Logs:Music
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| RL Date: 3 November, 2015 |
| Who: Ebeny, M'vyn, Laurienth, Elsyth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: M'vyn wants what he wants. Ebeny has excuses. They reach a compromise. |
| Where: M'vyn's Cosy For Keeps Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 6, Month 3, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Suireh/Mentions, E'dre/Mentions |
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| Spring is not Elsyth's preferred season and her snappish tones are amplified due to the clear skies above the Bowl. « Where is yours? M'yvn wishes to speak with her. » is a swirl of snow and clinging ice directed at Laurienth. A pause of whiteness tells of her conferring with her rider. As the whiteness dissipates, Elsyth sounds less annoyed. « If she can visit our weyr that would be best. ». Elsyth is not on her ledge, leaving plenty of room for Laurienth to land. Laurienth can do snappish. She can also do a lot worse, and it's only once the edge to Elsyth's tone eases that the build-up of something sharp and screeching cuts off before she can let it loose on her once-student. « If she returns hurting more, I will hold you accountable, » is all the threat she allows herself to deliver, in the few moments before she lands on the younger green's ledge and snakes a look towards the entryway of the weyr. Ebeny clambers down from her straps in no hurry at all; she doesn't even step towards that entryway, not after the last time. She waits, haunted, tired gaze fixed on some nearby patch of rock. Elsyth scoffs at Laurienth's threat, her swirling snows mixed with sharpening ice. « She hurts others just as much as she gets hurt » is a reminder and then in a snap of cold Elsyth pulls away from Laurienth's mind. M'vyn hears Laurienth's arrival and as the time stretches without Ebeny coming within, M'vyn steps outside. "I didn't call you to fight," he uses in place of a greeting, waving at her to enter. "I've got some things I need your opinion on. No one else will serve." He doesn't wait for her to follow before he heads back inside the weyr. Inside, the glows are open to brighten the space and there's scattered papers on multiple surfaces. In the end, there's no screeching. There is, however, a low thrum of strings that chases after Elsyth and might ripple annoyingly until it finally fades and joins with silence. Ebeny is in the middle of telling Laurienth to, "Stop it," when she registers M'vyn's presence and looks up, muddy-green gaze flitting over him before it drifts away again. When she follows, it's in silence and too slowly, trailing after him as one who believes they're being led into a trap might. She's not so far into the weyr before she halts and gives a single shake of her head. "I don't have an opinion," she claims, entirely before noting anything but the presence of those papers. "Sometimes I wonder how you teach people," M'vyn's answer is sharpened with annoyance as he looks over his shoulder at her. "Don't have an opinion? What sort of an answer is that to someone who is seeking your help?" He strides forward with quick strides to snatch up a stack of the papers. He turns and strides just as quickly to her. He shoves the papers at her and then takes a step back. He gives a glance to her rather quickly with an accompanying frown. Shrugging, he ignores whatever that glance may have given him as information before he goes and settles into a chair. "I haven't been able to perform quality songs in months and I'm tired of it. I want your opinion on those songs and I want to know if you'll sing it with me." "You have no idea how much of teaching is trying not to have an opinion," Ebeny says flatly, shoving her hands into the pockets of her too-big jacket. "We both know I can't help you; we saw how well that went during the turn you were with me." Such is her assumption of the what or why she's there. She only tenses when M'vyn moves more quickly, tipping onto her heels to turn and retreat when he begins to approach her, only to instinctively grab at the papers to try and keep them from falling to the floor, with only partial success - though she lets those that flutter down stay where they are. "...You're perfectly capable of singing alone," she answers slowly, clasping the songs without looking at them. "You even have a Harper Master here now. If anything, you really don't need me anymore." "Don't start on that again," M'vyn counters to her argument, "I'm here, aren't I? I'm a rider and no one can complain about me. You trained me fine." He watches his papers fall to the ground with that never ending frown of his. "I don't want to sing with her," he replies without apology. "If I wanted to sing with Harpers I could go to the Hall and call up some of my old friends. It's your voice I like to pair with. I don't know why you deny me the one thing that's helped me more than anything else." He shakes his head and looks away from her towards the entrance. "Do I need to beg? If that's what it'll take, I'll do it." "It would be easier with her," Ebeny replies too quietly to be as matter of fact as she might wish. Idly, she smoothes at one of the papers, then begins to shuffle them together without any care for which goes with which, only that they line up correctly. "I'm not asking you to beg," she murmurs. "Don't say that. It's not fair." She keeps right on shuffling until she really has no further excuse to be staring down at all the music, yet continues to keep matching up corners and edges for no good reason. "....I-I can't stand up in front of all those people. Not now. I can't. ...I won't even be able to hold the notes how you want in a couple of months." M'vyn chooses to lean into that begging tactic, "I'm not feeling particularly fair at the moment. I'm all together selfish and I want to sing those songs with your voice." He pauses then and lifts a brow at her, "What do you mean - are you already anticipating getting a spring illness that'll damage your vocal cords?" He heaves a sigh and shoves up to his feet. He moves forward to collect whatever papers may still be lingering on the floor. "I need to hear all your excuses, Ben. All of them," he shifts his gaze up to catch hers. "Let them out. I'm not taking no for an answer." Ebeny just presses her eyes closed when M'vyn looks up at her, as if she could deny the whole world around her. She looks no more peaceful for those closed eyes, tension defining the lines of her features, and though she wearily clings to silence for moment after moment, she eventually sighs out, "I'm pregnant," and tightens her grip on the papers. "I can't stand up in-front of all those people," she says again. "I don't even want my weyrmate looking at me. I haven't done this in months. I can't do this with a Master here. I'm selfish, and I'm angry and I'm mortified and I just-- really, really, really want sex, but that would involve someone actually looking at me, and y-you're not setting me up to sing, you're setting me up to cry in-front of a whole lot of people." Or just to cry in-front of him, for all her tears are silent. M'vyn looks startled at Ebeny's response, her 'excuses' drawing his brows up and his eyes wide as he listens to her. Her tears are met with an uncomfortable silence from the greenrider. That silence stretches on as long as her tears, silent or not, continue to trek downwards. When he finally manages to grasp an appropriate response, he tells her lowly, "If you really want sex, I think you can find a way to get it. The Weyr seems quite content to have that option on display at all times." He pauses, shaking his head and allowing his features to fall back into more neutral planes. "I guess your excuse is enough to keep me from pressing you further on singing." The bleat of sound that Ebeny lets loose isn't quite laughter. "Yes," she answers, more resigned than weary, "that will do my situation a great amount of good." She doesn't quite manage to make it to sarcastic, yet she's not so far from dry with it. Awkwardly, she lifts an arm to press the knuckles of one hand to try and smudge her tears out of existence while still clutching the music to her. Only then does she seem to remember it again, and she abruptly holds it all out towards M'vyn. "...I'm sorry," she says quietly. "I had-- It was--" She sighs and lets her shoulders slump. "I loved it," she allows herself, "while it lasted." "I don't know what your situation is," M'vyn answers her as he moves forward to take the offered music. "All I know that there are solutions available to you." He takes the music and holds it against his chest for a moment as he considers her. "Music saved me," he tells her, as close to a gentle approach as he'll ever get, "Perhaps it'll be what you need now too. If you don't want to sing in public, we could sing alone. I don't need to stand in front of a crowd to feel the music do what I want it to do." He shrugs and turns then, leaving the pressure of that statement to hang between them as he goes about shuffling papers together and picking up the general mess of his weyr. "No," Ebeny shakes her head, half-hanging it at the same time. "Not for me." She surrenders the papers without a fight, though then struggles with what to do with her arms, letting her hands find her pockets again for a moment or so before she knots them around her middle, then abruptly unknots them and lets them hang loosely at her sides. It's M'vyn's feet that she watches more than anything, then the twitch of his shoulder, and she lets seconds tick by as she just allows her focus to idly follow after him. Eventually, she dares a low, "...Really?" M'vyn keeps his back to her and so his smile is hidden from view as Ebeny gives that low question. He leaves her hanging there with that dare as he finishes tidying up the main living space from all signs of his composing. When he turns to look at her, that smile might still light his gaze but his face is otherwise unreadable. "If it's something you'd be willing to commit to, I'd meet you halfway with it. I'll set aside the time and we can have no audience at all, aside from the dragons and sleeping children." He shrugs as he ambles over to the table to settle at again. "It's up to you, though." "...You won't make me sing where the Master might hear?" Ebeny presses, lifting a hand to swipe at what traces of her tears remain. She's more sure with that stipulation than she was with asking in the first place, her voice a little steadier. Perhaps it's the only further query that she has, except she abruptly looks away again and down at her feet. "And you won't make me practice when I'm proddy?" Whatever good that might do either of them, given her seeming unpredictability at present. "I won't make you practice when you're proddy. I don't want to be near you when you're proddy," M'vyn's answer is all too dry. "Will you stop hovering there? Come and sit down. Let's go through some of these songs and pick a few we want to try and master this seven." He pats the chair nearest to him as he slides that stack of papers closer. "I'll go get my gitar. There's a few I thought you'd solo on, but we can build up to that." He rises and passes her then, pausing to press a hand against her arm for a brief squeeze. He returns shortly with his gitar and seems fully prepared to practice that very moment and from the expectant look he levels on her he assumes she must want the same. The greenrider closes her eyes again and nods just the once, perhaps too relieved by his answer to realise that he hasn't addressed the first of her questions. Ebeny ducks her head and steels herself to move and to remember how her feet work, and though she flinches not in the least when M'vyn moves past her, she automatically tenses when his hand finds her arm, the change so instinctive that it cannot be unique to him. She's apologetic a second later, reaching to tightly curl fingers into the fabric of his sleeve with a strength that belies the tearful wreck of her. While he's gone, she slowly finds her way to the table and sits down, though she's even slower to unbutton her jacket and stop hiding in it. And when he returns, she levels a look of her own at him, then the music. And breathes. |
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Alida (13:59, 3 November 2015 (PST)) said...
Yes... YES. Alida knows this too: music can heal.
Aleudre (18:09, 4 November 2015 (PST)) said...
Sounds like Alida and M'vyn should sing too then :)
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