Logs:Casual conversation of common causes
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| RL Date: 12 April, 2013 |
| Who: K'zin, Rasavyth, E'sren, Ahruth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'zin and E'sren finally formally meet. Their conversation is of commonalities they share, like Sabella and Mave. |
| Where: Weyrling Training Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 7, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: 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. |
| Mentions: Sabella/Mentions, Mave/Mentions, N'ky/Mentions, Alida/Mentions |
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| Weyrling Training Cavern, High Reaches Weyr All the furniture here has been pushed to one side of the room to allow a large pathway opposite: room enough to let weyrling dragons pass from the bowl's archway to the cavernous barracks at the back. None of the furniture matches, either: it varies from big cushioned, claw-footed chairs to those of plain wood, while the most seating is at the two stone tables ringed by low and equally hard stone benches. Without the tapestries that decorate many of the Weyr's other interior spaces, the room always echoes with noise, no matter how few are there. What it does have, however, are several colorful murals: on one wall, a detailed diagram of a dragon's anatomy; opposite, next to a creaky wooden door, a number of painted and labeled wing formations. Near the entrance is a large-scale version of the Weyr's badge, while the back wall, by the barracks, features a detailed map of the continent. The latter area's also home to one big, beat-up couch, black or maybe blue -- the thing's so old and filthy it's hard to tell, though it's certainly comfortable.
Since Sabella is off doing something else, E'sren is opting to stay behind in the cavern to read on the couch and enjoy the quiet. Alone time is moments counted too few and far between and he'll take what he can get. But he isn't alone, K'zin and Rasavyth are here, so instead of the couch his goal is the table they occupy. Ahruth pads along at his side, sleek and bright and long, and chuffs his end of the greeting. His rider's is wordier, a simple question for now, "What's all this?" With a tap of finger to one of those hides. Though the continent map is on top, below there are sketches on largish hides (about the same size as the map), detailed. There's a ship, the outside of a Hold, a few other images that might be familiar to another caught in Mave's creative web. K'zin's brown gaze flicks up from the map, and Rasavyth's simultaneously away from the frame to each regard their biologically similar classmate before swapping and swapping back. K'zin's nod of greeting is immediate and easy, though his expression is one of focus that the still hasn't let go of entirely. "Oh, just working on the geography and history game." He nods towards the frame, "And something for Mave." A flick of fingers gesture to the drawings. "You're E'sren, right? I don't think we've met in more than -- well, the whole living together and working together and eating in similar places. You're friends with Sabs, right?" He offers out a hand, expression shifting from serious to a friendly grin. To Ahruth, Rasavyth's presence is polite. At the edge of Ahruth's mind there is first a shimmer in what seems like nothing at all. Upon closer examination, certain angles of thought reveal a transparent ooze stretched across all that is Rasavyth's touch. It's not the gross kind of ooze, though there is something a touch unsettling about it (it being ooze and all). It shimmers pleasantly, cordially, inviting. "Oh, yeah, Mave's thing. I thought this looked vaguely familiar." 'This' being maybe a glimpse of one of those ships or something. E'sren tilts his head to try it all from a different angle, but acknowledges that hand when it comes. "Yeah, and you're K'zin." There's no guessing there, and apparently he feels like 'yeah' will do the trick for both questions. He releases the other weyrling's hand and pockets his own. "You're friends with Sabella too?" Nevermind how serious his dark eyes look just then, for that. Ahruth is sitting politely, his whipcord tail coiled around his paws. Once addressed by his bronze brother he turns his slender head to regard him with one keen eye. To Rasavyth, Ahruth doesn't necessarily know what to do about all of this ooze stuff, he's been party to it before but it's an alien concept to him. Then again, he isn't much for the mental effects. « Hello, Rasavyth, » he says simply, choosing a warm, lilting tenor voice that he might have picked up somewhere. « You're particularly oozey today. » It isn't that his mind is empty, it's just... the vague idea of color and happy, almost impatient sensations. "She roped you into it too, hm?" K'zin queries with a smile that's now comradely. "What's she got you doing for it?" He reaches to pull the drawings out from under the map so E'sren can get a better look. They're pretty complete drawings of smaller concepts. A finger points to the one of the outside of a Hold. "Ever been to a Hold? Did I get that one right? I had to get the image from Ras who got it from-- well, someone or another who's been to a Hold." Since he, evidently, hasn't. "Did I hear that your family is traders?" His interest is apparent; he may be a home body, but who doesn't love it when the great wide world comes to you (in the form of well-traveled traders)? "Yep," The response is simple to the question of Sabs. His eyes, by contrast, keep things casual. The answer, and his friendship with Sabella, doesn't need to be anything complex. "She's an awesome one to have." Nevermind that he's been avoiding her the past few sevendays with varying degrees of success at subtlety. To Ahruth, Rasavyth's mind isn't usually purely ooze. Ooze is when he's on his own, or knocking on the mental door, at least the first time. Usually, Rasavyth's mind is an amalgamation of whatever the minds of the other dragons are. When he's in a group with Ghislaith there's creaky hinges, and gossamer spinners. For Cailluneth, he brings out a rainbow of playful colors; for Ilicaeth the grit of sand and wind. His mind is one that is highly mutable, picking and choosing those things from the minds of the others that make each one feel more comfortable, more at home in conversation with him. Through all though, his shimmery ooze that is the embodiment of his charm is there to identify his touch as different than the dragons he reflects. It's just that he hasn't had much time with Ahruth's mind specifically, so he's waiting for a flavor to throw back. This first contact doesn't give him much to go on. The ooze shimmers into almost nothingness while he works at mirroring the warmth of the tenor (his own much the same anyway), the sensations of cheer and color, though not impatience. « Hello Ahruth. » There's a pensive pause which causes a brief freeze in his mental touch. « I am. If only to see what you might like better. » Whatever the reaction, E'sren doesn't pursue it. The question alone was enough, and he packs away that serious, knowing look to lift his eyebrows and shrug instead. He studies the sketch of the Hold while carrying on his half of the conversation, saying, "That looks like a Hold alright. Any particular Hold? I've only been to the ones in the area on our route. And I wasn't roped, I asked if she needed some help. It's gonna be a fun show." In case this is a point that needs making. "And yeah, they are." Talk of his family is coupled with a fond smile. "They're parked out by the lake, I think they've even been open for business when they aren't helping out in the caverns. It's important we pull our own weight when we're visiting, but I bet they'd be happy to meet you." He glances over at Ahruth, but the blue is engaged, so he adds, "Did you? Get roped in?" Unfortunately, there won't be much more forthcoming from Ahruth's little blue mind. And it's almost as if he senses a little bit of that from the bronze, or he's noticed it from afar, how he operates by taking on the familiar, and when Rasavyth adopts what he can there's a sense of... off-ness. « Why, though? It just makes you sound like me. It's like talking to myself. » (To Rasavyth from Ahruth) K'zin is oblivious to the serious nature of E'sren's eyes or thoughts on the topic of Sabella. Or if he isn't, he sure fakes nonchalance well. "Not any particular one that I know of. She just said 'a Hold,' when she was going through what kinds of scenes she'd need." He frowns at the drawing of the ship, "I keep feeling like they're not right, but maybe I'm trying too hard. I just want them to be perfect for her." He sighs lightly, then tears his eye away from the sketch (which looks perfectly fine, though perhaps not spectacular), to grin ruefully at the older weyrling. "In a manner of speaking. I offered, and would've anyway, but I sort of owed her this thing having to do with art, so I offered this instead. Probably best for everyone in the end. She said no at first but something changed her mind." He doesn't ask directly, but a quizzical brow lifts to inquire if E'sren had much of anything to do with that. "I'll have to go by there sometime, if the Weyrlingmasters'll let me. I would suppose I could pitch it to them as doing my duty by paying respects and spending my marks with the traders who are paying theirs to the Weyr." He sounds thoughtful at that, glancing to Ras, but he is also apparently busy. "Think they'd go for it? What with my no privileges thing and everything?" To Ahruth, Rasavyth is patient. No need to rush these things; he's got all the time in the world. And if it never comes, it never comes. No great loss, or so the sensation comes to communicate to the blue. « You don't like yourself as a conversation partner? » Rasavyth's query is serious, but there's that hint at the edge of his tone that he's having a private laugh over it. « Well, what is the mind of your E'sren like? I could mirror him, if you prefer it? Or meat? Or oil? What things do you like most in the world? » He'll gladly accommodate. "Huh. Well I'm glad she's getting help. I kinda get this feeling from her though that she'd just put the whole damn thing on herself if she had to. The rest of us are kind of superfluous. As for your drawings, I doubt she's going to be disappointed. I mean the effort's there, I don't know what your idea of perfect is, but you made something where there used to be nothing. So." As talk turns towards the privileges or lack thereof of K'zin's situation, E'sren shrugs again and thinks about it. "I'm not sure what you're allowed and not allowed to do. Other than the obvious things. The rules, and everything." Perhaps not very helpful, which he looks a little apologetic for. "Sorry man. You can always catch 'em at dinner too, they've been eating a lot in the cavern." « Is there something funny? » Ahruth wants to know, a little perturbed. « I don't like being mirrored, » he adds helpfully. « And I definitely don't want to talk to meat or oil. Meat is for eating and oil is in a bucket. But if you want to know what he's like, I could tell you a little bit about him. » Not one for imagery normally, but since this isn't very normal, he deftly conjurs some up. A silver thread, a flash of Rasavyth's own bronze hide, color and all, and a shade of green so sudden and quick it's like a shooting star, there and gone. And shifting gears so suddenly it's likely to cause a 180, he asks, « What do you like most in the world? » (To Rasavyth from Ahruth) K'zin can't help but chuckle at E'sren's words, a warm sound. "You got that feeling? Must be pretty good at reading people. She would, too. You can bet on it." He looks to the drawings as the bluerider speaks of them. "Mm, well, we'll see. I guess worst case I'm back where I started with owing her. I'm not sure how she got on this whole play thing, but I'm glad she did. Seems to have given some of us something to do with our free time other than study." Which he's certainly getting his fill of and then some. "Cavern is probably safer. I don't know that I'm not allowed to go down there. Quin wasn't too specific other than 'no privileges and no privacy.'" He sums up the terms of his punishment period. "Guess meeting your family wouldn't be too private tho'. I'm sure there's been lots of interest. Nice of them to visit you," He comments, and there's something a touch sad behind these words. Then he's bending slightly to reach and shuffle the papers together. "Probably should stop obsessing about these and just give them to her already." « Isn't something always funny? » Rasavyth counters, a clever little trail of... what is that? They're like see-through little bugs, but the closer one's attention gets to them, the more the sensation of mechanics, not living bits is shared. They're the miniscule pieces that make up the larger that lingers, their movement puckering it and causing the shimmers that appear hither and yon. « If you don't like being mirrored than I shan't mirror you. » The bronze agrees readily enough. « I shouldn't like it if you weren't comfortable speaking with me. » No, he wouldn't like that. He likes everyone to feel quite at home in conversation with him. The idea is shared without words. « That is quite fascinating. » The bronze says of the glimpse into what the man's mind is like. « Does he make you feel comfortable? Or shouldn't you like me to mirror him either? » He's trying to work with the blue, clearly. « I like learning, most in the world. Though friendly exchanges with others comes a close second. » He is quite a social dragon. The answers roll off so easily, so practiced, so-- unsettlingly perfectly. (To Ahruth from Rasavyth) "Yeah, it's a lot of fun so far to be working on it. We've had a couple of rehearsals and it's really coming together, I mean most of the people involved haven't ever done anything like this before, and they're doing it, and it's awesome." 'No privileges, no privacy' sounds pretty confining, E'sren's reaction to it is adverse. "Yeah, that sucks. But I think being in the cavern with everyone else around, talking to a bunch of adult people, that wouldn't really qualify as privacy." K'zin's sadness, or suggestion of it, is met with a quiet, thoughtful pause. He doesn't poke around in there, not his business, but he does try to be bolstering when the opportunity presents. "Yeah, I think she'll love 'em." Ahruth suddenly dips his head to nudge him in the shoulder and he glances up. The two share a moment and then he, with furrowed brow, says, "Oh, I guess we're gonna go find something to eat. So, uh, yeah. I'm gonna go. But don't worry too much about the sketches, it's all gonna be great." His smile is confident, and he raps his knuckles on the table as a farewell before heading off with Ahruth in tow. The blue dragon casts a look back for Rasavyth, just a glance, and it's not entirely impossible that's just in case he's being followed. To Rasavyth, Ahruth's mind whirls a little, confused by the bugs, the bits, but the words are comforting enough. A sudden white flash of steel and chrome cuts through, to clear his mind, and he idles momentarily before speaking again. « I could do with more of the friendly exchanges, less of the mirroring and questions. All this talk of what makes me comfortable has made me very uncomfortable. » A sudden twitch ripples down along his spine in the physical realm, and a pang takes him by force. « I'm hungry. I'll tell E'sren, and then we should go, because I'm very hungry. » He might also a little bit be wanting to de-bug, but he leaves that be. « But it was nice to answer all of your questions. We should do it again sometime! » This is called out over his shoulder, even while he watches his back. He really does smile a lot. Not that K'zin is much better. He's got grins for everything. Even a grin to wash away the momentary sadness. "Yeah, no problem. Thanks for looking at them, E'sren. I appreciate it." His tone is sincere. "Good luck with the rehearsals. Let me know if I can do anything to help, yeah?" He offers with a smile of his own as his hands start to roll up the drawings for better storage, busying himself as the pair departs. Rasavyth's eyes follow the blue, but only for a moment, and then he's shifting to move over to his lifemate's side. To Ahruth, Rasavyth senses the touch of confusion and by way of explaining, the bronze's tenor voice comes in a gentle purr, « You asked me not to mirror you, so I am simply being myself. » Himself who is full of ooze made of weird little mechanical bugs that make the ooze look very-- well, oozy, seamlessly melding into one another. « You know where to find me if you fancy another, » Rasavyth won't press the issue. There's lingering doubt that is shared that the blue genuinely wishes another exchange with him. Perhaps he was just being polite. Rasavyth's ooze rolls back swirling a little like water disappearing down a drain whose plug has just been pulled. Pop-squeeeeelch-- gone! |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 14 Apr 2013 02:27:05 GMT.
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Mave's project brings everyone together~ It's funny that Ahruth wasn't having any of Ras' usual tactics. x3
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