Logs:Long distance calling
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| RL Date: 26 April, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Lilah |
| Involves: Fort Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Akluseth thinks /really/ loudly to Eliyaveith and Lilah and Edyis catch up briefly. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: 21D 8M 37T I10, summer morning |
| Mentions: Astivan/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to edit, correct, and alter away! |
>---< Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr(#276RJs) >-------------------------------<
The rest of the bowl may be barren, grass barely surviving at best, but
here by the lake, it's brilliantly green in the warmer months: thickening
and thriving in the silty, boulder-dotted soil just before it transitions
to soft sand and thence to the cool, clear water itself.
A large freshwater lake fed by a low waterfall, it not only provides
warm-weather bathing space for humans and dragons, but has one end fenced
off as a watering hole for the livestock in the feeding grounds. The water
there is often muddier than the rest of the clear lake, whose shallows
drop off abruptly several yards out into deep water, and whose edge
undulates against the coarse-hewn bowl wall: here close enough to just be
bramble-covered rocks, there far enough away that a narrow land bridge
divides the main lake from a smallish pond. Between are several rocky
outcroppings that form excellent makeshift diving points, though only one
-- across the bridge -- has a set of narrow, slippery, quite possibly
tempting stairs.
Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly
warm evening. A breeze tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the
air.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Edyis F 20 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 0s
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Diving Cliff Lake Bowl Far End of Lake
>---------------------------------------< 21D 8M 37T I10, summer morning >---< Restless, the drift of a saltwater current laps just at the very edge of thought. « Eliyaveth? » (To all dragons from Akluseth) The endless ebb and flow of the tide worries at the edge, of thought again uncertain. «Eliyaveth? » The barest whisper of waves against the shoreline. (To all dragons from Akluseth) « Yes, » Eliyaveith answers this time, patient in her response to those uncertain thoughts. « How can I help you, young one? » That question is made softly, no pressure for any answer from him as it serves instead as an invitation. (To Akluseth from Eliyaveith) The startled flash of brightly colored fishes scatters at the touch of the voice. « Woah! That worked. I wonder if I can wake up Ilicaeth... » The currents refocus at outside insistence. « Edyis wondered if Lilah would visit for just a little while? Um. If it isn't too much trouble. » (To Eliyaveith from Akluseth) « It is not too much trouble; we will come, » assures Eliyaveith, her sunlight reflecting with interest off those scattered fish. She remembers (or Lilah does) enough to label the brown with a warm, « Akluseth. » But then she shares with him the image of High Reaches' own lake shore, some time before her thoughts disappear as she disappears Between. (To Akluseth from Eliyaveith) It is a lovely summer morning, and one flame-licked brown dashes down the length of the beach. Edyis isn't far behind, laughing as she watches the young dragon play in the wters. The lake is sparsely populated, people preparing to start their days in earnest. It isn't too high above the bowl that Eliyaveith appears, some attempt to limit her presence merely to the lake and shore, here. She settles not far from that young brown, though there is a careful stillness to her as she settles. She attempts to make herself unobtrusive, smaller than she is, by folding wings and curling her limbs underneath herself, hiding away talons. Though, especially compared to him, she will always be a large thing. The rider that slides down, at least, is not so much. Lilah has only thrown on a riding jacket over casual clothes, hair left down and mussed by dragonflight. But she leaves it that way as she strides towards Edyis and her dragonet, greeting her first with, "Congratulations, Edyis. I saw you Impress, but those first weeks of weyrlinghood--." Akuseleth immediately charges forward, prepared to dart in circles about the massive queen. « It worked...» He's still in awe of that fact. Edyis grins at the Fortian weyrwoman. "Are every bit as terrible as everyone claims." She follows to the logical end. "Sorry I hope we didn't pull you from anything important, we are working on focusing and I thought it might be a good exercise for him. I get the feeling it may have gone horribly wrong," eyeing her brown with the last. « You did it, » is so warmly maternal and encouraging, for all that Eliyaveith must recognize that Akluseth is not hers. It doesn't stop her from offering all of her own pride to him, wrapped in thoughts made of bright sunshine, as she swings her head around to keep him in her line of sight. "I think he managed to speak to every dragon at Fort," is Lilah's only confirmation of that feeling, a hint of a smile playing there, but dark eyes study Edyis in more interest for the previous words. "It will pass soon enough, I promise. And then start to drag again, before you finally get your own weyr." Silver bubbles infuse his mind voice, sparkling in that sunshine. He is all wordless and excitable energy, before making to shoulder block against the gold if she will allow. "I really hope you aren't serious." Is said for Akluseth's speaking to every dragon in Fort. "I can't even remember a time when I had a space of my own, a weyr sounds like a pure luxury." She grins then, "I'd offer liquor but unfortunately I am grounded for a while. So do tell me how you have been. I've heard that Astivan created a dreadful mess for you all to deal with." Eliyaveith only rumbles her encouragement for his throwing himself against her, dipping her head down to push her muzzle against him briefly and then pulling back as if to offer him the opportunity to try again. Lilah only offers a small smile for that first hope, neither confirming or denying further, before she answers the weyrling with, "It is a long ways off. Or it will feel so. I am sure you can worry about that when the time gets closer. There are likely a lot more things to worry you, now." A pause, before she continues with a shake of her head, "And the new Lord Fort seems no better. Asking us to transfer a rider to Southern, making it so we can't Search--. It must be his requests. Who else would it be?" Akluseth is quite content to utilize this greeting ritual repeatedly, happy warbling noises made. There is a deep exhale for the news Lilah brings, brows knitting together. "So that wasn't just idle gossip? Where are you supposed to search if not in your coverage area?" Edyis asks uncomfortably. "I would ask - but," She sighs. "Hard to gather information with a bundle of relentless energy on your hands." "We're supposed to pluck Candidates from the air, or--. I don't even know. I am half-tempted to go around asking any Candidates that didn't Impress here or Benden or Ista," being the three recent clutches to hatch, though Lilah tempers that with a sharp smile that likely shows she knows that would be just as disastrous. But then she is nodding, continuing with a dismissive, "It isn't your concern now. All of your attention should be for your dragon now, and you can worry about the rest of Pern after." A pause, as she glances to Akluseth at that warble, before she continues by asking, "How is he?" Edyis says, "You could ask the leadership, I would imagine if it was suggested in such a way that is beneficial both to Fort and High Reaches Irianke wouldn't say no. She is a practical sort, and has quite a bit on her hands with the changes in the Igen deal that brought her here. Not a bad person to have in your corner." Edyis poses thoughtfully, "It is sort of a screwed if you do, screwed if you don't situation." At the mention of her lifemate, Edyis grows quiet. "It's like trying to fit two distinctly different people into one headspace, and he makes it difficult to focus when he's not being distracted." Lilah hums only a thoughtful sound at that, her chin tipping in agreement for the assessment of Irianke but little else before she says lightly, "I think that they have enough on their plate without Fort's problems. And I would need my own Weyrleaders' permission." Eliyaveith is agreeable enough to keep Akluseth distracted, so obviously enraptured by this little creature as she nuzzles at him occasionally, and otherwise remains still under his attentions. "That you will grow used to. You'll learn to put more space between you, so that you both have more room." Edyis chuckles watching the brown and gold. "That is one way of looking at it." Edyis scratches at the back of her neck. "It isn't anything like I imagined it might be. I always figured, if I did impress things would go more smoothly, and Instead I'm cleaning dragon dung and struggling to remember names." There is a soft sigh, "Was it the same for you? When she was that age? "Did I clean dragon dung? Yes. Forgetting names, yes. And for the longest time, until I learned to block her out and she learned to block me out-- It was just a blur of pain and worry and regrets," admits Lilah in a murmur, though her dark gaze slides back to Edyis to study her at that. Ink dark eyes study the goldrider, her expression soft. "He doesn't understand it, Regrets. Old wounds I thought had healed turns ago. All those thoughts of what I might have done differently to fix things." Tilting her head at Lilah then, she studies her pensively. "What regrets do you carry around?" Edyis murmurs softly. "They are new and shiny and untouched by the world yet," Lilah advices on the subject of Akluseth. "They will never really haul around their own baggage like we do, but age will temper that understanding, some." Her smile is a sad thing, for that inevitable growth, as she glances once again towards the brown for all that her gaze ends up lingering on the gold instead. "Too many to name to you, Edyis. I Stood under false pretenses, for the wrong reasons. At least that is something you do not have to worry him about, surely." "Most people do, stand for the wrong reasons." She counters with a dark chuckle, "In my case, it was to win a wager, and to prove a point. See if I was meant to chase a different path." The scribe's attention not leaving the goldrider. "That, sounds like the makings of a very interesting story." She offers of the pretenses. "Did you win?" is the important question, the flicker of a smile on Lilah's lips. And there is something in the way she exhales a breath before promising, "It's a story I will tell you, one day. When you have more time for other stories." "Oh no. I bet I wouldn't impress." She laughs, "But my other wagers more than made up for that loss." There is something pensive in her expression. "I imagine we have a lot of stories to tell each other one day." She exhales, "But we are probably keeping you from incredibly boring and impossibly important duties?" "And I do not want to linger over long. Especially with the little gold in your clutch as well," explains Lilah with a tip of a nod, that smile lingering for a moment for Edyis' answer. "You should have made a better bet. You had dragonrider material written all over you." And that, it appears, will serve as the goldrider's idea of a farewell, because she turns to retreat with a light salute offered to the weyrling. |
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