Logs:Living Weyrleader Witnessed
| |
|---|
| |
| RL Date: 2 September, 2015 |
| Who: K'del, K'zin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Southern Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'zin brings K'del's three oldest to visit and witnesses the living, breathing, prone man. |
| Where: Guest Weyr, Southern Weyr |
| When: Day 18, Month 9, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Ali/Mentions, B'ren/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, Ishadel/Mentions, Iska/Mentions, Kasey/Mentions, Mielline/Mentions, Nikalas/Mentions, Val/Mentions, Yvalia/Mentions |
  |
| It's been a good visit: K'del's eldest three children have been able to reassure themselves that he's still breathing, and not in danger of stopping any time soon, and he's been able to reassure himself that he hasn't abandoned them and made them feel bad by escaping to be with his 'family.' They're all family. "And we'll be old enough to Stand for Cadejoth's clutch," Kasey had said, proudly. "Me'n'Nik, anyway." But now they've trooped outside to enjoy the Southern sunshine, and take on the very important job of oiling Cadejoth; it leaves K'del alone with their escort (and, yes, his own ever-present guard, Val, though she has kept her distance to allow proper visitation rights). He's still wan and pale, still glassy-eyed with pain medication, but he focuses his attention on K'zin, now. "Thank you for bringing them." Since their arrival and the exchange of a nod between wingmates and the crisp, respectful salute given his weyrleader, K'zin's lips have oft had need to press into a line that wants very badly to be a smile as he observes from the sidelines the visit of older trio and father. He manages to refrain from making comment, in light of K'del's delicate condition, about what the youngest and only female of the three might soon be old enough to do besides standing for a clutch in a couple of turns. No need to help the heart give out so soon when they're all hoping to see K'del so much healthier in the days to come. "It was the best thing I could think to do for you and I couldn't do nothing." K'zin answers simply, with a small smile. "Besides, they're not the only ones who want to see with their own two eyes that our Weyrleader is still with us, and how else was I going to get past your guard?" A smile flashes vaguely in Val's direction before returning to K'del, "You're going to be alright." It's half statement and half question. "Pretty sure half the Weyr wants to confirm it with their own two eyes," agrees K'del with a wry laugh. He's still not supposed to sit up, much, but it's plain he's restless with this whole 'laying on his stomach trying not to stretch cut muscles too much' probably unsurprisingly. "Half relieved, and half of them wondering why that knife slipped." Is that bitter? Maybe a little. "But yeah. Going to be all right. Hurts like a--" Pause. "But it'll mend. How's everything at home?" "Then I should thank you for the number of free drinks that will come my way for the chance to hear direct from me that I've seen you and you're on the mend." K'zin answers K'del's wryness with his own. The younger man moves to sit on the floor, where K'del can see him without straining too much. "There will always be those wishing you ill, the most you can do for yourself is fuck 'em. Figuratively. Literally..." The younger man lifts his hand horizontal and lets it tip side to side to indicate the questionability of that life choice. "People are upset, confused, wanting answers." And people are doing that other thing he said, probably, but K'zin's not going to say that. "Mielline and Irianke are-- well, you know how they are probably better than me. Healers giving you the good stuff? Ali fussing over you?" K'del's mmmm is more exhale than actual word; he'd probably nod his head if it were easier to do so in this position. "Ha. Not sure I'll be fucking anything for a little while." Appropriate? Inappropriate? Who can tell. "Wouldn't object to some answers, myself. But that's out of my hands-- Greenfields and Crom, and some of our riders too, are doing their best. I'm supposed to just sit here and wait to get better." Booooring. "Healers are trying to avoid giving me too much of the good stuff, but it's probably for the best. Not sure I like feeling so... floaty. Ali's fussing, though, yeah. Iska gave me her stuffed firelizard, even, and then Ishadel wanted to too, but he can't sleep without it, and..." This, at least, makes K'del smile. "No, probably not." But something has K'zin ducking his head to hide a smile. "I'd need some of the good stuff before I made any suggestions about how to get around that, though." Every good bronzerider should have some. "It's good that they're avoiding it, even if it feels like not," he adds, sincere in this comfort, "You don't want to get addicted to the stuff. "Ali's fussing will do you better than most of the rest, you're in the right place right now. Home will do without you while you heal. I can come by and read you wing reports, if you want. Something to send you off to dreamland." There's a wink for that. "Or if there's anything else I can do that would be better, I can do that, though I don't have a stuffed firelizard to offer and you wouldn't want the real one I've got. He's an asshole." The suggestion of wing reports is met with an unhappy groan. "Mielline's going to be giving me one report a sevenday, and I'm only allowed to read and not comment. It's going to kill me." Evidently K'del's cheered up enough-- despite the groan-- that he can make death jokes. Hurray! "Mostly, it's just good to get visitors," he admits, more seriously. "Ali's busy. Val's here a lot, and that's great," Hi Val, probably still able to listen from her post, "But variety is important. Pretty sure I'm set for firelizards, luckily. Wouldn't mind if you'd keep your ear to the ground, though. Let me know if anything happens. Hate being so cut off." "I'll be sure to keep you in my loop. I may never have been very good at being your man, K'del, but I'm still that." Loyal to the last? K'zin has a look that's a little bemused. "Maybe you need someone to read you something other than wing reports, then. Do you suppose it would be considered cruel to inflict an auntie with a love of erotic literature on a healing man?" He contemplates. Evidently K'del decides it would be awkward to respond to that first remark, and so he lets it go with only a poorly-positioned nod, his expression appreciative in an understated way. It's the rest that really gets a reaction, however: "I'll sic Val on you if you try," he warns. "And I have pillows in easy reach. Never forget." "Pillows, but I can't imagine they want you exerting yourself." K'zin points out sweetly, with a glance toward Val. "Besides, I think it's against the Weyrleader's code to turn one wingmate against another. Especially seeing as how he's recently allowed our wingleader to become so very busy." What with leading the Weyr and all. "For the moment, Val's in my service," replies K'del, and certainly, there's Val looking mock-fierce (as much as she can) just for his benefit. "Blame Irianke for that one, anyway. She gave me the option of B'ren or Mielline, and I'm pretty sure I was supposed to go for the latter. Still. It's not anyone's fault she's capable." K'zin's hands go up in defeat, with an extra innocent look for Val: would she hit a face like this? Just for a little oral interpretation of something steamy by an auntie? Just. "Interesting. I thought B'ren was her flavor of the... months." He contemplates, "The new Weyrwoman is an intelligent woman." He looks at K'del, "You really ought to rest up. You might need every bit extra you save up when you get back." He doesn't say to deal with Irianke as his Weyrwoman, but... "One of," says K'del. One of her flavours. He'd shrug, but that's difficult in this position, not to mention the potential for pulling stitches. "Pretty sure setting up a bronzerider, any bronzerider, as an Acting Weyrleader is a politically poor move. In any case..." He makes a face. "Rest. More rest. Know you're right, all of you, but, shells. But the sooner I'm healed, the sooner I'm home. So. You'll take the kids back?" "Nah, thought I'd just leave 'em to help with that rest thing," K'zin says it so casually that it might be believable until he's rising from the floor with a grin and stretching. It's probably not a calculated stretch. "Hoping you'll be back soon, sir, but if you're not and you need a ride for them again, some of my duties with Snowdrift are flexible, so as long as they're free," those kids, with their own social schedules they're so old! (Probably.) "I'll bring them down." K'del sticks out his tongue, perhaps the only recourse he's got from this position, unless he wants to drag Val in again. "Appreciated," he says, afterwards, more genuine. "We'll keep in touch. Do spread the word that I'm not dead, okay?" Not yet. Not this time. "Yes, sir," is crisp with a like salute probably meant to reassure K'del that K'zin takes the assignment seriously. He heads for the door, but calls back, "Oh, and sir? Congratulations." Then he's gone and he'll probably take the trio with him. |
Leave A Comment