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| RL Date: 4 November, 2015 |
| Who: Ellerey, T'gar, Virisceth, Asaroth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Two weyrlings talk while their 'odd' lifemates size each other up. |
| Where: HRW: Lake Shore |
| When: Day 9, Month 3, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Overcast. |
| Mentions: Lys/Mentions, V'ret/Mentions |
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| It's been a month since their babies were shelled, but - even with the rapid growth of all the dragonets - Virisceth is apparently -still- too dangerous with those gleaming teeth of hers to allow Ellerey to remove her thick 'feeding' gloves while popping chow into the green's maw. And now that they're done with that chore, the woman's indulging both of them with not only abandoning bloody gloves on the green's couch, but also in directing her lifemate out to the lake, so Viri can soak off the gore she nearly-inevitably leaves behind upon herself...and her human, as well. It takes the pair longer than usual to make it to the lake shore, given Virisceth's keen interest in various things that she comes across along the way, from a wherry feather through a stray blade of earliest Spring grass into a full-grown brown dragon. Said brown checks out the greenling from on high, and find himself chuffing and dancing his tailtips out of the way when Virisceth starts stalking them in that deeply-intent and rather disturbing way of hers. T'gar and Asaroth are already here, trying to soak up whatever they could find of sunlight. While the little bronze seems to be contemplating the complexities of the lake, his weyrling is settling nearby and looking out over the lake as well in silence. It's highly likely that the green weyrling pair has been spotted the moment they arrive to the shore despite their gazes not on them just yet. "Enough..." Ellerey's tired alto notes crisply to her lifemate stalking the departing brown's tail, Virisceth giving a creaky creel of dissatisfaction as she glances over her dark shoulder to Elle. "Bath, *now*." Give the large-for-her-color green a few moments of head-tossing and faint growing, and she's finally returning to her human's side, and allowing them to complete that journey to the lake...where the dragonling gives her ugly bronze brother a muted sort of shriek and rolling hiss rumble of greeting. Well, at least it stands in for what a typical dragon greeting would be, anyway. As Viri lopes with apparent preturnatural grace towards the water's edge, Ellerey offers a quick nod to T'gar, then following her dragon as closely as she can without getting herself wet. Ever since they all were escorted to the Barracks that first night of Impression, Elle's very rarely ever been seen leaving her daunting lifemate's side, and she still doesn't dare do that even now, given the other people and dragons in the vicinity. To the hissed greeting, there's a dead silence from Asaroth as the bronze watches the green goes towards the water. T'gar nods back to Ellerey as she passes, his eyes now falling on the bronze that watches them. Blue eyes land on scarred hands that he spies before he comments idly, "Where'd the scars come from?" As if he only now has noticed them. Apparently Virisceth is either used to Asaroth's personality, or the dark green simply ignores his lack of reaction. In either case, she's suddenly tripping, then plowing chin-first into the water, with the rest of her body willfully shoved in to follow, the green seeming to be uncaring of any potential discomfort on her own (or Ellerey's) account. "Jays..." the dark-haired woman mutters dourly of her lifemate, simply watching the green twist and roil in the water to clean herself...until T'gar speaks. A purposely drawn-out turn of head levels dark eyes upon the other weyrling, and the former-Trader finds herself responding with ample hints of snark, "-You're- certainly observant." A flick of gaze down to her hands finally has the woman looking back up in measured fashion to T'gar, murmuring, "She's...eager about her food." A jerk of chin is given to swimming Virisceth, her form now undulating serpentinely beneath the water. With Asaroth showing minute interest in Virisceth rolling in water - as if he's contemplating doing so as well - T'gar cut his gaze towards Ellerey for her snarky answer with a dry, "Yeah. Imagine someone being that." Pause. "She bites." It's not a question. Looking towards their silent dragons, he lifts up one of his hands to reveal the scars there as he adds, "He almost took a chunk out of my palm this morning, but he's getting better with it. Or I'm getting faster." Ellerey offers a small curl of lips into a snarky little smirk for T'gar's response, the woman's attention suddenly jerked to the water again as Virisceth mentally emits a casually random thought about finding some full-grown blue dragon's floating belly to be rather 'attractive.' There's an instant furrow of brows and a harsh pinching of face as Ellerey applies the mental brakes to her savage little lifemate, and - unseen beneath the waves - the greenling veers off, turns her thoughts to a small fish that suddenly flashes across her path. Stalk-stalk. Now that she can let her mind be a little more focused upon T'gar again, Elle slowly allows her stiffened form and face to unwind some, and belatedly responds to the other weyrling's statement, "Yeah." A long study of his own scarred hand and listening to the bronzer's own tale has the woman finally shaking her head a little, then rubbing at her forehead. "Probably faster." Beat. "You should use gloves." Like she does. "Not that they'll stop 'em for too much longer." Growing dragons mean growing teeth. "Yeah, thought of that belatedly," T'gar says of gloves, his hand dropping. "I tried them on and Asaroth nearly threw a fit. Well. If you can call the most horrible smell on Pern a fit." There's a snort to that, the weyrling settling back on elbows with his face lifting to whatever breeze could be found. "How's it going with yours, anyway?" he asks her now. "Since your green is....like Asaroth, it seems. Or Zoth, too, maybe." Elle's brows raise slightly at T'gar's word of Asaroth, and the woman finds herself staring at the bronzling, her expression wary, assessing. Aside, to the human part of this equation, she notes intensely, "Virisceth doesn't like it, either." And yet...Ellerey is still using her gloves. Word of the bronze 'smelling' is small reason - but enough - to have her looking back at her fellow Weyrling again, then wrinkling her nose a little. The inquiry makes her hesitate - Ellerey appearing guarded, guilty, concerned, and perhaps oddly surprised by turns - before she finally murmurs a faintly raspy, "Dealing with it." Wince. Her. Anyway, "And you?" Pause. "I don't...can't give much attention to others Weyrlings, right now." Just in case Virisceth decides to amble off on her own, pitch one of her own fits, or something potentially worse. "Why's that?" T'gar wants to know, with Ellerey answering about her not giving much attention to her clutchmates. Asaroth is watching her now, his head tilting slightly downwards before he settles back on haunches. "Does she require that much attention? What....is she like?" As for himself, there's a snort and a, "He's growing like a weed. A dirty weed. He likes tripped me up, too. Still doesn't like to talk. So, yeah. Dealing with it." There's a brief flash of a smile for Ellerey to see. "Guess we're having the hardest of it out of all of them. I think I saw Lys crying over her green the other day." Blink. Why? Really? That's the look on Ellerey's face for a moment before she smooths the expression away, and notes tiredly, "She can be very independent, when the mood hits her. She's incredibly..." Hands flex upon the air at her sides, fingers clenching up into fists, then loosening again. "Visceral." Beat. "Dangerous." Elle sounds dead serious. "Only when she's sleeping or drowsy can I take all of my attention off of her." Lovely way to exist: almost always on guard. No wonder the tall woman looks strung-out so often. Sigh. There's a ghostly hint of a smirk for T'gar being tripped up by his own bronze, Virisceth soon crawling out of the water and flashing her rather large teeth for a moment at her brother before she shakes water from her hide. The motion isn't dog-like at all, more a sleek cirling and whipping motion that's more tunnelsnake-like than anything else. Even as Ellerey casts her brown gaze to her stretching lifemate, she notes to T'gar, "She hasn't 'said' one real word to me yet, either." A quick look is spared for the other weyrling. "Is that...normal?" She sounds as if she's already judged that it's not. Perhaps it says a lot that the woman hasn't even bothered to try and join her lifemate, though Virisceth soon enough snakes her way towards her human, and then shoves her convex nose roughly into Elle's near hand. The sound the greenling makes is touched with pleasure at the contact, but not in the regular, dragon-croon fashion. Instead, there's a gutteral rumbling-hiss, and a low almost metallic thrum/glottal clicking. Ellerey cautiously observes her green, daring to glance over to Asaroth again while murmuring, "I did, too." Headshake. "Not that I don't think she doesn't have decent reason to feel however she does, but..." But. "She's got it easier than some." Asaroth watches those flashing teeth in his direction and hasn't moved an inch. A challenge, perhaps? "I don't think it's normal," T'gar answers on their dragons not talking. "All the other ones are having full-blown conversations by now. Guess it's normal for them, though. He doesn't seem distressed." Neither does Virisceth, as he looks the green over from where he sits. "What described though, it's similar to mine," he tells her. "I thought I'd talk to Quinlys about it. Well, it gives me a reason to, anyway." He drags himself up to his feet then, making a face as if he had just smelled something displeasing. Once Virisceth's done with rubbing her head into Ellerey's palm, the greenling shifts to wrapping her lengthening tail around one of her human's legs, then leveling her blue and red-flecked stare unwaveringly upon Asaroth. Perhaps oddly, the woman doesn't immediately clamp down on her lifemate to control her... Elle instead letting her hand fall back to her side as she nods once to T'gar as he speaks. "She, either." Again, and quite suddenly from Virisceth, there's another of her bizarre sounds, a rasping, shrieky-creaky kind of hissing rumble...and it's all for her brother, her teeth flashed again for a moment, her head undulated at him. Provocation? "I...I think I'll talk to her soon, too." She sounds a little disturbed. "I hope she's not like this all..." Swallow. All of her life. Their lives. Wince. And, just as the not-so-little green is lurching forward to try and perhaps headbutt (or worse) Asaroth, Ellerey's clamping her hand down more-than-firmly upon her lifemate's crest, and intoning roughly, "NO." Asaroth watches his clutchsister with calm blue colors swirling in his eyes. Even then, the green is coming and now, the little bronze shifts up with his head leaning forward. His posture says it all: Bring it on. But Ellerey is pulling her back and T'gar is lazy in calling out to him, "Alright, you must be hungry if you're about to-" He steps away now, looking towards the other weyrling with a brief, "Guess we better watch them. I should probably go feed him. Again." Asaorth is already making off from the shore, only slowing down to look back towards Ellerey and her green. It's good that Ellerey doesn't look freaked out (like she used to, much more often, a month ago) at Virisceth's provocation of her brother, the woman instead a mix of resigned, outraged, and yet in control. The green heeds her human, though the leaning bronzeling is offered a wicked little glottal gargle - a bizarre kind of chuckle? - before Virisceth takes up one of the sleeves of her human's long coat between wicked teeth, and lightly tugs her. Time to move on. Rip. "DAMN it..." Sigh. "Yeah...maybe more with each other. -She- doesn't think too many of the other werylings measure up fully...though she tolerates them." Mostly. "Later, T'gar." |
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