Logs:Everybody Lies
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| RL Date: 28 May, 2015 |
| Who: Hattie, Lilah, Kaelige, Vash, Elaruth, Eliyaveith |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Discussion of the situation with the Weyrlingmaster's staff, while egg-watching. Nobody savages anyone else, but it's a close thing. |
| Where: Galleries, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 5, Month 12, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Ebeny/Mentions |
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| This is more of a break than anything else for Lilah; there's no hidework dragged in with her and nothing to keep herself busy. Only giving in to her dragon's insistence that they visit the eggs and allowing Eliyaveith to join her dam again by settling on one of those low ledges. There's a hint of the growing roundness of the queen's stomach, but it is a subtle thing, hard to catch given her already bulky stature unless one knows her well. Lilah's hair spills over one shoulder in loose curls as she leans against the railing between sands and galleries, a jacket shrugged off onto the seat behind her to reveal a simple, sleeveless cream tunic over dark pants and dark riding boots. Elaruth has been left to tend to her eggs alone for a short while, and this afternoon finds her in the process of rearranging them again, indentations in the sand carefully created for particular eggs to be gently tipped into. She's slow and methodical about the whole thing, each shell nosed at and gently cradled as it's moved to precisely where she wishes it to be, analysis from different angles made as soon as each is settled. She's aware of her daughter, Eliyaveith's presence at the periphery of her senses, but this requires her full attention, for now. Something else has been demanding Hattie's attention, given the satchel slung over one shoulder and the clipboard in one hand as she makes her way back through the galleries, a skin of water slung over her other shoulder. It is the clipboard that catches Lilah's attention first as her gaze slides to note Hattie's arrival back in the galleries, slipping from there first up to the Weyrwoman's gaze with a hint of question in the curve of brows upwards. "Good afternoon, Weyrwoman," she greets formally, though she straightens at the railing there as if in preparing for the woman to join her. It was partially out of continued curiosity of the eggs as they hardened and partially out of a legitimate excuse to be seen away from chores that Kaelige can be found slipping into the galleries. Hood down, easier to not be noticed with such a characteristic oddity, though he seems even more awkward and unsettled without it on his head. Eerie eyes shift from one tier occupant to the next, deliberating, overhearing, not yet examining the new positions to which Elaruth shifts her eggs. He's busy quite suddenly as he pauses to lean on a railing; busy eavesdropping then on a conversation on a couple discussing the Hold's affairs given recent events. Only when not one but both weyrwomen become evident in the galleries does he realize his potential mistake for using this place yet again as avoidance of work. He'd not move from his spot along the lower railing; perhaps he'd not be seen. The satchel thunks to the ground when Hattie finally reaches her intended destination in the first row of seating, close to the break in the railing that permits access to the Sands. It's easy enough to pull her temporarily off-balance, one hand reaching to snag a grip on said railing to keep her upright, though of course she pretends that hasn't happened, and meets first Lilah's gaze, then Elaruth's, as her queen momentarily lifts her focus from her clutch to angle a look across at her. The waterskin is next to meet the floor, then the clipboard gets propped against the railing. "Lilah," she answers with no particular inflection. "Infirmary records," accompanies a twitch of the clipboard, before she's leaning forward a little to bring Kaelige into view. Lilah has likely noticed Kaelige, but she does little to bring the young man to Hattie's attention as the Weyrwoman joins her. Indeed, she even starts to speak to her as she starts to lean to look at him, suddenly asking, "And how is our Weyrlingmaster? Does it say?" It is an attempt, at least, to distract her from the chore-avoiding Candidate there. Kaelige shifts himself so that his arms fold over the railing, leaning just enough that he appears to be at ease. Spikey, messy black hair has that permanent 'just rolled out of bed' feel that's never really remedied, though the rest of him is clearly awake and has been for some time now. Though, what he's been doing with that time is less than evident. Gloved fingers pick at a stray thread, simply listening to see if he would like to invite himself into it. Though he usually has a great deal of patience, words slip from his wryly smirked mouth sooner than intended, "A bit more full than usual, that, I'd suspect." He offers in light of the infirmary records. "I don't get that much information," Hattie declares in a faintly dismissive manner, shrugging one shoulder. She can't be all that interested in whatever Kaelige and those others along that way are getting up to, for no sooner has she glanced that way than she glances back down at the clipboard and its list of names and dates. "Though between what she and the healers say, they might let her leave tomorrow, though she's not to be left alone." Wrinkling her nose, she adds, "I can imagine how thrilling that will be. Never a moment's peace." She slowly looks up when Kaelige speaks, and puts to him, "Any other suspicions?" "Likely she won't be fully healed by the time the eggs hatch, then," Lilah assumes with a flick of her gaze towards those hardening eggs that Elaruth so carefully moves, and then to Elaruth herself as if seeking an opinion from the queen there. But she doesn't press the point, not as the Weyrwoman addresses Kaelige. Instead, she glances towards the young man finally, dark eyes studying him with a hint of warning, there. "The Hold's a little dirty?" Kaelige turns a palm upwards, feigning some sort of innocence with his belittling statement. Lilah's glance of warning is successful in hushing him and he adds no further gestures intended to pluck at sensitive strings. Rather, "Are there enough assistants to act on her word alone?" The question by itself seems to be made in earnest, though he's already turned his blue green eyes out onto the Sands. "She might be on her feet, but I imagine her assistants will have to do the bulk of the work for another fortnight or more," Hattie replies, dropping her attention to scan down the list. "And Elaruth can keep an eye on her children if--" But it's Kaelige's not so innocent response that has her pausing as though to gather some degree of self-control before she puts, "I'm so glad that you find the situation worthy of humour," to him with nothing but chill in her voice. Maybe she doesn't trust herself to supply a proper answer to his enquiry, for her silence leaves that to Lilah. "There are enough, yes," Lilah will answer simply, her gaze flicking briefly to Hattie, before the junior presses on to ease the moment by adding, "And she may always pull more." A pause, even, to consider both Kaelige and Hattie in another slide of a look between them, before she continues dismissively, "And it is only the one clutch, for now. It will be enough time for her to heal before she has to deal with two." "Humor's in all things, weyrwoman." Kaelige offers, and while one can assume he's talking to Hattie, he leaves it open to indicate either. His voice darker, quieter, "Without it, with that kind of stress, you'll go through more than just a couple mindhealers." He studies Hattie out of the corner of his eye, before settling for the combination of their answers to settle his query. "Given all that, she's not alone," He shrugs, as if shrugging off the issue for himself, "A Weyr of riders behind her until she's strong enough to yell at them again on her own." So he can't quite tame his words, but close enough. "If you find it necessary to submit to one." A mindhealer, she must mean, but Hattie delivers those words in as offhand a manner as suggests she has no interest in clarifying her response. She keeps her focus on the hides, if only so that her words can seem like idle, distracted utterances and not the work of thought or emotional investment. "I'm not sure I'd agree with only, but it is a lighter number of potential students, yes," she says a little darkly, more attention paid to the end of the list than is strictly necessary. When she eventually looks up again, she leans to reclaim the skin of water, keeping one hand still on the railing as she snags it from the floor. "It will work, one way or another." Kaelige and both the Weyr's goldriders are in the first row of seating, stood at the barrier between Sands and galleries. "There are more than a handful of people in this Weyr who should," is Lilah's counter to Hattie's offhanded statement, dark eyes lingering there in a study on her mentor, but they slide away soon enough back to Kaelige. She turns conversation to add with a hint of her own humor, looking directly at him, "As long as those Candidates that Impress do not give our Weyrlingmaster much trouble, yes." Vash joins those at the galleries for her own reasons, and whatever those reasons, they keep her standing at the railing for some time, not close enough to eavesdrop, not far enough away to miss the fact the others are having a discussion. She turns from her contemplation of the sands and takes a seat on that same bench, about a person's width away. "If you are in need of one." Kaelige is relatively quiet and off-handed in his reply to Hattie, not pressing further. It's Lilah that draws his gaze briefly, a smirk winning back into prominence now that he's off the immediate hot plate that he put himself on to start with. "Ah, yes, only perfect students will join the ranks. Not a word out of line, those!" A gloved fist lightly punches into gloved palm in sarcastic exclaimation. The new arrival is not missed, his attention slipping almost unnoticably from their conversation to note the greenrider, then turned back out again to nobody in particular. Hattie turns away from the others to drink, whether a matter of manners or not getting anyone in the face with the skin of water. Or maybe something else, since she goes still with the effort with the effort of keeping the water down, until she stops the skin and lets it fall back to the floor, now not so far from Vash's feet. Her latching onto her as a point of focus is a somewhat desperate thing in its intensity, whether she means it to be or not. "We were just discussing that the Weyrlingmaster's injuries will likely mean more work required of her assistants," she tells her, as evenly as she can manage. "Which will only affect you if you're working with the weyrlings this time around, I suppose?" "Exactly that," is Lilah's dry response to Kaelige's sarcastic point, a Look leveled on the Candidate for all that there is a hint of amusement buried (very, very) deeply there. But then she smiles a greeting to Vash, falling quiet for the moment as she straightens away from the railing entirely. Vash meets Kaelige's briefly, neutrally, then she eyes Hattie's water skin for a moment before looking up to nod slightly to the Weyrwoman. "More than likely, I would think," she replies, tone just as neutral as the look she gave the candidate just a moment earlier. "As for that, I suppose it will depend on the candidates. Weyrlings, really." She nods in greeting to Lilah, then turns away from the lot of them to look over the sands again. It's only then that something more animated enters her expression, though it's ambiguous at best. "I always wonder if they can hear us. If so, do our conversations affect their choices later on?" Kaelige's expression shows he's something else to say, but wiser thought makes better of it and he's quiet as Hattie's question is passed on to Vash. "They would hear quite the many things with this many mouths in the galleries." Kael points out, amused but not entirely enthralled by the topic. He shrugs awkwardly, lopsidedly, his eerie stare remaining outwards. "I can't imagine it would be a good thing if they could." The Weyrwoman accepts Vash's response with a shallow nod, then folds the clipboard in against her chest as she leans against the railing. "...Perhaps it depends at which point they develop language. If they hear and understand or just hear until they hatch and find the one they want." Hattie tilts her head a touch as Elaruth looks up again from an inspection of one of her eggs, facets of blue polluted by yellow for a fraction of a moment. "It wouldn't matter what they hear if they can't understand," she says slowly, distractedly. "What they feel... that might be another matter." The junior weyrwoman remains awfully quiet, despite everything, though a lingering look is kept on Hattie as the woman speaks. But it's only after a break in the older woman's words that she inserts a simple, "If you'll excuse me." She turns to pick up the abandoned riding jacket, there on the first row of seats, but doesn't linger long in making her way away and out of the galleries. Eliyaveith lingers longer, certainly, but even the gold finally launches herself up from the ledge and away, if by her own will or her rider's. "Feelings generally seem more important than words," Vash replies, though she doesn't seem overly worried by the prospect. "With words, we can lie to ourselves. With feelings, we lie only to ourselves." She watches Lilah leave for a couple seconds, then looks pointedly at Hattie and Kaelige. "Of course, then those lies turn into words and..." She trails off, vaguely waving a hand. Curious, dark eyes follow after Lilah. And Kaelige rights himself from his leaning on the railing. "Very wise words. " Kael responds to Vash, though his sarcasm is so dryly spoken it could be taken for earnesty. "But I can't say I hope they do understand feelings. With the mixed bag of visitors they have on a daily basis, especially following big events..." He chuckles lightly, a hand slipping back to pull his hood up over his head as if he has the intention of leaving, "They'd be too upset to break shell." Hattie glances at Lilah, yet her focus never really lands on her, her attention still with Elaruth, who lowers her nose back to the egg she's settling just so, but keeps her rider still clearly in her line of sight. It's Kaelige's laughter that makes what brittle control she commands of herself snap, her low, "I suggest you get back to work and don't come back today," sharp-edged. She doesn't hang around, not with her queen staring at her like that, though she does lean down to haul the satchel's strap over her shoulder with a muttered, "Everybody lies." Down to the Sands she goes, and if she eventually has to ease the weight of the satchel, hopefully the hidework won't get fried. If consequences weren't so great, Kaelige would of course have some other comment to give. But the realities were made clear enough. With the senior weyrwoman's dismissal, he turns with no other word. Some might see the light smirk not leave the edges of his mouth, but with his hood up, his head down and his direction to dissolve into the crowds of the tunnel, it may for the best remain unnoticed. |
Comments
Kaleidoscope (09:28, 31 May 2015 (EDT)) said...
Poor Ebeny. It will be interesting to see how things shake down with the weyrlingmaster team and what level of interference Lilah provides. I imagine if she and Hattie would cull out troublesome candidates (NOT NAMING NAMES~~ ;D <3) it would go a long way.
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