Logs:Diplomatic Mission
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| RL Date: 13 April, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, Edeline |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Tillek Hold |
| Type: Log |
| What: Aishani goes to call on Edeline. There are surprises and there are advances made... maybe. |
| Where: Tillek Hold |
| When: Day 4, Month 7, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: N'gan/Mentions |
| Storyteller: K'del/ST |
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| Tillek Hold Great iron doors lead into the Main Hall of Tillek Hold, with bright blue-and-white flags and banners marking each side - and in the windows above. There's plenty of room for all kinds of action in the courtyard, though most businesses and formal activities are conducted elsewhere: down on the docks, in the winery, or in any number of cotholds that line the roads extending away from the courtyard itself. Throughout the summer, the Tillekian weather remains cool with frequent, lingering fog. In the mornings, the fog can be pea-soup thick, often dissipating considerably by afternoon only to return in the evenings. On clear days, bright sun and breezes are usual. On a lovely summer day, with bright sun and pleasant breezes, there's a sudden and likely surprising visit, though certainly some vague word has been sent in the months after the hatching about it being too long since there has been one - probably not long enough for Tillek, but these things can't be helped. Iesaryth appears in the summer skies above the Hold, escorted by a blue that blinks in a moment after; though they do drift down to land, it's outside the hold proper rather than on the walls or heights - possible courtesy, or maybe the Weyrwoman just wants to enjoy the weather before she comes in to ask after the honored Lady's presence, a possible audience. Aishani is polite in her request, but hardly begging for Edeline's time - but she has come. If belatedly. Tillek is abuzz, today, as Aishani will notice on her way in: it rather looks like preparations are underway for something, though the Hold has no official gathers until later in the summer. In the Hold proper, all appropriate courtesies are payed to Aishani, who is shown to a sitting room, where she's offered tea-- or wine-- or non-alcoholic grape juice, if that's her preference. Lady Edeline will be with her when she has a moment; as Aishani can no doubt appreciate, she's quite busy at this time. Finally, the doors open once more, and Edeline steps in, flanked by her ladies. "Acting Weyrwoman. How delightful." It clearly isn't. It's something that has Aishani immediately paying attention to the what of the happenings, rather than the surroundings generally, what sort of preparations, how people are acting, her gaze sharp and dark, but her expression and demeanor outwardly pleasant. She's content with tea for the time being, setting aside the package with her as she sits. Though the goldrider isn't likely known for her patience, nor her forbearance with being made to wait, she does fairly admirably under the circumstances - her boot is swinging idly when Edeline enters, her empty cup beside her, but she only smiles, despite the tone. She'll rise gracefully from her chair, but only to pick up her package, approach the older woman with a lovely smile. "Lady Tillek. As always." If Edeline isn't delighted, she'll make it up for the both of them with sheer politeness. "I mustn't stay long, and I wouldn't keep you from your preparations. But I felt I should check in." The Tillekians seem pleased with the preparations they make; their air is celebratory, and certainly far warmer than the air about their Lady. Edeline is a slight woman, quite some inches shorter than Aishani, and rather more than a decade older (though she scarcely looks it); she wears her position innately, with perfect ease. Now, she tilts her head up to consider the goldrider, her expression cool, but not combative. "You are welcome at Tillek, of course. As you seen, we are quite-- busy, at present, but I can spare a few moments. With what would you check in? Our promised tithes? Our young people?" Edeline's heirs? It's a height difference that Aishani seems to have tried to take into account, at the very least - she's not so close to the Lady that Edeline must look up much, though she doesn't wear her height or position with any discomfort - for all that the other woman's formidable display, ladies and all, is clearly impressive to her. There's something admiring there in dark eyes and expression, some little 'I should have thought of that'. But then, she wasn't raised to do this. "As are you at High Reaches, should you find... time." Or inclination, unvoiced. The pause is not lost on her, fine brows arched, but still, with a faintly wry smile; "On you and your Hold alone, Lady. It's my duty, acting or not." Shifting her package forth into both hands, "And as timing has it, for this. It came from the Weavercraft in time, and it seems there may be occasion for it, if your... occasion is not too soon." "In recent months," says Edeline, without the note of amusement that would soften her words, "I have found it preferable to remain within my own borders. There is something to be said for home, is there not? The places where we belong." Her ladies are still, watching with expressions that do not give away any more than Edeline's does. "As you see, we are well. Is that a gift you bring me? How kind. I'm afraid my step-daughter's wedding is scheduled for tomorrow - we're hoping the weather holds out - but no doubt there will be other... occasions." Said simply, "There is certainly something to be said for having a home. Tillek is fortunate to have a Lady that values such a thing. I hope your people are appreciative." There's no glances to the ladies for that; obviously if they serve at the Hold, they must be. Aishani nods, quite as if she was totally well aware that it was a wedding, that Edeline was marrying off her step-daughter... though if any of the ladies are watching carefully, there's likely a lot of thought going on behind dark eyes. Pleasantly, "I hope so as well. If only we could do anything to ensure such a thing. And there's always the gathers, isn't there?" Offering it over to one of the Lady's attendants, as if it's nothing, "It's a new shade of sisal. It was made for you and your coloring - I wouldn't presume to know your style enough for a gown, for all the Hall might have your measurements. Call it congratulatory if you like." Her gaze seeks to meet Edeline's. "Or a goodwill gesture." It's likely that Edeline's attendants are well trained in the arts of observation, though none of them show any particular indication of their study: their expressions remain mild, perfectly pleasant. One of them reaches out to accept Aishani's package, curtseying gracefully, before falling back in line, package clutched to her chest. "A new shade? How delightful." Edeline does give the package a glance, the only indication she'll give to suggest that she may be eager to see what is inside. Having glanced, however, she turns back to Aishani. "Our thanks. I do understand that you are in no way attempting to make up for the losses of our heirs at the hand of your home, with this... gesture." Aishani is dead serious, gaze steady, when she tells Edeline, "I would never try. I know too well what that feels like, though... I would likewise never presume to say I know how you might feel." She lost her father, but she's not a mother. There's a glance away to some little decoration or the other, a blink or two before she looks back to the Lady, smiling as if it never happened. "There are some debts that cannot be paid, but we can try to repair what we can. But along that vein, please do let us know if you would like any news or updates." Her lack of mention of the former heir surely means he's fine. Apologetically, "I'm sure I've taken up enough of your time. I should let you return to your preparations." The line of Edeline's mouth tightens, suggesting that she hasn't taken much by way of comfort - or anything else that could be seen as positive - from Aishani's words, even if her head inclines forward just so. Perhaps it's a moment of understanding, then, as her gaze follows the goldrider's away; perhaps not. "Forgive us if we prefer to keep our distance," she says, her chin lifting. "We have no more heirs for you to lose, unless you would like my daughter, also?" They're not fair, those words, and she clearly knows it - knows that she's letting out some of her anger, anger that is not suited to this conversation. "Of course. Thank you for your visit, Acting Weyrwoman. And for your gift." There's sympathy there in Aishani's expression, and some little understanding for Edeline despite the anger... maybe because of it... but the goldrider has done as much as she can do, and now it seems like retreat is the best idea - if only because she's run out of ideas. "I--" She starts, despite herself and her usual inclination to think before she speaks, then merely offers quickly, "I understand." With a dip of her own head, light color in her cheeks, "Thank you for your time, Lady Tillek." With that, she makes her way out of the sitting room, her general briskness probably the only thing that saves her from leaving the impression of bailing. Edeline remains where she is, just watching. If she has a more emotional outburst to make, she'll do it in complete privacy; she's said her piece. For now. On the day out, however, perhaps Aishani will see the banners of High Reaches Hold, being scattered amongst those of Tillek, as the wedding preparations continue. And perhaps, come Tillek's gather, she'll see Edeline wearing a gown made from that gift. Which is... something, right? Better than nothing. |
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Comments on "Logs:Diplomatic Mission"Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 15 Apr 2013 05:06:38 GMT.
Woosh! Lady Edeline is no joke. xD Interesting to see an untrained, though nice, gesture versus the wrath of a groomed Lady. Yeowch.
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