Logs:A New Batch
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| RL Date: 6 November, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, Ilicaeth, Azaylia, Hraedhyth, G'laer, Teisyth, L'sha, Rillaeth, Edyis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: The Weyrwoman gushes, a little green climbs Mt. Ilicaeth, and a couple of weyrlings get a chance to socialize. Or not. And there's an Edyis! |
| Where: Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 9, Month 3, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: The snowfall is light and intermittent throughout the day until it tapers off completely into a frigid night. The ground is damp, though very little sticks. |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions |
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| Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr Ringed by rough granite walls to all sides but one, this end of the huge bowl narrows from the even broader plain to the west, continuing the ever so slight downward slope toward the blue and green of the Weyr's lake and surrounding foliage. More open to sun and wind than the western bowl, but less frequented when there aren't weyrlings in residence, the bowl's grassy tufts keep the topsoil in place and thicken into a bloodstained meadow within the feeding pens that adjoin the lake. At the base of the surrounding cliffs lie entrances to several caverns, including the dragon infirmary and the weyrling barracks: the former to the northwest near where the spires begin, the latter opposite to the southwest. Both archways are large and dark enough for any dragon to pass through, but it's the infirmary's that is haunted by faint smells of redwort and numbweed, as though over generations they have seeped into the very stone. To the southeast, between the weyrling area and the lake, there are a handful of structures built into the floor of the bowl, standing out amidst otherwise an empty space.
This afternoon's snowfall might be the first snowfall Teisyth has seen, or it might just be the first snowfall Teisyth currently remembers seeing. Either way, the two foot tall blocky menace is capering about having the time of her life, maw opening to reveal snaggletoothed teeth and lolling tongue as she tries to catch the individual flakes. G'laer, dressed in his long brown cloak and uniform-style black fur-lined cap, doesn't look nearly so amused. In fact, he's anti-everything she seems to be just now, lips set in a thin line, eyes watchful but not amused by the antics. Done with duties for the day, Alida and Ilicaeth are found returning from the feeding grounds, where the blue just finished taking a 'snack lunch.' The pair are gliding over the main bowl... until Ilicaeth spots a certain rusty green weyrling dragon out there in the snow. A few exchanged words with his lifemate soon have his huge wings altering their planes, then soon enough cupping chilly air in a backwinging flurry to settle them down near the pair...his pinions leaving twin eddies of swirly snowflakes at their tips. Once he's settled, down one extended forearm clambers Alida, her boots hitting the ground with crunchy thuds, her dragon slowly following her as she steps smartly towards G'laer and Teisyth. Is that a smirk on her mouth as she draws near? It has become a pattern that is comforting to some, and unnerving to others. Whenever the first dragonet emerges from the weyrling area into the bowl, suddenly Hraedhyth is there. And yet, still, she doesn't initiate contact or even coversation, simply watching the new dragons as well as watching over them. She's been there long enough that snow has begun to collect on her tawny hide, a darkly golden beast amongst the cold and the wet. Occassionally a dragon will pass overhead and that's where her easy gaze will follow until he or she has left the invisible perimeter Hraedhyth has in mind for the weyrlings. Illicaeth doesn't pass over, deserving of the queen's admittedly tense focus as he nears the excited green and her dour manthing. He's mellow, somewhat humored, and slightly rumbley in greeting the rusty green, Ilicaeth's mindvoice a subdued swirl of heated, golden sands. « Teisyth. » (To Teisyth from Ilicaeth) His usual mellow self, Ilicaeth replies to the gold in rumbly, humored baritone, « Relax, Hrae. I'm bein' careful. Ain't gonna break the kids...either uv' 'em. » (To Hraedhyth from Ilicaeth) Though the rhythm of her drums remain steady, there's a tense, lingering quiver within each echo. « For your sake, you had better be. » Undoubtedly a threat, she doesn't seem eager to act on it-- but it is what it is. (To Ilicaeth from Hraedhyth) He's still pretty relaxed, given that laden threat, Ilicaeth chuffing easily, his sands swirling around the gold's body in restrained fashion. (To Hraedhyth from Ilicaeth) L'sha strolls out of the training cavern to the bowl and looks around, seeing a small crowd outside. He notices Alida and straightens up, snapping off a salute. He's getting better at that. He looks down at Rillaeth, the little green following a few steps behind. She stays at L'sha's side for now and croons a greeting toIlicaeth. "Good afternoon, Alida." He nods a greeting to G'laer. It's entirely likely, with the gold having been still enough to collect snowfall, that Teisyth has taken her for just part of the landscape. Even the persistent mental warmth and soft sounds of drums seem to just be part of the world as it is right now. And Right Now is what's important to Teisyth. So it's Ilicaeth's movement and arrival that first draw her attention. Tongue still lolling to the side, as though she's simply forgotten to retract it, she starts scampering toward the big blue. G'laer's footsteps start in Alida's direction when the rider starts making her approach, but he slows upon hearing L'sha's voice, a glance tossed over his shoulder toward the younger man, expression hardening just a touch. To Ilicaeth, Teisyth, by contrast, might feel a little high-strung, not by stress, but just by sheer force of positive energy as the taste of copper and nuts precede her drawl alto. « Whoo-eee! Yer a big one. » Of course, they're all big to her, for now. « Yer name's Teisyth, too? If that don't beat all. » Obviously, they were made to be best friends from the shell. Through her goggles, Alida can't help but notice both Teisyth's and G'laer's reactions, the woman giggling softly at the rusty green's lolling tongue, then quieting her expression to greet the touchy male guard with an only slightly-humored, "Gal." And for the newly arriving L'sha and Rillaeth, "L'sha...and Rillaeth, Ilicaeth says. How's Quinlys treatin' ya?" Smirkie. As for the blue dragon, he's stopped his forward motion, letting the baby green meet him at her own pace, one of those 'eye-clad' wings of his partially extended to allow her to shelter in it from wind and snow, if she wants...his heavily-shadowed, blue eyes whirling with curiosity as he slowly dips his head down. Rumble-chuff go those even more humored sands, the mica motes in them looking a bit like ice crystals for a moment. « Big enough, toots. Nah. Name's Ilicaeth. » (To Teisyth from Ilicaeth) The distance between Teisyth and Ilicaeth steadily diminishes, enough to have Hraedhyth suddenly lurching to her feet. Muscles bunch under her hide, bulging even after she thaws from the stretch as the gold makes a quick circle. It'd be pacing, if she didn't stop after the first circulation, eyes locked on the blue and the tiny, fragile, green. Two, now, with Rillaeth's appearance. She calms after a moment, sitting on her haunches and still a 'safe' distance from the dragonets and their bonds. She chuffs, breath rising in a cloud of ivory warning, a reminder, for Ilicaeth. Drums. She can feel them in the background. Distracted, though she might be from the new blue on the scene, there's a part of Teisyth that's still seeking a source. A pair of lights stream about the space, though who knows what she's hoping to find. Driven by curiosity, she seeks-- what? The drums? The warmth? There's got to be something there, making it, right? Or is the world always so thrummy and warm? It'd be nice if it were. The thoughts bounce happily through the green's mind, edged with the taste of copper and nuts. (To Hraedhyth from Teisyth) Just a taste of copper is enough to inspire a hunt, and Hraedhyth begins to track the green's thoughts from a distance. With much more care than ever thought possible, she investigates the source that is Teisyth. And should her increasing warmth be sought out, the flame will shudder and die-- leaving the warrior queen in shadow. She'll be felt, but not go beyond that offered comfort. Not yet. » (To Teisyth from Hraedhyth) L'sha smiles warmly at Alida. "Oh, very well, so far. Learning more and more every day. I'm surprised every day at what I didn't know. And always surprised by her." He looks down at Rillaeth again, "Go say hello to Ilicaeth. He Searched me, you know." Rillaeth looks up at her lifemate, then scampers over to join her sister near the blue. From the cold, empty blackness of between comes her voice, « Hello, Ilicaeth! » She gives a cheery warble to Teisyth as well. "Alida," G'laer's answering greeting lacks the humor Alida's holds. It's brief and to the point. "Well," is terse response from the male guard to the question of treatment. He falls silent, his eyes drifting from Alida to his green who's making her way up to Ilicaeth's paws, curious, as ever. So much for Hraedhyth's hope for continued distance. Teisyth's eyes turn toward Rillaeth and she stumbles in the snow, but doesn't fall all the way, teetering only a touch. She warbles in return to her sister, an equally bright noise of greeting. « Oh. » Teisyth sounds a little disappointed, but it doesn't last more than a split second. Then, « So my brothers are gonna be big like you someday, huh? » Maybe it's an obvious question, but now she needs to inspect him more closely. (To Ilicaeth from Teisyth) Ilicaeth's pretty much stock-still; though he takes his dam's silent warnings seriously, he's not afraid nor hesitant about the pair of greens' approach. Even his usually twitching tail seems set in stone. That large head of his settles slowly upon the ground, shadowed blue eyes focusing upon the two little gals, a soft and low hint of a croon emerging from his lips in a faint plume of warm breath on cold air. Hopefully those partially-opened wings of his buffer them from the harshest bits of cold and snow. Alida, meanwhile, nods her helmeted head to L'sha's answer, the blonde then grinning just a little as dark Rillaeth joins her sister in approaching the blue. Since nobody but Hraedhyth is concerned about squishing babies, the bluie sees no reason to reassure either weyrling rider, instead pivoting about so as to more easily observe all the dragons interactions. With G'laer's terseness comes a look - in green eyes only - of understanding, and a more vaguely humored, "Odd, ain't it...havin' another being in yer head." Once again she's flicking her eyes to the dragons, smiling at how carefully the usually brash blue whuffles his breath over listing Teisyth and inspecting Rillaeth...his tongue slowly extruded beyond lips, as if he's teasing the two gals down there. To Hraedhyth, Teisyth's thoughts... well, they're as nutty as her flavor. They wander, and sometimes make no sense at all. Sometimes they're just colors, or sensations, and Hraedhyth might swear there's a moment where everything comes to a pause in which the dragonet passes gas... and then giggles herself up a storm. Clearly, this is the most sophisticated daughter Iesaryth has yet to produce. «Some even bigger...but likely not better » Ilicaeth allows around a whirl of sand, chuckling at the green's listing as she inspects him. « You've seen Solith. You'll be around her size, someday. » (To Teisyth from Ilicaeth) L'sha nods respectfully to the senior queen as she stirs and he glances between Alida and G'laer, as if he's also curious to hear G'laer's answer to that question as well. A pair of lids cover Rillaeth's eyes as Ilicaeth whuffs at her, then she turns to Teisyth. « Let's climb this mountain! » She ambles over to the blue's wrist and rears up to put her forepaws on it, preparing to ascend the north face of Mt. Ilicaeth. A dark figure approaches, passing closer to Hraedhyth than most might dare-- which should be a hint as to who it is. Once she's close enough for black cloak to be revealed as midnight blue, that's when the gold dragon eases back up and takes a few steps closer. One, two, and then back onto her belly, pale head resting on the ground as she stares straight ahead. The Weyrwoman's lips move before she's within earshot, and a little bit after, "--re fine. Look at how careful he's being." Azaylia's whispery soprano lifts in proper greeting, "Alida. G'laer. L'sha." A happy emphasis is placed on their rider names, even though her attention is clearly on Rillaeth and Teisyth. Brown eyes are glazed with honied adoration, and there might be some restraint shown in the way the goldrider slides her hands behind her back. The more challenging the prey, the better the hunt. Hraedhyth is able to keep herself entertained by stalking those mercurial scraps, certainly amused by what she finds. Able but unwilling to share her rather intense mirth, she is still the silent predator-- though her drums may beat to a rhythm of approval. Sophisticated or not, definitely not, she likes Teisyth just as she is. (To Teisyth from Hraedhyth) "Yes." G'laer agrees. But that's all there is to the answer. Anyone else might have gone on to explain, but not this man. « Are you sure he's made fer climbin'? My claws are awful sharp and I wouldn't wanna accidentally hurt him. » Teisyth worries to her sister's within the mindscope of the older dragons. She looks dubiously up at the blue then, assessing. "Weyrwoman," G'laer does snap a crisp salute to the goldrider where he didn't to Alida. Perhaps that speaks more than most things. He watches the goldrider's look toward his lifemate, and intervenes, "Hey, Teis. Go say hi to Weyrwoman Azaylia." It might have been just 'Azaylia' before now, but now there are weyrling rules about titles and salutes and such. The green is distracted and starts away from her risk assessment, heading instead for the goldrider. That gets both of them, Alida grinning madly at Rillaeth's efforts to scale 'Mount Doom' over there, while Ilicaeth peers in bemusement and approval at the darker little green's efforts. Nope, he's not moving, except to breathe and watch. With someone else's presence - soon identified as Azaylia - comes a bob of the bluie's helmed head to the Senior, and her low, humor-touched, "Hi Zay. As ya' c'n see, 'Caeth's bein' nice." Unspoken, but with arch humor: 'for now.' With G'laer's singular response comes a knowing, maybe almost empathetic, "Yeah..." from Alida, the woman's lips then quirking in a strange little moue as the male guard greets Azaylia in that formal fashion. Still, she can't help but smirking some again when Teisyth quits assessing Ilicaeth in favor of perhaps mugging the Senior with her attentions. This might just be quite fun...or even more so! L'sha sighs a bit at G'laer's answer, then peers at the cloaked figure as she approaches. He too straightens and salutes as he realizes who it is, simultaneously with G'laer. "Good evening, Weyrwoman." He glances over at Rillaeth and grimaces worriedly, but Alida and Ilicaeth's manner puts him at ease. He walks over toward Ilicaeth anyway, to catch her in case she falls. Rillaeth looks down at Teisyth. « Good point. » She looks at her own chipped claws. « Mine aren't so sharp. Onward! » She gets her back legs up on Ilicaeth's wrist and turns to start the treacherous climb up Foreleg Ridge. L'sha giggles at Rillaeth's mountaineering skills and hovers nearby. The Weyrwoman's hands fly up to her face, fingers splaying over her mouth as she glances from Teisyth to G'laer. "I shouldn't. I... The babies need their space and should really be bonding with you and..." The green's proximity is directly tied to how much breath Azaylia has to protest with. By the time she's within reach, a glove has been removed for scritches and the cooing begins. Between the murmurs of how lovely Teisyth is, the goldrider remembers there are people to socialize with as well. "Ah-- yes. Hrae seemed uneasy so I decided to come and see if everything was alright." It is, and with her bond there Hraedhyth is able to truly relax. G'laer's formality isn't scolded this time, but she does offer with practiced command, "You have permission to call me Azaylia, weyrlings." Which of course, includes L'sha. Despite the convincing tone, she's smiling too warmly to really be pulling rank. G'laer shifts a step nearer to Alida, for once, folding his arms across his chest. This speaks more than his words have. A single brow rises at Azaylia's start to decline his invitation to Teisyth. "Weyrwoman, believe me when I tell you, I'm eternally bonded to her already and you are more than welcome to come play with her anytime you want." There's more color in G'laer's voice than has been heard in some time, and though it's not spoken it carries the connotation of 'you'd be doing me a favor.' Teisyth seems to be on the same page with G'laer, her head butting into the goldrider's hand. If G'laer frowns at Azaylia's permission-giving... Well, the smirk couldn't be expected to last long on his face, now could it. « Oooh, Rillaeth, ye've got to feeeeel this! She's goo-oo-ooood at it! » Teisyth relays to the mountaineer. See Ilicaeth peer. Peer, Ilicaeth. Peer. Those heavily-shadowed eyes continue to take in Rillaeth's climbing technique from very near, the blue remaining quite still...except for the very tips of his tail, which start up their usual little twitchings. If he's uncomfortable with the touches of the wee green's claws, he doesn't react or protest, merely crooning low encouragement to the little one. Meanwhile, Alida's gazing back and forth between the pair of greens and their humans, Azaylia's words of Teisyth making her grin again and note low, "I still remember how bummed ya were when Ilicaeth chose ta' go ta' Hraedhyth, not you." She also remembers that a certain quiet green from their weyrling class indulged the Senior, back then, too. Another eyeing of L'sha is given, just in case he's getting upset over how high his 'partner' is getting on Mount Doom, the woman then shifting her green gaze back to G'laer, noting his arm-folding. His words bring a small lofting of one pale brow, then a quirk up of one side of her mouth as Teisyth 'gets into it' over there with Zay. Even though he's currently involved in watching Rillaeth scale his wrist, Ilicaeth bifurcates his focus just enough to chuff aridly to Teisyth, « I want ya' ta tell yer G'laer that Alida wants ta meet with him some time later ta talk in private. » Pause, swirl. « Got that, toots? » Grin. (To Teisyth from Ilicaeth) Rillaeth shimmies her way slowly up Foreleg Ridge, then stops and looks over at Teisyth and the fun she's having over there. "Okay, sweetheart, come on down now and meet Azaylia!" The slender green peers down at her lifemate. She's pretty high up. « But I was just about to attempt Shoulder Point! And how do I get down from here? » L'sha chuckles and beckons Rillaeth back down Ilicaeth's forelimb and she follows until she's in range for L'sha to gently pick her up. "Oof, you're getting heavy! Pretty soon I won't be able to carry you." He settles her down on the ground and leads her back toward the others. Rillaeth looks up at Azaylia with huge, adorable puppy eyes whirling in shades of blue. A message? A message! « Ooo-er, alrighty! I'm on it! You've got my word. Now. What was the message again? » But before he can reiterate, Teisyth is jumping on it, « Oh wait! I got it! » Then silence. Then abruptly, « I get to come too, right? He says maybe not, but I do, right? » There's an intense sadness that comes with the idea of G'laer going somewhere without her. (To Ilicaeth from Teisyth) All those happy, squeaky noises the Weyrwoman is making aren't very dignified, experienced fingers seeking out all of Teisyth's best spots. Bad enough that she already has a reputation-- if she's not careful, one might start amongst the dragonets. "And I still remember how adorable little Ilicaeth was." Azaylia teases right back, "Anyone would be upset with being passed over." Probably just her, actually. There's a moment of concentrated affection for G'laer's lifemate... until suddenly a Rillaeth! "Oh just look at you!" Singsong and overly sweet, those gloves are shoved into pockets so that she can use one hand for each little green. Distractedly, "Enjoying weyrlinghood yet?" As if she doesn't expect they are, but they will. She receives a warm pat on the head, like what an Old Uncle might give a weyrbrat. « It's up ta' him, really. » G'laer. « We'll see. Thanks, sugarplum. » Swirl. (To Teisyth from Ilicaeth) It's afternoon and the snowfall is steady, though not in sufficient quantity to stick to the bowl floor. The figures standing in the bowl not far from the entrance to the weyrling training cavern prove to be Azaylia beset by two small greens, L'sha and G'laer standing nearby, the latter stern-faced (as ever, almost) with arms folded over his chest, and Alida. Ilicaeth is nearby while Hraedhyth is set farther off. G'laer shifts so his arms fall to his sides, glancing toward Alida and giving a slight nod to the woman, a subtle gesture. Teisyth doesn't seem to mind sharing, and even, a moment later she's getting distracted from the Weyrwoman's hand, because now G'laer's is by her side again, and she incorrigibly presses her nose into that hand. Which, in turn, earns a slight sigh. Edyis was making a quick trip to the lake to retrieve a chunk of ice, if there was any to be found. Instead she catches a glimpse of the new weyrlings, it is quite possible that baby dragons are far less intimidating than grown ones, and it is even possible that they are cute when they aren't trying to trample you to find their lifemate on scorching sand. Its a curious shimmy over to the edge of the group, almost distrustfully she eyes them as though the cuteness is a hoax designed to lure in the unwitting. 'Foreleg Ridge' is obligingly still, Ilicaeth chuffing softly in humor and pleasure at Rillaeth's continuing climb, though he does warn her soon enough, « That's good fer now, toots. Any higher, an' ya might give 'im a panic attack. » L'sha. See, he's already stepping up to the blue's forelimb, trying to get the green sprite down...the full-sized dragon aiding with a very minute shift of his foreleg that lends a certain ease in plucking Rillaeth down. Only when the greenpair are clear of him in full does the blue allow himself to lift his head and shift his legs again, his tail flicking into subdued motion. Alida mostly observes at this point, smirking broadly at the antics going on around her, then actually chuckling at Azaylia's squeaky blurts of joy found in dragonet-scritching. That once 'adorable' Ilicaeth huffs over at Zay, his eyes seeming to roll in some fashion before he steps slowly, thoughtfully over to the larger Hraedhyth, then bumps his side and neck into her, his inner wing folding up against that side. A faint nod back from Alida to silent G'laer's own miniscule headbob seems to seal some kind of deal, her goggle-covered gaze then shifting to the newly-arriving Edyis...recognizing her from the night of the Hatching feast. A silent bob of head is the bluie's greeting to the former candidate. L'sha grins as he watches the Weyrwoman scritches Rillaeth's eyeridges, the little green's eyes whirl a deeper blue and a lid droops over them. « Oooh, that is good! » "Yes, ma'am, very much so," L'sha replies to Azaylia's query. He glances over at G'laer with a bit more hope in his eyes after he speaks to the Weyrwoman, then chuckles as the same Weyrwoman dotes on his lifemate. He lets Rillaeth have her fun for a few minutes, then clears his throat softly. "I hate to deprive you of her, Azaylia, but it's time for her feeding now." The lithe dragonet perks her head up. « Food! Even better! Let's go! » If Azaylia is disappointed by Teisyth moving on to her weyrling, it doesn't break through her all around happy gaze. Besides, it just means another hand for Rillaeth, doting on the green as if newly Impressed herself. Her actual lifemate has lowered her first pair of lids, though Hraedhyth's head lifts at Ilicaeth's careful-and-then-not approach. All that restraint is let go in a sudden shoulder-check for the blue. Not enough to push him down, but he'll need a moment to steady himself. She's hardly lost her edge, it's just sheathed whenever she's around the new pups. "O-oh? Oh, of course." Azaylia sends Rillaeth off with one last pat before she's leaving to be fed, looking up and finding Edyis. Now when did she get here? "Afternoon, Edyis." A happy greeting, but who could be in bad spirits after frolicking with baby dragons? After a moment she looks over at G'laer with faint surprise, as if just realizing that he hasn't answered her question. Edyis skirts the larger dragons, a mite skittishly. She returns the headbob from the bluerider's greeting offering a cheerful, if anxious smile in return. As the ratio of cute and small diminishes, "Good Afternoon Ma'am." She returns, "You know, they are much cuter like this," she offers to the group as a whole. "Congratulations on impressing Gal - G'laer" Trying to remember the proper name for him now. She doubted if he'd even remember her she'd only been a candidate for about a week before the hatching. She studies Rillaeth curiously, though still keeping a safe distance between herself and the baby dragon. "How is training?" Didn't he? There was a question? G'laer looks busy. There's Teisyth insistent against his hand until he finally leans to the side and moves his fingers to curl around a headknob, just curling and holding there. "No, you just ate before we came outside. You're not hungry. I can feel it. You just think you are because L'sha said 'food.'" The man's baritone is neutral but firm. Teisyth wiggles her head under his grasp, though now it's not for scritches it's because he caught her, and it's time to try to get away. Squirm squirm. Edyis' voice pulls his eyes and the headknob is released as he straightens. "Thank you, Edyis." She might've been a late-comer to candidacy, buy he knew her name. "It's challenging." Training. "Are you staying on at the Weyr?" He's answered and asked, but still hasn't answered Zay's question. Maybe it's because she used the word 'enjoying.' Alida gets a glance from the corner of his eyes, but nothing more for the moment. Aww yeah, that's how he likes it! It's good to be gruff and tough with his big ol' momma again, Hrae's shoulder check lightly staggering the buff blue, who recovers smoothly and chuffs good naturedly to the gold before rubbing his cheek on her near shoulder. Back to basics! A lift of hand from Alida sees both Rillaeth and L'sha off to get the 'kid' fed, the blonde woman observing them over her shoulder for a long moment before returning her greens back to more present company. Listening to Zay's greeting of Edyis informs the bluie of the former candidate's name soon enough, but the Weyrwoman's belated reaction to G'laer's silence triggers 'lida's quiet little hint of a smirk. Yes...see seems to know his basic predilications well enough. Edyis' words for Azaylia have the bluie looking back to her, those merciless green eyes running an open assessment of the new female from head to toe while she studies Teisyth. Ahh...and then G'laer's volunteering some information - even if it's not to her - and the blonde can't help but flick her eyes over to the 'former' Guard, and meet his own glance in that same moment. Smirkie, shrug. She knows...she's been there herself. "They are." Azaylia agrees with Edyis, though without any of that fear for the much larger interpretations. She's not quite giddy as before, but there's almost a maternal warmth in her gaze as she looks down at the insisting Teisyth. G'laer's words have her giving a breathless laugh, and it seems she's willing to take his answer for Edyis as her own. It seems the gold needed to let loose that one shove to even herself out, returning Ilicaeth's affections with soft nudges of her maw. It's probably coincidence that has the Weyrwoman's gaze bouncing from Alida to G'laer, taking note of the silence as she slips her hands back into those thick gloves. "It was nice getting to check up on you." Dragonet and new rider alike, "But I was in the middle of inventory..." So back she'll have to go, naming each in her farewell. Hraedhyth will stay, and invites the blue to join her in watching over the newest additions to their Weyr. Edyis covers a giggle at the baby green antics, and Azaylia's departure. Whether it's the bluerider's intense gaze or the fact that two very large dragons are still present in that general direction, Edyis seems to sidle over to G'laer where the threat of mauling is smaller. She hopes. "Yes, as to what I will be doing, that's a matter up for debate." finaly to Alida she smiles, "I'm sorry but I don't believe we've ever been properly introduced, I'm Edyis - former candidate out of Nabol." She offers. G'laer's salute to the departing goldrider is crisp and comes even with a polite pleasantry, for those inclined to drop jaw at such a display of manners beyond what's strictly necessary. Teisyth, curious as she's inclined to be, is taking steps towards the newest person: Edyis. But that works out, because Edyis is coming closer to him. If there's anything G'laer's never been accused of being, it's unobservant. So it's likely not surprising that he starts with, "She'll not harm you. If you'd rather her not near, I'll keep her back." And true to the words he speaks, Teisyth lingers, now uncertain if she's allowed to draw closer to the former candidate or not. "I'm sure you'll sort something. There's always lots of work to be done at a Weyr." He responds before falling silent to let the women introduce themselves, watching the green carefully lest she try to make a sneaky move without his say so. Leave it to Azaylia to always be 'Zay;' the goldrider's maternal warmth making Alida giggle within, though the bluie's features remain merely bemused. While Ilicaeth buddies up with Hraedhyth for some watching and affectionate warmth-sharing, his rider soon lifts her own gloved hand again in farewell to the Weyrwoman, adding in a quick, "Enjoy, Zay..." around another of her characteristic smirks. Because who in their right mind could ever enjoy hide work. The bluerider's eyes break from Edyis after some seconds, just before the other female glances at her, a faint look of small, dark humor offered to the ex-candidate when she seeks out G'laer for support. "So I heard..." the helmeted blonde murmurs to the other's introductions, then noting calmly, "Alida, Ilicaeth's." Or Mount Doom, in certain dragonet eyes. If the other female is looking for warmth and easy conversation, she'll not find much of those apparent in the bluie. Gal's honest salute to departing Azaylia inspires a low comment of, "She deserves it..." Which might speak well of her own respect for the Weyrwoman. As if to either set Edyis' mind at rest about dragons, or maybe just to silently chide her for her fear, Alida steps over towards the rusty little green, and - with a glance up to G'laer for tacit permission - then seeks to try and fuzzle the wee dragonet upon headknobs. Edyis's eyes shift to the smaller dragon and she looks to G'laer at his words. Its evident by her nod at Alida's words that all the girl really hopes for is being polite. She crouches down, curious tentatively reaching a hand out, After all G'laer wouldn't outright lie would he? gullibility or naive trust at work or maybe Alida's chiding or comforting. "She's got such an interesting coloring, it's pretty." The girl offers. "She does." G'laer agrees with the bluerider. But there's more. More that he doesn't say, but a keen eye could see it in the frowning set of his lips. The way Alida steps toward the green and glances back is met with a shrug. He doesn't care, and Teisyth will only care in that she'll like that hand on her headknobs. She rubs her head into Alida's hand for a moment, but then there's a new hand to explore and Teisyth's muzzle is almost immediately setting itself on top of that palm; no hesitation beyond her distraction. "Yeah, interesting coloring. Not bronze." G'laer sounds serious enough, but that sets Teisyth to chuffing in a way that might be interpreted as laughter, little convulsions rippling along her small form. She'd not be Alida if she didn't notice G'laer's expression with those words of Azaylia. Another time, Alida. A judicious scrubbing of her palm and fingers over appreciative Teisyth's 'knobs transitions into a faint nod towards the more 'daring' Edyis and her ministrations, and then a strange quirk of mouth for Gal's words of 'not bronze.' "I finally figured out it's the personalities. Color don't really matter too much...'r I would've Impressed a brown." Or, as she thought she would, not have Impressed at all. At her word of brown, Ilicaeth gives a low snort, then continuing to share warmth and perhaps some chatter with hulking Hraedhyth. Edyis curls her fingers up, lightly letting the dragonet exploring a little shakily she even offers scratches under the chin of the beastie would want them. Alida's words get a warm laugh, "Probably why I didn't impress at all." She is not the least bit heartbroken about it though, for G'laer she adds, "I have a feeling she will have far more personality than any Bronze. " not that Edyis knows a thing about dragons. It's in part an attempt to cheer the man up, and also something she can merely make an intuitive guess at. It's sometimes hard to separate G'laer's deadpan from G'laer's serious face. But this time there's a very slight roll to his eyes, so it's probably deadpan delivery, "Oh, personality. That makes it so much better." This has Teisyth turning, a questioning sniff. Should she be upset? His eyes turn to the green, and his lower lip shifts and so briefly, he looks troubled. Edyis' words that are probably meant to be comforting only make him frown. Personality is apparently not what he was looking for on the sands. And now Teisyth needs to be near G'laer, so she moves away from the hands, the hands that did such nice things, to wrap herself around G'laer's leg. G'laer freezes, fingers twitching on one hand. "As I hear it, ain't often that one finds their lifemate on the first try..." Alida notes in subdued, factual tones to Edyis...then shrugging at the happenstance that occurred with both herself and G'laer having done so. Then the weyrling's saying that, and the bluie's eyes snick scalpel-like over to the tall man, assessing his tone and features, her gaze then moving to the retreating, leg-wrapping little green. A few quiet mumbles are shared with the guard, Alida then pivoting about, and noting to the other female, "Don't freeze yer ass off out here." Smirk, finger wiggle. Edyis will apparently have to settle for that as a farewell, for Alida's then striding off through the snow, leaving her blue and Hrae to continue 'carrying on' out there in the Bowl. Alida whispers to G'laer, "It wasn't easy on somma' us, either. Talk with ya later." Edyis just watched quietly as the expression changed, and shrugged for standing again. "Who knows? I'm happy for the time being to be here." For G'laer, she has only an apologetic expression. She watches Alida head off, before returning her attention to G'laer and the little green. Unsure of what to say. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't say things when I don't understand the situation." is all that's offered. There's a slight lift of G'laer's chin to acknowledge Alida's murmured words, but he doesn't offer her a more formal farewell than that, his jaw currently clenched tight. He waits until Alida's well off, though he doesn't exactly watch her go, more just keeps her in his periphery. Then he looks back to Edyis and there's a small whimpery sort of sound from the green. The man gives a good look 'round to make sure this section of the bowl is relatively uninhabited, then reaches down to disentangle the green, something she lets happen because he's picking her up a moment later and pulling her against his chest. Then there's a tail around his waist and a nose up against his neck. "It's... just..." He tries to sort out the right answer. "I'm still adjusting." He settles for. "So. Job prospects? I suspect you've got some adjusting to do too." Weyr life and all that. Edyis nods, Smiling a little at the little green before setting on an idea. "Want to grab some Klah from the Snowasis? Or maybe the nighthearth, they've always got a pot brewing there." as though she's conscious of the fact that he's checking to make sure no one sees him pick up the green. "Job prospects are... interesting. I've spoken with several people, but i'll most likely end up under the headwoman, or in the records room." Rubbing her arms to get some warmth back into them. "Sorry." G'laer's word at least seems sincere. "Can't go farther than this while she's awake in case she needs something. But raincheck for in a few months when I can range a little more." He offers, shifting the weight of the green. "It sounds like you have a good handle on things. Or at least a place to start. Good thing about the Weyr, too, is that if you don't like what you're doing first, you can always try something else out til you find what you like." The arm rubbing doesn't go unnoticed. "I ought to take her in and oil her. She's going to itch any moment now, and it'll be unbearable. For both of us. But I'll see you around." He offers by way of polite farewell before starting to move toward the training cavern. Edyis frowns but nods. "Sorry I thought she could come with you since she's still so small, but I guess they frown on that too." She is quiet at mentioning her handling of the situation, "I suppose so, its - well like you said everyone is adjusting, and none of our lives are ever going to be exactly as they were." there's a wistful note but its gone as soon as it enter's her voice. "Yeah, hey if you ever just want someone to vent at - I can't promise I will understand, but I'll listen." She offers with a wave. "Yeah. Sets a bad example for the future. Don't want them to have a growth spurt while they're in somewhere and not be able to get out." G'laer answers matter-of-factly, pausing in his path to look back at the former candidate. "Thanks," is the only answer he gives to her offer; no sign of if it's something he'd take her up on or not. "Have a good night, Edyis." Then they're making the rest of the trek inside. |
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Weyrling tour! Adorable. Climbing (Foreleg Ridge and otherwise). Setting up meetings (or starting to). And more Edyis!
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