Logs:Not Mad
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| RL Date: 2 May, 2013 |
| Who: K'zin, N'ky |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: The boys' first run-in in a while is not the friendliest encounter. |
| Where: Records Room |
| When: Day 2, Month 9, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Fog begins to coalesce in the very early morning hours and lingers throughout the day, soft and still and clammy. |
| Mentions: Jo/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. Early evening sees an almost empty records room, with only a few of the Weyr's more studious residents occupying the desks or wandering the shelves. Amongst the latter is N'ky, wearing his riding leathers and an open-necked shirt, and looking considerably neater than he has done for a long while, even if he doesn't look any less tired. He's searching for something amongst the Weyr's journals, running fingers along a shelf just higher than his head as he reads the spines. It's not an uncommon site to see K'zin in the Records Room every few days. Usually to trade in books, as he's turned into a rather prolific reader. He moves into the room with a pair of books that he delivers to the assistant on duty before beginning his hunt for his next paper victims. His expression tonight is more sober than usual, and doesn't change much when his eyes land on N'ky. He was heading down the same aisle that the greenrider is standing in. It makes him pause briefly in his stride, but no more than it would to happen upon any other in the stacks; evidently, K'zin's determined to try to make things as least bad and weird as possible. "Hey Nick," He greets casually as he draws nearer, not within swinging distance, and turns to examine the spines of the books on the side opposite the one the greenrider is perusing. While he doesn't look exactly enthused to see K'zin, the worst N'ky does is look uncomfortable. He runs his fingers through his hair, brushing back curls from his forehead, and looks from the bronzerider back to the books he's scanning through. "Hi." Very neutral, and very carefully delivered so. When K'zin starts searching the stacks behind him, the greenrider frowns, stepping further down the aisle with the pretense of still skimming through journal titles; only he's moving a little too fast to be able to read them properly. "How's it going?" K'zin's baritone is casual. It's not that he's making it sound like nothing happened, it's just that he's downplaying. There's a nervous edge to his tone that might let N'ky know that's the case. "Cai looked good this afternoon." He leaves it vague. It might be meant generally, or her performance during drills. After another moment of quiet searching he half-turns towards the other weyrling. "Thanks. For the turnday gift." He looks a little abashed, "It was really-- thoughtful of you." He hesitates on his toes before twisting back to put his eyes back on the books. "Fine." And there's the journal he's been looking for. N'ky reaches up - it's a stretch even for him - and pulls the volume from the shelf. "Cailluneth was good this afternoon." He opens the book, flicks through the first few pages, then exhales in frustration. It's the wrong one he's pulled down, and so he puts it back, pulling down the one beside it. "You're welcome." Was K'zin turned toward him? He didn't notice. The stiff line of his shoulders as he skims through the beginning of another journal is unusually stubborn. Silence stretches between them, if not entirely comfortably. It's also not, at least from K'zin, hostile. "I've been putting the book to good use." The turnday present. "Jo found me a model for my sketches, so I can get better. She makes faces at me during lunch a couple times a seven. I'm getting better, but I can't get the ears right." There's a little pause, "I was thinking, I'd like to try drawing dragons. Do you think Cai would be up to letting me draw her sometime? Would you mind? It'd be yours to keep if it's any good, when I'm done with it." He turns his head slightly to glance at N'ky out of the corner of his eyes. N'ky's eyes remain firmly fixed on the journal in his hands, his stance stiff. He shakes his head, closing the book and putting it back, again taking down the next one along to skim through it in a similar manner. "I don't think Cailluneth," he stresses the part of her name omitted by K'zin, "would like that." The journal in his hand would seem to be the right one at last, and he snaps it shut to tuck it under his arm, before moving down the shelves a few more steps to search once more. "Alright." The word is simple, the meaning is not: alright, he's patient. Whenever N'ky's ready. K'zin's not giving up, just waiting. "Well, I don't know if she remembers as far back as the other night, but I'd appreciate it if you'd pass onto her my apologies for upsetting her. And you--" He hesitates, stumbling over his next words, "I-- you-- Uh. I'm still sorry." He tugs down a book and then a second. "I don't want to-- um-- make things worse by pushing you to talk to me. Or whatever. But-- I--" Now he's turning to the greenrider again. Brown gaze is troubled, "I care. I'm still here. So... I'm just going to try to be a better friend, but not push you to accept my apology or me or anything." He takes a step back, giving the other weyrling some more space. "She doesn't, and I'm not reminding her." N'ky is surprisingly calm if the lack of a stutter is anything to judge by, despite the uncomfortable, stiff way in which he holds himself. He listens in silence, without any acknowledgement that he's actually listening until the bronzerider's stepping back and silent. "You're not there, K'zin." Brown eyes remain on the books in front of him, finger skimming spines. "You're not there because I don't trust you to be there right now." K'zin takes in a breath slowly, and lets it out in the same manner. It's quiet, a calming technique. "I know you don't trust me. I know you're mad at me. I know I fucked up. But I am there. As there as you'll let me be. But that's what I was trying to say. It came out wrong I guess." He's not sure, "I just meant--- exactly that, that I know things aren't going to be perfect again over night, and I'm not pretending they will be. I'm just-- letting you know I don't want to invade your space in dealing with this, any of this." Another step back. "But that when you-- or if you get to a point where you want to be friends again, I'm--" He trails off. What's the right word? Willing? Trying? "--there." He settles for the word unhappily, unable to find the right ones to say what he means. N'ky shakes his head, tweaking another book down from the shelf. "I'm not mad." He still hasn't looked at K'zin, with his attention fixedly on the journal in his hands. It, too, would seem to be the right one, as he snaps it shut. With the two journals in his hands, he finally turns to face the bronzerider, his brown-eyed gaze, despite being guarded, giving away a whole lot more than he probably intends it to. There's conflict there; uncertainty, confusion, hurt, and, despite what he said, anger. "This is my space," he indicates the aisle they're standing in, drawing a large, imaginary circle with his finger, "and you're invading it now." "Your note said--" K'zin starts, unwisely, and stops himself before pointing out that 'mad' was the word N'ky used for it. His eyes drop to the ground and he shakes his head a little. "Okay," is his acceptance of the denial of feeling and the staked claim of space. He holds up his two books as almost a shield in front of his torso, or at least a defense of why he came down the aisle to begin with. "See you, then." He offers it simply, without complex emotions attached to it. That's hard for him, his face shows the effort of being neutral, but nothing else, and he backs out of the aisle, moving back to the assistant to sign out the books before heading for the door. "I'm hurt." But N'ky says it too late and too quietly to be heard, as K'zin's already gone. He sighs, leaning back against the shelves to give the bronzerider enough time to check out his books before he follows, doing the same. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Thu, 02 May 2013 05:33:26 GMT.
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Well then. e.e They're talking, and no dragons got upset. Uh. That's a start~
Nicky (Nicky (talk)) left a comment on Thu, 02 May 2013 06:15:09 GMT.
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And no-one got punched, and no-one cried.
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