Logs:A Cautious Success
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| RL Date: 16 January, 2016 |
| Who: Farideh, K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Weyrleader and Acting Weyrwoman meet to discuss Nabol. No one dies. |
| Where: Council Chamber, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 11, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Gelstad/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, Jocelyn/Mentions, Rone/Mentions, Tevrane/Mentions |
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| It's day four. Irianke is gone, and that little matter of a tithe in need of a home has been held back until now; left in the hands of this temporary leadership team. First thing in the morning finds K'del awaiting Farideh in the council chambers, the klah pot and a small array of breakfast items laid out in preparation for this first meeting. Despite reassurances, yesterday, that he was sure he and Farideh would do just fine, K'del now seems broody and tense as he waits, his shoulders set in a sharp line, and his eyes shadowed with the suggestion of lack of sleep. It may be early in the morning, but Farideh, for her part, looks well rested when she enters the council chambers to meet the weyrleader. She isn't as broody as she is apprehensive as she approaches the table, not wearing her usual full-fashioned dress but a subdued blouse and shirt combination, hair tied back simply. "Good morning. Weyrleader," she greets K'del, hugging close to the edge the table until she gets to her designated spot. And she hesitates, before she sits down gingerly. Very gingerly. K'del's head lifts, gaze tracking Farideh as she enters, all the way until she sits. "Good morning, Weyrwoman," he says in return, his tone so very deliberately neutral-- which is better, maybe, than being outright tense. "I--" And then stops. Presses his lips together. Opens his mouth again. It's a thing. "Before we... for Irianke's sake, we're going to try and get along, right? Work together. As best we can." That neutrality is met with an equal share of politeness. "K'del," Farideh begins, flattening her palms on the table, "of course we'll get along. Why wouldn't we?" She stares at him in silence for a couple moments, and then puts on a smile. "There's nothing to worry about. I would never think of embarrassing Irianke or make her doubt her trust in me, so. What should we discuss first? The tithes? I'd like to hear your thoughts." K'del's caught breath is released as Farideh speaks, his answer delivered to her by way of a little nod: they're agreed then. Good. That's good. "The tithes. That's probably the most pressing. It's difficult; obviously, the last thing we want to do is upset Nabol." He reaches for his mug, not relaxed, now, but certainly at least a little less tense. "Got to send them back to the main hold. Present it as a miscommunication or a mistake, if we need to... 'least with it being nearly winter, word travels less quickly. What do you think?" The smile stays, but Farideh reaches for a couple of the breakfast items while the bronzerider lays out his thoughts. "We can't not give it to them. It's rightfully theirs, and I don't take well to the notion of dealing with the outcry. I can only think that the other Holds would not be pleased and it would make them all antsy. But," she stops in her thorough tearing of a breakfast roll to scrunch up her nose in distaste, "what do we do about Holder Gelstad? He won't be pleased when he finds out we returned it. And, I didn't quite like his threatening to burn the whole thing, when we were helping no less." "Don't like that much either myself," admits K'del, hesitating over the rim of his mug. (They agree on something, yay!) "Get that people are angry. And that maybe there's even reason for them to be. But I don't like them dragging us into it, using us as their pawn. Do we tell Tevrane that she's got the potential for a revolt on her hands? And... if we do, does that turn the minor holds against us in turn?" It's the continued talk of the minor Holds and their dislike of Tevrane that has Farideh's brow furrowing. "I don't like that they're challenging the chain of command," is ironic, of course. "It's not our job to get in the thick of Hold disputes. I don't like it at all." And that being said, she sighs and considers her shredded roll. "I don't know how we couldn't tell her. I doubt she'd like the interference, but our hand delivering the tithes will do all of that for us-- how did we get them if not from a dissatisfied minor Holder? Steal? Borrow? Coerce?" Distasteful. "Given the state of the roads, we wanted to make sure the tithes arrived in one piece without incident," is a smooth enough answer to that last, though it's not as if K'del seems thrilled by the idea, and the lie it requires. "But you're right, I think. We'll have to. And that..." He hesitates, setting down his mug again without even having taken a sip. "It keeps taking me back to how unhappy Gelstad has to be, to take this kind of a step. He's not a stupid man, I'd've thought." There's something else; something in his expression suggests it. The goldrider's lips form an o and in a different setting, with a different man, she may have clapped at his pretend smooth talking the holders. "What are you thinking?" Farideh asks, watching K'del, not even attempting to decipher that expression beyond it being-- incomplete. K'del sighs, scrubbing at his face with one hand. "That Gelstad's not going to be the only one feeling like this," is simple enough. "That we're really lucky it is about to be winter, which stops them from doing anything stupid like trying to... depose their lady, or something." His mouth draws together, sharp and tight, and then he says, "I'll get the wings to keep their ears to the ground. See if there's more than just this fermenting out there." "Do you really think they would? Could? I doubt they're the first ones to dislike their Lord or Lady, but--" Farideh drags her eyes away from her breaskfast to give K'del another long stare. "It seems there's quite a predilection for that around here. I think we should stay out of it, even if you're information gathering. I can't see how sticking our fingers in the pot would do any good and I've no interest in getting on Lady Tevrane's side." She chews for another thoughtful minute, and then: "Have you gotten involved, in the past, personally?" The short little nod K'del gives doesn't disagree with Farideh's assessment of the situation, though he's still plainly wound up about the whole issue. "We generally try to stay out. When... before Lady Tevrane was named, we ended up involved at Nabol because of Rone's militia. Not in the succession, as much as possible, just in protecting people from a man who was trying to burn their fields and steal their young people to take the hold by force." Beat. "It would be my preference not to be in that position again. Really don't want to be caught between the minor holds and Nabol itself." "Militia taking the Hold by force." Farideh almost chokes on her food. "How absurd. No, if we can stay out of it, that would be preferable, but I feel uneasy about that. Holder Gelstad threatened to burn the tithe. That's a hefty threat, and then all of this talk about burning fields and stealing children--" She makes a face. "Perhaps it would be best to meet with Lady Tevrane and gently explain what happened?" K'del reaches for his mug again, then seems to change his mind, pressing both hands flat upon the table, instead. "It might be, at that," he allows. "We owe it to her to let her know what's going on, I suppose. It's up to her to fix it, from there. All we can do is pass on information as we can." This conclusion doesn't ease his obviously troubled-expression, but it does, finally, result in him leaning back in his chair. "You were the one there. Do you want to make the visit? Could take Jocelyn, even." He's trying, though it's probably not hard to see that he's a little uneasy at this prospect. It's not eagerness that lights up Farideh's eyes per say, but some bright emotion that moves her beyond dissatisfaction. "We do, and we can. Jocelyn can use-- greater exposure to political climates. She thinks braids and pants are suitable attire for meeting ladies, after all," says the goldrider, chewing at her lower lip between words. "Do you think it would be alright?" Actually asking his advice, look at that. K'del, clearly surprised. Surprised-- but also, perhaps, quietly pleased. Relieved? Approving? Something. His mouth twists with a faint moue of amusement for Jocelyn's choice of attire, but his nod, ultimately, is firm. "I think so," he says. "I look forward to your report, when you get back." There may be trepidation, but... small steps. Trust. All of this! "Now--" Business continues. Coworking success! |
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