Logs:Impotent Bronzeriders
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| RL Date: 28 February, 2015 |
| Who: H'vier, K'zin, Rasavyth, Reisoth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Two bothered bronzeriders discuss the situation with Igen and the eggs and their powerlessness. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 18, Month 2, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: F'rain/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Nimae/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions |
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>---< Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr(#555RJ) >----------------------------------<
The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former
weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its
convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from
the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor,
and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick
and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook.
Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth
tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a
low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery
and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light
colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm
autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter
the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools
stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window
to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear
view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light
of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern. H'vier surely comes to the Snowasis when he's in a good (or better) mood on occasion. But it seems like something's made him sour for most of his more recent visits and tonight is no different. The bronzerider is sitting at the bar by himself even though a handful of Iceberg riders populate a table on the other side of Snowasis. There's a glass of what's probably whiskey in one hand while he uses the other to wave for the bartender's attention. He's going to need another one or five of these. K'zin has no drink and the bartender might be disappointed by the fact that he slides onto the stool next to H'vier without any move to order one. Then again, by the time the younger bronzerider is done with the older, H'vier might need to double his order. "We need to talk," is a phrase usually reserved for relationships and bad news, but K'zin employs it now, even as the subtle shimmer of Rasavyth reaches for Reisoth. "About the eggs." There are almost certainly other people H'vier would rather see right now and he's not very subtle about it in the way he looks at K'zin. But he doesn't tell him to get lost. Possibly because of the eggs. "That seems unlikely," he tells the other bronzerider. "What do you want?" Reisoth, likewise, seems somewhat agitated in his internal, quiet manner, but it's not directed at Rasavyth this time. "I want to know what you're doing about it." K'zin turns an expectant look on the older man, turned on the stool to face him with one elbow occupying the bartop. "Have you spoken to her about it?" Surely, it's a little presumptuous to think that either of them have power to effect change when the deal was made between Weyrleaders, but that doesn't seem to have occurred to K'zin (or bother him if it has). Similarly, Rasavyth offers a quiet tenor, « We are concerned. Have you spoken with Niahvth? » "It doesn't concern you, K'zin," says H'vier to the younger bronzerider. "No doubt they'd say the same about me," he'll admit. "So I'm drinking." Like any properly intelligent man who knows there's little point in fighting the thing he's pissed off at. This is why it's better to be pissed off at people rather than ideas. You can hit people. "I've seen little of her since the flight, to be honest." He probably shouldn't hit her. « Niahvth has no loyalty to High Reaches. » Which is to say, why would Reisoth have spoken to her? "It concerns all of us," K'zin says in a tone which suggest he might like to call H'vier an idiot, but he doesn't. See? He's keeping things professional! "Your dragon flew hers, so you have more say than any of the rest of 'us'," the folk without a big knot attached to their shoulders. "And I heard you slept with her. You could at least try to use your wiles to suss her out. We all know she's Nimae's favorite but maybe she doesn't always agree." He points out something that should be obvious. "If the Weyrleaders have already agreed to the arrangement, I don't have anymore say than anyone." They can both sound like they think the other is an idiot, evidently. "Besides, Reisoth is Istan." H'vier doesn't sound happy about any of this, but someone, anyone, should give him credit for sounding like a reasonable adult for once in his life. "Maybe they'll take all the useless greenriders." There's got to be a bright side. "Who's to say the arrangement can't be changed? And if I were you, I'd be taking more interest in who gets Searched and finding out if they're going to force them to transfer. With the way things happened with Savannah, I can't imagine our weyrleaders could force riders out, so if all the dragons Impress to people who want to stay here..." K'zin is thinking aloud now. Then he has to frown at H'vier, "Reisoth is one of 'Reaches now, or haven't you spent enough turns here yet to feel that way? Do you want to take half the clutch and tote them back to Ista as your ticket back in?" The younger man needles, but probably it's because of that look of displeasure at the older man's ...impotence. It's taken Rasavyth some time to sort through his dizzying network of thoughts to decide exactly what he wants to say. Finally, it comes, two very serious words: « Do you? » "You aren't me, K'zin." They both know that pretty damned well. "And you aren't as fucking smart as you think you are. You don't think any of this hasn't occurred to me, already?" H'vier gives the younger man a look to suggest he's disappointed in the lack of faith. Though he probably can't blame him. Even though he will. "I'm not going back to Ista. But I don't expect 'Reaches to step up and lay claim to a clutch of dragons that don't share their blood, either. K'del has nothing to lose in the deal." Except maybe the respect of certain riders. Reisoth absorbs those two serious words, but must not think they deserve a response. None comes. "Thank Faranth." K'zin says of the first. "Look, asshole," the way the younger man says it isn't entirely offensive. It can't be said to be fond, but it's not really meant as an insult, "There are a lot of people upset about this. Me not least of all. No person should be forced from his home." The way he levels a look on the older man suggests K'zin doesn't think H'vier should have been forced from his home. "K'del may not like you," that's no secret, "but you're the clutchsire, and a wingleader. Get your act together, talk to Irianke, talk to the other wingleaders, talk to your Weyrleader. K'del can't ignore what his people want." He believes K'del wouldn't, not if it were the overwhelming majority. "You're probably our loudest voice and if you stop being an asshole for just a minute, you could probably get people behind you." He probably doesn't realize he's handing H'vier campaigning advice. "It's an issue K'del's currently on the wrong side of and we have to get him on the right side." Because K'del is K'zin's weyrleader and he has faith. "For fuck's sake. I'm not just going to sit back and let them take my weyrlings from their home against their will." Though whether they actually want to go or not is probably less of a concern for H'vier than simply keeping Reisoth's progeny in the Weyr. "I already planned on talking to K'del. But I doubt talking to Irianke will be very worthwhile." She's one of them, after all. "Does Rasavyth Search?" he wonders, turning his head to actually look at K'zin now. "Aren't you? So far it's sounded like you're going to," the younger man observes with judgment. "If you go in with that attitude, I'm sure it won't be worthwhile. Be charming, I know you can. I've seen it," probably in this very place. "Find out what she knows, find out about these changes F'rain is making at Igen." K'zin recommends. "Rasavyth has Searched before. But not since before we were at Fort." Being very well-behaved, non-trouble-making clutchsire there (except for the part where they crashed in a greenflight in another Weyr before the hatching of their eggs), it could be noted but certainly isn't. H'vier rolls his eyes and turns his gaze back to the lines of bottles behind the bar with an agitated sigh. He doesn't comment on any of K'zin's helpful advice and instead says, "If he Searches anyone for this clutch, make sure they want to stay before you give them a knot. Tell Telavi the same for Solith." And probably anyone else, really. But it sounds like H'vier might make it well enough known that that won't be necessary. K'zin gives the older man a long, considering look, but makes no promises. Instead, he's up and off the stool and heading for the bowl, pulling flight gloves out of his jacket pocket as he goes. It's not until K'zin is up and going that H'vier turns his head again to watch him leave. But then he's throwing back the rest of his drink and knocking on the bar to get the 'tender's attention again. |
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Edyis (01:31, 1 March 2015 (EST)) said...
Interesting to see another viewpoint on the whole Igen clutch issue!
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