Logs:Negotiation
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| RL Date: 13 June, 2015 |
| Who: Nala, Rasaid, Jynth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Nala doesn't really want Candidates anywhere near her, but she makes a deal with Rasaid. |
| Where: Bowl Falls, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 25, Month 13, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aislara/Mentions, N'muir/Mentions, E'dre/Mentions, Lilah/Mentions |
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| Nala is not really the sort to make nice with the weyrlings, but, given her relationship with one of the weyrlingmaster's assistants, it's not uncommon for her to be seen in the vicinity of the weyrling complex. This afternoon, she's moving away from those caverns and towards the half-frozen flow of the channel leading to the waterfall, where Jynth awaits his bundled-up rider, his cornflower blue form hunkered low to the ground. Large for his colour as he is, he's still managed to immerse his paws in snow, though he extracts one as Nala approaches, claws flicking icy water her way. When it comes to brue physical tasks, Rasaid takes the cake. Today. Shoveling snow. The pile off to the side of the pathway grows larger as the man scoops, throws, scoops, throws. His progress is steady and without break. Until he gets to the side of the blue dragon. Only then he pauses, looking up rather than tossing the snow he carefully sets it to one side and sets his shovel straight up. "Ma'am." A brief gloved salute. Both Nala and Jynth regard Rasaid with a cool, somewhat detached stare, whether owing to some silent communication between them or a distinct lack of interest in the world around them. "Candidate," the bluerider eventually delivers in response, as she slips a leather carryall down from her shoulder and begins to attach it to Jynth's straps. As for the blue himself, he sidesteps, trying to get clear of the path Rasaid is forming or just out of range of having snow hurled at him. "So you must be, to be calling me that," Nala remarks. "They was sayin'," Rasaid doesn't say who 'they' are, but he'll make the assumption that the bluerider will fill in the appropriate person. His grip shifts on the shovel, setting it upright in the snow with a powerful movement. "that we ought to be askin' a rider for a ride along afore the eggs hatch." So Rasaid, forward as ever, asks the first rider he doesn't know about it. Nala pauses, her focus lingering on her lifemate's straps for an unnecessarily long time, but eventually, reluctantly, she looks up again to bring Rasaid into her line of vision. "Are you contemplating the entire matter or are you asking a question?" she enquires coolly, the dark gaze that she settles on him intense and distant all at once, her expression almost completely devoid of any discernible emotion. "I ride with the Weyrleader's wing. You might find one of the boys... more suited to your tastes, if you are anticipating amusement and instruction." Rasaid arches an eyebrow upwards. His hand rests on the shovel, giving it a slight giggle, yup. Stuck tight. "Don't know what tastes you could be talking about. He," a nod to Jynth, "has got wings. I got time. You look like you're headin' out so it ain't like you'll have to be going out of the way." It's more words than Rasaid has spoken since he came to the weyr itself. Jynth gives a low snort, one punctuated by Nala's matter of fact enunciation of, "He has a name," as she folds her arms and leans back against her blue. "I am sure that you must as well, but why don't you start by asking for his before you go making assumptions about what will be convenient for us, when I believe that you are trying to ask me a favour." She doesn't look like she's going to simply wander off any time soon, yet nor does she look completely settled there against Jynth. "I had to do that list myself, you know." Rasaid considers the thought for a moment, then turns towards the blue dragon. "My parents called me Rasaid. What is yours?" A second of pause before he turns just slightly to include the rider in it. "And you." Uh, "Ma'am. I'll go back to shovelin' if you ain't go the time." "And what does the rest of the world call you?" If it's humour, it's a very dry, very deadpan version. "His name is Jynth. I'm Nala. Not that my parents called me that. You will not be Rasaid if a dragon chooses you." Nala gives a shrug. "I am more interested in how you might be useful if you've a mind to be. If we do this for you, what can you do for us?" Us has her palm find the curve of Jynth's jaw, his shoulder having shifted in time with hers. "Candidate. Hey, you." Rasaid doesn't manage the change of tone that the words really do require to come across with the right amount of sarcasm. His voice is much to gravely to manage anything but the deep rumble. "Don't matter. What do you want? An't got much to offer." Fingers curve around the shovel and he taps it once. "Got a shovel." Just in case she has some snow? "What are you good at?" Nala presses, without seeming to press, her words light enough to be nothing but an idle enquiry. "I worked gambling tables before I Impressed. In more than one place. I know numbers; I know negotiation; I know tells. What do you know?" Again, she twitches her shoulders, producing an answering ripple in Jynth's wingsails. "I am not out to rob you, but a deal is a deal. That list is one between you and the Weyr's leadership. This is between you and us." There's only the faintest of twitches when Nala brings up gambling. "Much the same. Don't have much to offer. Strong arms. Good back." He twitches his arms as he goes out for it. He reaches upwards to rub his hand across the back of his neck. "Nothin' special. You ain't interested, I'll be lookin' for someone else." Nala never really smiles, yet she smirks at that twitch, utterly humourless. "If you accompany us on a sweep, you have to ask the Weyrsecond for at least one of those other tasks on your list," she declares, some faint interest there that wasn't there before. "And the junior weyrwoman for another. You might find her at Dice of an evening, if Eliyaveith doesn't need her. She is its manager." And so the bluerider just watches. Rasaid taps a boot against the ground, considering seriously. Neither rider has left much of a positive impact on the man, and it takes serious consideration to take up her offer. Slowly, he nods. "Done. So long as I don't have to be tryin' to make them friends." Because they don't look like they are friends at ALL. "Do what you like to the Weyrsecond," Nala says bluntly, "but if you upset or hurt the weyrwoman, you can expect me to find you and make your life very unpleasant however I can." She fixes Rasaid with a dark stare as she straightens, then she begins to clamber up Jynth's straps. "Tomorrow morning, before breakfast. Dawn sweeps. Here. Do not be late." She provides no more warning or information than that, before Jynth lopes forward a few steps and gathers himself to spring into the air, to carry the both of them home. |
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Cass (12:50, 15 June 2015 (EDT)) said...
I enjoy that Nala could've gotten out of it, but she chose to sic Rasaid on other people instead.
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