Logs:Beneath The Surface
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| RL Date: 3 November, 2014 |
| Who: Lilah, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Fort Weyr, Telgar Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Something strange is going on at Telgar. |
| Where: Telgar Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 3, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Torani/Mentions, Prinavi/Mentions |
| Viyareth's clutch of fourteen eggs have been hardening on Telgar's sands for a seven, drawing admirers both local and foreign. Of course, the eggs are likely not the only draw cards -- many visitors perhaps using the excuse to gauge the feel of Telgar's new leadership pair, which seems to be the gossip of the moment. Also gossip, too, is Torani, and the guest list in her weyr -- apparently a certain Reachian bronzerider is now amongst that dubious list, seen striding out of the former senior's weyr and down to the bowl. Leiventh is settled there, still despite the gentle drifting of snow around them. R'hin lingers for a moment at the bronze's side before striding past for the hatching caverns, making to unzip his flight jacket as he steps across the threshold. Permission is sought from queen to queen before the familiar, bronzey figure of Eliyaveith appears in the skies above Telgar Weyr with little fanfare. And despite a surprised tendril of greeting extended towards Leiventh as she spots him in the bowl below, she does not move to settle near him. Instead, she lands only briefly to allow Lilah to slide down, launching back up into the sky and further away from those hatching sands and Viyareth's precious clutch. She ends up settling on one of the peaked rims of the Weyr, though her whirling gaze watches Leiventh. Lilah's dark eyes skim over the bronze as well, briefly, but her steps take her quickly towards the hatching caverns, unknowingly following R'hin's path. Leiventh is distant -- distracted might be a better word -- his acknowledgement of Eliyaveith a fleeing whirlwind of attention that departs as soon as it arrives, dissipating as if whipped away by some other force. In the galleries, there's a few weyrfolk gathered here and there, using the excuse of the warmth to perform various chores. R'hin's made his way to the lowest tier, leaning against the railing that separates gallery and sands, his jacket slumped forgetfully on the ground near him. Pale, distant gaze stares in the direction of the clutch, but he doesn't seem to be paying all that much attention to it, something unsettled in the way his fingers clutch against the railing. Of course Lilah's gaze catches on R'hin's first; it lingers there even as she delivers the expected duties and congratulations to Prinavi. It does not take her long, however, before she extracts herself to join the bronzerider. "They look-- healthy," is perhaps not the best choice of words as she steps beside him, her fingers lifting to tuck one escaped curl behind her ear. "They do," R'hin replies, with an odd sort of bite; it's before he even glances sidelong to take in whose made the comment, and when he does there's a faint surprise at the presence of the Fortian that passes quickly. He doesn't try to alleviate the tone, but his gaze does travel back towards the eggs. Eventually. Surprise registers for the second time in the soft features of Lilah's expression at that bite of words and her own attention remains on R'hin in a study even as he looks away. Eventually, she does shift back to watching the eggs as well, adding a quiet, "How are you, R'hin?" The line of the Wingleader's jaw tightens in response to her question. R'hin's gaze remains on the egg for moments more, as if using that as an excuse for a delay in response. That it comes when her gaze is on the eggs, too, is no coincidence. "I'm fine." "That sounds pointed," murmurs Lilah, and this time her gaze does not leave those eggs. Instead, she leans forward all the more against the railing there beside him, her forearms pressed against it as she watches the eggs. But, the tension of her posture, the way she falls silent-- it is clear that she is waiting expectantly. R'hin doesn't say anything more. Doesn't seem like he's going to say anything more, except, finally: "Listen," is muttered harshly under his breath. He doesn't mean her, though it'd be easy to mistake. The sounds of the Weyr are normal, here: the weyrfolk chatting about this bit of gossip or that. The cold wind of Leiventh's thoughts are there, briefly, serving to draw Eliyaveith along with him, amongst the thoughts of the Weyr's dragons at large. There's an odd sort of mood in the minds of the dragons of Telgar Weyr: a calm that at first is nothing to take note of, and yet... there is something. Viyareth is at the center of it, somehow, which isn't wholly unusual given she is now the senior. It may be that for a moment, Lilah does listen to the sounds of the hatching cavern. She certainly doesn't speak again, not yet at least. It is Eliyaveith that shares that sense with her rider, though as soon as she is directed to it, it is everything that the dragon can do to ignore her own instinct to pull at those threads of thoughts around her. Leiventh can feel the twitchy desire to dig into the minds of the dragons around her further, before the queen draws herself behind a sudden, molten wall of liquid steel. "What is--," the rider beside R'hin starts, cutting herself off as well with a seeking look to meet his gaze. The twitchy intent of the Fortian queen is noted, and immediately Leiventh mentally draws alongside her, the intensity of his thoughts not unlike the intensity of his riders oft-pale-eyed stare; searching and seeking, the rock of stability and equally the impassable wall. That it serves as a distraction too is, perhaps, just as intended, easing away marginally as Eliyaveith retreats; he does not pursue, but stands instead as the bulwark at the gates, just on the edges of her thoughts. Instead of answering Lilah's unfinished question immediately, R'hin seeks to draw her gaze back to the eggs with a flicker of fingers in that direction. "When they're first clutched, the shells are soft. Fragile. The tiniest..." his finger nail taps against the railing, abruptly. "I imagine how much stressful that would be, having to turn them and watch over them when they are so fragile," Lilah replies lightly, sliding dark eyes back to the eggs only after a long, lingering moment. "Elaruth always seems so tense with them, at least." The heat behind her molten wall ebbs and flows, but it does not come down as Eliyaveith keeps herself trapped behind it, a fiery presence. On the rim of the Weyr, she has gone as still as stone. The Fortian earns herself a quick, sidelong look from the Reachian bronzerider, as if R'hin's trying to determine whether her interest is genuinely on the plight of the eggs. He exhales sharply, almost a snort. "I need a fucking drink." And he's striding off up the aisle, abruptly, forgetting even to collect his flight jacket. Lilah doesn't stir to follow him immediately, but nor does she wait long. After a moment, she leans down to retrieve that jacket, pointing out to the weyrfolk nearest to her that he left it before she sets off after him. He is likely out of the cavern, at the least, by the time she catches up. R'hin has, indeed, made it out of the caverns, and is striding across the snow-covered ground to Leiventh's side. That he's left his jacket clearly occurs to him when there's a brief hesitation there, but that he makes a conscious decision to forgo it is just as obvious, as he climbs adroitly up to settle between the bronze's neckridges. "Are you going Between without your gear?" Lilah calls out as soon as she is close enough that her words may carry, the jacket lifted in the clutch of her fingers to shake at R'hin in a gesture as she continues towards his bronze. Eliyaveith's wall starts to really melt away, even as the dragon stirs from her spot and launches herself into the air with every intent to meet her rider below. The spread of the hook nosed bronze's wings seems an obvious answer to that, though Leiventh refrains from launching given Lilah's nearness. R'hin, instead, stares down at her, pale eyes hard, waiting -- to see what she'll do. Lilah doesn't seem to do anything, for a moment. Her brows curve upwards and she stares up at R'hin, but eventually she steps back and away as Eliyaveith lands. "I guess I'll keep it, then," she offers to the bronzerider, before truly retreating towards her own dragon. There's perhaps a brief twitch in his jaw, visible before she retreats to her dragon. R'hin doesn't respond verbally; instead he leans close against Leiventh's neck, possibly for the warmth. The moment the goldrider is safely out of range, the bronze launches skywards, and halfway through the third beat of his wings, they vanish between. |
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