Logs:Change
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| RL Date: 5 July, 2015 |
| Who: Hattie, E'dre |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: E'dre contemplates change, though doesn't like it. Hattie has some advice. |
| Where: Sanctuary, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 7, Month 3, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: N'muir/Mentions, Lilah/Mentions |
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| The morning rain has seen a handful of wings choosing to find other activities besides drills this morning. Hematite has been out since pre-dawn and forced to go through their drills in the stronger downpour. The near trickle that is misting the Weyr doesn't give reason for E'dre's damp state as he heads into the Sanctuary. He pauses near the entrance to lean forward and shake his hair, brushing his hands through it vigorously to free it of lingering liquid. His soaked jacket is stripped off and left to hang before he scoots out of his water-logged boots. His socks leave marks and squishy noises as he heads towards the pastries on the counter. Maybe Hattie has become accustomed to following muddy footprints to locate perpetrators, or maybe she's just looking for the nearest source of edibles when she moves through from the solarium and into the Sanctuary, mindful to avoid footprints and other marks on the floor, intent on not adding her own. When she finds E'dre and the state that he's in, she looks him up and down as she leans against the entryway of the smaller cavern, unable to suppress her quiet smirk. "Do I ask?" is not quite the question, but remains an enquiry nevertheless. E'dre looks up guiltily, a pastry shoved in to his mouth, and debris of crust and powder sugar smear his lips. He grins at her, flashing his food with a wink before he makes a quick attempt to swallow it. He wipes his mouth with his fingers and then in a complete show of bad manners, he wipes his fingers off on his sodden pants. He motions towards the kettle warming over the fire. "I'm going to have klah. You want that or tea?" "Klah's apt to turn my stomach even when I don't have a baby to blame," Hattie admits, pushing away from the wall. "Tea would be nice, if you wouldn't mind." As she moves through to claim a seat at one of the small tables, she continues to avoid the footprints on the floor, and is careful to keep from getting too close to any soaked-through articles of clothing. "Am I to expect to return home to find my weyrmate in the same state, if I were to go now?" she questions wryly, propping her elbows on the table. "I made everyone do their drills first thing," E'dre informs her as he makes his way about the place to locate the tea. He snags another pastry to shove into his mouth as he goes, humming around the mouthful. The kettle is pulled off the fire before it starts whistling. Tea is steeped in a mug that he passes Hattie's way before he pours his own klah. He slides onto a barstool rather than getting one of the couches wet. He eyes another pastry but keeps his hands wrapped around the klah. "I'm on my way out too, I imagine," he says blandly, looking to Hattie. "I'm sure once someone else settles as Weyrleader I'll be booted. New blood," he looks darkly down at his klah and then lifts his gaze to Hattie. "I want to make sure this run as Acting I don't fuck up. It'll be hard with Lilah.. but..," he shrugs, reaching for a pastry to now hold in her direction. Hattie murmurs her thanks and unconsciously mirrors the brownrider by wrapping both hands around her mug. "You'll have months and months before Eliyaveith rises to do what you can, then, won't you?" she answers with a lightness her expression doesn't manage to comply with. "Unless you let her drive you off, which she technically cannot do. If you surrender, it sets a bad precedent - that she could drive off any Weyrleader she gets. Use the time to do what you believe needs doing. She doesn't have to agree with it all." Her lips twist wryly as she reaches to accept the pastry, saying, "N'muir and I didn't see eye to eye in the council room all the time, but we came to accept that there were things that the other didn't have the right to interfere with." "It's better to have two opposing opinions sometimes," E'dre replies and then takes a cautious sip of his klah. "Otherwise, you're likely not representing the whole Weyr." He considers his klah for a moment and then looks up at Hattie. "I don't know if N'muir will appreciate my ideas. It's still hard to do what I think when he's in many of our eyes.. still the man in charge." That must be speaking of his nervousness for the knot resting on his shoulder. "I'm thinking Hematite needs to be broken up and wings need to be redistributed. I, personally, want the Weyr to have less involvement with the Holds. I'm not entirely sure that's a fair thing to do, though." He shakes his head and takes another mouthful of klah before he reaches for yet another pastry. "They keep the best ones in here," he tells her as he breaks the pastry apart. "You shouldn't... let wondering whether he'd approve or not hold you back," Hattie says slowly, just as she breaks away a piece of pastry to nibble on. "If there're things you want to do, you need to do them. He and I will be doing our best to hold our tongues; it's not our place to comment publicly on what we think is right or wrong." She finishes her next bite before she speaks again, staring down at crumb-sticky fingers. "How you feel about the Holds... might not be how would best serve the Weyr. N'muir didn't have a clue about how holders are or what they think, or why, but he learned to work with them on a personal level, at least. He made friends of some of them by being useful. Maybe that's not what you do, but... we all need each other to survive." "They seem to need us more than they should," E'dre answers back, that prejudice unwavering. "I was raised one and lived with them. I witnessed their abuses of Weyr.., no. Speaking in that way, it'll do me no good. I'll do my best to find a way to navigate it. For however long I'm required to." He sips his klah again and sighs, shoulders slouching a little. "Change? I'm not a fan of. But we'll do our best to make you and N'muir proud, Lilah and I." He looks down, noticing his sopping pants and then looks towards the door. "I should probably go clean-up." "You need to be your own man and your own kind of leader." Hattie momentarily licks at a crumb on the back of her hand. "Whether anyone abuses anyone else in the Hold-Weyr relationship... it's one we're stuck with, for the most part. Keeping it alive... well, it doesn't always mean liking it. Or giving ground." She nods her acknowledgement of his need to depart, otherwise occupied with another bite of pastry, yet, before he can head off, she tells him, "It would be nice if the two of you could get along, but you don't have to do as she wishes to make that happen. I doubt she will. Be careful, E'dre. She doesn't always... think before she acts." "And I suppose I can't fault her for that because neither do I," E'dre replies with a shrug as he slides off of that stool. He refills his klah and then, thinking about it, he sets it down and moves to go and refill Hattie's tea as well. "Enjoy your morning, Hattie," he tells her as he retrieves his klah. He shoves his feet into his wet boots, slings his jacket over his arm, and heads out to the rest of the day. |
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