Logs:Chimes
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| RL Date: 15 October, 2011 |
| Who: Emme, K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Emme finally gets her windchimes. |
| Where: Bookworm's Paradise Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 18, Month 13, Turn 26 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Brilliant light plays off of the dunes of snow as a cloudless winter day brings with it extreme cold. |
| Mentions: Seani/Mentions |
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| It's late afternoon - which in this part of the world, means it's already pretty much dark - when Cadejoth rattles a length of chains in Rhazekth's direction, wondering, « Are you and yours home? /We/ have something for her. For both of you, I think. » (Cadejoth to Rhazekth) To Cadejoth, Rhazekth perks at the sound of noise, a playfully curious claw swiping out at the rattling chains before he tries to match the sound in waves of chittering insect wings. « We are home, yes! » he offers, trying slyly to poke at the edges of the bronze's mind; see if he can't get a sneaky glimpse of this thing being brought. Oh no: no peeking. Cadejoth's mind clamps down, though not without another playful jangling - he's adding bones to the caucophony now, too, just to make it all the more delicious. It, plus the insect wings? So much noise. « Then we will visit! » concludes the bronze, projecting forth an image of himself launching up from his ledge, below. (Cadejoth to Rhazekth) Emme is just marking her place in the book she was reading, standing up as K'del steps in from the ledge. Her expression seems a study of amusement as Rhazekth greets Cadejoth with a hearty trumpeting. Not enough to break the eardrums no, but surely louder then it had to be. "He's always so pleased to have visitors. I think he's still used to living with all of his clutchmates. The privacy..." she shrugs, waving the weyrleader towards a seat when he steps in. "I have tea, but no klah yet. If you'd like." No, she's not used to having company either apparently. Cadejoth backswings to a lazy landing - perfected by time rather than skill, oh yes - and returns Rhazekth's trumpeting with a bugle of his own; like father like son. K'del, with a package under his arm, looks only amused as he stamps snow off his boots and steps within. "It's something new," he agrees, cheerfully. "Having space. Remember how it felt. Tea's great-- thanks." Beat, and then, "Meant to get over, bring you this," the box, "sooner. Been busy, though. Hope you don't mind." Cadejoth scrunches himself up, then hesitates: « You don't mind if I stay? Invade your space? I can be small! » Ish. That pleases Rhazekth even more, happy to have someone share in his enthusiasm. « No, of course I do not mind! I'm not used to having space, yet. So it's nice to have a visitor. » the brown admits, bit only because it's his Dad. "Having space is quite a treasure. Space with -books-? I'm living a dream." Emme replies, with the words leaving her mouth before she has time to filter herself. "You've brought something?" A startled glance winds up cast over her shoulder while she's pouring tea, before she recognizes said box and lets go a happy squeak. "It's the windchimes isn't it!?" « You should invite some greens over, sometime, » is Cadejoth's suggestion: that's what ledges are for! But he seems pleased to be encouraged to stay, and even curls his tail up beneath himself where it keeps twitching away, but only barely. « You have a nice ledge. Nice view. I don't really have a view. » The corners of K'del's mouth twitch visibly until he lets that smile break free to admit, "This weyr is pretty amazing; I'd almost offer to swap." But only almost. The box gets placed down, almost reverently, and he tips his head towards it: "Reckon you've got somewhere to hang 'em now, right?" « I should invite Yanijath over. » Rhazekth agrees, referring to one of his clutchmates as he circles round to get comfortable again. « But... you are the Weyrleader dragon. You should have a nice view. » is reasoned, without much reason. "Hah! No, thank you." Emme retorts simply, unwilling to even consider swapping her little haven for anyones. Her expression is still overwhelmingly gleeful when she all but pounces on the box to lift the chimes up out of it. "Oh, yes. Right at the entrance where Rhaz can substitute for a breeze if I want to hear them." she half-jokes, and then leans up in an attempt to give K'del a kiss on the cheek for bringing over the treasured chimes. "Rhaz, look! We have chimes now!" That she has to skip over to show him, obviously. Cadejoth has an image of Yanijath - all sharp edges and bright, bright green - and seems amused for it. « You should, » he agrees, firmly. « Well. I have a ledge down near the ground. There is less to see there, but the wallow is big, and K'del can walk places. » It's a trade-off. K'del is amused as well as pleased at the reaction the chimes get, and certainly doesn't back away from the cheek-kissing; his gaze follows her skipping, though he remains where he is. "You'll have a lovely spot up here," he decides, cheerfully. "Glad they'll make you happy. Both of you. How're things going, anyway?" « How convenient to be able to walk places. Emme seems to prefer being less reachable. » Something Rhazekth considers a fault, really. And he intends to work on that. His attention is then drawn to his skipping lifemate and the chimes that he whuffs some air against, amused by the tinkling sound they make. "There's a hook just outside. I'll just make Rhaz settle out there for a few minutes so I can hang them up. Later, of course." Because it would be rude to do it right this moment. "They're going well enough. We're what I would call... average. Yes, quite average as a riding pair. So far at least. And I think I annoy Assistant Weyrlingmaster Leova a bit. But otherwise.." her shoulders lift. "Like all weyrlings, just trying to make it through I guess. I'm glad we'll be able to take some craft lessons then. Else, I suspect what's left of my ego would be tattered beyond recognition. I'm not quite used to struggling, unless it's for food or survival. But I guess that's not really so unusual." « Privacy, » Cadejoth concludes, thoughtfully - though the thoughtfulness does not last for long. /His/ interest, too, is struck by the chimes, and he admits, « We don't have any like that. I think we ought to. The little ones would love them. » His boys. Well - K'del's boys. "Not so unusual, no. Weyrlinghood-- it's not like what most of us have done before. Some people're naturally good at it, or better, anyway, but most of us aren't. And the bond with your dragon; that's one of the really hard bits. Getting to a point where you work together as well as you possibly can. Still - you're a good halfway through weyrlinghood, now, and the last few months are easier than the rest, I promise." Beat. "Leova's-- an interesting one. She was one of my Assistant Weyrlingmasters, too. Made fun of me, during my flights talk." « Yes. » Rhazeth agrees, blowing air through the chimes again once more until Emme walks back towards her table to set them down, and then press a cup of tea into K'del's hands. « Little ones like loud noises, right? » That's what his lifemate tells him anyway! "Well, I can at least say I don't think our bond is a concern. We're... very much like just one person instead of two sometimes." And the islander doesn't appear at all bothered by it. It could be because she's relaxed in her own space at the moment, but even with the other weyrlings she radiates a sense of calm she just didn't quite have before. "That's good, very good." she breathes. "Leova made fun of you did she?" That prompts a chuckle. "I think she's annoyed in general with the attitude of the exiles. Which I... well." Shrug. « Mine do, at least, » asserts Cadejoth, settling back down into his curled-up position, apparently unconcerned by the cold of the winter afternoon. « They're fun. I like playing with them. » K'del accepts the tea with a grateful smile, wrapping both hands around it as he listens to Emme. "You're lucky, then. We had-- difficulties, especially at first. Took a while. But we got there." His mouth twists, though with at least some amount of amusement as he explains, "She told me, straight-faced, that riders of male dragons have to dance around the female during mating flights. She broke, eventually, but--" Beat. "I took myself pretty seriously. Probably deserved it. She-- it's hard, for some of us, Emme. To grasp where you're coming from. Why you see things the way you do." Emme looks appropriately horrified at the idea that the riders of male dragons have to dance around the female. As if she's trying to imagine herself doing this and is utterly failing. "I know that. I do. I just wish I were better at explaining why we do see things the way we do. I feel as much a part of the Weyr as I feel I am still an Islander. Some may lean further to one side or another of us, Impressed or not. I'm not making much sense I suppose. And you didn't come over to discuss more -exile- things I'm sure. So, any more tips on weyrlinghood? We're actually allowed to drink again. It's quite a temptation." K'del aims for reassuring as he promises, "It's really nothing like that. Mostly, we just stand back and wait, encouraging our dragons and and feeling-- well. It's really hard to describe. Guess you'll find out for yourself in a few months. It's not as terrifying as it sounds." His tea gets lifted towards his mouth, finally, though he blows on it rather than actually taking a sip. When he draws his mouth away again, it's to say, "I'm glad you do. You should. You /are/ part of the weyr, whatever your background." But he's as happy to be drawn away from /that/ topic, and grins. "Pretty much all your restrictions are lifted now, I guess. It's /supposed/ to be tempting; part of responsibility, I guess. But - hm. If I were you, I'd start trying to share images back and forth between you and Rhazekth. It'll be a little while more before you actually start Between training, but-- the practice can help. You have to get really good at it." "Sure, if you say so." Emme sounds, quite frankly, dubious at best about the entire issue of mating flights. But just as with everything else that's been thrown at them; what is, is. "That's what they tell us. Responsibility. Knowing what our dragons can handle. I certainly can't handle my liquor very well, so I think I'll stick with being a minimalist for a few more months yet." she drawls, considering ::between:: and sharing images. "Ohhhh, Rhaz and I do that all the time! Share images I mean. Maybe I should start changing them, seeing if he can pick out the differences. To make sure he's noticing all the detail." K'del's smile is wry. "It's a terrible explanation. 'You have to experience it for yourself', I mean. Sorry." This time, he does take a sip from his mug, turning it in his hands afterwards, bit by bit. "Good to know your limits. Better than-- well. Plenty of people lose their heads and just overwhelm themselves with the freedom. But there's no rush, right?" The Weyrleader seems pleased as he bobs his head, firmly, adding, "That's a good idea. Try to get them as clear and perfect as you can. Share them back and forth a few times, too, to make sure you can both hold them. It helps." "That's alright. Others have gotten through it, so will I." Emme decides, trying to be kind of staunch about it now. "I do try to know my limits. Though like everyone else there are times I'd like to throw a little caution to the wind. Something I don't think I've done since being /on/ the Island actually. And that... well, that turned out poorly to say the least." she admits, with a rueful smile. "It's nice to know Rhaz and I are up on something, at least. You've been quite busy you said. Just the usual?" "You will. Promise." K'del's firm about that, and not without an encouraging smile. "You're-- allowed to let free, sometimes. Well. There's the turnover masquerade coming up. Everyone'll be wearing masks, so, really... you can do what you like, you know? It's freeing." He doesn't ask about what happened on the island, and instead, moves hurriedly on to agree, "The usual, yeah. Tithe season finished, and then we were into winter planning: helping people out with preparations for the snows, all of that. Most people can't travel that much, in winter, so we help out where we can." There's a slow smile that appears at the mention of the masquerade. "I think I just might, at that." An answer that might surprise a few of her friends. But, why the hell not right? "Is that part of what we do after graduation? Help with the seasonal shifts, and prepare for weather... that sort of thing?" It doesn't sound entirely like her cup of tea. But it's enough like what she's used to doing in the past that she's also not at all averse to it. "Without thread, what else can we do for people?" K'del's smile is approving, even outright pleased. "Good. Turnover-- it's a time for new beginnings, right? But also for letting everything slide, even if just for a little while." Except when queen dragons decide to rise, of course. He takes another sip from his tea before he answers, nodding, "That's part of it. We ride sweeps, checking up on people to make sure there are no problems - solving problems when there are. Broken fences, missing children, raiders. We bring in urgent supplies when it's necessary, or Harpers and Healers, other crafters. We run messages to people-- all kinds of things." Beat. "There's also search and rescue possibilities. And some people take a less rider-focused role, and explore other avenues." Emme just smiles, keeping her thoughts on turnover to herself for the moment. The last one was certainly a doozy. "Certainly more then enough to keep us all busy." Her own leanings to pursue Harpering are so well known by now that she doesn't bother latching on to the very last of his statement. Instead, just nodding in companionable agreement. "Can I ask... if any new information has surfaced about Seani? I understand if not. But she's been on my mind of late." "I hope so," is K'del's remark, on keeping people busy. "Enough to earn our way through the Interval, too, in my opinion." His opinion, of course, is not necessarily shared by all the holders - but he states it firmly, definitely. For now, it holds. Mention of Seani, however, draws a swallow. "No." Beat. "I mean, rather-- not no, you can't ask. But no, nothing. There's nothing. No one saw anything. We didn't find any clues in the weyr." Not his weyr: /the/ weyr. "And there's been no reported sightings of Raum or Devaki. Want to know the answer, too, Emme. But-- there's /nothing/." To her credit, the weyrling brownrider doesn't fall apart at the seams when there's no news. But she does duck her head to stare into her mug of tea for a few moments. That her eyes are suspiciously watery afterwards could just be the steam from her drink. Really! And Rhazekth, it would appear, is perfectly calm. "Thank you. I thought I would ask. If there were something I could do I would offer. But obviously..." Helpless. And, nothing to go on. "But I do make a great cup of tea!" ...Ahem. There's visible sympathy in K'del's expression, enough so that he avoids glancing at Emme as she takes the time to recover. "I know," he says, firmly. "And I appreciate it. Wish there /was/ more we could do, any of us. It's-- it was awful, Emme. Never had to deal with anything like that before." There's a beat, and then, with a grin that doesn't /quite/ reach his eyes, "You certainly do at that. Guess I ought-- don't want to keep you, I mean. If you've other things to do, places to be, or anything." "I can imagine. I expect I would have moved weyrs too." Emme ventures, along with a vague smile. "No, I've free time until an unfathomably early morning. I appreciate the company. And, that you dropped off the chimes. I do understand how busy you are though." she clarifies, sipping more of her tea now that it's cooled off. "Rhazekth is certaibly having a grand time showing off to 'papa' as well." K'del admits, quietly, "I don't know if anyone will want to sleep in my old weyr again. It's-- well." He's not actually going to explain the details, but it's enough, from his expression, to suggest that it's not all that pretty. "Glad to oblige, anyway," he continues, firmly. "Those chimes've been sitting there for months, just itching to be hung up and enjoyed. And Cadejoth enjoys spending time with his kids-- he's so proud, seeing them all grown up. Or growing up, anyway." There's a beat, and then, reluctantly, he sets his mug down. "But unfortunately, I /do/ have things to do. Maybe I'll see you at turnover? Masked, but still." Emme winces, not bothering to ask for details on the state of the old weyr. Because, she would like to actually sleep tonight thanks. "Yes, I'll be there." she confirms, standing up so that she can both pick up the discarded mug and see her visitor out. "And the chimes will be up before dawn, of course. I'm glad Cadejoth is enjoying himself." "Good," says K'del, firmly. "I hope you get a lot of pleasure out of them, Emme. Thanks for the tea - and have a good night." Back on go his outdoors coat, and then he and Cadejoth are away -- though not before the bronze adds a firm, « Thank you for the company! » for Rhazekth.
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