Logs:The Boll Dilemma
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| RL Date: 24 September, 2015 |
| Who: Hattie, E'dre |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Weyrleaders consider the Boll situation, not that either are really in the mood to. |
| Where: Sanctuary, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 11, Month 11, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Jenilynn/Mentions, Lilah/Mentions, X'vin/Mentions, N'muir/Mentions |
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| After Boll and... Boll, the necessary duties have been dispensed and Hattie has fled from family, staff and wingmates all to a quieter corner of the Weyr where she might not immediately be discovered. Elaruth is missing from her ledge, and thus is no indication of whether or not the Weyrwoman is at home, which might buy her enough time to spend alone and compose herself before facing the world again. Up into the bowl wall, she's gone, through the solarium and into the sanctuary, where she's not barricaded the door, but dismissed the baker girl and is currently sat at one of the tables furthest from the entryway, mugs of both whiskey and tea sat before her, each half-empty. It was that dismissed baker girl that discloses Hattie's location to E'dre when he begins to make his inquiries of staff members to the location of the Weyrwoman. He makes his way into the sanctuary with a clipped pace that only slows when his eyes fall on Hattie. He slides into a chair near to her own and levels a glance at her two mugs before he swings his gaze back up to her. "I'm sure you don't want to see me," he begins, shrugging as he slouches back in the chair. "So, I apologize for my coming. But," he holds up a hand, in an attempt to stall her from either throwing a mug or a glare his way, "I wanted to let you know I'll handle the rest of the Boll dilemma. I would rather you focus on other things." "You mean you think I'm too fragile to handle it," Hattie says lowly, decision made when she lifts the mug of whiskey and takes a slow drink. "I'll keep house while you deal with the nasty men who tried to take our tithe?" There's no hiding the mockery in her voice. "I had my knife at a man's throat earlier today," she declares bitterly. "And you think I can't cope?" More of the drink now, but she sets the mug back down. "Maybe you should be more concerned that Flint was at Boll since Faranth knows when, saying Faranth knows what..." She shrugs, sharp. "I've asked for a meeting with Jenilynn, regardless. Both of us." "If I thought you were too fragile to handle it," E'dre replies with sharpness, "I'd have gone to N'muir and had him tell you." He shakes his head and tosses his hand through his hair in an aggravated gesture. "All X'vin is doing with his continued involvement with the Holds and his attempts to circumvent my knowing that he's doing it is proving a point I'm not interested in. When he does something blatant enough I'll publically reprimand him. For now it's best I wait." He steeples his fingers together and rests them against the flat of his stomach as he returns a sour glance to Hattie. "So she can lie to us about who those people were? Sounds perfect." "Because I'm really more likely to do as he tells me?" Hattie questions with misplaced defiance. "Or would you just rather he was in the line of fire?" She shakes her head and mutters, "I'm not bringing this back to him, and if you say anything to him about today, I will never forgive you." Not that that might mean much at all, even the way she says it. Her lips curl in a silent snarl as she regards E'dre. "If you're going to be childish about it and accuse her the moment you set foot in the Hold, I'll go with someone else." Try as she might, she can't quite keep her voice from shaking. "Until the tithe guards either start selling each other out or pointing fingers, we don't know who is innocent of anything. She's done better by us than her grandfather ever did." "No, because he'd be better equipped to handle the backlash," E'dre replies, noting her defiance with a smirk. His smirk wavers and then disappears at her next round of words and he heaves a sigh as he lets his gaze wander from Hattie. "Very well," he tells her, "You could bring X'vin," he counters, irritation clear as his brows twitch and he swings a glance back to her. "Jenilynn has never treated me poorly and I don't plan on giving her reason to do so now." He nods her head at the mention of the guards and then rubs at his jaw briefly. "I'm going to throw them in the cells by tomorrow if they don't come up with satisfactory answers." Hattie favours that response with an obscene utterance that she doesn't bother lowering her voice to deliver. "He's probably in on it," she declares with not quite enough sarcasm to pass it off as a less than serious thought. "Why else make sure Flint was at the Hold? The last time riders were so eager to be at Boll..." But she can't finish that and gets to her feet just to put some distance between herself and anyone. "Do what you want with them," she says roughly. "I can't say that I care what happens to them at this point. I might manage to care that the Lady gets the innocent back sooner or later, some day near, but not now." "He probably is," E'dre agrees with fervor as he shakes his head and takes both hands to scrub back through his hair. He watches Hattie rise and notices her growing agitation with a slight nod. "Very well," he tells her, "I'll do as I see fit. When I see fit to do it. They can wait, innocent or not, the decisions we have to make on the ones we've caught don't involve death. I don't care to cater to their Holder sensibilities and give them lush accommodations so they feel comfortable here." He considers Hattie for a moment more and then asks, "Do you think I should do something more extreme with X'vin? I could ground his entire wing if I wanted. I don't know which action I should take for fear of taking too extreme of one." "I think if you keep letting him do as he pleases, you're going to have something far worse on your hands sooner or later." Hattie knots her arms low around her middle and leans against one of the tables near her. "I was willing to give his dragon the benefit of the doubt, but he even managed to piss off Elaruth, and she loves everyone." She wrinkles her nose. "X'vin owes me a bottle of whiskey, actually," she says under her breath. "I intend to keep playing dumb to what he's doing, but he's soon going to know more about what's going on in our territory than you do, if you don't give him something else to do. He could easily be kept busy enough, without going so far as grounding without evident 'reason'." "I could make him personally guard these idiots, but I don't want to give him that access either," E'dre grinds out, "We could send Flint on the most hunting trips but that still gives them access outside of the Weyr." He scrubs his hands through his hair in aggravation and lets out a sound near to a growl. "Why Lilah let him transfer here in the first place and give him so much without proving himself to be of Fort." He drops his hands to his knees and blows out a breath loudly through his nose. "But now it's my problem." He shakes his head and looks to her, "You have enough things to handle. I should let you be," he adds, looking to her two mugs. "And you should find N'muir. Perhaps you two can go and take a short break for the evening." "No," Hattie agrees. "I think the last things we need right now is giving him the opportunity to collude with them." For just a moment, it seems like she might be inching her way towards relaxing again, but it's E'dre's last suggestion that has her drawing back into herself in more ways than one, spine straightening as she shifts away from the table and unknots her arms. "I'm fine," she states all too crisply. "I will not be his burden to bear again." She lingers a moment more, staring at him like she might add something more, but before she can soften or crack, the Weyrwoman turns away and all but stalks her way from the room. "I didn't mean it as if he needed to help you, I meant it so you could have some time to yourself with someone you love," E'dre throws after the Weyrwoman as she makes her move towards the door. He leans forward, snatching that mug of whiskey and he downs whatever remains before he rises himself. He gathers her other discarded mug in his arms and moves to the counter where a tray is set to place dirty items on. He sets these down carefully and then looks around the room one last time before he heads out to face the rest of his day. |
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