Logs:Lullaby
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| RL Date: 2 April, 2013 |
| Who: Hraedhyth, Cailluneth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: A late-night lullaby for a sleepy |
| When: Day 27, Month 5, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: Cuteness. Just 'cos. |
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| A curling tendril of smoky grey reaches out in quiet question, softly lit by moonlight's pale silver - gently fanning the flames of awakeness, ready to withdraw if they've been extinguished for the night. (Cailluneth to Hraedhyth) The grey is carried by a deep inhale, pulled in to tickle the very edges of Hraedhyth's rhythmic thoughts. Dam's smoldering warmth is there to greet the inquisitive pup, flames fanned by the long exhale that follows. Her breath cuts through not just the green's inquisitive smoke, but her own dark plumes, shroud lazily beginning to disperse, « Cailluneth. » A rough growl, heavy with sleep rather than annoyance. (Hraedhyth to Cailluneth) To Hraedhyth, Cailluneth's grey turns to sun-warmed silver, twining in with the smoke and warmth to settle in - a sleepy pup nestling into its mother's warmth. Gentle pastels replace the more vivid palette of her daytime mind as Cailluneth weaves blue comfort and pink warmth into a bubble of gentle content, which shimmers with a quiet rainbow around both minds. A tiny puff of smoke floats in the bubble, a reassurance that all is well - she's just checking in. To Cailluneth, Hraedhyth is heartened by Cailluneth's response, drums keeping to their slow, content rhythm. Her flames lick harmlessly at the green's mind, circling tendrils slowly curling into a smile that is reflected in those subtle pastels. Darker, heartier smoke curls around the bubble, wisps tickling at the curve that is so much like the pudgy green's sated belly. Warm fire grows tall, a stretch echoed from the gold doing so on a ledge not her own- frequently visiting her people. Their people. One day, she will be able to visit her daughter's very own ledge. And what a ledge it will be! Cailluneth shares its size, sun-warmed depth, the glitter of moonlight on stone - all in the suggestion of colour and imagery that echoes Hraedhyth's own thoughts of a ledge and weyr, as the little green has yet to see one for herself. She curls her dam's smoke into a protective barrier that echoes the bubble, which shimmers darkly as the colours are smudged into variations of grey. The heat of the fire is mimicked with gold and red, the autumnal colours that say Hraedhyth in Cailluneth's mind coming together with her own silver-white moonlight, creating a sleepy lullaby that has the faintest lub-dub-dub of a fluttering heartbeat, not unlike her dam's drums. (Cailluneth to Hraedhyth) The smoke is more than malleable for her green daughter, floating over the bubble, ends half curled into protective claws over all that is Cailluneth. Hraedhyth's drums pick up from their lethargic pace, more like the lullaby she thought had lulled most of the young ones to sleep. The steady beat has fire pumping through veins of thought, and with the help of the green's autumnal palette, heart's hearth intends to warm from the inside out. « Cailluneth. » Another growl, one that borders on a scold, however affectionate it might sound. (Hraedhyth to Cailluneth) To Hraedhyth, Cailluneth may have been lulled before and has a sleepiness about her softened colours, but she isn't sleeping. Not yet. A twinkle of spring green is like the fidgeting of a restless cub, fluttering towards her dam's fire in search of heat. She shares the warmth of a body beside hers - the golden-pink of her heart - sharing the softness of his sleep-slowed breath as gentle dove-grey, tinged with rose. The growl is returned with a curious rumble of her own that quivers across her colours, rippling through the bubble around them. « Hraedhyth. » A dusky-toned, silvery whisper. To Cailluneth, Hraedhyth gives a smokey crackle-pop of amusement, a husk of whispered laughter as if she's concerned with startling Cailluneth's heart awake. As if he could hear her. Curiosity is answered, words tumbling from the gold's pleased growl, « Your days are still full. You need sleep. » Not that dam's patience has run thin yet, not chasing off the restless pup who has sought her out. Across her plains, it is night and though her flower slumbers, there is shared concern, « Yours. He is well? » Aware of the time ticking past- just five more minutes, and then off to bed young lady. To Hraedhyth, Cailluneth gives a warming confirmation - an excited fluttering heartbeat, turned to golden notes against burnished pink love. Yes, all is well with hers. Warm bronze, the colour of a comforting cup of tea, replaces her heart's colours; the suggestion of a flower, the golden scent of Azaylia, all returning the question without the need for words: is yours well? Paws knead both comfortingly and seeking comfort, the lilac of slumber colouring first the bubble, then creeping ever inwards. Cailluneth shares it with her dam, a song of sleep from cub to mother, seeking a drumming accompaniment to lull her further. Just as she shields them from her full intensity, the concerns of Hraedhyth's lifemate are kept mostly at bay. Scents as faint as pastels hint at unease, worry, and stress in an answer that may be all too honest for one so young. The protective smoke thickens, smoothing over any upset that may occur, a promise that if all is not well with Hers, it will be. Ebon plumes are weighed down by sleep, blanketing over Cailluneth with the nearby fire a toasty comfort. Another rasp of a chuckle and the familiar lullaby begins, drums weaving a melodic journey that may be more story than song. The goal remains the same: put the little one to bed. (Hraedhyth to Cailluneth) To Hraedhyth, Cailluneth's golden heartbeat keeps time with the rhythmic story, a soothing, peaceful white washing over the bronze flower; the hope of comfort for Hraedhyth's heart. Gradually her colours fade, her touch subsides, sleep claiming the young mind and calming her thoughts to soft, shimmering echoes of dreams, inspired by the tales of her mother's drums. |
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Comments on "Logs:Lullaby"Alida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 03 Apr 2013 04:37:53 GMT.
- coos* Oh, I like this... so heartfelt, so soothing. So intimate and strong/gentle. I adore Cailluneth. ^^
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