Logs:A Great Debt
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| RL Date: 25 April, 2015 |
| Who: R'hin, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: A talk about those who are meant for the Reaches. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 18, Month 8, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Rh'mis/Mentions, D'kan/Mentions |
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The rest of the bowl may be barren, grass barely surviving at best, but here by the lake, it's brilliantly green in the warmer months: thickening and thriving in the silty, boulder-dotted soil just before it transitions to soft sand and thence to the cool, clear water itself. A large freshwater lake fed by a low waterfall, it not only provides warm-weather bathing space for humans and dragons, but has one end fenced off as a watering hole for the livestock in the feeding grounds. The water there is often muddier than the rest of the clear lake, whose shallows drop off abruptly several yards out into deep water, and whose edge undulates against the coarse-hewn bowl wall: here close enough to just be bramble-covered rocks, there far enough away that a narrow land bridge divides the main lake from a smallish pond. Between are several rocky outcroppings that form excellent makeshift diving points, though only one -- across the bridge -- has a set of narrow, slippery, quite possibly tempting stairs. Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly warm evening. A breeze tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the air. It's a quiet evening, a warm evening, but not yet a dark evening; Solith lingers in the lake, half in and half out. Telavi's just shooed weyrlings back to the barracks and watches them go, hands on hips, accomplishment in her tired stance and slight, slightly lopsided smile. From out of the dark, a figure emerges; not a little, lost weyrling -- or at least not a weyrling or little -- R'hin stepping towards the greenrider's side and settling hands on his hips in a gesture echoing hers. Leiventh is back up on his perch up on the rim, not even the pale gleam of eyes betraying his location, however. It's when his footsteps become audible, not before-- unless it's the movement in her periphery, or some less-apparent sense-- that Tela tips her head to make sure. With her next breath out, she leans more on her near foot, rebalanced. Just in time for the nudge of his elbow into hers. "I remember that look," R'hin says. Her laugh is low, sparkling just at the very end. "What else does it remind you of?" "What else?" R'hin lowers his elbows, shoving hands into his pockets, head tilting to consider. "One of those -- have you seen those noisy avians, the geese? With all its little babies all in a row, so proud the first time they take a swim." "Fluffy, aren't they? At least, in the stories." Tela peeks at him sideways, to see that he isn't just a story. "They seem--" she yawns, uncontrollably. "There isn't a Rh'mis." His brows quirk upwards inquisitively, at her mention of the brownrider, perhaps. "Yet," he corrects. "He," she notes, "wasn't made. By us." "No. But he is ours." In the High Reachian sense, if not the wing sense. "He hasn't transferred." It's half-wondering. "Yet," is said again, this time with amusement from R'hin. Added, after a beat, "Should I escort you to bed? See you make it safely, unmolested by weyrlings, or baby geese, or otherwise?" "Yet," she doesn't disagree. "D'kan--" Telavi glances at him again, then. Gravely, "It is dangerous. And a great long distance. If you care to escort me, I should be beholden." "Not everyone is meant for the 'Reaches." Her answer makes the bronzerider purse his lips, thoughtfully. "A great debt. We can't have that, I'm afraid," and R'hin gestures, like he intends to let her go on her way, unmolested. "No?" Tela addresses both with that, with stepping past, with an uptilted smile. R'hin's "No," is said with a certainty, a tip of head towards Solith in his familiar, silent, salute. Telavi takes direction enough to look back at Solith, the green dragon curving her neck to look at them. She doesn't, for a moment, say anything at all. And neither does R'hin, for a moment. Then: "Keep an eye on her." It's directed at Solith, pitched enough to carry, and Telavi is given an unapologetic, brief, grin, before he's taking a step away, like he's intending to resume his walk in the other direction. If her sigh carries fond exasperation-- perhaps it's a compliment, in its way. Solith's eyes are blue. "Good night to you too." If he hears, it doesn't slow his pace out into the darkness. It doesn't mean that she goes to Solith, not until she really wants to go. |
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