he's looking forward to. "N'thei." Repeated for emphasis. That gets slotted in before A'son continues; when the baton gets passed to Leova, he turns his head in her direction, watching, across the room. "Looks pretty young," is his remark. "Lots of pleases for me, too. Think he might be more willing to talk when he's had some sleep; I'll go see him later. He say where he's from? Crom? Wish we knew if the other lot had been locals. Tillek, High Reaches, I mean." "Crom, I think. Cothold in the area. He said the others weren't all from there though. Sounds like a mixed group of well organized thugs. All black, quick and silent. Sort of creepy." A'son shakes his head slowly for the part about N'thei. "All he said was that there were others. Whatever the hell that means. You're going to have to talk to him, I really don't know much about happened with that. Aside from that guy's buddy rescuing him." "Seemed pretty deliberate." Leova clears her throat, still riding that energy that's all nerves. One hand stays on Vrianth, always. "Want to find out what you hear from the riders staying at the cavern, the ones'd checked what and who went missing. The descriptions, if there were people. What's known about them. All that." K'del, nodding, "Talk to N'thei later, some point. Soon. Before he's had a chance to forget anything that might be important." And doesn't he look thrilled at the prospect. "Right," he adds to Leova, head tilted as he listens to what she's got to say. "Definitely be chasing that up. Lots of enquiries to make. But yeah, does seem deliberate. Keep 'em from knowing too much. May not even know who was hiring them, any of them. Wish we'd managed to get more than one ru--" Pause. "Not that I'm blaming anyone. Reckon you did an outstanding job, all told. " "Everything. I want it all too. Copies. Information on what they tried to take this time too, when it comes in." A'son rakes his hands through his hair. "We need to do a sweep through the Crom cotholds. This kid has a family. A father at the least, siblings probably. And obviously an uncle. They'll want him back." His lips twist, "At least I hope they do." At K'del's cut off words, he gives him a look. One that passes over to Leova and then back to the Weyrleader again. "Not going to stop here." "Wish we did too," Leova says steadily in her turn, with brief nods here and there as A'son speaks. "Don't want there to be a next time. If there is? Might sneak up, cut the traces of that wagon they want. If we get the right one. Might try not to sound the alarm as soon, might just follow the wagon wherever they take it." She doesn't look at A'son there. Just sits, while Vrianth's gaze takes on a more and more regular whirl. "Of course," says K'del, smoothly, for that request for copies. "/Will/ they want him back? He's implicated the uncle. Won't want us to lead him there, in case we bring him in, too. Which we would. But yes, we'll do some hunting around, see what we can find. More sweeps." His gaze slides past the klah pot on his way between the two riders, but doesn't linger; instead, he tells Leova, "Good plan. Figure, we'll keep an extra eye on the next couple, too. May have scared them off repeating it, maybe not. But we'll watch where they take things, if they do get it. We're /going/ to get them. We're closer, now. Much closer than we were." "Not really that many more?" A'son asks quietly. "I think they might. He said something about it'd kill them? Like that the uncle's kids would be upset? Maybe the entire family doesn't knoow?" He looks between the two, to see if there's something in that. "I want that guy." The one that got away. Leova's nod holds agreement. "His family's going to want him back. Even if his /uncle's/ not the kind of family that does." And: "Would like him treated decently. Not overnice, but decent. Like we'd want our men treated, hm?" This time she has slid a look to A'son. "Besides. Don't reckon he knows a lot, but figure he'll tell more of what he does, if he can be gotten to see the light." K'del's head shakes, presumably for A'son's question, though whether it's an answer or not - well, he doesn't specify. "Right," he says, letting out a long breath of air, part-mingled with a sigh. "No, of course. Treat him proper. He's got a proper bed up there, had food, too. A bath, even if it's just in a little tub, and not all that warm, probably. Still. Going to look after him. Won't let Tiriana on him." Was that intended as a joke? So hard to know. But his lips have parted slightly. Belatedly, coming back, so it sounds completely out of place, "His family probably doesn't know. Extra marks, helping them through the winter. All that." "Might want to have word with your Weyrwoman, when you get the chance." A'son tells him quietly. Overall his voice is just low this morning and husky sounding. Like it's been used too much recently. "Yeah, I wanted to see him treated properly too. It'd be no good handing him over to the "enemy", whoever they are all bruised and starved." For that last bit, "No, they probably don't. He probably thought he was doing them good." Food, bath, no-Tiriana: "Good," says Leova, her voice likewise ill-used, though it's got that smoky tinge at the best of times. "And likely he did. Anyhow. Hope we got to keep it all, this time. Hope everything'll be all right with the men on the train, with Crom. Lot of hoping to be doing. Glad you'll keep us in on it, K'del," like it's a promise she'd hold him to. "Want to get the rest.... A'son?" though there's a slight pause after the name, like she'd add a -ny, "Will get you your things once I get through the sacks, figure out what's whose." Lucky K'del, getting to talk to N'thei /and/ Tiriana today. But he nods. Even draws his lips together into a light, uncomfortable smile. "That, too. Didn't want to wake her last night, but, yes, needs to be done." He breathes out, shifting glances between them again. "Poor kid. No, promise, kept properly. Made sure he has new clothes, already." Beat. "Of course, Leova. Need people who know what they're doing. Trustworthy. All that." "I don't know if I know what I'm doing. But I guess you learn sometime." A'son admits tiredly. The greenrider gets a half-cocked smile and he begins to pull himself to his feet. "Yeah, I'll get them out whenever you're ready for me to." For the poor teenager who has to deal with Pern's grumpiest people later, "I may or may not have woken her up already." Know what they're doing. It turns up one corner of Leova's own mouth, just a little, with another of those sliding glances to A'son in time to meet his smile. But to K'del, "We done? For now." That, before she stands too, slowly and carefully, the better to give Vrianth time to get used to the whole /moving/ idea. "Oh. Almost forgot. Have to stick with the survey-the-land story? Would /like/ to be able to say what happened. Here and there. Not so's to get... famous." K'del's delusions, this idea of people who know what they're doing, even if he doesn't? Squashed. And A'son's comment on Tiriana? Not helping, either. "Least she hasn't stormed in here to yell at me, yet, for not-- I don't know. Being there. Or something." There's a pause, while he turns back to Leova. "Mm, no, you can tell the truth if you like, now. Don't mind. Rather not broadcast it, but not going to make you keep it a secret. And yeah, we're done. Go get some sleep. Take the next couple of days off. And thank you, again. Really appreciate your work on this." "Something about not telling her what happened right away. Something about wanting me to punch you. She didn't seem to angry when I left. So maybe it'll be fine?" A'son says encouragingly. For the part about telling the truth, he sighs with a little relief. Then he stretches and finally? Yawns. "Thanks, boss. We'll be waiting anxiously for our copies." Then his feet are taking him mechanically towards Leova. "Walk me to my dragon, beautiful?" "Good," says Leova. And, "Will." Terser and terser, until, "/Don't/ want to say much. Copies, right. Night." Then A'son gets a sidelong look, "...Sonny. C'mon." Off to Vrianth, extricating herself backwards from that room to the ledge proper, keeping with her Leova as much as possible even now. Careful with that wing! It's not a great piece of encouragement, really, but K'del attempts a smile for A'son's response. Well. Maybe she won't punch him, if she wasn't angry? Maybe. Another nod, then, for copies, then K'del stands to watch them go, one hand leaning against the back of the sofa until he's alone once more. |
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