Logs:Unequal Footing
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| RL Date: 24 February, 2016 |
| Who: Farideh, Jocelyn |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: The friction continues between High Reaches' goldriders. |
| Where: Council Chambers, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 9, Month 2, Turn 40 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Irianke/Mentions, Leova/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Backdated. |
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| Snow has never been at the top of Farideh's most loved things, and it likely doesn't come as a shock that she's been spending most of her time indoors when allowed. It's in the council chamber that she's been ensconced for half the day, and it's there that she summons Jocelyn towards the early part of the evening. She's patiently waiting -- signing lines and skimming records -- with a glass and full decanter of wine at the ready. Although the weyrlings of Roszadyth's first clutch are just a stone's throw away from taking their place among the not-so fighting wings during the interval, Jocelyn's day-to-day is already not entirely unlike what it will be soon enough. Prompt and precise, even in her best humor, she's been almost painfully so in their encounters since the goldriders' trip to Nabol, and this evening hardly seems different. It isn't a long wait for her to march into the chamber, to round the table and settle on the edge of the chair a respectful two places down from Farideh that she's been taking during meetings. "Farideh." Polite, even and - weary. Pale eyes glance dispassionately toward the wine, then lift a look to the younger woman. "You wanted to see me." Never mind if it's a relatively usual occurrence; she waits. Hazel eyes flick up from their scouring of old records and yellowed pages to note the older woman's entrance, but quickly lower again. "I wanted to hear about your dragonhealing lesson with Leova. I assume it went well?" Farideh asks, head tipping to the side as she scratches something off with a flick of her wrist. She gives the page a lingering stare and then, finally, sets her pen down and relaxes against the chair cushions; now Jocelyn has her undivided attention. "It was more of an impromptu assist than a scheduled lesson, " Jocelyn points out, arms folding onto the table before her. "Aidavanth pulled me out of the lower caverns to tell me that someone needed help in the air. She went to work, exercised her will to keep him calm and got him safely down to one of the unoccupied weyrs. I went up with Leova and assisted as much as she permitted me." It's a neutral enough recitation, as neutral as the expression she wears when it's finished. "Dathath will need some time to heal, but he'll be fine." There's a slight, upward lift to the corners of her mouth afterward; she, no doubt, enjoyed this first, major application of her studies with Vrianth's. "That was kind of Aidavanth. Very kind." It's the intensity of Farideh's study of the other woman that belies her simple words, but then she's pushing on with a flourish of her hand. "Did she find it hard? Did you? I think I had at least five lessons on gold influence before it finally sunk in how to actually do it," she admits, however embellished that might be. "There may come a day when you'll need it on a broader scale, so it's good to be able to actually practice beforehand without-- you know, how they say, needlessly force your will on others." "She might be better at it than I ever would in her proverbial shoes, " Jocelyn replies frankly, staring right back at Farideh - or perhaps she's just giving the section of wall somewhere behind her a solid look-over. "I stayed with her as much as I could during the process so that we were using it together, but the encouragement and the - praise were entirely hers. They were apparently effective." There's a momentary purse of her lips for the weyrwoman's last, a frown that draws her brows downward for its duration. "Right. I imagine the application is much the same, only stretched thinner to cover more. I'd prefer to not have to find out any time soon." "I am pleased to hear that, somewhat relieved if I'm being honest. It's better for us now, but there was a time," which she doesn't specify, "when Roszadyth wasn't very good at it. Not good enough to do the task that was set before us. Unfortunately." Farideh's smile is self-serving, and there's no humor in her eyes whatsoever, but at least it seems it's pointed in someone else's direction this time. "No. I'd also prefer it not be needed, either. Are you excited to graduate? I know your duties won't be as different from weyrlinghood as the others-- perks of the dragon. Still, is there anything you look forward to? Dread? Last thoughts before it's all over?" There's a small, upward turn of Jocelyn's mouth, more wry curve than a true smile of any sort. "As you've said, time and ethical practice seem to be the keys." There's a weightiness to her gaze that transfers to her posture, the careful lift of her chin. "Perhaps you'll understand when I say that I'm looking forward to and dreading the knot in equal measure." And yet, "Despite all of that, I'm ready to put what Aidavanth and I have been studying for the past turn to good use. To work." There's a pause at the prompt for final thoughts, then, measuredly: "I'm looking forward to working with you on equal footing. I trust we'll both do what's best for High Reaches." It's not so careful, the uplift of Farideh's brow and the shifting of her body, angled more towards the other woman. "Equal footing? How do you imagine?" Is Farideh's reaction the one Jocelyn expected? In either case, her neutral enough look arranges itself into a more patient one. "We'll both be weyrwomen since I'll no longer be under Quinlys's jurisdiction, naturally." Pale eyes consider the younger woman afterward. Matter-of-factly, "And if Irianke were here, we'd both be answering to her." For the first time, Farideh looks amused, though it's a short-lived sentiment. "You're right, if Irianke was here we'd both be answering to her. But she isn't here and she made me her stand-in, acting in her stead, with K'del's guidance. When she returns, we will once again, be on equal footing," but not now, she implies. Jocelyn almost, almost looks impressed in the seconds following Farideh's response, but that smooths away into politeness quickly enough. "I'm sure his experience must be helpful. You went through this relatively recently, " more recently than their absent senior queenrider, at any rate. "As I'm to fall under your jurisdiction soon enough, " her lips quirk briefly for that, "I will assume that your expectations of me will remain largely unchanged - unless, of course, you tell me otherwise in the coming sevens." And Farideh, by increments, looks less and less impressed. "It does not take a genius, or twenty turns of experience, to realize sometimes we must keep our mouths shut," she says, fluidly. "I do expect you to continue learning. Weyrlinghood isn't the end of it, yet. You might benefit from a little extra tutelage at faking it and not remonstrating needlessly-- perhaps you should go to a few more gathers, or attend a ball, or harper lessons," sounds practically scintillating, right? "We should utilize your talents beyond the stores. Don't you think?" "Irianke's training, what parts she was here for, had me interfacing with the healers regularly during and immediately after the plague. I'll attend whatever you deem necessary if you feel it'll benefit us both in the future. Weyrwoman." That last, although a respectful enough address, is flat as the redhead gets to her feet, and Jocelyn's expression shutters. "I don't intend to take up unnecessary minutes from your evening. If there isn't anything else?" Farideh's mouth forms an easily-seen-through o of surprise as the other woman rises, but her face quickly creases into a smile. "I think we're quite done here." She gives her hair a pat and Jocelyn a perfunctory, dismissive wave of her hand. "Enjoy your evening, Jocelyn," but she's already refocusing on the paperwork at the ready. |
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