Logs:Different Changes
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| RL Date: 25 October, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, T'gar |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: There's talk of Asaroth's creepy mannerisms and weyrmating. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 7, Month 2, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: A'rist/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions |
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| There's snowfall out, but it doesn't seem to matter to T'gar and Asaroth. The little bronze is staring hard at the cold lake while the other has his knife out - cutting pieces from a red fruit. While doing so, he's staring at Asaorth with interest. The lake may be cold, but not as cold as between Still as the rippled brown surfaces out in the deep and makes his way to shore it could be assumed that it's not the most comfortable place for a swim. His lifemate, is in sweats, jogging from the bowl down to the shoreline, her path leading her potentially into T'gar's view, a bright green flit trailing behind her lazily in the cool air. Asaroth watches the brown emerge in silence while T'gar straightens up as he says, "Best get back from there, Asa--I need a nickname for you. Roth? Ass?" Really. Edyis's familiar form jogs by though, and the weyrling calls out, "Pretty cold out for a run." Akluseth rumbles deep in his throat, craning his neck to peer at the (comparatively) tiny bronze. Curious, the touch of his thoughts the barest inkling of depthless oceans and hidden currents. Edyis pace slows as she hears the voice, pushing the hood back from her face to get a better look at the newly minted bronzerider. "Helps me clear my head, though a nice Istan beach would be more suited to it." Her eyes drift to the bronze with a small shake of her head. "That was a painfully easy wager." Asaroth's response is silence, the touch of oceans getting the return smell of dankness and decay. It's probably the best greeting he's going to get since the little bronze is now backing up towards T'gar in an ungainly waddle. Slipping a piece of fruit into his mouth off from his knife, "Ista," he says, his Bitran accent in place. "And yet you're running here." When Edyis looks towards the bronze, so does he. "What, no green bet like some others?" he teases now with a waggle of his brows. "Or some were hoping?" Edyis glances to the brown, and its as though there's an unspoken warning passing between the pair. She shrugs, shoving hands into the pockets of the jacket she wears, "Good memories running here." Is all the further she cares to elaborate, but talk of green earns a smirk from her. "Nah, they'd be scared off by the overabundant testosterone." She shakes her head, "And I'd run the risk of landing in bed with you after that one got a wild hair to chase." Tipping her chin at the brown who proceeds to shake the water loose. "Though, I imagine I'd probably be safer chasing you than being up against you in a flight. When you're my size, you tend to get knocked about a bit, even amongst polite suitors." With Asaroth moving to settle right beside a chewing T'gar, "Can't have some girl nattering in my ear all day," he agrees with that, his amusement there. "Though, this one hardly talks at all. It's all smells and images with him. Thought dragons talked more than that. Or so I've heard." It's even a small frown to Asaroth to follow it, but the young man doesn't linger on it openly. He snorts on flights and shakes his head before he cuts into his fruit. "Got a long time before all that, I hear," he says, a touch wry. "So if this is your way of coming onto me, we'll have to settle this at a time where the hot redhead Weyrlingmaster won't be breathing down my back." He's not serious, right? "Akluseth was a lot like that when he was younger, even now he's more sea breezes and drifting shapes in the deep." The former scribe admits eyeing that redfruit. "Don't suppose you'd be able to part with a slice of that, would you?" Is she crazy, or maybe it just looks that good. She offers a suspiciously ambiguous shrug. "I'm not entirely sure the man who shares my bed would take kindly to it if I was." "I'm sure the sea breezes smell better than dying tunnelsnakes baking out in the sun," Rat says with a look to Asaroth.....who he finds staring right at him. As an aside to Edyis, "I've found him hunting through my things, more than once," he adds with a look. "He nearly bit my hand off feeding him this morning. And he looks at me like I'm the crazy one." Mm hm. He cuts off a slice of red fruit for her then, handing it over on top of the blade as he adds, "A weyrmate? Yeah, you look the type." Edyis scrunches her nose, having apparently smelled such things in actuality. "I prefer seaweed brain any day. I was afraid of that." She admits, looking at the little bronze, and with an odd air of a private confession, "I knew his rider, back when they were still weyrlings and just graduating." Lythronath's she must mean. "But his dragon changed him, not entirely for the better." There's a note of guilt and sorrow mixed. She laughs a little at the word Weyrmate. "I'm not sure that's what you'd call it when they live in a different weyr, and labels are a thing best avoided." There's a deep sense of affection in her voice however. "You're saying this is that bronze's fault." More a statement than a question, T'gar peering down at Asaroth as the little bronze fidgets about. He's frowning upon hearing about the rider, like he's just sniffed an urban legend as he asks, "Why, what's wrong with him?" As for weyrmates, "If he lives so far away, then does it really matter who's in your bed here? If labels are to be avoided?" There's slight slyness from the weyrling, of course as he chews. Edyis bites into the piece of red fruit, pensively. "He isn't - normal." Edyis decides on finally, of Lythronath, "He hunts, he enjoys instilling terror. A'rist, there was once a gentler side of him I glimpsed, always wanted so desperately to be good." There's a soft laugh, "I had a crush on him back then, before he changed." She shakes her head, "He's different now, less of a distinction between the two, more viseral if that makes sense? I would like to believe that those gentler parts of him are in there still, but I wouldn't know how to approach getting to know him again." She shrugs, "It's the nature of things though, they change." Watching the little bronze thoughtfully. As for weyrmates she laughs a little. "I've wondered, and yet aside from one brief exception, I haven't had much desire to fill my bed with anyone else. I know the thought of some little bitch tangling him up in his sheets makes me insanely jealous, and as yet he's not given me reason to inspire the same sensation in him." Upon hearing about the change in a rider due to their lifemate, T'gar looks at Asaroth and Asaroth looks at T'gar in the pause that follows. Then the weyrling does a weird shake of his head and shrug at the same time before he states, "Well. Just because Asaroth's creepy doesn't mean I'm going to end up that way." It's clear that he's unnerved by what she says, even though he's shrugging it off. He turns to the easier and deflecting topic of weyrmates. "I don't think I'll bother with one," he says with a sniff as he finishes up his fruit. "You're driving yourself crazy, wondering who he's fucking or not. Seems like a waste of time to me. Am I suppose to be calling you ma'am or something?" Rules and all. Edyis nods, or at least gives the pantomime of a nod. Her eyes linger on the bronze still, and as talk turns to weyrmates, she snorts. "Actually, I just don't think about it most of the time." She admits, "Possibly because it's never happened where I'd witness it." Something wry in her smile for that, "We can't all be perfectly adapted to weyr life now can we. Though you mean to tell me if you'd lain claim to a woman, and some little upstart was moving in, you'd not react at all?" There's a flirtatious lilt to her voice and her grin goes lopsided, "Since I'm not one of your weyrling masters, and it's unlikely I'll be your superior when you graduate, lets just go for Edyis while Quinlys is out of earshot hm?" "Simple sucker punch should do it," is T'gar's idea of dealing with anyone taking a woman from him. "Aim right for the jaw. Edyis. No one takes what's mine." There's something there. There's an underlying coldness to the words, but it's gone in favor of that quick little smile. Once the fruit is gone, he gets up and hefts the core as he turns to Asaroth, then Edyis before stating, "Well, non-ma'am, I best get him eating again. Feels like my stomach's burning. Guess I'll be seeing you around, huh?" He's stepping away. "Probably." Is her answer flipping up her hood and she's shaking her head at something but there's snowy beach to run, and other duties to deal with. "Good luck T'gar." With all of it presumably. |
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