Logs:Abide By It
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| RL Date: 23 August, 2013 |
| Who: A'lorin, E'ten, Reesa, Elaruth, Isyath, Rhenth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Fort's queens are unsettled, and its riders want to take action. E'ten counsels patience. |
| Where: Living Cavern, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 8, Month 8, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Ali/Mentions, Hattie/Mentions, Jivrain/Mentions |
| Although today Isyath doesn't circle the skies above Fort itself, she /is/ flying, a distant sense of beach and ocean and a sudden rush of wordless delight from the junior queen that reaches the Weyr proper. (To Fort dragons from Isyath) If Isyath is Fort's 'eye in the sky,' then Rhenth perhaps is its ground presence. The bronze certainly enjoys flying, but there's something so earthy, grounded about him that he cannot help but being equated with the soil. Still, he feels the gold's delight, and trills it back to her over the distance in a gust of fertile forest loam upon the air which bouys her even higher in its updraft. (To Fort dragons from Rhenth) On the heels of Isyath's delight, there's a wave of worry and quiet unease from Elaruth, the sense of itchy-horrible sharp stone beneath paws tainting her mental touch. (To Fort dragons from Elaruth) Perhaps Khiabeth would join in said flight if it weren't so /far/ and she weren't so comfortable in her location high on the sunning ledge. She's /just/ sleepy-unaware enough not to notice Elaruth's unease. (To Fort dragons from Khiabeth) Almost instinctively, there's a shift from bouying Isyath's flight to smoothing the stone beneath Elaruth's paws, Rhenth's affinity for earthy things lending him toward turning simple, jagged stone into polished, smooth mellow granite that would make any kitchen counter envious. Unspoken in a wafting of pine and oak: What's the matter? (To Fort dragons from Rhenth) To Fort dragons, Adiulth finds himself conversing with some dragons but there's the bit of pause as he picks up on the breeze of the conversations between those so close but also far away. It's a shade too early for dinner yet - although the smells of the pending meal are already starting to waft out from the kitchens, regardless. Reesa is sprawled in a chair at Hematite's table, one booted heel propped up on the chair next to her as she people-watches, a half-drained mug of klah to hand. To Fort dragons, Isyath practically radiates disappointment, and moreover, disapproval. Why would dragons /not/ want to fly with her? Especially /Fortian/ dragons, because she /claims/ them as such, despite Elaruth's unease. Hers, theirs, /Fortian/. Not dinner and yet, it doesn't seem that E'ten means to do more than a brief stop for something to drink. Clad in his riding leathers, the jacket is already being removed by the fastens as he pours himself a mug of klah. Because it's needed with the additional, new duties that he's now undertaken. Pausing for a saucer of cookies, it's towards Hematite's table that he approaches - whether or not he's been spotted. With the saucer placed within hand's reach of Reesa, the klah mug is guarded a bit more as he leans forward to murmur, "Resting?" A'lorin heads in from the bowl. A'lorin has arrived. No, no, no, no... A heavy sense of dread, then uncharacteristic anger flares white hot and dies away, winking out of existence with a last spark and /snap/. (To Fort dragons from Elaruth) It's far too warm for riding leathers- at least, for Reesa- who is wearing one of her favorite yellow sundresses. Casually reclining by Hematite's table, a brow lifts, and a smile quirks upwards for E'ten's question. "I drank far too much last night," she admits, "Was trying to match a Flint rider drink-for-drink- my bad. I /thought/ I was going to throw up at drills this morning. I think it best to take it easy." He certainly wouldn't mind flying the friendly skies with Isyath, but... « We pulled Watch duty. » And Rhenth must execute such properly, not abandon his post, though he'd really rather do more fun things, now that Issy's reminded him of them. Still, « We have only another half candlemark. » And then Elaruth's projecting that, and the bronze can't help but warble in alerted inquiry even as his gaze snaps this way and that, trying to both psychically and visually spot whatever's upset his Senior queen so. (To Fort dragons from Rhenth) To Fort dragons, Isyath is never angry, flights aside. She's a remarkably easy-going queen, and thus the sudden rush of something hot and /furious/ on the heels of Elaruth may well be a shock, though the sense of it vanishes just as abruptly as it appeared. "I almost decided to give you the benefit of being ill or coming down with something earlier during drills." Whether or not E'ten really means those exact thoughts might be determined by the hand that threatens to pull away the cookies. Not seeing the smile that wryly tugs at his lips as he settles into a seat beside her, looking towards the bowl rather than at the greenrider beside him. "Truly and not trying to outdrink someone from Flint." While he might be very well teasing, the mug is lifted to his lips with a sideways glance. There's something drowsily quizzical in Khiabeth's thoughts, stretching towards the pair of queens. What has them so upset? The weather is wonderful and the sun is warm: what is there to be upset about? (To Fort dragons from Khiabeth) A'lorin's face looks confused as he makes his way into the living caverns, directing his gaze to the sky. "Shards, what in Faranth's name is going on out there?" Is asked mostly to himself as he pauses at the entrance, a worried frown pulling at his lips. Other riders are spotted and A'lorin offers the both of them a crisp salute, "Hello, sir, ma'am. You wouldn't happen to know what's going with the dragons, would you? Niyuth's been going on about it but he's not making much sense of it." "Clearly I just need more practice." As if Reesa's going to give up that easy, and to a /Flint/ rider of all people. "Hematite's reputation is at stake, after all," she adds, with a sidelong look at E'ten. It's A'lorin's arrival that has her dropping her feet to the ground, giving him a quizzical look. "Ma'am? You've been a rider long enough not to do that. He," a nudge directed in E'ten's direction, "Can still be /sir'd/ though," with a teasing smile. "With the dragons?" the greenrider echoes, her gaze going distant a moment as she consults with Khiabeth. "A'lorin." Spoken in greeting, E'ten's already gesturing to one of the empty chairs at the table that still lacks many of the riders of his own wing. But it's a gesture that finds itself half completed with the mention of the dragons. "What? And you don't have to sir me all the time," he thinks to add, mug still poised at his lips. In response to the nudge, he merely closes his eyes. That would be a sigh any other time. "The dragons are up to something?" Even though, it doesn't take long to shoot a query to Adiulth. There's a quiet sigh as A'lorin makes his way over towards the table, offering a quiet nod of respect to both the greenrider and the bronzerider. "Yes, Sir, Ma'am. You know I do, Sir, you know how Niyuth is. If I didn't, he'd be at me because I wasn't being respectful enough to someone who was of a higher rank than I am." A'lorin settles down into the seat and frowns over at the greenrider. "All Niyuth'll tell me is that there's something going on and how he wants to be in helping so that he can make himself look better." Where Elaruth's voice was, there is nothing. Her /presence/ isn't gone, but even her mental touch, so often lightly flitting through the minds of her Weyr, is beginning to withdraw to somewhere... else. (To Fort dragons from Elaruth) Rhenth doesn't like the way this feels to him, and so -- instead of rousing Elaruth further -- he tags along 'around a corner', so-to-speak, ghosting the Senior while remaining in the background...ready to supply whatever she might want, if she needs it. It might be dividing his mind, but most assuredly she's worth it, since nothing of note is happening in Fort's skies, right now. (To Fort dragons from Rhenth) "I- think something's going on with Elaruth," is what Reesa eventually says, though she's frowning as she says it, as if she's a little unsure. "Khiabeth saw her and Isyath head off earlier." One of the other Hematite riders jumps in, saying: "I think they went to Boll," with a derisive snort. "Don't know why they bothered." Oh, Isyath is /so/ bad at keeping secrets, yet, this time... she's silent, completely withdrawn, not even maintaining that easy sense of her presence. (To Fort dragons from Isyath) E'ten remains silent, hiding a grimace while all of this is within earshot of riders that do report to him. What he's getting from Adiulth is enough for his gaze to unfocus with a growing frown. "Whatever it is, I'm not sure if they're going to get much information," he says, looking over to one of his wingriders in interest. "Did she say why she was going to Boll? Granted, she's /supposed/ to be taking time off." And that's enough for him to think about where exactly the goldrider hails from. "That's all Niyuth'll tell me. That they went out and now there's somthing going on. He sensed it but now he's not hearing anything. He's not usually the gossipy type." A'lorin frowns, placing his head on his chin as his eyes glance between the two riders. "Do you have any idea what's going on, sir, ma'am? Maybe she is just taking some time off, good for her. She needs it." "She was back yesterday," Reesa helpfully supplies. The wingrider adds: "Something about one of the Bloods. Who knows." He shrugs. /That/ earns a roll of eyes from Reesa: Bloods. "If something was really wrong they'd be calling us all in. Jivrain's probably just got 'em riled up. I /hear/ he can be a pain in the-" a darted glance at E'ten, and Reesa shrugs. Oh, she cannot keep a secret, no. /Fury/. /How dare they/! (To Fort dragons from Isyath) E'ten could murmur about goldriders and not taking proper vacations - it's clearly written in the bronzerider's features as he listens. "No idea yet, A'lorin," he says, shooting a look towards the riders as he listens. Just listening and putting the pieces together. "The question would be more likely, what Jivrain's done now." Said with a blink that matches an unfocused gaze, it doesn't keep him from looking towards the bowl involuentarily. Elaruth's presence is suddenly /back/ the sound of her own bellow ringing through her mind as she lashes out, her anger flooding the minds of many. « You will not! » It's not /meant/ for dragons, nor does it contain a command, targets and reasons and all manner of reason drowning in the heat of her fury. (To Fort dragons from Elaruth) If two golds were/are feeling uneasy and angry, Rhenth can't help but echo them, the big bronze pushing up to his haunches upon the star stones and offering a rare, low growl to the skies, though nothing is seen within them. His crooked tail lashes freely, and once-blue eyes spin a mix of lavender and yellow, touched with white flecks. Upon his neck, B'rant also keeps looking all around to identify what can't be seen...and trying to keep his lifemate calm. Neither of the Watchers looks happy. More...readied. And when Elaruth's bellow comes, the bronze echos it all around Fort from the Star Stones with his own bass bellow. (To Fort dragons from Rhenth) A'lorin's head cranes towards the bowl himself, his lips drawing downwards as he focuses on the dragons. "Yesterday? I heard she's finally up and walking about. I'm glad, the weyr really needed her back." A'lorin mutters half-distracted before he blinks. "Jivrain? Who's that?" "Lord Boll," Reesa is quick to supply in answer to A'lorin, though her casual demeanor is fast-fading into something more concerned. "That's- not-" She's on her feet, and she's not the only one: other riders here and there are looking concerned, though no one's taking action yet because... surely, /surely/ if they should, they would be told to? /That/ is enough to make Khiabeth come fully awake with a snap in the wake of Elaruth's wave of fury. She might have no idea what's going on, but the green is impetuous enough to declare: « We come. » Nevermind she hasn't consulted with her rider. (To Fort dragons from Khiabeth) It's a silence that maintains throughout almost anything from Adiulth, alert and listening for any hint as to where the golds are located. Importantly, what is going on? The latter might be a thought from his rider because the bronze bellows loudly in fury and in challenge to those who would cause such a thing. (To Fort dragons from Adiulth) « NO! » That /is/ a command, with the full force of Elaruth colour and position as Senior queen thrown behind it, perhaps a little too forcefully, so rarely is it used to /order/ and not persuade. « You will stay. There will be hurt here if you do not. » (To Fort dragons from Elaruth) There is no choice any way Rhenth can see it: he's Fort's /Watcher/ right now, and thus he cannot abandon his post, though he wants to know just what's going on! Elaruth's crushing commandment to remain at Fort makes the easy-going bronze duck his head and groan softly under it's weight, and he quickly sends back a non verbal assurance that he will remain upon the Star Stones. His eyes still whirl a rapid red, however, and on occasion, he champs his teeth at the air in reaction to the Senior's anger. (To Fort dragons from Rhenth) To Fort dragons, Isyath does not like that, no: there's a brief, rebellious wish to disobey, but Elaruth is senior, and the junior queen shudders for a moment, before the weight of her presence fades and her stars flicker out entirely from Fort's skies. Nearly on his feet in the next instant after Reesa, E'ten looks towards those gathered at his table - the ones he can order with a terse statement. Nevermind that his hands are settled onto the table as he looks around with more firmness than he feels. Lacking information. "We're not going anywhere." Yet, remains unspoken. "Until we know where they are and what is going on - wherever they are," he adds, looking around to make sure his words are heeded. "If, we're needed." If that statement from Elaruth, properly relayed is true. Likely so. Khiabeth can already be seen in a sharp drop from the high walls of the caldera down onto the bowl. Reesa's already moving, and it's E'ten's command that surprises her enough to stop and stare at him. Her lips press together in disapproval at the command, but given the weighty press from Elaruth- felt through the sharp inhale of breath- she exhales and stays put. Her arms do fold across her chest, though, clearly unhappy whatever the reasoning. To Fort dragons, Khiabeth's already moving, wind sweeping beneath her wings as she summons her rider- when Elaruth's command presses down. She's not in the least happy, but she will obey, however reluctantly. A'lorin wrinkles up his nose as he casts his gaze out towards the bowl, "What in Faranth's name is going on?" A'lorin shakes his head, pushing himself to his feet even if he can't go anywhere just yet, he looks to be ready to leave if needed to. His gaze tracks towards the door, watching for his brown whom is already taking to the air in order to be ready to fly at a moment's notice. "I hate just staying here not knowing what's going on and being ordered to stay here makes me only more sure there's something going on." While E'ten knows that he'll be the one receiving stares, glares and other disapproving glances, the order has to remain and he doesn't look worse for it. Even if his eyes settle on Reesa with the slightest tilts of his head. And what /could/ they do? "If we're going to cause more trouble by going, then we stay. I'm sure there will be answers when they return." And for one, he doesn't seem too put out by the fact or implication that Hattie's out and about. "We may hate it," he says with those words directed towards A'lorin. "But we have to abide by it." "Well, if all we're going to do is sit around wondering and wor-" Reesa clamps down on that word with a huff of breath. "I'm going to get drunk." Again. It might be invitation, but she doesn't wait around to see who accepts: she's already striding off towards the Fountain. A'lorin sits himself back down on into his seat, curling his fingers into his fist as he stares at the table. "Fat a lot of good it is being a sharding dragonrider when you can't even do shards all." A'lorin half mutters to himself as he wraps his arms about his chest. "I understand it's an order sir, but that doesn't mean I have to like it." Even so, the brownrider doesn't look all too content about sitting in his chair. "I won't be drinking, got to be in good condition if we get the word to fly." "I'll be... somewhere." Wait. He can't be in the dragon infirmary. E'ten nearly said that much with a frown at Reesa's statement of where she'll be. "You may not want to do that," he says in suggestion without ordering such a thing as he turns to look to A'lorin with both hands lifting so that he can folds both arms across his chest. "I'm not your wingleader or wingsecond to order you around, A'lorin. But unless there's been statements from Jasper to go, they won't even make the decision to go. Not to risk Elaruth's ire in the process. It's easy to run off and do something on the spur of the moment - I've been guilty of that too. But there's also more challenge in staying when you're not armed with all the information that could make a bad situation worse." If Reesa hears A'lorin's comment about being in good condition, or E'ten's subsequent comment, it doesn't slow her down: there's a set to the greenrider's shoulders that is angry and maybe a little but unsettled, too, the clip of her shoes fading as she disappears into the inner caverns. Just because she can't /go/ doesn't mean she can't stretch south with her mind, searching: whatever she hears is enough to make the green withdraw just as sharply as her rider, seeking her high ledge. (To Adiulth from Khiabeth) "I know you're not my wingsecond, sir, but I still respect you. You know that, sir." A'lorin rolls his shoulders, a finger prodding half-heartedly at the table with a frown. "And we won't go unless our wingleader says that we are to go, but that still doesn't mean I have to like the situation, Sir." |
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