Logs:Exchanging Information
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| RL Date: 18 July, 2011 |
| Who: Devaki, Rhaelyn |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Devaki and Rhaelyn discuss the situation with the exiles and exchange information. |
| Where: Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 3, Turn 26 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Elgin/Mentions, Rynien/Mentions |
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| It's the middle of the night. What better time to go padding around the weyr halls and store rooms in little more than a shift and a blanket around you in bare feet? Holding a fading glow-basket, Rhaelyn pushes the door of the store room door open and gives a little whistle into the room. Hopefully the letter that she left on her fellow exiles pillow would make it obvious what she wanted and who wanted it. The middle of the night is about when Devaki's normally at his most active. Certainly he doesn't look like he's just woken up, and is fully clothed. He is barefoot, and while he has his walking stick he's carrying it in deference to the terms of the meeting. Like almost all exiles, he is whisper quiet, thanks a lifetime of hunting, only the slight creak of the door betraying his arrival, glow-less. The glow basket is mostly hodded, just enough to announce where she's at in the room, her body poised in that flight-ready stance in case it is not Devaki coming in. A breath hisses out in relief when it turns out to be him afterall. "Could have answered back." She whispers in the darkness, her voice edgy. While she certainly shouldn't need the glow, it's a little comfort right now. "Could've been more dramatic," Devaki responds with a low laugh, clearly bemused by the steathiness of their meeting. He pads silently to join her, setting his stick at rest against a convenient shelf. "What's all this about that you couldn't just talk to me about any other time?" He's clearly intrigued despite himself, hand brushing hair back as he regards the other islander. "I know. I'm surprised you held back trying to scare the shit out of me." Rhaelyn smiles though, pulling the hood of the faded glows open a bit more once the door is closed. "I should have just tried to corner you in the cavern, but I didn't want others to overhear and perhaps join in and have their opinions run roughshod over what I want to talk about." There's a sour tightening of her lips about that. "This is between exiles." "Figured you'd expect that. I like to do the unexpected now and then to keep people on their toes," Devaki confesses, though the lingering smile suggests he'd seriously considered doing so all the same. "Corner me?" he echoes with a tip of head, amusement fading by measures at her latter comment. Hands fold across his chest, and he nods, sober all of a sudden. "Go ahead then." "It would remind me of the old days. You coming in and playing some prank." The exile sounds almost sad for that now, even though before she would cry and wail against such harshness. Rhaelyn never really was one that spent much time with the mindhealer, even back on the island but she smiles slightly now. "I just mean, get a moment of your time." Letting out a breath she sits down on a stack of second-hand clothes and pulls her blanket up around her. "I have been talking with Ylynna and some of the other candidates. But..." she faulters and admits, "Devaki, I don't even know what I should be trying to get information about. And, I'm afraid some people are getting the wrong idea about us. While normally I wouldn't care what people think, this is more serious. Isn't it?" "I would've had Xoami waiting here and advance, were that the case," Devaki smiles, too, reminiscent. The smile fades as he focuses on Rhaelyn's words. He remains standing, gaze thoughtful for a moment, then he nods. "More serious, yes. As for Ylynna -- what we need to know is the people who-- those who might have issue with Lord Rynien's rule. Who might have been wronged. Who might be sympathetic. These things will be useful to us. But-- what do you mean by the wrong idea?" There's a soft laugh at the thought of Xoami laying wait to spring the trap on her and the glows make her eyes sparkle. It's short lived though, "You mean, who would be sympathetic to us?" Her gaze drifts away, across the room as she thinks about this, or ways to get to the heart of that. When she looks back to Devaki it's to answer his question. "Didn't you hear Nathalia? The other night, talking with Emme? She can't be the only one who is thinking we are...dangerous." There's a frown that follows. "Why do you think they keep us here? It's not really our words they fear so much as our... Blood." Devaki's shoulders twitch in the slightest of shrugs. "I wouldn't listen to the likes of Nathalia. She clearly doesn't listen to what's going on in the Weyr. She thinks the best of the Weyr because that is where her loyalty lies. She's the sort that would refuse to see the treachery of the Weyr's leaders even should it be demonstrated in front of her. That kind of loyalty cannot be swayed." His lips purse. Rhaelyn nods her head in agreement, "I'm not discounting what you say at all, I believe you. She has some opinion to say about everything. If you said the sky is blue, she would correct you and tell you it's 'sky-blue'." Her nose crinkles as she adds, "I guess we can't be concerned that she might poison other people against us. Exiles I mean." She bobs one of her feet, looking uncomfortable. "It's going to take more than just one or two of us to get anywhere in this place." "It's not this place that interests me." Devaki confesses, a dismissive gesture indicating the Weyr-at-large. "They wish to wash away our tradition as if it means nothing. I won't let them do that -- already some of the exiles ignore our Traditions as if they meant nothing." He grimaces, jaw tightening. "Until the Hatching, at least, we are stuck here. Those that Impress will-- I hope -- not forget where they come from. Who they are." Rhaelyn nods her head and looks down at the glow basket, drawins a finger along the handle of it, "I will not forget our traditions. No matter what you might hear me say outside this room, or what it might look like." She looks up, trying to catch his eyes, "We haven't always been friends, didn't see eye to eye, but I'm an exile. And I know...others feel the same way. Even if they don't appear it at face value." Devaki levels his gaze on Rhaelyn, a hint of surprise in his study of the other islander. Slowly, he nods in response to her words. Her latter words earn a slight shake of head. "I'm afraid actions speak louder than anything else. It is difficult to know who to trust any more." A beat or two of silence passes, then he wonders, "Will you be one of those seeking a dragon on the sands?" "We have to unearth who can be trusted and who is turning out to be siding with the mainlanders." Rhaelyn's voice is sure about that, as is her tone. "But, I also think we shouldn't be fighting ourselves when we should be putting out backs together against -them-. They are the ones who are locking us here right? Trying to lock us into their weyr? " She frowns in thought, and shrugs about seeking out a dragon, "Do you think it's going against the exiles to try for a dragon?" "I think," Devaki says, slowly, "That the Weyr wants us to Impress, to put us under their authority. But I also know that we are a stubborn folk, and I don't forget that it is riders of this Weyr who brought our ancestors to the island." He tugs a hand through his hair again, then glances to Rhaelyn. "Our elders encourage us to seek a dragon, as well." He's aware that she hasn't yet answered the question, and there's a somewhat expectant look. His answer is met by a nod of her head, she gets what he's saying but she says, "I don't know that we /have/ to fall completely under their authority. I mean...wouldn't we have more strength having a dragon under us to take us out of the weyr? Take us were we wanted to go?" She lifts up her shoulders, "I am going to get on the sands somehow and get a dragon. But not to aid the weyr." She waits to see if he'll agree with her or pin her as a traitor. "It is a risk, though," Devaki says, slowly, frowning in concentration. "I don't understand what control a dragon has over their rider, or vice versa. It may not /be/ your choice what to do, where to go, who to be loyal to." He waits a beat and, finally, twitches lips. "Then I wish you all the best of luck." He laughs, a little faintly, then admits, "I feel -- alone in my desire to marry. To keep our traditions alive. But I suppose there's only, what, fourteen eggs? At the end of the day, the exiles who don't Impress will still remain exiles, and I hope to change that status for those of us left." Rhaelyn laughs softly about getting married, "Is that what you would like to do then? With a mainlander? Well, Ylynna tells me that if I don't impress, there may be some hope in getting me polished up enough to meet some people. If it's the marriage route to go with. But, that is trusting that these people will ever let us go." She sounds very doubtful it will be anytime soon. "Elgin, he believes that it's better that some of us exiles have dragons. If even one of us can have a tiny bit of pull down the road, it's better than what we have now. Nothing." That comment, with a mainlander, earns a grimace, but Devaki does nod. "Our Blood must be recognized, legitimized--" he doesn't finish the rest of the thought, however. The mention of Elgin earns a frown and a dismissive wave of his hand. "Elgin falls over himself trying to impress the Weyr's occupants and throws away our traditions. We won't have nothing forever. Some the lack of anything now more poorly than others, though." Rhaelyn shakes her head in denial of what Devaki says, "He might appear that way but...he's doing it because he thinks it's the best way he can get information from them." Her lips purse together, "I thought he was doing it turn his back on us too, but it's not that. Some things are not as they seem." There's a small scowl though, frustration maybe, "Is there anything I can do? Aside from trying to uncover who might disaprove of Highreaches leadership?" Devaki keeps his eyes on Rhaelyn, though he doesn't look particularly believing. "Yes, you are right -- some things are not as they seem," on that, at least, he seems to agree. He drops hands to his sides and straightens slowly. "Perhaps you can ask about Rynien's children. I hear his daughter is engaged to the Lord Crom, much older than her. If she's coming to the Weyr for the Hatching, I'd be -- it would be nice to know what she's like, beforehand." He gives a tiny smile that spreads further into a grin. "Other than that -- well, it would be nice to know where the others stand. I know some of them are keen to integrate, like Seani -- she barely even talks to any of us any more." Rhaelyn smiles as she nods, uncurling from her sitting spot as their meeting wraps up. "I will gather information that I can about other exiles. You will know where most stand better than I do, but it's better to have more information than too little. Right?" She stands, drawing the basket closed to hide the glow of light. "Shouldn't be a problem getting information from Ylynna, she is pretty lose with her information. So far." Amusement though, that Devaki might be fishing in Lord Crom's pool. "Why would she have reason to suspect innocent little you?" Devaki's hand gestures and laughs. "I hear you're her new pet project, after all. I suppose ladies like their pretty things, too." Though aware of the other islander's amusement, he focuses on reaching for his stick instead of responding. There's the whisper quiet sound of his passing, faint, after the glowbasket's closed, and the creak of the door and the rush of fresh air. "Ladies first," he murmurs, holding the door open for her to precede him. Rhaelyn snorts at the reminder that she's a pet of the Lady, "It's worth it for the information. You know, if you aim to impress the Future Lady Crom, you could use some polishing up too." Different rules for the blood of the mainland and all that. It's a topic for another time though, closer to the hatching. After waiting for his response, if there is any, she opens the door and makes a silent departure on bare feet, back to her cot. "Undoutedly so. Perhaps I should spend some time in the lady Ylynna's company as well." Devaki, however, sounds reluctant rather than pleased. He offers no further parting words, waiting a suitable period before making his way out of the rooms, too. |
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