Logs:Of Surprising Insight
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| RL Date: 9 July, 2006 |
| Who: M'wen, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 26, Month 4, Turn 8 (Interval 10) |
| Your location's current time: 18:38 on day 26, month 4, Turn 58, of the Tenth Pass. It is a spring evening. You stroll towards the lake shore. Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr This shoreline marks the edge of the freshwater lake that fills the southeastern portion of the bowl. The gritty dirt of the bowl gives way to smooth sand. Across the lake, the bowl wall rises high into the sky, its face dotted with weyr entrances. A few dragonlengths above the water, glimpses of a level cliff can be seen amidst boulders lining the edge. Just south of here, a smaller pond of water is divided from the main lake by a natural bridge of land. A path leads across the bridge and up to the diving cliffs, winding through a dotting of small boulders on its way. The early evening crystal clear as the sun sets over the western rim of the bowl. The wind drives against the lake's surface, stirring the sand that blankets the ground. Contents: M'wen Maxeoth Obvious exits: LAke Pond Diving Cliff Bowl It's been a few days since the trip to Fort, and R'hin's very obviously avoided spending too much time around his fellow weyrling - other than during wing practice and other such necessities. It's just about dinnertime, and the noise and smells of the evening meal drift enticingly across the bowl. R'hin, however, is deliberately walking in the other direction - towards the lake - whistling cheerfully as he heads for his usual rock. M'wen is sitting against a rock other then his usual, as the spray of the lake has drenched his normal rock. Hearing a whistle, he pokes part of his head around the rock. Knowing all to well that R'hin has been purposely avoiding him the last few days, he ducks back behind the rock, so as to give him some time alone. Leaning back and gazing up, he squints slightly, looking at Belior and Timor. It seems that R'hin's deliberately seeking M'wen out - probably even saw the Flurry Wingleader walking this way and followed suit - because he veers past his own rock, pale eyes flickering about as he moves until he finally locates M'wen. "Hah! Found you. Do I win a prize now?" His hands spread, sharp glint of amusement in his eyes. "Oh, I thought you were sulking for some reason...it doesn't seem on character for you, but with you, I never know" M'wen chuckles, "I was being nice and giving you space, but seeing that you don't want it, what can I do for you?" Standing up slowly, he slips slightly on the mud and almost falls again, finally suceeding in standing eye to eye with the other weyrling. The bronzerider's lips twitch, and it mutates into a low-chuckle, hands sliding into his pockets. "Sulking? Hardly." R'hin's eyes drift over M'wen for a moment, before he admits with a shift of shoulders, "I was giving -you- space. We've been spending far too much time together, to your detriment, I think. The last thing I want is another version of me. I'd have to hate myself." The casual words are laced with amusement, though sharp attention seems to negate the casual nature of the statement. "Well that creates an interesting situation don't you think? If we both avoid each other." M'wen says, eyebrows raised. "Though I must say that Fort visit didn't go as planned at all, and I regret insulting that painter girl...", then with another raise of the eyebrow, "So you hate me?" "No, it didn't go as planned," R'hin agrees, "But it was interesting nonetheless, and doesn't exactly speak well of Fort." Lips twist, and he breaks his gaze from the brownrider's first, idly poking a toe at some of the mud underfoot. "As for insulting the girl, well, there's always the option of going back and apologizing." The latter comment earns a faintly puzzled look until he realizes what M'wen's talking about. "Shards, no. I like you, M'wen. You're... entertaining. Surprising, at times. Far from boring. Frankly, I've had to revise my opinion of you since we first met." His tone of voice and the sharp shift of head indicates that doesn't happen very often, indeed. M'wen nods his head, "So far, Fort's hospitality has been the lowest, -and- they only have a rockslide...I still think she took it the wrong way, I even tried to change the subject to her painting, but I guess the fortians are passionate about their weyr.." Then with a slight smile, "Things change; opinions, people, thoughts, now that I know your reasons for acting the way you do, I find it almost noble, a trait I would have never thought to assign to you when we first met as candidates." Then with a slight tilt to his head, "I'd like that, but from all that, I'd like to avoid going to Fort for a while...they didn't seem to appriciate our visit too much." "They rely on tradition," R'hin's faint emphasis makes that an insult, "And the prestige of being the first Weyr. Which certainly doesn't lend itself to being the best - it means it's haphazard and ill-planned. But then again, that Istan weyrling was no less passionate about her own Weyr. Impressing changes your loyalties." An edge of uneasy tension slides into the bronzerider's demeanour, his next gesture a little stilted as he glances in M'wen in surprise, silent a moment. "Noble?" he echoes. "I... that's not a word I would've used," he admits, self-deprecating, though he accepts it as a compliment, with a tip of his head. "Perhaps for the best. Not to worry, we've still got Telgar... and Benden... to visit. Not to mention all the Halls and Holds." "Which Istan weyrling? Do you mean Moyra when we went to the sandbar? Or Balinne at Fort? I assume, based on how we were just talking about Fort that you mean Balinne, and I agree. She was as uncompromising about her weyr being the best as her dragon. But for all we know, she could have lived there before and have a natural affinity with it, being her lifelong home and all." A slightly hard look flits across M'wens face and is given to the weyrling before him, "Noble is the word I used, and it is because it is noble. You may be doing it for completely selfish purposes, but the end result would help every dragonrider on pern, not just you, and you that as well as I do." The hard look vanishes as fast as it came, "I hope Telgar isn't as unfriendly as Fort, maybe they have a nice bar, not seaside, but its a nice thing to hope for." "Balinne," R'hin confirms with a nod, "She seemed so intent on Ista's greatness that it shut her eyes to what was good about every other Weyr. Don't get me wrong, I like the 'Reaches the best, but I still think Ista has it's good points. Maybe some of the other Weyrs will have theirs, too." Lips purse, and he concedes, "Maybe. I suppose I don't get why people close their eyes to new things and new experiences. They might as well live in a four-walled stable." There's a hint of laughter that vanishes the instant M'wen's voice turns hard, momentarily taken aback. Soberly, he agrees, "You could be right at that." If anything, he seems rather unsettled by the other weyrling's words, since it's certainly not a viewpoint he'd ever considered. "I've been to Telgar Weyr before," he admits, "No bar, I'm afraid. Ista seems to be unique in that, but I still say we ought to steal their idea for our own." He doesn't look the least bit embarrassed about such a declaration. "Well some people, maybe even Balinne in this instance, their pride in their own weyr is mainly based on ignorance, not being intolerant about the good of other weyrs. And considering how she'd be used to the temperature at Ista, Forts weather would seem cold enough to dislike it based on that as well." Then with a slight grin, "I'm not saying your wrong in most cases, and even in this one, its all hypothesis on my part. But then again, as a weyrling she's probably been to plenty of other weyrs and is just being stubborn." With a slight finger wag, "No, stealings bad, we'll just 'liberate' the idea, aswell as Moyras and make a Alpine bar!" R'hin's head tips as he studies M'wen, as if he's done something interesting all of a sudden. "You're probably right," he concludes. "You seem awfully insightful of late, Wingleader. Leadership suits you well, it seems." It's clear he means the words as compliment. "Moyra's probably regretting making that suggestion, after I offended her sensibilities. Somehow I don't think she'll be willing to be consultant any longer. Still, we should make sure to visit the Waverider in Tillek to uh, liberate," lips twist as he borrows M'wen's wording, "Some of their ideas. Scout out some potential places around the Weyr, so we can have it all ready to propose...?" "No, I was insightful before, you just refused to listen, but I forgive you for that, at least mostly. Though I hope i'm helping you guys as the wingleader." M'wen grins a bit while saying the first part. "When we visit there I'll make sure to remind you about our liberation of ideas, I'm sure they won't mind, well I hope they won't, or Fort won't be the only place i'll avoid." "You may be right at that." R'hin admits the fault without a trace of chagrin. "You're gracious in victory too. I admire that." Hands spread wide, as if to make a point, before he says, "You are certainly helping. I can take orders from someone I respect, someone who is intelligent and insightful and recognizes the truth of a situation, whether he likes it or not." The words, while compliment for M'wen, also serve as slight for their Weyrlingmaster, deliberate. Although he chuckles briefly, his hands lift into the air as if in surrender. "The last thing I want is to get you banned from places, M'wen. Or myself, for that matter. It would work against us." |
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