Logs:Mates
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| RL Date: 26 January, 2014 |
| Who: Isyath, Rasavyth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Lovebirds might be too strong a description. |
| Where: High Reaches and Fort Weyrs |
| When: Day 28, Month 11, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: N'muir/Mentions |
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| Distantly, he can feel the sense of her; fleeting glimpses of sky and the rush of other dragons' wings- more strongly, he can sense that starry light that coalesces around his thoughts, and the simple, pure joy of flight. (To Rasavyth from Isyath) The more of her mind he saw, the more was mirrored in his own. During flight, it may even have come to seem that there was no saying where she ended and he began, but now there is more separation. Not just in physical distance. Still, starry light comes back to her, though his had additional glitters - fleeting evidence of the transparent ooze that is so much a part of his touch. Moments later, there is the sensation of wind on his own wings. Perhaps Isyath's joy can be credited with the inspiration for his own flight now. (To Isyath from Rasavyth) Will the mirror of him continue to reflect on her? Will the stars burn brighter and brighter until they burn out entirely? Certainly, the reflection is welcome- Isyath perhaps delighting in all who share her delight in the simple joy of flight, no matter what the reason for it. The subtle touches of his ooze are almost missed, but present in her own thoughts as she wheels endlessly on the thermals high above her Weyr. (To Rasavyth from Isyath) If snuffing out the stars is what Isyath likes, then that is what the mirror reflects; if not, then they will glitter merrily at her, magnifying her own joy of flight. He likes to reflect back the things that make dragons most comfortable, and that is oft found in the familiarity of their own touches, so his own versions are good mimics. If one can ignore the subtle edge of good-humor and just a little bit of wrong that whose source is difficult to pin down. This much, he shares in sensation with the queen -- his queen, for now. His tenor purr drifts as though finding its way to her across those thermals, « Will it suit you to have me in your Weyr for a time? » Once there are eggs. Ali and K'zin may already have discussed the matter, but wouldn't it be rude not to consult Isyath directly? (To Isyath from Rasavyth) The stars glitter, of course: the stars make up her thoughts and reflect her joy. The stars burn, too: eventually they might even burn through that mirror, seek whatever lies behind it. But for now she is content to bask in the reflection. Would it suit Isyath to have him here? The better question is perhaps, would she mind? Because, « You may come, if you fly with me. It is no fun when dragons do not fly. Bijedth refuses. » Which is clearly Not Right. (To Rasavyth from Isyath) Is there anything behind that the mirror made of ooze? Likely something. Perhaps Rasavyth won't even mind sharing it with her, but his primary concern is for her comfort. « Of course I shall fly with you. Haven't I already? » Didn't they? And wasn't it glorious? Even if her memory is fading or has faded, his continues to hold it in great detail. « I don't see why Bijedth would refuse you, » The bronze muses, « Unless he is... » The thought trails off innocently enough. Far be it for him to judge one of her compatriots. « I shall fly with you. » He repeats, instead. « Whenever you wish it. » Provided he's not otherwise engaged. (To Isyath from Rasavyth) « Of course you shall, » she agrees, because that's expected and right, and Isyath is used to being indulged in whatever whim takes her fancy. There's a further mental huff for the mention of Bijedth, though she doesn't overly linger on that thought, not when there's so much more exciting ones. (She doesn't remember, but she's keen to sift through his memories of the event, keenly poking and prodding until-) « We flew well, » she concludes, with a resurgence of fondness, like a newfound emotion. (To Rasavyth from Isyath) To Isyath, Rasavyth isn't really going to be any help in breaking these expectations, at least not without a good reason. He likes her comfortable, and that means giving her what she wants. He might even go so far as to pamper her, with these expectations, if only because she's a gold, and for now his min-- er, eggs are growing within her. The memory is offered her in vivid detail, like it was yesterday or even moments ago. It's all from his perspective, of course, the thrill of the chase, the passion after the catch. If he neglects to include the particulars of what he might or might not have said to get other dragons to take each other out of the race, well... those aren't important details, right? « We did. And our eggs shall be magnificent. » He pronounces this with certainty. « In the meantime, we shall fly well again. » There's a thoughtful pause, « Should you like company now? » She's... silent, for a long time. It's not that she's not present- he can feel the glittering, cold light of her stars- it's just that she's distracted, focusing on the flight, living in the joyful moment. « Eggs. » That thought penetrates, belatedly; it doesn't excite her at all, and indeed the thought of being weighed so heavily down is unwelcome- but distant enough that it doesn't linger. « I always welcome company, » the gold responds, with a quick joy that suggests that the answer to that question is always yes, no matter who asks. (To Rasavyth from Isyath) To Isyath, Rasavyth, it would seem, is a very low maintenance mate. The silent-but-present span of time doesn't bother him, he doesn't worry about what he's said or if she took it wrong, there's no thoughts of discomfort or impatience. If anything, it's like the glittering stars simply froze, waiting, and when the gold's voice returns, it's as if the conversation resumed without a fuss. He doesn't comment on the eggs again; it's not like Isyath has a choice about that, and he doesn't need her to be happy about it, just to do it. And once they're out, well. They may discuss that later, once he knows how it is to have one's own eggs on the sands. « Then I shall come, for a time. » To fly with her. And indeed, it's not long later that he appears in her skies, a sensation of seeking in his touch. It doesn't bother him, either, that he's not especially sought or especially welcomed, nor even bothered if she already has flight companions (now or other times he comes to fly with her; if they entertain her, make her happy, less work for him). There are others- of course there are. Isyath is both talented and one might dare say persistent about seeking to share her joy with others, encouraging (bullying?) them into joining her. That Rasavyth joins her makes that joy more immediate and present, spilling over him in a welcoming wash of starry light that might well ease the sting of the sharp, questioning voice of the watchdragon and others, when he arrives in her air space. The afternoon weather does indeed provide plenty of thermals, though different from High Reaches- new ones to learn and take the feel of. (To Rasavyth from Isyath) It's easy to hear Rasavyth's charming explanation to the watchdragon, that his K'zin is there to visit his brother who Stands for Elaruth's clutch, and that he is here to fly with Isyath. So far as he knows, he's not banned from Fort (yet?), so he doesn't see any reason no to drop off his passenger and then climb back into the skies. Will Isyath teach him about the thermals or shall he sort it on his own? Surely her great skill in navigating them is something to be emulated, if she'll indulge his curiosity. The others aren't of great consequence to him just now, not that there isn't a friendly and welcoming sensation emanating from his mind. Just your friendly neighborhood 'Reaches bronze popping by for a visit. Just ignore how a the edge of his mind he might be laughing at you, or doing something that just feels inexplicably hinky. (To Isyath from Rasavyth) She doesn't teach as such- that requires concentration and/or focus to stay for longer than is probably required. What she does do is demonstrate by proxy- always picking the fastest route up, or around, or down, or over, depending on what the game-of-the-moment is. Of course, the game-of-the-moment also depends on whether Isyath happens to be best placed to win, too. But this, also, seems about normal, and Rasavyth is gleefully included in all of these, her delighted joy overriding any sense of misgiving he might detect from other Fortians. (To Rasavyth from Isyath) Demonstration is good. The games, however, draw more of his attention and how she selects them when she's best placed to win. He's a graceful loser in such games, but his interested in her process of picking the games and executing them is distinct. He's more concerned with unearthing these inner-workings than winning the game. Let it not be said though that he doesn't try. Even were the delight not so overwhelming, the sense is easily taken from his mind that he's not worried about how the Fortians receive him; give him time, he'll win them over, or leastways not be viewed as some sort of potential threat. The idea that he might be... that's just laughable! Which only feeds his amusement, and in so doing, also that little flavor of wrong. (To Isyath from Rasavyth) To Rasavyth, Isyath is, of course, oblivious to wrong. After all, he's flying with her, and playing her games, and that's what's important to her in this moment, at this time. Eventually the games will cease, when dragons are called back by their riders, and when the sun finally sets and the last of the thermals fade. Only then does Isyath land lightly on her ledge, seeking the warmth of her wallow. If Rasavyth wants to join her until he has to return well- there's room, and she's happy to share for the time being. To Isyath, Rasavyth does enjoy games. The bronze, in fact, plays a lot of them. Some so well that they seem like real life. He does join her on her ledge. He's happy to continue sharing the time with her, but he doesn't overstay his welcome. He's there just long enough to be present and hopefully pleasing company before he's offering his excuses - that K'zin must get back, that they have early drill, but that he's sure to fly with her again soon, and let's not forget what a lovely time he did have flying with her today. Delightful! And if all of it's a clever act or most of it? Maybe not even K'zin is any the wiser. |
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