Logs:Equally Weyrlings
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| RL Date: 1 November, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, L'sha, Rillaeth, G'laer, Teisyth, Ghena |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Coming off the sands, the weyrlings have new roles to satisfy. |
| Where: Weyrling Barracks, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 22, Month 2, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions |
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| Weyrling Barracks, High Reaches Weyr Tucked off the back of the training room, the barracks are a huge, high cavern that stretches far back into the stone of the Weyr. Both of the longer walls are lined with couches for the dragons, enough for a couple of Pass-sized clutches at once, each matched with a cot and press for the weyrling dragonrider. In this day and age, however, the couches in the back have been allowed to grow dusty with long disuse. Hearths are spaced between every few couches to heat the big room. For decoration, there are a number of tapestries on the walls, looking almost as beat-up as the couches out in the training room, but scattered flower pots with their bright blooming contents provide a cheery touch. Additionally, some of the couches have had graffiti scratched into them over the Turns that were never quite cleaned off: smears of chalk messages or even rough pictures, some not fit for young eyes. In many cases names and dates have been painstakingly carved into the rock, a record of those that once made their home here.
There's buckets of hastily cut up, small meat chunks - raw and oozing - for the new weyrlings, as well as many, many couches to choose from. Count on Alida to check that her two 'shepard-ees' are doing okay before she abandons L'sha and G'laer altogether to Quinlys' tender mercies, the blonde offering a small smile to L'sha, and a murmured, "Glad Ilicaeth was right. Enjoy it when ya can..." then moving off to G'laer and muttering something to him low-voiced before she spins about, departs. Alida whispers to G'laer, "Try kissin' yer new lifemate. Welcome ta nanny duty fer a Turn 'r more...an' the first day uv yer new life." L'sha looks up from feeding Rillaeth as G'laer enters. He's gobsmacked. "Y-You Impressed a green? I don't believe it! That's so wonderful! I totally had you for a bronze, though. Shows what I know." He grins at Alida, "Thank you so much!" his voice drops to a whisper, "I have a present for you, I'll give it to you later." He goes back to doting on Rillaeth. G'laer doesn't know Teisyth's strength either, evidently, because the butt has him stumbling a step on his way to the barracks and staring again at the boxy green as if she's got a second head. Maybe it's just because she's green and not the bronze that was expected. He barely has time to even take in what Alida says to him before he's got to dash, literally, to catch up with Teisyth who smells something goo-ooo-ooooood and has puttered at her full-tilt speed toward the meat. Alida looks a little confused...then a tetch wary at being offered a 'present' from L'sha, but she simply quirks her head, bobs it, and notes to him, "She's always first..." while peering at streamlined Rillaeth. And then it's over to G'laer and his green, L'sha's words to his new clutchmate inspiring a small grin from the bluerider, and then a sudden, low laugh at the way Teisyth headbutts her human, then leads him on a merry chase towards the chow. "Enjoooy..." is noted out in singsong tone, the woman then leaving all the weyrlings be...and heading back out to the party in their names going on in the living cavern. There's bound to be juicy information and interactions going on there. L'sha takes a large, bloody chunk of meat from the bowl and feeds it to Rillaeth, who gulps it down greedily and messily, then gazes back at L'sha for more. He grins, but raises a hand with his index finger raised, pedantically. "No, that's enough, now. Hatchlings shouldn't eat too much, they'll get a thick tail." Rillaeth creels a bit, but complies and settles for peering over at her sister, sniffing daintily towards Teisyth. L'sha looks over at G'laer as well. "So, what do you think, eh? Riding a green. You're gonna have so much fuuuun..." Nothing about Teisyth is delicate or dainty, like her sister, least of all her table manners. Really, G'laer is 'overseeing' while Teisyth is muzzle deep in a bucket. She doesn't seem to have any trouble with the concepts chew and swallow, after all, what else would a mouth and teeth be for? But she is making some noises. Slurping. Rumbles of enjoyment, and-- burp! The sound is immediately followed by chuffing that sounds an awful lot like the dragon version of laughter. "I think you have an interesting definition of fun." G'laer answers the other weyrling, frowning as Teisyth re-buries her muzzle in the meat. L'sha points the finger at the other greenrider. "Don't you let her overeat, either, now, G'laer. Hmmm, G'laer. G'laer...It suits you. You do glare at people a lot." He looks down at Rillaeth. "No, you had enough!" She creels again hungrily. "Oh, all right, just a little bit." He grabs a small bit of wherry and tosses it to her. The speedy green snaps it out of midair. "Clever girl!" L'sha rewards her with a eyeridge scritch, which she leans into. "Don't you tell me what to do like you know better." G'laer answers L'sha flatly. If there's anger there, it's well hidden. There's decidedly firmness though. "You mind your lifemate and I'll mind mine." End of story, says his tone. But there's something going on that isn't obvious because Teisyth pulls her nose out of the meat to warble at G'laer and his jaw clenches before hard eyes turn on the green. She croons up to him as though unaware of just how sharp his gaze is. « Shucks, G'laer. He didn't mean nothin' by it. » The flavor of Teisyth's mind settles at the back of her lifemate's mouth; she's can't be ignored, even if G'laer chooses to ignore the words. And Teisyth uses that flavor as a foothold for spreading her infectious happiness. « Besides, it ain't important what he wants you to do or not do. What's important is that I have you and you have me, right? » That's all that matters in the end. (Teisyth to G'laer) L'sha arches an eyebrow at G'laer, cocking his head slightly. "Sorry, just didn't want her to overeat, s'all. You okay?" His features echo his concern. Rillaeth just croons happily as she's being scratched, one set of eyelids drooping down in pleasure. "Fine." The word is delivered too quickly as G'laer's eyes shift back to L'sha. "Look, L'sha," He must have heard the honorific from someone during all this action, "As far as I'm concerned, we're both on even ground so far as being weyrlings is concerned. We're both Weyr-bred and know plenty about dragons. So just-- act like it." The hesitation before act like it is probably because G'laer wants to say something else, but the way a bloody muzzle is now staining his white robe as Teisyth presses her head against his leg, there's probably something or someone tempering his words. L'sha sighs and smiles, closing his eyes. "I'm sorry, of course you're right. Sometimes I forget, since you weren't around when I was growing up. I do have great respect for you, even though I tease you sometimes. But you can be a little happy for yourself. And her." His eyes tear up a bit, again. "I'm barely keeping it together myself over here. You look like the best thing in the world - don't deny it - hadn't just happened to you." "I wasn't around when you were growing up," G'laer points out dryly, "Because I have probably a decade on you." As he's pointed out before. But then L'sha is pointing out the happy thing. "Look. She's trying to make me feel things. And I don't -- it's weird, okay?" He blows out a puff of air as the green nudges her head again on his leg. "And she's supposed to be a bronze." This causes chuffing of dragon laughter again which only smears the blood; her, supposed to be a bronze. That's hilarious to Teisyth. Then the chuffing abruptly ceases and there's a creaky creel of distress. G'laer's eyes widen and he stares down at the green and then he's moving, fast, to the oil. The Itch Has Hit. L'sha's eyes widen slightly and he shakes his head. "Don't fight it. I know you're uncomfortable with feelings, but you can't be with her. She loves you. Love her back with everything you are. There can't be any walls or armor between you. You must be afraid of being that naked, that vulnerable to her, not after being on guard constantly your whole life, but it's important for the bond between you. Give in to it. And she's *not* supposed to be bronze, stop talking like that! She's your green and it couldn't have happened any other way." G'laer doesn't stop, to his credit, until he's got oil sliding down Teisyth's back, specifically across her wingspars. Then, while on his knees and working the oil into her rusty-looking hide, he nails L'sha with a stern look. "L'sha. What did I just say about not telling me what to do. Equals, remember? And you're making a lot of assumptions, and you don't know me. At all." No one here seems to, except, "Grr!" That would be Ghena squealing and heading toward the pair of greenriders, her blue lifemate at her side. "Grr," Obviously a nickname of some kind, "Isn't it great we're going to be weyrlings together?" Ghena flashes L'sha a bright smile too. For once, L'sha doesn't return Ghena's cheerful greeting. In fact, the look of concern on his face is bordering on naked fear. "Please, G'laer. It's dangerous. For you and her." He sighs and heads over to his cot, suddenly aware of how tired he is. He puts a smile back on for his darling Rillaeth. "This is where we'll sleep for now, OK?" He lies on his cot and scritches the green, glancing worriedly at G'laer every once in a while. Eventually, Rillaeth drifts off to sleep. L'sha stays awake until he sees Rillaeth asleep, then finally gives in. "You're not inside my head." G'laer answers L'sha's concern firmly. "Don't make assumptions about me, about her, or about us. It won't end well for you." Even if that just means a lot of wasted worry for L'sha and not a threat of bodily harm. G'laer wouldn't do that, right? Not on hatching night. Ghena looks between the greenriding weyrlings, "Ohmy, do you two want a room or something?" G'laer does, however, reach out to pinch Ghena's arm. "Not helping, Ghen." "Ow!" This results in a hiss from the blue and then Teisyth is playing peacemaker, rumbling in between the two. Clearly it'll be a while before they settle into a couch. |
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