Logs:Living With Acceptance
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| RL Date: 5 February, 2016 |
| Who: Ellerey, T'gar |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Two tired weyrlings talk of wing shadowing and the progress of their onery dragons. |
| Where: Kitchen, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 8, Month 13, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, N'thei/Mentions, B'ren/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions |
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Kitchen, High Reaches Weyr
Polished marble and granite surfaces, gleaming metalwork and pale woods
characterize the vaulted fastness of the kitchen. Several large hearths
gape red-mouthed against the outer wall of the cavern, their fires almost
always stoked for the constant cooking the Weyr requires to feed its
denizens. Sinks line the wall to one side of the hearths, providing ample
space to wash large quantities of dishes, while to the other, cabinetry
and a deep pantry provide storage space for items commonly needed on a
day-to-day basis.
The remaining wall space is taken up by passageways and extra seating:
swinging doors that lead variously to the main living cavern, the inner
caverns and the storage rooms, a counter-height pass-through for food
service to the Snowasis, and a series of nooks equipped with tables and
benches for quick, out-of-the-way meals any time of day. Ellerey lost track of time while visiting her Bollian wintering family, the woman outpouring her joy and relief for their safety (and lack of the plague affecting them) while she was a junior weyrling. Now, some hours later, the greenriding weyrling enters the Kitchens after the dinner line has closed down, her tall and slender, riding jacketed finger a little hunched over from a long day, her boots making little sound as she shuffles a little towards one of the kitchen workers. T'gar is already here. He's commandeered the sole table in the place, back away from the kitchen drudges as he wolfs down his dinner of stew and a haunch of dark bread. There's a crumbled written hide sheet laid out before him that's currently getting his perusal, along with a mug of ale that must have been taken from the bar. A few low words are exchanged between Elle and the kitchen worker - a quick order of whatever they can nab her being fine, along with her quiet thanks - and soon enough, she's got a tray with the same food that T'gar sports back in that cubby, along with a mug of some herbal tea. Long legs drift her towards aforementioned cubby, and soon she's sliding into the seat across from her clutchmate, murmuring a tired but pleased, "Mind if I join you?" to him. Too late. When Ellerey arrives, T'gar looks up at her question and nods towards the very seat that she takes. He continues to chew, his mouth full, but he's watching her all the same. She's apparently comfortable with silence, because the first thing Elle does after seating herself (and getting that nod from T'gar) is to take a long sip of her tea, then shovel in a few spoonfuls of stew. Ahhh. Good. It's not until her mouth is clear again that the greenie murmurs in her deep alto to her tablemate, "Long day?" One of her fists is now propping up her head beneath jaw, the other moving to scoop up another spoonful of stew. "Busy day," is T'gar's answer stealing a glance at her as he takes a bite from the bread. "Been shadowing Alpine wing today. They seem to believe in keeping a weyrling running. Shadowed any wings lately yourself?" Quietly listening with only 3/4's of her brain, Ellerey's soon forced to un-prop her head as chewing and tearing apart her own large chunk of bread becomes necessary. Siiigh. "Yeah... Taiga and Hailstorm, these past two sevendays." Nom. "I think we need another rest day, after all we've been through." A small curl of lips into a little smirk shows just what the woman believes would happen if she ever was foolish enough to ask for such. "Any standouts, to you?" "Taiga was one of my first," T'gar nods to that on shadowing. "There's a few more I want to check out - just to be more curious than interested. He smirks a bit on restdays before he adds, "Well. Doubt Quinlys would go for something like that. And anyway, I find ways for a restday here and there at night. As for standouts?" Here he pauses, his spoon suspending above the stew as he seems to be considing the question. "Taiga," he answers one first. "Glacier. I've been looking into Snowdrift and Icicle, too. What about you?" There's a tired, but curious nod from Ellerey as she eats for T'gar's words of Taiga, though she rolls her brow eyes a little at mention of Quinlys. "We'll be rid of each other, soon enough." Grin, eat. "Nights farther south from here, I hope..." is noted with a meaningful shiver. Elle still hasn't been able to cope well with the deep chill of 'Reaches, and is often found in a heavy sweater even in the Spring or Autumn. Don't even mention winter. "Glad we agreed on that kitchen access weyr. We get more heat from it." Interested eyes take note of the weyrling bronzer's expressions as he speaks of his favored Wings, so far, and her curly head (with slowly-lengthening hair, by now) bobs a nod. "Looking into Hailstorm, Glacier, maybe Boreal, so far." A sip of tea is followed by a dryly humored, "Glacier seems a natural for you, I think." T'gar merely grins on her comment about the weyrlingmaster as he eats through his bowl of stew. "Yeah, I notice a fair bit of our clutchmates hang out down south," he causally voices with a bare nod. On the wings, "I hear Boreal's pretty good," he mentions when she brings that one up. "I might shadow that one next. Glacier, huh?" He pauses on that one before allowing a shrug and a, "Natural, maybe. Sometimes I don't like to go where everybody expects. Glacier might not be good for me in the long run." "I can't blame any of them," Ellerey murmurs with restrained emphasis, her bread now the object of her eating, after dipping into the stew. "Looking for at least a little bit of a challenge, so those three could present it..." of her own main choices. "Though Taikrin's 'mates are a bunch of super hard-asses." Tired brown eyes dance a little at her own observation. A look of faint surprise followed by a bit of grudging approval overcomes the greenling at T'gar's word of upsetting the redfruit cart, her mouth cleared by a sip of tea before Elle notes with some humor, "May you get what you deserve." Beat. "B'ren's a climber...but he's been rather...stuck in his position for awhile." "I'm not afraid of losing," T'gar shrugs on hearing about B'ren. "If I get stuck, I'll just find something else of interest. I won't be one of those that loses themselves to death over finding my ladder's been clipped." Leaning back as he finishes his stew, "Looking for some climbing yourself?" he asks her now. "Losing's a learning opportunity..." Ellerey seems to agree after her own fashion, her stew dived into again with remaining appetite. "Always hope of transfer, especially if one has a good reason..." Climbing on her own auspices, however, earns T'gar a small shrug. "Possibly. Seems like 'Reaches isn't as traditional as some other Weyrs in what color dragons can rise." Speaking of rise...the twisting thought of such things quite suddenly makes the woman's cheeks pinken just a little...the flush hidden behind a quick sip of tea. "True," T'gar agrees with her on the Reaches being a different Weyr. "There's still a Weyrsecond knot sitting on the table. Maybe our class could change that, you know?" But then, Ellerey's suddenly flushed and the weyrling is looking at her a little oddly. After a moment, "What?" he prompts, brows furrowing a bit. There's a small glitter of something behind Elle's eyes at T'gar's words of that massive knot, and she takes another sip before responding neutrally, "There was a greenriding Weyrsecond not all that long ago, here...when N'thei was 'leader." Apparently she's read beyond what was necessary for weyrlings to know about their home. "Though it seems to be handed to bronzes, browns, mostly." Shrug. Quietly to her tablemate, "Have aspirations, then?" She's curious, perhaps even slightly interested, to be sure. And then she's flushing, inciting that question of it, and the greenling shakes her head a little to rid herself of certain thoughts, finally murmuring to her clutchmate, "It'll happen, sooner or later." Beat. "Virisceth rising." The topic seems a mixed bag with her, given her reticent expression. "Never know," T'gar is easy to say on any rider taking the knot. "I think it ultimately comes down to who the Weyrleader could trust with the knot. Looks like he doesn't trust many, for turns." Aspirations, of course. He eyes his clutchmate before he muses in return, "I'd be a fool not to. If I can be as likeable as K'del. At least a little. I'm patient, though. You?" The last though, he falls silent on as he listens and watches. Even when she's done, he doesn't speak right away before saying, "Unfortunate part of the life. Some, I find, seems to look forward to it, but, in your boots, I wouldn't like having to give control over to my dragon. It's bad enough, chasing. You at least took care of being with a man and a woman." Right? It's there in the air. "He's had lots of crazy around him, in some way or another..." is noted of their Weyrleader's penchant for not trusting others. "Impasse situation, maybe. You start being afraid of taking chances, of growing..." She lets that trail off in favor of word of the T'gar's likability. "I thought I'd wind up keeping my distance from you...when Virisceth gave me a moment to think about other people." Snert. "Surprisingly, though, you're not as...unpleasant as you first seemed." Sip. "Gonna live up to my oh-so-important expectations?" Smirk. Word of patience inspires a guarded little nod from her, the brunette then giving a small sigh at her clutchmate's word of the inevitability of mating flights for the riders of females. At some point between bites of food, Elle mutters with mixed emotions, "Long time ago." Smirk. "Pre-Weyr, actually." Sip. "Being a Trader exposes one to...more opportunities than most." Brown eyes peer candidly into the man's blues, then slowly looks down at her food, her mouth pinched a bit. "I'm...concerned about how Viri'll...*be*." Fluttering hands indicate that inevitability of the green's rising. "Being afraid doesn't help the Weyr you're sworn to protect," T'gar grunts out. It seems to be all he's willing to say about it. Pushing his bowl aside in favor of the plate of bread. On his likability, "Oh, I'm all kinds of unpleasant," he is easy to state. "But I know how to turn it off. I'll live up to anyone's expectations if it's to my benefit." On mating flights, "Good," he says on her having taken care of it long ago. "Have you tried talking to one of the greenriders about it? Like Telavi?" "Yeah..." Ellerey agrees quietly of fear, the woman thinking a little more of K'del, then popping another sopping hunk of bread into her own mouth. "Or being potentially paranoid, or lots of other unappealing things." Again those candid browns search the bronzer out at his admission, Elle looking both a bit surprised and assessing as she picks out a large chunk of carrot from her stew, noms on it from between fingers. "I'll have to remember that..." is commented gravely, followed by an almost-glib, "Ever think of trying to weigh the scales more towards 'truly pleasant?'" Beat. "Not sickeningly so, of course." Smirk-smile. Ah, but there's more personal business to speak of, and the woman shakes her head a couple of times. "It's not about females, or the Flights. It's about... Virisceth." He ought to remember, given his own lifemate, how very primal the green was...and still is. "Once she's beyond my full control...how will she act?" What will she do? Especially to potential suitors/mates? "I'm not a pleasant guy," T'gar answers that with too much candor. "I'm not like K'del, but I can be fair and genial when it calls for it. According to some around here, all bronzeriders are assholes by default, so." So. "Besides," he adds now, "can you fully trust someone that's so nice all the time? Because, to me, it usually means that they've got something to hide. That secret isn't always good for the Weyr, either." He grunts on the topic of mating flights as he slowly eats through the hunk of bread, the talk of their dragons getting a wry, "Well. I can't speak for Virisceth, but Asaroth's take on flights seem to be mostly in the hunting category. That's something I can understand, at least. I won't keep him from chasing, but right now, his chases have been few and far between. Maybe it's because of how he is. Maybe Virisceth will react unlike other greens, too." All Elle does is listen, watch her clutchmate as he speaks, her expression both curious, understanding, and yet honestly assessing. Finally, there's a low, darkly humored, "*I'm* nice." Beat. "Most times." And when she's *not*...ouch. Word of Asaroth and hunting brings another concerned expression from the woman, and a twist of her mouth. "I just don't know...and she doesn't know, either...and doesn't bother wanting to think about it." Sigh. "She lives very in-the-now. D'you know that she only first ever actually used words with me..." a tap of her temple occurs "... just a couple of months ago?" "You're neutral," T'gar says to Ellerey being nice. "You're nice enough not to offend anybody, which I approve." On her green, he nods to what she reveals and answers on dragon speech, "Asaroth started talking more earlier than that. Not that he's become Lord Chatty or anything. He just...prefers not having me gag everytime he tries to speak through the scent of rotting stench." The looks of small, spare humor on Elle's face makes her look like she'll take what she can get from T'gar. "Oh, I can offend people. Believe me." Smirk. He's likely seen some of what she's talking about in herself when she was Wingleader...and at other times when people perhaps dicked around too much. Word of Asaroth's mind touch makes the woman wrinkle her nose and nod in understanding. "Virisceth's...darkness, always. Tearing metal, twisting shrieks, hisses and growls." It *still* bothers her, to some degree, perhaps like that stench of the bronze's. "Yellow flashing lights, sometimes." Beat. "Viscous." There's a smirk for Ellerey's counter on her kindness, and then T'gar nods as he listens about her dragon. "I've learned to accept it at this point," he says simply. "I'd advise you to do the same. Asaroth and Virisceth isn't going to change because we want them to. Just like we won't change. I would talk to a greenrider though, about the flights. The might not understand her quirks, but in the end she is a green dragon with the same needs like theirs." "I know..." is commented with a hint of frustration to T'gar's 'accepting it.' "I just don't want anybody...hurt." Injured, or worse, given Virisceth's proclivities. "I have already... one of Boreal's female greenriders. She's Turns older than Telavi and Solith." Shrug. "I guess I'll do what I can, when I can." At last, she polishes off the last of her meal, leaving only a crust of bread that's grown too hard, cool to find favor with the woman, her mug swished for last effect before the dregs are downed. Out of nowhere, "Thanks." "You can only hate it for so long," seems to be T'gar excuse to her frustration he hears, chewing. "You're a tough girl. I know you'll figure it out. Otherwise, she wouldn't have picked you." As for flights, there's a pause from him before he nods as if in understanding to her not wanting anyone to get hurt, but no words come forth. Instead, her thanks is taken with another nod, this time with a grin from him before saying, "Nah. Take care of yourself and yours, alright?" "Can I?" is noted with some mixed pluck and honest inquiry, Elle then shaking her head to stop that mode of thought. As she slowly rises to her feet - giving a slow stretch that takes her to tall tip-toes - there's a grunted, "Haven't been called a girl since I was seventeen." A little grin is flashed down to T'gar upon his seat. "Probably enjoy it again when I'm over 40." Gathering up her stuff, the greenrider offers a slightly throaty, "We're clutchmates. I have ears if you ever need to bend them," before Ellerey nods pleasantly to the bronzer, and finally steps tiredly towards one of the workers, who takes her tray and another 'thanks' before she soon disappears into the tunnels. "Woman," T'gar tries that word on for size instead of the 'girl' word. "See you around, Ellerey." He'll watch her go, chewing down the last of his meal before he eventually follows suit and returns to his own home. |
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