Logs:A Brief Visit
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| RL Date: 16 November, 2014 |
| Who: Leova, Suireh |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Suireh visits Leova in the middle of her off the gridness. |
| Where: Leova's weyr |
| When: Day 13, Month 4, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
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| It is a spring night, 23:15 of day 5, month 4, turn 36 of Interval 10. A blue dragon alights on Vrianth's ledge, dropping off her passenger, and then disappears back up and between. Suireh stands, a duffle slung over her shoulders and a sharp breath drawn in to suck in that still-cold Reachian spring air. A shadow falls. A white plume flames out, Vrianth landing atop her stone, staring. Pale eyes level on the green dragon, considering her possession of this hole in the wall and a small smile creeps about the girl's mouth. Staring game with a dragon. Vrianth the whirling-eyed, Vrianth the sleek-winged, this Vrianth steals her tail about her paws and out and away again. It's a lithe tail, long, flicking its tip. Suireh only has her hair, but to move on her part would be to lose. So she doesn't move; only stares. Vrianth has her teeth to flash, pleased. Vrianth has her wings to splash out against the wind, silken silver between dark spars. Unwavering, the lithe girl just looks with eyes that are sunk a little too deep with shadows just a smidgeon too dark. The smile that was turns into a might have been, and then a was it ever. That makes it no game, no good one. Footsteps behind them precede her aunt's, her rider's, "The cider's warm for you." "In a bit." She's going to win this time, she will. "Suireh..." curves up at the end. She must remember what happened last time. That vibrant croon, that's not triumph but rather more vexed: her rider interfered. Her rider meets her niece with an open arm, a hug that's closer than it sometimes is, a, "Welcome back." "No," is the girl's terse answer, for mid-twenties that she is, here she's always somehow just a girl. "Just a visit, to see you." Still. "He's not here yet," but Leova is, ushering her into the weyr's warmth, where light reflects off the shutters' polished metal and steam rises from the promised cider. Suireh walks in, her duffle tossed along the wall just inside where curved walls become more square. "Thank you," she says simply, "It's nice to feel warm again." "Hungry?" Leova asks that, too. A beat skips. Then, "Yes," comes in a voice that carries a touch of shame. "Got something for that." If she can't fix everything for Suireh, she can fix that, rustling in the cupboard while Vrianth rustles into her weyr. "Leova?" Somewhere between admitting her hunger and the greenrider rustling off, arms snake around the older woman's waist and Suireh hugs tight. Oh, and Leova hugs her back, 'course she does: lets herself be hugged, makes herself remember to let her go. When Suireh wants, not before. Suireh's eyes close and she sighs, sinking into that hug. "Leova? Don't tell anyone I was here." "Anvori," Leova begins. Is he 'anyone'? Suireh's response of "What's there to eat?" is answer enough to that. Hug moment is over. Food moment comes next, though not as though not interrupted at all. There are so many things that can't be done, and then there is this. |
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