Logs:Improvements
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| RL Date: 23 September, 2014 |
| Who: G'laer, H'kon, Y'rel |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Teisyth's improvements are noted by Alpine's leadership. |
| Where: Western Bowl, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 19, Month 11, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: A layer of gray clouds covers the sky. The air feels cool and damp, but there is no rainfall today. |
| Mentions: A'rist/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions, Rh'mis/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated! |
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| Western Bowl, High Reaches Weyr The bowl's vast dirt floor extends in a rough oval from west to east, only sparse clumps of grass surviving between the crisscrossed pathways of daily traffic. To the northwest stand massive gates to the world beyond, allowing people, livestock, and tithes to pass beneath some of the seven jagged spires that stand sentinel over that area of the bowl. In late afternoons, their spindly, fingerlike shadows stretch over that end of the bowl all the way to the living cavern's hulking brass doors in the far north. Eastward, the bowl sprawls on toward the lake, sloping slightly downward to allow runoff from rain and snowmelt, but to the south it's caged by more cliffs of dark, rough-cut granite. Rocks poke up from the ground here, a few large boulders and many smaller outcroppings worn smooth in spots by time and use. A few ground weyr entrances dot the wall, the most frequented ledge set up like a patio while the largest ledge services the Weyrleaders' complex, directly beside the huge entrance to the hatching sands. A more human-sized entrance, left of that, leads to the galleries. A layer of gray clouds covers the sky. The air feels cool and damp, but there is no rainfall today.
At the beginning of month ten, however, there was a stride toward better. Much better. Like someone finally taught her some of the lessons she really should have learned better while still a weyrling but somehow didn't, or perhaps forgot since. It might've been a hiccup, but by the beginning of the next month, the green showed marked improvement, a steady build toward finally, finally being a proper wingrider. When Teisyth lands, neatly, after today's drills, she has earned some soft words of approval from G'laer. The simple formations that once proved so problematic for her seem to be now as simple as the complex ones always were. She did so well that G'laer is stroking under her chin, right here, in the bowl. PDA alert! More frequently, H'kon and Y'rel exchange only brief looks before going off to discuss whatever warrants discussion with their wingriders. Today, it's been an extended conversation, one in which even Arekoth and Kavith seem to be involved. It leaves H'kon pensive, when they've finished, peering at his dragon, who peers right back. It's the wingleader's bronze who reaches for Teisyth with, « Hold on, there, » and is, in fact, Y'rel whose long stride sets him in the direction of the green and her rider. The way Teisyth freezes is comical (as are many of her ways with other things). Her lids, which had begun to droop in the rare pleasure she was indulging in, fly open and her head pulls abruptly away from G'laer's hand. Did they see? Do they know? The secret of the chin scratch? It's not quite an audible thought in knee-jerk response to Kavith's instruction but the sense of it is there as her mind backfires. It's G'laer's stare as he follows her head up away from him that helps assert some kind of order to her suddenly jumbled thoughts and has her answering, « Absotootinlutely, Kavith, sir! » Maybe he won't notice her peek down to G'laer to make sure that was okay. His brows lift incrementally at his lifemate before he turns to assume a position of attention to await his wingleader, the salute coming easily to him, still a touch more guardlike than not, but better than a lot of the sloppy casual ones delivered by some of the riders of less militant mindsets. Y'rel's own salute has gotten a bit smarter, since H'kon has taken over as wingsecond. The same might be said for those Alpine riders who were more casual in the display themselves. It's that smarter salute - not quite crisp as a winter morning, but smarter than before - that returns G'laer's. "She's doing better." It's conversational, but to the point. Y'rel very much as the look of a man who would like somewhere to lean, but Teisyth gets a glance only, and after a moment, the bronzerider is content to widen his stance, and settled to rocking back on his heels a bit. "Yes, sir." G'laer's answer is matter-of-fact, not cocky. Perhaps the stoic greenrider would leave it at that, but this is his wingleader who's talking to him and since the tone suggests conversational, he adds, "A friend of hers has taken an interest in assisting her. It's helped." A lot, actually, with focus more than anything; she's always been capable just too distractible for her own good. Speaking of focus, Teisyth's whirling eyes are on the wingleader, that look, and what must be G'laer's interpretation of it has the green shuffling just slightly to make her boxy bulk that much more inviting. G'head, have a lean, it's nice! Y'rel cracks a smile, turning it from G'laer up to Teisyth - Teisyth, whose offer is not taken, though the wingleader does rock back and forth on his feet - and then back to the rider. "Whatever works." The shrug is affable. For her efforts, Teisyth does get a quick few pats to the leg before Y'rel up and leaves. That's, apparently, all he had to say. H'kon has been watching the bronzerider, even as he takes leave of Arekoth's side, walking past those few riders still present. Arekoth has little patience, after a few limping steps, and takes to the wing again. Here's hoping all in his vicinity ducked. Teisyth's situational awareness is pretty good, what with having lovable brothers like Lythronath and Rosvelth around. The issue isn't noticing the maneuver, it's reacting appropriately. Arekoth meant for her to immediately launch after him and follow, right? That's obviously why he came so low over her head. G'laer is still ducking when he sighs, twisting to let his eyes follow his dragon. Telling her she wasn't formally dismissed probably doesn't do any good, but he almost certainly tells her as he straightens because she seems to hesitate mid-air...before continuing her playful pursuit which seems less designed to tag as it does to tag-along. Arekoth probably had somewhere in mind, originally. Now, now that he has a Teisyth, now he's testing that interest she's taken in him, first making it a slow veer to take them partway around the bowl, then adding sine-curve variations to the altitude. How closely will she follow? H'kon glances up, pausing right near G'laer, watching with that usual Face of his, not overly readable. Is there anything so natural as following one's wingsecond? (Well, after one's wingleader, or one's weyrleader's bronze or queen.) Teisyth is delighted to follow Arekoth, keeping as close as she safely might. It's easy, should the brown care to touch her mind, to see that she's busily mentally drawing pictures on his hide, angling to stay in steady enough course behind him that the mental images (flowers, rainbows, wherries with lots of blood, etc.) don't shift overmuch from their original placements. She's focused, if not entirely on the flight, but on him and her position relative to him; this might explain her improvement in drills. It's a new game! It's a game she'll continue as they fly along as he tests her and she plays. H'kon and G'laer are riveting conversationalists, which is to say, few if any words pass between them before they're heading inside to go about their days. |
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