Logs:Faulty Logic
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| RL Date: 11 August, 2015 |
| Who: Nala, M'vyn, Jynth, Elsyth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Nala continues her search for Lilah and Eliyaveith. Until she doesn't. |
| Where: Unnamed Lake, Fort Area |
| When: Day 6, Month 7, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
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| Elsyth's mind reaches icy tendrils outward, seeking the metallic steam of Jynth's awareness. « Where are you? » She demands, her tone sharp and the sound of a glacier creaking and crackling indicates her annoyance. « We have looked and looked. We cannot locate you. He wants to see yours. » The green flashes an image towards the blue of a distant lake outside of the Weyr. The 'cold' that comes from her tone leeches outwards into the image and gives the distinct impression that the lake they are at is far too cold for swimming. « He is telling me to say 'please.' » She does indeed say the word but it is clear she isn't using it in the manner that M'vyn may have wanted. Where is he? Maybe Jynth's not really so sure anymore, having visited so many different places over the days that have spanned since their clutchsister's disappearance. He's weary enough that Elsyth's presence slams into his mind with no resistance, making him flinch away and scrabble to gather himself for a response. It takes him a bit, silence hanging between them, what lacks of the green's manners lost on him. « ...She says we need the image again, » he eventually admits, the hum of his thoughts a sputtering now and then. He waits, not impatiently, for if and when he can get a better grasp of the where, then unwisely makes the jump regardless, to appear over the lake as a washed-out figure, the vibrancy leeched from his hide. Elsyth slams down the image again like a person slamming a book out of annoyance on a table. It crackles into his awareness and whether it is on time to fuel his jump, at least it was offered. Elsyth is hunched near the lake, her gaze focused on the still glassness of the water near her talons. M'vyn has remained dressed in his riding jacket against the chill of the mountain air. He notices Jynth's color with a frown of disapproval. Arms folded in front of him, he stalks forward to close the distance between himself and the blue pair. His breath comes out in a foggy-steam against the chill as he awaits Nala to dismount. A hand is offered towards her to aid her down from Jynth and he withholds a comment until she is clear of the blue. He doesn't want to let her go, so he holds firm to her hand as he looks at her. "Where have you been? I haven't heard from you since the announcement came." Jynth's landing is heavy and clumsy, more telling of his bulk and size than his normal, more graceful efforts, though he has the sense to keep away from Elsyth's chosen spot even in his exhausted state. Nala just sits there, letting time and the chill pass over her, until she can tune back into the present and make some sense out of what's going on around her. She unbuckles her straps little by little, then makes to slide down to the ground in a similarly inelegant fashion to her blue, and so she takes M'vyn's hand to slow her descent, whether she wishes to or not. The bluerider doesn't pull away from him, nor try to free her hand, but stands there looking up at him a little blankly, allowing herself to be chastised. "Looking," she replies, like it answers everything. "The Weyrleader asked you to?" M'vyn demands and only seems to add the upswing of a question into it to force her into answering. He leads her away from Jynth, angling her in the direction of the blanket he's settled on a part of the embankment that has a circle of stones that likely block the chill of the wind that perpetuates the place. This location can't have been meant for anything in particular, the cold and bleakness of the lakeshore and the sparseness of vegetation gives the entire place an eerie quality. He waits until she's seated, going so far as to give her a tug towards the blanket. "You can't run him so ragged Nala," he decides, looking towards Jynth. "Or you will fail to come out of Between one day." The scowl he returns to her is fierce. "No," Nala says immediately, reaching with her other hand for Jynth's muzzle, to press her face in against his before M'vyn leads her away, though she remains half-twisted to face her blue as they move off and towards the blanket. There's no resistance in her to avoid that tug, and she stumbles her way down onto the ground, where she sits crossed-legged, focus fixed on her feet. "He wants to look," she insists, low-voiced. "She's--she was his sister." She dips her chin even more, letting her hair fall forward to conceal her face right as the threat of tears emerges. "...That is what happened to them, isn't it? That has to be what happened... I cannot find her. Why did none of them keen for them?" M'vyn keeps the distance between them as she settles down. He still has hold of Nala's hand and will continue to hold it unless she draws it away. He watches her without lessening the severity of his scowl. "They are gone," he answers with a certain finality and flatness to his tone that doesn't indicate any emotion he may have on the matter. "I am not a dragon and do not know why they didn't keen for them. No one can locate or feel her. The obvious answer - that she is gone - is all that we can make of it." He tightens his grip on her fingers, "You've got to stop this." The tears? Or her search? He's not being kind in his approach on the matter no matter what fuels his words. "I won't let you kill yourself over it." "She would have looked for me," Nala declares, wobbly though her voice is. "She would have kept looking." She shakes her head as a tear plinks its way down onto the leather of her trousers, then lifts a hand to paw at her eyes, smudging the kohl that edges them. "It is not your decision to make," she tells M'vyn through a hiccupping sound. "You cannot stop me. I still have to look in--" Half the planet. More. "I still have to look," the bluerider amends, pressing the heel of her free hand beneath her left eye. "It does not make any sense. They should have known. We should know. There is no reason to it. She was my best friend. She would not just... go." She curls in on herself all the more, her, "...Like I did," almost unintelligible. "Would she have?" M'vyn asks, not censoring his initial reaction from Nala despite noticing her tears. He schools his features into an impassive mask as he watches her in a detached manner as she curls in on herself. He releases her hand and folds his arms in front of him, turning his gaze towards Elsyth near the water's edge and then towards where Jynth has settled. His silence stretches and may allow her to cry without interruption. He finally looks back to her. "You will stop," he informs her, "because she would've stopped. Whether or not you believe that, she would have. It is faulty logic to think... to will... her back by your searching." Nala draws her knees to her chest and drops her forehead to them, wrapping her arms around her folded legs to form a huddled ball, her expression hidden by her knees. "It is faulty logic to believe that someone is gone when no-one has mourned for them like they would for any other," she eventually finds herself composed enough to state, voice hoarse more from suppressing sound that letting herself cry with any abandon. "...I willed you back," she murmurs, unwilling to elaborate about when or from where or why. "I willed Nalyn back." She props her chin on her knees. "I had no way of knowing whether I would get either of you back. This is no different." Elsyth surfaces from her contemplation of the lake to brush her mind against Jynth's. She is unapologetic still for her treatment of him, yet there's a subtle concern offered in the touch. He does not look well and it is too obvious to ignore. Her ice is translated to a gentle falling snow as she asks of him « You can not hear her? I cannot hear her. No one can hear her. It is not right. But it is what is. » M'vyn narrows her gaze on Nala for a moment and then glances again towards Elsyth. He lets out a frustrated sound as he wipes his face abruptly with his hand, plucking at his lip in passing before he drops his arm over her shoulders. "You knew we lived. It is different. You're not.. you're going to hurt Jynth," he decides to switch tactics, "if you keep him moving at this pace. You love him more than that." « ...I can't hear her, » Jynth reluctantly confirms, hunching a little to let his head rest atop his forepaws in defeat. « I cannot find her. She was kind and good. She wouldn't have left us on purpose. » Such is the conclusion he has reached; such is what he can offer Elsyth with any certainty. He closes his eyes against those admittances, the warmth of his mind dimming against the presence of snow, as if he has no will to fight reality or her. "...He wants to search," Nala once again insists, though M'vyn's words make her look over at her grey heap of a lifemate. "If we stop... then she is dead. They are dead. If we stop, then it is over. I go back to my weyr and... what? Accept it?" Elsyth must sense his inability to retreat and recedes from Jynth's mind with no further comment. She reaches out to touch at the lake to watche the ripples her talons create within the otherwise undisturbed surface. M'vyn replies bluntly, "He is not fit to keep searching. The chaos of the Weyr has allowed his state and your own to pass unnoticed. I notice. I am telling you to stop." He keeps his arm around Nala, allowing that to be the slightest warmth he offers her. "It is not your sole responsibility to find answers." He shakes his head and looks away from Nala, face darkening against a memory of his own. "We cannot keep people we may wish to keep. Sometimes we lose them and there is no concrete... no definite... to the why or the how." Nala tips herself against M'vyn without letting herself turn to properly tuck in against his side, Jynth's weariness reflected in the way she maintains the low bow of her head. "...You cannot tell me what to do," she weakly tells him for a second time, though with her next breath she just slumps against him, a heap of heavy limbs. "Tell me what to do," she asks, voice barely there. Whether about the situation or the immediate future, she doesn't find the wherewithal to clarify, and so simply... submits. "Tell me what to do." "Stop searching," M'vyn tells her, holding her as she slumps against him. His tone is firm as he reiterates, "You will stop searching for Lilah." He lets silence fall behind that statement, enforcing it by speaking no further. Later, he breaks it by telling Nala more, "We will wait here until Jynth can rest. Then we will return home." To clarify, he adds, "to our weyr." He doesn't seem inclined to push her any further than this and continues to keep his arm about her. His eyes move towards the blue and rest there for a long time. Elsyth remains by the lake but looks now and again in the blue's direction. She doesn't reach for him. She keeps that distance there. But she's watching now. From Nala's thoughts or M'vyn's words, Jynth takes the word 'rest' as his cue that he can, though he only curls up the slightest bit more securely, tipping a little more onto one side than the other, so that he can lounge and tuck his head beneath one wing. His rider's agreement is signalled by her silence and the too trusting way that she lets M'vyn hold her. She stays there, resting against him, for a minute or more, but soon pleads, "I have to be near him." Wobbly legs take some convincing to support her, but she uses the grip she snags on the greenrider's arm to push herself up as much as to try and pull him after her, to Jynth's side, where she attempts to curl in against them both until such a time arrives as it's safe to return to Fort. |
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