Logs:In The Fog
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| RL Date: 9 November, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Pia |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Two dragons, two riders. In the fog. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 24, Month 3, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: C'ris/Mentions, Jocelyn/Mentions, Silva/Mentions, Z'kiel/Mentions |
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| Luminous eyes flickering with blues and greens and the ocasional twinge of Yellow peer through the fog that has settled in the weyrbowl. Rukbat's rays strain to cut through the mist, even as the orb hangs heavy with the promise of dusk looming. He can be seen in parts through the fog, a wing here, a twitch of the tail there. His rider is nearby, walking alongside the brown near the water's edge. Luishaeth is bigger, now. Big enough to catch her own food, and big enough to walk further, if not yet fly. She likes the fog; she likes the mystery of it, disappearing into its depths as it swirls about her, and her rider alongside. If she intends to hide, however, she's got another thing coming, for Pia's chirpy voice carries-- even if it's difficult to tell from which direction it comes. "I'll show you the ocean as soon as I can. You'll like that better than the lake, I think. It's much, much bigger, and full of things that are much more fun." Akluseth is an eavesdropper, or maybe not. His echoing rumble serves as greeting as he shares thoughts of beaches warm and distant, sands gold and white and black, and waters teeming with creatures yet to be discovered. Edyis herself finds a smile coming over her face as she recognizes that chittery tone. A wing sets the fog to swirling, and there's a throaty laugh. "Is she fond of the water too?" Looking about for the former Journeyman. No, no, no; Luishaeth's not interested in much of what Akluseth shares, and in return, she offers something she sees as better: dark, deeper waters, their secrets hidden or lost. Murky. Creepy. "She loves it!" comes Pia's cheery reply as the weyrling attempts to hunt Edyis down in the fog-- she may only even know it is Edyis because of her dragon, but no matter. "But not the lake so much, not really. It's too quiet for her." Shapes in the deep, dark uncertain things that move and occasionally glow eerily. Akluseth can work with that. Sort of. Privately he informs his rider, « The creep factor is strong with this one, with the whole batch. » Edyis laughs at something shared by her dragon, "Just wait until she's in the air, and you aren't bound to the weyr all the time." Moving in the greenrider's direction. "I forget how quickly they grow when you aren't the one dealing with a baby dragon. How have you been fairing so far? Made any new friends? Enemies? Or discovered who wins the title of local grump?" Dark eyes glittering in amusement. Luishaeth is pleased, though it's difficult to discern that; that would be telling. Instead, she satisfies herself with continuing through the fog, pawing at the still-icy lake as she approaches it. « I wonder, does it all freeze beneath? Does it all live. » Perhaps it does. Perhaps not. Schrodinger's lake. "I'm good," promises Pia, truthfully. "Honestly, it's all fine, really. I don't even mind the classes, and now that she can feed herself... I think I have it easy. And even Jocelyn seems nicer." Akluseth shares a memory of falling through thinner ice, more recently. « It would have to get much colder. I think. » The question of if it is all living is perhaps more philosophical than the poor brown can handle. Edyis smiles at the mention of the young goldrider. "She is a little on the taciturn side, who knows she may warm up a little more under her lifemate's influence. She seems more approachable than I remember her being." Easy, has the brownrider grinning, "Nothing gets you down does it?" « Yes, » agrees Luishaeth. « Not here. But somewhere. Where it is colder. » She's interested in these possibilities, but allows herself to be drawn away from that musing to consider Akluseth himself. « It would be interesting, » is what she says. « I will be interested to see. » "Get me down?" The very idea is surprising to Pia, who promptly laughs. "Why should I be down? I got what I wanted. It's hard work, and maybe not exactly what I expected, but it's-- she's everything." The thought intrigues the brown, and he shares images of Nabol's mountains coated in thick layers of snow, of trecks a little further north. « Perhaps it does, I know the fish look different in colder places. » Or maybe he borrows that knowledge from his rider. Edyis grins, "I'm glad you settled in so well, I admit I was a little worried, with you already having your journeyman's knot, but I see I was worried over nothing." She seems a touch thoughtful then, "Do you have everything you need so far?" « I will find out, » decides Luishaeth, determined. Alas, it means the lake holds far less interest for her, now; why have this lake when she could have a better one? « As soon as they allow me. Do you realise that they don't believe I should be in the air, yet? » Ridiculous! "Oh," says Pia, abruptly. "I can't believe I forgot and didn't say anything! You must think me horribly rude. I had to say: your gift! They're perfect. I was so excited I woke up the weyrling in the couch next to me." Edyis laughs, "That's not what I meant, but I'm glad they fit. They were the ones C'ris found for me, I have a few sets now for different purposes, but I know how hard it was finding ones that fit and didn't smell like dragon dung. There are other things, though, I had an ointment that worked wonders for aching muscles, that I still use." Akluseth snorts. « It does sound ridiculous, I bet you'd look quite lovely up in the air, exploring the world far and wide. » It is entirely possible Edyis isn't eavesdropping otherwise she'd probably look utterly horrified at this moment. Nonetheless, Pia's eyes shine. "You and I are about the same size, so it makes sense. And I like it... the sense of history. From you to me. Perhaps I'll be able to pass them on to someone else, later, too. I just can't wait to have reason to wear them, properly. I might need some of that ointment, too... I'm not really used to this much physical activity!" And yet, it doesn't seem to have slowed her down. Luishaeth is about as amused as Edyis would be; frankly, she seems Utterly Unimpressed. « No, » she says. « None of that. What do you think I am, some creature to be flattered out of the sky? No. » Akluseth chuffs, « Flattery is only flattery if it isn't true. And you'd have to be in the sky first to get flattered out of it. » Boy logic for you perhaps, or maybe he's just smarting from the rebuke. Edyis seems to be in a better mood as she laughs, "I hope you do, I'm very happy that Akluseth decided to search you and some day I hope you will get to enjoy the same feeling if one of Luishaeth's picks impresses." There's a soft grin, "The best part will be when you have your own space, though the air was fun too. What do you think of the other weyrlings so far?" « Hush, » chides Luishaeth, still bothered. « I'm not interested in hearing this, Akluseth, thank you very much. Save it for someone who cares. » Pia wiggles, rising up onto her toes in the fog, clearly delighted by the very idea of one day having searchees of her own. "Oh, I hope so," she declares, firmly. And of her fellow weyrlings? "Most of them are really nice," she insists, true or not. "Silva's struggling a lot, but she's sweet. And L'ton..." She could go on. Instead, "I still don't really like living in the barracks, though. It was better when there were fewer of us, but I don't really mind." He must be in a mood, now. « I wasn't even flirting. » He mutters to his rider, before he spreads his wings and with a few showy pumps of his muscles and a powerful leap, he's in the air. There may even be a sense of the lythronian HAHA. Involved in the brown's departure. "I don't think I've had a chance to meet L'ton, he's another of the bronze riders right?" She can't help but giggle at Silva's name. "I figured she'd have trouble, she reminds me of one of my clutchmates, Yesia though Yesia mellowed out quite a bit as Aeaeth got older. I think Z'kiel was naked frequently which was disconcerting for some during candidacy. I could be misremembering that, though." The brownrider grins, "Let me know when you get assigned your weyr, and I'll bring you a weyr warming gift." It may even be something other than alcohol. Possibly. "Your green," Edyis finds herself giggling, "I don't think I've come across anyone who has managed to irritate Akluseth quite that much, it is marvelous." « You were. » Luishaeth's tone is accusatory, and she won't even let irritation at the fact that he can fly and she cannot get in the way of that. Tail curled about herself, now, she's not sulking, but she's certainly grumpy-- grumpier, anyway, than her usual state of quiet moodiness. Pia's gaze follows Akluseth up through the fog, but she's still listening, all the way to the end of Edyis' recitation. "Is it? I don't know why she's so mean, sometimes. She doesn't need to be, so it's like she just does it because she can." Pia, plainly, can't even begin to grasp it. « You are way too young for that sort of talk. » The brown's watery tenor lilts, full of silvery bubbles which might indicate laughter as he takes full advantage of the sky above. Edyis just laughs, "They are like that, though, all quite different. Akluseth's a giant goofball, but he loves being around other dragons. He just doesn't think things through. I'm sure your cheerfulness balances out her grumpiness though." « You're only as young as you think you, » Luishaeth declares, tartly. Her wings furl about herself, then extend-- but she's not actually intending to fly (probably). "Maybe," agrees Pia, with a smile that is at least a little uncertain. "Anyway, she's amazing, so it's not like it matters. We fit together, even in all the ways that we don't." Beat. "Lui-- no, don't even-- I should probably take her inside." The brown isn't paying attention, or if he is listening it doesn't show. He's up on the rim, settled in with an older blue buddy and a few others. Edyis frowns as she watches those wings furl and unfurl. "I'm sorry, he got her riled up." The expression genuinely apologetic. "I'll catch you around later then." And she's off, likely to give a lecture about taunting small children. |
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