Logs:Been Long
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| RL Date: 16 April, 2015 |
| Who: Jo, K'zin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo and K'zin briefly catch up, and so do their dragons. |
| Where: Southern Rim, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 19, Month 7, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Edyis/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions |
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Directly opposite the sharp spikes of the Reaches' characteristic spires
lies the bowl's south rim, from above seeming pinched like a baker's pie
crust to form this distinctive lip: a soft curve, several dragonlengths
long but only four lengths wide before narrowing into impassable crags. It
would have to be an apprentice effort, however, given how even the flatter
area is riddled with cracks and hollows, dusted with glittery silicate
quartz that is far more gritty than sweet.
Though the view down into the bowl is commanding, the views beyond it can
be absolutely breathtaking on clear days: eternally snow-capped mountains
descending to high-altitude meadows and the dark brush of evergreens, and
greener valleys beyond even those, with only glimpses here and there of
human habitation. But the views come with a risk: the wind can blow hard
and strong, and whether looking inward or outward, there is no protection
from the precipitous chasms that fall away from these heights.
Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly
warm evening. A breeze tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the
air. With the dragonhealers having passed down the word that the eggs have hardened sufficiently to expect hatching in the ambiguous 'soon' of time, it might not be strange to find K'zin enjoying one of his last nights of freedom, given the assistant weyrlingmaster's knot he now sports. He's seated on the dozing Rasavyth's back, a sketch pad resting on his knees and eyes rising away from it to take in the vivid color of the sunset over the spires that would, no doubt be more spectacular if there were clouds, but one can't have everything, it's said. Winking in from Between, it is no surprise to find the deep blue dragon and his rider coming into the Weyr instead of going out once they land on the Rim. Tacuseth is quick to greet the familiar bronze once he realizes that the Rim is not vacant, giving the black leather-clad Jo time to dismount and step from her dragon to peer at the bronze pair. Her low chuckling is her greeting once she spies who's there, and the convict rider saunters over towards K'zin shaking her head as she watches him with the sketch pad. "Still at it," she greets low, and she will nod her head should he turn to look at her right then. K'zin's eyes rise to find Jo at the sound of her voice; Rasavyth's eyes follow suit for the blue. « Tacuseth, » contains remembered fondness, if perhaps an odd edge of uncertainty. « It has been some time, has it not? » questions the tenor that's not quite a purr in this moment, the ooze there, but no reflection of Tacuseth's own mind offered. "Gotta make my pocket change somehow," K'zin answers with a measure of humor. "Public punching bag doesn't pay well," he notes with more of the same. "How are you, Jo?" The last is casual, but underscored with genuine interest. « Been long, Rasavyth, » Tacuseth's return in fondness is accompanied with the windblown praise of a gladiatorial crowd. « Been long. » And the blue is definitely open to catching up with the bronze eagerly. "Reduced to pocket change, is it?" Jo picks up, dropping down to a settled lean a pace away from K'zin. "Shit, man. I leave ya for a chunk o'time...but, yeah. I'm always good. Rough turn'o it all 'round in this Weyr, right? Ya know me, though. Me'n mine keep to the shadows. Always," and it's paired with a secretive smile. "What about you, eh? Haven' even seen that girl of yers." That he remembered it to be so seems to have a soothing effect on Rasavyth. It's not far into catching up when Rasavyth expresses, « I find it easier, since Hraedhyth's passing. » He seems to realize immediately that that didn't come out as he intended. « No, not... easier. » There's confusion so unfamiliar to the sharp mind that was Rasavyth before the crash at Telgar. « I am finding myself able to be better. Because of the memory of her. » Does that make more sense? He's not sure. He's not the same scheming bronze of days of yore, that much is clear. "Then you'd better stop leaving me for chunks of time or it mightn't be worth my while. They're paying me more now, you know," is said with false seriousness, his pencil hand rising to touch the end of the pencil to his knot. Everyone knows AWLMs are paid well for their time... right? (Hahaha.) "Rough turn this turn, rough turn last turn, the turns before weren't stellar either. I'm starting to wonder what High Reaches would do if they ever had an honest to goodness good turn. You'd probably run out of shadows to hide in, then what would you do?" His brows lift in question to the bluerider. Even though he doesn't say it, it's clear from the mind sense Tacuseth sends the younger bronze's way that he understands. « Better, » he seems to say in agreement, or, perhaps he means that things will be better. « She still recovers, » he goes on to add at length, « After Iesaryth. » So, he understands. As for Jo, "Geez, between youn Edyis," is all Jo comments on her leaving them a chunk at a time. "Had things that needed doin', that had me tied." Clearly isn't her fault, her half-shrug seems to say. "As for good turns'n bad turns, well," and she pauses, leaning back to get more comfortable as she unfastens her riding leathers long enough to free the flask hidden within, "there'll always be shadows to hide in, see. Haven' ya learned by now that goodness will never be one-hundred percent?" At least, that's Jo's philosophy as she raises her flask in salute to that before taking a drink. "'Sides, yer all capable now, bein' assistant weyrlin'master," and she gestures with her flask towards hi shiny shoulderknot. "I could see the shine off that right when I Betweened in. Lookin' forward to moldin' minds?" « As do I, » is quiet but fervent sentiment for Iesaryth. Rasavyth considers. « I am not sure Niahvth will ever be my queen. » But then, Hraedhyth was not either. Iesaryth was with whom his loyalty lay. « But this new one, » or the supposed new one. The golden egg on the sands. The sentence goes unfinished, but there is a sense of deep contemplation. Perhaps she will provide him the grounding anchor he needs. "Edyis?" K'zin asks with a single raised brow of inquiry directed at the bluerider. "Sorry, I talked to Quinlys about something less gawdy, but it just makes my hair look so pretty..." The bronzerider makes this response deadpan. Far more serious is his, "Yeah. Will just have to wait and see if Tela and I can handle working together and seeing each other at home. It changes things, you know? But the weyrlings I'm looking forward to. It feels... I don't know, right, to be doing it. Teaching them. Rasavyth feels clearer these days, when he's at the barracks. It's sort of cathartic for both of us to be back there." He knows better than to ask Jo about what needed doing; surely if she wants to share, she'll share. Tacuseth shows truth in Rasavyth's statement on queens. « We do not know this Niahvth, » he simply says on that, but again, adds in, « Hraedhyth, we followed on the surface, » but in the shadows, he didn't need to say who his and his rider's true queen was. « This new one, we should check out in caution, » he sends, his leaking some of his suspicion over an Igen queen. Jo snorts while the dragons plot. "She's one of the candidates," is all she gives in explanation. "Barely any from Crom in that bunch," in a tone which suggests she's hardly invested. "A shame." On Telavi, with a grin - with everything he says - "That's good," she states, reaching to try and thump him once on the shoulder. "Ya seem..." Better? Different? She lets it handle, her expression showing all that she can't articulate aloud. "Sounds like ya found yer callin'. Good on ya, darlin'." She evens offers her the contents of her flask. Rasavyth's simple, « I look forward to teaching her, » might sound ominous regardless of how he means it to sound. « I have never known a young queen, » is added thoughtfully. Not even the one that he's told he sired but has no memory of. K'zin doesn't mind the thump, addressing the matter of Edyis first. "Yeah, I know. Rasavyth wanted me to ask her. I think, perhaps, mostly to get back at me for Igen." K'zin's brow wrinkles with uncertainty. "Maybe the Crom prospectives didn't like the idea of getting shipped off to Igen if they didn't Impress something big and shiny," he suggests, but without much investment in the statement. He's already thinking on the next. "I think... when he was weak, I had to be strong? If that makes sense. I don't know. We get on better now, together, but I still wish he wasn't..." Whatever he is. The bronzerider doesn't make assertions, simply trails off frowning. Tacuseth could ask what he meant by teaching, but he amusedly doesn't. « To each their own, » is all he says to that, having no interest in queens. As for Jo, she stays silent to let K'zin talk, nodding at times and drinking at others until the end. Then, as she looks over the rim, "Well," she starts, inclining her head slowly, "I always thought that bronze of yers was quite clever for a dragon. From what Tac would tell me. Perhaps yer lookin' at him all wrong. Why snuff a brilliant mind like that? Make yer peace with it, rather. He's all ya got, here," she notes, looking his way. "Ain; a good thing to be at odds." Jo's words make K'zin smile almost sadly, "No," he finally says, "That's not what I mean." There's a rueful laugh. "I'm saying I miss the him that was all the things I thought I hated. I never thought I'd miss it if he were different, but..." He shrugs. "Live and learn, I guess. Can't change it now. Trying to help him. Get himself back, you know?" If this were someone else, perhaps K'zin would be more guarded, but it's not like Jo doesn't understand secrets, and though there's been time aplenty since they last spoke, there's still a companionable quality to their interaction that seems to make K'zin comfortable enough to be candid. "You ought to come by sometime. Spar, or drink, or both. Tela's even getting a bit better with the punching bag. She's around a lot. When I'm not at her place." They share. But definitely still two places. He's standing then to fold his sketchpad closed. "Actually, I'm probably late to meet her now. But we'll see you?" He asks the bluerider as he walks up toward Rasavyth's neckridges to settle in preparation for departure. A dragon changing...Jo takes that in with a thoughtful nod before she says, "Never more potent than 'be careful what ya wish for'. Perhaps all is not lost yet," and she nods towards Rasavyth with Tacuseth's head leaned towards the bronze meaningfully. Stuffy her flask away now as she gets to her feet, "I'll stop by," she agrees easily, the grin a bit more genuine and a bit less cocky. "Maybe tests those skills of yers'n Tela, eh? Send her a greetin' from me." She's letting him go, but the bluerider doesn't look to be departing from the rim just yet. "Catcha 'round, K'zin." Rasavyth shifts his aristocratic frame up with a rumble for Tacuseth. « Not so long next time, » he perhaps requests, or maybe just suggests to the blue. "I will," K'zin's a good boyfriend like that. "I'm sure I've enough sketches to flood the market, too. And some more decks done. I'll get them to you then." With a nod to the blue and his rider, the bronze pair is off, Rasavyth's dull-topped wings snapping open to reveal their shining underside as they shift to catch the wind and angle for home. |
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