Logs:Introductions
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| RL Date: 22 March, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, N'hax |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Shani and N'hax have never met. That is corrected. They talk about their dragons and possibly, other things. It's hard to tell. (Also, he wants Quinlys to have his babies~) |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 22, Month 4, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: H'kon/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions |
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| It's fairly amazing how quickly baby dragons grow. It's all wings, or at least, that's what Jhorinth makes it appear: the bronzelet is standing on the soft silty soil, stretching his wings upwards and outwards, his shoulders rolling forwards one after the other in deliberate manner. Dragon yoga? N'hax stands beside him, and just off to a side, grey eyes critically assessing the leading edge of wingsail, fingers lifting above his head to flex wing-spar, hovering a rough foot higher than he stands in height. Iesaryth is in the air more often than not of late, quite contrary to her usual indolence, another sun in the clear skies above High Reaches today, high enough to be little more than a dot. She circles above the spires, darts away now and again, always to come back though - apparently loathe to go too far without her rider. Her rider seems loathe to go too far from the Weyr herself, but Aishani is quite visible despite any gossip she might start or conversations she might stop on entering a room; today, she's just another of the people taking advantage of decent weather for a lakeside stroll. Just another of them, but for being tall, dark and terribly sober, richly dressed, a liar. You know. It's Jhorinth that catches her attention before the weyrling, but they're in the same direction; she stops not-too-far-off to watch, still silent, dark gaze oddly warm. It's only fitting, then, for Iesaryth's scion to pose in such a manner, wings yearning towards the sky; even if Jhorinth is a bit oblivious to her up there. He's more focused upon his lifemate, and then the woman just there. N'hax's attention swivels over a shoulder at unvoiced alert from his ever-watchful lifemate, and the hand not checking at the tension of wings-held-up sketches something much more like a wave than a salute. His "Weyrwoman," is pitched in tones both neutral and pleasant enough, a bit distracted by whatever-it-is that he's doing. Jhorinth seems rather more interested in watching her than N'hax, to the point that he goes to fold his wings back over his back -- this action comes close to taking out one of N'hax's eyes, and in fact comes part-and-parcel with a light whump and a muffled curse -- and move to approach the tall woman, a whuffle of interest given once he's close enough. (Over there, N'hax is still rubbing at his temple with the heel of his palm, expression wry.) It's not as if the queen can really spot her still-small progeny from so high above, for all that she's present at the edges of their consciousness. But Aishani can look for her, sliding hands into pockets, a faint smile playing about her lips. She nods for N'hax's greeting, not overly concerned with formalities, but she's likewise distracted by his lifemate and the attention he has on her in return. She's about to respond even so, breath taken - but then there's the whole almost getting taken out by his own dragon thing - and though she doesn't laugh or even so much as smile, it's there in brightening dark eyes when she looks over to the former Smith, holding out her hand to Jhorinth for sniffing, nuzzling, etcetera. "Weyrling." A pause. "I didn't see anything. It's sort of a theme for your class." Jhorinth attends that hand to whuffle lightly, then bypasses such obvious polite gestures to circle Aishani in a surprisingly liquid movement from such a young dragon, sniffing at the back of a calf, an elbow, her hair. It's a thorough inspection. N'hax has recovered, and moves to join his lifemate and the weyrwoman with amusement writ on broad features. "Thank you, ma'am," he states, easily enough; he's not one to be easily discomfited. "I appreciate it. He says," by the way, "Your hair smells very nice." His smile is crooked, eyes upon his quite-serious lifemate, who has now taken an interest in the specifics of Aishani's shoes. Only bemused by the inspection, Aishani will stand still for it with patience that... is not really said to be her thing. Maybe she's in a good mood, or maybe there's a certain amount of leeway that Iesaryth's get are allowed. With a shrug N'hax's way, before looking down to see what's so interesting about her toes, she says soberly, "We shall never speak of it again." As if it's a blood pact or something. Arching a fine brow down at Jhorinth, she turns that up to his rider with a slight smile, "Does he." It's not quite skeptical, but it's a near thing. Even so, "We never met, did we. I suppose that actually saves time and apologies, yes?" Jhorinth is done, after a moment, and returns to N'hax's side, curling around his lifemate in an unconscious gesture of possession that's rather ridiculously obvious (and maybe ridiculously cute). The man disregards accidents and scents in lieu of the latter strain of conversation - though there's perhaps a note of amusement in that selfsame smile given for the bronze's observation regaring the hedonics of Aishani's shampoo. "I don't believe we have," to the last: a hint of apology. "Easily remedied." He steps over his lifemate's tail without looking, as aware of the space that Jhorinth occupies as that he himself does; a hand is offered to shake. "I'm N'hax, of Jhorinth and High Reaches. So nice to meet you..." His prompt isn't subtle, and there is a certain irony to that last bit. If Aishani finds anything about Jhorinth cute, she limits it to a moment of unusual warmth in both dark eyes and tone as she watches the bronze with sharp interest and notes, "I'm sure they'll be flying in no time." It's wistful, reminiscent, amused - but then she blinks out of that, waving off any note of apology she might pick up with a slender hand; the one she takes the weyrling's larger one in firmly. There's a smirk up at N'hax after he introduces himself, at that so-subtle prompt, but gamely, in regal tones, "Aishani, Iesaryth's and Weyrwoman of High Reaches. Acting Weyrwoman, as I'm sure some would remind me." A pause, in which she fails to essay a questioning look, see where he stands - she just offers, after, "Congratulations." "Hmmmm." The only hummed reply to the thought of flying: it's only been three sevens! Grey eyes aren't afraid of being direct, and so they are; even, steady regard remains on Aishani as she introduces herself. "Well-met, Aishani. My regards to your Iesaryth." He's tactful and so devotedly politic; he doesn't have a tic for the 'acting' statement, for or against. "Thank you," moving on naturally. "Jhorinth is a handful, but he doesn't seem as bad as some of the others." He squints over to his lifemate, thoughtful. "Was Iesaryth terribly difficult as a baby?" He's curious. Only so short a time, but no doubt even that's moved quickly for her, even how big the bronze is right now might be a surprise to the goldrider. Aishani's still smirking; it might widen a touch for how tactful N'hax seems to be. Sliding hands into her pockets, turning her attention back to Jhorinth, she seems used to being observed, watched, ignoring it entirely. "What precisely makes him a 'handful'? Everyone's definition is different, I think." With a laugh, she softens into a wry smile for the question, giving the man a sidelong glance. "Iesaryth was never a baby. She was just small. So... in her way." "Oh, he's just... headstrong, I suppose. Says what's on his mind." All. The. Time. The look on N'hax's face makes it obvious that this is something of an understatement, and contrasts well with the former-Smith's typical sobriety in dealing with others (that he isn't familiar with, anyhow). "Has an opinion about everything." EVERYTHING. He shakes his head again, and slides a glance over to Aishani; so thoughtful, so very thoughtful for the comment on Iesaryth's youth or lack thereof - possibly moreso than the comment rates at first glance. "Must have been... graceful." With an arch of fine brows, turning to look up at the weyrling more fully - the weyrling that's definitely a few turns older than her - Aishani asks, "And you find this a problem? I can see one being an issue, if he says what's on his mind to everyone. But having an opinion... I'd expect most everyone does. Whether they state it or not..." She trails off, shrugs. And nothing the goldrider says seems to be entirely simple, so N'hax's thought on the matter might not be entirely out of place, though - as before - she seems quite unaware of it. Shaking her head, smiling faintly, "Not so much that as... she knew everything right away, or how to find it, take it. She's smarter than I am. Than most people I know." "Obviously I don't expect him to be a crude simalcrum of my own views," N'hax, dryly amused; a glimmer of a smile following the words. "Everyone has opinions, but he is so very obviously a baby." There isn't judgment there; simply stating a fact. Jhorinth doesn't seem bothered by the statement, either, approaching his lifemate with a bump of nose to hand in affectionate nearness. "He doesn't know, yet," he rephrases himself, "That there are times to state what you feel and there are times to stay silent. Discernment is key, isn't it?" Layers and layers. Regarding the gold, "She sounds lovely." "Some people do, I think. Initially. Are you very different? I don't know enough to judge." Shani's attention strays to Jhorinth briefly as he comes over to his rider again, then off down the lakeshore, eyes narrowing against the afternoon light. Grinning, "Are you saying his opinions are underdeveloped, then? And... discernment is important, I suppose, with us, amongst people. But between you and him?" She looks back to N'hax, brows lifted again. "Not the same." Her head tilts up, gaze lifted skyward to pick out Iesaryth above. "Lovely and terrifying, like the ocean. Has he not told you? Showed you?" "Well, Quinlys and Olveraeth were display enough to mark all the difference that can exist between dragon and rider, for me." There's a hint of a smile, there, something remembered. N'hax shakes his head, gently, and laughs abruptly at the word 'underdeveloped'. "Oh, no, not -- not that. His opinions are quite developed. He just needs to..." He raises a hand, waves off Aishani's words about between-you-and-him; "Oh no, not that, not ever." The sudden quiet intensity of that last word is all the more surprising by the laid-back nature of his words before. "Sorry. I-- no. Discernment between him and others." Jhorinth rubs at his jaw on one of the leather pulls of N'hax's boots, seemingly bored with this conversation about his lack of refinement. N'hax eyes the top of those shiny, tall headknobs; "I felt a touch of it, before. Iesaryth's--" He pauses to pick the right word, and not the first to come to mind; "--depth." He doesn't seem concerned with the fact that 'terrifying' coincides with 'lovely'. "Quinlys." Aishani has her own faint smile for the new Weyrlingmaster's name. "I'm sure she's doing well by all of you." When she brings her gaze back down to earth, looking between Jhorinth and N'hax, she listens seriously, as if she's actually interested in understanding. Smiling slowly, slightly, "I imagine that's something you can help him with. Iesaryth has always been very circumspect, fortunately." A beat. "Perhaps obviously." It's the Weyrwoman's turn to watch the weyrling as he directs attention to his lifemate, and she shifts to fold her arms, nodding. "She can be deep and heavy. But shallow, like a tide pool. She's brilliant, but not always motivated. Difficult to explain, but I think they all are." Quietly, "She's quite pleased with all of them. That they're bright." The bronze included, obviously. N'hax doesn't further comment on Quinlys and any repressed subconscious desires he may have for her to have his children. What? She's cute! "Yes, I suppose that would be obvious," he comments lightly, not pressing it. He mildly messes with Jhorinth's eyeridges, causing the weyrling bronze to lean more and more heavily against him -- until the big man is forced to half-brace himself to keep upright -- while absorbing her explanation of Iesaryth. "She does sound..." How do you summarize such in a single word? Phrase? It's impossible. His voice dies off. "I'm grateful that she's pleased." He knows, because Jhorinth knows; "I hope that as he grows up, he acquires more of her demeanor, rather than going the other way." Arekoth is, uh, interesting, sure. Better the bluerider than Aishani. She doesn't like kids much; her tolerance for Iesaryth's is impressive to say the least. The goldrider still watches, sharp dark gaze interested in rider and dragon both, but it might linger on N'hax for that light comment, seeming... amused for some reason. It could be just the whole image of Jhorinth nearly knocking him over, though. "I'm glad I have her." She'll fill in that blank. "I said the other day, I think we get what we need." Her focus on the bronze surely isn't coincidental then; what can you learn from what someone needs? With a short, humorless laugh, "I certainly hope so too." Her expression darkens; Arekoth means H'kon, and that means fuck that guy. So annoying. Yeah, N'hax getting knocked over by Baby!Jhor is a pretty hilarious mental image. It'd be funny to see. "Mmmm. That's... very interesting, considering some of my clutchmates' dragons. Food for thought." He doesn't seem put out by the thought of Jhorinth completing him, other than that whole horribad quote from a 90s movie. "I--" Whatever deep insight that he was about to offer is cut off abruptly by Jhorinth leaning the OTHER way, leaving him to half-stagger towards his lifemate, blink in surprise, and then watch as the young dragon high-tails it towards the bowl. "Er..." Ahem. "It was nice to finally meet you, Aishani." Beat. "But I think I'd better stop him before he blows something up." A hand lifts in another wave, and he steps off with purpose after the fleeing baby-dragon. "Likewise," Aishani replies, lifting a hand to wave languidly in return. Then there's a moment to watch after the pair, and a lake to continue to walk along. Until it snows again or something. |
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