Rainstorm Hideout (Shoki/R'le)

[Kaya]

| 76.11.28 | R'le's weyr / Elsewhere? | Evening, before sunset |

The weather outside was frightful, but the meeting from earlier that day and the one coming up in just a few days more were scarier. With the horrible weather, the watch had seen her return but few others. So Rilora had a few precious moments to herself. Seeking solace, she sought out her friend R'le. Though a moment's hesitation kept her from knocking, wondering if she should share her burden with her friend, she decided to go ahead and engage him. She knocked and waited. It would have been easier to have Archith contact Qui, certainly, but she had thought to come here first. If he wasn't in then she'd ask and go elsewhere. Though they probably would end up elsewhere. If someone came looking they might think to check here, and she wanted some time to debrief.

[Shoki]

R’le was not, infact, hiding from work. He had done his stupid paperwork for the day. It was more apt to say that he was trapped inside with a firelizard. A firelizard that every once in a while when complete up the walls. R’le had no idea why Burn got like this, considering that the Flame flitter used him as transportation all the time anyway, but for some reason, being trapped inside when it was raining made everyone stir crazy.

When there was a knock on the door R’le threw up his hands and gave up on Burn. He just went to the door and opened it up without asking who was there. He wasn’t the sort of person to refuse a chat with anybody. Fortunetly it was Rilora. His mood improved greatly on seeing her.

“Rilora! Come on in, you look a bit damp.” He opened the door wider and got a rare frown on his face. “My room is usually good for drying off, but you’ll have to avoid the firelizard spit.” His room was in disarray and Burn was currently chewing on a pillow case. The Flame had gotten his teeth onto many things today. “He is usually not this much of a terror. Just my luck.” R’le gote a smile back on his face though. He’d manage. That and he wasn’t a person who let many things get to him.

“So what do I owe this visit? Weather got you down and you still find a Cloudrider. Must be my lucky day.” He chuckled. Hopefully it wasn’t business.

[Kaya]

"Ah, don't you mind. I have my feline after all, and they are just as willful and less likely to be reasoned with," she almost let loose a chuckle from her stressed self. Maybe a relaxed state would come soon. "And I don't mind the rain too much. It's fairly warm this time of Turn, and farmers see the rain as a blessing, you know," she mused, moving into the room. If anything was a blessing this day it was the concealing rain.

"Cloud's aren't just for rain, you know. They show up on the best of days, not just the rainy ones. And those two aren't mutually exclusive. I've just gotten out of a rotten meeting. You wouldn't BELIEVE what kind of nerve they have. Weyrleaders the lot of them! You'd think they'd show a little more decorum. Igen is spitting mad and the Telgaran Weyrwoman looked like she'd like to put a dagger in my back. I just need to vent, so I came here." she explained.

[Shoki]

“That’s a good way to look at it. I like the rain too, but for, as mom would say, more nefarious reasons.” He was of course, referring to the fact that boys like mud and wet a fair bit. He still loved the rain, but found himself shut in more than he had in the past. Oh well.

“I see.” Horrible meeting with what sounded like horrible people. No wonder. “Well take a seat, I would love to hear about the trouble the straight laces are causing.” R’le was glad all the time he lived at a more relaxed weyr. Especially when he was reminded about how other weyrs tended to be. “You’d think that they would be a bit nicer considering we got righteous anger on us.” Course it was never, ever that simple. He went and grabbed a snack from his desk, offering some dries meat to Rilora before taking some for himself. Guess the flitter was rubbing off on him, he liked having something to chew on now.

[Kaya]

Rilora took the offered snack and realized a peckishness she hadn't realized before. She gratefully took a bite and finished enjoying the salty flavor before she spoke. "Well, I don't know where to start. After Fi'man, that Crimson Rider from Igen, finished cursing the south and its greed, his lacky G'nor took up on reaming our disaster readiness protocol. So their Weyr's people attack us, and then they blame me! And I don't care if Fi'man was known for his mouth before he became Weyrleader, that's no excuse! The kind of filth that comes from that man's mouth could further dirty a porcine already covered in mud! And G'nor, they say he's in his thirties but his face looks like it belongs to a creche babe. His immaturity and blatant parroting of whatever remarks Fi'man and Trisali have told him to say should have no place in civil discourse! And then Anaela, the Telgaran, you know her, all looks spoiled by a constantly wrinkled and scrunched up face. She wouldn't stop looking at me all meeting. The amount of rage in that woman could burn fields. Honestly, I'm terrified of her. I'm not sure why she hasn't acted yet, or wonder if she has but in more 'nefarious' ways, if you will. And then Balancenia, the spineless whisper from Southern just sat there, did nothing and let them bully around the meeting. Insufferable lot, all of them. And I shall have to continue these enchanting 'meetings' until such a time as they see that they've wronged us, regardless of what cause the attackers claim." She took another angry bite of the food and chewed with spite. "Tell me you have something to do to make my evening better."

[Shoki]

R’le chewed on the meat while listening to the Weyrwoman vent. As she finished though, a mischeivious smile played on his face, though it was not perfectly pleasant.

“If I know one this, is it is a good thing you didn’t drag me along, judging from how they were acting I’d likely have caused you trouble. But the Telgar woman, I’d watch it. No offense, but you gals scare me as to what you can get up to.” Girls. Gotta love ‘em, but they honestly, they could scare the living daylights out of him. At least one lady back at Melisong still gave him the shivers.

“Well, I can try.” He looked thoughtful, avoiding devolving into ‘new parent’ mode. He could talk about little Yinaire all day, but he had gotten more than his fair share of metaphorical backhands to the face for it. Soon enough he snapped his fingers though. “So I heard earlier today that Viatrin is in the weyr for a bit. Don’t know if you’ve heard of him but he’s a harper who is wicked good with song. God a voice that you could hear two weyrs over if he really tries. I haven’t got to talk to him myself but I am set on hearing him proper before he gets going again. Might be that he plans to stick around and do a proper performance with some of the locals. If we’re lucky.” R’le grinned. Harpers kept their ear to the ground for other harpers. He might be a rider now, but he hadn’t stopped the practice.

[Kaya]

"Well then," Rilora grinned, clasping her hands together with purpose. "We must find this harper and earn a song." She stood up abruptly and looked towards the door. "Does that sound agreeable to you?" She held out her hand for him to get up and glanced towards the door. Finding this man without alerting the whole Weyr that she was back would be a challenge. That was okay. It sounded like fun.

[Shoki]

R’le face broke into a grin. There we go. No dark cloud hanging around Rilora anymore, she had a plan, and that plan was for a little light hearted fun. He couldn’t be more proud. He took her hand and like that they were both up and ready to leave. He glanced back at Burn, who had chewed on the pillow case enough that it was a wet mess, which he was now sleeping on. Welp, his room couldn’t look any worse if he left him alone for a while.

“I say, let’s get while the getting is good.” He opened the door and motioned with a nod. “After you.”

[Kaya]

"Why, thank you," Rilora said with a little bow, and moved out the door. "And remind me to get you a new pillowcase," she added, glancing back at Burn who was burning his way through the fabric. She was glad that on the whole the Weyr's pets were well behaved enough. Her own Bel had stolen a few hair bobbles, but that was all she remembered the silver feline getting up to.

"Okay, so where would we be looking for this harper? Does Viatrin have any old haunts? Has he been here before? Might I have heard him at a festival or other?"