Logs:Lythronath vs. the Rainbow
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| RL Date: 13 August, 2015 |
| Who: A'rist, Lythronath |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Flying in the rain at Ierne. |
| Where: Ierne Area |
| When: Day 3, Month 7, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Rain! |
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| Lythronath flies fast enough that every raindrop pricks and stings A'rist's face, little shots of pain on his skin that go numb, then thaw out just in time to get hit again. Not all at once, but one after the other, all in different places. But the rain makes everything alive too. The terrain isn't strange anymore, even if it's still not what they expect, deep in their guts. It's not craggy, and it's not stark. It's bumpy, and full of trees and green, even against the rainy grey sky. It's breathing, growing, and rotting. And hearing the rain hitting all the leaves beneath them, and smelling all that living smell it stirs up, A'rist doesn't have to fight to keep his eyes open against the biting droplets. He closes them, tight. He watches through Lythronath, with both their heartbeats thudding in his chest. Lythronath's talon hits a tree, and the flock of wherries startles up, screaming at each other and the dragon and the rain. Lythronath roars and chases them for a while. But they're dumb, and it gets boring. So he hits one, hard, drops it into the ground. The thud is wetter than it would've been. Hahahaha! Now they hit most of the branches, making them fall down, making them snap like bones with thick, wet flesh over them. They scratch like prey does. But ichor washes off with rain. Then it's boring again. They fly high. High. Higher. The clouds tremble. Scared. The clouds run away, get out of the way, and then there's the sun. It shoots down at them, shoots red and orange and yellow. Shoots green and blue and purple. Shoots and misses, too far! Haha. They dive beside it. They beat the rain. They fall faster. Better. Then they veer. Hard! They reach their talons and roar and the colours run away. They win. They always win. They turn back toward the trees. They are there again! Red, orange, yellow, behind them. Green, blue, purple, behind them. Turning hard. In front of them, now. They roar again. This time, right up, talons and teeth too, open it up, straight up, right in half. No flesh. But colours run away again. Got them, this time! Always win But they are there again. Red orange yellow beside them. Green blue purple beside them. They roar! They dive in. Again. Again. Tear nothing but colours. Send colours running. And then always coming back. Wingbeats pound. Heartbeats pound. Talons are water-wet only. Up and through. Down and through. Turn and through. Over and over. The colours move and disappear and move. Sneaky colours. Higher, then. They fly up, up, and roar at the clouds. The clouds are scared still. The clouds tremble, still, and huddle together. Scared like beasts. They should be scared. Lythronath is coming. A'rist and Lythronath are coming. The sun hides behind them, too. The colours, too. Lythronath roars. Lythronath always wins. Always. The rain slows down. The sounds change, like the trees below them are getting sleepy. The smells will be around for a while, but they seem slower, too. Lythronath and A'rist fly on. Then, A'rist opens his eyes and looks back. And only in the absence of that rainbow does he realise how it was beautiful. |
Comments
Squishy (21:28, 14 August 2015 (PDT)) said...
This... was AWESOME
Alida (23:54, 16 August 2015 (PDT)) said...
Primal connection, primal nature(s). Loved it!
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