Logs:Temper
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| RL Date: 28 November, 2011 |
| Who: E'gin, K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: E'gin wants advice. K'del loses his temper. |
| Where: K'del's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 10, Month 5, Turn 27 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions |
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| K'del's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr Accessed via a narrow staircase from the Weyrleader's Complex, or from the broad, sunny ledge beyond, this weyr was clearly designed to be for one of the weyr's junior queens. Spacious, but not extravagant, it boasts a well-sized outer room, narrowing in front the well-sized dragon couch and ledge beyond. Much of this main room has been turned over to a couch and several chairs, which circle the hearth and the blue rug set down in front of it. There's a low table here, too, set in the middle of that rug: there are almost always papers spread out across it, some of them important, others more inclined towards the fingerpaintings created by small fingers. A tack-cupboard stands tidily behind the couch, keeping out of sight a rider's paraphenalia. Three low steps lead up onto a peculiar little landing, just large enough for the antique skybroom desk and set of shelves that have been placed there. Here, too, there are definite pointers to the lived-in state of the weyr: the desk could in no way be described as tidy. Behind the desk, a narrow passage leads in an inner set of chambers, made up of a sleeping cavern and a private bathing area. An oversized wooden sleigh bed fills much of the space, the mattress piled high with overstuffed down pillows and comforter, their covers dyed in varying shades of navy blue, light blue and bronze. There's a nightstand on either side, both with reading lamps, and against one of the other walls, a tall, heavy wardrobe made from a dark wood that matches the bed. The bathing area is part of the same cavern, a folding screen shielding the toilet and slightly raised, double-sized bathtub built into the stone, and a small shelf holding toiletries, shaving equipment, and clean towels. Darkness falls as Vysravth creeps into your consciouness, then faintly the rhythmic tickicking of a clock, « E'gin requests a moment of K'del's time if it is okay. » (Vysravth to Cadejoth) A shudder of chains; a clink of metal against metal. « He's at home; come in. » Cadejoth is not on his ledge: he's flying high, soaring above the weyr, but his rider, clearly, is. (Cadejoth to Vysravth) E'gin enters from the ledge, lingering by the entrance for a moment, "K'del? Cadejoth said this was an okay time..." He trails off, sure that the information has already been relaid. He's fresh off drills, his riding helmet tucked underneath an arm as he waits for permission to finish his entry into the weyr. Inside, there's no fire laid at the hearth, and K'del has his shoes off, enjoying the relative warmth of the spring afternoon. The Weyrleader is sitting at his desk, up on the little landing; as E'gin enters, he rises, taking a half step forward as he agrees, "Cadejoth mentioned. Come in, E'gin. What's up?" He takes the three steps down in a single bound, coming to a halt with one hand upon the couch. Grins easily as he is invited in, he crosses the rest of the way, his strides convey a purpose but his posture is otherwised relaxed. "I appreciate your time, weyrleader. I could just use a little advice." He smirks softly, "I was hoping you could help." Stopping at the end of the couch, his face settles into a more serious expression, "About the wings the weyrlings are shadowing..." Again, he is sure that some information, or at least rumors, have reached the weyrleader. K'del's expression is unreadable; as E'gin speaks, however, he tips his head towards the couch and chairs, crossing around the back of them so that he can settle himself into one of them, one hand resting on each arm-rest. "Regardless of what I've heard, E'gin, you'd better give me a complete appraisal." E'gin nods at the offering of a chair, seating himself across from K'del he takes a moment to form his answer to the question watching the weyrleader's face for some sign or emotion. Receiving no such indicators he starts, "One or two have just been rude. That I am unconcerned with." He pauses, his words carefully chosen, "Others refuse to let us shadow, either directly ignoring us (that is rare), or by changing schedules without telling us, moving places or otherwise simply not doing anything when we are around." The weyrlings wingleader is stern, but gives away no anger if there is any. "Shadowing seems important, not only to learn the wings but to learn how to be a full rider. If that is true, then I would think it isn't just deterimental to us, as weyrlings, but to the whole weyr." His brows pull together, and his jaw sets firmly. K'del certainly doesn't look pleased-- but he doesn't look surprised, either; again, it's difficult to read too much into his expression, though his hands on those arm-rests do tighten just slightly. "And what," he says, finally, "do you want me to do about it, E'gin?" "Huh?" E'gin looks surprised by the question, sitting up he shakes his head, "No...You misunderstood why I'm here." He offers a slight, grin, only oneside of his mouth curling up. "This is my problem, I know that, I was only hoping maybe you could offer me some advice." K'del doesn't answer the explanation, or give much indication at all of his understanding of that miscommunication; indeed, he's silent again, thoughtful, for several long seconds before he opens his mouth to respond. "No one can make them accept you, E'gin. You can try and talk to them. Or-- send Quinlys, if you think that might help. Ultimately, though, I don't know if there is a solution." "You...you don't..." The pauses, an attmped to control himself, cannot completely disguies a rising anger in E'gin, "What do you mean you don't know if there is a solution? What happens to your wings don't accept us?" Whatever anger was starting to show as been tucked away by the time he finishes his questions, "There has to be something that can be done, we belong here now." K'del sounds genuinely exasperated. "Like what?" he demands, his head shaking. He, too, is working hard to keep his temper from bubbling over; there's a certain clippedness to his tone. "Shall I bribe them to take you? Then you'll find yourself sidelined and ignored, even more than you are now. Shall I force the issue and bypass a Wingleader's authority? Can't force people to accept you. Can't force people to change their minds. All you can ever do is work to improve things." E'gin looks as exasperated as K'del sounds, but noting the tone of the weyrleaders voice he calms himself down, "I know you can't force them to accept us, but the reason that the weyrlings can function as a wing now is because we had exposure to one another, we got to know each other. If the wings won't let us shadow we'll never get that chance to have that exposure..." He frowns slightly, "I was hoping you had some ideas on how to help with that." Leveling his gaze on K'del, "Will the wings take the other weyrlings, or are they going to be ostracized because of us? Do you have any idea what you will do with us if they don't take us? A seperate wing? Kick us out?" There is almost a smirk at the last idea, though as he says it he clearly worries him as being a potential idea, "K'del, I don't mean to be... I just feel responsible for them." "Shells, E'gin." K'del looks faintly irritated, his brow furrowing. "For starters, these issues you're having? A couple of wings. A handful. Most of them have been perfectly fine with you; most people don't have a problem with any of you. You're not all going to end up wingless. Even if worst came to absolute worst, you'd end up in my wing." He stands, now, pacing, back and forth - back and forth. "It's not your problem. It may not even be a problem. Okay, so some of the wings won't let you shadow them - it's not ideal, but we'll deal with it. Like I said: I can't force people to do things. Send your Wingsecond to talk to them, or don't, but don't start spreading this idea that you're all going to get kicked out. It's not that bad." E'gin can do nothing but look quizzically at the irritated weyrleader, but whatever it is he is thinking he sets is jaw and says nothing else about the matter. Standing, he gathers his helmet from the floor next to his seat. "As long as we won't end up wingless, weyrleader." Giving the man a stiff formal salute, "I appreciate the help." He doesn't bother with goodbyes, but does pause to turn around as he exits to the ledge, "You know, I have always been an advocate for you, and for this place, I don't understand why you would think I would go spreading rumors and chaos." "And I don't know why you can't just worry about what's yours to worry about, and leave things that aren't a problem alone," says K'del, rather more snappily than he probably intends. It's only later, once the weyrling is gone, that he kicks the back of the couch in a gesture of frustration, finally leaning forward, bracing himself with both hands, to breath heavily, all closed-eyes and frustration. Sigh. |
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