Logs:Frayed Ribbons
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| RL Date: 23 August, 2011 |
| Who: Sedark, Tsaheyluth, Unknown |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Tsaheyluth goes searching for the voice again, this time without leaving his ledge. |
| Where: Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 27, Month 7, Turn 26 (Interval 10) |
| A dark, lush jungle is rich with nighttime creatures, lizards under dripping leaves and nocturnal hunteres prowling through the trees. Even the plants glow with an odd sentience, the curiosity and of Tsaheyluth's mind as he casts about, trying to find a certain mind in this rich landscape. A tattered and faded ribbon hangs from one branch, waving in the wind: an invitation. « I know you're out there, » He calls, sending ripples over a still pond. « Are you all right? » The blue's voice has an edge of concern to it, not just the demands of an impatient young blue. « Answer me! » (Tsaheyluth to Unknown) For a long while, there's no response; absolutely nothing to suggest that there's anyone out there at all, just the chill of the wind and the whirl of thermal currents, the landscape below as unchanged as ever. Full minutes later, there's the sense of something investigating the ribbon; the feel of something brushing along its frayed edges without committing to anything at all. Just that pressure, the idea of a presence that could be glimpsed out of the corner of the eye and gone in less than a moment. (Unknown to Tsaheyluth) Between each call there's a pause, filled only by the whirring of midnight insects and the felines' growls. Soon those noises still as well, Tsey's mind settling into a meditative state as he waits. Only the whistling breeze through the branches and the dripping of dew from phosphorescent flora can be heard, the crystalline pool splashing waves methodically, soothingly. It's all he can do to stay silent, nearly all noise ceasing as he focuses on that ribbon. The voice will come. It has to come. Imbued with some of the life energy around it, the ribbon glows and heals, frayed edges becoming whole, colors melting easily into one another where once they were faded by the elements. « ... » An inhale, his mental touch, but no words. Not this time. (Tsaheyluth to Unknown) Quiet invites further progress and for the presence to linger longer, settling down beneath a tree, observing the ribbon as it regenerates and heals; leaning closer and closer until, « Hello? » Far less cocky this time, the feminine voice re-establishes contact proper by transforming the rest of the ribbon herself, back to health and brightness, the glow of the rainbow threaded through it once more. Where it ends is no longer visible, her mind lurking at its finish, keeping it anchored. « You're the young one. » (Unknown to Tsaheyluth) Its end may be mysterious, but the branches of Tsaheyluth's mind have secured 'his' end of the ribbon tightly in those trapping branches. Just the memory of the voice is enough to invoke that image, and when she returns - if it is indeed the same 'she,' the landscape brightens all at once. Plants come to life with their glow and a soft rain falls, even the earth breathes a sigh of relief. Life moves gently through the shadows, of which there are few. « I am older every day, » He tells the voice proudly, moonbeams filtering down to drown out any hiding places. He wants to see everything, learn all he can before the contact is broken. For all his memory faults, he remembers the sudden parting and is uneasy at the thought. « It's Tsaheyluth. You remember me? » More gently, trying to coax her out. (Tsaheyluth to Unknown) A faint chuckle, the ribbon fluttering, and some of her confidence returns. « As are we all, » she responds, connection trailing off into the undergrowth somewhere, her presence hidden in what darkness she can locate. « You are Tsaheyluth and I remember, » she confirms, though it's clear that her memory is somewhat patchy about more beyond his name and the fact that he is the younger of the pair of them. A low rustle; the sense of something shifting uneasily in its hiding place and she asks, « Why have you come back? » /She/ is glad, says the sudden tug on the end of the ribbon to make sure he's still there, but someone else might not be. (Unknown to Tsaheyluth) More confident himself that the life and light of his mind won't spook her off, Tsaheyluth lets a flurry of bright-winged birds into the night sky, exuberant to have found his friend. « I came back to find you, » He replies honestly. « .. what can I call you? » The question is halting, a small bit of shyness - or is it politeness? - preventing him from asking those roaring, demanding questions. He doesn't miss the noise, attention turning briefly to where something hides in the undergrowth, the kittenish focus of a playful hunter. No harm intended. « I tried going back. Before. But you weren't there. » A real image this time, skies over a rocky plain from high, high in the clouds. « You are everywhere? » (Tsaheyluth to Unknown)
« I am home. » Tsaheyluth's mind wanders to the stars above, tracing their connections and rotations with awe. Realizing his own serenity is fading the link, he reluctantly falls back into himself, sharing instead the solid feeling of the ledge under his body, the flutelike whistling of a strong wind picking up through gaps in the stone, the dizzying view from his personal sanctuary. Moonlight plays over the metallic veins of ore in the stone, shared for their intricate patterns and silvery beauty. « I would not go without Seze. » (Tsaheyluth to Unknown) Calm is interpreted as determination to stay or root around further, agitation beginning to creep in and create that same rustling again, building and building as through preparing to bolt from hiding and away. For a few seconds at least, she manages to find a steadiness in the stars' light and keep her quiet voice from trembling when she insists, « I must go and so must you. It takes a great deal of effort to watch and not hunt them, but I must. » The implication being that her interaction with Tsaheyluth is wearing away the willpower to do as she's bid. Before she can round them up, little herdbeasts of every colour of the rainbow go prancing along the ribbon's edge, flickering in and out of existence. « I should not have... » And then she's gone, the ribbon snapped suddenly as she bolts away back into darkness. (Unknown to Tsaheyluth) |
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