Logs:Sirehood
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| RL Date: 12 July, 2016 |
| Who: Edyis, K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis wants advice on how to be a good clutchsire. |
| Where: Hatching Galleries, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 6, Month 4, Turn 41 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Irianke/Mentions, Jocelyn/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Tiriana/Mentions |
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| It is early in the morning yet, and though Edyis has her breakfast with her in the comfortable section of the gallery, there is no sign of her orange-brown lifemate up in the ledges. A stack of what appear to reports sits to one side while the brownrider picks apart a sweet roll with ferocious hunger, the plate next to her still piled high with them while a collection of records sits to the opposite. A stack of wooden tumblers and a bottle sits off to a side, and the brownrider looks very much as though she's set up residence in the cavern permanently. Spring has brought with it that endless, heavy driving rain it so often does, and perhaps that's a good half of the reason K'del ducks his way into the galleries, sodden and shivery. With no queen in residence, the passage via the sands is-- in this weather-- perhaps a convenient way home. Even so, the blond pauses to glance around the galleries before heading that way, and as he does so, those blue eyes fix their gaze upon that one lone brownrider. "Edyis," he greets, voice raised against the distances involved. Mouth half closed around a sweet roll guilt tints her expression as ink-dark eyes go wide spotting the Weyrleader. 'Sir' She tries, except that it comes out as "Smrr." Hastily swallowing and snapping a salute with somewhat sticky fingers. "Um, it isn't what it looks like." Except that it's exactly what it looks like, and as though to appease the bronzerider she holds up the plate of sweet rolls. "Breakfast?" K'del's expression, truth be told, looks more amused than bothered, though he returns Edyis' salute with a rather waterlogged one of his own-- and then shifts his path in order to approach, weaving footsteps up into the galleries. "Reckon you've as much right as anyone to be up here," he comments. "More than most, even. Congratulations. Akluseth must be very smug." Edyis grins a little bit. "He's been mostly tolerable, hardly wants to vacate her side, and I've noticed he tends to show off a little more during drills of late." Rubbing sticky fingers across a napkin. "To be honest, it still doesn't quite feel real to me. Intellectually I was aware of the fact that he might catch a gold, Arekoth's done it before. But the reality of it." Is another thing entirely. "Would be lying if I didn't admit that I feel a little lost and overwhelmed by it." Listening thoughtfully, K'del slides himself onto the bench alongside Edyis, leaving a companionable amount of space between them-- in part, no doubt, because of the water still dripping off of him. "Mm," he agrees, as she finishes. "First time Cadejoth chased, it was a senior queen. Scared the sh-- stuffing out of me. But after he caught Iovniath... won't deny part of that was the fact she was a senior queen, of course. But it's more than that, isn't it?" Edyis smirks at the curse that almost slips. "Fuck if it had been a senior flight, I think I'd be in the infirmary right now." Shivering at the thought, but she does nod looking over at the sodden man now. "There is the responsiblity of it for one thing, the what ifs that keep echoing around in my head. Then there is the human side of it too. Don't get me wrong I enjoy Jocelyn's company, but we barely know each other, and I have a feeling that this threw a wrench into her own personal relationships. Can't help feeling like that is our fault." "First flights can be complicated," is what K'del says of Jocelyn, his voice studiously neutral - so much so that it's difficult to tell if he's aware of any of what's going on in Jocelyn's life or not. "But it's not your fault: you did nothing wrong. No one did." Presumably. Maybe. People are complicated. "But the key thing, I guess, is that you do your best to... well. Do whatever Jocelyn asks of you, basically. You're going to get to know each other, at least a little bit, just based on proximity. So be helpful, if she needs it. Just... don't impose, either." Edyis nods with a soft sigh. "That has been the plan, but we both admitted to each other that neither one of us has been in the position we are in before. Akluseth has never sired a clutch so I'm not exactly sure what is expected of us on that front, and naturally with it being Aidavanth's first she isn't sure what to expect yet either." Dark eyes study the bronzerider thoughtfully. "Isn't this the part where you are supposed to spill the bronzerider secrets on how not to ah - anger clutchmothers?" The faintest suggestion of a smile playing on her lips. K'del, promptly, snorts. "Iovniath wouldn't even let Cadejoth on the sands, the first time he caught," he relates, though there's the glimmer of a smile about his mouth as he remembers; it's been more than twenty turns, after all, and no doubt that indignity has long since receded in memory. "You'll learn together. Jocelyn's forthright enough - imagine she'll let you know what she needs. Aidavanth, too." Edyis laughs at the revelation, her smile edging wider. "It is hard for me to imagine what you would have been like then. To imagine you as anything other than the seasoned weyrleader you are now." The admission causing her to shake her head. "I promise I will try not to embarass the weyr too much then." "Ha," says K'del, actually saying the word rather than laughing. "Guess it was a lifetime ago, in a sense. You'll be fine, though, Edyis - promise. There's... there's something special in seeing those eggs hatch, knowing your dragon contributed to them. That he's now part of High Reaches in a bigger way than... well, more than he used to be, you know?" Beat. "Used to be that most of the dragons hatched here where Cadejoth's line, now almost none are. Why're our queens rejecting my dragon's descendants, that's what I want to know." Don't answer that. Edyis grins at mention of the eggs. "Think Quinlys might let us help with the weyrlings this time around?" Better not to answer that either perhaps. "Akluseth keeps imagining what they will be like, although so far every single image he's shared with me has been some shade of orange or another." She snickers softly, before the question has her brow lifting. "Niahvth will rise again soon enough it's been almost two turns, and isn't she supposed to be the regular one?" Nevermind that she rose a bit early last time. "Orange. Faranth." But K'del's smiling, so that's something. Wisely(?) he makes no comment on Quinlys, instead stretching back in his seat and allowing, "Mm. Niahvth used to be every two and a half turns, from what I understand. Could happen soon." If he's confident about it, he doesn't show it; if he's not, he doesn't show that either. "She's due any time now then." Thoughtful with that, "Of course it would happen once things have settled down into an even keel wouldn't it?" Edyis notes, with a frown. Glancing upward she sighs. "I best be getting to drills though, just because he caught a gold doesn't mean my wingleader or second will tolerate tardiness." She pauses, "I hope you don't mind if I pester you for advice from time to time. You are so much -" more talkative? "Easier to talk to than some about it. " "That's the theory," is neutral, quite as if K'del himself is not convinced of Niahvth's need for impending flight. But he breaks off from that, turning his head to consider Edyis, then nods - just once. "Not at all," he says. "Let me know if you need anything. Don't drown in that rain, mm?" Perhaps he'll just stay here and steam dry. |
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