Logs:Foreseen
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| RL Date: 25 October, 2015 |
| Who: Z'kiel, Ahtzudaeth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Ahtzudaeth is satisfied with his soothsaying abilities. Z'kiel, not so much. |
| Where: Galleries, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 2, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Ellerey/Mentions, Faryn/Mentions, Jocelyn/Mentions, Torlynna/Mentions |
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| He was busy the night before. Ivory cording. Beads. Paper. Ink. Z'kiel sucked his teeth and made the bracelets, mindful to keep his thoughts clear. Hopeful. Full of good tidings. It was hard - but Ahtzudaeth insisted. Three bracelets. Three notes. Three Candidates. Are you sure? « Trust me. » He trusted - and Ahtzudaeth proved trustworthy. Z'kiel sat as close to the front as he could, shoulders rolled forward. Brazen hummed away in his nest of scarves; Ahtzudaeth hummed away from his perch. The bronzerider tugged a necklace out from under his shirt and ran his thumb over the beads there; three beads, for now. Three. Ahtzudaeth had picked the beads out, had insisted on keeping a record. Spinnerwebbed purple glass. Cracked silver. Amber with something inside. Jocelyn. Torlynna. Ellerey. He sucked his teeth and rubbed the beads and watched with breath that was more often held than not. There were the three - and one more. He watched her more than the others, his forehead knitted up tight. There was no bead nor bracelet for her - but there should have been. « The order is wrong, » Ahtzudaeth mused absently. Z'kiel caught himself rubbing at the bridge of his nose. Does it matter? « It might. » A beat. « It might not. » Enigmatic murmurings drifted, flecks of dust mingling with motes of light that danced and shimmer with anticipation and possibilities. With hope. Torlynna first. Then Jocelyn. Ellerey. How...? But the bronze offered no more than a good-natured chuckle and a flicker of light. Torlynna. Jocelyn. Ellerey. But not- no. While Ahtzudaeth's thoughts swirled with satisfaction, Z'kiel's twisted. He looked from the broken shells to those Candidates that remained. His jaw tightened for just a moment - and then he pushed to his feet. Ahtzudaeth asked no questions - which suited him just fine. Z'kiel wasn't in a mood to tell him to go fuck himself. Not when there was someone else he needed to talk to. |
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Squishy (20:53, 25 October 2015 (PDT)) said...
I love these insights.
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