Logs:The Hardships of Being a Dragonrider
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| RL Date: 9 June, 2014 |
| Who: Aishani, Lilah, Alida |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Aishani meets Eliyaveith's Lilah, and airs High Reaches' dirty laundry because... that's what she does. Alida and Ilicaeth pass by on firelizard duty. |
| Where: Western Bowl/Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 7, Month 13, Turn 34 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: The snowfall is light and intermittent throughout the day until it tapers off completely into a frigid night. The ground is damp, though very little sticks. |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, Hattie/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, N'rov/Mentions, Oriane/Mentions, M'kris/Mentions, N'muir/Mentions, Ali/Mentions |
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| The last of the day's light snowfall is drifting down from the night sky in High Reaches' bowl, but it hasn't really had the chance to accumulate with the traffic through this area; well-travelled, it's all sort of slush and mud and better than ice at the very least. The skies are at least lovely up above, clear and cool and moonlit brightly. A tall dark figure comes from the Weyrleader Complex, dressed in a wine-dark flight jacket with a fur collar so large as to be practically without function, a matching hat, and high boots nice enough that the woman avoids the worst of the puddles. Aishani's hands, presumably gloved, are in her pockets. She is with no one and acknowledges no one she passes, though there's an alert sun-bright queen on one of the ground ledges, watching as she walks. Eliyaveith's mind reaches to High Reaches before she ever appears in the crisp skies above, seeking permission to enter the foreign territory with bright, heated sparks. Only after she seeks it and it is granted does the gold Between into the night above, almost dark enough to go unnoticed if it weren't for the moons and stars above lighting on the bronzey queen, who at the moment looks even more like one of the male dragons by the fact that she is of a comparable size in her growth cycle. She circles to land without any fancy acrobatics, though there is a low rumble of complaint as sensitive paws touch slush. "Sorry, love," Lilah murmurs as she starts to slide off, her gaze catching briefly on Aishani. It's only once she's found solid ground herself that she offers a salute in the goldrider's direction. There the watchdragon, of course, and the constant rhythm of Hraedhyth's drums, and beside that, the warm wash of ocean's tide and breezes, gentle - Iesaryth. She watches Eliyaveith appear in the dark skies above, circle down to land with keen interest - not because the young queen is young or unusual, but because it's simply the level of analysis to which she subjects any dragon in the Weyr's skies. Maybe any dragon. It's likely Iesaryth who tips her rider off about the visitors; Aishani turns her dark gaze toward the dragon landing, slowing in her steps. Her expression is neutral, though there's something dark lurking around the corners of her mouth, in the way fine brows arch. Even so, the salute is returned with bare formality and she approaches the other goldrider with easy, long-legged strides. "High Reaches duties to Fort," she calls before she's in speaking distance. Lilah's fingers scritch briefly against gold hide, her expression taking on the distracted edge of any rider talking to their dragon before she steps away. Eliyaveith is quick to launch herself into the air, away from that frozen ground, before finding an unoccupied ledge to occupy, huddling into herself for warmth. Her gaze, however, seeks out Iesaryth below, her own attention returned curiously. "And Fort's to you," the red-haired woman answers, lifting fingers to blow on them. She seems to have forgotten her gloves. "I came looking for--. Nevermind, I guess I didn't. Aishani, correct?" « Welcome. » Iesaryth's ocean is not sunny-bright, tropically beautiful as it seems like it ought to be, with leaden skies - thankfully, no hint of a storm. Even so, she is mannered in her welcome, entirely sincere and polite. « It is better in the hatching cavern. » She seems used to passing on this sort of advice. Her rider: "Please pass on my regards to your Weyrwoman." She nods at the question, but is obviously curious about the unfinished sentence. "Aishani, Iesaryth's, yes. And you're Lilah? I was at your hatching. I'm sorry, you were looking for something?" « I do not want to intrude on your hatching cavern, » Eliyaveith answers with great reverence, her 'voice' melodic and soft and polite as well as she addresses the other queen. « Especially not now, when Hraedhyth will need it so soon. But thank you. » "Lilah, Eliyaveith's," confirms the senior weyrling in turn, a small, polite smile appearing only for a moment at the corners of her lips at the mention of hatchings. "Shortest hatching of my life, I swear. But then, I may be biased." She shakes her head at the question, dismissive. "No, it's nothing, really. I just thought that I might find the Weyrleader and give him my congratulations. I'm not sure why, but--." « One of the small ones had her eggs in there recently. We do not mind unless there are eggs. Even then, we both are very different about them. Understandable. » The two queens, after all, are very different dragons. The point Iesaryth is making: it's not a big deal if Eliyaveith's cold. "Short is better than long, especially if you have to stand there till the end," Aishani notes wryly. And if Lilah's mission has her lips twisting into something more like a smirk, well. There's likely a reason. "The Weyrleader," she echoes, with the minimum deference possible for that title, "The Weyrleader is likely in the infirmary on his off hours, as the flight was quite violent. What a /surprise/." She's not really surprised at all. "Cadejoth was injured. There were a few injuries. As usual." "As usual?" Lilah questions, her brow curving upwards at the statement in a hint of surprise. Apparently that was not part of her mating flight lecture, that it could be violent. "It was a stupid idea, anyways. I'm not really looking for him. Don't tell him I was looking for him, please." « Small ones? » Eliyaveith offers the image of a firelizard, questioning. Is this what you mean? « It is tempting. It is colder here, than home. » She twists to look down towards the hatching cavern, considering it even though she does not move. "Hraedhyth's flights tend to be somewhat on the violent side," Aishani explains. She's standing with Lilah in the bowl, in her big furry collar and hat, talking to the Fortian goldrider as the last of the snowfall drifts down. As for K'del, she laughs, waving a hand, "Oh, don't worry. I don't talk to him unless forced to for some perverse reason." Which is probably so helpful for the running of the Weyr. Oh well. Iesaryth takes Eliyaveith's image and lights it up, flies it down into the Reachian hatching caverns, into a nice spot for a 'lizard hatching, at least. « Until the eggs come, it does not matter much. » "Hraedhyth's flights tend to be somewhat on the violent side," Aishani explains. She's standing with Lilah in the bowl, in her big furry collar and hat, talking to the Fortian goldrider as the last of the snowfall drifts down. As for K'del, she laughs, waving a hand, "Oh, don't worry. I don't talk to him unless forced to for some perverse reason." Which is probably so helpful for the running of the Weyr. Oh well. Iesaryth takes Eliyaveith's image and lights it up, flies it down into the Reachian hatching caverns, into a nice spot for a 'lizard hatching, at least. « Until the eggs come, it does not matter much. » Winging his way down crisply through a light snow shower, Ilicaeth's blocky form soon backwings, alights upon the floor of the Bowl, his eye-marked wings rustling a little as the stony blue awaits his rider's dismount. Once the figure in riding gear has done so, her dragon folds his pinions to his back and sides, and gives an amiable warble to whoever's gathered nearby. Soon enough, Alida's helmetless form is heading over towards the general region of the hatching cavern...the palest-blonde woman crossing paths with the pair of goldriders along the way. A definite bob of head is given to Aishani's familiar face - along with 'lida's typical alto grunt, "Shani" - but the unknown Fortian weyrling receives a thorough going-over from head to toe by cool and implacable green eyes before memory serves her with the proper name. "Weyrling Lilah." The bluerider's vocal delivery is clipped and fast, hard-accented, though with definite nuances of the more typical 'Reachian delivery. "Our duty to yer queens." Smirk. "Oh?" Lilah questions lightly at the goldrider's response, the hint of a smile catching in her expression and warming dark eyes as she studies the other woman. "Should I do the same?" It is even as Alida gives her duty that it seems Eliyaveith will take Iesaryth's invitation, practically springing towards the hatching cavern before settling down on a ledge inside. It seems this is a nice compromise in her mind versus burying into the sand like she may want. Her rider turns to watch, delayed, before she finally shifts to properly salute Alida, greeting, "Bluerider." Aishani's sharp dark gaze flickers up to catch Ilcaeth on his way down, so she expects Alida's passing, her greeting. With a brisk nod of her own, "Alida. Evening. Lilah, this is Alida, Ilicaeth's. Alida, you remember Lilah, it seems." Introductions so dispensed with, the goldrider has an amused glance for the redhead, arching a brow. "I'd say avoid at all costs, but we have history. Generational blood spilled. I'm biased." It sounds dramatic, but she seems /mostly/ serious. As for Iesaryth, her sense of hospitality is soothed, no guests will freeze tonight. A salute? Well, that's nice. Alida's mouth half-tips again into an almost saucy little curl, her eyes still watchful, slightly guarded in some quiet fashion as she lingers on the periphery of the other two womens' personal space. From Ilicaeth, there's an almost playful puff of casual grit which swirls and scuffs along the minds of the two golds, his parched desert heat encountering Iesaryth with a familiar baritone, « 'sup? » while it rumbles scratchily to Eliyaveith, « 'Lo there. Bored with Fort? » Chuckle. Alida, meantime, nods as Aishani introduces her, then noting to the junior, "Never met 'er before." Then how does she know Lilah's name? Chalk it up to being what she is... was. "Blood?" Grin. "Are we talkin' Flights 'r worse?" Eliyaveith's mind reflects the heated sands below her, buried into the grains that she imagines to feel very like the hatching cavern of Fort. « No. She wanted to come, so we came. » That is all she offers, simply, as an answer. "Well met, Alida," Lilah replies politely, her own attention sliding to Aishani at Alida's questions. Yet, she looks thoughtful, quiet. "I suppose that is a good enough reason to avoid someone." "I hadn't met her either, but I was at the hatching." Aishani quirks a smile, noting generally, "But that's been sorted, providentially. And no, not really. Though I was mentioning the injuries, Cadejoth's injury from the flight." She wrinkles her nose a touch, as if the idea is a little distasteful. Fighting, so gauche. To Lilah, "Mm, I think so. But fate doesn't, apparently." A little shrug the Fortian's way before, suddenly, "Oh, I'm not even thinking. You should come have dinner while you're here. Are things getting better there yet? The timing is... terrible, really." « Rarely boring, here... » Ilicaeth comments easily back to Eliyaveith, giving the Fortian dragon a cursory glimpse of various images whirling across the golden, hot sands of his mind: a startled gold firelizard gouging his lifemate's arm; Hraedhyth's recent flight with lots of ichor flowing between senior queen and her bronze pusuants; and some rather paltry-looking bronze screaming with an injury to his wing and falling from the sky to coast to the dragon infirmary. "Ah..."Alida murmurs to Aishani's first words, the bluie then curling what might be a vaguely cruel curl of lips to the mention of Cadejoth's injuries. "Think we got lots uv' Istan blood in our dragon lines..." Given the violence. A quick, far-off focus of the bluerider's eyes sudden leads into her low, "Yer gals know Pyrite's hoarding the Sands, right? They c'n shoo her off if needs be... but I'd honestly prefer her not ta be too disturbed. Gota only a few more days." Alida seems a little put out by her pet's choice of nesting area, but she'll not shy from making certain others who might go into the Grounds are careful. And then Shani's speaking of Fort, and the woman flicks her gaze over to Lilah, awaiting how the weyrling might speak of the troubles there. "Eliyaveith's on the ledges, not the sands. Yours must be the flit that has her clutch there? Iesaryth warned her," Lilah replies evenly, a quicker answer than questions about Fort. Yet, she seems to answer that smoothly as well where she says, "We are having a Turn's End celebration soon. You're welcome to come, I'm sure, if you want to get away. From K'del, or whoever." The last is added with a touch of dry humor, directed towards Aishani. "But, I wouldn't say no to a drink, if you want to offer something." Eliyaveith's heat flares in concern for images of injuries, stirring even where she sits as if she might be able to help right at this moment. « They should not be so, » she believes firmly. And along with that firm belief, an engraved promise that hers will not be. Likewise, "Iesaryth told Eliyaveith she was welcome to the ledges to stay warm precisely because they don't mind about Pyrite. The only one you really need to worry about disturbing at this point is Hraedhyth, and that's some time off." Aishani might seem a bit sour at the last, but she isn't otherwise, giving another diffident little shrug to Alida's supposition about the bloodlines. "Another reason to be glad to be mostly of Monaco, perhaps. And Turn's End. N'rov had /better/ be back at Fort by then." Cough. "Sounds lovely. And of course, let's get inside." Iesaryth is with Eliyaveith on this one. It's just not done. "She's been a real cu...pip since I finally found 'er eggs in *there*..." Alida murmurs with a hint of vexation of her pet's predilication, her pale, plaited head bobbing once to Lilah and Aishani in acknowledgement. "Ain't *her* Sands, anyway... little brat." Snert. As for the dark woman's inference about monocoan bloodlines, "Mmf. Good ta' have a nice infusion uv' outcrossed blood from Iesaryth. Startin' ta wonder about all this inbreeding..." She sounds so casual in mentioning it. No matter, it seems time to depart, and moving with the prevailing flow of the conversation, the bluerider notes to the other women, "Gonna go check those eggs. Enjoy yer visit, F... Lilah." Beat. "Nice seein' ya again, Shani." Grin. As for Ilicaeth, he'll just shrug his furnace-hot sands at both of the golds. To him, sustaining wound in action is second-nature. N'rov's name mentioned seems to startle Lilah, her gaze sliding towards Aishani with surprise. Yet, she speaks first to Alida as she answers politely, "Thank you, bluerider. And if you are interested in selling those eggs, I may consider buying one. Let me know?" It's only then that she turns back to regard Aishani, dark gaze dragging over the other woman in a curious study. "I haven't seen him since he left. I'm not sure when he intends to return." She falls in step with the other goldrider, however, letting her lead the way in the unfamiliar Weyr. "No, they're not." Aishani seems offended at the very idea, that a firelizard might try to lay claim to the whole hatching cavern. Though she does have to agree with Alida, noting, "It seems to be common enough around here that... well. It's a good thing Cadejoth turns out decent dragons. Have a good night, Alida." Offering the blonde bluerider a wave as she departs, the tall goldrider turns to start toward the living cavern, picking a path through the worst of the slush. Wryly but warmly, "When he can be kept in the manner he's accustomed to, no doubt." A blink at Lilah presages Alida's glib, "Welcome. Will do," the blonde's incisive green gaze focusing on the interplay between the two goldies when N'rov's name comes up. For Shani, "Ilicaeth put *that* notion right outta' her mind the minute we discovered the eggs..." Smirkie. There's a long and measuring look for the Reachian goldrider at her words of Cadejoth's siring abilities, and then 'lida's pivoting about crisply on a boot heel, waggling her fingers over her shoulder at the others, and striding off quickly towards the entrance to the Sands. A rumbling click from beyond signals something from Ilicaeth, but whatever it is remains unknown. "If only we could all run off like that. I think Eliyaveith would enjoy somewhere warm," answers Lilah with dry humor, a small smile flicking briefly at her lips. "I will have to come out for the hatching, to see these decent dragons. Seems like a compelling endorsement." Leading the way into the living cavern, "Iesaryth is, predictably, fond of beaches, particularly Monaco's. I do my best to accommodate her. It's not much of a trial." Aishani isn't kidding, with the way the slush gets tracked into the living cavern to melt into a small pond just inside that is never really mopped up. "We usually try to put on a good hatching. I suppose I should try for a more ringing endorsement, given so very many of the dragons here are Cadejoth and he insists on catching his spawn, but..." She shrugs. Whatever. "Do you want a warm drink or something else?" There's immediate relief as Lilah steps inside the warmer caverns of High Reaches Weyr, a breath exhaled lightly. The last time she was in this cavern, there was discomfort at being the focus of attention, and that seems to crop up again as nearby dragonriders look to the two goldriders. Yet, the redhead does her best to focus completely on Aishani instead of those around them, questioning lightly, "I thought that there was something between High Reaches and Monaco? We've heard rumors... Though, of course, Iesaryth is from Monaco." She glances, briefly, as if she can't help herself, to a group of riders that watch them, before turning away to find an empty table. This she can do without waiting for Aishani to lead. "Warm, please. Though, I wouldn't say no to something alcoholic. We have very little of that, lately. Aren't you concerned about where that might leave you in a few generations? It's never good in humans." The abrupt change in conversation is almost smooth, if it weren't an abrupt change. By contrast, Aishani seems quite used to being watched. The darker goldrider certainly dresses for attention, walks with a certain brisk regality, and... well. Has recently been confirmed as a /junior/ weyrwoman, when she once ran the place. "Oh, there is. There has been for some time, but Oriane has always said that Iesaryth is welcome, and she has not gone back on her word. Terribly unfortunate for the exiled riders, though. A whole wing." She doesn't even lower her voice for that, old news. "There ought to be mulled wine, or cider." She's about to move off to get that while Lilah finds a table, but pauses at the question, taking off her hat. "I think that's what Alida might have been getting at. If the dragonhealers aren't concerned, I suppose it's not an issue, but it's all a bit... weird, really." "Either is fine," Lilah replies easily as she settles at the table. If it weren't for the red-gold curls that escape from the messy way she's pulled her hair back, Lilah would look positively drab in contrast to Aishani. Instead, she looks mostly drab, and that is only made worse as she shrugs ouot of the dark leathers of her riding jacket. Beneath, she wears only a faded grey uniform of loose trousers and a loose tunic, neither of which fit her frame as they should. They do look supremely comfortable, however, in the way the cotton has been worn soft. Her fingers fold in front of her against wood as she waits for Aishani to return, careful to focus on a distant spot on a wall rather than looking around while she waits foor the other womam to return. Everyone had to suffer through the depredations of weyrlinghood, and Aishani is likely no different, but she's making up for it. When she returns with two heavy mugs, placing them carefully on the table, she too takes off her jacket; her clothes are smartly tailored and stylish. She probably keeps some weaver busy. "It was a good instinct," she tells Lilah as she sits. "Coming to offer congratulations? I try to go when I can, at least send a bottle of something. It's nice when I can go to Fort, because I know I can bring wine and Hattie and N'muir will actually drink it together when the children go to sleep. That's the image I like, anyway." Lilah's smile curves briefly at her lips, warming dark eyes at Aishani's compliment. She answers lightly, "Maybe. Maybe not. It may have been a silly instinct, but--. I am sure Hattie and N'muir appreciate that." She reaches for the mug, wrapping cold, ungloved fingers immediately around it to draw the warmth from its sides. "What happened with the wing from Monaco? How are they settling in here?" "It doesn't hurt to maintain some relationship with other Weyrs. Even if they're not particularly... inclined towards you. And I tend to appreciate the chance to talk to Hattie. I should stop by, but what with everything..." Aishani trails off, leaves it at that. It might be reasonable to assume the Fortian Weyrwoman is busy, given the givens. After taking a careful sip from her own mug, "Mm. I'm not sure, but I'd imagine something to make Oriane angry. The new Weyrleader at Monaco... I can't say I know of anyone who's a /fan/, so that might have something to do with it. And I don't imagine well, given it's summer there and winter here, but I plan to check. They don't seem pleased." "Everything has been very--. Mm, not chaotic, but it's been busy. I'm not sure that it's helped her, either, to have lost Ali and gained the two of us to train during all of this," Lilah replies, spreading her hands out in an innocent gesture before she folds them around her mug again. "At least we're almost done with weyrlinghood. It will be one less thing for her to deal with." Her gaze finally slips sideways to eye the Living Cavern, as if she could recognize a Monaco rider from any other in the cavern. "What has the new Weyrleader done to be so unliked? Besides for this exile of an entire wing, though if they made the Weyrwoman angry, then--." With an odd little twist of her mouth, "N'rov as well, not that either of them would admit to him being helpful, I think." Aishani looks as if she might add more, but doesn't - just looks mildly irritated, and tries to hide it in her mug. After another drink, "I'm sure it's busy, but likely also a comfort to have two of you rather than one. It'll be a relief for you to be done with weyrlinghood as well, no doubt." There might be a few riders that look tanned and grouchy. They could be Monacoan, maybe. As for Monaco's new Weyrleader, "I can't speak to all the reasons Monaco might take issues with him, but his son killed our Weyrwoman some turns ago. So that's the High Reaches end of things." Lilah's lips part on a thought, a question written in her expression as she turns back to Aishani. But, it never comes. Instead, she replies, "N'rov as well. It hasn't been the easiest turn, for them." She finally brings the mug to her lips, taking a slow sip as she studies Aishani over the rim. She murmurs without putting her drink down, "But, that was his son. You cannot assign the sins of one person to another, even if they are related by blood." For the first time, Aishani seems faintly uncomfortable at the unspoken question from Lilah, shifting in her seat to cross long legs. "He should come back," is where she leaves it, mild petulance threading her tone. It's not the first time she's said it. At least Lilah's regard doesn't bother her - she returns it with her own measured interest, nodding. "It's true, though... if a man raised a boy to see that as the only option in a certain situation..." She shrugs. "He's not a good man, from what I understand. But at the same time, do we choose our Weyrleaders? I've argued we /should/ but no one liked that." "If I were a Weyrwoman, I would much rather choose who I'd want to lead with rather than leaving it to a lust-driven dragon," Lilah agrees dryly, though for a moment she is distracted, unfocused with the all too familiar reaction of a rider listening to her dragon. "Ah, well. I guess that is that. Eliyaveith has /assured/ me that she will make the best choice for the Weyr." A pause, and then the goldrider finally addresses the question she's been considering, though she states in mildly, "You must be the girl, right? N'rov's?" "Oh, well. Clearly, we can trust their judgement when they're not themselves as well. Even if they try to pick, it can all go wrong, trust me." Aishani shakes her head a little, wry at some memory, still a little annoyed by it, even. "It's truly astounding how much 'tradition' can matter to people, even in an Interval, when it would seem that we could try something different. But no." With an eyeroll, she shrugs. And though mild, the question still causes a faint flush. Murder is a fine topic for discussion; Aishani's personal life, less easy. But still, "That's how he puts it. Yes." Lilah repeats what she's heard too many times from too many people, "Anything can happen in a flight." There is the faint hint of an amused smile for the flush, her brow curving upwards at it with humor. "How would you put it?" "Sadly." Shani rests her elbow on the table, chin in free hand as she traps the steam over her mug with the other. Trying her best to ignore the embarrassment, she admits, "I never know, to be honest. Nothing works. 'Boyfriend' is ridiculous, 'lover' is pretentious and rather more than I want to tell people about, frankly, whether it's assumed or not. 'My man'..." She shudders, nose wrinkled. "The hardships of being a dragonrider. There is never quite the right word for any relationship," Lilah replies lightly, tipping her chin in agreement to Aishani as she lifts her mug back to her lips. "It seems a common thing, though. Relationships that come from flights, or for your --whatever's dragon to catch yours." Giving a bit of a smirk, "I suppose there ought to be a few. There aren't too many these days, honestly." Aishani shifts to take another drink, looking down into what's left of her mug. "It gets so built up, really. The flight and what it is and how it is and what it means. So much pressure. And I suppose how you look at it depends on how you look at certain people /touching/ you. Strangers." Glancing up, offering a quick smile, "Not to scare you off of it, but if it's not your thing, there's a certain lack of enthusiasm for sharing that with anyone else. I guess that's another hardship of being a dragonrider. A queenrider or greenrider." Lilah meets Aishani's gaze easily, though she does not match smile to smile. Instead, she answers simply, "I wouldn't worry about scaring me off of it; it isn't like I have a choice in the matter." She shrugs up a shoulder, though the weight of her attention on the other goldrider is not nearly as dismissive as that gesture. "You'll have to make sure to drag N'rov back in time for Iesaryth's next flight. Or before Isyath's, really." "Some people... get very upset about it. Better not to. You do what you can. But you can only run off once before they expect it." Again, Aishani really isn't joking, although her wry smirk is in evidence once again. Dryly, "Don't tell your Weyrleaders I said that if you do. And yes, before Isyath's. That's part of the deal." She's still a touch displeased though; it /better/ be before that. "I don't even know with Iesaryth now that Hraedhyth's gone up. I don't even know if that matters." "Run off /where/?" Lilah questions, curiously, her brow curving upwards to reinforce the question even as she leans forward. "I was under the impression that it always matters, when it comes to a gold flight and possible eggs." Now Aishani gives a quick glance around, dark gaze sharp, and lowers her voice a little... because she doesn't want to be overheard corrupting weyrling goldriders. "Some island out west. Somewhere south. With herds nearby and no Weyrs close enough to notice." She leans back, straightening, and finishes her drink before, "As long as no one else shows up coincidentally at the same time, anyone who notices at home /should/ be too late. Didn't work out, though." As she sets her mug down, "They both rose at the same time once. The first time. But I would imagine anything after that really depends on need." A quick smile slips across Lilah's lips, and she replies lightly, "I read about that, in the records. I wasn't quite sure how it had worked out, but--. I was under the impression that it would be the worst thing in the world if I tried; that fixing flights even as a junior weyrwoman was frowned upon." She pauses for a moment to sip at her mug, considering, but she only adds, "I do not have anyone I'd fix the flight in favor for. It doesn't really matter to me, who wins." "Oh, it is frowned upon. Completely. People think I fixed my last flight, though I'm not really sure how I would have. If there were a way, someone would have found it well before me. I'd hope." Aishani actually seems a bit concerned at that, as if it's possible that so many generations of goldriders just never bothered looking that hard. Ridiculous. Setting her empty mug down on the table to roll the edge back and forth idly, "That's likely easier. Less to worry about, in some ways." "Perhaps. It is still at least a turn away; it may change before she ever rises." But Lilah does not seem too concerned with the possibility, her shoulder rolling again in a shrug as she considers Aishani across from her. "Why would they think that? N'muir's dragon catches Hattie's often, and no one accuses her of fixing the flight. It just seems to be not uncommon, for the riders' relationships to impact a flight." Aishani has to admit, "I liked that it took some time. Takes some time. If I were on the sands or in the galleries constantly..." She shakes her head, grimacing. As for accusations, she gives a little shrug. "Perhaps because I tried once. Or because I've lied about other things. I'd agree - it's more common than people that hate one another, thank Faranth, really. It stands to reason that dragons should get along if the riders do." "Then it is lucky for you that we are in an Interval," replies Lilah with a quick smile, lifting her mug in a salute before taking a long swallow of the warming liquid. "It doesn't really matter what they think; whether you've lied or not. You're a goldrider. People may talk all they want, but it's not like any of it matters." "In many ways, I think. I've read about clutches of forty or more eggs. It's hard to imagine putting them through all of that." Aishani looks over her shoulder, toward the entrance, as if she could see either of the golds through the rock. "Just ten or twelve seems like a lot of effort." As for being a goldrider, lies and the rest, "It does seem like there's a lot you can get away with. The worst that happens is getting shipped off, but there can be safeguards put into place." A pause before she eyes her mug again, then, "It's getting late and I've a few errands left to run. Do you mind if I leave you to it? You're welcome to look around, or head home to where there's less snow." A faint smile. "I might. But do visit again." Lilah's quick to shake her head, answering lightly, "I do not mind. I may just stay to finish my mug and then take myself back before--. Well, before anything. Take care, Aishani. It was nice meeting you." Rising to her feet to shrug on her jacket, Aishani notes lightly, "There hasn't been a fight here in at least six months." That might not be what Lilah was talking about, but it's meant as a joke. "Nice meeting you too, Lilah. Clear skies to you both." With that, she heads back out into the chill and the snow. Yay. |
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