Logs:Fire Plan
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| RL Date: 22 June, 2015 |
| Who: Akluseth, Jorrth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Adolescent dragons talk about the future. |
| Where: Jorrth's Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 24, Month 1, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Sunny. It's not blizzarding yet, damn it. |
| Mentions: Keysi/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions |
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Jorrth's Ledge, High Reaches Weyr Much worn, this ledge dips like a wallow itself, forming a shallow bowl cupping the entry to the weyr. Water likes to pool there, despite the groove carved to lead it out and over the edge of the ledge. One spot to the side features a bench carved out of the stone wall; sitting there reveals a charming view of the Weyr's lake, far below and just beyond the curve of the ledge. Beside the chair is the weyr's entry. Inside, the weyr opens into a single kidney-shaped chamber, not fully separated into dragon and human areas. It lacks, too, a distinct wallow, instead having two or three shallow depressions worn out by different dragons over the turns. Long before the brown's rippled wings cast a shadow, a surge of salt wind and campfire smoke drifts over. « Incoming! » (To Jorrth from Akluseth) It's Akluseth's usual greeting before he dive bombs a ledge, well it isn't precisely a dive bomb he passes once loosing enough speed to land safely in the chill of the morning air. « Man, did you see that wing weaving the spires yesterday during drills? It was all hairpin turns and daring do! Wonder if those greens even know we exist... » Jorrth knows that call. It has him getting up from where he was stretched in early rays of the winter sun. He shakes his head and his wings out as he makes room, waiting to stretch his limbs until he's cleared space for his brother. « I saw them! We're shadowing with them soon. » Anticipation heats his mindvoice. Once Akluseth has landed, Jorrth approaches with the usual headbutt/press for the (slightly) bigger dragon. « And if the greens didn't know we existed, they'd smash into us over the bowl all the time. » There is, at least for Aklueth, no arguing that point. « Kinda makes a guy nervous knowing they are all watching to see which wing the lot of us fit into. » Akluseth snorts accepting the headbutt and returning it with one of his own, « You want to fly with them? » The greens or the daredevil wing, Akluseth's question is ambiguous at best. Jorrth puts a little bit of push into that, but it's not a full test. Not on his ledge, not when there's a visitor. The blue steps more toward the edge of his ledge, balancing on the lip of that natural bowl shape, and looks out over the skies. « I think it's good, » he says, unbothered, with no sign of nerves. « We need wings we will fit into. And we'll do our best when we're where we should be. I like trickier flying, but... I need to see what else they do. » It's not ambiguous to Jorrth. « Yours doesn't mind which wing you get assigned in the end? » It seems an alien concept to the brown, but he stretches before arranging himself so as not to take up too much room. Not his ledge after all. « What else do you want to do? » « T'mic, » and Jorrth always rejoices a little bit in saying that name, even still, when his voice isn't so high as it once was, « wants to be where we'll be best. We want to be best. » It takes some serious thought, here, on his ledge outside his weyr, with full wings just a flap and a few months away. Jorrth snorts steam into the air. « Do you know where you want to be? » Akluseth yawns a little at the question, « Edyis knows where she wants to be. Me, well I don't think it particularly matters. » His tail twitches, « Meeting new people and dragons is always good though. It will be weird not seeing everyone every day. » He admits, as his tail continues to flick, faceted eyes surveying the bowl. « It does matter, » Jorrth corrects. « If it didn't, the wings wouldn't be different. Everyone has a place to fill. It's important that they fill it properly. It could be everything. » It's general talk, but it's making him anxious for action nonetheless. Jorrth shifts and paws at the edge of his ledge with those little feet of his. « T'mic knows where we should be, » decides the blue after a moment. « He just doesn't know he knows yet. » It's clear in his tone that Jorrth means to help him. « And we can always land on each other's ledges, unless we're away. » « True facts. » He states of ledge landing, but for knowing where you belong? The brown seems more ambiguous, « I'm starting to see a trend with you silver thread types. » He teases brightly. But he too is feeling the sense of restlessness. « Kinda worried about flaming though to be honest. » Jorrth looks sidelong to his brother, out one of those keen eyes, considering him. « There isn't a silver thread type. That's, I think, what they were trying for. » More steam is snorted out. Jorrth makes himself relax, slowly settles down, until his belly is touching the stone of his ledge, legs tucked in beneath him. « Why would you be worried about flaming? » Akluseth chuffs, « Sure. » unconvinced. That tail though, keeps twitching restlessly. « Most of the time if I mess up Edyis forgives me, she's very gracious that way. Flaming though, that's one of those things that if I mess up it could go very badly. » His solid muscles are tensing at the thought. « Fire is sort of a problem for us. Well, her specifically. » Now that, Jorrth finds interesting. Enough that his head turns a bit more, that both eyes are on his brother now. « Is she afraid of it? » « Don't ever let her hear you say that. » he cautions, « Small fires... like in a hearth aren't much of a problem, but when they get bigger or out of control. » The tides shift as he tries to explain it, he ends up sharing the sensation of suffocating heat and the smell of burnt things, along with feeling unable to move. « Neianth's talked to her about it, but... she's stubborn. » « But she can't hear dragons, can she? Other than you? » Jorrth is sure he's heard about people like that somewhere, but he can't find the exact conversation in his memory. He muses on it a bit, retreating more into his own mind before shifting his shaggy wings. « We were made to control fire. Maybe just make sure she doesn't have to be around all of us trying it at once. That just seems like a bad idea anyway, for the first times. » « No. » Akluseth rumbles. « Well... not that I know of, she does eavesdrop on me sometimes. Feels funny and makes my nose twitch. » His tail twitches again, « Might not be a bad idea. » Weighing out the blue's advice. « Control is not a thing I'm good at. I try to focus, but ... » Oh look is that a wing flying in formation? Jorrth has never flamed before, and the unknown makes him hesitate, with very much the sense of something on the tip of his mental tongue, something he wrestles with. The wait ends eventually; he goes for it. « We should flame together. The first couple of times. » Decision made, there's confidence behind those words. « She can stand with T'mic. He's good at things like this. And we can work on control. » Jorrth expects he'll figure it out quickly. Akluseth rumbles approvingly of the thought. « T'mic would be willing to help? He hasn't made it onto the list of people I am not supposed to ask for help yet! » His tail twitches more as the brown grows more excited. « This could work! » « T'mic is always willing to help, » Jorrth says. The pride is there. Truth, too. « We'll talk to Olveraeth about it. Make sure he knows. Then it will happen, if he knows. » The faith in the weyrlingmaster's dragon is nearly as unwavering as that in his rider. The brown's tail swishes, « Sounds like a plan. Hopefully, she will have at least talked to Oliverath's before then, but if not. She had fair warning. » Still the dance of silvery bubbles and leap of ship fish accompanies the young brown's elation at the idea. « You are the best Jorrth! » « That is what we want to be, » Jorrth answers, amusement and self-satisfaction both well-represented. It's a good day so far. « I better get going before grumpy gets grumpier. » Because somewhere there is a girl on a ledge cursing mentally at her dragon. As Akluseth launches off he again trumpets his thanks. Good day indeed! |
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