Logs:An Unexpected Ally
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| RL Date: 17 May, 2013 |
| Who: Ahruth, Aishani, Arekoth, Hraedhyth, Iesaryth, Ilicaeth, Lujayn, Rielsath |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Honshu Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Lujayn and Rielsath come to visit. |
| Where: Skies above High Reaches / Council Chambers / Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 22, Month 10, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, Iolene/Mentions, K'del/Mentions |
| Storyteller: K'del/ST |
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| The normal, unremarkable happenings of an autumn afternoon are only barely interrupted by a new arrival; Rielsath's sun-in-winter form appears high above High Reaches' spires, followed immediately by a brassy bugle and a cheerful, « Hullo, High Reaches! We've come to visit you! » If she is aware of any tensions that might be lingering, well, they're of no concern to her. (To High Reaches dragons) From her place on the rim of the bowl, Iesaryth returns the bugle with a rumble of her own, the spread and rustle of sunlight-in-water wings high above. Ocean's bubbly tides will greet the gold, pleasant enough for all that her rider may cause suspicious clouds to lurk on her otherwise mostly-clear horizon. « Welcome, Rielsath. It is good to see you visit. » Is there something they can do for her and hers? Ever polite, still curious. (To High Reaches dragons from Iesaryth) To High Reaches dragons, Ahruth perks up from a lazy nap on his ledge and attends. Quiet-like. If it's recognition from Arekoth, it's belated, drawn from a memory more solid than his own. Either way, it comes as a faint glow, that's almost faded from wintry chill by the time he comes to repeat, « Rielsath! » Too exuberant in tone? Maybe. (To High Reaches dragons from Arekoth) Rielsath is not built for suspicion, or for cloudy days, and her rambunctious enthusiasm seems determined to blow such things away: she would never come here for something boring, surely! Her flight sweeps lower, though not before she's taken an energetic circle about the star stones, and it's only then that she answers Iesaryth with cheerful nonchalance. « We need to talk to yours, Iesaryth. » No doubt this conversation could be taken privately, but why bother? « Oh, it's good to be back! Hello, Arekoth, hello-- you're new! » Ahruth? Another dragon? Oh, it scarcely matters! « Where shall we go? » (To High Reaches dragons) The sunburst queen slowly settles back down on the rim to watch the wintry gold's circuit about the bowl, the quicksilver fish beneath her waves moving quickly as she's lost in thought. Not so lost that Iesaryth can't respond, however; « Please go where you like, Rielsath. She will meet yours here, however. » And there's the image of the council room, because that's where the good booze is, clearly. Though she tends towards keeping such matters private, she doesn't seem overly bothered by the general discussion either. (To High Reaches dragons from Iesaryth) To High Reaches dragons, Arekoth picks up on some of all that. « Snowasis is better, » is offered without imagery, but with all the booming voice of one who's sure he's got the right idea. Rielsath is quick, quick, quick to respond. « She says 'maybe later', though I think she's being hopeful. I'd always go there, wouldn't you? Thank you, Iesaryth! » She drops to a landing in the bowl, clearly visible given her size and shade, and lets her rider free before launching herself back up into once-familiar skies. « Oh, I have missed it here. » Even if, surely, she can't remember. (To High Reaches dragons) There's a hint of golden dust puffing up from the ground somewhere, the only faint sign that a certain blue might be observing from afar. He doesn't make himself known or noticable. (To High Reaches dragons from Ilicaeth)
Interspersed between glowsconces upon the smooth walls, ancient tapestries depict the territories High Reaches protects in a particularly pastoral fashion, all fluffy clouds and fluffier llamas, or else fishing crafts sailing merrily out to sea. Among them is also a natural alcove, its several wooden shelves primarily stocking fine wines and liquors as well as the glasses to serve them, though the lower shelves also hold whatever hidework requires particularly frequent attention. A narrow wooden door leads to the Records room, while the tunnel that extends to the weyrleaders' ledge is wide enough for three men to walk abreast, with just enough kink in it to block the wind.
It takes Lujayn a few minutes longer than it necessarily requires to get from RIelsath's landing spot in the bowl to the Council Chambers-- but when she does arrive, she's clearly found somewhere to stash her riding gear, leaving her tidily, but not formally, dressed. She seems less enthusiastic about the visit than Rielsath, if her expression is anything to go by, but there's purpose to her stance. "Brieli." It's the first name to come to her lips, even if she must know better. It's relatively formal. Glasses in hand, Aishani straightens to look over to Lujayn, eyes narrowing only slightly. She tilts her head as she regards the other weyrwoman, in a head-to-toe assessing sweep that's likely meant to discomfort. Without correcting her, "Lujayn. Do you want something to drink?" Glasses are set on a shelf in the alcove, as she turns, brows arching curiously. Even though she must be wondering why she's here, she sticks with the hospitalities and pleasantries, perhaps poked by Iesaryth. "Our duties to Honshu." To High Reaches dragons, Ahruth comes back into 'view', a bright neon thing in real life and a bunch of bright neon colors in this dimension. He's curious, but politely so, this hyper, happy queen from Somewhere Else has his attention even if he's too shy about coming forth about it. Where does she go? What does she know? He sniffs around like the puppies do. "And ours to High Reaches. I know you can't be in any doubt of my reasons for coming." Lujayn's quite blithe about that, confident in her understanding of the situation. She takes a seat at the table, the same one she used to sit in, once upon a time, for Weyrwomen meetings, and raps her fingernails against the surface. "Nothing for me, not yet. I'd rather get straight to business." Rielsath is fascinated by Ahruth, let's not put too fine a point on it: that neon! That sniffing! And he's small and cute, too; this is awesome. « You should come fly with me, » she announces, heedless of the fact that she's broadcasting across the Weyr that once was (and maybe still is? After all, didn't she rise first?) hers. « I bet I can fly faster and higher! » (To High Reaches dragons) To High Reaches dragons, Ahruth is taken aback! She wants to race him? Isn't she a queen? Don't they... not do that? Whatever intimidation or trepidation there may have been before he shakes off now in favor of resonating giddy anticipation. There's the sense of a drop, then he's in the sky to do tumbles and frolic with Rielsath his new best friend~ With a little shrug - fair enough - Aishani will forgo anything as well, approaching the table... and not actually taking the Weyrleader's chair, as might be rumored to be a tendency, but the seat across from Lujayn instead, crossing long legs as she does. Folding her hands atop the table, "Even if you're coming because of the rumors, there's about a hundred possible reasons within that one reason. I don't assume." So if the older woman wants to get to business like she says? She can do that anytime, her expression seems to say, dark eyes more curious than cold. "Your Rielsath seems to be in a good mood." Noted with an edge of warning. Best visit ever! Maybe she and hers should visit all the time, right? (To High Reaches dragons from Rielsath) There's a sense of the weight of the depths, an undertow that might drag weaker beings beneath the waves, that tests against such buoyancy in the Reaches' skies. Iesaryth's rarely territorial, but she's linked to a woman who is deeply so; it can only bleed over now and then. It plucks at Rielsath, once, twice, three times before; « Mind your manners. » It's not polite. (To Rielsath from Iesaryth) There's the slow sense of the weight of the water, of an undertow tugging from below; it doesn't focus on the dragons of the Weyr, but the feeling lingers around the edges, ocean's roar picking up, weaving in and out of the cadence of warrior's drums. (To High Reaches dragons from Iesaryth) "'Rumors'," repeats Lujayn, with a quirk of her brow. "Is that what you're calling them? You and I both know that it's all based on truth, even if some of it is overblown. And given that, by rights, this is Rielsath's Weyr, why shouldn't she enjoy herself in it? But--" She lifts a hand, shaking her head. "I get ahead of myself. You have to know that I don't condone what was done. Iolene was stupid, and whatever your involvement in it was, that was stupid, too. I don't condone it, and I will never like it. But." Rielsath's quick to answer that one, never mind that she's distracted in her joy. « Why should I? You're not senior here, are you. » She isn't territorial at all, though, not even through her rider: Rielsath just is, and why shouldn't she be? Hush. She's busy. (To Iesaryth from Rielsath) Drums that dance with delight at the return of a Sister, flames crackling a warm welcome. Ahruth's joy is her kindling, dark smoke wafting towards the blue and the freshly remembered Rielsath. Room for one more..? (To High Reaches dragons from Hraedhyth) "You don't know anything. You just think you do, think you know because someone else told you what they think happened? You come in here and condemn me and absolve me, allowing - for all I know - encouraging your queen to cause problems for me, and you can't even do me the favor of just asking..." Aishani just looks across the table at Lujayn, as if faintly amazed, and shakes her head. "It's not Rielsath's Weyr. She was caught by a brown. It's the same thing they told us when we were caught by browns. You're Acting at best, and frankly, if you want it..." She holds out her hands. Be her guest. "If she keeps it up, I'll have Iesaryth tell everyone it's Rielsath's right now. Call it an early turnover gift." « None of us are. » Iesaryth points out, coldly logical as her waters begin to drop in temperature, her winds begin to pick up, icy-cold. « And there is not reason to be anything other than polite. » Bad manners are in poor taste, Rielsath! Should such a queen be exposed to her weyrlings? Teaching them such things? She thinks not. (To Rielsath from Iesaryth) Rielsath is genuinely confused. « I don't understand. What am I doing wrong? Am I not allowed to fly with weyrlings? We're just visiting. » She's a little strident-- stridency that abruptly diminishes, likely the result of some command from her rider. « I'm sorry, but I don't understand. » Now she's sulky. (To Iesaryth from Rielsath) Likewise uncertain at Rielsath's confusion, Iesaryth draws back a little, wintry winds dying down, literally taken out of her sails. « I... » She considers her words, fish-shapes twisting beneath the waters. « We must be strong. It is difficult here. You may fly. » She would not take that -- she personally just likes things to be mannered. Easy. « I am sorry for the confusion. » (To Rielsath from Iesaryth) "How is Rielsath causing problems for you? She's just enjoying herself." Lujayn's bewildered, genuinely so, apparently. "If your queens hadn't risen at the same time, I suspect it would be one or the other of you - but it's not. That's not what happened. Anyway, that's not the point. I don't want High Reaches. I want to help you fix High Reaches, because I hate seeing things like this. I hate getting visitor after visitor begging me to come back." She spreads her hands flat upon the table. "I think you're the best hope High Reaches has right now, and that's why I'm here. For High Reaches, not for you, or me, or Iolene, or Azaylia." Rielsath is no more certain, but she is relieved, as that chill subsides. « Of course. We're queens, we're always strong. We protect our Weyrs, don't we? That's why we're queens. » As abruptly as she does anything, she's cheerful again, buddy-buddy-- and zooming through the skies. (To Iesaryth from Rielsath) Of course there's room for another. There's always room for another! Zooooooooom. (To High Reaches dragons from Rielsath) To High Reaches dragons, Ahruth whee~ When Hraedhyth joins in, Ahruth chirps and twirls. « Vroom. » A little aerial ballet lllladies? He does a little twisty. And if a brown form leaps to the air from the rim, and circles overhead for a while before joining in, well. Like Arekoth would even ask for permission, really. (To High Reaches dragons from Arekoth) Everyone's a little confused. Aishani's brows have come together again as she looks at Lujayn like she's trying to figure out what exactly her angle is, dark eyes narrowing for a long moment. "Because... all those people keep coming to ask you to come back," she says slowly, cautiously. "Because the riders are affecting their dragons... I suppose they'll forget, but... Things are not going well." Obviously, the Honshu goldrider knows that, or why would she be here? Absent-mindedly tucking a stray curl behind her ear, "What is it you want to do to help? To help me?" The questioning note there is not entirely without doubt, but that's likely no surprise. As slowly as the pressure began to build around the edges of consciousness, it lightens, it warms; the pull from below subsides. Though Iesaryth doesn't fly with the visiting queen and the others, she's settled back on the rim in a curl that's more like her usual, watching with the odd rustle of her wings, and sharp, sharp gaze. (To High Reaches dragons from Iesaryth) Oh *fine*. He can't help it, as there's so many joining in! Ilicaeth bugels to his fellow dragons, and launches himself up into the sky to add his slatey self to the sky dance! (To High Reaches dragons from Ilicaeth) To High Reaches dragons, Ahruth delights! Everyone's playing! He almost doesn't know what to do with himself once Arekoth joins them, and slides beneath the brown to bare his belly but a moment before flipping right way up again. Then over to the queens to duck and dive, then to his blue brother, around whom he does a barrel roll with wings flared at the end. Fast fast fast! He tilts to lose some altitude, to break mid-sky and warble down at Iesaryth, look! He's doing things! And then back up again with a bark and another twist. "No," agrees Lujayn, pragmatic. "They're not. I can see that even from Honshu, and I hate it, I really do. I love this Weyr. I don't fly for her, and I don't want her - I'll be taking over from Xia in a few months, probably - but this is where she's from." Rielsath, presumably. "If I visibly, publicly, throw my support behind you, then all those people grumbling about how I'm really the senior will have to shut up. I want to go and have a drink in the Snowasis with you." This is high level diplomacy, right here. If Rielsath could grin~ She'll settle for warbling, through, and leading her misfit band of dragons through the skies. Best. Visit. Ever. (To High Reaches dragons from Rielsath) Does Rielsath remember the skies of High Reaches? Hraedhyth and the rest may have the home advantage in a game of tag. Or are they hunting the visiting gold in a mock hunt? Even the simple act of flying as a pack will satisfy the warrior queen, making her own game in keeping up with Rielsath. That warble inspires a savage bellow, leading and following and pushing for those that join them to have their own turn. In the sky, they are all equal. (To High Reaches dragons from Hraedhyth) There's something that Aishani's still not quite able to buy about this, by her expression... but there's nothing in her history with, knowledge of Lujayn that should lead her to believe there's something more nefarious happening. "You're taking over for Xia," she echoes, as if at least that makes sense, but she has to ask, "Will she rise soon enough?" And she smirks, if faintly and slowly, but it's there. "They'll never shut up, they'll just find something else. But... I would appreciate that. We would appreciate that." There's a pause, as she looks down at the table, before almost stubbornly, "She never lied about anything. She just... helped. They didn't come to us until it was too late to do much else." Even if the older woman doesn't care, perhaps she's owed something. Aw. Iesaryth is proud of Ahruth, all doing things and stuff. She lifts her head to warble at him in return - good show! - and settles back down to watch when he's twisted off again into the air. It just takes an awful lot for the gold to rouse herself for a chase, especially if there's warm sun and warmer rock... (To High Reaches dragons from Iesaryth) "Xia's going to step down as soon as Rielsath starts showing signs. A nice, clean transition." If anything, Lujayn sounds apologetic for that, acknowledging in her ruefulness that it's been nothing like that at High Reaches, and that, despite the circumstances that led to that, she could wish for it to be different. "No, they'll never shut up. But if it helps, even a little bit-- the last thing High Reaches needs is more of this." Her expression shifts all over again, at the last of what Aishani has said, and sends her gaze faraway, her nod minute and sad. "Poor Iolene. I tried to help her, when Tiriana wouldn't train her, but-- do you know why she did it?" Beat. "No, you don't need to tell me that. It doesn't matter, now, does it? It's done. Your part in it, and hers. Now we just have to pick up the pieces." Ilicaeth is a dragon of action, mostly, and with his clutchsib's rolling and twisting comes his own echos of such, the blue factoring in some head-tossing and even a rather crazy *forward-roll* - head over heels - that sends him diving towards Hraedhyth, before he recovers smartly and peels off only 100 feet away from the bellowing queen...trumpeting his mastery of the skies, at last! (To High Reaches dragons from Ilicaeth) Giving the other goldrider a wry look, Aishani shrugs. "Who knows what might have happened if all sorts of things had gone differently. That will be good for you. Your Weyr." Lujayn's Weyr. There's something both a little wistful and regretful about her tone, her expression all at once, but it doesn't sound like she's exactly been having fun, for all those who predicted more dire consequences from her power-grab. Because, really - that's what it was. She's certainly uncertain, tentative, but this is something she'll try: "I'd... appreciate that. People are starting to push wedges in where they can." As for the question, despite it being waved off, she has her own sad little smile. "I think Ysavaeth wanted it. But I think Io probably did it for K'del. But it doesn't matter now. Too much... gone." She doesn't need to add any more names to that list, not for Lujayn, which is likely why she pushes back her chair suddenly, getting out of it like that'll shake off the mood. "That sounds like a good time for a drink. If you have the time." Is it unfair for Lujayn to admit, then, "I'm really happy at Honshu. Happier than I was here, or at Igen."? She does it with grace, with a wry little smile that she swallows back, considering the rest of the conversation at hand. Her sympathy seems genuine, even if it's tinged with the faintest amount of-- what, hurt? Uncertainty? Distrust? It's tempered, whatever it is, by the rest of what she has to say. "We can never understand what drives people to do the things that they do," she says. "Even when we hate it. No - you're right. Too much gone. Let's get that drink." She has the time. She'll also have the smiles, and the apparent perfect contentment, enough to convince even the dubious that no, really, she's perfectly happy with how things stand. No regrets, right? For that grace, and that sympathy edged with something, Aishani can likewise have the decency to look faintly apologetic as well, for all she doesn't explain herself. Perhaps there's enough in her actions and in her name to explain it, perhaps it's just that there's really no explaining, particularly if one wants to leave the past in the past. But she notes lightly, "We can only hope that we have the strength - and they live long enough - for us to ask and listen, yes? That's the most difficult thing." If stating that has her briefly troubled, it's quick to pass, and she'll even lead the way out of the council room, though the glance over her shoulder shows that Shani, for all Lujayn isn't likely a ninja, is still not totally okay with having her back to anyone. But given goldriders' record here, should she be? Rielsath? Still flying. And, sure, maybe she doesn't remember exactly how all the thermals work and everything, but she's trying. Also? There's a not-so-subtle suggestion in her thoughts that that whole Snowasis thing? Totally happening. Look: there's her rider! And Iesaryth's! Because they're friendly. (It's not very subtle). (To High Reaches dragons from Rielsath) Idly, as she watches the looping and banking dragons still, with a sparkle on the tropical waves, Iesaryth notes, « Now the Snowasis. » As if it needed to all go in order, council chambers to Snowasis to somewhere else maybe. She goes off to sort out the next thing in that pattern as; « Oh, Rielsath said so. » She's more subtle, if only due to her distraction. (To High Reaches dragons from Iesaryth)
Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern.
"Over six months now," Aishani says, a little amazed by it still. "Iesaryth quite likes all of them; she was so frustrated with the eggs, having them to talk to is a constant pleasure." She orders her usual, more or less - apparently she comes in here often enough - and unsurprisingly, a table finds itself open for the two goldriders. Where people can watch them. But that's rather the point, isn't it? "Does Rielsath remember hers at all?" To High Reaches dragons, Hraedhyth huffs sooty caution Ilicaeth's way, cleared away by her burning encouragement to join them. Though there's a smoky inkling that he should leave the fancier maneuvers to certain speed demons who live on such things. As human business is brought up by not one, but two queens, she'll turn her attention to the simple joy of flying. Surely Hers will at least drop by, even if she is not able to stay for long. Hraedhyth? She's got nothing but time, and plans on flying as long as Rielsath does-- a subtle, friendly challenge. Lujayn's laugh is a warm one. Her order is for a cocktail, something pink and frilly, and probably a reference to some old joke-- one the bartender actually gets, given the way he returns her grin. "Rielsath doesn't trust her skills as a mother. I think she's quite afraid of her own eggs, her own hatchlings. But protective of them. She never remembers them for long, though. I reminded her that she had children here, and she was fascinated, but-- she doesn't feel anything towards them. So it goes. Besides... that last clutch." It brings back memories, and likely not good ones. She gives the other goldrider a wan smile. "Six months. Time goes so quickly." Aishani drinks rum neat, it appears, which might make a certain amount of sense, for people who put stock in that sort of thing. Despite giving that cocktail a look, she doesn't ask Lujayn, just seems amused. "Really? That's interesting. Iesaryth's only really interested in them as fully formed beings, more or less. And I think if they weren't terribly bright, she might not be pleased with that. I don't know how long she'll remember." It's something she's curious about by her tone, but her expression darkens a touch as she remembers, takes a drink. She just skips over mention of that last clutch before lifting her glass to offer, "To the one to come. And it really does." A pause. "I do wonder when to expect them... again. But I suppose there's little to do but wonder." Lujayn is unrepentant of her cocktail - indeed, she seems quite tickled by it, if not outright delighted. She lifts that glass to acknowledge Aishani's toast, and drinks, afterwards, using the time to come up with an appropriate reply. "I don't envy you that, either. Waiting, to see what happens. Who rises first. You don't even have any idea, I suppose, of what their cycles might be like. If there were a way to actually bring on an early flight--" Or postpone one, perhaps. But she shakes her head, and says, instead, "To happy clutches for us both, when the time does come, whenever that is. And happy Weyrs, too, in as much as that's ever possible." After her own sip, Aishani has to agree, "It was the waiting that was the worst before, and I imagine will be again." She sets down her glass carefully. "And no, no idea. We'll know after, for all the good that does. And if there were a way to do so, I'd imagine some enterprising dragonhealer out there would have it refined and sold to the highest bidder, or locked away for all time. One or the other." At least she acknowledges some people's better nature. Lifting her glass with long fingers again to tip Lujayn's way, "I don't know. Some seem happier than others. Once things are settled, it seems easier, for all that tragedies come and go." "Honshu's happy enough," allows Lujayn. "Though Xia still mourns, I think, that she and Olapeth didn't produce their own junior to be their heir. They lost one, turns ago, and I think it bothers her, and a lot of people. I'm glad she decided to bring me in well ahead of stepping down herself." She gives Aishani an appraising glance, abruptly, for all that she keeps smiling, perhaps deliberately. "Do you want Iesaryth to be the first to rise?" she wonders, quietly. "Because I'll tell you openly that while it hurt to know I wasn't Satiet's chosen successor, I was relieved, too. I wasn't even twenty, yet." Tentatively, "I can see that." Aishani is trying to, at least; it's difficult to think that far ahead - perhaps a little terrifying by the widening of dark eyes. After another drink, she considers her words, considers Lujayn and her appraising glance. "It would make some things easier... but many things more difficult. And it would hurt me, regardless." But by the lift of her chin, that's the kind of pride she has, not easily left alone. "I think that I'll... I think that I'll do what has to be done. I think most people draw a line. So, I'd be relieved if she is first. But I can't say that I won't be relieved if she isn't either. This... is not an easy place for me to-- care for." She can't even say it. The sharp line of Lujayn's expression is knowing, and, well-- she was High Reaches' junior when Aishani's father was executed. It's hard to tell what her feelings are, really, except that they're complicated. "I've so often been told that, as goldriders, we know our place. We're a Junior, or we're Senior; it's all binary. But it's not. Nothing is ever that simple." Hastily, she shifts her expression into something more neutral, something more befitting the friendly conversation that they really are having. "In the end, all we can do is our duty. Did I do the right thing, going to Honshu? Leaving the two of you?" With a little purse of her lips, Aishani notes, "It doesn't seem that way anymore. Nothing does." She swirls what's left of her drink around in her glass, perhaps looking a touch dour, but that's hardly uncommon for the Reachian goldrider. "If it ever was simple. I think we maybe see some things in the past as being easier because... well. We weren't there." Her glance to Lujayn is brief, from below her lashes as she echoes, "Our duty," then looks up more fully to offer the older woman a smile. "It was for you. What happened - no one could have predicted that. You can hardly be blamed for wanting a fresh start." Lujayn presses her lips together, clearly enjoying her most recent sip from that pink monstrosity. "That's true," she agrees. "I don't think you'd find any leader who claimed it was simple. Any of it. And it's not something you can teach - just experience." She swirls her straw through her drink, idly, and gives Aishani a careful nod. "No, probably not. But I felt guilty, even so. And... here we are, all over again. Now-- is there anything good going on around here? Catch me up. I'll have to go find some of my clutchmates, later, and see what they think, but for now..." Shani does have to eye that pink thing curiously if Lujayn's enjoying it so much - maybe she'll have to keep it in mind - and she nods slowly, considering experience with a wry smile. As for guilt, "It seems useless to me, feeling badly like that. Not that it's helped when I do, mind... but." A little shrug, curls bouncing over her shoulders. And is something good going on here? That's not really her department, but she'll try; "The weyrlings do seem like a good lot, and they're all managing without major injuries or damage." Even so, she raps her knuckles on the table - then continues to fill her in on some of the people she'd know about that aren't doing too badly personally, at least. The rest... well. It's all better left unmentioned for now. It's several hours after their arrival that Rielsath and her rider take their leave again - and for much of that, Lujayn's been a visible figure, with Aishani, in the Snowasis. « Goodbye, Iesaryth, » she says. « My rider says thank you for the company. We'll visit again! Goodbye everyone, thank you for flying with me! » And then they're gone-- back to Honshu's spring. Back to home. (To High Reaches dragons from Rielsath) |
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