Logs:Comforts
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| RL Date: 12 October, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, N'rek |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Telgar Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: N'rek checks in. |
| Where: Mad Smithcrafter's Den Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 13, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: R'hin/Mentions, Mielline/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, M'kris/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to make any changes. |
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| It had taken a personal visit and a severe tongue lashing from Mielline for the brown pair even to show up at drills, Akluseth covered for her lack of focus, but even he shows small signs of neglect. Still, the brown dutifully delivers her home, rather than to the stretch of coastline she requests, pointedly avoiding betweening with her so unfocused. And only moderately complains when she goes to grab the first bottle of rotgut (really the only bottle of rotgut in the place) she can get her hands on. Even though he lives in Telgar, word quickly got to N'rek that there was trouble in the Reaches hitting closer to home. In the turmoil, Tacuseth must have had the grace to alert Largath that he should look in on Akluseth and Edyis as soon as he can, and he must have only given the barest reason why. So, the smell of rich pine needles suddenly push into Akluseth's mind, Largath's touch a familiar one as he sends him, « We would like to visit. We have heard something that has disturbed yours, » The usual current of energy that suffuses the brown's voice is gone, « Thank Faranth. She isn't herself and my hide itches » He perks considerably at the idea of company, the sluggish current picking up the pace as his tides begin to ebb and flow. « We lost Leiventh, and she was very fond of his rider. » Akluseth begins to fill his brown brother in, already making room inside so neither of the Telgari brownpair has to stay outside in the cold. « We can't help with the hide, mate, » Largath apologizes as he lands on Akluseth's ledge in short order. « But mine wants to help with everything else. » Then he fall silent as he listens to all the Reachian brown tells him, while N'rek makes his way into the weyr with a brief, "Ed?" She's curled on the couch, bottle in hand, no glass required, staring unfocused at the empty hearth. Her flight gear strewn in a line to where she sits. It takes a moment for the sound to register, and she turns to look. Even most of the glows have gone unchanged though there's enough light to prevent any accidental stumbling. "Rek?" Confusion, Akluseth not bothering to give any warning, or perhaps she'd tuned him out enough not to register someone was coming. She doesn't get up but there's something in her expression, relief perhaps. Taking in the scene before him in long silence, "Largath told me," Rek says, his deep tone quiet as long steps takes him closer to Edyis. "He said...." he pauses once he's in front of her, watching her. He studies her for a moment before asking, "Do you want to talk about it?" Those ink-dark eyes lift, and focus when he moves in front of her, and the bottle is abandoned in favor of reaching for him. Her mouth seeks his as she seems intent to pull him to the couch with her, thankfulness, grief, and need all intermixed. A quieter greeting than usual, perhaps, but no less ardent than any kiss the two have shared. She is content in the warmth of his presence so close, breathing in the clean woodsy scent of him. Eventually, she answers. "R'hin." The name still sounding choked when she speaks it. "He was family, not of the blood variety." The words come slowly, softly spoken into the cavernous quiet of the room. "Not quite a father figure, though that's fairly apt description. More like an uncle, a crazy mischievous, at times omniscient uncle who enjoyed causing chaos wherever he went. Of that variety that would enjoy sending toddlers back to their parents blitzed on sweets." Perhaps N'rek expects any reaction that Edyis gives, being that the Telgari is so pliant in being drawn into that kiss and taken to the couch. Strong, inked arms come up to encircle her, bringing her to him as he shifts to settle himself more comfortably on the couch. He falls silent as he listens to her answer, the slight frown of concern present. Nodding at the end, "My condolences, Ed," he says it in a deep rumble, one hand lifting to brush tendrils of her hair from her face so that he could see her face more clearly. "You were close to him," he observes then. "What happened?" She nods in answer, "He looked after me, looked after my Stepmother when she took a turn for the worst. Faranth, those two would flirt every time he visited." She laughs with the slight awkwardness most people would have on the subject, but the next question draws more silence. "Rumor is that fucking Monacoan bastard knifed him, but I don't know, Jo was there, but I haven't been able to bring myself to ask her." N'rek is a good listener. His quiet is comfortable. Companionable. Towards the end, with Jo's name brought up, "Seemed like a stand-up guy," he notes with a nod. "Who's the fucking Monacoan bastard? Jo was there? She knew him, too?" It's a curiosity to him and it shows on his features. "Maybe you should," he suggests now. "Ask her." There is a slanted smirk, "Depends on who you ask." Mention of the murder causes her to tense. "M'kris, Monaco's high and fucking mighty weyr leader," the words dripping with venom and an old anger. Old anger rising up, sharply. Jo's name however, earns a cooler response. "I am afraid to." Edyis admits finally, "It will mean he's really gone, and coming to terms with everything that means." She sighs against him, cuddling closer with those arms wrapped around her. "I don't understand why she would have let the two be in the same room together, Jo knows how to handle things." Edyis stops, "Everything just, stopped making sense." There is a deep breath "I want to believe whatever she tells me, but I want to know the truth." The implication is almost too painful to admit. "I am afraid I won't believe her, and how she might feel if I don't." "What do you mean?" N'rek asks on R'hin, and the name must be familiar to him since he nods with a grunt and says, "Heard a lot about him. A lot of it's not good." He detects that cool response on the bluerider, the Telgari looking down at her in silence before he hugs her closer to him. He seems content to not say anything - to just let her speak on such tough matters - but eventually, "I'd imagine it wasn't easy for her, either." There's understanding there, but underneath it also a slight warning of caution. "We don't know the whole story," he goes on to say, nodding once as he watches her face. "Unless there's been an official report from the harpers, stating that she caused them to fight..." The look is one of caution, but, "You should talk to her. As long as you know you're not the only one grieving." Always the quiet voice of reason, the man loosens his tongue to say as much to her. "There were always two opinions of the man." She exhales as he pulls her closer, finding comfort in that warmth. "But you can't just take the good and leave out the bad parts. People don't quite work that way. He was stubborn, and brash, and it would come back to bite him rather frequently." There is an airy sound, a hitch in her breath as her arms wrap about his waist tighter. "I don't think she caused it, I just don't understand how she couldn't have stopped it." Her fingers tighten, and her breathing steadies, though it seems like it takes concentration to do so. "I am so angry, but I don't even know who I'm supposed to be angry with, and there's no path to channel it this time. Akluseth refuses to go anywhere that requires betweening, and if I try to investigate I'll just get underfoot. I can't concentrate on anything, I'd already lost my sense of direction, but now it's like all the signs and guideposts have just - vanished." N'rek nods as Edyis explains about R'hin, taking her word for it since the man had never met him himself. On Jo, however, "And how could she stop it? With her own body? Would you?" Sacrifice herself for another. He doesn't say it, but it's there in the air. But she's angry and he seems to sense that enough to keep her close to him - to add his support to her in comfort. Then, for all the rest he hears, there's, "Whenever I'm angry, I go running." It's such a simple statement, but the Telgari is looking long at her. "I find it clears my head. Makes me think. Makes me reorient myself. I'm sorry you're angry. I'm here to hold you and to hear you for as long as you want me to, Ed." "That's not what I meant," her voice soft, more fragile sounding than before, almost as though hurt by the suggestion. The question he leaves in the air, there's something both honest and almost guilty in the answer, and Akluseth cranes his neck outside only to huddle up tighter against the cold in acceptance maybe, or perhaps attrition. "For a precious few." is barely even a whisper spoken into the fabric of his shirt. The rest, eventually has her looking up at him, somewhere between awe and something a little more difficult to define. With a tiny sniff, "You should be careful, saying things that. One of these days I'll get greedy." To her answer, "You're brave, Ed," N'rek admits, watching her as he rubs circles in her arms. "Not many would. It's a big thing to give yours and your dragon's life up for another to live." It seems to make him contemplative, but whatever that is on his mind seems to be tabled for other topics. That last gets a wry, "You're already greedy, woman. Nothing's changed. Are you hungry? I could go down and get us something, and I could spend the night - if you don't mind me having to leave in the middle of the night to get back to Telgar." An offer, if she wishes. "I'm not brave, just selfish." She admits her attention flicking briefly in the direction of her lifemate. "It isn't fair to him, isn't what a rider is supposed to feel." Guilt seeping into the words ever so faintly. She catches his thoughtfulness, a question in her eyes that goes unspoken as talk moves to other things. His answer on her greed though breathes life back into her expression, laughter bubbling in her throat. "I accept that." Of the offer she smiles again, "Food sounds good." She admits, the second earns a softer smile. "As much as I want you to stay, I'll be ok, if you need to go." Her fingertips brush against his cheek, "You didn't have to come, and that you are here now, means more than you know." N'rek may not say anything on selfishness, but the Telgari seems to understand in the simple nod and the continued circular rubs that he gives her. To the rest, "I'll get us food," he offers, straightening up as if he's about to go. "And, I'll stick around as long as I can. As long you want me to." He kisses those fingertips before he gives her that familiar grin of his before he gets up. |
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