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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-02-18 03:21 pm

[ february ii log ]

Who: Everyone
What: Traitors exposed, celebrations had, sleight hands passing cards under the table. And so begin the preparations for what is soon to come.
When: February 18th - 28th
Where: Barrayaran camp / Cetagandan base
Warnings: Torture (interrogations thread)

Quick links:
Riverfall
Barrayar: Barrayaran camp / Party / Missions
Cetaganda: Cetagandan base / Moon-poetry party / Missions


The harsh weather rages on, which temperatures still averaging far below freezing, and the wind is still strong. But things are a little less dire for the outsiders, and for the exotics -- well, they have their own chills to deal with.

riverfall
Riverfall village is your typical Dendarii mountain village, which means it's small, humble, and mostly poor. This is the most rural of the rural around here, a little backwater even by Barrayaran standards. Most of the villagers live in houses of wood and stone built themselves or by ancestors. Despite the cold, there are plenty of people outside at any given time -- working, mostly, because the daily grind stops for no one, but even the occasional group of children taken over by fits of cabin fever. The village is built up against a rocky mountain face, from the top of which the eponymous waterfall flows into the river that borders the west edge of the village and continues down the mountain. The place isn't exactly hidden, but if you don't know your way around, it'd be hard to find without a native guide.

The villagers are wary of the outsiders at first, even more than the soldiers had been -- the rural Dendarii are as superstitious as they come -- but, slowly convinced of their good intentions, start to warm to them. They're a blunt, hardy people, largely uneducated and tending toward the most extreme of Barrayaran sensibilities, but they are undeniably fierce. The General Count trusts them, so they'll be more or less civil (by Barrayaran standards, anyway), but you might catch the occasional scrutinizing, watchful stare. With Cetagandans in camp and exotics among them, they border on hostile, especially those who are visibly nonhuman. They keep their heads down enough to keep from getting into trouble with the soldiers, but they do not like you at all.

Not everyone in Riverfall speaks English -- Russian is everyone's first language, and only about half the village has any passable command of English. Thankfully, the village's Speaker Yakiv Gura speaks English, if heavily accented. They're clearly stretching to the limit to help the camp, but to the Dendarii, there's no higher act than one in the Count's service, especially when it comes to fighting this war.

barrayar
Even after scoring themselves a little extra food, morale in the camp is at an all-time low. The miserably dangerous weather hasn't let up, food is still heavily rationed, and everyone is still at least a little tired, cold, and hungry all of the time. It doesn't help that they've lost a few soldiers in the last couple of weeks, and in Riverfall, too, some villagers have died of the cold despite their relative warmth and safety, mostly children. This is hardly the first harsh winter they've faced, but that doesn't stop the inexorable loss that comes with it. Some villagers may be somberly putting their loved ones to rest in the village graveyard when the outsiders are in town.

But Piotr finally calls Negri out as a spy sent by his aide-de-camp Captain Ezar Vorbarra, partly to deliver a message and partly to test Piotr, because Ezar loves coy bullshit. However, he does learn that both Ezar and Prince Xav Vorbarra, Olivia and Sonia's father, are en route to Vorkosigan's District with relief supplies from Beta Colony secured by Xav's ambassadorial connections and tireless lobbying. Once Piotr judges it safe to release this information, it bring with it a bit of hope -- and to seal the deal, Piotr and Olivia arrange a celebration of sorts in the village.

Finally outing the ring of reason in the camp helps to bolster morale, too. Vorhalas is interrogated, and the names of his co-conspirators are revealed: Lieutenant Boris Vortala, who killed himself in disgrace shortly after his fast-penta interrogation at ghem-General Zefyst's hand, and their commander Captain Aaron Vorbataille. Vorbataille has, of course, already started to make his escape -- but with the help out of the outsiders, he won't get very far. Once Piotr is satisfied with Vorbataille's interrogation as well, both men are put to execution, but not by beheading as Doctor ghem-Miko: the sentence for treason is death by public starvation and exposure, and in this weather, it doesn't take long. They are publicly and emphatically denounced as traitors with no honor to speak of, sending a very clear message. Although this might seem like a gruesome sight to the outsiders, to the Barrayarans this is simply how it goes, and very few of them are sorry to see these traitors suffer, particularly as Vorhalas was the one responsible for their food shortage in the first place.

Reports from those soldiers and outsiders who were in the village at the same time as the Cetagandan field science team present the General Count with another troubling problem, however: the implications of the Cetagandans building a device that could control this phenomenon are terrifying, particularly to this threadbare resistance movement. But sabotage seems hardly a worthy solution, either. This is the only lead they have on sending the outsiders home, and so many of them have already put their lives on the line for the cause of a planet that otherwise nothing to most of them. There would be no honor in robbing them of their only chance to return home. But whether they should continue to allow the Cetagandans to proceed with their research or try to find a way to copy their plans themselves, a dubiously possible venture at best, weighs heavily on his mind. It only complicates his strategic concerns further, but by his military orders in the next couple of weeks, at least one thing is clear: he wants Cetagandan bodies.

camp
Morale is critically low among the soldiers, particularly after a few casualties during a recent skirmish with a Cetagandan patrol, but spirits definitely begin to lift with news of relief. The soldiers are now more or less accustomed to the outsiders' place in the camp, and they're even starting to become a little friendlier toward them, particularly those who've been involved in the war effort. They might invite outsiders to play card or dice games with them, or share a conversation over an admittedly meager meal, or better still, bond with them in the true Barrarayan form: over a lot of alcohol.

Negri has more or less built himself a niche in the camp, and doesn't look like he's going anywhere any time soon. But he isn't the only spy around. They desperately need a man on the inside, particularly with the troubling news about the wormhole device, and right now, that man is Byerly Vorrutyer. Starting next month, Piotr is sending him on assignment to infiltrate the Cetagandan base under the cover of a cowardly collaborator.

party
By the time they have the party on the 21st, the villagers have warmed up to the outsiders a little, but they don't really bond until the party. With what little they have to share, they scrape together as much of a feast as they can: not much, but by this month's standards, any hot meal prepared with fresh ingredients seems absolutely decadent. And because this is Barrayar there is, of course, plenty of liquor, that Barrayaran moonshine maple mead not the least among them, and there's no shortage of wine or vodka, either.

The hillfolk light lanterns all around the village and raise large tarps to cover the open center of the village where they usually hold gatherings. Inside, protected from the wind and lit by the bonfire and braziers placed around the perimeter, it's actually almost warm. Every villager who's ever laid hand to an instrument seems to gather there to play music all night long, an energetic mix of lively folk music and raucous drinking songs. Anyone with any musical talent would be welcome to join them as well. There's plenty of dancing, too, very little of it formal or complicated, but everyone's having a good time for the first time in weeks, maybe months, and the mood is infectious. By the end of the night, morale seems to have risen overall, and people in camp have something real to look forward to. The partygoing visitors are put up in warmed tents within the tarped village center or in the villagers' homes where they have room. Come morning, they'll head back, but for just one night, it's almost like there isn't even a war on.

missions
Outsiders have been assisting with moving supplies between the camp and Riverfall all throught he rest of the month, and it mostly goes smoothly. Vorbataille is caught on the 20th, although he and Vorhalas aren't publicly executed until a few days later, when Piotr is satisfied with the intelligence he's extracted. By the time he gets Vorbataille's name out of Vorhalas, the traitorous Captain has already fled -- but thanks to Carolina, Duv and Zarya, he's dragged back to camp for his interrogation.

That evening, Maine and William have the misfortune of encountering a dragon -- Darkstalker is on a mission with a Cetagandan patrol, and they run right smack into each other. A fight breaks out, but ultimately Darkstalker and the Cetagandans come out on top, and the outsiders and Barrayarans are forced to retreat -- but not before managing to kill a Cetagandan soldier or two, just barely escaping with one of the bodies.

Miles finds himself in a terrible position when a guard patrol shift goes horribly wrong in a skirmish against some Cetagandans, resulting in the death of their squad leader and a very ugly aftermath.

Zarya, William, Beth and Miles are in Riverfall with some Barrayaran soldiers on a supply run when a Cetagandan field science team arrives with a few exotics in tow. This is a rare chance to learn more about the Cetagandans' scientific exploits, and among other things, they find out that whatever it is that brought them here, the Cetagandan scientists are convincede it has something to do with the wormhole that collapsed 700 years ago.

The unabridged mission writeup is here.

cetaganda
The Cetagandans are a notoriously tight-lipped bunch, but they're blowing away most of the smoke surrounding their wormhole science research. As has been alluded, they're currently working on a device to harness the phenomenon that brought all the exotics here in the first place, and hopefully find a way to send them all home with it. They invite any exotics with scientific expertise to a series of interviews about neurology, astrophysics, and mechanical engineering. None of the advisement they receive helps to solve one of their most critical problems -- that of generating a Necklin field to match the one that must have surrounded each exotic -- but it certainly puts them closer to their goal, particularly in the area of neurology, and they're hardly going to stop there. But it's clear that the mathematicians and astrophysicists on base don't have sufficient expertise to solve the most complex equations before them. But on the brighter side of things, in the interest of this scientific exchange, they're letting the lab techs help a little more beyond just grunt work.

Meanwhile, the genetics project that seems so strange and arcane to the exotic carries on, largely behind the scenes, although Diya is increasingly at odds with her husband and even some of her senior staff, particularly the precocious Amai ghem-Soren. But there is very real purpose behind it -- and far more than just one -- and Diya d'Zefyst is a woman of great ambition. And more than anything else, she is haut.

Unfortunately, the relative peace on base is abruptly broken when Daryl, Lakshmi and Wash all manage to escape in a wild breakout attempt on the 25th. York and Ratchet are left behind, and as a result, some of their privileges revoked. They're now being watched a little more closely as a result.

base
Overall, despite simmering tensions under the surface and the miserable weather, life on base seems to be going more or less smoothly around them. The Cetagandans have had some recent victories against the Barrayarans, so morale is high. Unfortunately, after the breakout they begin cracking down on security with the exotics -- going back to treating the exotics a little more like they did when they first arrived. They aren't under guard, but after the 25th, they are being watched.

They still maintain that insistent veneer of civility, however, breaking only in cases where they feel the need or security risk is significant enough. The ghem on base remain overall cordial and courteous to the exotics as they ever were, which is to say considerably and always with a touch of smug superiority. With her success at the party earlier this month followed by her performance in the moon-poetry garden, the often-sequestered Amai ghem-Soren is seen more around the base.

moon-poetry party
The moon-poetry party is about three hours long and steeped in ceremony, each participant taking their turn to recite. This is, apparently, not a recitation of one's own work, but rather selections of classical Cetagandan poems, and in so referencing something culturally ubiquitous, each makes a statement in its mere selection and juxtapositions. If you pay close enough attention, you might notice that each participant has very subtly coordinated their outfits to further complement the theme of their recitation. Although there is a definite dignity to the party, it doesn't take much to pick up on the fact that this is yet another arena ghem use to try and socially one-up one another. Among the participants are both the Chief Medical Officer Colonel Faro ghem-Naru and Doctor Amai ghem-Soren, whose performance was especially well-received, the theme apparently being something about subtle passions.

missions
The science interviews with the exotics go more or less well, although not quite so hopeful as the Cetagandans were hoping. They do, however, learn some things about FTL travel in other worlds as well as other kinds of neural implants.

On the evening of the 21st, York, Natasha and Kaidan accidentally bear witness to what is clearly some kind of travesty: clearly a human being, but both overgrown and underdeveloped, and exhibiting powers of hydrokinesis and psychic empathy, referred to only as a ba.

On the 23rd, Jasper, Lapis, Pearl and Darkstalker accompany some soldiers and a field science team to Riverfall village, coinciding with a visit from some outsiders and soldiers. They encounter some outsiders while there but also pick up a bit on what it is the Cetagandans are doing -- that the Necklin field problem still remains their biggest problem, and they've been getting conflicting orders from the higher ups lately.

The unabridged mission writeup is here.

Note: Negri and Zahal are available for threads by request only this round. Please hit up Madi or Ammay respectively if you want threads with either of those NPCs. You can also request a thread with Village Speaker Yakiv Gura if you want, in which case hit up Madi.
shri: (» and all their faces blur)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-04 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ It is the only thing that matters to her, it has been for years. Home, the weight of that Empire crushing down - not just on her, on Jhansi or even just India alone. A hundred other countries under the yoke of the British Empire. From that Great Southern Continent to the furthermost parts of the Americas. ]

What year?
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-03-04 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
1947. August 15th, if you wish the date as well.

[ A commonly known day of celebration. But she doesn't know it, or pretends not to. Satya is no longer precisely sure what is going on here, but it is certain that she will not leave without answers of her own.

Her eyes narrow. ]


Who are you?
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-04 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's just very quiet and small in his corner, occasionally picking up the bottle again to sip at it. It's a hell of a subject. ]

Indeed. Not that it will do much good. [ A slight headshake. ] I can risk trying to improve events at the cost of my own existence. Or resign myself to the deaths of millions of people because I want to live.

[ The same logic goes for his family. ]
protocol: (► flabby beer pathetic lot)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-04 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ One that he can offer no solutions for -- the only reason he'd asked was to see if he had something, anything, that he could. Possibly help with. He hopes it won't come across as -- selfish, but just like before what he can offer is just. Solidarity. And what little he can give pales in comparison to having millions of lives on one's conscience, but.

A breath. ]


I don't mean to go back to my world.
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-04 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Miles jolts at that, whirling to stare at him. There's something he'd never really considered. ]

What? Why? What are you going to do?
protocol: (► not for us the kind of lux)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-04 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
There's people back there waiting for me, who depend on me, but I'm not going back.

[ Just looking back at him steadily, and it's clear he's thought this through, at great length. At least Miles seems a little distracted now. ]

There's -- someone here. [ He skips around the someone, just instinctively, even though it won't at all be difficult for Miles to figure out. ] Ten years from my past. I failed them once. Someone else, too.
shri: (» their legacy's too hard to take)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-04 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Another sixty years, give or take.

But that means nothing, nothing to the surety that it would happen. It would, she could make sure of it, she would give all of herself to that cause and in the end - her eyes only glance back to her briefly.
]

You have already named me.
Edited 2017-03-04 03:48 (UTC)
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-03-04 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Already...

And now is when surprise takes hold of her expression, a quiet still shock that settles through her as realization sinks in. The woman in front her, bloodied and battle-hardened, now suddenly seems to make much more sense to her given the context. ]


Lakshmibai. You...are The Rani?

[ A figure of legend. There are statues in her honor. Yet she stands here, aged far beyond what history says should be possible, but alive. ]
shri: (» but if we go we go together)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-04 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ She nods, slowly, the once. As much as need to be said, if there was anything to say. So far as she has never needed the fanfare, even when she had it. As it stands, such things are beyond her, now. Grey and tired, it's strange again to be known. Even when they had forced her to say it, it hadn't meant anything. Queens were strange enough to half those she met, and the Barrayaran were another matter entirely.

The anonymity allowed some freedom, truth be told, the same as why she had not hurried to inform Galahad.
]

That fought the English at Jhansi, Kelpi and Gwalior.
Edited 2017-03-04 05:02 (UTC)
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-04 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Neither of them is in any rush to move. York's other hand drifts over to their joined ones, tracing patterns on the back of Ratchet's. Living alone in a suit if armor for the past year has made him pretty contact starved, and this is one of the few good things about being stuck here. He's free of that constant barrier between him and other people. He can see their faces, look them in the eye, touch them. It's all a very human need, and he wonders how Ratchet's adjusting -- or if he's always liked this much contact.

"You could, but then I couldn't demonstrate anything." He could give instructions, but finding his own knots might be difficult. And... "And I'd probably get pretty distracted having you on top of me."
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[personal profile] komarran 2017-03-04 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, my only regret is I won't be able to take notes to hide for later.

[ And then rewrite entire sections of his dissertation, but the first-hand, personal account would be invaluable. ]
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-03-04 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ What does it change, in truth?

Nothing of what she knows, save that she thinks she understands. Fighting for the freedom of their people is what the Rani of Jhansi is famous for, but could she say her people would be what they are had they not known British rule? Even now they maintain some of their customs, traces of the old Empire.

And they are strong, now. A global power. None could deny that. No, things had happened as they were meant to, and she composes herself after a moment, though her expression is a bit tighter now. A bit more aware. ]


You are well-known for it.
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[personal profile] shri 2017-03-04 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ She does her best not to be bitter - but time has it's cost, and she was not free of paying it. Her mouth twists wry and it could barely be called a smile. An old woman staring back out of a young woman's face. ]

Am I? That is not my place to say.

[ Not so much humility, but understanding. It was not for her to decide what her legacy would be, it was only for her to try and do what she could. The rest, the rest was history's choice. ]

... Are they... has there been peace since they left?
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-03-04 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Not always. A great war ravaged the world years ago, when I was but a child. But we are at the heart of its reconstruction.

[ She presses closer still to the cage, nearly close enough to touch now. To register the strangeness of the wear on her, the odd way she seems both a woman in her prime and barely held together by an unnamed something. ]

Your people have built a Utopaea. A city of light to shelter those left in the ruins. The world looks to us as a beacon of hope, of restoration. That is our legacy.
shri: (» i tie it and untie)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-04 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Relief, at times, can be shocking as bullet fire, a straight through wound. The Enfield left such exit wounds, she remembered, bitterly murmured: bigger wounds than even the British thought they would. It rocks her through just the same, the same as the Hessian that had ripped clean into and out of her shoulder. Than the Lycan that through her bodily into a wall and shattered every bone from the shoulder down. Then being sliced from calf to hip in the drag of a Vampire's claws.

A hundred, hundred wounds, a thousand, thousand deaths and none of them leave her half so weak as knowing her homeland is safe.

It feels like that now, like she cannot breathe, like her body is aching with its own weight. The way that at first, it feels like nothing but a weightless dizziness and then it everything at once, burning and searing even in places she had not been struck. The walls of her cage cool something that feels so feverish within her. That longs to rip free and taste that future for herself that will not be kept in here, and now. Must tell herself, it is an effect of the sickness, of her being without the blackwater so long at the encroachment of death that makes her feel so free. Her arm braces her as she leans in, her breath slow.

She needs to hold steady, to hold fast, she cannot give into that wave that yanks down, now. She must wait, wait to see them all. She takes one breath as if to force herself to keep doing it, then again. That is the trick of centuries, Sir Bors murmuring as they looked over the walls in preparation together, you just keep breathing. Breathing to take it all in, because there aren't words, they would be paltry murmurs that come from a foolish tongue in this moment.

She looks up, all flat and hunted and not kept, not at all kept, she will never stay in these rooms.
]

Thank-you, daughter, for telling me such things. [ Meets her eyes, brief. Grief and gratitude held in the same fingers that did not know how to let either of them go. ]
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-03-04 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Satya has gone still again, watching the news take its course through her. It seems to transform her within, though without she remains unchanged. Battered, caged, and desperate for escape. There is something in her that seems even now to strain at the walls that contain her.

Why? Why continue to fight? Perhaps it is all she knows, perhaps she is in fact some wrathful spirit of the Rani made flesh, unable to rest, knowing only the battle of liberation and rebellion because that is what formed her image. That is what is remembered, carried even now in the stories of their people.

But it is not then. This is not India, and the fight is so very different. Yet still there is hope. If she truly hopes the best for this people, maybe she can yet be reasoned with.

That one word knocks her argument from her lips.

For the first time in years, decades, she feels suddenly small. When was the last time she heard that word in reference to her? She is no one's daughter, the product of Vishkar if anything. They are not her family, but they formed her, gave her their gift if she would use hers for them. It is an arrangement, an understanding. They are building a better world...

She gave up -- she was taken from -- her family in order to do so. She understands -- she was told, time and again -- what it meant.

Without her, none of it would be possible.

She stares at Lakshmi, blinking once, attempting silently to will that smallness, that momentary vulnerability back beneath her shields where it belongs. ]
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[personal profile] shri 2017-03-04 07:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ She gives him a smile, her head politely bowing with it in her thanks, and with it comes an easiness. ]

And what may I do for you in return?
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[personal profile] shri 2017-03-04 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ She looks at him, bemused, and Miles... have you forgotten to whom you're talking? ]

Do I?
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[personal profile] shri 2017-03-04 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
Better is a word for it, she supposes, no longer slowly sliding towards death is the truth of it. But since that can never be anyone's knowledge, she nods slowly. "Well enough, now, and hope to be so soon. It seems I... needed a respite."

Which is the easiest way of saying what it was to spend long unconscious hours after he and Washington had done the best to keep her moving, keep her awake and not slip until she was safe too.
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[personal profile] shri 2017-03-04 08:20 am (UTC)(link)
Quiet that they can both feel, quiet is such an awful thing. The quiet of a cell, the quiet after battle, the quiet that comes with realising you will never go home again. It has many qualities, and not least amongst them, the ability to rot. Like a river carving a canyon wider, and wider, and wider, until it was possible how to ever cross it.

There's no point in pretending about it otherwise. So she doesn't. Simply she shifts, arranging the sewing in her lap to be out of her way even as she moved it closer, ignoring it for the moment and instead she pats the spot she had just vacated. "Come, for a moment."

She could say no, and it wouldn't be an insult, just an offer, the same as she had given her before. If involving a lot less impromptu dragging her off this time.
shri: (» the future runs through our bones)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-04 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well he has her on that, doesn't he? She smiles despite her, despite how she'd like to say something hard and unforgiving about not making presumptions of her but - that wasn't the point was it? Seeking him out now. ]

I could not sleep, and... they are a little like home. [ She looks to the horse, where she keeps looking for another treat from them. ] She is, she is proud, in her own way. Doesn't like it when people try to get into her food. Nipped the Gelding over there more than once when he's tried to assert himself. [ She jerks her head over at the big male who was sleeping still in the stall next to her. ]
Edited 2017-03-04 08:46 (UTC)
protocol: (► baby i master dominate excluded)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-04 11:49 am (UTC)(link)
Wash just stands quietly aside, waiting for her to finish with the horse, and he's -- clearly a little distracted, now. Lakshmi. He hasn't spoken a real word to her since they'd both arrived back here in the Cetagandan base, awkwardly nodding and looking away whenever their eyes end up meeting. He'd stayed for days by her bedside when she was first recovering here, talking with Maine and in silence, but she would have no way of knowing he did, unless she'd asked after it. He watches her from afar, now, to check in with her, and does what he can to slip away from somewhere before she sees him.

"She should," he says after a while, warm, genuine. Lakshmi had been a good teacher, even under their strange circumstances. "Not too sure I'd attend, though."

He's just pretty sure Lakshmi would rather not talk to him.
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[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-04 12:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There is still such a gap between them, and Wash desperately wishes he could do something about it, that he could bridge it. It is good to hear her voice, to have her smile to him as if there's nothing strange between them, but they both know there is, and that fact just sits there, between them, unavoidable.

A little like home, she says. He wants to offer sympathy, comfort. Ask her about Jhansi, maybe, would it help to talk about it? But god, everything he knows about her. It doesn't feel like his place to ask anything. To say anything. ]


Sounds like a mare that suits you. [ . . . He hopes that won't be misconstrued. Proud, assertive -- like her Sarangi apparently had been. ] I hope to be able to learn to ride.
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-04 12:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Someone here? Who is Wash even friends with from home? The list is short ... Miles pulls up York, of course, and Maine seems a contender. Carolina? Shit. He's really not sure, so he decides to take a guess and see what happens. He figures Wash might correct him if he's wrong. York he knows nothing about, Carolina seems entirely capable, which leaves ... ]

Maine?
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[personal profile] shri 2017-03-04 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She forces the normality, the conversation as calm and rational between them. Private so that they can work out the... pauses, the silences, that she doesn't want to have in front of anyone. Least of all his comrades especially. ]

You will. I will teach you. It will be part of your training.

[ Firm, she carries on like it was never in question. ] Your horse must be part of you, you must know it better than yourself so you can move together. Is that not right? [ She leans close to the mare, and she murmurs quiet, soft, into her ear. Quiet words in Hindi that aren't - anything particular, truthful, just warm praise that the mare noses back in interest for the different kind of words. ]