Logs:In Seven Hours
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| RL Date: 25 October, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Jocelyn |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: As Rukbat rises post-hatching, one full rider and one new one talk briefly. |
| Where: Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 5, Month 2, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Farideh/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, Pia/Mentions |
| Rukbat is just beginning to peak over the edge of the bowl, the light emphasising the ripples in Akluseth's wing sails as he slows in his lope across the bowl catching up to his rider who has a paper wrapped parcel under an arm. "Slow down you big oaf, they just hatched and are probably all still sleeping, or did you forget what it was like for you at that age." The brownrider probably not aware enough of anyone else in the bowl to keep the conversation strictly an unspoken one. A small green face peeks from within her flight jacket chirping before the firelizard disappears again into the warmth. It's only been seven or so hours since the hatching concluded. Newborns do a lot of sleeping, but they also do a lot of eating every few hours and there's plenty of digestive aftermath. With circles under her eyes and a weariness to the way she steps out of the barracks, Jocelyn takes just enough steps away from the entrance to lean against the nearest patch of caldera wall, eyes more blue than gray lifting to the dawn. In her wake, Aidavanth shuffles outside, leaning freshly oiled hide against the redhead's leg with a pleased swirl of her own, blue eyes. She's taking in her first dawn, her first view of the bowl, her first view of Akluseth once he gets near enough. It's to be a short sojourn, this first glimpse of the world, but one that seems to please the curious infant nonetheless. Sight of the small gold and rider has the brown stretching his muzzle to the ground to get a better look, huffing a steamy breath into the air. His touch is the barest of sea breezes, in gentle greeting. Edyis, on the other hand, can't help but let a little of her sadistic grin show spotting those dark circles. "Still don't regret it?" Her teeth flashing in an unrepentant grin. "I suppose condolences are in order, but she is quite a lovely little thing isn't she?" Aidavanth's focus shifts to hone on that brown muzzle coming down within reach; careful steps take her a little bit closer, enough to let her tilt a look up at that darker head (so big!) and return his greeting with a curious, warm one of her own. Jocelyn, head tipped back against the wall, straightens once she's aware that they're there. It takes a moment for her to answer Edyis, a little inhale-exhale puff of breath that's followed by a simple, "I can't." Not anymore. It's a tired, if fond glance she has for the little dragon, so small in contrast to the one so grown. "Brilliant, " she agrees certainly. "She's - " And her hands spread in a helpless gesture. How do you describe finding someone like this? Akluseth settles on his haunches and plops down carefully. That's the polite thing to do right? His « Did ya get enough to eat? » is a gentle lap of waves, the full force of his thoughts held back so as not to overwhelm the poor tyke. Edyis smiles knowingly at the helpless gesture, shaking her head as she eyes her brown and the little one. "I imagine you'll have an easier time than Farideh did, with both her and Irianke to lean on at least." The former scribe notes shifting the parcel under her arm. "I don't suppose it's sunk in yet, has it?" « I thought I did, but I'm always hungry again such a short time after. » It's accompanied by the faintly echoed sensation of waking, ravenous, before it resolves into sated warmth. Jocelyn's mouth works soundlessly for a moment, dropping open and promptly closing again. "I imagine, " wry, "it'll be a rougher road if I don't find a way to have an easier time of it." Again, pale eyes fall to burnished headknobs, brow creasing faintly. As for if it's quite hit her yet? "Yes. And - no." There will be plenty more of that in the coming days. "Well there's nothing wrong with learning things, and people the hard way I suppose." A hand lifting to rub at the back of her neck as she studies the newly minted goldrider thoughtfully. "You don't look forward to working with them?" She wonders then, perhaps trying to guess at Jocelyn's goldfish impression. "You'll have a harder road than most regardless, but we all figure it out, eventually. At least that's what they keep telling me." The last wry, and a glance is tossed in the direction of the barracks. "It's a disaster zone in there isn't it?" Untucking the package from under her arm with a sort of grim determination. "I've been working with them, " but Jocelyn's defense falls short into a frustrated exhale, proving that no, some things haven't quite sunken all the way in yet. "It's going to be different, now, isn't it." That's more matter-of-fact statement than question, followed by a wistful glance in the direction of the lower caverns. "It isn't neat, " in reply to the brownrider's query about the state of the barracks, "but I think I'd be more surprised if it wasn't at this point. I - " A pause, then, as she automatically shifts her attention to little Aidavanth, who's taken the few steps necessary to lean back against her leg, just so. "I think she's getting sleepy again. Or maybe that's me. Us." A hand lifts to rub briefly at eyes still tired, still faintly red. Edyis nods wordlessly, her smile is a much gentler thing at Jocelyn's statement even as she follows that glance to the caverns. There's a purse of her lips and a nod, shifting the parcel. "Meant to deliver this to Pia, but I admit I'm still a little intimidated by the weyrling staff." Her smile going just a touch crooked. "Get your sleep while you can, and when she lets you. Hopefully, she's more sedate than that oaf." Tipping her chin at her lifemate who snorts indignantly. Gently, her hand drops to nudge along the little dragon's head, a brush of fingertips against the spot between her headknobs. "You're not removed enough yet, even still?" Jocelyn's question could sound incredulous, bordering on impolite, but her tone tells a different story: she's simply baffled, even curious. It'll have to wait for later, that further discussion of post-weyrlinghood, because Aidavanth's lids are starting to blink, croon heavy. "Back inside with you, " her partner mutters, lifting her free hand in farewell to Edyis and Akluseth. "She sleeps deeply, thus far, " are her parting words before the pair disappear back into the weyrling barracks. |
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