Logs:Dragon Business
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| RL Date: 5 August, 2014 |
| Who: Jadzia, K'zin, Rasavyth, Savroveth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Savroveth has a clumsy moment. Riders and dragons discuss recompense and other matters. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 13, Month 6, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated a lot! |
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| Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr The rest of the bowl may be barren, grass barely surviving at best, but here by the lake, it's brilliantly green in the warmer months: thickening and thriving in the silty, boulder-dotted soil just before it transitions to soft sand and thence to the cool, clear water itself. A large freshwater lake fed by a low waterfall, it not only provides warm-weather bathing space for humans and dragons, but has one end fenced off as a watering hole for the livestock in the feeding grounds. The water there is often muddier than the rest of the clear lake, whose shallows drop off abruptly several yards out into deep water, and whose edge undulates against the coarse-hewn bowl wall: here close enough to just be bramble-covered rocks, there far enough away that a narrow land bridge divides the main lake from a smallish pond. Between are several rocky outcroppings that form excellent makeshift diving points, though only one -- across the bridge -- has a set of narrow, slippery, quite possibly tempting stairs. 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.
Jadzia is jogging further down the beach. Savroveth probably hasn't been keeping her company. It's hard work getting all of his limbs to do what he wants them to do, especially when he's growing as quickly as dragons tend to grow. Despite moving more like a gangly-legged foal, he's already the size of a large runner. What he lacks in finesse, though, he makes up for plenty in enthusiasm. Unfortunately, his enthusiasm collides with that vat of lovely oil. Whoops. « Hey! This smells awesome. » Jadzia is still a ways down the beach. The oil goes spilling out of the vat as it gets dumped on its side. Rasavyth observes from the water, rumbling to his rider. That's only too familiar a sight. "Well, shit," is K'zin's audible response. It's not a concern for the oil that has him pushing off the bronze's side and sliding into the water, coming up and swimming for shore. "Hey, dragon," is directed to Savroveth as he approaches. Surely, Rasavyth could be helpful here, but so far there's only that invisible shimmer just at the edge of Savroveth's thoughts to indicate he's paying attention. "Careful, it's slippery. Three dragons and their riders got bungled up when they were your size and ended up in the infirmary." On this very track of land. Did Jadzia say something? It was probably just swearing at the brown from waaaay over there. But her jogging speeds up into a more proper run so she'll be here soon enough. Savroveth's head is lowered toward the spilled oil, maybe to smell it. He tilts a brief look toward K'zin, then lifts a taloned paw to poke at the spill experimentally, wings mantling for extra balance. "No!" K'zin scolds. Because dragonriders really should know better. "Don't touch it. You'll slip and end up in the infirmary. Where is your rider?" The near shimmer at the edges of Savroveth's mind sparkle brighter in Rasavyth's deep amusement. But then his oozy charm with the aftertaste of 'wrong' makes itself more obvious, pressing at the edge of the young brown's mind like a knock at the door. No? Savroveth lifts his head to look at K'zin again. No? Who does this guy think he is, telling him no? The brown probably doesn't mean to obey, but he glances back to where his rider is closing in on them, and then his attention is drawn to the much larger bronze. So he sort of obeys by default. "Sav! What are you getting into now? I'm sorry, he just-- oh." She realizes who she's apologizing to. "K'zin. Hey? That wasn't expensive, was it?" Jadzia, sweating, hands clasped over her head, gives the bronzerider a hopeful look. Hopeful that it wasn't expensive. "It wasn't cheap." K'zin answers Jadzia his eyes going over her with a little more attention than he should pay her. "But they weren't my marks. That's from Ras' share." So she'll have to settle it with his dragon, apparently. "Mostly, I'm concerned that he doesn't slip in it and get hurt. When I was a weyrling, oil spilled here and three of us and our dragons ended in the infirmary." Maybe this information will do better with Jadzia than with the dragon. Rasavyth has shifted so he can lounge in K'zin's absence, observing with interest. « So, » the charming tenor purr comes cheerily, « How does your Jadzia propose to reimburse me for my loss, young Savroveth? » "Your dragon has money?" Jadzia glances past K'zin toward the lounging bronze with a slight frown, arms still over her head to let herself breathe more deeply to catch her breath. "Sav, get back," she adds in a snappish sort of tone to the brown. He's still distracted by Rasavyth, at least, so it's not like he's in immediate danger of slipping. He does move, at least, practically shoving past K'zin so he can head for the bronze in an awkward gait. « '"She didn't spill the oil. What's it worth? » "He figures he's the brains and does half the work." Is Savroveth listening to the matter of fact way that K'zin says that? Like it's the most logical thing in the world. Jadzia might hope not. The bronzerider looks after the brown and then flicks a glance to Rasavyth. His expression is briefly pained a moment later and he doesn't meet the woman's gaze for half a breath. Then when he does, he might somehow seem older and his question of, "Weyrlinghood treating you alright?" isn't as casual a question as it might have been moments before. The back of his thumb comes to rub the deep folds on his brow away with a few quick scratches. « Go easy on him. He's just a baby. » As ever, what might be an instruction from another rider to his dragon is only a request from K'zin to Rasavyth. (K'zin to Rasavyth) Rasavyth's answer comes coldly; he no longer bothers to hide his nature at every turn, his secrets are known to his rider now. « The world does not spare the young simply for their youth. » (Rasavyth to K'zin) Rasavyth shifts lazily in the water, his head angled toward the weyrling as his oozy charm starts to nudge around Savroveth's mind, not invasively, but in exploration. « Excellent point, » he encourages the brown, tenor warm and friendly, the only sign of his internal malice that funny 'wrongness' at the edge of his touch. « So how do you propose to provide me recompense? It is worth a week's working wage, made more the precious as we've not had proper wages in over a turn. » Not that they don't get paid some, just not what an uninjured wingrider so long in recovery would earn. Jadzia glances in Savroveth's direction, her arms coming down. But she doesn't watch the brown long enough to miss whatever happens in K'zin's expression during those moments. "I'm told I'll probably live. I mean, in some ways it's easier than guard training. In others, it's just... harder." She has such a way with words. "Are you okay? We'll get you more oil. Or the money to pay for it, anyway," she assures, assuming that must be the problem. Cigar smoke drifts from brown to bronze while Savroveth considers. « Please. » The 'pfft' need not be voiced, though it's surely suggested. « I'll get you your week's wages. Don't worry about how. » That's not important. "Fine." K'zin reassures. "It's just Ras." He glances again toward the bronze then back to the blonde, "His wing gets painful twinges every now and again, ever since he crashed." It doesn't sound like a lie. "Most weyrlings do, I'm told. Though one of my classmates nearly fell to her death the first time she flew with her dragon." If that's a lie, it's not a comforting one. The bronze's amusement seems genuine as well. The cigar smoke is immediately mimicked, initially just in idea and then on a matter of moments it's deepened into a very accurate reflection of what Savroveth projects, just with a touch of charming translucent ooze that shimmers here and there. « Excellent, » he seems only too happy to purr. « When shall I expect it? » A brief glance is cast toward Rasavyth. Jadzia has no reason to suspect a lie, though, so she doesn't question K'zin's response. "I don't think we'll have that problem. He's still getting walking down. Who's to say we'll ever actually get in the air?" Clearly Savroveth isn't paying attention because he'd probably have something to say to that. Fortunately, he's entirely too distracted by the bronze. « Give me a seven. Maybe two. » He is just a baby, after all. Not that he'd admit as much. "Oh, you'll get in the air. Sometimes they're better in the air even when they're not on the ground." K'zin doesn't seem to have any doubts. "Babies are clumsy. It's practically universal. Even the ones that are graceful have their moments." He glances after the brown and then back to the weyrling, "Are you enjoying him?" His eyes look briefly up to her hair and he can't help a grin, "Kept your hair, I see. I didn't know it was an option until I saw Tela traipsing about with her braids. If I'd known, I'd not have let Sabs cut mine off." His that is still short now. The amusement keeps the shimmer visible among the cigar smoke that wafts ticklingly about. « Very well. Two sevens you may have. » The bronze agrees, rumbling as he shifts into a more comfortable lounge, wings briefly stretching to reveal the underwing of bright bronze before folding again, his 'cloak' now showing only the dull exterior. Jadzia watches K'zin dubiously, clearly not sure she believes any of this. He has seen Savroveth walking around, right? If she cared more about what other people thought of her, it'd probably be embarrassing. "Enjoying might be putting it strongly. I love him. I didn't know I could love like that, you know? But it's hard, learning how to deal with... everything." A hand lifts to her hair, unconsciously checking to make sure no huge chunks have been pulled out of her braids. "I thought about cutting it. But it kind of felt like I just needed to hang onto something that was me." That admission makes her look uncharacteristically self-conscious, but she clears her throat and asks, "How're you and your girl doing, anyway?" Savroveth is a stark contrast of confidence, wings folded carefully along his body. « Fantastic! You won't be disappointed. Jad and I are great at making money. » The nod carries a serious look for knowing. K'zin really does. "You don't ever love anyone that way. I'm not sure it's really possible with people. Or at least, not with people with dragons. You'd throw your weyrmate to a jungle cat before you'd let it tear your lifemate's wing." For whatever reason, K'zin looks amused. Probably he shouldn't, but then, he doesn't have a weyrmate. "We're fine, though I expect you see more of Tela these days than I do. Downside of having a weyrlingmaster for a girlfriend. Although that leaves a lot of time to sketch." The smile now is a little cheeky. He doesn't linger on that more private comment, though he takes it seriously enough, another nod for adjustment. "I like your braids. Glad you kept them." He's probably not suppose to say that, but neither man nor dragon seem concerned about that. Rasavyth is far more interested to ask with amusement, « Are you now. And what sort of business do you do? » It's the logical question. She doesn't have a weyrmate, either, but that makes Jadzia smile because she can definitely understand how that would be the case now that she has Savroveth. "It almost seems like a shame to not know what it's like to love a person before you love your lifemate. Not really any comparison, after that." Jadzia stretches one arm across her chest, glancing toward bronze and brown as she nods. "Glad you two are doing okay. Thanks." Her gaze comes back, flickers down and up again over K'zin. "We should get going. Sorry about the oil. C'mon, Sav!" She's already turning. Maybe K'zin said something wrong. « Please, » Savroveth is saying to Rasavyth again when Jadzia is calling for him. Clearly their business is awesome. But the brown's attention is back on his rider and he turns to bound back in her direction, bugling at K'zin as he passes. "I don't feel like I really missed out. I mean, I love Telavi, but it's a very different thing than with Ras. And she knows how I feel, about both of them. I think it's probably harder for the rider/non-rider couplings. But I can see how it can be easy to think you come first, even if you know someone has a lifemate." K'zin shrugs his shoulders. But then it's to the oil he's looking, and then crouching to right the small vat. "Things happen," is offered without much concern to Jadzia's back. If he wonders about what he might've said, it doesn't show as he kicks the sand over, to disperse the oil. He does pause to roll his eyes at the brown briefly as he passes, and Ras' touch simply fades out with the same amusement with which he watches the weyrling pair depart. |
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