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Bored Meeting; Tag Iradial's O'zen
Topic Started: Jan 21 2015, 03:40 PM (495 Views)
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Raisa had never regretted volunteering so dearly in her life. She had wondered at the other woman's reluctance, doubt shadowing her eagerness to pencil the meeting into an already packed schedule. But she'd done it, and now that the round table discussion had adjourned, she had her answers.

Bryn was possessed of uncanny wisdom, and never again. Gathering her supplies as Wingleaders hustled for afternoon practice, Raisa grunted a terse good-bye to the other Wingsecond on their way out the door. What time was it. She didn't want to know, those were candlemarks wasted on a discussion that'd gone nowhere.

Everyone is frustrated. The riders were not alone in their communications. Khorinth had spoken to a handful of the leading bronzes and berylliums, trading experiences and suggestions for the gamut of problems that came with the territory. They wove an intricate web, and today those strands pulled taut. The brown was alert on his ledge afterwards, uneasy and watching the weyrling lesson unfold in the Weyrbowl below as distraction.

No wonder. They'd covered embarrassingly little for the candlemarks they'd wasted on arguing. Formations and 'wing health' had never been so fiercely defended. The room had nearly cleared out at that point, a few stragglers hanging back to talk in hushed tones. Raisa rose stiffly, hides tucked under one arm as she turned - nearly running into O'zen.

"Wingleader!" Flustered at being caught off guard, she snapped to attention. She hadn't been in his wing for months now, but the call for orders was slow to die on the tongue she kept caged behind clenched teeth.

"How can I help you?"
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O'zen had been plenty vocal at the beginning of the meeting, as he so liked to be. However, as the candlemarks dragged on and the arguments grew circular and defied compromise, he found both his passion and his patience waning. His own arguments fizzled, their importance numbed by the passage of time. By the end of the meeting, the only times he opened his mouth were to yawn. The worn, scratched surface of the table before him became more interesting than the rambling conversation, and his chair felt terribly hard beneath him; he fidgeted constantly.

Kill me, he had dryly commanded Lenth multiple times throughout the evening. The bronze, always the responsible one, merely reminded him that meetings were important and it was his job to remain focused. In response, O'zen amused himself by seeing how loudly he could mentally groan at his dragon.

When the meeting ended, the air of the room was like a weary, collective sigh. No sharp, decisive conclusion today. Joints creaking, O'zen drew himself from his seat and took the opportunity to stretch his back while the others filed out of the room. He then moved to follow, only to halt when a rider nearly collided with him.

The Wingsecond Raisa, upon recognizing him, stiffened to the formality previously required of her--still required of her, technically, since he still outranked her, but O'zen really didn't care. He cracked a half smile at her question, slapping a companionable hand on one rigid shoulder.

"How about you come with me to the hall? I plan on drinking until I forget how much of my life I wasted in this room tonight." The invitation leapt from his tongue before he could really process it. Stern, dour Raisa, he thought a second later, might not be the most enjoyable drinking partner. There would be no recalling his words, though, so he resigned himself to it and waited for her answer.
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Lowen : Beryllium Lerriloth
Jerund : Brown Jerusk
Hama : Green Hamask
Eevai : Garnet Iopeth
Sh'ol : Graphite Hellioth
Kh'sev : Grey Saiyeth
Bervaidi : Blue Bervask
Syrsha : Brown Kalayth
Rosinthew : Candidate
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Her tensed shoulder jumped at O'zen's touch, startling an uncomfortable grimace out of the red-faced woman. The overt familiarity of the gesture was only reinforced by the other rider's invitation for drinks, embarrassment stalling out in favor of dim suspicion.

Go ahead. Khorinth was quick to assent in the absence of Raisa's decision, one way or another. Raisa mulled it over a moment longer, gaze dipping to the external source of conflict still holding her shoulder hostage. Khorinth was courteous but cautious - in the Turns they'd grown together, Raisa was apt to hold his judgment above her own misgivings. Especially now, when more was at stake than a night's distraction...

"Suuure...?" What was intended as cordial acceptance dragged on into the quiet of the now mostly emptied room, with a confused twist towards question at its close. Raisa could drink, she did drink (significantly more now that she was involved with someone who knew the difference between cooking and drinking wine) - but she was still unsure where this particular evening was heading.

There was no taking it back, at least.

"So you plan to be drinking through the sevenday's end?" Once they'd exited the council room, Raisa relaxed into her typical, gruff humor. She was as glad as he was to be rid of that smothering atmosphere, though part of it was probably that there was physical distance between them once more. Hers was a private sort of affection, and anything friendlier than a firm handshake was yet uncomfortable for the brownrider.

"What are we drinking?" It was a decently long walk to the Dining Hall, and he was her superior, yet. A need to stifle the silence coaxed the lamest small talk from the woman, paired with darting glances O'zen's way when she thought he wasn't looking. This was weird, it couldn't be just her. O'zen was a fair minded leader to work under, but they hadn't even that connection anymore.

"Marble's comin' together all right." Maybe he was interested in the new wing?
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Judging from the look that crossed Raisa's face as her eyes focused on his hand on her shoulder, she expected it to burst into flames at any moment. Though O'zen could have assured her that it wouldn't, he removed the hand anyway, and his smile turned a little more uncertain. Suuure? Was that an answer or a question?

Don't look so enthused, Raisa, he thought, a little bewildered at her apparent bewilderment.

But they were both moving in the direction of the dining hall, and Raisa's next words earned a laugh from him. He relaxed at once, taking it as a hopeful sign; Raisa was evidently capable of some humor, at least, so maybe she wouldn't be a terrible drinking partner after all.

"Aye, a sevenday might do it. Though, you're right, I suppose it depends on the drink." He paused thoughtfully, too caught up in his musing to notice the furtive glances the brownrider kept shooting his way. "I'm not sure yet, but it'll need to be something strong, for sure, after all that." A disgusted snort found its way from his throat.

Raisa offered a sudden subject change, then, but it was not unwelcome, though surprising. O'zen glanced at her sidelong, and the corner of his mouth twitched into a smile. It looked like Raisa felt like being chatty after all.

"Glad to hear it," he said, meaning it. "Falling into your Wingsecond duties all right?" He didn't doubt that she was; she'd been a good wingthird and had gotten that promotion for a reason. The lopsided smile returned. "I can assure you Shale hasn't fallen apart in your absence."
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Lowen : Beryllium Lerriloth
Jerund : Brown Jerusk
Hama : Green Hamask
Eevai : Garnet Iopeth
Sh'ol : Graphite Hellioth
Kh'sev : Grey Saiyeth
Bervaidi : Blue Bervask
Syrsha : Brown Kalayth
Rosinthew : Candidate
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"They've got some stuff in the back that kicks like a dray beast." The smile she slanted O'zen's way wavered with that peace offering, one hand clenched in her pocket as its mate swung in the open air. The tension was still there, buzzing beneath the calm.

She'd seen O'zen's face. Saw his smile tighten and shrink at her earlier reaction. Raisa could kick herself for that - she was doing it now, layering guilt and frustration as she made a civil pass at small talk. This was all about keeping up appearances, and the pressure was on. This was some test - why else would he be here, wasting an evening of downtime on drinks with her?

A warm body would no doubt do in a pinch, but out of respect, for O'zen and his position both, Raisa would do one better.

Meeting? "Y'mean the rabble of 'lizards squawking?" It might as well have been, for all the good it did them. Ten minutes of that and her head was pounding. A chuckle stuttered out of her at that, eyes suddenly glued to the far wall with far greater intensity than the dull stonework required.

Complain about the Wingleaders in front of a Wingleader, right. Smart. Just in time for O'zen to ask over her own work as Wingsecond. Her cheeks flamed red, burning hotter at the compliment (was it a compliment?) off-handedly paid.

"S'all right. Lot of it's the same work, jus' with someone to send do the face-to-face." She grimaced at the reminder of her redheaded Wingthird. Right. Not bringing that up.

And wouldn't you know, my wingthird's my jilted lover!

"So who you'd get to replace me?"
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O'zen snorted, pleased. "That sounds like just what I need," he said, not a bit insincerely. He had been praying for something like a kick from a dray beast throughout that whole meeting--anything to put him out of his misery, anything. He laughed again, unaware of the sudden return of tension in Raisa. "Apt comparison!"

She didn't have much to say about her own work--which was fine, he supposed, wondering why he'd bothered to ask at all; after that meeting, the last thing he wanted to talk about was work. It was polite to inquire, he supposed... and there was some genuine curiosity. He'd liked Raisa, stiff though she was, and hoped the change was a good one for her.

"Reesa," he answered, "and that's not just a slip of the tongue. Reesa and Jaldaeth. They're doing well so far. Capable. Hopefully I can keep her a while," he said, a faint line forming between pinched eyebrows. But then his eyes darted sideways at Raisa in a sly look, the grin returning. "My wingthirds have a habit of getting promoted on me. I guess it's because they have such a good role model, eh?"

Lenth, only barely paying attention, gave a derisive snort in the back of his mind, one O'zen happily ignored.

"Alright!" he said, strolling into the dining hall. "Show me to this stuff in that back you were talking about."
O'zen : Bronze Lenth
Lowen : Beryllium Lerriloth
Jerund : Brown Jerusk
Hama : Green Hamask
Eevai : Garnet Iopeth
Sh'ol : Graphite Hellioth
Kh'sev : Grey Saiyeth
Bervaidi : Blue Bervask
Syrsha : Brown Kalayth
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