What's a Dude to do? (Shoki/R'le)

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

((3077.06.17 | Late morning))

Training had taken on a whole new meaning. It had started to do that, even before the attack on the Weyr, two days ago, but after that. T’kar was not accepting excuses. Not from his wing members and certainly not from himself. It might once have been uncommon for training to last the whole time allotted for it, despite their enjoyment of patterned flying, but now… now it was the rare practice that didn’t run at least a little over. No one was protesting though. They only needed to look at the damage, or go to the Aerie and watch people slip away, for no better reason than that the healers and LifeWings were worked to the point of exhaustion and beyond.

Of course, R’le just might protest being asked to hang back. T’kar watched the rest of the wing disperse, waving R’le over (a signal he had Ancalanath back up via Quiorith).

T’kar sighed. He was willing to admit, to himself at least, that he had a problem, but taking the step of telling someone else and asking for help…

“Hey R’le, might I ask you something completely unrelated to this?” A tip of T’kar’s head indicated the Bowl, the dispersing wing-members.

[Shoki]

R’le had done his absolute best to keep the mood light. Even though he wasn’t strictly speaking goofing off, his mood had been deliberately up beat. Even in wing practice. Even knowing (and seeing) all the serious stuff. Generally speaking, he was surrounded by serious people. Keeping them happy was something he continued to prioritize. Call it the harper in him if you liked.

So when T’kar wanted him to hang around. He headed over, attempting to keep things light. When he heard what it was, well…

“Don’t have to tell me twice. What do you need?” He wondered privately what it could be, suspecting a child related conversation incoming. At least that was the most mundane of things it could be.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

T’kar couldn’t help smiling, a little, despite having no idea how to approach this. One little accident — it had happened more than a Turn ago sharditall — had not only completely derailed his relationship with Rilora, but they hadn’t even managed to patch it into something that allowed them to work smoothly with each other. He was utterly at a loss about what to do. He couldn’t stop seeing Dalonia, he admitted that readily enough, but he had to be able to operate smoothly with Rilora.

“I was wondering if you could help me out,” he finally confessed, after a moment or two of just standing there silent. “I need to come up with some way to patch the whole thing up with Rilora ” T’kar didn’t specify what. By now, the entire Weyr probably knew what had happened. “-well enough that we can work together as a team if needed, and I was wondering if you might have any ideas…” his voice trailed off, eyes showing hope that R’le would at least have some inkling of what to do here.

[Shoki]

Oh boy. Long silence, R’le could be patient but it didn’t bod well. Once T’kar actually did speak? Well it was about as bad as could be expected. When the other rider was done talking R’le let out a long breath and rubbed the back of his neck. Patch things up with Rilora? Hmm.

“Honestly? If you are content just to be a nice little worker bee Wingleader, tell her that. But…” R’le rubbed his chin, pondering a recent outing with the two Brennawen gals. Hmm. “Rilora needs people who support her. ‘Many as she can get around now. You know Rilora, she gets stressed easy. And now we have this.” R’le motioned a little. “Let her know you got her back in this. ‘Cause sometimes that’s what people need to hear.” R’le gave a little shrug. “I can’t promise anything, but that’s what I think.”

And he did try to think about what people needed to be happy. All the serious folks at the top needed a friend. He’d seen it.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

T’kar sighed. He’d been hoping for some kind of cure all. Shouldn’t have been, but that hadn’t diminished the hope that R’le had or knew of some magical way to make everything better. He couldn’t really commit to what R’le suggested, not deep down. It wasn’t that it wasn’t true — it was, but he’d grappled with the problem for so long that he couldn’t really accept, deep inside, that the solution wasn’t some long and convoluted thing. Of course, it also wasn’t the sort of perfect solution he’d been trying to find.

“Thanks man,” T’kar said, clapping R’le’s shoulder. He even managed a grin, although he wasn’t particularly looking forward to this. “Um… any order, or is there a best way to mention them?”

If he was going to do this, than he might as well do this right.

[Shoki]

R’le watched his friend, a flicker of curiosity zipping through his face. It was not what T’kar had wanted to hear. Then again… Well he hadn’t expected some of that to sit well with him. He hadn’t outright rejected it though. Hmm.

“Pipe up with which ever you are most confident about. Don’t forget to get all nervous and clammy beforehand. If it’s part of the plan then it all good.” R’le gave a shrug. “Or take a couple rounds with a master harper to get public speaking down. Doesn’t really make it easier though.” The Cloud rider was merciless at teasing sometimes.

“Seriously though, what’s your end game here? Where do you go after you talk to her? Assuming everything goes well.” Yes he was prying. It was up to T’kar to tell him or not.