Logs:Born To Be
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| RL Date: 7 July, 2013 |
| Who: Suraieth, Tajireth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Tajireth has Opinions. |
| Where: Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 7, Month 3, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| « You disappoint me. » Who is- oh. Just /that/ brown again. (To Suraieth from Tajireth) A prompt answer, still waters deep, so very deep, holding her thoughts and feelings like a secret far beneath. « What do you want? » (To Tajireth from Suraieth) A chill in the air, or a chill in the waters, now. « You could be so much more. » (To Suraieth from Tajireth) No: warm water. Suraieth heats it; steams it. « I am who and what I am. It is only logical. » (To Tajireth from Suraieth) As quick as she heats it, parts of coolness linger, an ice forming slowly on the surface to trap the still waters underneath. « Logic says that you are merely a green; I am merely a brown. Do you hear them talking? » /Them/ being the older dragons in the Weyr. « See how interested they are in the /bronzes/? » (To Suraieth from Tajireth) To Tajireth, Suraieth doesn't much like Tajireth's influence over /her/ waters, and retreats - if he wants to ice her in, well, that's fine. Rah. And yet, as if from great distance, « We cannot all be bronzes. We all have a role to play, Tajireth. » Slowly, the ice melts- the game is no fun if she doesn't play. Instead, the brown's presence /agitates/ the water, perhaps no concidence given his next words: « But why? Who decides which role /we/ should take? If you and I decided to be much /more/, who could stop us? » A flicker of... well, it's not fondness, but it is /regard/, of the sleeping R'zi. « /He/ decided to be more than what he was born to. » (To Suraieth from Tajireth) To Tajireth, Suraieth likes this agitation even /less/, and throws herself into the process of soothing it, forcing stillness (with only limited success; her /own/ irritation can only agitate things more, of course). « It is as it is, » she says, certain. « We are who we are born to be. Your rider was born to be your rider. He may have thought he decided... but he did not. » « You could be more, » Tajireth says, again, letting her soothe the waters back to something calm - if his very presence allows it, anyway: « If you didn't set yourself to such a status quo. » As for R'zi: « I would not have found him if he didn't come for me. » (To Suraieth from Tajireth) To Tajireth, Suraieth tries, marshalling her forces into smoothing water, as if it can be done with a laying on of hands, and all due religious pomposity. « But he was meant to come for you, » is her conclusion. « Just as N'dalis was meant to come for me. What would you have me be, Tajireth? » « Stronger. /Bigger/ than you are now. » The brown doesn't mean /physically/, clearly. « Questions should be asked. Answers should be given. » A little twitch to the water, causing rippling all the way along, though he's otherwise leaving her be. (To Suraieth from Tajireth) A moue of distaste sets Suraieth's waters to rippling again, but at least it has nothing to do with Tajireth himself. « No, » she says. « I am strong. I am big. I am /myself/: Suraieth. If I were something Other, I would not be Suraieth. It would not be logical. » (To Tajireth from Suraieth) « Suraieth can change. Just as N'dalis changed, when you met each other. Just as R'zi changed for me. Perhaps you will change for me, too. » Again, that brief wash of disappointment at her answer: under his guiding hand, her waters /expand/, become depthless, endless, vast and still. (To Suraieth from Tajireth) Irritation - storm clouds, rough waves, the pounding, pounding, /pounding/ of water against something unmoved. « I will not change for you, » she says, low and dangerous. « Or for anyone. I am Suraieth. And you... you will only lead to ruin. » (To Tajireth from Suraieth) « You can be much, much more, » the brown's voice repeats, insistently. But the irritation is enough for him to retreat further, setting up watchfully nearby, in the way he's taken to. Always watching her, like waiting for that glimmer of /something/ bright that he's sure will one day appear. (To Suraieth from Tajireth) « Or less. » It's the only thought Suraieth sends after himself, as she draws that water around herself, washing away her irritation like a baptism; a renewal. And a retreat. (To Tajireth from Suraieth) A noise like a snort chases after those words, and that lingering sense of cool disappointment. (To Suraieth from Tajireth) |
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