Logs:I Can't Get No Satisfaction
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| RL Date: 27 July, 2014 |
| Who: Edyis, K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis and K'del catch up. |
| Where: Records Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 14, Month 5, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: A'rist/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions |
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| Records Room, High Reaches Weyr Books. Scrolls. Bound hides. Maps. If it's a record pertaining to the Weyr, it's likely to be in this roughly oval room with its floor-to-ceiling cherrywood shelves, its multitude of slots for scrolls, and its wide drawers for materials that shouldn't be rolled up or folded. A scribe is usually on duty at the tall desk up front with its good view of the room, and is able to help visitors find what they're looking for via the big bound index on its rotating stand. Past the desk, several tables stand in neat rows for note-taking, each stocked with glowbaskets, scrap hide, paper and pencils. Additional lighting is provided by a many-armed wrought-iron light fixture, its glows gleaming through luxurious glass containers in fluted shapes instead of baskets. To one side of the room, a gap between two sets of shelves outlines where another set once stood, now replaced by a tapestry-covered aperture. Peeking behind the tapestry reveals another cavern, this one likewise full of shelves, but occupied by only a few boxes of older records and a somewhat musty air of disuse. As well, two narrow but solid doors are locked when the room is unattended and a discreet staircase provides direct access from the Weyrleaders' weyrs. The downside to any extended absence is that your boss usually finds someone else to do your job, leaving you with the grunt work at the bottom of the ladder again. Hence Edyis is indoors when the weather outside is so fine, dusting, reorganizing, and recopying. The occasional muttered curse under her breath escapes when she locates yet another damaged volume to repair. Of course she's about the only one in here since every other scribe just happens to have the day off. "Vengeful old coot." "He's just reminding you who's boss," says a voice from just behind Edyis; K'del has meandered up behind her, carrying a volume under one arm, his mouth drawn into an amused-looking grin. "Man's got to have his pride; he's feeling threatened, clearly. How've you been keeping, Edyis?" Tousled hair, and the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt suggest that even the Weyrleader has been making the most of the fine weather, even if he's inside, allegedly working, now. "Threatened, clearly. Because I'm such an intimidating individual." She adds the last for irony, before turning to face the Weyrleader. "Speaking of bosses, can I officially drop the acting now, while giggling and saying I told you so?" A wide toothy grin, before she regards the question, "Very well, It was nice spending the winter in the south, but Reaches may always be home now." She studies him with a scrutinous eye, "I take it you have - aside from rumored incidents- been mostly well?" "Threatened," corrects K'del, but not without a glimmer of amusement, "By the possibility that he'll lose you more permanently; plenty of people vanish off to tropical climes and never come back. It's his way of telling you he missed you." It's convoluted reasoning; he doesn't seem to believe it, himself. "Now, now, no teasing the Weyrleader. There were never guarantees, but... can't deny I'm pleased." His volume gets set down, abandoned to one of the tables, as he leans himself up against the back of a chair. "Glad to see you back, in any case. Well, yes. Now that Cadejoth's back in one piece, in any case." "More people vanishing from the tropics these days than heading to them." She points out with an edge of something akin to regret. "So the flight really was as rough as the rumors, I don't think I quite believed that anything could knock Cadejoth out of commision, then again there are a great deal many unbelievable things happening in the world these days." reshelving the last of one pile before studying the rider more closely. "Would you like a glass of wine and a seat? I promise I won't knock anymore dust about the air." K'del's own expression turns more serious in answer to that first remark, his nod present, if barely visible. He aims for the jovial when he says, "Well, clearly you've not met Lythronath. That bronze..." But that's unkind, though the faintly bitter note in there can surely be attributed to his own dragon's injuries. Arms crossing at his waist, he considers Edyis' offer, and then nods. "Won't say no, if it's not going to interrupt your work too much. Would hate to get on the bad side of your boss." Edyis frowns. "Actually I have, If you want to know a secret, I used to sketch him frequently to help get over being uncomfortable around dragons, though I'd never want to tell A'rist that. " The bottle that is kept tucked away in a cabinet is fetched along with two glasses, and with a ease that suggests quite a bit of practice fills the two glasses with a light golden liquid with the faintest hint of bubbles. "So long as we don't spill on the records I'm sure it should be fine. I'm getting ready to copy a few reports for someone anyway." Setting the glasses down before fetching the pile of aforementioned documents, and a fresh ream of paper. "Interesting choice. Guess you might as well throw yourself in at the deep end, if you want to get over that discomfort." K'del's got a frown of his own for that, even if it doesn't linger very long. He's got a glass to collect, after all, and a seat to take, long legs tucked out of the way as he considers both Edyis and the records in question. "Should've known there'd be a secret stash of alcohol in here. Pretty sure Quinlys has some in the weyrling barracks - as if that isn't asking for trouble - and, well." The alcohol in the council chambers isn't exactly 'secret.' "You are glad to be back?" "It's an interesting bond, and I like knowing what makes people and dragons tick. Makes them easier to predict - well usually." An unrepentant grin at mention of alcohol stashes, "I'm not surprised, you'd need a stiff drink after dealing with a dozen or so weyrlings and their dragons. I'm sure Quinlys can make any weyrling dumb enough to try and steal that stash regret it for turns and turns to come." Ink pot opened as she grabs a fresh quill and a penknife between sips. It isn't exactly stalling, but it is a significant pause. "High Reaches is home, and i'm grateful to be back on familiar ground, I just - wish I could have done more with my time away. Made something more useful of it." K'del acknowledges Edyis' explanation with a bob of his head, forestalling answer in lieu of taking a sip of his drink; an experimental, testing sip, more thoughtful than actively appreciative. "Quinlys..." But he breaks off, shrugging, his attention already moving on to the rest of what has been said. "That's pretty much the name of the game, I think," he concludes. "Spent all the time I wasn't Weyrleader dreaming about how I'd do things differently; how things would be better, once I was again. If I was again. But it's not quite as simple as all that; we do what we can with what we have, and sometimes that doesn't feel like enough, but... it's the best we have." A dark brow arches, as she works on the pen. "I suppose, but do you ever feel satisfied with the work you've done? Never felt like there was something else missing from all of it?" Swirling the wine in his glass, K'del hesitates, clearly giving the question actual serious thought before coming up with an answer. "Sure," he says, finally. "Which is to say... sometimes, yes, I feel satisfied. Sometimes everything comes together, and it's perfect. But often, no. Most of the time. Hate the compromise of it, but..." He shrugs, setting his glass down upon the table. Edyis reaches for her own once the pen is cut, sipping thoughtfully as she listens. "Mm. At least I know I'm not losing my mind then." A beat. "I'm glad actually, seeing you again finally like this." She must mean somewhat relaxed and not buried under six pounds of paperwork. "Reaches feels like it's finally on stable ground, even with the Tillek incidents, the Weyr at least feels more stable." Comparably so anyway. Mention of Tillek has K'del's mouth twisting unpleasantly, but after a moment's pause, he nods. "It's-- things aren't too bad. Stable, yes. It feels... good. Helps, knowing I've got good people around me, too. Can't say I'm glad for things at Monaco to have gone the way they have, except that I am glad to have Savannah around." It comes with an oblique forward tilt of his head, one that's partially masked by the way he reaches for his glass, sipping at it idly. "The thing is, of course, that even small actions that don't seem important can matter. Help or hinder." Her nose scrunches at mention of Monaco. "It may but additional stress on the supplies, but I think they will prove invaluable. It's hard on them I know, but they truly are better off." her finger tighten a little around the stem of her glass. "Monaco will likely be a problem in years to come, but at least for now it's not something to worry about." She must latch on to the words small actions because her expression softens. More neutral, K'del says, "R'hin's an old friend of mine, and we can never have too many friends. I'd not wish him, nor those loyal to him, stuck in a situation like they faced at Monaco." He steps around Savannah's activities; his smile twists, nonetheless cheerful enough. "Monaco will do what Monaco will do. We owe them no debts; they owe us none. We'll leave them well alone." He sips; once, and then a second time, letting the liquid hover on his tongue a few moments before swallowing. "At least we've solid relations with some of the Weyrs." Edyis smiles, "Well there's always those other weyrs." Not that she knows which one's he is particularly referring to. "Things will settle out I'm sure." Opening the jar of ink and begining to etch a series of lines across the page. "How was the last batch of candidates? I haven't had a chance to take sketches of the Weyrlings yet." She asks as she begins setting down names and dates. K'del examines his glass again, considering what's left of the liquid through the glow-light. "They seem... a respectable enough bunch," he says, after a moment. "I admit, I've not gotten to know the most of them, myself. And, of course, there's Iesaryth's clutch due soon; the disappointed candidates will get their second chance then. They all seem..." He stops himself, laughing. "Young, I was going to say, though you're as young as any of them, aren't you? Younger than plenty." Edyis laughs. "I'm young enough, I would guess 18 turns would seem young to you now wouldn't it. I'd forgotten about Iesaryth's, but then that time around I think we were mostly in the 14-17 range. You weren't that much older when you stood either, or first took charge of the Weyr." "Exactly," says K'del, with a laugh. "And that feels like a lifetime ago. It's-- well. That's how these things go, isn't it? I've two sons desperately wishing they were a turn or two older and thus eligible to Stand; makes a person feel old." But not that old - or so his expression seems to suggest. "With Cadejoth, though, I was distracted. And Ali and I've a new baby, and... well." He shrugs. "Harder to get to know people, I guess. Still." He drains the rest of his wine, setting down the glass. Edyis nods, "Life happens, I'd love to see Iska sometime when she's visiting." The quill scratches across the paper, pages filling quickly with line after line of neat tiny script. "Feel free to pour another glass if you've the time, but I imagine you are probably needed elsewhere?"A wry smile as she looks up from her work. K'del, with the smile of a proud father, promises, "Next time she's here - which is often enough. She's growing up, my little girl." The glance he gives to his glass is regretful; so is the one he gives Edyis herself. "Alas," he agrees. "Only dropped in to exchange volumes, and here I am, whiling away the hours." The exaggeration has him smiling, as he stands. "Glad to have you back, Edyis. Don't be a stranger, mm?" Edyis smiles, "I will hold you to that." She snorts, "At least you return yours. I won't." Be a stranger she must mean, but she doesn't say much else before devoting herself to her task. "Top shelf to the left, if your looking for the next one in that sequence." "Thanks, Edyis," says K'del, as he replaces his volume, takes the next, and then, at an easy pace, takes his leave. |
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Edyis on 12:49, 29 July 2014 said...
That song is now stuck in my head.
K'del on 16:55, 29 July 2014 said...
I win!
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