Logs:Meetings of Note
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| RL Date: 7 October, 2009 |
| Who: Kash, T'rev |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Kash meets T'rev properly, and while their conversation starts light, it eventually results in the candidate delivering, by chance, some interesting news. |
| When: Day 13, Month 12, Turn 20 (Interval 10) |
| "Sometimes, it's like I never left home at all you know?" laughs Kash, as she and another female candidate wander into the Glass Fountain. "Babies, babies, more babies. You want a drink?" Apparently, the other girl declines, because Kash's next comment is a laughing, "Your loss!" before they part company. The tall candidate makes her way towards the bar, leaning both forearms along the surface of it as she considers her options thoughtfully. It's afternoon, the end of the day's chores for some, and there are definite foodstains down her skirt. Already perched at the bar is the Weyrleader, elbows propped on the bar top, trading quips back and forth with Al. "Yeah? Well, you know, I know one when I see one," he's saying which for some reason makes them both break out laughing. The keep catches sight of Nakasha though and slides on over to take her order. "Need a recommendation, miss?" he asks cheerily and T'rev looks over, grins slowly. "G'day, Nakasha," he greets her with sunny warmth, apparently well aware of who she is from at least seeing her around even if they haven't spoken at length yet. Addressed from two sides, almost at once, Kash blinks several times fast before she can bring herself to reply to either. "A recommendation would be lovely," she declares, with spirit, drawing herself away from the bar so that she can turn her attention, now, towards T'rev. If she's surprised that he knows her name, she doesn't show it, directing her smile towards him as she says, easily, "Afternoon, Weyrleader. Suppose this really is the place to be on a day like today... even if it apparently isn't /actually/ raining." "Day like today, somethin' warm with a little kick. Buttered rum cider suit?" Al suggests with a little nod for the Weyrleader as he addresses the girl. "Definitely is," T'rev drawls out merrily. "Too damn cold out there," he says with an exaggerated shiver. "It's freezing at night now, lake's starting to frost over." Nakasha pauses to consider this option only for a second, and then that brilliant smile makes a triumphant return. "That," she says, sounding more serious than her expression would suggest she actually is, "Sounds perfect." That comment is made over her shoulder, and once said, she turns her attention back to T'rev, laughing. "Not used to the winters, then," is her conclusion. "Suppose it is liable to be colder here than at home. Rain, though-- I'm used to rain. Snow, less so." "Great," says Al and steps away to make that drink, turning away from the bar while Weyrleader and candidate talk. T'rev makes a face and shakes his head. "Much more so than when I first Impressed at Telgar, but I'm from Nerat. Thin-blooded some might say," the Weyrleader drawls out. "We're a lot further south than Tillek, so the Hold and the Halls have milder weather than we do up here in the mountains. There'll be snow real soon." Nakasha gives Al an irreverent thumbs up that only momentarily distracts her from the conversation at hand. "Nerat. Never been there, but from what I remember... pretty warm. Mm, it's the mountain bit that is really getting to me, I think. Home is... you know, reasonably flat, really. Much closer to sea level. I don't mind the cold too much, though, but I know what it's like, for you people not used to it. It was barely even autumn at Tillek, but still 'too cold' for--" She breaks off sharply, drawing her lips in. "Southern people. I'm looking forward to the snow. Nice change from rain, you know?" "Yep, even up in the hills where I'm from it's warm all turn," T'rev describes with a smile. "And yeah, we're pretty high up here, has to be quite the switch." The Weyrleader just grins at that quickly cut off sentence. "Yeah, that's one of the things I like about the mountains though. The snow. Don't like the really cold rain crap." Nakasha's expression is kind of guilty, in the wake of that cut-off sentence, and particularly T'rev's grin. "Sounds lovely. Mm, definitely. Rain, rain, rain... that's all Tillek does, half the time. Just the occasional bit of snow. Suppose one does get sick of it, though, eventually." She leans back against the counter, hesitates, and then says, "There's always Boll, though. Suppose no where is all that far, when you've a dragon, but Boll's close! In comparison to other places." "Heh, I think I'll be glad for our snow then," T'rev says about Tillek. "I've been up that way a fair bit. Know your brother some. Good guy," the Weyrleader notes. "The ice is more of a problem than snow, to be honest, though of course a really heavy snow means no flyin'." He nods a few times about Boll. "Nope, not too far by dragon and the Hold itself isn't too humid either." There's a twitch of Nakasha's lips at mention of her brother, at which point she notes, "He told me, when he came to visit just after I got here, that he'd hold you personally responsible if I got into trouble, so really, I'd better behave because he'd hate to do that." Of the weather, she adds, "But ice means skating, and everyone's always told me that's fun. I've never really done it. Though I see your point." Again, she hesitates, as though she's about to say something, but stops herself at the last minute. What she does say is probably not what she was going to: "Like to go to Boll, one day. Kas and I usually do inland gathers, when we go, and sometimes Tillek." "Oh did he now?" T'rev laughs and shakes his head. "Well, guess I'd better keep both eyes on you, miss," the Weyrleader teases her merrily. "Yeah, ice skating /is/ fun, but iced wings and icy ledges aren't so much," he continues on about the weather. Al returns with her drink around then and T'rev puts down the marks to pay for it. "Yeah? Gathers are done pretty much 'til turnover though." "I'm being good," Nakasha promises, steadily, her gaze meeting T'rev's squarely. "Can't see any point in doing anything to hurt my chances, you know?" It's a more serious response than is really warrented; she sounds absolutely determined. T'rev's marks draw a delighted response from the candidate, whose hand was already halfway towards her beltpouch; "Thank you," she tells him, warmly, as she reaches to pick up the drink and give it a sniff, followed by, "Ugh. Iced wings? Ledges? I see your point. I know gathers are done... I just want to visit in general. See places! It's just that gathers are the only real time I've been visiting, for the most part." "Looks like you are," T'rev teases in friendly fashion. "And yeah, hear you there. Kept my nose mostly clean when I was a candidate too," the Weyrleader admits. Pauses. "Mostly." And there's a charming grin! "You're welcome," for paying for the drink. "Well if you'd like to come down to Boll with me, I'm headed that way this seven." Nakasha's brows raise: mostly? But the question goes unasked, because the invitation draws distinctly more of her attention - enough that she sets her drink down again without having managed so much as a sip just yet. "Would you? Really? I'd-- please?" Beat. And then, slowly, "Are you going because of the meeting they had with Fort Sea? Ke-- I heard things were tense." Now she looks guilty. "Sure, why not? That way I can tell K'del that I really am keeping a /very/ close eye on you," T'rev replies with a mischievous grin that slowly fades as Nakasha drops that little tidbit of conversation. "They -- had a meeting with Fort Sea? Really?" Any dropping of a possible name there gets skipped over because the Weyrleader seems far more interested in what Kash said about the minor hold. Nakasha's grin fades, too; she doesn't seem to have considered that this would be news that hasn't yet reached the Weyrleader's ears. "Er-- yees? I think so." She sounds awkward, her hands twisting within each other. "I don't know much. But. They had a meeting, and I think Gar was involved , too? I'd have to check the letter... But apparently it's been really tense, since, and maybe it's related, and maybe not. I don't know." Her cheeks puff out, a breath of air expelled. "If I'd known it was important, I would've said something sooner. Kez just mentioned it because he's worried about his grandmother." "Tense. Really," T'rev echoes and his hand lifts to rub at his chin, gaze shifting away from Nakasha and towards the barkeep, whom he signals. "Gimme a whiskey, please," is the order as Al comes near. "Kez. I assume you mean Kezdan? Lady Boll's grandson?" the weyrleader asks next, cheek propped up in hand. There's nervousness in Kash's expression, though it doesn't seem to be aimed at T'rev himself. Slowly, she reaches for her own take, finally taking that first drink from it, as, slowly, she nods. "He was fostered at Tillek for a while, but they sent him home a-- month or two ago? We've been writing. He says her health hasn't been good, and now she's all stressed, and that can't be good, either." She worries at her lower lip. "Is this bad?" Lost in thought for a moment it might seem as if T'rev didn't hear but then he focuses back on Nakasha - maybe he was talking to Mecaith. "Yeah, it sounds like it could be," he says, somewhat non-committally then squints at her sidelong. "Is Lady Boll's grandson the reason you're so interested in Boll?" back to a lightly teasing tone, though he's also promptly distracted by the arrival of that whiskey which he promptly takes a hefty mouthful of. Nakasha is patient, though; she's probably used to her brother taking moments to talk to Cdaejoth. The non-committal answer doesn't especially seem to please her, because her mouth begins to open for what is probably answer question, but his teasing question distracts her. She blushes. "I guess? I mean... not just him. He told me all about it, and I /do/ want to see it. But." Why yes, that is a lovesick expression. More whiskey. T'rev's smile is amused when it returns. "So I guess we don't really need to worry about you gettin' into any trouble /here/," he says mildly and sets the glass down, rotates it a little atop the bar. "Well. Here's hopin' you can find him when we head down that way." Breath blown out. "Things are a little tense a little bit of everywhere and this just kind of adds to it," he tells her with limited candor. "But it's not really something I can get into. Especially not with a candidate," the Weyrleader says gently. Nakasha's blush fades, her mouth curving into a wry little smile at the Weyrleader's remark. Evidently not. Probably. "I hope so," she says, with distinct fervour, as she reaches for her drink again. His explanation of the politics, however limited, draws a more serious nod. "No, no, of course. Not my business. I'm-- glad I could help? Guess I'm just worried. Kez really loves his grandmother." Beat. "Should I let you know, if he mentions anything else?" "I hope that -- things work out," T'rev says sincerely about Nakasha's connection to Boll's Blood. "Sometimes differences in rank can be really really tough. I'm glad you write," the Weyrleader says quietly and something wry lurks around the corners of his mouth. The glass keeps twirling around and around atop the bar. "Yeah. If he says anything else, I'd appreciate it. It could be helpful, Nakasha. Just -- be careful, all right? If you do hear anything else, bring it to me or to the Weyrwoman in private." There's a distinct droop to the candidate at the mention of things working out; her head shakes. But what she says is light, "Reckon our best hope is me Impressing, and being his eccentric rider friend who drops in all the time. Not sure there's any other--" She breaks off, leaving that thought alone in order to nod. "Right. Discretion, all that. Won't say a word to anyone else, but I'll come see one of you, if anything comes up." "He's not right in the line of succession," T'rev says gently about Kezend. "It wouldn't be totally untoward ... and well, you /are/ the Weyrleader of Reaches' sister, which adds up to something these days, as long as K'del holds onto the knot," the Weyrleader points out further and smiles at her reassuringly. "Thank you, Nakasha. That's not just to protect the Weyr, it's to protect you too. There's some ... well some shady things going on lately." "Nooo," agrees Nakasha. "But his mother's a snob, and I'm not sure even a Weyrleader's sister would count for much with her. Maybe. No one really knows, so... Maybe. Anyway, I'm a candidate now, right? So maybe I won't even be eligible to get married." She allows a further few bobs of her head to the rest, though the idea of needing to protect herself makes her look unhappy. Then, reluctantly, as she finishes her drink; "I should go. But. Thank you for the drink?" "Huh. Go figure," T'rev murmurs about the snobby mother. "Yeah, not eligible right now, nor if you impress," the Weyrleader notes. "But ... you know, hearts are hearts." And he reaches over to give Kash's hand a sympathetic pat. "You're welcome. And for that visit - afternoon time in two days, okay? Right after chores." "Hearts--" begins Kash, but she breaks off, her expression more rueful than anything, as she draws herself away from the bar, though the pat her hand receives is greeted with a fractionally broader smile. "In two days. Right. Thank you!" And that is an effusive thank you, no doubt about it. This said, she tips her head in his direction once more, and then she's gone, long legs carrying her straight for the exit. |
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