Logs:Sharing
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| RL Date: 14 April, 2015 |
| Who: Alida, Edyis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Not long after talking with Laine...and not long before Niahvth's eggs are going to hatch, Alida and Edyis share their various concerns about their home and its newest residents. |
| Where: HRW: Galleries |
| When: Day 13, Month 7, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Clear, warm evening. |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, Faryn/Mentions, G'laer/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions, Iolene/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions, Keysi/Mentions, Laine/Mentions, Nimae/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to choose a different image if that's not the one you want, Edyis. ^^ |
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| The soft tap-tap-tap of water against stone accompanies Edyis's silent footfalls, as she makes her way into the Hatching Galleries to dry off. Rukbat set some time ago, but there are a few still milling about the weyr. A towel is working at the unkempt mass of curls left to fall loosely about her shoulders, dampening once dry clothing. Dark eyes scan the galleries unseeing, making her way to lean against the rail, focusing on each of those eggs. That hair of Alida's is a near-sure give away to her presence...which is likely why the woman goes to some pains to disguise it when out on 'business.' This time - even in the half-banked light of the many glow baskets about the huge cavern - the muted light manages glint off of braided, pale strands looped into a simple, yet somehow attractive coronet atop the bluerider's head, her shifting form leaning back away from the railing, stretching like a wild cat's. Or a wolf's. It's her motion that made her hair more apparent, hints of palest yellow-gold and near silver flashing dully, now and again, from her position about a quarter of the way around the cavern, beyond Edyis. The gleaming glint, as much as the motion attracts Edyis's attention, eyes clouded a moment before she straightens, and narrow strides propel her to the shape of the familiar bluerider. "Musing over which ones are likely to bring nothing but misery to the weyr?" The one time scribe tips her head settling at the railing next to Alida. "Or perhaps recalling terrible and fond memories of the past?" Likewise, Edyis' own motion soon enough gains the stretching bluerider's notice, green gaze flicked out towards the nearing candidate, a hand lifted half-heartedly in greeting, though the blonde's voice doesn't join it until the young woman is beside her. Quietly, "Lots uv' things...like thinkin' that clutch down there should be Hrae's..." As she sits back upright, those often proudly-held shoulders slump just a little, to be followed by the 'heretical' "Not that I'd wish anything bad on her..." Cue a quick little point of index finger to the quiescent Niahvth. "But she 'n her rider aren't..." Brow-scrunch, lip twist. "Aren't really 'Reaches." "Once I might have agreed with you. Now, I am not so sure she isn't. Even if she chooses not to stay, Reaches has left her mark upon them both." Edyis muses, "Might be better if she did stay. Faranth help whoever impresses that golden egg. Goodness knows we don't need another untried mess on our hands." She frowns deeply at that, or rather the implications of those words. "Or one who bends at the wrong influence." In quick response to Edyis' first words, the bluerider murmurs low, "Oh, I don't contend with the formality uv 'em bein' 'Reaches, now." Head shake. "But...they're not 'Reaches at heart." Sigh. "Got a whole load uv' shit from Igen - good an' bad - and it ain't gonna make it one bit easier on *any* uv us." Scowl. "Irianke's got a pole up 'er ass ten feet long about formality and instant respect fer station. That shit don't fly well, here." Niahvth isn't Hraedhyth, and Irianke *certainly* isn't Azaylia...and it's that last thought that darkens the bluie's gaze, causes guarded grief to flicker within greens for a few moments. "She ain't leavin'...not fer a few Turns, at least. Not until that new gold an' 'er lifemate 're truly ready." A sudden, almost frightening thought makes the woman's eyes widen a little, makes 'lida jerk her gaze from Edyis to the gold egg being guarded so diligently. "Fuck, Ed... What if that egg hatches...wrong?" Like various dragons in various clutches about Pern have been, over these last few Turns? "Or if it don't hatch at *all*?" Shiiiiit. "You expect someone in her position not to care?" Edyis counters softly, without rancor or judgment. "Reaches is an aberration, the exile queen and those who followed her created a sharp break with tradition." She sighs, "Don't get me wrong, the formality is draining, but it's only a mask cultivated under turns at Nimae's hand. Give her a chance, she isn't Azaylia, but..." Azaylia is gone. There is no need to voice such painful words. "Can't live in the past Al. It is grow or rot." The words the bluerider utters of wrongness, "Seventeen, more eggs than Hraedhyth or Iesaryth have lain in the time I've lived here, and it was a clean flight." She shakes her head. "They can't be wrong... or if they are... Maybe it is time to start believing in curses." From the sands, It's a lucky, lucky thing Niahvth is sleeping and not hearing what's being said about her clutch. Lucky, indeed. "Oh, I figured she's just as tossed by 'Reaches lack uv' formality as we are by her..." Alida bobs her head quickly. Though she's not 'political,' the blonde can usually understand the basics of inter-Weyr interactions. Polictics: Yuck! A quick flash of greens at Edyis presages the bluie's pointed, "How much *do* ya' know about Nimae?" It sounds like more than the bluerider does. Keen eyes affixed upon the not-scribe's own dark gaze seek to suss out whatever might be found within, even as the guard's mouth continues quietly, "The break with rigid Tradition started before Iolene...but I get'cha." The exile queen sealed the deal. As for chances and especially the past...well, Alida's temper fires some at the last - seen as a faint tightening of her jaw and brief glare of green eyes - but she shoves that unruly beast back, down, restrains it in order to comment, "I'm *givin'* her a fair chance." Present tense. Green eyes swing from Ed back to the clutch down there in the sweltering heat in time with the 'rider's low, "I can't *afford* ta live in the past. Don' need *you* tellin' me that; I fuckin' learned it growin' up." There's a small world of outrage, ire, loneliness, and bitterness in her words. Onward! "Clean flight might not mean anything... if it's bad genetics...'r somethin' else." Oh, how a guard like her hates mysteries! Those alert eyes of the bluie's take a sudden, pointed spin all about the Galleries, her rubbernecking not hidden at all. When the blonde's gaze returns to Edyis, there's a muttered, "We...I'll fuckin' set up a covert guard uv this cavern, if I have ta'." Not one more goldrider is going to oddly perish while under her *direct* guard. "Not as much as I should," Edyis admits ruefully. Unlike some, she doesn't mind admitting she isn't omniscient. "But she isn't Azaylia." Isn't your Weyrwoman. "To the best of my knowledge, Niahvth doesn't have any concerning points in her lineage though I admit that knowledge is limited to a generation or so. She didn't turn up when I was looking into the Benden eggs. The ones at Reaches are easily attributed to bad flights or accidents on the sands." She shakes her head, at that. "This lot will hatch fine, I'm confident of that." Even if the young woman isn't. No, Irianke isn't Azaylia...and Alida's slightly sorrowful shake of head needlessly confirms it. To Edyis' lack of concern about Niahvth's lineage, the bluie murmurs softly, but intently, "I was a beastcrafter fer some Turns. I *know* that not all...genetic problems show themselves clearly; an' others occur..." Reach for that big word, guard! "Spontaneously." Abberations, mutations. My, how the bluerider enjoys thinking of the darker things. "The ones at Reaches were from Reaches stock, too." A quick, almost guilty look is flashed down to poor, snoozing Niahvth for a moment: Igen through and through. And Reisoth solidly Istan. Outcross. Sigh. "I don't even fuckin' know this place, anymore. It's all inside-out." A casual hand scrubs harshly across her face, as if Alida seeks to banish her inner turmoil with outer action. "Bullshit, Ed." Stare. "You can't make that call. Shit like this is always 50-50." Twitch. "Y'know...she could wake any time..." Niahvth. And dragons have veeery good hearing...much better than humans. From the sands, Reisoth has been quite awake and no doubt listening, if not directly paying any attention, for some time. Have no fear! Niahvth will probably be made aware of any uncertainties people are voicing over the viability of their clutch. "Which is why I'm not the one even remotely implying her babies will be anything less than the perfectly adorable balls of sunshine and rainbows she dreams of?" Does Niahvth dream of this? The scribe has no idea, but it sounds good doesn't it? She frowns, then glancing over at the blonde, "You and me both, but I'm starting to grow rather accustomed to strange surroundings. Besides, I can think of at least three people in this clutch who would benefit from your lessons in asskickery." "Hope ta' Faranth it's so..." Alida mutters earnestly, then eyeballing the apparently quiescent Reisoth farther beyond his mate. Still, thought of being wary of being overheard in private conversation by Reisoth/H'vier and/or Niahvth/Irianke suddenly fire the bluie's temper again, have her shoulders drawing back firmly, her chin lifting. "Like who?" is quietly inquired of Edyis. Edyis murmurs softly for only Alida's ears, "Keysi loves fighting; you get this whole other side of her when she laces her gloves. Laine could probably use a lesson in avoiding people who she owes money, don't know if she'd have an interest in it but I think it would be something she'd enjoy." Edyis smirks a little at that. "Faryn seemed pretty keen on fighting too." Listening to Edyis' whispers soon have the irritated bluerider calming again, smirking softly as she shakes her head a little, replies in her own whisper, "Suddenly I'm, like, a savior uv' downtrodden females?" Snicker. "Well, *if* they want, an' if they don' mind owin' me a favor fer the lessons later on, you c'n ask 'em an' send 'em my way. Better hurry, though." Snert. "Those eggs 're gonna pop soon." "Who said anything about downtrodden." Edyis quips back, wry. "You enjoy a good bout yourself and you know it." Mention has her attention drifting back to those shells and sighing. "I think I'm making a mistake this time, standing." She says more quietly. All that Edyis' first words gain her is a tight little grin full of humor and fire, Alida not bothering to deny it. Things become serious again quickly enough, however, with the not-scribe's next admittance, the blonde slowly puffing out a long breath, and stretching her neck a little. Head shake. "You know ya' can always back out... But it seems a little late fer that, now." Shrug. "Why?" "What if I do impress?" She murmurs after a while; elbows braced to lean against the railing. "I've been confident in the idea that I won't from the beginning. I know what happens if I don't impress, I leave the weyr and build contacts elsewhere. I keep moving keep doing what I have been for the last four turns." Dark eyes drift searchingly to the pale blonde, "But what happens if I do? What happens if I impress and I end up with a lifemate I have no hope of comprehending? Or one who is so far my polar opposite that we are constantly at odds? Then what comes after weyrlinghood? What happens if I don't get tapped into the right wing? I mean fuck. I think I'd between if I wound up in Iceberg. Everything changes... " The emphasis on right probably gives those who know her best a clear indication of which one she is talking about. She was ready to answer Edyis with glib-seeming facts, but Alida should have known the young woman better than that: is anything Ed has concerns about 'standard?' This is something Alida asked of herself before she dared to Stand...except she never shared it with anyone...in the middle of the night those last sevendays of her own Candidacy. There's only quiet comprehension and silent empathy within green eyes for long moments as the woman cogitates deeply, her features full of concentration and - on occasion - a few of those 'vague' moments that might signal her speaking with Ilicaeth. When she does choose to speak, it's in guarded whispers. "Wish I could give ya a list uv things ta do, Ed." But she can't...though a certain thought along that path suddenly bothers her, makes her brows draw inward to a stark frown for a moment. "Ya do the best ya can, Ed. You draw a...an understanding line." Huh? "Ilicaeth an' I have an agreement: fer most uv' the everyday stuff, we agree ta not step beyond certain slightly variable boundaries...and *we're* a well-matched pair, overall." A very independent pair on both sides, as well...thus the space needed. "You carve out yer patch uv' mind space, while doin' yer best ta build as good uv' a bond with yer lifemate as ya *both* can." Sigh, head-scratch. "It's up ta you, mostly, at first, but the burden gets more shared as months pass. They grow..." Blink, hand flutter. "...really fast." Then again... "If yer matched with one somethin' like G'laer's Teisyth..." Oiy vey! "...then ya gotta be more the big sister...without bein' cruel about it." Or so Ilicaeth seems to imply. The small scowl that settles over her features like a miasma belies how tough saying the next is. "If yer bond winds up...bein' more somethin' like hi..." ahem "...K'zin's Rasavyth..." Frown. "Dunno exactly what that dragon is, really. Ilicaeth says 'e feels...oozy. Like slime. 'R sometimes a mirror." There's deep mistrust in the blonde's tone. "Don't let'cher dragon overwhelm you, take over. Like I said before." A deep breath and time for reflection have the blonde continuing, "You put yer own request fer a home Wing in ta' the Weyrleader...mention related stuff ta Wings that'cha like later in Weyrlinghood. Don't be shy...but don't be rude about it, either." Alida figures Edyis already knows how not to be 'too obvious.' "If somethin' about *anything* bothers ya t'the point uv' bein' frazzled, you speak up, though privately, ta those who direct things." Edyis listens quietly and intently as the blonde speaks, occasionally nodding. Her brows knit together more and more tightly as Alida continues, squinting as though she can see inside those shells to the dragons inside. "My best has never been enough. I don't see how impression would be any different. I barely keep my thoughts straight most days, another mind, another voice...How do you draw a line when you've already crossed so many?" The uncertainty in her voice is palpable. The last though, more than anything has her sighing. "Maybe..." A beat, "I just wish it was all over with. The not knowing is killing me." She watches Edyis closely as the candidate digests all the (admittedly) nebulous things Alida has to offer as bits of her own experience, the bluie listening intently, as well, not wanting to misdirect the other woman, or put her into even more of a tizzy. In the end, all she can find to say at first is, "I *know* what'cher feelin', Ed. Ilicaeth..." There's a twist of something in her features, behind green eyes - hesitation? anger? fear? - before the blonde admits in a tight, dark torrent, "He fuckin' scared the *shit* outta' me." The bulky, affable hunk of blue? "He knew...knows *everything* about me. *Everything*." Swallow, squint. "Couldn't hide, couldn't fight, couldn't outmaneuver..." And yet... "It took me nearly a month ta get inta' the proper head space ta' just...accept as much uv' it as I could." Blink. Impression. "An' from that point on...we just sorta-grew all over each other." A sudden, but not harsh grasp of the darker woman's forearm ends in a quick but meaningful squeeze of comraderly support before withdrawing. "That's the worst, yeah: the fucking *waiting*." Puff. "You need a... a 'different' take on shit during yer weyrlinghood - *if* ya Impress -" Alida reminds her 'student', "...find me. Not in public, if ya c'n help it, 'r Quinlys'll be all over both our asses, likely." Nose-wrinkle. The words given by her teacher must help, because the arm squeeze prompts something rather rare for the younger woman, and potentially dangerous: a fleeting attempt of at a brief hug. That is if she doesn't get herself knocked out by the guard for sudden shows of affection. The words are met with a sniff. "Thank you, that helps. " A beat. "Right, no peeving off the Weyrlingmaster." Fleeting hug? Alida wasn't expecting that, and her form tightens up quickly at the contact. But, oddly, she doesn't do more than twitch once, then slowly relax...and even lightly pat Edyis' thigh afterward. Is that a faint, vaguely surprised ghost-smile in the blonde's eyes? "Risky move, that." Snert. "Hey, be my guest: *Do* piss off the Weyrlingmasters." Smirkie. "Just do it within sane boundaries, with a semi-sane reason behind it." Snork. "And do so knowin' well that y'll likely be payin' for it." Beat. "But the payment's likely worth it ta speak up outta' turn, 'r do yer own thing when it seems the *right* thing ta do." Blink. Still... "Weyrlingmasters know the good, general boundaries. Respect those - like not goin' Between until they say so, an' it's right fer you an' yer lifemate - an' y'll likely be fine." Hopefully. What a splurge of words! "Yeah I suppose it was." She adds with a smirk, perhaps amused that she hasn't cracked her skull against the stone. "I think I had better get back to the barracks and crawl into bed before I fall asleep on my feet." She sighs, glancing at the eggs again and then back to the blonde and that ghost smile. "Thank you, Al. Really. For everything." For once, Alida feels...fulfilled, and for a reason that has nothing to do with guarding or duty or Ilicaeth...and it shows as she acutally smiles some over at Edyis. "Yeah... can't do too many uv' those 'staying out late' things." Eyeroll. "Just be ready fer anything, if possible." Smirk. "Night, Ed." Wow! The bluie actually gave one of her rare, 'formal' farewells. It's been a night of many 'firsts.' |
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