Logs:And They'll Laugh
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| RL Date: 1 December, 2013 |
| Who: Ghena, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After the morning run: wing exercises, skirts, keeping up with clutchmates, and scary fertility. |
| Where: Bowl, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 5, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: A'rist/Mentions, D'kan/Mentions, G'laer/Mentions, L'sen/Mentions, Quielle/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions |
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| Most about the weyr are probably quite familiar with Knioth and Ghena's routine. The blue has hit a little over a third of his growth acomplished, and his rider? She is more lean muscle than akwardly tall and skinny. The morning is crisp and clear, even with the still dancing snowflakes. Having finished the routine run, Knoith is practicing the wing strengthening exercises. « Can't we just try a -little- glide? » He's petulant, and as usuall over loud. Telavi's stretching after that same run, blonde ponytail bouncing in a way it was never allowed to do during her weyrlinghood, talking to novice wingleader L'sen; a few moments after Knioth's outburst she mutters beneath her breath something about not having to share every little thing that has the weyrling giving her a puzzled look until she jerks her chin in Solith's direction. The green's reposed upon a low ledge but has left off whuffling at the falling snow to make it flurry more, eyes on her rider before she looks away. Only then does Telavi glance over at Ghena, but rather than interject, she gets on with what she's doing-- though not without another peek later, to see what the girl will do. Ghena rolls her eyes. "A -little- glide usually turns into you doing things you shouldn't." She counters, "Wouldn't hurt you to be a little quieter either. I got enough lectures after your singing escapade." The blue rumbles and chuffs. Finally it seems she relents, and the blue picks a spot to bound from and launch himself into the air spreading his wings to glide a short distance. "Aye no flapping!" She calls when she sees the wing muscle start to twitch. It's only a moment later that she realizes that Telavi and L'sen are there and she snaps a hasty salute. Now Telavi approaches, though it's after she's patted L'sen distractedly on the shoulder and shooed him off to his other work-- "And no, I won't tell you that!" she calls over her shoulder after him before she makes it the rest of the way to Ghena. "How are you holding up?" A dimple shows briefly. "Ready to join the harpers?" Knioth repeats the action though this time Ghena's distracted enough not to notice the wing twitch that sugests the barest hint of a flap. "I think even the firestone mines would be easier than dealing with that flowery, Harper talk'n blue." She points out deadpan. "Then again I have it easier than some. I think." The blue lands, plans a another leap, getting more bold with each attempt. "I'm afraid he's going to pull something and I'll have to suffer with it." "He probably will, but then he'll have to suffer too," Telavi points out brightly. "Firestone mines can be arranged, but only after you can fly together!" She tucks her cap lower over her forehead, bouncing on the balls of her feet for added warmth, and maybe also just to go-go-go for all that she isn't, yet. "Have you reminded him that if he pulls something," and though she looks over at Knioth, she doesn't seem bothered by the hint of flapping if she's noticed it at all, "all his siblings will pass him up? All that didn't do the same thing, anyway." Ghena laughs, "Well after there's really no point. I tried once, he promptly reminded me that the only a hand full could surpass him and certianly not that bronze. Did seem to make him less likely to try gliding without permission again." The blue Jumps Glides lands and repeats. "Some how I imagined I'd impress a lazy dragon." There's a wuff from the blue as his head turns to his rider. "I get frequently reminded that I did not." "He can go on thinking that," but Telavi shrugs prettily. "Just keep reminding him, and keep reminding him, that it's going to hurt and they will pass him up, and they'll laugh." That last might not be from anything like an official assistant's manual. "Well, as much as dragons laugh, but you know." She waves over to Knioth, whether he's looking or not, and swaps out the bouncing for jogging in place. "Who knows, maybe when he's full-grown he'll get lazy. It could happen," but she sounds doubtful. « As if the Porcine could ever catch up. » Ghena looks over at the blue again. "Quit thinking so loud, the rest of the world may not be interested in your adventuring." Huff, puff, and a flap of his wings, Knioth decides he is going to practice his wing exercises anyway. "Farnath I hope so, I'm really getting tired of waking up at the ass crack of dawn. You running?" Curious. Even if Telavi's getting it second-hand, "You never know," and this shrug is more elaborately eloquent. It also, seeing Knioth practicing, ends in a smile that's a little self-satisfied, a little like Quinlys' so often is... which in turn becomes a wrinkle of her nose. "I am. I am indeed. No more cramps, for this month anyway... if luck's with me. How are you holding up, that way, do they take you hard at all? When I was in the barracks, most of us girls got on the same schedule, it seemed like, and it was awful." Ghena tilts her head at Telavi as though she's just started speaking another language. "Cramps?" It takes a few moments for her to realize. "Oh, I don't really notice anymore, eleven of us girls growing up together." Clearly counting G'laer for sport, "Just sort of makes a mess." "Eleven," says Telavi; for all she knows, Ghena might have five sisters or fifteen. "Are those your Turn-mates, in the caverns? Or-- surely not your birth parents? But yes," she's nodding even as she continues the cool-down routine, "so messy. Especially when they take your best skirt right before you were going to wear it, and spill klah on it... not that I'm still bitter." A dimple flashes, briefly. Ghena laughs, "Nope, ten sisters plus G'laer, rider parents. Don't ask me why or rather How Mom managed it with all the 'tweening." Clearly she's got a super uterus or something. "I will honestly say I've never had that happen, but I never wear skirts. Worst is when Teisyth slobbers or Lythronath gets ... artsy." There's a grin, as the bluie stretches her arms out. "You still close with your clutchmates? Or does everyone just sort of forget it once they are part of the weyr at large again?" That gets Telavi laughing-- ten-plus, eleven!-- though really, the horror in her expression is growing. She even stops what she's doing to look at Ghena better, as though she might see a sign that reads, 'FERTILE.' "As long as it isn't catching," she says, hands over her heart. "It isn't even as though G'laer's the youngest, either. Ugh. I mean," not to backpedal or anything, "If you liked it? And your mother did? I'm happy for you. I am." But! "Skirts, never? Really?" Maybe if she does a just-a-minute wave for the clutchmates question, Ghena will forget. "So far she's the only female rider I know of to pop so many out, I just assume its a fluke." Maybe she hopes it's a fluke, or that she doesn't have to worry because Knoith isn't green. Eyes narrow a little as her question gets ignored, and the weyrling isn't going to let it alone. "That bad is it?" Suspicious. Just wait: Telavi can give her plenty of reasons to worry... later. "Is not wearing skirts? Well, I suppose not so bad, allowing for individual tastes," though she does wrinkle her nose slightly, "but I really think you're missing out. Especially in the summertime. I do love summer," Tela rambles. Only, "Or did you mean clutchmates? Oh," and her tone is a complex one, tinged with regret, though perhaps that last has more to do with switching the topic from skirts. "With some more than others, you could say. There's a regular poker game that I like to go to, and I'm getting a little better at it. D'kan holds it, usually. Do you know him? " The weyrling isn't entirely satisfied with the answer, but she listens. "Can't say I remember him, but I may have seen him before." She contemplates, thoughtfully. "Not a skirt fan either." She asserts, "I guess dissagreements are bound to happen eventually." She notes, thinking of a chat she'd had with L'sha. "Care to expand?" "Brown Kazavoth's rider, in Glacier? Kaz is, well, loud," Telavi says with a touch of affection that may not always have been there back when they all had to actually live together, and with less draconic control-- or maybe it's interest in control-- to boot. "He's, D'kan is I mean, about yea tall," gesturing above her head, maybe six feet or thereabouts, "Dark hair? Nice. Helpful." She doesn't press about skirts, doesn't even look too terribly disappointed. She does say, conservatively, "I don't know that it's so much disagreements... mostly... as having wingmates, other people to spend time with. Or avoid! So I'm in close touch with some, with others not so much." Ghena shrugs, "I suppose that makes a point. Loud like - Knioth thinkin everyone should know what he has to say or loud like lythronath roars?" When the matter is explained the weyrling looks thoughtful, "Hadn't thought about avoiding either I guess. You seem the bubbly sort though, not the kind to be avoiding anyone. If Solith's sunny thoughts are anything to go by." Knoith has probably written more sonnets. Ghena is probably glad of short term draconic memory. "Mostly the first one," Tela says, though she does have to think about it through the overhead stretches she's moved into. And at that assessment, she peeks at Ghena with a bit of a smile curling her lips. "You think so, do you. Solith is a sweet girl. It does make it easier, getting on with Knioth... and the others, of course." The weyrling laughs, eyes moving over to the blue who is fervently working his wings. "I lucked out with him, most of our problems rest in me - and I do, well aside from scaring poor weyrlings into thinkin' their dragons are going to loose their claws." See she hadn't forgotten. "Some of the others are easy to get along with, others - I really would hate to be the carpenter who has to replace the cots." Sagely. Telavi rewards her with dimples for the remembering, too, though her mouth is pursed pleasure instead of any grand grin. For the carpenter, "As would I. Maybe he should carve 'Be Careful With This' on the outside, as though that would help. And--" she turns all at once, all but spinning around. "We'd better go, Ghena. Quie says," presumably via Nhidanth, "the line's starting to get long." Breakfast! and then breakfast for the beasts. Ghena laughs, "Aye. Tell her thanks for the warning." Because she forgets about Knioth sometimes still. The bluie grins, and darts. "Last one to the Caverns gets to clean up after." |
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