Logs:Failing is Not Okay
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| RL Date: 7 March, 2016 |
| Who: Vhaeryth, Yuanth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr, Fort Hold |
| Type: Log |
| What: With his rider visiting Fort Hold's steward, Vhaeryth is bored. Yuanth is bored-er. |
| When: Day 17, Month 3, Turn 40 (Interval 10) |
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| Believe it or not, Vhaeryth can only look possessively out over Fort Hold's vista for so long; or, rather, he requires more occupation, more multi-tasking. A subtle sense of foreign skies accompanies his roving thoughts, clearer than the Weyr's, fresh with springtime but also human smoke: what are the youngest dragons up to? He'll find out. (To Yuanth from Vhaeryth) To Vhaeryth, Yuanth's mind touch is light, questioning at the feel of the bronze mind. A short burst of musical notes reaches out for Vhaeryth followed by a simple questioning feeling drawn out in a light sketch of a question mark before fading away. To Yuanth, Vhaeryth's indulgent when it comes to a little one, today; he sketches these skies above several cliffs burrowed out for humans' odd little windows instead of weyrs, though said cliffs are out of focus compared to the pure if boring blue. So he makes them less boring, with a pair of enormous, blobby (it's hard to make facets out of cloudstuff) eyes. To Vhaeryth, Yuanth is perhaps envious of the older dragons flight through the skies. A toss up though if she is envious of the flight itself or his ability to go peeking in with those enormous eyes into places. « Hello! » is offered up brightly with the enthusiasm of the youth in her tone. « Yuanth, » is the bronze's resonant reply. Then, amused, « Bored? » (To Yuanth from Vhaeryth) To Vhaeryth, Yuanth has clearly been 'cooped' up the barracks far too long in her short month or so of live. Pent up energy flows around her words, emotions laces with longing to do more. « Bored. » her agreement is one simple word. He mirrors that energy, heightens it, adds a swirl of blue and near-metallic brown that bypasses the eyes as they blink out of sight; « 'Failure is not defeat until you stop trying,' » intoned as a quote. (To Yuanth from Vhaeryth) To Vhaeryth, Yuanth projects « I do not fail. » comes the stout reply from the land bound green. « I must not fail. » The perspective shift is swift, not just sideways nor down but a swerve: blue, but moving blue. « 'Hope is like food; you will starve without it.' » But, « Sometimes we change our minds. Or wait. » (To Yuanth from Vhaeryth) To Vhaeryth, Yuanth's tone is uncertain, awash with fading colors. « Wait? For? » « Something better. » Something, possibly, that she incites. But with that advice, that certainty that threatens to fill hers up, Vhaeryth leaves off even foreknowledge for swifter, farther flight. (To Yuanth from Vhaeryth) |
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