Logs:Commonalities
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| RL Date: 10 May, 2015 |
| Who: C'ris, Edyis, K'zin, L'sha |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Everyone has something in common (though not necessarily with every person). |
| Where: Feeding Grounds, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 7, Month 10, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, T'mic/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions |
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>---< Feeding Grounds, High Reaches Weyr >-----------------------------------< Wedged between the lake and the rest of the vast bowl are the dusty feeding grounds. Here, the well-trampled ground is contained by a sturdy wooden fence, cutting right through one end of the lake to section it off into a muddy watering hole for the animals. Several gates allow people in and out, while at the back, large overhangs of rock provide the herd -- a mixed bag of herdbeasts, wing-clipped wherries, and fat porcines -- shelter from storms or the hot sun. What grass survives is usually bloodstained, but feeding troughs are stationed around the edges of the pen. Though the weyrling dragons have certainly grown in size, there's still plenty of growing to do and that means hungry mouths. For some, there aren't yet apparent patterns, so often as after the day's usual schedule of events is done, there's an AWLM on hand at the feeding grounds to help monitor the young dragons as they (attempt to) hunt their meals from the elderly beasts set aside for them. This early evening, it's K'zin and Rasavyth. The bronze is settled outside of the section of feeding grounds that contains the beasts for the weyrling dragons and K'zin is at the part of the fence that opens, omitting the young dragons and making sure no beasts escape past them. The aristocratic bronze's attention wanders, though he's watchful enough for potential injury and matters of safety, while K'zin remains more intently focused, available for questions and all that jazz as he leans on the fence. Today, C'ris shadows K'zin. Not literally a shadow, since the man has leaned against the fence nearby with a certain excited attention for the weyrling dragons out there, a huff of laughter escaping his lips as one misses the beast it had been so carefully been stalking. "I forgot how long it took when they were this age. You know, thinking of them as natural predators, you forget that they had to learn and they weren't always so good at it," he remarks amiably to K'zin, not really one for silence if he can be talking. Edyis arrives long after Akluseth. The brown circling the pen with restless energy, warbling when his lifemate finally arrives. K'zin gets the focus of orange whirling eyes, as though to say, now can I? the brown shoulder butting the fence gate with impatience. Edyis is quiet, offering a polite salute to each of the riders and she picks an empty section of fence. The traces of a private conversation spoken too loudly drift on salt water waves, « You got into trouble again. Didn't you? » (To nearby dragons from Akluseth) "Rasavyth was never good at it," K'zin relates companionably to the bluerider. "I think he still tells Solith how excellent she is at it so she'll hunt for him sometimes. Since he doesn't like to." Presumably, the bronze, who doesn't seem to mind being spoken of, has become competent at it, in the least, in the intervening turns. "Was yours? Good at it?" Brown gaze flick to the arriving orangey-brown dragon, his hands shifting already to drag the gate open for Akluseth's entrance to pen. "Edyis, hey," he offers the weyrling in habitual greeting. "Everything going okay for you two today?" It's the right thing for an AWLM to ask, but K'zin always sounds like he cares about the answer. To nearby dragons, Rasavyth's mental ooze of charm is always around when he is. It's a quiet friendliness, an avuncular attention to the young dragons and their currents. He sends a tendril of ooze probing toward Akluseth's salt water waves, inviting conversation if there's something he'd like to talk about, but not insisting. "Mivength didn't see the point; he insisted that I hand feed him for, uh, well, a little while, because I could. But eventually, yeah, he got fine at it. He's always good at what he tries, but--." C'ris' shoulder shrugs up in an abashed gesture, a hint of a wince there for his answer though it is so quickly followed by a smile that the bluerider must not mind too much. Mivength isn't around the weyrlings. In fact, he hasn't joined his rider in any of this new volunteering, yet. He falls silent as K'zin greets Edyis, to observe, but he doesn't observe neutrally; no, he offers the weyrling a flashed grin and a mouthed, 'Hey.' Ink-dark eyes scowl after the brown, but he's already slipping through the gate. She remembers to smile then when K'zin calls her name, pasting false cheer on her face. "Just peachy." It warms some at the flashed grin, turning more genuine. "Akluseth and Jorrth team up usually. He calls Jorrth a heardbeast whisperer." She offers before grinning. "Does Ras really charm Solith into hunting for him?" It's possible K'zin is oblivious to the falseness of Edyis' smile; he's never been credited as the brightest glow in the basket. There's a small nod for the statement of affairs, and then an amused grin of his own. "Mmhm. A couple of others used to volunteer for him because they enjoyed hunting more than they could eat for, and that suited him just fine. Solith enjoys hunting, though, so it doesn't take much, and she doesn't do it always, just sometimes." His eyes go to the pen to watch Akluseth's progress there before saying, "Mivength sounds demanding, is he?" "He's, uh, no. He just wants to go his own way and do his own thing, you know," is C'ris' answer, but his smile lingers as he glances over to the bronzerider now. "Guess you can understand that." He picks at a piece of splintering wood beneath his fingers, excess energy directed there as he slides a look between K'zin again and Edyis. The brown moves all excess energy directed on the hunt, scattering the beasts to choose better his meal. Edyis watches listening, "I don't think I've seen Mivength around yet." Curious eyes resting on C'ris a moment. "Mmhm," K'zin confirms for C'ris with no small amount of sympathetic amusement in his close-lipped smile. He doesn't make comment on Edyis', letting her pursue that line while he watches Akluseth with idle observation. "No. He's not, really, well." C'ris hesitates, glancing towards K'zin with a concerned look before he continues in an almost-mumble as he explains, "He's not really a baby person. Dragon. He doesn't like them when they're little, so. He tends to stay away." "I stand by my bet you are a glutton for punishment then." Smiling at the bluerider, "He doesn't get irritated now that you are shadowing a bunch of big babies?" Dark eyes immediately move back to the brown as claws strike out, and he goes for the shoulder of the beast leaving long gashes behind in the wake of his failure to take the beast down. "Rasavyth did, too, before." K'zin tells C'ris, perhaps by way of moral support. "And I think the queens didn't much like having non-weyrling dragons interfering with the young, but... those were different queens." The AWLM's jaw sets as he says that, his eyes focusing away from the others and on the scattering beasts. It's safest that way, but it doesn't keep his expression from showing a moment of deep sadness. "Best he stays away then, anyways," C'ris will agree, a breath of a sigh escaping for that moral support of K'zin's before he relaxes in his lean against the fence there. But when his gaze catches on that moment of sadness, the bluerider's easy smile fades away into something of concern. And, as always he compensates by talking, "He doesn't get irritated. Long as I generally let him do what he wants, you know. But it's not really punishment, so far. I like this so far, and if I ever wanted to quit--. Not that I do. It's been pretty great." That last is directed, offered, to K'zin. "Akluseth says Niahvth does a sort of tucking in most nights. making sure all her babies are safe." That sad look is not lost on her, but Edyis also doesn't want to linger on the thoughts of golds now gone. She watches as Akluseth charges again, this time forcing the beast down by its throat, tearing it out and beginning to eat. "Hraedhyth used to drum, for them, at night. A lullabye." K'zin recalls, as he leans against the fence that opens into the small section of the feeding grounds that pens the older beasts reserved for the weyrlings. Akluseth and a pair of other weyrling dragons are working on their hunting skills, though the pair are quite obviously beginners at it. He squints his eyes a little in the growing twilight of the early evening, as though he might see the hunters better that way. "It's nice that Niahvth does something too," he directs to Edyis, without looking her way. "I didn't know." He looks over to C'ris, "Did Quinlys tell you that what you're doing is sort of what I did the last clutch? Only they sort of conned me into it at first, and then I just stayed to help since they were shorthanded. Soon enough, you'll be wearing a knot and fetching her apology whiskey like the rest of us." Rasavyth shifts slightly in his position just outside the pens, his attention wandering. "It was a... turbulent time when Mivength was a baby like them," is C'ris' mumble, but he rolls up a shoulder rather than pursuing that topic, instead flashing that easy smile to K'zin at his question. "Yeah. I mean, she wasn't gonna have me help at all when I volunteered, but then she offered what you did last time, and I thought it'd be fine. It's not really as bad as anyone thinks. My wingleader is pretty understanding, as long as I still show up for drills and do my duties." He offers to Edyis, though, with his own teasing humor, "But I guess your reasoning would be we're both gluttons for punishment than, huh?" L'sha climbs down from Rillaeth's back and walks over to the other riders by the feeding pen, waving with a cheerful smile. Rillaeth doesn't seem hungry at the moment, but is content to watch the young ones feed. She's particularly interested in Akluseth, observing how the young brown has been growing. « Good evening. » L'sha's smile falters a bit at the mention of Hraedyth as he comes into earshot of the conversation, but it returns quickly. "Evening, Edyis, K'zin, and..." He looks over the other man curiously. "Hmm. I know I've seen you around and I should know your name, but... sorry, I don't! I remember faces, but I'm terrible with names. I'm L'sha, Rillaeth's rider." "Apology whiskey?" It would be those words, which the scribe catches. Distracting herself from Akluseth's gory meal, and mention of Hraedhyth has her features clouding for a moment. It is C'ris's mention of turbulent times that has her dark eyes studying the bluerider more thoughtfully, "Farnath knows I am, otherwise I would just say whatever magic words it would take to get the Weyrlingmaster off my back." Falling into an easy smile, whatever else she had to say lost as L'sha approaches. To nearby dragons, Akluseth projects « Hi » To nearby dragons, Rillaeth warbles a greeting to Akluseth, the darkness of deep space surrounding her thoughts. « Hello! You're gettin' big there, kiddo. » K'zin has a sympathetic look for C'ris and probably lets it drop as a courtesy to his fellow. "Yeah, F'manis was pretty good about it too, though those first weeks... Be glad you missed them, man. Those were the worst for double-duty because you just never sleep." When L'sha speaks, the bronzerider's brown gaze finds him and he greets him with a tilt of his chin and a friendly, "L'sha, hey," as is his habit. He looks to Edyis then and his smile goes lop-sided. "Some of us had to learn the hard way how to get along with Quinlys." He doesn't, just now, offer any tips from his vast experience. To nearby dragons, Rasavyth's oozy charm is extended toward the green in answer to her greeting. « Good evening, Rillaeth. I trust the day finds you well? » His tenor purr is polite, his interest apparently genuine. "C'ris, Frostbite, blue Mivength," lists C'ris' of all the important identifications of himself in order, humor spiked along his words even before he offers a smile to L'sha. "I guess slave to Quinlys and K'zin and Telavi and-- You know, now." That is added with a glance to K'zin and a huff of laughter, before his gaze returns to flick between Edyis and L'sha, uncertain where to rest, though it finally does on Edyis at her statement about the Weyrlingmaster. This is one conversation that certainly interests him. L'sha grins at C'ris and offers a hand. "Nice to meet you, C'ris. Weylingmaster in training, eh? I don't envy you." He cocks his head to the side slightly at Edyis. "Not getting along with Quinlys? Why not? I mean, she can be tough when she needs to be, but she's usually pretty nice. I heard that she wasn't too enthusiastic about this clutch, though, for some reason." K'zin has her attention hooked with that. Her expression is turning by shades and degrees, relieved. It is L'sha's words however that elicit, "She was talking people out of standing from the onset. So I don't imagine she was." Whatever else she has to say on the weyrlingmaster is gone, her mouth closed on the words completely, brows furrowed faintly in frustration. K'zin might have more to say, but whatever it might have been is curtailed by a shriek by one of the other weyrling riders whose suddenly at the fence. "Her paw!" is the terrified cry. It's probably nothing, really, but it has K'zin springing to action, giving C'ris a wave of a hand to follow so he can shadow properly the process of checking a weyrling dragon over for injury. "Have Akluseth exit the pens," he instructs Edyis, giving similar instruction to the other weyrling whose dragon was feeding before he's going into the pen, trusting C'ris to let out the dragons and close the gate before following; no one needs any trampled AWLMs or not-quite-AWLMs. "Yeah, it's not so bad--," is what C'ris starts to L'sha with a laugh, never quite getting around to shaking the man's hand but only offering an apologetic smile before he bounds eagerly after K'zin to help. He claps a hand, briefly, against Edyis' shoulder as he passes her, a gesture that likely is meant to be supportive. But then his focus is on making sure the other dragons are out, as K'zin commands. To nearby dragons, Rillaeth rumbles at Rasavyth politely. « Yes, thank you, and yourself? » She turns to Akluseth to watch him hunt for a moment, but her attention is suddenly drawn to the injured dragonet. Her eyes whirl a distressed yellow. « Well enough, » Rasavyth manages in answer before he's focused on calming the injured green and the focus of that consumes him. (To nearby dragons from Rasavyth) |
Comments
Alida (16:30, 13 May 2015 (EDT)) said...
"Some of us had to learn the hard way how to get along with Quinlys." ---- And some of us never did learn to get along with her. ;D
Edyis (18:53, 13 May 2015 (EDT)) said...
You and Jo are the reasons why Edyis thinks shanking is an acceptable way to deal with people. You should be ashamed Alida ;)
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