A Tense Surrender
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Xanadu Weyr - Caverns
A massive cavern in it's own right, this one has been skillfully adapted for human habitation. The high ceilings have been painted a light, soft ivory, as are the walls where numerous tapestries hang to provide brilliant color and insulation from the stone. The floor has been left in its natural state, pale pink granite speckled through with glittering mica and dark flecks of basalt, leveled carefully but kept sufficiently rough to avoid slips.
The cavern itself is loosely divided into areas, each one set up to be suitable for some segment of the Weyr's population. The most frequently occupied area, however, is the one near the Kitchens where tables of varying sizes provide a place to sit down and eat or chat and a buffet of consumables is almost always kept stocked. Its plain that on most days, this area wouldn't accommodate anywhere near the full population of the Weyr and equally plain that on such occasions when a formal meal is laid out, tables are appropriated from all the other areas.
A big fireplace is set into the wall near the Kitchens as well, several comfortable chairs nearby providing haunts for elderly residents or riders who like a good view of all that happens. Rugs cover the floor in strategic spots, all of them abstract or geometric in design and most in the softly neutral colors of undyed wool.

Exits lead off in all directions, a big archway the largest and that leading outside. Shallow stairs to the west lead to the offices and administration area while tunnels to the east lead to the infirmary, kitchen and resident's quarters. Southwards, a sloping tunnel leads down to the hot springs.


It's been one of the types of spring days that comes to mind when someone pictures 'spring'. Not too hot. Not too cold. Even now at dusk with the sky painted an array of colors, the cool breeze that blows is chilly…but not cold. Ka'el's formal duties are done, as are most of the other weyrlings' as there are no evening classes scheduled this day. And so most are busy oiling or cleaning or, for the few that still have to, mucking, or studying. Ka'el has made it a point to get most of the bulk work done early, leaving Kanekith behind well fed and oiled to…do whatever it is he does when he's not with him (other than complain that he's not with him). Ka'el sits at a table, having already eaten a light dinner and now enjoying a dessert of sweetrolls with a mug of water on the side. He has the look of someone who is waiting. Eyes glance to the entrance every now and then, and the small table he sits at is large enough to only seat four, but for now he's the only occupant.

Idrissa got a message that Ka'el wanted to meet her, which took her a good long time for her to be ok and actually agree to go and do this meet and greet sort of deal. Most of her day was spent with lessons, chores, feeding and oiling a certain green dragon that is now asleep upon her couch at least. A glance is sent around as she pauses at the entrance to the cave seeming to get up a bit more will before she moves further into the room and heads on towards where Ka'el just so happens to be. "Hey." Is said once there, her hands resting upon the back of a chair she may possible sit upon.

There. Ka'el's eyes land upon a familiar mop of brown hair, and he rises from his seat as Idrissa approaches. There's a hint of surprise in his gaze, but dominating that is a smile as he moves around the table to the chair her hands are upon. "Hey. .. Glad y'came," he says, sounding genuinely pleased. 'Glad you decided to come' would be the better fitting phrase, but ah well. Remembering lessons, and perhaps just wanting to give a kind gesture, a sort of white flag of peace and surrender, he pulls out her chair for her, offering a light and hopeful smile.

Idrissa ponders what to say to that, she ponders before nodding. "Well, figured it was about time." She offers softly while chewing on her lip a moment. A glance is sent towards the chair that is pulled out for her and she soon is sitting upon it. "Thanks." This said with a soft tone as she leans against the table slightly. She doesn't say much else, letting Ka'el start this it would seem.

Ka'el isn't one hundred percent sure of just what Idrissa may be expecting of him, but he knows why he asked her here. Whether or not they're on the same page…will soon be revealed! He pushes her chair in once she sits, and after she's situated, he moves to the opposite side of the table to take a seat as well. "Got sweetrolls," he says unnecessarily, gently pushing the plate of treats her way in case she wants any. His hands fold upon the tabletop after, not quite sure if that's appropriate table manners, but not quite caring either. "I know you don't want to speak with me anymore, and I get that," he starts off saying. "I still hope that.. you change your mind about that. I never meant for any've this to get this bad." Oh! That reminds him. His brows raise. "Hey. Marel said y'might think it's because Tahryth is green? .. You know that's not true, right? I don't care about that. That isn't why this happened."

Idrissa doesn't make any move for the sweetrolls while she peers at Ka'el. She leans back upon her chair letting him talk as she just watches him, pondering perhaps. Her bright gaze closes a moment and she tilts her head to look off. "It's not that I don't want to speak with you Ka'el. Just I'm hurt. I mean we talked before the hatching and everything." As Tahryth is brought up her gaze flicks towards Ka'el watching him curiously. "I wasn't sure if that was part of it or not." So yes that means she had thought it might have had something to do with the dragon that picked her. "Then why did this happen? Did I do something, or not do something?" She leans against the table now, her arms folding upon it as she watches him with a narrowed gaze. "I've always know you liked Soriana more. Just as much my fault as it is yours I suppose. I was hoping for something that was never going to happen. Just a stupid thought on my part."

"Idrissa, stop.." Ka'el exhales, brows pressing. "Stop sayin' that you're stupid, or what you were hopin' for was stupid or that any've this was your fault. It wasn't. I was the one that asked you out first. Then, I …" He sighs. "I didn't mean for what happened with Soriana to happen, and it shouldnt've while I was dating you. I never should've asked her to date me while I was datin' you. It's just … I thought if Ers'lan could do it, why couldn't I? But it was wrong for me, y'know? It wasn't how I was raised. My father would kill me if he knew what I was doing with you two. That isn't how a man's supposed to treat a woman." He taps a finger on the side of his mug, though his eyes remain on her. "What happened with you an' me happened because I was only brave and smart enough now to do it. I told you before. I like you. I don't like how it sounds when you say I like Soriana more."

Idrissa is quiet as she hears Ka'el she chews on her lip a moment and is soon leaning back upon her seat an djust watches him. "My mother disowned me when I told her I was coming to a Weyr." So the fact that his father would be against him for something doesn't mean a lot to her it seems. "How else can I picture it Ka'el? You took her to that dance before asking me out and all." She's soon quiet, letting her fingers tap against her arm a moment while her gaze lower to the table to eye it a few moments. This is getting them no where it seems. "Ka'el, what Did you want to talk to me about tonight?"

Ka'el shakes his head. "She took me to the dance," he clarifies. "She took a knife to my throat and forced me to go with her!" … Ok, so that's not true, but it was an attempt to lighten things a little. "Really though, the dance was nothin'. .. I mean, I had a good time, but you were there too. I wasn't really … I mean, then I.." He wrinkles his nose. "I wanted us all to go together." Less scary that way! And less .. datelike. And when one is fourteen (or was it fifteen?) going anywhere with a girl that's not a group situation is scary! He sighs at her last question. "I wanted to call a truce, Idrissa. This whole not talkin' thing? You ignoring me and Kanekith?" He frowns at that, perhaps just as protective of his dragon as his dragon is of him. "It's stupid. We're stuck together for an entire turn or more. Is it going to be like this the whole time?"

Idrissa rolls her eyes a few moments and bites her lip a few times. "Ya I'm sure she did." Is offered to the bit on Soriana holding a knife to his throat. "As for Kanekith. He is constantly picking on Kalusoth, then told Tahryth that she talked to much and was annoying. Why should I not ignore him? I ignore other bullies." Yes she is calling Ka'el dragon a bully! As for this truce she ponders a few moments with a faint breath escapes her. "I don't know Ka'el, how do you think I'm supposed to act. Just pretend that nothing happened? Pretend these feelings that I had towards you was nothing?" She questions softly, a slight frown seen. "You're the only guy I ever liked Ka'el, or trusted."

There's a rushing sound in his ears. Ka'el isn't sure what it is. It sounds like the surf, but not the calm and lapping waters of a beautiful spring day. This is a torrent. A hurricane. A surge of angry ocean that comes as a wall of water, devouring everything in its path. It's overpowering and loud, almost deafeningly so. The amount of time between that and his fist that's brought down on the table is unknown to him. Seconds, but it could have been hours in his mind. But the thunking sound of flesh to wood is loud enough to bring him up for air out of the tidal wave, and enough to send a few eyes of nearby patrons their way. "He's not a bully!" He's on his feet. He's not sure when that happened either, and the rage in his eyes, pointedly aimed for her, is slow to recede. But recede it does, gradually regaining his senses, and he glances to those questioning eyes that look at them. Look at him. "He isn't a bully," said quieter this time.

Idrissa blinks as she watches Ka'el, a slight frown seen as she leans back slightly in her seat. Well that is new. She's never see him like this before. Rissa shifts slowly and doesn't look back to him. "He may not be a bully, but he hurt Tahryth feelings. He hurt Kalusoth's feelings as well. What do you think Mur'dah thinks or feels when Kanekith is picking on Kalusoth?" Wasn't this a conversation about them?

Well, it was a conversation about them. But now without their dragons, there is no them. Ka'el still stands, balancing on the line of lingering here or throwing his hands up, being done with it all and leaving. It's a few moments, but he does eventually reclaim his seat, though his motions and look henceforth are tense. "Why're you so worried about Mur'dah? If he has problem, he needs to say somethin' to me about it. When I ask him about it he doesn't say shit. 'Everything's fine'. so there's not a shardin' problem." His eyes vaguely narrow. "And before you get all over Kanekith's back, you ever ask Tahryth what Kalsuoth says about him? I don't blame him for stickin' up for himself. They're not goin' to be babies forever, and he's a bronze. He needs to be tougher than the rest. I'm sorry he hurt her feelings by sayin' she talks too much or whatever, but count yourself lucky. He could've said worse."

Idrissa goes to say something about Mur'dah but stops, frowning a moment and sighs. "I know what Tahryth said." She points at her head. "She tells me everything." There is a pause and she just watches Ka'el a few moments. "Well hold the shell.. Let me bow down to the 'tougher' bronze here.. Or should I say bronzer." This said with a faint tone. "Count myself lucky. What else would he have said about Tahryth? Or you don't have the nerve to tell me?"

Deep breaths, Ka'el. Deep … breaths. "If there's one thing I don't lack that you should be happy for, it isn't nerve. It's control." He rises, digging a hand into his pocket to pull out the correct amount of coinage to leave on the table for his meal and dessert. "I didn't ask you here to argue about our dragons, Idrissa. I asked you here to try to clear the air and find a way to .. I dunno. Be civil through weyrlinghood. You're not workin' with me. Is this what you wanted? Fine, have it your way. I'm not gonna bend over backwards tryin' to do right with someone who won't give me a chance." He pushes his chair back with a foot and steps away from the table. "You do your thing. I'll do mine."

Idrissa is just quiet as she listens to Ka'el watching him for a few moments. Her gaze drifting off and she looks off, eyeing a wall for a few moments. There is someone nudging and poking at her, at least in her mind. Her eyes close and her head lowers a moment. "No Your right." Is soon said. "Ka'el wait." She tries at least, if he stops he stops if not she isn't sure what to do. "Sit back down."

The frown on Ka'el's face refuses to leave, and he's only a second or so away from heading off and out the door to … do his thing without her. But then she speaks .. surprisingly asking him to stay. His brows furrow a little, watching at her as if not quite believing that she wishes him to stay, or sure if he should. But, eventually, he sinks back down into his chair, eyes lingering on her as he quietly wrangles his emotions, which is enough to keep him quiet. For now.

Idrissa isn't to sure what to say once he is sitting back down, she just watches him. "I'll try and work with you to get through weyrlinghood. I'll try to be civil, and talk to you and Kaneith." There she put that out on the table.

"That's all I'm askin' for. Just to try," Ka'el answers. "Don't force it, but I'm just askin' that you don't go out've your way to … act like we don't exist. I get that you want me to feel bad, but I would never pretend that you weren't there. I still said hello, even when you didn't, and I only stopped because .. I dunno. I was mad that you were takin' things out on Kanekith." He lifts a hand, squeezing the bridge of his nose, right between the eyes. "Thank you for at least bein' willing to try. After weyrlinghood? .. Do whatever it is you wish. I'll understand."

"I tried a few times, tried to get you to stay, that once on the beach." Idrissa points out softly though doesn't really follow through with it. "I only ignored Kanekith one time." One single time and that is what got Ka'el wanting to talk to her? After weyrlinghood is brought up and she looks off letting her gaze drift over the room. "You've been part of my life so long Ka'el I don't have any idea what I'll do." Who knows what might happen between now and then, anything could happen.

"Right. The same day Kanekith said to Tahryth what he did? And after the only person who you were willin' to talk to was Mur'dah? Those were the only words you said to me the whole time," reminds Ka'el with a lightly arched brow. "Why would I've have stayed?" His eyes turn to what's left of the sweet rolls, and he takes one to idly pluck at. "Guess I'll see what happens after graduation. You don't have to figure that out right now."

"You didn't stick around long enough for me to say anything to you Ka'el." Idrissa says with a soft tone as she looks back to him, watching quietly. "I suppose so." She offers with a soft tone. Her shoulder lower while she looks back to the table.

Ka'el doesn't answer her. Beating a dead runner is not…conductive to anything, and so he only nods and leaves it at that. There isn't a lot much left to say actually, and so the silence stretches on. At least … things aren't bad. They're not "good" by any means, but it could have been far worse. Angry words and a quick departure that would've left a gaping hole with no bandage to help it to heal. As it is now, there is still a hole. Large and obvious and aching. But possibly, this is a first tiny step towards mending things. Maybe. Ka'el knows that pushing too much can be counterproductive though, and so, while things are quiet, he stands again. "I should get back. Need to study those formations," he says, watching her. "I can walk back with you." And if she agrees to, he will.


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