Logs:Colour My World
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| RL Date: 20 March, 2013 |
| Who: Cailluneth, D'kan, Kazavoth, N'ky |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Kazavoth and Cailluneth create their own little world. |
| Where: Weyrling Training Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 14, Month 4, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Clouds have rolled in during the evening and dropped sporadic periods of misty rain on the Weyr, leaving a cold, dank chill to the late night atmosphere, occasionally obscuring the moon. |
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Despite the more regular sleeping pattern he's adopted with Cailluneth's influence, N'ky is still very much a night owl. And now that she's grown up some too, they're falling into a more natural rhythm; one that sees them often awake at night, an echo, perhaps, of the teenager's insomniac tendencies. Cailluneth leads the way out of their couch, nose high, breathing in the scents of the barracks, determining where her clutchmates are and what they're doing. This activity leads her to Kazavoth; she joins him with a rough warble, sitting down to stare up at where the moon lights the clouds. With a loving stroke over her head, N'ky reluctantly leaves Cailluneth where she is to go in search of klah, passing D'kan as he does so, and whispering "Klah?" as he passes. He returns with the drink, a mug in one hand for the brown weyrling if he'll have one, and picks a spot of wall beside him to lean against while watching his Cailluneth sit, canine-like, eyes whirling with warm green as she peers up at the moon, listening to the raspiness of her purr as she pays a vocal tribute to the sight. Curling towards Kazavoth, a snow-cold reflection of the moon above; beautiful, frozen, silver-white and stunning, an orb suspended in velvet darkness. Awe, reverence, admiration; they wrap like golden threads around the image, suggestions of peace and calm interwoven in soft shades of dove and teal. Kazavoth's own vigil is a silent one. His fascination is for the patterns in the clouds, illuminated only when the moon allows it. Concentration is broken briefly as he peers at Cailluneth for a long moment, wings ruffling gently, tail thumping once, then he goes back to watching the sky. D'kan's first reaction to N'ky's question is an unintelligible grunt, but when the fellow weyrling returns with a mug, he accepts it gratefully, though possibly only to help warm his fingers. He leans forward, muffles a yawn against his blanket-covered shoulder, then leans his elbows on his knees before nodding to N'ky, hands wrapping around the mug. D'kan is not naturally a night owl, but... "He wanted to watch the clouds." He shares it with a rough, sleepy voice, then grins over at N'ky. It's a grin that says, as if I'd deny him that. Kazavoth's calm peace is expressed through silver-lined clouds that dance just outside the moon's diameter. They do not intrude the orb's space, they only share it, and fleetingly, as if Cailluneth's reverence for the silver-white shape dissuades him from punctuating it with his own thoughts. "She wanted to watch the moon," N'ky replies, returning the grin with equal sentiment before sliding down the wall to sit on the floor beside D'kan, where he can watch Cailluneth. She, too, sits still beside Kazavoth, though not quite statuesque; her wings occasionally flex, the tip of her tail twitches, her eyes whirl brightly - and the slightest movement or sound, in the air or otherwise, garners her immediate attention. N'ky holds his klah mug almost to his lips but doesn't drink from it yet; he's quite happy to sit and watch his lifemate, with whatever company D'kan cares to be. Those silver-lined clouds are drawn upon, elaborated, emphasised, called up to cover the milky orb of Cailluneth's moon in a replica of the sky the two weyrling dragons share. This is Cailluneth's sky, though, and it's far more intricate than in life: she shares her colours with Kazavoth, winding rosy happiness and purple bliss through his clouds, sharing each sound they both must surely hear as ripples of reflective colour. Wingbeats of a dragon flying overhead become echoes of gold; the far-off snort of a penned herdbeast is grey. A question arises, suggestion rather than words; what do you see? D'kan is going to be pretty poor for conversation, because he's gone back to staring blankly for the most part, breathing in the aroma of klah rather than drinking it. Now and then he'll stifle a yawn, usually by working to keep his mouth closed, but sometimes he has to muffle it with the blanket again. His lifemate remains content watching the sky overhead, unconcerned with any other sounds or goings-on in the bowl or barracks. Only when D'kan gives in and crosses his arms so he can rest his head there, the mug of klah still balanced in one hand, does Kazavoth look away from the moon and clouds again, and only for a brief assessment of his rider. Tonight, Kazavoth is not playing with colors so much as the shapes above. Those silver linings are snagged on tiny gusts of wind, tugged into new shapes, spiraled into glittery threads that fall toward the ground, only to burst into sparkles that soon fade to nothing. He is only playing, and with very little intensity. Merely feeling the night, and dabbling his talons into its ink. N'ky is comfortable in the silence, and far from being sleepy himself. He sips his klah slowly, though the motion still seems loud to him given the hour and the quiet that surrounds them. When D'kan resettles himself for sleep, the green weyrling sets his mug down to reach up and gently try to take away his friend's, so it doesn't end up spilt. A hand laid softly on the older weyrling's arm gives a gentle squeeze, trying to rouse him, while N'ky whispers, "Kae? C-come sit down h-here, if you're s-sleepy... there's less stool to fall from." The imagery created by Kazavoth inspires Cailluneth to weave her own web of sparkling light, darting happy yellows through his glitter like fireflies twinkling against a star-speckled sky. She chases his sparkles with pinks and blues, echoing them off until they fade, then creeping in with the cool brilliance of her mind's white. A blank canvas for him to paint upon - and a copper-lined invitation for him to begin creating. "I'm not sleeping," D'kan mumbles in reply, though he does not lift his head, and the mug of klah is relinquished quite willingly. "Shells, I had just fallen asleep earlier. But it was finally a night when the moon..." He trails off and waves one of his hands, though he keeps his forehead planted on his folded arms, then plants his feet more widely for better stability. At first, Kazavoth only collects the yellows, pinks and blues, combining them into a clay-like, translucent lump, all alone in Cailluneth's blank canvas. The invitation is accepted with a mindful hum of two quiet, melodic notes as the clay is split in two, the three colors swirling against each other like opal. The first half begins to harden, splitting and rejoining, changing color each time until it is a violet-hued range of mountains reaching farther than the mind can see. The blue ripples away in a mountain stream, dappled by the yellow, while pink fish dart to and fro. The second lump of clay grows ever more diaphanous, reforming wispy clouds, though sunlit rather than those above them now. The three colors swirl around each other, sometimes combining into new colors, all dancing together while Kazavoth hums his wordless song, the clay floating away like the thermals only they can see. "If you say so," N'ky says in soft agreement, settling the former dockhand's mug down onto the floor, just underneath his stool. "P-please don't fall on me, though." He picks up his own klah again, settling comfortably against the wall with his knees drawn up to his chest. It might be late but he's not too tired yet, so the green weyrling is content to sit and watch over Kazavoth as well as Cailluneth, while quietly sipping his klah. As Kazavoth's world builds between their minds, Cailluneth is entranced - silver excitement sparks along the indeterminate edges of the imagery, occasionally adding a hint of glittering brightness to the picture; a flash of sunlight off the stream, a shower of delicate rain from the clouds, the twinkle of fish scales below the water. For the most part she watches, allowing him to create, listening to his song with soundless, sightless encouragement. She doesn't need to say it, it simply is. The floating wisps of clay are gathered together, transformed into light; pure, untainted white, simple and clean, yet deceptively complex. Within the light there are colours, all colours as one, and she gradually splits them away from one another, breaking the light into its base parts and imbuing each one with feeling, emotion, sounds, scents, sights - all diaphanous suggestions, gossamer threads of thought that weave together into a complicated pattern to represent life, the love of a lifemate, the intricate world in which they live. From behind his folded arms comes the muffled voice of D'kan, though he still isn't looking up. "If I sit on the floor, I'm going to fall asleep," which is punctuated by an audibly jaw-cracking yawn. That does make him sit up, though his puffy face screams that he'd rather fall asleep, so that mug is retrieved once more, and he moves off the footstool, pushing it to the side before he thumps against the wall and slides down to a sitting position. "I promised him a quarter of an hour," he murmurs with a glance at N'ky, "If I fall--," pause for a smaller yawn, "--asleep before then, just kick me." Over by the moonlit exit, the two small dragons remain side by side, though Kazavoth has now moved to stand on all four feet, tail swishing in a slow rhythm to match the cadence of his thoughts. The interactive element of this mindscaping only heightens Kazavoth's delight as his humming grows brighter and more intense. It is no existing tune, and it lacks the structure most Harpers might want to incorporate, but it suits the scene, adding an extra layer to the colors and shapes, enhancing and describing all at once. His notes begin to take on shape themselves, forming into glittering specks of light that settle into every line. N'ky shoulder-bumps D'kan gently when he gets down on the floor beside him, then clinks their mugs together in a soft cheers. "It's ok if you f-fall asleep," he murmurs reassuringly, turning from looking at the weyrling to their dragons. "I'm w-watching them." And he is, too; brown eyes set on Cailluneth where she sits, watching the moonlight glow through the paleness of her wings when she spreads them. "C-can you see what they're doing, Kae?" He's being treated to the full work of art being created by the two dragonets, and it fascinates him. "It's beautiful." Cailluneth croons moon-wards, raising up on her back legs and flaring her wings for balance, before she drops back down on her haunches to sit, squarely. With a quiet thrum of her own to add to Kazavoth's humming, Cailluneth captures the notes of his song and converts them into her own language. Highs become light, bright glistening bubbles; lows turn to dark, rich, plummy shades. When he adds shapes of his own she echoes them, lacing firefly gold and the tracing of filigree white throughout his shapes, combining their interpretations into one lucid, illuminated canvas. A delicate moonlight net captures his trailing sparks, saving and savouring each one, transforming them into a rainbow of light that, in one delicate movement, she sends cascading over the song and image of their world. As each tiny, sparkling fragment falls it dims, shifting from starlight-bright through the spectrum, to settle, like so many stars against a velvet night, in a crystalline array of colours that both speak and shine, without the need to do either. D'kan sways slightly with the bump, but only in that way of the overly tired. He rests his head against the wall behind him, rocking it slowly to the side to peer at their little dragons sharing the night. And yes, their artwork. "It really is," he agrees in a low rumble, dark eyes only open halfway at this point. "You know, so much of what I've learned since coming to the Weyr, it's really only starting to make sense now. It makes me hurt for the ones who had to be sent away, you know?" As the mindscape returns to the starlit expanse of night, Kazavoth retreats subtly, the better to review their work. As his own colorful manipulations recede, however, his voice grows with an intensity more felt than heard. The humming grows more complex, splitting off into harmonies that weave with Cailluneth's bright bubbles and plummy shades, fortifying the intricacies of their canvas. The tunes and colors almost become words themselves, but in now language any human would be able to understand. Undaunted, he lets that crystalline song quiver just shy of breaking, almost painfully sweet as it walks that keen edge. "It makes me r-realise how little I know." N'ky breathes in deeply, exhaling in a long, slow breath. "I want to learn it all, though. For her." For Cailluneth, who he looks over to with the soppiest look on his face. "She's my heart, and I'm hers. I don't know wh-what I would have done, i-if she hadn't ch-chosen me..." Cailluneth turns around to croon reassuringly to N'ky, maw open in what's a rough semblance of a smile that the bright whirl of her blue eyes establishes to be so. "I'm glad you're here too, Kae. D'kan. Kazavoth's rider." As any good artist knows, there's a time to step back and simply appreciate the complexities of what they've created. Cailluneth shares warm encouragement for Kazavoth to step up, letting her colours take a back seat to his song. Fascination colours her thoughts, a swirled cloud of spring green that extends to the brown and curls lovingly around him, urging him and his enrapturing song on. While her voice remains still, her heart sings with him, balancing on symbolic tiptoes as the tune reaches that sweet peak. D'kan turns toward N'ky and gives him a tired, sloppy smile, then shoulder-nudges him before bringing the mug of klah up. He takes a whiff but still doesn't drink. "They're something else, that's for sure," the weyrling replies quietly, sounding like he agrees. "I'd have to say I'm pretty pleased with how things turned out. And we're only just getting started." Just before that crystal can shatter, Kazavoth's song fades, leaving a single, clear and ringing note until that, too, fades into the starry night scene. It seems to shimmer there, adding a twinkle to the stars and ripples to the stream, rising in a haze that blurs the entire scene for one moment before it returns, stronger, in clear definition, as if he's just captured that image forever and shared it with Cailluneth. Much like he and D'kan have their island, he offers this as the space he and his clutchsibling can share, where it is just the two of them when all the world outside wants to distract them. N'ky nods in agreement, finishing off the last of his mug of klah in one big gulp. "Everything is going to be amazing." The green weyrling sighs, then pushes up to his feet. "I'm going to get a refill, Kaed. Want one?" Once he's got an answer he turns to head deeper into the barracks to where that bubbling pot of bliss keeps his favourite drink warm. Cailluneth, seeing N'ky leave, turns tail and trots after him, but not before a farewell wuffling to Kazavoth, and the press of her muzzle to his shoulder. Cailluneth follows the note as it fades, trailing comet dust after it, leading a quickly-fading complement to the beauty created by her clutchbrother. Coppery pride washes over their world, over Kazavoth, wrapping everything in a bubble that glows like molten metal. This is their place, yes, and while she may be leaving to follow her heart, her N'ky, she won't wander far from the world they've created. Theirs. |
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Comments on "Logs:Colour My World"Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 25 Mar 2013 00:03:35 GMT.
That was beautiful'. Goodness. I can't wait to see more of their collaborations.
Nicky (Nicky (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 25 Mar 2013 03:16:37 GMT.
Thank you! It was a joy to write - Kazavoth and Cailluneth have a pretty special bond! :D
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