Logs:AU: Consonance
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| RL Date: 27 April, 2016 |
| Who: Ellerey |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: There's something to be said about great minds thinking alike. |
| Where: AU: HR Weyr; Ruatha |
| When: Day 8, Month 12, Turn 28 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Warm. |
| Mentions: Farideh/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Z'kiel/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: A quick vig in response to Jocelyn's AU, which made me smile. Short and sweet. My fingers were itching to write a bit. |
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| She would be home soon enough... after the feasting was done, of course. Even a homesick trader could hardly pass up a Weyr hatching feast, with its spirits and special foodstuffs...and maybe even a quick tryst with one of those randy, fetching rider-types. Ellerey knew it in her bones that she'd not find any sort of lifemate out on those golden Sands, and so she was a bit less nervous than most of the other candidates, the tall woman adroitly ducking and sidestepping more and more baby dragons that wobbled or careened their ways towards their proper humans. She did - again, just like most of the others about her - give a small hitch of breath when the orangey-golden little queen erupted from her shell, but there wasz little time to do more after that than concentrate on avoidance of injury and a few quiet congratulations to any lucky Impresees nearby. Once, though, she managed to allow her brown eyes to lift and quickly scan the Galleries above...and rather luckily manage to locate Z'kiel's long, studious face. He was watching her...and a couple of others Ahtzudaeth had chosen as 'missing something.' Crazy bronze. It was within those last handful of seconds of her inattention that Ellerey met her match...almost twice over. As the orangey-gold moved around, taking her sweet time to get the full measure of what was offered to her, the final egg in the clutch popped open, releasing a dark, almost midnight toned green, who moved with furtive motions that Elle missed in her preoccupation. It was the visceral little green that bowled her over, left gouge and rake marks on Ellerey's flesh as she made for whoever was standing to the trader's flank, but it was the gold who quickly enough followed, halting just before a curled-up Elle and gently nuzzle the young woman. « I'm here, Elle. She *didn't* have to run you down.. » The queen's firm, no-nonsense, irritated mental voice struck the woman like water in the face, making her slowly uncurl, sit up, and stare at the dragonet. Instantly, she was at home in a way that the trader in her had never experienced. Everything just...clicked. Surprise-surprise. Even now, a couple of Turns later, Ellerey still found it almost creepy how utterly intertwined she and Ilvaraeth had become. Oh, they were individuals, to be sure, but almost all of the two beings bore at least tiny traces of the other. Time had only further bonded them, mind and soul...and sometimes in body, in a way, when the woman sat astride her dragon and they flew as nearly one. At least they had one another - both dragon and woman practical and down-to-earth - though both *could* show a fiery temper, if so inclined. It wasn't so with the other weyrwomen, though. No matter how much she tried (and how much Ilvaraeth worked to coach both of them), the human half of this equation just never would really fit in. An outsider, a boundless Trader, and a very 'individual' personality, Ellerey sometimes found herself unable to hold back a bit of vitriol or frank assessment with Irianke and Farideh. At least she could operate decently most times with K'del, which was a scant boon. Most times nowadays, Ellerey was seen escaping the Weyr that birthed her lifemate, the pair winking Between to some other place nearly as soon as their duties were finished. The urge, the NEED to move about never left the woman, and Ilvaraeth rarely denied her human. They were too close for the queen NOT to feel how keen that need was. « They're talking about us again, I'd bet... » the orangey-gold's clipped mind voice 'smirked' thinly as she winged them up as quickly as her large body would allow, the late summer thermals kissing her hide, making her large 'sails almost billow. « They can talk all they want... » Elle replied tartly, quickly directing her lifemate Between... with both appearing in the slightly clouded skies near Ruatha a few heartbeats later. Her family would be somewhere near there on their long trip back towards their wintering grounds at Southern Boll. « It might be *us* to go... » Ilvaraeth replied phlegmatically, though she couldn't quite disguise the upwelling of anxious sorrow that came with her pronouncement. Three queens in an Interval Weyr were not only rare, they were a potential problem. And they were the youngest, too. Instantly, Ellerey reached out with mind and hands to soothe her lifemate as the gold stroked the air smoothly, bringing them closer and closer to the train of wagons that made up the woman's human family. She could hear her grandmother, mother, father ever now: 'It won't do to leave the Weyr so much.... Think of what the other weyrwomen might say...' Of course, they'd be delighted to see her, anyway, and would leave off the 'work talk' after the first few hours. And Ilvaraeth even let the trader children oil and bathe her, if she felt like it, which only endeared the two even more to the Traders. Still, Ilvaraeth was very happy to return back home to the cool rock and cool reception of her own Weyr, after the day (or sometimes pair of days) was done. She, like her rider, couldn't be anyone, anything other than what she was: she always needed to return HOME. « They may never make *either* of us leave... » Ellerey sighed to her lifemate, offering solace again, though her own irritation still bled through. Just like the Traders never really made them leave. If home was where the hearts(s) were, then the only place dragon and rider could fully call theirs was within themselves. |
Comments
Jocelyn (04:04, 28 April 2016 (PDT)) said...
This was fun to read! Thanks for sharing. :D
Alida (15:12, 28 April 2016 (PDT)) said...
Of course! Thanks for giving me a spark under my bum. ^^
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