Logs:(Not So) Sleepy Starry Night
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| RL Date: 26 May, 2013 |
| Who: Ilicaeth, Solith |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Solith gets too nosy for her own good, but Ilicaeth helps her sleep (again) anyway. |
| Where: High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 26, Month 10, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
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| It's late. Isn't it late? She should be asleep. Shouldn't she? Shouldn't he? But there's a movement of air, a whisper of air as though down the back of his short, strong neck. Wake up. At least, if he isn't awake already. (To Ilicaeth from Solith) He *is* asleep...and Ilicaeth's dreams are a mix of dark and light only hinted at with the occasional gust of sands in rainbows of color. (To Solith from Ilicaeth) It's an unusual freedom, and so Solith goes browsing: not of a mind to wake him up, now, but rather to be entranced by what patterns that dark-and-light make, where the colors appear and where they vanish once again. (To Ilicaeth from Solith) And this time she 'browses' in his mind...somewhat like the times that he and his rider - linked tightly mind-to-mind - went 'browsing' in the surface thoughts of all their clutchmates at times...when they were fast asleep. Ilicaeth, though, is a warrior, and possesses a warrior's honed senses. After some longer seconds have passed, his 'gut' stirs, and troubles the blue's mind that something is not quite as it should be... A faster, steady rise to consciousness occurs in time with a massive gust of dark-grey sands which obscure everything...a pair of rather cold green eyes observing within them, if only they were truly noticable. (To Solith from Ilicaeth) If only she'd gotten to see something interesting, first. As it is, she disappears within that gust by her very nature, which hides itself and her at the very same time. Not that even air can't be sniffed out, if only by what should be freshness but now bears a subtly vinegary tinge. (To Ilicaeth from Solith) There's no vinegar within the blue's mind, nor within his rider's, so after he's carefully touched Alida's consciousness and discovered nothing but normal sleep, Ilicaeth sends more - if smaller in more innocuous - whirls of lighter grey sand out of the main mass, their bone-dry particles most-likely instantly absorbing those scent molecules, and leading his mind along their trail. (To Solith from Ilicaeth) She quivers, then seeks to extricate herself, discernable now not only by scent but by movement that isn't his own, a different sort of whirl that would like to go up and out. Or, perhaps, over and out. (To Ilicaeth from Solith) Ah, *now* he recognizes who it is! Where before he was stalking, Ilicaeth now grins to himself, and mentally pounces upon the place where that scent and motion combination are the strongest, his sands transforming into steely colors shot through with clear, deep hints of green. « Gotcha! » It's a nearly adult baritone, filled with the pleasure in a 'hunt' well-ended, and some warm familiarity. (To Solith from Ilicaeth) There's a hiss, but one that's punctured and rather more like a squeak, shushing out between those steely pouncing claws. « Ilicaeth! » Solith, of course. His voice may be nearly adult, but hers is still so young... if not so much as it has been. (To Ilicaeth from Solith) The blue's pretty mellow for someone having been woken from their nightly sleep, and with Solith's hiss-squeak, his sands instantly shift from steel to gold, lifting the green's 'scent' while also being bouyed by her air. « Solith! » A rumbling chuff of easy, low laughter is heard, followed by the faint scent of aloe and sagebrush. « What're *you* doin' up, toots? » (To Solith from Ilicaeth) Up, up, and away! Solith doesn't argue with that for the moment, staying within reach for the moment rather than vanishing further. « I'm awake, » she sighs, as though it were a secret. Her rider certainly sleeps, and in that case, what's a dragon to do? (To Ilicaeth from Solith) « That's pretty apparent... » the blue responds around a sudden yawn which makes a deep, dark hole within his lightly dancing sands for a moment. « You need somethin'? » is inquired laconically, even while golden sands twirl with hints of reflective mica and quartz, darting in and out of her airy updraft. (To Solith from Ilicaeth) It's a dark hole around which her presence swirls for a moment, as though it would go down the drain, but then somehow she escapes the gravitational pull. Perhaps it has to do with that darting, and Solith wonders wistfully, « Would you help me sleep? » Let those reflective bits pull her attention into something more like a haze, let her drift off, as at times he has before. (To Ilicaeth from Solith) That yawn of his was the dark, and 'starry' (more like mica and quartz-bearing) 'hole' of the blue's own sleep, and if she'd have fallen into it and been influenced, Solith might've just passed out soundly on the spot. As it is... « Mhm... » It's a simple answer, but quite direct, as Ilicaeth's golden sands shift towards a splendid summer night scene picked directly from Alida's mind: dark purple mountains reaching up to the deepest midnight blue sky, no moons seen within. And all about, glittering shifts of the blue's mica and quartz wink and flicker through the air like stars falling from the heavens...their fainter glints in the vault of the sky mimicing stars...and the occasional shooting star. It's almost hypnotic, perhaps surprisingly lovely for one of his mind...and quite relaxing. (To Solith from Ilicaeth) It's beautiful. Solith doesn't wonder at its presence within him, but instead marvels at it, the depth of shade and the faint glitter that entrances. She does relax, does drift, the air warm and restful as that same summer's night that surely couldn't have been so very long ago. She drifts and, at length, drifting becomes dreams. (To Ilicaeth from Solith) He too is enchanted by the skyscape, and - faintly - a hint of Ilicaeth's fierce devotion to his lifemate might be felt within those mountains and sky, though quieted. And, after Solith's drifting turns to peaceful dreams, the craggy blue spreads a mental blanket composed of all those reflective drifts of quartz over the green, then turning to his sound-asleep rider. Another mind-cover composed of the entire mountain-sky-'stars' scene is lightly draped over her, the blue creating a starry 'black hole' within part of it, which he soon allows himself to fall/fly head-first into. And near-instantly, he too is asleep. (To Solith from Ilicaeth) |
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