Logs:The Hot Topic
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| RL Date: 3 September, 2013 |
| Who: Rasavyth, K'zin, Aishani, Iesaryth, Alida |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After news of Aishani's delivery of Lady Ienavi to Healer gets around the grapevine, K'zin has some questions, and apparently so does Alida. Many things are noticed, or unnoticed, but it's hard to tell when everyone's playing the game. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 13, Month 9, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, C'wlin/Mentions, Euan/Mentions, Hattie/Mentions, Huelet/Mentions, Ienavi/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, Madilla/Mentions, Rone/Mentions, Tevrane/Mentions, Ustelan/Mentions, Vienne/Mentions |
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| Ooze-crested waves shimmer as they reach for Iesaryth's deep-watered mind. « My queen! » As ever when he reaches for her, there's an edge of contained excitement. He never reaches without legitimate purpose, but for so keen a mind as Iesaryth it might be impossible not to catch the quiet relish this clever bronze has for exchanges with her. « My K'zin wishes to ask your Aishani questions. » This, by now, shouldn't be an unfamiliar request. « He harbors concerns for the Lady Ienavi. » Most dragons probably wouldn't bother with the names of Holders, but this bronze? It's almost like he's saying the name of a character from a favorite Harper tale or ballad. (To Iesaryth from Rasavyth) It's quite difficult for Iesaryth to be bothered by conversation, even when the rather relaxed queen is dozing, so Rasavyth's shimmery waves are met with sunny mirror in her own, seafoam cresting them, salty breezes light and crisp. Beneath the waves, there's always more going on, but on the surface, there's only that shine. « Rasavyth. » She's warm enough for the bronze, always inclined toward the quicker minds and cleverer of dragons, but she's amused at the request and the cadence of the Lady's name both. « Concerns, » is echoed in a very Shani-like way. « She has expected some questions. She will speak with yours. » The Snowasis is imaged, in its autumn colors now, warm and dry of mud. (To Rasavyth from Iesaryth) Though Rasavyth surely harbors curiosity for what the depth contain, with Iesaryth he'd not be so disrespectful as to try to dive where he is not invited. Besides, the sunny mirror is just so pleasing. His reflection of it isn't an over-reaction, but it's perhaps a touch brighter and a touch warmer than what she's directing to him. He means for a perfect, complimentary replica, but-- well, it's hard to contain his not-as-secret-as-he'd-doubtless-like delight. « Our gratitude. He is nearby and will be there momentarily. » (To Iesaryth from Rasavyth) Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor, and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook. Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern.
The words surface through Rasavyth's reflected and ooze-laden waters like a sea serpent arching a sinuous back, secret coming to light before vanishing again: « This time, we are both equally interested. » If dragons could dramatically eyebrow wiggle, Rasavyth probably would to add emphasis to this togetherness. If K'zin notices the belt knife as he zigzags through the path of least resistance to meet her, his expression doesn't let on. He slides into the booth opposite the goldrider, not asking for permission since he's expected. He's conveniently in time to place a drink order, which happens before he even offers, "Afternoon, Aishani." He leaves the titles out of it this time, since that just didn't go well the last time they ran into each other here. "Are you and Iesaryth well?" He inquires it politely, but there's a certain restrained edge of energy in the way his frame is situated, leaning back on the booth's bench. It's the kind of energy that happens when one is really interested in something specific but is trying to conform to social niceties and expectations before zeroing in. There's an undercurrent of seriousness below the sunny amusement as Iesaryth notes, « That must be nice, for once. » Not that the gold is aware of any issues, but it doesn't take much to put K'zin and Rasavyth together and figure that their aims must not mesh all the time, any more than Iesaryth's discomfort (and lack of skill) with lies must mesh with her rider's... skill set. And it is good timing, with the server just finished with Aishani; he flashes K'zin a smile and heads off for the drinks. The goldrider is polite, but not hugely into niceties, fortunately -- so though there's a brightness to dark eyes at that restrained energy and interest, she doesn't draw it out. She could, but; "Good afternoon, K'zin. Well enough. Concerned about various situations, as I'm sure you and Rasavyth are?" There's an arch of fine eyebrows, questioning. « It is. » Rasavyth agrees, then a slip of the serpent breaks the surface, « Only, 'for once' is no longer fitting. » She may not have known of the previous divide, but he's too please not to share that they have grown together, he offers the sensation of unity and understanding, imperfect, but better. Much better. « Truthfully, I owe your Aishani thanks. Though there was a time I thought perhaps I wouldn't. That it might be a breaking instead of a making. » Of partnership or togetherness. This last comes with a sense of lazy musing. "Yes." Well, that's a relief to K'zin. No need to stray too far from the reason for the meeting. "I heard you delivered Lady Ienavi to Healer." He starts, canting his head slightly in a way that asks without words: true? Bemused, « I can pass that on, if you like. It is good that you are better. » Iesaryth has flashes of things being not right with other pairs; the sense of metal and distance, even briefer moments before letting them float away off into the horizon. Better to be close. The server returns with drinks just after the question, saving Aishani from answering right away -- it's only after they're delivered and she's taken up hers with long fingers that she allows, "I did." There's a sip, and it seems that might be all she says, but: "The Lady is close to her due date and will require Healer care when she gives birth." And who has better? « If a convenient moment presents itself, by all means. » Rasavyth's answer is touched with a hint of ambivalence. « Tacuseth's Jo is also owed thanks for her help, but I confess I'm concerned that if I thank her, her ego might become too cumbersome for poor Tacuseth, strong as he may be. » His tenor is colored with teasing and amusement as well as respect and even a hint of affection toward the blue pairing. K'zin's brows draw together in thought and he simply nods after a moment. "They do have guards for her, don't they?" A single brow raises in inquiry, some degree of concern showing on his face, slight though it might seem. There is a sparkle on the waves for Tacuseth's rider, Iesaryth's own appreciation for the pair. « They are loyal. » That is rare in the gold's opinion, and to be valued. There's more there, but nothing to be spoken or sensed, just the impression of deeper ties. As for her rider, Aishani takes another drink before setting her glass down and nodding. "There are guards, and I imagine they have them for her. The seriousness of the situation has been impressed upon the Hall, I assure you." There's a moment before she adds, sharp gaze on K'zin's expression, "I would also imagine that some of her blood family would want to be with her as soon as possible, given she's been missing and presumed harmed for some time." « They are many things. » Loyal among them, and all the Things seem to be accepted and appreciated by Rasavyth. There's a clear sense of connection there, though the exact nature of the connection, like the details of the deeper ties to Iesaryth's are hidden beneath his own depths. « Have you chanced to see the eggs yet? » This is conversational, no need to let the conversation die just because they've somehow inexplicably run out of things to say about Jo and Tacuseth (well, that each is willing to admit to, anyway). (To Iesaryth from Rasavyth) « Tacuseth's is a friend to mine. I am glad for that. » Probably because it's hard to see Iesaryth's rider have friends, as the common perception of friendship goes, but then, the same might be said for the bluerider in question. As for the eggs, there's an image of them from above, on flyover. « I have seen them, but I try not to look in often. Hraedhyth prefers not, much as Elaruth. » Her innate sense of propriety won't allow her to push it with either, even if she may think them overprotective at times. (Though Fort has had eggs stolen...) (To Rasavyth from Iesaryth) It's before the dinner rush, so things in Snowasis are far from vacant, but certainly more sedate than they will be in a short while. Aishani and K'zin are seated across from one another at one of the booths, a server just delivering the pair of ordered drinks. K'zin waits until the server's on his way before speaking again. "Good, then. The way I heard it, at least one of the Nabolese has practically a bounty on her head - or her child's." Maybe he's not telling Aishani anything she doesn't already know, and it sounds like gossip anyhow, but K'zin looks serious enough. "Lord Euan of Greenfields could probably use a lift to Healer if he's not been given one already, though I wonder about the implications. I'm curious, how did you come across the Lady wherever she was hidden?" Well, presumably hidden, since no one seemed to know where she was. A pre-dinner pair of drinks on an empty stomach will make Alida feel slightly buzzed, which is what she's jonesing for right now, the bluerider entering the Snowasis, and heading over towards the bar-proper. On her way over, she catches sight of Aishani first, green eyes instantly curious, intense. And then, with her shift in body after ordering her pair of whiskey-sours, K'zin is also noted at the same booth, and the blonde's lips thin. But there's potential information to be had, and she'll be damned to the red star if she lets personal problems interfere with information gathering...and so soon enough 'lida's striding over smoothly to the pair, and bobbing a slightly stiff head to both. Both hands hold a short glass of amber liquid, her voice holding just as much latent potency as the guard notes, "Couldn't help but hearin' the news on the grapevine. Mind if I join ya?" Her face holds a characteristic lack of expression, green eyes a wary curiosity. Aishani's just set her drink down, but her fingers are still atop the rim of the glass, as if she might need the fortification at any moment. Who knows. K'zin's news doesn't seem to be that much of a surprise, no, but she still arches fine brows anyway, before quietly, "That was the impression I got from Lady Ienavi. She was apparently concerned about just that even before the Lord passed. And really." Lips quirking, "If he hasn't found his way to Healer, perhaps you should offer him one. A single wingrider, not even a wingsecond... that could hardly hold implications. Might net one a favor or two, though." There's a flicker of dark eyes Alida's way as she approaches, and she tells the bronzerider over her glass, "I was contacted," before taking another drink. Afterward, her cultured tones lowered by the liquor, "Alida. Which news today?" Because it's likely the same thing they're talking about already, but... "I might yet," K'zin replies, though his expression, quite possibly because now Alida is at the end of the table, has turned smooth and unreadable. A simple nod for the goldrider's trio of words. He acknowledges the bluerider with a nod and lifts his glass to his lips, letting Aishani take the lead (and perhaps the whole communication train) with the blonde. Well, not being told 'no' is opening enough to a guard, and so Alida hopefully gets to join Aishani on her side of the booth, the blonde then noting in words that won't carry beyond them, "Ienavi." Beat, sip. "Glad she was found healthy. Possible heir in her, too..." the bluie mentions with a small raise of both brows. Since she wasn't near enough to overhear the two previously, "Anyone inform 'er brother at Greenfields, yet? He'll be relieved." Green eyes flick over to K'zin, then around the place at large before returning to their table, and finding Aishani again. Sip. "Where was she holin' up at? Must've been a decent cover place, given that 'er...detractors apparently never even got close." « They-- » Both dragon and rider, « -are counted among our friends. It might even be said among some of our closest and most valued. » Something that their riders have in common. This might be a first! « I understand the need for protection, but there is, perhaps, such a thing as too much in some cases. » But, then, he's never had eggs that belonged in part to him, so perhaps he would feel differently if he had some claim to them. With the addition of Ilicaeth's Alida, Rasavyth as more on the topic the riders have been addressing, « My K'zin wishes to know if your Aishani is aware of the army being raised at Nabol? » Rasavyth, too, is curious. (To Iesaryth from Rasavyth) "I would," Aishani tells K'zin, but then, the goldrider apparently went out of her way to transport Ienavi from wherever-she-was to the Healers, so that may just go without saying. She'll slide over to allow room for Alida, with only a brief glance for the bluerider. After finishing her glass with a quick, neat tip of it, "The Lady is the story of the day, and I'm not sure if anyone has. I didn't want to presume to spread the news myself." Not that she's regularly inclined to do so anyway. With a little shrug for the question, "I picked her up in the middle of nowhere, really. The only thing it was close to was Minercraft." Accepting, understanding, « It is their way. » It may not be Iesaryth's or Rasavyth's way, but it is theirs, and to be respected. It doesn't seem any more or less so because they are Seniors, but there is the sense of that there as well. As for Nabol... that has been something the queen has been considering. There's a splash of activity beneath the waves. « We have heard of this. The Healer... » Madilla, by the image. « Spoke of this, along with others. We are unsure whether an intervention to keep the peace would do so or not. What may be the spark to light the flame. » (To Rasavyth from Iesaryth) There's a nod from K'zin to Aishani which seems to indicate he'll take the words under advisement, but then his focus seems to be on his drink, which is being sipped with purpose. Apparently, he's disinclined to contribute to Alida's information gathering efforts, but he's not opposed to listening, since she's the one that joined them. Listening intently with slightly hooded eyes, Alida, bobs her pale head to Aishani, a faint smirk touching the bluerider's lips before she sips one drink again, then notes, "Bet he'd be more than thankful..." Shrug. With word of the Minecraft comes no outer response from the guard, her facile brain pinwheeling with thoughts that flow in a natural course all about that piece of information. After more sips and a pleased sigh at the burn of the alcohol in her gut comes the woman's murmured, "And now comes the whole, typical, ugly squabble uv succession." Eyeroll. "If he hasn't heard already?" Aishani wonders, lifting her empty glass delicately when she catches the server's eye. He waves, sure to be over soon. "It's difficult to tell how quickly these things get around, and where they go when. Does a Hold have an advantage over a Weyr when it comes to news from Healer or Harper?" Lifting her shoulders in a diffident shrug, she seems none too concerned, posing the question rhetorically. She's involved enough already. Though Alida's remark gets an arch of brows. "Now? It's already happening, yes? I'm just at the point where I'm hoping there's no bloodshed. Or--" A dark smirk. "Any thoughts of taking hostages over it. Is this typical? I'm given to understand usually it's more straightforward." And respect their way Rasavyth will. He's not even really meaning to judge it, simply making observation. Nabol holds considerably more interest for him than the behavior of golds about their eggs, « We are likewise unsure, » About intervention, at least directly, « However, we do feel certain that doing nothing is not the answer. » (To Iesaryth from Rasavyth) Considering this, Iesaryth allows the sea breezes to blow softly before, « It is difficult. Even the matter of the tithe is difficult, should one contender choose to tie it to the Weyr's 'support', when the Weyr is not meant to be involved in the Hold, nor the Hold in the Weyr. » That last is the most important, not giving them any reason to think they have any more control than they already do over the Weyr. The gold has brief images of the tithe deliveries last turn, of the Holder's games. « It seems, however, that the Holders themselves do not wish to intervene. And that there may be an... incident. » (To Rasavyth from Iesaryth) "Lord Ustelan was rather unusually prolific and apparently not as 'with it' with future planning as some might hope." K'zin murmurs, his tone touched with amusement. His glass returns to the tabletop empty, but his eyes focus on it and fingers toy with the sides, turning it slowly, one way and then the other. "Yeah, could be old news..." Alida allows, though she doesn't necessarily believe such...the blonde remaining neutral. As for Hold advantage... "Not necessarily. Depends on a lotta' factors...many uv' 'em not terribly controllable." Pause. "Though, I could see Fort Hold, 'n maybe next Fort Weyr bein' the next logical links in the evolvin' gossip chain." As for that inquiry, the bluie chortles darkly, then exhales lightly. "There's a major Hold up fer grabs an' at least two potential inheritors. Given Ustelan didn't see fit ta..." Ah, K'zin's answering that, and such makes the woman smirk thinly, "Well, with the atmosphere hangin' around there, I'd almost bet there's gonna be blood drawn in some fashion, some time...if it ain't already been." Typical? "Yer askin' the wrong person, my good weyrwoman. I kept as far away from the Bloods as possible, back at Pars. Holders're even more crazy than Weyrfolk." Smirk, brow-waggle. "Which, uv course, means that I'm as crazy as a latrine spinner." « What calculating Holder wouldn't prefer a major Holding in chaos? All the easier for one's agents and allies to position themselves to one's benefit. » The first is asked rather rhetorically. Rasavyth obviously has some understanding of the political games played by the Holds (and those within the Weyr, for that matter). For a moment, a complicated, many-tiered dragonchess board is conjured pieces moving in a serene fashion, knocking pawns out of the game and claiming territory, though it's ghostly platforms sinks beneath the waves soon enough. (To Iesaryth from Rasavyth) When the server comes, Aishani gives Alida an apologetic smile as she reaches over to trade her glass in for a fresh one, then points K'zin's way, one-fingered. "Unless rumors he made a decision late in life are true, but the only apparent witness to that is missing and presumed... harmed at the very least. Though it's possible he too is in hiding." She doesn't sound like she thinks it likely, but it is possible. "And bloodshed would not be terribly productive, and certainly wouldn't get us our tithe by winter. I do hope there's something that turns up to put it to rest." With a shrug the bluerider's way as she sits back, glass in hand, "I thought most that grew up in a Hold might have a better idea than I might." Perhaps she should just look it up. To Rasavyth, Iesaryth has to admit, « Chaos covers much, and allows much advantage to be taken. » Anything official, however... « Other Holds may enjoy the opportunity but resent the Weyr for taking the same. Violence should be avoided. But carefully. » Perhaps this is a matter of plausible deniability, as they say. The amusement that briefly touches on the bronzerider's face at the bluerider's declaration of her sanity isn't-- entirely kind, but it's brief and then gone. K'zin surrenders his empty glass to the server's tray, but will have to wait until the man comes back to get a fresh one of his own, a nod to the server indicating silently that a second is desired. "What witness?" If the bronzerider had information about this particular rumor, he's playing dumb. Maybe he really didn't know. Though there's a certain look that suggests he knows more than he's saying about people in hiding. "'S'cuse me..." Alida murmurs politely to Aishani's look as the other woman leans over to get her next drink, the bluerider leaning back to make it easier on both server and served. "Difficult ta' know what, who ta' believe, under these circumstances." As for that poor Harper whose fate is unclear, "If 'e's alive, ya'd hope that he was able ta' get word out ta' 'is betters, by now." K'zin's somewhat unkind expression at 'lida's self-depreciating humor finds her donning an expression of open snark to his inquiry, the bluie rolling her eyes and then allowing her own moue of lips to fade, as well. A final sip from her first glass finishes the drink, the empty then exchanged for her second full. "Bloodshed's rarely productive, but it happens, anyway." Headshake, snert. "Someone...oneS want something bad enough, it's even possible." Mention of another possible thin winter brings a wrinkle to the bluie's nose, a sigh. Again to 'Shani, "Well, let's just say that Holders try ta keep a game face on, like enough other people, but that shit c'n sure get nasty if the topic uv 'who comes first' ever has ta come up. From the little I saw, they try ta handle it with as little fanfare 'n gore as possible." But... addends the guard's blackly humored, wry expression...there's always unusual circumstances. A shrug is followed by a good pair of sips taken. If Aishani saw that brief amusement of K'zin's, she doesn't show it, hiding her expression in the depths of her drink for now. Holding the glass in one hand as she crosses her arms, she says, "I've heard that the Harper posted to Nabol was murdered. He's definitely missing. As I said, could be in hiding, but if he knew something someone would rather not become official..." She trails off, loosing a free hand to draw a finger across her throat. Pleasant! "In terms of 'who comes first', the argument, I believe, is the eldest son might just cause another succession battle in a few turns, old as he is." Alida's snarky look doesn't appear to have made it into K'zin's awareness, with his eyes being settled on the goldrider. Did he even hear Alida's words? Maybe. But it's not to her words that his simple syllable replies, "Huh." Information is received. Briefly, it looks as though he might say more, but then his fingers of his right hand just drum on the tabletop idly, perhaps drawing some small amount of attention to his bruised knuckles. To Iesaryth, Rasavyth seems to be in full agreement about all the gold has to say. « Politics are ever an area where deft hands are the best, unless it serves to create a distraction with those who are less so. » The bronze is apparently not above using others to get the job that needs doing done. Alida remains silent through Aishani's next words, the blonde listening intently to the other woman while she observes K'zin's reactions, his habits and person with a coolly dispassionate, keen eye. Bruises, drumming, check. No breaks in those digits of his, apparently, or he'd be in agony doing that. The motion of the weyrwoman's finger does draw her attention for a moment, however, the guard nodding once, twisting her lips. "Yeah, it's usually eldest son. But I've overheard a few instances uv others, over the turns. A few holds want the most competent Blood in the position, some want the oldest whoever. Some spare others just want Blood, period." A few more deep draughts are knocked back, leaving only another bare sip at the bottom of her glass. Dark sharp gaze might flicker to the drumming fingers, but well-- such things are not entirely unusual around High Reaches. Aishani takes her time with this drink, content to slouch with it, arms folded again. "There's no shortage of potential heirs. Honestly, it would be best if there were procedures for this sort of thing. The Council should likewise have them in case of situations like... well. All of our recent ones." There's a wry smile. "Though if they had such things, I suppose I wouldn't have managed to get one over on K'del, and that would have been a tragedy indeed." « Indeed. And sometimes an area where it is best to not be seen to influence or even aware of influence, even if it is for the greater good? » Iesaryth is thoughtful. Using others to get thing done is fine, as is getting those things done under the radar, as it were. Quite as if it's incidental, but confidentially, « She believes the Lady. » (To Rasavyth from Iesaryth) "There are fine lines between Council jurisdiction and autonomy," K'zin observes, "Might be that some would find such systems an intrusion on the latter." And Faranth forbid a Lord or Lady not be able to do whatever they want. The server arrives back with K'zin's fresh drink, which he takes, already having palmed enough marks to pay for his drinks and Aishani's which are slipped onto the tray, casually. This drink is drained in a trio of large swallows. It's the kind of knocking back that indicates a prelude to a departure, and indeed he starts to slide off the bench and stand. "Aishani, it's been unusually pleasant. My thanks." Which isn't to say that their previous talks haven't been 'pleasant' but this one didn't end with him running away, freaking out, or disgruntled. So, better! "Perhaps we'll do it again," Sooner rather than later. To the blonde, "Alida," Beat. "As always." Does he need to say it? Or does the pointedly political smile deliver the rest of the message well enough? And he's off, heading for the bowl. It is a telling habit of K'zin's, but Alida doesn't see fit to inform him of such. Not anymore. As for Aishani, "Nope...which makes the potential fer ugliness at least a little more possible. Lots'a squabblin c'n lead ta flarin' tempers...even under the table plans." Beat. "Or it could all just turn out fine." Obviously Alida doesn't believe her own last observance, and so says her momentary sliver of a hard smirk...which alters into a low chortle for her mention of K'del. Those marks K'zin hands over are notes by the faintest flick of green eyes, Alida then lifting her own glass, draining it, and then smiling almost warmly to Aishani. "Ilicaeth calls. Thanks, 'Shani. Give Iesaryth my duties." K'zin's own departing words, and his (to her) patently false smile earn him nothing but a hint of a dark flash in green eyes and nothing but a flat, unreadable expression as she too heads towards the Bowl...at his back. « Yes. » Rasavyth's agreement is quietly emphatic. « There are those times too. Some of them are upon us, I think. » Nabol, for instance, or some parts of it. « Perhaps another Harper could track down the missing one without raising as much suspicion. » As much suspicion as any ol' 'Reaches rider. « Athimeroth's C'wlin, or Oswinth's Vienne, perhaps. » This is suggested thoughtfully. To Rasavyth, however, it seems to matter less who is to be believed and more who offers the greatest benefit to their home. The sense is that it's obvious to K'zin and himself that the would-be heir raising an army is not a good choice. Too pushy, he feels. Perhaps the secluded Tevrane, though her sympathies are unknown to him. Seeing her is not something he and his could manage without making waves. But Iesaryth's Aishani perhaps could. The advantage, he sees, in Tevrane is that she is grown already, where there might be many things to sway the young heir Ienavi is to bear - if it is born healthy after all the excitement she's surely been through. None of these things are in words, but he shares, with perhaps surprising openness, his thoughts and feelings on these things with his queen as he mightn't with others. After all, she's always understood him better than most. (To Iesaryth from Rasavyth) There's only a trace of a smirk from the goldrider for both of them, slightly wider for 'unusually'; Aishani tilts her glass to K'zin and Alida in turn, noting, "Harper Hall has particular interest in finding their man, by the by. If you're interested. Or you hear anything. Enjoy your afternoon." She's got nothing better to do right now than take up a whole booth on her lonesome and linger over her drink thoughtfully. « She says you and yours should perhaps convey the Lady's brother to help ensure her safety. » Iesaryth is in favor of this as well; there's a sense of gratitude there that's not quite her rider's, the idea that perhaps they should look into that themselves as well. As for the Harper, « That is a good thought. Oswinth cannot fly long, but his rider is bright. With Athimeroth's, perhaps. » She and hers could look into the others, and may but-- « There is a relationship with the Lady. Perhaps you and yours may investigate, see what you think. We may look into the other options. » Armyless ones. (To Rasavyth from Iesaryth) To Iesaryth, Rasavyth acquiesces. Really, they'd had the thought to do so themselves anyway, but that they both think it's the case seals the deal. « We shall endeavor to do so. Quietly. » A pause, « You and your Aishani do not believe he is one who could have been manipulated to be a danger to the Lady Ienavi? » Stranger things have happened in families. « We shall attempt to understand the Lady Ienavi better. Perhaps by conveying lord Euan we shall be granted some degree of access. » Even if he thinks this would be a gross miscalculation on the part of the guards at healer, the sentiment is: if it works... take advantage. There's a moment of thought, perhaps discussion, before: « The Lady did not believe so. He would not gain much from doing so, unless he was promised much. A great deal. » Iesaryth can allow that stranger things have happened, but Rasavyth can observe him when he is given the news? If it is truly news, his reactions will be unguarded. « If you and yours can befriend the Lady's brother, I am sure you may be allowed access, even if it is guarded. » She hopes it is! (To Rasavyth from Iesaryth) To Iesaryth, Rasavyth considers this, drawing the information down from the surface of his reflected ocean like bits of bread getting nabbed by the fishies below. « We shall see what we can accomplish. » He resolves after some moments. « I am sure we will have cause to speak again about this soon. » Which... well, delights him. It's extra delightful to find another dragon for whom these things are of interest! There's the briefest echo of something... something hidden that can be seen out of the corner of the eye. Little invisible oozy hearts that float skyward? Oh, Rasavyth. |
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K'del (K'del (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 04 Sep 2013 03:18:10 GMT.
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This was awesome, guys. So much by way of politics and intrigue~
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