Logs:Book-Cover Situations
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| RL Date: 19 January, 2016 |
| Who: Edyis, Lys, Akluseth, Evyth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis and Lys have a relatively frank discussion on their feelings about Impression. The dragons speak more cheerfully of wing prospects and likes. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 13, Month 11, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Ethran/Mentions, Farideh/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, Mielline/Mentions, T'mic/Mentions |
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>---< Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr(#276RJs) >-------------------------------<
The rest of the bowl may be barren, grass barely surviving at best, but
here by the lake, it's brilliantly green in the warmer months: thickening
and thriving in the silty, boulder-dotted soil just before it transitions
to soft sand and thence to the cool, clear water itself.
A large freshwater lake fed by a low waterfall, it not only provides
warm-weather bathing space for humans and dragons, but has one end fenced
off as a watering hole for the livestock in the feeding grounds. The water
there is often muddier than the rest of the clear lake, whose shallows
drop off abruptly several yards out into deep water, and whose edge
undulates against the coarse-hewn bowl wall: here close enough to just be
bramble-covered rocks, there far enough away that a narrow land bridge
divides the main lake from a smallish pond. Between are several rocky
outcroppings that form excellent makeshift diving points, though only one
-- across the bridge -- has a set of narrow, slippery, quite possibly
tempting stairs.
A light rainfall patters on and off throughout the day, making everything
slick and gray and muddy.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Edyis F 22 5'4" slight, brown hair, brown eyes 21s
Lys F 20 5'5" slender, blonde hair, blue-green eyes 0s It's late afternoon, and some wings are already returning from the day's sweeps. Edyis is perched on a boulder, still damp from the rainfall earlier in the day. Akluseth's straps are neatly arrayed next to her while the brown surfaces in the lake nearby. It's a little more sparsely populated today due to the rain, but there's still a few people out jogging or tending to various chores near the water. Lys' leather coat, while slightly overly large, is worn as a matter of practical guard for the on-off rain of the day, not as a matter of fashion or, apparently, flight for Evyth wears no straps. Evyth's steps are a crawl compared with Lys' brisk pace, but it manages to keep them more or less together. The greenrider's blue-green gaze scans the area enough that it's probably not a mistake that she ends up within general conversation range of that boulder the brownrider sits on, yet there's no greeting immediately forthcoming as the dragon heads for the water. Deep washes of green and blue roll gently on the warm tide, golden light filtering through the restless waves in greeting. (To Evyth from Akluseth) Not so oblivious as to miss the senior weyrling pair, and yet she does not broach the silence just yet. Eventually, Edyis does study the pair, gaze somewhat distant, as though in conversation. To Akluseth, Evyth's return greeting comes with succulent, homey smells woven through a feeling of effervescent joy. Even with the rain, it's a good day to be alive. « Hello! » is cheerful in her sweet voice. "Brownrider," Lys greets politely without really looking her direction, but after she becomes part of the brunette's study. "Taking advantage of the solitude?" It might be her way of asking if she's intruding, although with this greenrider she might just be trying for that. « Hi. » It's a little monosyllabic, but there's more warmth in it than anything else. « Are you excited to be flying with the wings soon? » Turning to regard the young green with a wing flap that might be a wave. (To Evyth from Akluseth) "Weyrling." Edyis returns, equally polite. "Not particularly, Seaweed brain over there wanted to swim, but I've got too many reports to write to go to a beach somewhere. So he's settling for the lake today." Stretching lazily on her perch, as whatever hesitation was in the woman's posture before melts away. "How does it feel? Having impressed I mean. She's rather adorable." To Akluseth, Evyth is excited! « Already! » she tells Akluseth with no small amount of enthusiasm. « We're already drilling with the wings, sometimes. I can't wait until I know which one will be ours. » It's an exciting prospect. A wing where they belong. « Lys has spoken briefly with Jo about Snowdrift. Do you like it there? » She warbles a more physical hello to the brown and while she seems to have no small lack of small talk, it doesn't distract her from her personal hygiene regimen. "Too bad the weather isn't more cooperative or you could've written reports while he swims," Lys suggests mildly. She doesn't suggest it might've been more pleasant with more cooperative weather on a beach somewhere, but likely that's a purposeful omission. Blue-green eyes turn on Edyis, expression bland, but eyes betraying some thoughtfulness. "Seems like the sort of question you should've asked me months ago if you were going to ask it." Still, she answers, "She's perfection. This," a flick of fingers loosely indicate her knot, "is purpose. I'd still be lost without either." Akluseth is good with enthusiasm, her effervescent energy eliciting silvery bubbles of good-natured laughter. « Snowdrift is the best. » Naturally, because he's there. « Tacuseth and Corobith are fun, and Jorrth's there too. We get to do all kinds of different things, like fishing for people with nets and other tricky maneuvers. » (To Evyth from Akluseth) Edyis laughs. "Then I'd get distracted by the water and the good weather." There's an arch of her brow at the accusation, and a beat of thoughtfulness over it. "Are you truly hurt over the fact that I've not asked it prior?" Her tone mild with a touch of curiousness to it. "I don't have much to do with the weyrlings, coupled with the plauge and my own duties to tend to," she trails off, "but I suppose it was a selfish oversight on my part." To Akluseth, Evyth is happy to hear about Akluseth's experiences, his likes, and she'd probably like hearing about his dislikes, too, if there were any. « Lys says I enjoyed drilling with Snowdrift when we did. But she said that was months ago. When we were wingleaders. » There's some pride in that. Weyrling wingleader, of course is hardly prestigious but she's proud for the memory via Lys of having done it well, with lots of help from their friends-slash-wingmates. "No, I simply find it strange that you would bother this many months after the fact." Lys replies without rancor, though the bluntness of her response might not translate to sounding wholly friendly. She looks out to where the green is in the water. "I don't really care if you ask or not. It's not like we're friends." That's not mean, just matter-of-fact. "It just seems like it would be asking Farideh how she feels about being a mom once Ethran once he's nearly full-grown, you know? So much has happened and changed since that moment that it can't help but color the overall opinion." She looks now to the brown, "How do you find Snowdrift to suit you?" It's only a distinct change of topic if one isn't included in the dragons' discussion. Akluseth is good at listening too, happy to hear all about the weyrling pair's experiences. Not that he remembers enough of his own weyrling hood to add to the conversation. « What other wings do you like? » (To Evyth from Akluseth) Edyis can't help but smile a little at the explanation. "Doesn't make the question any less valid, though yes the answer will invariably be different. How I feel about impressing Akluseth now, is a very different thing from how I felt when we first started, or even as senior weyrlings ourselves." There's a lift of the shoulder, "It's where we belong right now." Her answer is matter of fact, and equally blunt when discussing Snowdrift. "Just took a while to find our stride." There's a pause, a pregnant pause. Finally, Evyth admits, « I can see good points about all of them. » With some dragons, this would be dissembling, for this green, she seems to mean it. She sees the good in them, in perhaps all things. (To Akluseth from Evyth) "And how is that?" It might be asked because it's the next logical question, but blue-green gaze betrays some mild interest as Lys glances back to Edyis. The look doesn't linger, but she looks back to the lake adding, "He seems to like it. Is that important to you?" Edyis's brow furrows as she considers the question. After some time; "I wasn't supposed to actually impress, and he was nothing at all like what I had anticipated if I did impress." She scratches her throat as she thinks on it some more. "Then as weyrlings it seemed like no matter what I did, or tried to do, we'd hit brick walls over and over again. By the time graduation rolled around I was fairly sure that there wasn't a single wing out there that wanted us." More silvery bubbles flutter and dance from the depths at her answer, warm laughter echoing. He takes to diving back into the water and swimming his laps. (To Evyth from Akluseth) "So, conflicted, despairing, hopeless," Lys names emotions in that explanation of how Edyis felt that included no such words. The words, perhaps, as much as the answer the brownrider offered earns a long thoughtful look from the greenrider. "One of those book-cover situations, aren't you." It's not really a question. Then her eyes are away again to the green. "Are you about done?" She calls to Evyth, tone warming unconsciously as she speaks to her lifemate, who warbles something agreeable before heading toward the shore. Edyis tilts her head at that, "Book cover situations?" There's a pause, and the brownrider shakes her head, "Not so much that, I think, as much as it was that I had a lot of things to learn about myself first, lots of rough edges that still need polishing. I'm still learning, still growing even after a turn of being in the wings." "Book, cover." Lys repeats in the wake of that explanation. "That saying aunties the world over are fond of. Not judging a book by its cover." She twists briefly to make a gesture that encompasses the whole brownrider. "I don't think there's anyone that doesn't have things to learn about themselves or doesn't have rough edges. Some just have more or more obvious ones than others." Edyis shrugs with a laugh, "I suppose so, though I'm curious as to what the cover looked like now." A green flash pops in and settles on the brownrider's shoulder, a message harness attached. "Sounds like you are content with the way things turned out for you two, though." Casting an eye to the bathing green as she frees the message from the lizard at her shoulder. "Where do you guys feel the most comfortable shadowing at this point?" Evyth pauses at water's edge, plenty far enough that when she shakes the water on her, nothing much goes toward the conversing women. "Well, what's life without the little mysteries," Lys' tone is a little sardonic as she denies satisfaction to that particular curiosity. Given how Lys has been known to be though, it's likely that's possibly for the safety of all involved. "We can fit a lot of places. One of those generic fill-in pairs." That last is almost certainly all lies, but she sells it well. She glances to the green and then to the brownrider, "I'm sure I'll see you when we're shadowing Snowdrift." That seems to serve as farewell from the woman, though the green offers something more traditional and cheery with a, « Nice meeting you! » to the brown as they head toward the bowl. Whether or not the brownrider believes, or not, the departure is watched and noted with a nod before her attention is drawn back to her own lifemate. |
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