Logs:Truth Among Lies
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| RL Date: 12 June, 2015 |
| Who: Eadgyd, Kaelige |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After the egg touching, Eadgyd and Kaelige have a chat. |
| Where: Classroom, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 22, Month 13, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Like it's trying to prove a point about winter bitterness, the weather is horrible today. Starting before daybreak, the wind piles up the clouds, which unleash a fury of driving snow and ice. The day is long and dark, and the night is hardly better as wind and snow combine in a blinding blizzard. |
| Mentions: Lilah/Mentions, Dee/Mentions, Paislie/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: This log occurs directly after First Thoughts |
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>---< Classroom, Fort Weyr(#2034RJs$) >--------------------------------------<
In the classroom, a solid wooden door keeps most of the noise from the
Commons at bay as well as any overflow noise from kids practicing their
Teaching Ballads. The whole back wall of the room is taken up by a massive
chalkboard, often covered with bits of grammar, math, and snippets of
music or poetry. Both side walls are lined with shelving that contains
kid-sized instruments, books, scrolls, stacks of practice slates and other
'school' supplies for the children to use for their lessons.
Rows of benches and desks fill up most of the room leading up to a massive
desk for the Weyr's teaching harper to use. Colorful drawings are pinned
up on the wall behind the desk and another chalkboard contains the week's
assignments. A precious globe of the planet Pern takes up the corner to
the right hand side of the desk beneath a moldering and somewhat
frightening stuffed feline's head. It's an incensed Eadgyd who grabs Kaelige's arm upon exiting the sands and uncerimoniously tugs him along behind her. There's no further explanation given and no attempt at conversation, just a very frustrated girl tugging an innocent (sort of?) bystander behind her at a fast clip. She pauses just inside the caverns, searching out a quiet place where they won't be disturbed. After a moment, there's another swift yank as she head for the classroom. Once inside she releases his arm, shoves the door shut behind them, and then abruptly whirls on him. "You!" Pointer finger is out and she attempts to jab him in the chest with it. "Why can't you keep your sharding mouth shut?" Kaelige has the tendency to linger places, but before he had the opportunity to be lost amidst the on-lookers and shadows of the gallery tiers to watch Eliyaveith tend the Touched still-soft eggs- and, of course, to absorb what further interaction insued between Lilah and her sister- he finds his wrist taken by the familiar short brunette. The initial yank which deters his previously planned path ears a brief surprised glance and, likely missed fleeting tensed set of his jaw in the second it took him to know not to counter with something significant. Their trip back towards the barracks and then the sudden change of direction into the class room, goes remarkably without complaint. The hooded teen is quiet, trailed along with a low-key smirk and bluegreen eyes that stare after the back of her head as she leads them both. As she releases him, he takes one step further as if still taken with the momentum that brought him in here, his back to her while she slams the door. He'd only turn eventually, only to find a finger pointing to his chest. Unfortunately (fortunately?) she doesn't find violence as her reward, but a grin. "I enjoy hearing myself talk." Is the sarcasm-laced reply, and apparently all she gets. "Yes, I'm well-aware of that!" The reply is nearly shouted, punctuated with sharp jabs of her finger. "Now I've almost got in trouble again and it's your fault." How? She doesn't offer that explanation, instead spinning away to stalk across the room. One foot is placed up against a bench, and she shoves hard to tip it over with a growl. "Why do I get shit for all of this? Dee walks around all day practically demanding that people be candidates, everyone's whining about that stupid sharding green, you're..." she gives a vague, furious wave up and down in his direction to indicate whatever he's meant to be, "You, and now it's my fault that girl can't take a suggestion." She stalks over to another bench, shoving that one as well. Kaelige waits, his patience one of his few redeeming qualities. A brow raises as she indicates him as whatever he might be, almost an innocent expression as if he just might be playing along. Not that that will help the situation. "You get shit for all of this because all this-" And he lifts a hand slightly to indicate the shoved-over bench, "Just like I do for being, well, amazing." He shrugs a single-shouldered shrug, evenly both awkward and cocky. Given his answer was partially honest and partially just pushing more buttons, he pauses as if he intends to leave it at that. But as she continues on, he chuckles darkly, taking a few paces to sort of follow her in her path of bench-abuse, "They whine because they're scared. And you have no fears, so of course nobody can understand you." In all the history of Pern, no eyes have ever been rolled as hard as Eadgyd rolls hers now. "You're not amazing," she snaps back in an accusatory tone, "You're a liar. Among other unsavory qualities." Although the words are dripping with something that sounds very much like loathing, the fact that she dragged him off to a room to vent her frustrations tells a different story. She kicks another bench, sending this one sliding into the next row of desks rather than tipping it over. And then she whirls on him, finger out to jab at his chest again. "Well I'm not going to sit around and turn into some kind of docile pet just so they can feel more comfortable," she spits, those pale eyes dangerously sharp. "Everyone wants me to be different and I won't bend to them." Jab, jab, jab. "Lies are easier for people to swallow." Kaelige answers easily, too easily. His calmness in the face of her rage is not all unlike their previous altercation, whether it further infuriates her or helps sate doesn't seem to matter. As she kicks over that last bench and then turn to jab a finger at him, she'll find him plenty close to do so. His blue green eyes drop to that finger and then back to her face. "You think," He takes a step forwards, whether that means he gets even closer to her or pushes her a step back depends utterly on her reaction, "They want to change you. I have a feeling they just want to be able to work with you. And usually," He chuckles darkly, lifting a hand to touch her hair if she stays close enough or to let his hand linger where she would have been if not, "Docile is hardly entertaining." That may bend more to the personal. "Only when they're willing to believe them," Eadgyd responds in turn. The edge is still there, cutting through her words, but at least the volume as dropped to something moderately more reasonable. As he takes that step forward, the curled sneer of anger falters for just a moment. Her gaze drops, eyeing the space between them and her escape route. But the problem with whirling so quickly, it seems, is that she hasn't put enough distance between herself and that shoved bench to step back without tripping over it. So she stands her ground instead, gritting her teeth and closing her eyes for just a moment as his hand brushes her hair. "They want to change me, trust me," she grinds out through clenched teeth. There's a deep breath and then her eyes open, still brimming with anger but less visible discomfort. "I'll never be docile." "You'd be surprised what people want to believe." Kaelige responds, looking at the hair he'd brushed, playing with it with a gloved finger. Eventually he'd stop, withdrawing that hand with slow intention. "Then you'll always be entertaining." He gives at her proclaimation, his head tilted every so slightly as he regards her rage-dripped expression. "Why do you think they want to change you? Just because you get in trouble for hurting little Paislie's feelings? Because you shoveled snow for wanting to disfigure this?" He smiles- perhaps smirks- a little wider, his words obviously indicating his handsomeness. "I'd say the last was well-earned." Surely, because messing up that face will be a loss to all of Pern. The blaze within her seems to have dimmed slightly, sated for the moment. The fire is far from out, but at least Eadgyd doesn't seem inclined to go shoving over any more benches. Of course, that might just be because Kaelige is far too close to her, and it's hard to keep her thoughts focused on anything but calculating avenues of escape should she need them. "I'm not people," she answers with a little jab of her chin to the air to punctuate the point. She half-turns away, her shoulder likely near enough to brush against him as she does. "I think it because they've always wanted to change me." Her lip curls with a hint of a snarl at the very thought. "My whole life, I-" Whatever honesty might have been in those words is cut off by that smile of his which she catches out of the corner of her eye. She turns back, lifting a hand to try to land a light, open-palmed slap upon his face. More of a scolding than an attack. "You laid a hand on me first, you deserved it." "Or they want to extend a hand to you." Kaelige suggests with some semblence of honesty though his seriousness is tainted with that grin, "You can try to elbow the whole Weyr out of your way, but that's not quite how this works." He leaves it vague as he considers her, curiosity following her as she starts to turn and divulge something of herself. Some tidbit that- The slap lands on his cheek, his face turned in the direction of momentum, eyes closed for that brief moment. But his own hand had reached up with rather shocking speed to attempt to grab her wrist before she can withdraw her strike. His head drops a bit after before he glances back up at her. And if he got ahold of her wrist, he'd pull her back towards him with it, placing that hand of hers on his chest with both of his. "I deserve a lot of things." He answers smoothly, "But I doubt you want blood on your hands. It gets pretty heavy." The suggestion of good intentions is dismissed with a scoff, and Eadgyd responds to rest with, "I wouldn't have to elbow them if they didn't insist on getting in my way, now would I?" There's a challenge in those words which is to some extent leveled at him. Although of the pair of them, she likely stands more in the way than he does. She winces as his hand closes around her wrist, silently berating herself for not having expected such a move. There's a bit of tugging on her part but it's half-hearted at best. Rather than focusing on his face - something she seems to struggle with in close proximity - her gaze fixes on his hands covering hers. "I've lived on my own," is her answer, gaze rising high enough to hit his chin, "You have no idea what I have on my hands. The blood might be there already." There's a little tilt of her head and a sharpening of her gaze, and then, "You've got heavy hands, then?" "You would cut a rope in half for hanging in front of your face even if it was your only way out of a cave." His hands keep her hand in place despite the half-hearted struggle. Give a lot of effort, he may let her go. But until she puts the effort in, he holds her in captive company. "No, I don't." Kaelige agrees, quieter, the grin smaller but the lines of it still defining his expression. "It's no small thing to live on your own." His voice is quiet, almost caring. Almost, but never fully. There's still that smugness to him that gives that slap all the more foundation for being well-deserved. "I doubt you'd threaten it so quickly if you knew the consequences." He doesn't seem to be talking about consequences of the Weyr's making, or any other overseeing authority. To her question, he allows no answer, just a searching of her face- and her eyes if she ever focuses upwards. "Then maybe it shouldn't have been hanging in front of my face." There's a not-so-subtle suggestion to the words which points them in his direction. Still, Eadgyd makes no attempt to deny the fact that he's correct in his assessment. Instead, she offers, "You'd probably be the one to abandon me in the cave." The token struggle she gives is just that; not enough to pull her arm free, and over quickly. Her gaze almost, almost lifts to his at the strange note to his tone, but it falters somewhere around his lips and drops once again to his hands. "I can take any scars that I make myself," is her quiet answer, colored with that stubbornness that she just can't seem to let go of. It's probably that same stubbornness that allows her to push that urge to duck her head aside, and finally lift her gaze to meet his. That searching look is almost enough to cause her to drop her eyes again imediately, but the muscles in her jaw tighten as she forces herself to meet his stare. Kaelige lets her speak, his gaze unwaveringly focused. And when she finally, finally looks up at him, the grin widens again. Quiet he stays as when she puts aside her reservations to look up at him, it seems to be the key to her release. She'll find her hand no longer clasped, and the hooded boy not putting so much pressure towards her. Her comment of scars gets a sidelong look as he begins to turn from her, not entirely dismissive but also not accepting. Her assumption of his actions aren't denied either as he steps away. When he reaches the door and pulls it open he adds over his shoulder, "At least I left the rope." For one, flickering moment, there's disappointment as her hands are released. It's gone only a blink after it appears to be replaced with relief, almost as though Eadgyd wasn't aware that it was even there. She slips her hand free and immediately crosses her arms, protecting her hands from further capture. Then she steps back, stumbling to a seat on the still upright bench. By the time anyone checks it again, the room will be in proper order again with no sign of unexpected guests. For now, though, Ead remains rooted to her seat. "The rope you knew I'd cut in half," she tells his retreating back, with words that are half a warning to herself. But at least he left the rope. |
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