Logs:Weyrleader to Weyrwoman
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| RL Date: 28 June, 2015 |
| Who: K'del, Lilah |
| Involves: Fort Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'del comes visiting to make his congratulations. |
| Where: Lilah's Sanitized Watercolor Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 17, Month 2, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Cirse/Mentions, Dee/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions, Hattie/Mentions, N'muir/Mentions |
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| K'del waits three whole days after the delivery of his note to ask Cadejoth to check with Eliyaveith to see if her rider has time for a visitor; it's a more formal approach than it may have been, a seven ago, though Cadejoth is as irrepressible as ever. It's a few minutes after receiving the okay that the pale bronze appears in Fort's evening skies, acknowledging the weyr's queens-- all save the newest one-- and the watchdragon, then circling down towards the bowl. K'del will arrive in Lilah's weyr on foot, hovering near the entrance as he calls, "Lilah?" At least dressed to entertain visitors, Lilah is not immediately in that first room of her weyr. Instead, she invites K'del back with a called: "Back here." Apparently they've been friends for forever, for her to not want to even come out to invite him in. The reason becomes obvious in the pristine depths of the Weyrwoman's private quarters. Clothes have been laid out in careful piles of levels of appropriateness, it seems. Dresses in one, riding leathers in another, and that frumpy grey uniform in another, all along their respective, neat spots on the bed. The goldrider herself wears only a simple tanktop and pants that hug her legs, hair thrown into a messy bun as she works. At the moment, she is holding a never worn before dress in a deep red-wine color against her thoughtfully. Given that not-so-long-ago visit to this weyr, K'del may rightfully be a little hesitant in entering Lilah's bedroom, but-- he's sober, and fine, in he goes. He hesitates at the door, leaning up against the jam of it as he regards the goldrider and her efforts with an even glance. "Got to dress the part now?" he supposes, after a moment's pause. Fingers brush thoughtfully against the soft material, lingering-- But when K'del speaks, suddenly Lilah is a flurry of movement in throwing the dress into the pile that it belongs before casting a look towards him. "So they say. If I were a Weyrleader, I could simply wear my leathers every where," she replies lightly, a smile playing at her lips. She is sober too, it seems, but she does look expectantly to K'del. "Yes, but only because you'd look a lot better in that dress than I would," is prompt, and teasing; a smile present, there, now. "Congratulations. Know it's... know you're going to do a good job at it." "Are we sure?" Lilah counters, ready to keep that light teasing going. But then his last words-- They seem to kill that mood for the goldrider, only prompting her to cross the space of the room to throw herself into a hug against the bronzerider that is kept brief before she pulls away. "Faranth, I will-- Well, there's no use worrying over it, is there? It's what I wanted." Oh, K'del. Always ruining the moment. At least he handles the shift in mood with aplomb; his arms go up to wrap around the goldrider as she throws herself at him, and he squeezes once before letting her pull away. "It is," he agrees. "It's... always different, though, when it actually happens. You're holding up? Imagine it means you're pretty much on your own, for the moment." "Hattie needs to take time off. She's-- It was a pregnancy, K'del. She had a midwife, not a mindhealer," replies Lilah slowly, all in a breath as she starts to shake her head. But she cuts even that gesture off before she continues, "Perhaps it's a good thing, that I never managed--." Her fingers lift in a gesture, but she doesn't pursue it. "But I can handle it. All of it." "Heard that," agrees K'del, quietly, his brows knitting together in a loose weave that breaks apart a moment later. "There'll be time for you, too. Especially once your new junior is trained up-- give it a couple of turns, and just see." His smile aims to be encouraging, even easy, though the latter is just not quite reached. "Know you can. You're capable of anything. Hope... this can be the start of a solid working relationship between our Weyrs." Lilah's "Of course" is a simple thing, even as she draws away from the Weyrleader and back to her bed and the clothes strewn there. The distance established between them again, now she can add lightly, "Unless you want to abandon your Weyr and come have Cadejoth catch Eliyaveith. We do have a good working relationship, after all." It's not that K'del laughs at that idea, though there's something in his expression that suggests he finds it funny. "Can just imagine Hattie coming out of retirement to murder me," he says. "If that happened. And half your weyr'd line up behind her to get a shot in, too." "I'm sure you are brave enough to face that," Lilah teases easily, a smile playing at her lips as she slides a challenging look to the Weyrleader. But, but-- Another moment and she seems to move past it, accept the answer that she always expected. Instead, she adds thoughtfully, "I will have to find someone else, then. There's a number of bronzeriders who wouldn't say no, I think--. H'vier, maybe." Yet as she says that name, she watches K'del. Whatever else K'del might have said is immediately forgotten and abandoned altogether as Lilah mentions that name; he goes all kinds of pretty colours, his expression largely trapped between horror and genuine startlement. "No," he says. And then, more sharply: "No. Anyone but him, Lilah, I'm serious." This is not a joke. it is not in good fun. He truly is deadly serious. Only a soft noise marks his reaction, Lilah's dark gaze betraying little as it remains even on K'del. But, her fingers curve around another shirt to examine it, only offering, "At least he seems to say what he wants. He's simple, easy to figure out." But apparently even she doesn't want to keep torturing him, when she adds, "It was a joke, K'del." K'del exhales in a jagged, uncomfortable way; he doesn't look terribly relaxed. "He dated a friend of mine," he says, simply. "He hit her. He hurt her. It's not a joke to me; sorry." Lilah's thoughtful study of K'del at that answer, her silence as she considers it, isn't exactly helping her dismissal of it all as a joke. But when she does speak, it's to dismiss it all lightly, "Don't worry; you know I don't go for uncomplicated." Her lips curve into a quick smile, before she tosses the shirt into a pile quickly. "And, for the records, if anyone ever laid a hand on me, they wouldn't have a hand left. You can count on that." "I believe it," seems honest enough, but K'del's still clearly uncomfortable to some degree; perhaps all it takes, in the end, is mention of the other bronzerider. "Anyway, what you really want is a local bronze; bringing in a foreigner is likely problematic. Surely there's someone here you could see in the job? Though," he allows, after a moment, "I suppose that's still along way off." "Mm, maybe. She rose after a turn once; I am sure she can manage to do so again," is a quiet confidence in her dragon, or perhaps it is something else... Some secret that only Lilah knows that causes her not to worry over that part of it as she offers another, softer smile to K'del. "As to who will catch her-- If only I could ensure that no one did. Being my own Weyrleader would be better than a foreign or a local bronzerider." K'del gives Lilah a look, the kind that suggests he's a little surprised (uncomfortable?) with her confidence, but evidently does not seem inclined to actually push it. "Oh, Lilah," he says, with a laugh that is very much not an at her laugh. "Can believe that, too. Lilah, leader of all." K'del is never satisfied, apparently! She could go back to talking about H'vier~-- More on point, Lilah doesn't clarify where he doesn't push, only meeting his laugh with a quick smile of her own. "I'm not sure there are any rules as to what would happen if no one caught her. I think I could make my own, in that impossible situation," she offers lightly in turn. "I am sure the Weyr council will agree." "I hate to imagine," says K'del, with the twist of a grin. "They'd hate you for it. But-- she will rise. And you'll keep N'muir on until then?" "He is the rightful Weyrleader. It isn't my place to get rid of him," Lilah answers diplomatically, even to her friend. Perhaps acutely aware of the position that he is in at this exact moment. "I am sure he is not happy to be working with me instead of his weyrmate, now." K'del, too, seems abruptly and acutely aware, though he makes no comment on it except to say, "No, probably not. And he's not as young as he used to be; seems likely he'll want to spend more time with his family, too, when he can. It's-- strange." He leans back against the wall, explaining, finally, "Remember, still, when Cirse was Weyrwoman. But it was a long time ago. It's strange to think of Fort no longer being in Hattie's hands, as much as... we had a complicated working relationship." "It is still strange to me, too," admits Lilah on a breath, lifting her gaze finally back to the other Weyrleader. "Not to be her junior, to think that she's mine--. It would honestly be easier, in some ways, if it had been an accident or..." But even this goldrider can't finish that morbid thought, trailing off before she only adds, "There would be no issue of accepting the next Fortian queen in line. But Elaruth is still senior over Eliyaveith, no matter what our knots say." This time, K'del's nod is slow. "It'd be a very strange thing," he agrees. "It was for me, not being Weyrleader anymore. But worse, as a goldrider... it'll be a good thing, in a way, that she's off-duty for the moment. She won't be watching your every decision, not as much as she would be otherwise." Still, his expression suggests: not easy. "Hope she rises soon, then. Definitely hope she doesn't take forever and let... I assume if Elaruth rose first you'd just bypass it." Again, Lilah does not seem worried as K'del brings up the thought of who will rise first, only tipping a simple nod to his considerations there before she answers, "I would assume, but even with Taeliyth--. Well, I guess we'll see, won't we? Maybe Dahlia will know herself well enough to know she isn't ready and hand the knot back in. If it comes to that." She doesn't linger over the thoughts, instead offering to K'del, "Do you want a drink? -- Or, well, we can go get a klah." Yes, that is what she meant all along, as she catches that offer and changes it. "Dah-- oh, she uses a nickname? Dee. Dahlia." K'del seems only vaguely interested in Fort's newest goldrider (See? He doesn't immediately chase after Fort's juniors!), and much more interested in the rest of what Lilah says. "Hopefully she'll take her time to mature," he says. "And Eliyaveith will have plenty of time to get her own game on. I-- klah, yes." Is that the hint of a flush? Only the hint, if so. "Klah would be great." "Don't do that," is a murmur with a hint of a snap for the hint of a flush, as Lilah straightens away from her clothing and bed. "Just-- don't, ok?" But the goldrider won't press on that or the last time, not as she moves to pick her riding jacket up off the pile and start shrugging into it. "We can go to Sanctuary and discuss all of the tips and tricks you have for leading a Weyr." A mute apology writes itself in K'del's expression; it's followed, promptly, by a nod. "Of course," he says, promptly. "The weyrleader of one weyr to the weyrwoman of another; all above board." No doubt the rumours will begin: K'del, seeking to influence another weyrwoman. Too bad. |
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