Logs:Excited Chit-Chat
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| RL Date: 21 July, 2014 |
| Who: Teisyth, Zvaraseth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Teisyth jumps at the chance to chat with young Zvaraseth. |
| Where: Dragonland |
| When: Day 24, Month 4, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
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| If Teisyth were, in any way, remotely intimidating, she might be considered to be 'haunting' the weyrling dragons, the taste of her strange rusted copper and pistachio mindtouch just at the edges of awareness, her omnipresent excitement for just about everything lingering just where it isn't too distracting. As ever, she's waiting because she's not supposed to distract the weyrlings, but if one of them talks to her first... game on! G'laer can't get mad about it! (To Zvaraseth from Teisyth) To Teisyth, Zvaraseth has been well fed, well oiled, and well massaged for the various aches that settle into his misshapen limbs... now, relaxed and in good humor, he does in fact reach out to that green, quite aware of her omnipresent hovering. « And how are you, Teisyth? » the richness of his mindvoice, ever cordial. To Zvaraseth, Teisyth has all the subtlety of Thread mid-Fall. It's entirely possible to hear her exited, « Hot dang, hot dang, hot dang! He talked to me! » That is volunteered to her rider by way of self-defense and because she's just so excited before she directs answer to the brown himself. First there is the exuberance that sweeps through before settling a little, then her twangy alto, « Ohhithere, Zvaraseth! » As if she hadn't just been waiting for him to say something. Casual, cool. Only so very transparently not. « I reckon I'm doin' alright. It's a nice day outside even if'n there aren't any mud puddles t'splash in. How 'bout you? » From Zvaraseth, there is an emanation of amusement - pleasure, perhaps, at the unabashed enthusiasm that the green shows. It's warm, tolerant, swirled with the faintest traces of red and gold. « I look forward to being able to explore outside more thoroughly, » he says, then considers a moment on how he is. « I seem to be... well. All things considered. » (To Teisyth from Zvaraseth) Are there things to be considered? Though certainly her rider knows, the green doesn't seem to think in the same way; the things to be considered are an afterthought if anything and she doesn't have much time for afterthoughts with the way her thoughts seem to be ever rumbling and creaking onward. « Good, I'm glad! » Is she ever not? « You'll like outside, » she's sure. « Is Evanthe strong enough t'carry you farther than you can walk on yer own? » This isn't even a reference to his deformity but to his youth. « She could take you on a walkin' tour! » Evanthe will be thrilled, no doubt, by the idea. (To Zvaraseth from Teisyth) |
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