Logs:Sulking and choices

Sulking and choices
RL Date: 17 September, 2015
Who: Edyis, R'hin
Involves: High Reaches Weyr
Type: Log
What: Edyis finally confronts R'hin about Savannah. (K'del gets blamed.)
Where: Homestead Built For Two Weyr, High Reaches Weyr
When: 2D 11M 38T I10, autumn night

Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions, Alida/Mentions, Jo/Mentions

OOC Notes: Feel free to edit, correct, and alter away!


>---< Homestead Built For Two Weyr, High Reaches Weyr >----------------------< The passageway leads between the two couches, the walls narrowing in until it's nothing but a corridor with darkness at the far end. A doorway leads off in each direction, the two rooms almost identical as far as size and shape are concerned: roughly oval, with aged tapestries covering raw stone almost the entire way around the room. They're easily large enough to house living quarters and bedroom each: to have both to one person would be pure luxury. Both rooms have doors with locks, as though occupants of this double weyr live together, but desire absolute privacy nonetheless. -----------------------------< Active Players >----------------------------- Edyis F 21 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 0s R'hin M 54 6'1 lean, sandy hair, pale blue eyes 6s ----------------------------------< Exits >--------------------------------- Ledge >-----------------------------------------< 2D 11M 38T I10, autumn night >---< It is late in the evening, the ledge to all appearances, empty. In fact, it's only once the door is pushed open that anything is revealed to be amiss, barring the usual group of tattlers. A dark shape is seated on the couch, visible in the dim light of the still sheltered glow baskets, possibly asleep. The outline of a few bottles on the table might also be visible, with preference given to the resident's tastes rather than the intruders. It is, indeed, late, and it's been a long evening for the Savannah Wingleader. Leiventh drops onto the ledge with a loud scraping of talons not commensurate with his usual preciseness; perhaps as a reflection of R'hin's exhausted state -- or is that vice-versa? He's tired enough -- unaware enough that he takes two steps into the near-darkened weyr before he even recognizes anything amiss, stopping short, swaying a moment in place. Whatever passes across his expression goes unseen in the barely-lit room, steps quieter as he moves towards the couch, staring down at the intruder. Regarding her for a beat, he picks up one of the bottles and clinks it noisily against one of the others. Ink-dark eyes barely visible in the gloom open at the sound of dragon claws, but it's only when the bottles are clinked that she lifts the shutter on the basket of glows. "You aren't allowed to be irritated this time after complaining the last." She states diplomatically, but there's a flicker of concern that surfaces only for an instant, before vanishing beneath a mask, a mischievous smile curling over her lips. "Want me to start the fire? Didn't know how long you'd be out, or I'd have had it waiting." "Who said I was irritated?" R'hin asks, blandly, sliding easily onto the couch next to her. He still has the bottle in hand, and he's inspecting the label with what appears to be some note of approval, unverbalized. He gives her a long, hard look -- only somewhat exaggerated as to the exasperation of his gaze -- adding: "I'm not that old that I need you sneaking in and starting my hearth for me. If you're trying to imply I'm old and incapable, you can go. If you're going to grab a couple of glasses for this fine vintage, then you can stay." Edyis studies him, laughing a little at the speculation. "Hardly, you are R'hin, the omniscient and invincible. I just know sometimes it's nice to come home to a weyr that's already been warmed up by a thoughtful soul." Personal experience perhaps. She pushes off the couch fetching the glasses and leaves him to the pouring, moving over to the hearth. "You'll have a hard time chasing me off tonight I'm afraid." She adds, as she coaxes the fire to life. "Except you didn't warm it. So you're not a thoughtful soul at all," R'hin scolds her, with a disappointed cluck of his tongue. "All talk and no action -- keep this up and people will start to think you're naught but a bronzerider." He's mollified, perhaps, by her prompt provision of the glasses, and opens the bottle with all the due diligence of someone who respects a decent vintage, pouring with a deliberateness and care. With a snort for the latter; "I'll give you three drinks, and no more. It's been a long day." Edyis says, "Would you prefer I burn through your supplies?" She replies blithely with an eyelash bat. "And if I'm acting like a bronzerider it would be because I've learned it from the best." Giving the man a pointed look once she makes her way back to the couch. "Three drinks, but if you knock them back the way you did with that whiskey, I will cry foul." She did notice, after all. "If you want to blame someone, blame Jo." Why, she doesn't elaborate. Instead. "I want to know why you didn't tap me for Savannah." Blunt, to the point, since she's been given a time limit. "And I'd prefer it if you didn't feed me the same bullshit line of being fickle. I am fairly sure I know you better than that."" With a dismissive wave of his hand, R'hin clarifies: "Not when I expect you to replenish them after you use them, no," is followed by a low-throated laugh. It's only when she returns towards the couch that he offers her one of the glasses, lifting the second for himself. "Oh, this isn't knocking-back drink," he says by way of apparent reassurance -- and, indeed, he isn't drinking yet, perhaps waiting for her to do so, first. Brows go upwards at the mention of the bluerider, pale eyes interested. "Blame her for wh--" and then her latter question comes, with a sharp exhale of breath, and another, throaty laugh, clearly amused by something. Edyis accepts the glass, a blithe smile on her lips as she settles back into the couch. Arching a brow at the laughter, but not surprised by it, or upset by it. Instead she just looks at him expectantly, lifting the glass to her lips to take a small sip. The laughter fades into a mirthful chuckle, and finally, when Edyis drinks, so too does the Savannah Wingleader. "Did you and Alida coordinate?" he asks, once he's finished savoring the liquid. There's a blank look when Alida's name is mentioned, and several moments of stunned silence has her brows drawing together. "I honestly have no idea what you are talking about." R'hin's half-squint of dubiousness focuses on the brownrider a moment, before it fades with a surprised, amused noise from the back of his throat, followed shortly after by a long, savoring drink. "Ought to ask her," he says, finally. And then: "You do realize it's not my choice? Ought to be asking the Weyrleader that. He decides where the weyrlings go." "I think I'm going to have to." Edyis replies, still mulling over that little revelation. "Not your choice." She replies, and there's a frown, "For any other wing I'd buy that answer, hook line and sinker. What makes you think I haven't asked him?" She wonders then, "Aside from the fact that he's conveniently healing in Southern at the moment." With another generous sip from the glass, R'hin indicates the bottles gathered forlornly on the table in front of them. "That makes me think it. What do they call it? Dutch courage. Did you work yourself up to asking? Stay awake at night? Wonder, dread, dream?" He chuckles, though it's brief and muted all the same. "Fact is, though," with a gesture, "You think you know how Savannah operate. And some of it, you do, but..." his hand drops. "You don't know how a wing operates. Snowdrift'll teach you far more than Savannah could, and Mielline is an excellent Wingleader." "You are the one who taught me bribery was the best policy." She exhales, somewhat irritated. "This from the man who gets a kick out of kicking tunnelsnake nests to see what crawls out." Those questions are treated as rhetorical, either that or she doesn't see fit to dignify them with a response. "That's it. That's your answer. By that estimation why take any of the weyrlings at all?" The very last probably not intended to be audible, since it is hidden behind a long pull from her glass. "You learned well," the bronzerider allows, in a tone that might well be approving. R'hin leans forward to snag the bottle, refilling his glass, leaning to do the same for Edyis, assuming she holds it still long enough. "Mm, but... Ihave the benefit of dashingly handsome good looks and a quick tongue to get me out of kicking a tunnelsnake's nest. You," with an even look, measuring -- judging, even, -- "Have yet to offset that tongue of yours. Snowdrift trains in a wide variety of skills -- some of which you could benefit from. It's a good match from K'del," at least as far as he's concerned. "And half the riders hate me and cannot be convinced otherwise." Edyis states with a sulky twitch, taking a sip from her glass. "There are quite a few who might argue with you that my tongue has considerably improved." She frowns, "And what happens when I ask K'del and he says that Savannah had no interest in taking us." The last a little softer. "You still going to give the same answer then?" "Half of Pern hates me and cannot be convinced otherwise. Yet that still leaves," R'hin considers a moment, "A good half that don't, yet." Setting the bottle back down, he leans back into the couch, pale eyes amused at both the sulky answer, and the latter question in apparently equal measures. He spreads his hands, as if to say, try me, or perhaps, who can tell, either as unhelpful as the other. "Being a rider is not a world of certainty. It is not a world where you get to choose your fate, and it is not a world where railing at the choices you've been forced into helps you to move forward. What will help you, is making the most of the opportunity you have been given. And you had better do that, Edyis, because I will be very disappointed in you otherwise, as I'm sure Gretvyn would be." "The better half seems to enjoy your company." Edyis notes, with a stubborn set of her jaw. There's a breath out as the tension in her frame dissapates. "I'm not entirely sure what opportunity snowdrift presents. It feels so far like a lot of the same thing day in and day out with very little free time to break the monotony. Maybe it will be different once we know what we are supposed to be doing there, but - " She stops, then, dark eyes focusing on him sharply. "It isn't fair, to use her name like that, and you know it." "And Faranth only knows why you put up with me," R'hin adds on, lips twisting into a dark sort of smile before he takes a leisurely sip from his glass. Her words earn a snort. "Honestly. Are you just going to sit and wait for the opportunity to fairly drop into your lap? Ask, girl. Or find someone who's been in the Wing longer, doing something you'd like to learn, and annoy the fuck out of them until they grudgingly agree to teach you if you'll stop nagging them," with a low-throated laugh. He, as usual, is entirely unapologetic at her chiding words: "Truth is often uncomfortable," he says, easily, "For a reason." "Who knows, maybe I've just imprinted on you the way baby avians do." She teases, "Or maybe it's because somehow you've become part of that odd assortment of people that I tend to consider family now. Take your pick." She frowns, "Last time I tried that, I ended up with extra essays and endless lectures on how I could do with being taken down a peg." She studies him at the last, "Is that why you prefer jokes and half truths?" He makes a noise that might well be disgusted agreement, though R'hin's tone is jovial enough as he retorts: "Well, it's well past time to push you out of the nest. See if you can fly. If not--" he spreads the fingers of one hand. His brows go up, amused: "Do it with some finesse next time. Start with bribery, follow up with flattery. Then annoy." Her latter question earns a low-throated chuckle. "A half truth is accepted half as resentfully, and sometimes truths are better found by oneself than someone else. Still, it isn't something I'd recommend." It's an odd sort of phrasing, though he doesn't bother to explain -- as normal -- instead draining his glass. She eyes him at the talk of nests. "Was that the point of having Telavi purposefully trying to irritate me over the fact that I didn't end up in the one place I cared to land?" She pauses, "Because if it is you might want to warn her that I've spent enough time around Alida for some of her bad habits to rub off." So much for finesse. "Recommend what, Half truths or figuring things out for yourself." With a bemused sort of look R'hin answers, "I can hardly control Telavi, or what she does. Any more than I can you," he leans to refill his glass with a flourish, that ends with him holding it expectantly towards her glass. The noise he makes in the back of his throat is somewhere between laughter and consternation. Instead of answering directly, he says, "I'd not recommend trying to be someone else. Or emulate them, if you will. You'll inevitably fail, because you are you. So," with a tone of tasking, "No trying to be R'hin -- that's already proven to be a disaster. Try figuring out who Edyis-and-Akluseth are, because she is someone new, and still figuring out who she is meant to be." "Mm, you have a point." She sucks a breath between her teeth as she considers, "Still doesn't kill the desire to deck her though. Sorry." Not sorry. "Do you ever realize how contradictory your answers are? You suggest being myself, but me un-edited tends to be abrasive, obnoxiously curious and severely lacking in finesse. So you should really make up your mind." She frowns, "Not to mention the fact that being me, is essentially what had me on the bottom of the barrel when it came to wing picks." She sets the glass on the table then untouched, pulling to her feet. "Seems like I've extracted all the answers I can manage from you for one night though." "No," R'hin counters, to her suggestion that he make up his mind, "You ought to make up your mind. Then I can stop vacillating," because clearly this is all her fault. His eyes roll at her words, breath hissing out, "Is that what you think? You got picked last at team sports? Fuck's sake, Edyis." He sounds genuinely exasperated. "A dragon picked you. Most kids would pull off an arm for the chance, let alone actually succeeding. If you're not satisfied with that, then there's little hope for you." He sets the bottle back down, and leans back, pale eyes watching as she rises, sipping from his glass. "I did make up my mind." She states, "You just didn't like the answer." The rest only earns a sigh, and her glass is lifted and drained summarily. "This has nothing to do with being satisfied with Akluseth, R'hin. He's going to be there no matter what for as long as I live, and I'm not unaware of what a precious gift that is." Edyis sets the glass down on the table then. "He also isn't going to tolerate me being dishonest about the things I want." That must serve as her farewell. "I am rarely satisfied with answers I don't like," R'hin says, to the surprise of probably no one, least of all the brownrider. His gaze tracks Edyis' departure, only long enough to see her to the door, and then he's pushing upward with a tired sigh, draining the glass, and heading for his bed.

Comments

Jo (11:55, 17 September 2015 (PDT)) said...

This was a good read. I like seeing Ed with more backbone. R'hin has a way with words. Such differing personalities here in this scene!

Alida (01:36, 18 September 2015 (PDT)) said...

Yeah... I think Ed's finding out more about disillusionment and disenchantment...and what those can drive a person towards. Like Jo said, though: good seeing her take a firm stand. R'hin could drive even a mindhealer around the bend! ;D

Tela (11:27, 19 September 2015 (PDT)) said...

"Was that the point of having Telavi purposefully trying to irritate me over the fact that I didn't end up in the one place I cared to land?"

omg, so that's what was bugging Edyis! I had no idea! That really was real interest of Tela's. ;D

Edyis (11:36, 19 September 2015 (PDT)) said...

Stuck is not a word Ed likes. Ever. XD

Tela (11:55, 19 September 2015 (PDT)) said...

'Stuck' is a horrible horrible word. D: