Logs:Opening to Support
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| RL Date: 7 June, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Akluseth, Keysi, Neianth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Keysi visits Edyis' weyr in an attempt to practice what she's learned. |
| Where: Mad Smithcrafter's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 7, Month 13, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Winter night, bitter cold |
| Mentions: R'hin/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, Z'kiel/Mentions, R'van/Mentions |
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| Tonight is better than the night prior, the snow having let up even if the bitter cold had not. « Akluseth, we come. » Commanding, enveloping baritone follows just the touch of his rippling freshwater pool. The shadow of Neianth drops from above as if he'd landed on an empty ledge prior than landing on his clutchbrother's. Perhaps it was just to give him time with that warning of approach since acrobatics are most certainly not his weakness. White talons on black paws steady his landing, dark wings furled even as Keysi slides unhooks herself from the straps and swings herself from his smudged neckridges. "Ed? You up?" Is called into the inner weyr from the cold beyond. The orange licked nose that peers out as the metal door slides open, with none of it's usual protests. A sign perhaps that the mechanism has been properly greased. « Mind the line » Akluseth offers his brother but the firelight glimering from inside and the sound of things moving likely gives away the fact that the weyr's occupant is indeed home. "Come in." Edyis voice comes distantly from somewhere within. « I will stay. » Neianth projects with little imagery to accompany his thoughts, turning around on the ledge as Keysi moves away from him. He seems to have little interest in entering the weyr itself, shuffling his dark wings on his sorrel back and setting back on his haunches. And then he's still, like a gargoyle looking over the darkened bowl. Keysi follows the voice, looking up suspiciously, maybe even distrustingly at the metal door. Although she'd been here initially, the mechanisms were still quite odd. "...I see you have been working on things." Her greeting is a little rushed, and she doesn't seem to be just here on a friendly passing by. Inside a white chalked line with the words No dragons beyond this point outlines a semicircle around Akluseth's couch and the door, and the brown nestles in again, resuming his nap. Edyis is pushing a wooden cabinet into place, and a couch has been procured from somewhere as well, the color dingy but otherwise incredibly inviting. "Finished greasing all the mechanisms after... the incident." She coughs, dark eyes lifting to the healer searchingly, perhaps sensing that it isn't a casual visit she asks, "Tea or wine?" She asks after a moment already walking over to the cabinet, "I have a white, not a Benden but still pretty good. Haven't really been able to stock up yet. It's sweet and very mild." She offers as she rummages the cabinet. For all the times Keysi had declined alcohol around Edyis, it forces her to pause when her friend not only offers it, but describes in detail her stock. Worse, the pair together offered makes her stop altogether, not quite making it past the white line as if it's impassibility includes humans. "Ed." Neutral voice is no different than usual, always straight to business- which seems to be getting worse and worse as weyrlinghood passes. It's both a decline of her offer and to call her attention. "Ed.." A second pause, as she considers what words to use, choosing carefully, "What kind of tea?" Almost as if she's changed her mind, but there's obviously something else. Edyis lifts a brow studying Keysi all the more intently, "Black, the same kind they use in the kitchens. I'm hoping come spring to be able to procure a store of mint, ginger or there's this nice spicy one Azaylia used to serve." Her lips thin a moment, pressing together. "I have hot water in the kettle." She pulls out the bottle of white and a glass and pours for herself, taking a long pull before refocusing her attention on her friend. "No, I don't want any, I just.." Keysi obviously is struggling despite her so-very-intentional entrance and request to speak with her. "I need to talk to you about R'hin." That's a start, an opened door. "And I need your help." And that statement seems painful to get out. Stilled in place, she still stands more parallel with the napping Akluseth than near her fellow weyrling. Whatever Edyis had been expecting to hear, that certianly hadn't been it. She blinks a moment before gesturing to the couch. "I think you are going to need to start from the beginning," she looks at the bottle in hand and grabs a second glass from the cabinet before claiming one side of the overstuffed couch. To the request for help dark eyes focus intently, "Of course, anything." "Despite everything we've been through," Notably a short amount of time compared to Edyis' stay in the Weyr, "I've never told you anything." Keysi moves forwards at the gesture and sits on the indicated free section of the couch. Her forearms settle on her thighs, leaning herself forward. Her eyes focus in front of her instead of on Ed. "I'm sorry for that." Perhaps the directness is beneficial, but obviously something else happened. "You spoke about R'hin being there for you in so many things." She continues, "But was he there more than just as someone to talk to?" She's hedging on purpose, divulging only that which is intentional. "I always figured you would do so in your own time Keys," Edyis admits quietly pouring a small amount of liquid and offering the glass over. She is setting it on the table in front of Keysi to take or leave there at will. "I'm not sure what you are asking," Edyis answers taking another long pull before refilling her own glass. "If you are asking if we've, well done ... things." Clearly the answer is no if only from the awkward way she stumbles over the words. "No..." A beat as she picks up on what Edyis takes her question to mean, "..N-no." She shakes her head dismissing the idea as if it catches her by surprise. "I meant- whatever. Out of everyone, I should have told you that I've been running." Keysi doesn't explain what she means about Savannah's wingleader and instead gets to the point, turning her stormy pale eyes to study Ed, though stays leaning over her knees. "That when I went to HealerHall it wasn't for the love of healing. That when I accepted entry into the Weyr-Hall program to be transferred here, it wasn't for interest in helping politics." Edyis glances over as things are explained. Sinking further into the mismatched couch as she listens. "Everyone has secrets, Keysi. Some are a little more volatile than others. Most people have other reasons for winding up in a weyr than the ones they tell people." She glances over then, curious. "So what you running from, and more importantly does it pose a threat to you now?" something hard in the sharp angle of her jaw as it twitches with the word threat. Her eyes intent and unblinking in that moment. "I realize that." Keysi answers in regards to secrets, as if it's a new finding despite what everyone, especially Edyis, has told her before. She looks away again, this time to the glass of wine Ed had put in front of her. But she doesn't touch it, not yet. "Yes." She skips most of the questions for the only one that she deems to be important. The intensity of her face is rigid. "They haven't found me yet, but my last turnday I received something from my mother, which means she knows where I am. Which means they probably do by now too." She sits up, and she's either too embarrassed or too proud to look at her friend again, "It's just a matter of time." Her breath catches, and although she's sharing so much, she betrays nothing on her face, "I thought not telling you would be safer, and I was wrong." Whatever R'hin did, Keysi is clearly shaken. Edyis's brows draw together, and her expression becomes one more akin to studying maps and charts or notes. Her fingertips tap against the wine glass once, twice, thrice. "You've got some choices on your plate then." Edyis murmurs at last, "It is hard to get at someone in a weyr, more so when they've impressed. The weyr looks after its own." That expression is a calculating one, as though measuring out various possible scenarios and looking for the best one. "R'hin's as good as his word." She says finally still deep in thought. "You are safe here Keys." She adds, "You've got a weyr full of dragons, and some folk who are even scarier than a firebreathing carnivore." Keysi listens quietly, her posture not all unlike a statue. If she was anyone else, one might think she'd been ignoring Ed's supportive response given how still, how non-interactive she remains. "Before we Impressed," She starts again a good minute or more after Edyis finishes, a length of time that would seem like she's done conversing, "I heard you but I did not believe you." She's referencing the cave-in in particular, but doesn't give her friend the help of verbally clarifying it. Keysi stands suddenly as if she decides she simply can't sit any longer, and paces a couple of steps and then back, "I just-" Her words are clipped, but she levels her gray gaze on Edyis again, "We are fine." That said with a lot of weight to it, probably as some sort of reassurance. And as the end of the topic, clearly drawn as stark as the chalk line creating Akluseth's barrier. "I may have a request for you later, but not now. And I do hope that if you have something you wish to speak about, you will find me as well." The weight and finality draws a strange expression from the former scribe, a mixture of recognition and regret. "Keysi, take it from someone who has had to learn it the hard way, Some things you can't shoulder alone. No matter how strong you are. Pride can be a painful thing, and it costs you something when it's put before everything else." She stands then, corking the bottle and moving over to put it back into the cabinet. Edyis says, "believe it now. When it counts, yes?" "...We will get there. Unfortunately, just like you, I apparently prefer the hard way." That may be an attempt at humor in comparing the likeness with Ed. Keysi can't release her pride quite yet, and clearly not tonight. But her statement suggests her threshold has been lowered by something. She stands where her pacing had taken her, grounded in thought and stance, "I'm sorry for interrupting your evening with this." The guilt-forced statement leaves her mouth before she realizes that defeats the purpose of this whole visit. "...I mean, thank you." Edyis snorts, and winds up attempting something that is rare probably for the both of them, closing the distance in an attempt to hug her friend, briefly if it is allowed. "Yes, well that is probably why we get along so well." Grinning at the dry joke. "Don't worry, we'll get the hang of this whole all for one and one for all bit together." Edyis says, "Being socialized might take more time." The only way both Neianth and Keysi know affection shows when Edyis' approach meets the healer's fists rising to her chin and a slow punch reaching to connect to her shoulder if she closes the distance close enough and doesn't do anything to react to it. She doesn't mean to decline the hug, but this means more. Even as she speaks, she would do so past her guard, a playfulness about her intensity that only shines when fighting is in her eyes, "Perhaps. I'm not so sure about the socialization though." Edyis laughs, at the playful punch. "Careful, I really don't want to be one of the ones carried off to the healers. Knowing my luck -" Her mouth shuts immediately, and her ears turn the faintest tinge of red. "Lets get you back to your weyr or you can sleep on the couch, but I don't want to be late to the morning line check with Z'kiel on duty. R'van is annoying but I've seen Z'kiel hunt." Returning the slow punch to the shoulder. "I have a plan for the socialization bit, Jo suggested a party, so I think maybe after turnover." "Aye, I would like to meet Jo." There's a sincerity about that which suggests someone else has mentioned the name at this point too. "I have not." She remarks in regards to Z'kiel hunting, "But I would like to test him." Those sound like Neianth words. Speaking of the small brown, Keysi glances over her shoulder, her guard lowering as her eyes glaze in draconic exchange. When she returns to the present, there's a slight grin, the flicker of the fight still lingering even if nothing really happened. "I'll see you in the morning." Is her farewell, a hand raised in a short wave as she turns for the ledge and the one who waits for her there. |
Comments
Alida (20:33, 8 June 2015 (EDT)) said...
You seem to draw the fractured and twitchy ones, Ed. We're moe INTERESTING. :D
Edyis (00:51, 9 June 2015 (EDT)) said...
It's a talent? >.>
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