Logs:Encouraging Exploration
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| RL Date: 12 November, 2015 |
| Who: Lys, T'mic, Evyth, Jorrth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jorrth gives Evyth advice and encouragement. |
| Where: Weyrling Training Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 5, Month 4, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Edyis/Mentions, Jocelyn/Mentions |
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>---< Weyrling Training Cavern, High Reaches Weyr(#392RJLs) >----------------<
All the furniture here has been pushed to one side of the room to allow a
large pathway opposite: room enough to let weyrling dragons pass from the
bowl's archway to the cavernous barracks at the back. None of the
furniture matches, either: it varies from big cushioned, claw-footed
chairs to those of plain wood, while the most seating is at the two stone
tables ringed by low and equally hard stone benches. Without the
tapestries that decorate many of the Weyr's other interior spaces, the
room always echoes with noise, no matter how few are there.
What it does have, however, are several colorful murals: on one wall, a
detailed diagram of a dragon's anatomy; opposite, next to a creaky wooden
door, a number of painted and labeled wing formations. Near the entrance
is a large-scale version of the Weyr's badge, while the back wall, by the
barracks, features a detailed map of the continent. The latter area's also
home to one big, beat-up couch, black or maybe blue -- the thing's so old
and filthy it's hard to tell, though it's certainly comfortable.
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Lys F 20 5'5" slender, blonde hair, blue-green eyes 0s
T'mic M 22 6'4" broad, black hair, brown eyes 9s Given the number of weyrlings in the barracks, it's no wonder that the weavers turn up at lunchtime to waylay a couple here and there to get the measurements for riding leathers logged. It was Lys' turn today to hold up her arms, to put them back down, to stand with her feet together, and to be taped by one of the apprentices. Evyth watches it all eagerly, even seeming amused by the annoyed look the apprentice gives the weyrling for still munching on a sandwich through the proceedings. When she's finished, she goes off with a little huff, leaving Lys to flop with an unimpressed look into one of the comfortable chairs near the green and hold up part of her sandwich for her tasting proclivity. That big blue Jorrth doesn't want to crowd the littles, but he does love to watch them. This is why that apprentice needs to slip around one side of the exit. Because there's a big, flat head blocking the other side, at least for so long as he waits on T'mic, who was last seem several minutes ago, heading into the weyrlingmaster's office. Under that big brow, eyes blink, and whirl into a fresh focus. On sandwiches. And Evyth. There's a soft sigh from Evyth when the gastronomic experiment doesn't go as hoped; it's never as good as Lys thinks it is, but she never stops hoping. Lys shifts awkwardly forward to reach out to the platter that holds the remaining halved sandwiches to claim another. « Would you like one, Jorrth? » Evyth extends the cheery invitation; even if it didn't work out for her, it yet might for him. « No, » answers Jorrth, and also, « Thanks. » Those big eyes stay staring. « Akluseth and I hunted this morning. » He has seen the reaction, of course, and the lack of sharing of this next sandwich. « Your experiment didn't turn out as you'd hoped, » is a bit of a prompt. And still, no T'mic. « Oh, good. Aidvanth and I hunted-- uh. Well, recently! » Even if there's a moment of uncertainty, the thought ends brightly. « And Lys says I've done it again since, only I don't remember that as clearly, » and truthfully that first hunt is more vague, but Lys remembers and reminds Evyth, helpfully. « It never goes as I'd like. Lys thinks it tastes so good but it never tastes the same as she tastes it when I do, » is a little convoluted an explanation but it is what it is. Then, curiously, « Who's Akluseth? » « Is it always the same thing you're testing? » is earnest curiosity, while, « What all does your rider eat? » is more of a prompt once more. Jorrth lets out a snort that is almost a sneeze, yet it's not quite chilly enough for it to create clouds of condensation. Alas. That was always so impressive. « Akluseth is my wingmate. And my clutchbrother. He is brown. » "Oh, everything," Lys chimes into the conversation for herself, perhaps not seeing it the least strange to be a more active participant. « The meat things, » Evyth informs him, "taste better than the vegetable things which... » she quietly confides, « don't taste very good at all to me, but do to Lys. » There's a glance toward Lys as if this might somehow be a fault of the rider, but then Evyth would never really see fault in Lys. The rider rolls her eyes while the green moves away from the seat and toward the blue, considering him. « I don't remember that. » The condensation clouds, but then, when it would have been cold enough, she was very, very small. « Those are very... nice-- » boring « descriptions of him, » that she finds wanting, but won't say so. « Is that how you would describe me? I'm a weyrling and I'm green? You wouldn't say something more if someone asked who Evyth is? » « Human tongues are very different from ours, » the blue suggests, « and we taste with our tongues. And our noses, but those are different, too. » Jorrth crouches down a bit, the better to peer at the uncoming green. And, you know, get nearer her level as well. Those dainty feet of his make necessary adjustments on the cusp of the weyrling cavern. « But you are a weyrling. And you are green. » And he is more perceptive than just that. « What else do you want to know about Akluseth? » Evyth stops short because there's a thought. It requires she immediately roll her tongue out of her mouth to try to go cross-eyed looking at it. « I never thought of that before. Why is it that they get dragon anatomy lessons but we never get human anatomy lessons? » The way she forms the word 'anatomy' in her thoughts has a babyish trying-to-hard-to-say-it-right quality to it. And nevermind that they'd never retain the information anyway. « What is Akluseth like? If I met him, would I like him? Should I meet him? » are listed as things she'd like to know, though don't make an exclusive list. It takes thought, that first question, and there is a bit of a pause. « Your riders learn about dragon anatomy so they can help heal any injuries, in part at least. » Those little feet of his are brought forward purposefully, now. « It is harder for us to do that. But you do have a human rider, so you can learn anatomy just by looking at her and asking her questions, can't you? » Prompting, again; he, certainly, feels it's a possibility. « Akluseth is enthusiastic. And he cares very much for his rider. And you should meet him and every other dragon in your Weyr. » "Oh, for Faranth's sake. Thanks Jorrth!" Lys calls to the blue as she pushes herself up out of her seat. Evyth's tone turns mildly embarrassed. « I can. » Though it would seem the blonde isn't thrilled by this turn of events, given the way she's stalking off toward the barracks. « That's a lot of dragons. » Evyth seizes on the change of topic. « I could try. » Jorrth just looks at Lys. Because what could be so wrong with encouraging a young dragon to broaden her horizons? Speaking of horizons, T'mic is on one. Or, rather, is making his way out of the weyrlingmaster's office, with a rolled hide tucked up against his side. It's just in time to see Lys' departure, to look between Jorrth and Evyth. « You have time, » that big blue is assuring her. « And now that you're hunting, you'll meet lots more just on the feeding grounds alone. » Evyth looks briefly after Lys before looking back to Jorrth. « I'm sure you're right. Even more once we get to go after any beast and not just the old ones. » Even if that's best for now. « Thank you, Jorrth! » is bright and meant. « I should go talk to Lys, » carries a little more concern, but then the bouncy little green is heading to do just that, a warm warble for T'mic as she siddles by him. |
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