Who

M'noq, Amani

What

Amani attempts to check in on M'noq, and they both accidentally make things awkward for a bit. All ends well, fortunately.

When

It is evening of the thirteenth day of the fifth month of the thirteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Archive Library, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 03 Mar 2018 07:00

 

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"Ah, don't worry about it. It's fine."


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Archive Library

Where once books reigned supreme, this open space is now dominated by a stalwart skybroom reaching to the sky through a broken ceiling. What was once evidence of collapse is now ornately carved with engraved ivy, matched by a clever contraption of stone that allows the gap to be closed in inclement weather. A small garden occupies the space around the tree-trunk, all manicured bushes and flowering shrubbery enclosed by a grated gutter. The walls are lined with bookcases, while a spiral staircase leans on the western wall to wind upwards to the second level. Tucked in the corners and scattered in the main areas are tables and chairs, cafe-style, and comfortably worn overstuffed armchairs. It is the perfect place for individuals to gather, to enjoy the offerings of the food-cart or a spirited conversation.


It's evening, and typical Southern autumn rains have been falling on and off all day. M'noq has ended up in the library looking for quiet. He isn't even pretending to work right now, instead sitting in a comoftable chair, leafing through a book that seems to be primarily illustrations. He appears lost in thought, and it isn't clear that it's the book he's even thinking about.

Amani hasn't been having the best sevenday, though it could be argued that it's her own fault. It's been bad enough that rumors surrounding Zymuraith and proddiness have started, but Zymuraith is showing no change in her habits or appearance whatsoever. As she enters the library, there are a few who actually give her a wide berth, which results in a roll of her eyes and a shake of her head. She's much more mellow today, thankfully, but it appears that hasn't gotten around quite as quickly as her stormier mood did. She wanders, apparently in search of some quiet herself…and eventually comes across a familiar face. Some klah is obtained before she drifts M'noq's way and settles in another comfy chair sitting at right angle to his, noticing the nature of his "reading" on her way to sitting. "Taking an interest in art?" she asks with a soft bit of cheek, her smile a bit lopsided at the brownrider before she takes a sip from the steaming mug in her hand.

The goldrider is already sitting next to him by the time M'noq looks up and notices her. "Amani. When did you get here? Don't tell me yu've been sitting here staring at me for half a candlemark," he says, though there's a joking tone to his voice. At her question on his reading materials, he shakes his head. "No… I was trying to find some information on an animal I saw in the jungle the other day. I only got a glimpse of it, though, before it ran off." He shows the cover of the book, which has a title of Rare Beasts of the South. If there are rumors about the gold's proddiness, it's likely M'noq has heard them, whether or not he puts much stock in them. "How is Zymuraith?" he asks mildly.

For some reason, that bit of joking from M'noq makes Amani blush a little, though she chuckles and shakes her head. "I only just sat down," she tells him. "Zymuraith is well. And not proddy, in case you're wondering, too." Her tone is rueful, but she's smirking, expecting that he'll be more likely to trust her over the rumors. She tilts her head to better view the cover of the book, dark brows arching in curiosity. "Seemed like you might've been thinking about something else for a bit there," she ventures, her smirk gentling as she draws her feet up into the chair. Sorry, archivists; the junior weyrwoman is really keen on getting comfortable at the moment, apparently. "What did the animal look like? Did you figure out what it was?"

M'noq notices that little blush and smiles wryly. "I wouldn't dream of wondering," he says, sounding quite innocent. He closes the book and sets it on a nearby table, then pulls out a small notebook he carries with him. "I've been trying to draw it, but I haven't quite gotten it right. Drawing live creatures isn't really something I have much experience in. Especially since I only saw it for half a heartbeat." He shows her the drawings… they're poor, of a creature that's not quite feline, not rodent or canine, with strange ears and tail. "Ah… I was lost in thought for a moment there. I might have come here mostly for a bit of quiet," he admits.

Amani's return glance to M'noq's first is wryly shrewd before she shifts to get a better view of his notebook. Her brows knit a little as she studies it, a soft hum of consideration sounding in her throat. "It…does look pretty strange, either way," she says, settling back again. "You didn't find it in there?" She jerks her chin subtly at the book before studying the wingleader's face. "Just let me know if you'd rather have the quiet to yourself," she says softly. "Is everything alright? Not the right sort of quiet at home?"

M'noq just looks at Amani for a moment, then shrugs. "Are you asking if something's up with K'vvan?" Not surprising that a weyrwoman would notice something strange going on with a wingleader, if they are in similar circles. "I guess I'm avoiding heading back to the ship weyr for a bit. Ravaith and I try to give them space, because it's even worse if we try to reach out." He looks awkward and embarrassed, even saying this much. "Ah, never mind, though. It's not that big a deal. I'll manage. So… the animal?" He tries to divert the conversation back to something a little easier.

Amani looks a bit abashed at that, even shaking her head a bit. "I was sort of…asking in general. Not trying to pry," she answers, flushing slightly again. There are times she forgets that the two wingleaders are paired off, honestly. She does frown at M'noq's last before he tries to change the subject. "That…seems backwards," she ventures, then clears her throat subtly. Awkward coming from both angles now; moving on! "Right. Not in the book?"

M'noq feels even worse then, because he made her feel awkward and weird. "Ah, don't worry about it. It's fine. I… just don't want to set the Weyr afire with rumors, you know? And if the thousand things I'm thinking are just my guess, I don't want to start rumors about what he might be thinking too. It's just difficult, you know? Finding someone you can talk to and really understands." Which is M'noq's way of trying to talk about personal things without actually saying anything. "Um… yeah. Not in the book. I've been thinking about sending some people back to the area to look and see if they can flush it out again. Get a couple people's eyes on it, you know?"

Amani nods earnestly as M'noq explains, feeling the heat remain in her cheeks. But at least she's hearing a little more now! "Yeah, I know. I do," she answers quietly, reaching out to touch his arm in reflexive reassurance and belatedly realizing she's doing it. Welcome? Unwelcome? Whatever the gesture may be, she pulls her hand back after a mere second. Huffing a sigh, she shoves her hair back behind her ear and takes a long pull of klah, which is still a bit too warm for such things and makes her flush deepen for an entirely different reason than awkwardness. "I wouldn't mind helping with that. If I were allowed." The last is tacked on as a subtle grumble, but she gives a little shake of her head in dismissal of the notion. "Where did you see it?"

M'noq doesn't seem to mind the touch to his arm, though when she quickly pulls back, he glances away, like that act hit a nerve. He swallows and clears his throat, trying to cover over all this awkwardness. "I'd be delighted if you'd came along. There are a couple wildlings in Lynx I'd like to get to help too. Not that this is a puzzle for the ages or anything, but…." Really, it's something to do, something to take his mind off everything else, when he can't manage to do it otherwise.

All the awkward! It must just be one of those days, considering things are generally pretty easy between her and the brownrider. Amani does grin a bit though when M'noq says he'd enjoy having her along on the hunt. "I think you might have to wrangle that one for me, M'noq. I don't think I'll be allowed to go. I mean, I could try to just up and do it, but I'm not sure all the hollering afterward would be worth it." She shrugs at his last. "No, but it's a fascinating distraction, considering. Faranth knows we could use some of those."

"Oh, since Zymuraith is proddy, you're not supposed to leave the Weyr?" M'noq says, a teasing smirk on his lips. "Well, if these creatures are rare, it may not be easy to find one. So if we're still at this a few months down the line, you probably could find a way to slip your tether." He looks at her for a moment. "How about you? How have things been going with you? I'm sure the storm repair and the extra residents here doesn't help your workload."

Now Amani gives M'noq a feigned glare, sipping more carefully now. The idea of "slipping her tether," however, earns another smirk. "I'll certainly give it a try," she says before returning his gaze, giving a little sigh and a tip of her head. "It's doesn't. But I'll take keeping tabs on repair work over going through the flood of complaints we've gotten after Mayte and Va'os' letter went out. We can only do so much, and I only know how to say that so many ways."

M'noq hums and nods sympathetically. He doesn't do a lot with Weyr relations, except with very particular missions, under orders from Weyrleadership, but he hears about a lot of it. "Well, I figure it will have to be repaired eventually. Or the various residents will become fully settled elsewhere, whether that is at another Hold, or gone back North, or here at the Weyr. If there is anything you need my assistance with, I hope you won't hesitate to ask."

"Everything will," Amani says of repairs. "Everything that can be, anyway. And I think some…residents…have already tried taking it upon themselves to fully settle elsewhere, whether they've done it legally or not." Cryptic, that, but if she's referring to something specific, it'll likely come up in a meeting very soon. M'noq's offer earns a warm smile, and she reaches to his arm again, this time letting the gesture linger more easily with a little squeeze of gratitude. "And if you ever need anything, M'noq, feel free to come to me, too. I also want to hear more about that animal; you've got me curious now." Though she won't be running out into the jungles to try spying it herself any time soon, of course, much as she may be tempted.

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