Logs:Midnight Stars
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| RL Date: 1 July, 2015 |
| Who: Ead, Ka'ge, Caidelyth, Zymadiath |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Two weyrlings chat, while light and dark share their opinions. |
| Where: Weyrling Sunroom, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 2, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Clear as a bell, the sun shines in pale winter skies, though an occasional sharp breeze blows. |
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>---< Weyrling Sunroom, Fort Weyr >------------------------------------------< Lying beyond the screen is another, smaller room that has been built jutting out into the Bowl, its walls constructed from sheets of thick, plain glass. Ventilation has been built into the roof, though there is also a single door that allows passage through and out into the Bowl. It's a simple space, bright and airy, with only a handful of soft, bright upholstered chairs and thick rugs to sit on. Smaller seminars may be held here, or young dragons can spend time soaking up the sun when their riders are in lessons or studying in the classroom. Has it really been almost two weeks? To some it goes by too fast, to others it drags. For Ka'ge and Zymadiath it's the latter as the first has a pass to slack off from physical activity- though he hasn't seemed nearly as put-off about work since Impression, fancy that-, and the second becomes increasingly bitter and restless as the days go on. This evening, Ka'ge can be found in the sunroom, even if there's no light to make it bright and 'sunny'. Perhaps that's why they're here. Both teen and his bronze are on the thick rugs, Ka'ge with his back up against a wall and the dragonet seated on his haunches watching out at the night's sky. The rider toys with a tiny piece of rope he must've picked up off the ground somewhere, picking at one frayed end of it. They've slept here on and off, some might've noticed, given his distaste for barracks so his presence here is not unfamiliar. Adjusting to this new life has not come easily for most of this class, it seems, but some have had a better time of it than others. Though Ead is far from adjusted to having such a bright, kind mind tied to her own, at least it can be said that Caidelyth does not demand much from her or grow restless in these early days. The little green is content to spend time getting to know her chosen and her siblings, exploring the world outside whenever she is allowed. It is Ead who grows restless. This, perhaps, is why a slightly drowsy Caidelyth is cradled in the girl's arms as she takes a late-night stroll. Curiosity - and perhaps a glance at Ka'ge's empty bed - eventually leads her to the sunroom, where she sets the little green down upon the floor. "Too good to sleep with the rest of us?" she asks of the boy as she settles herself into one of the chairs. "Always have been." The reply is quick and easy; certain things just don't change, or it's simply going to get worse from here. Ka'ge doesn't look up when Ead arrives, gloved fingers picking at the twine, unraveling it further and further. His expression is hidden beneath his hood, unsurprising. "What has you up? Not enough chores?" Lazy, drawn words come with a sigh. It doesn't seem annoyed, no, but perhaps some essence of exhaustion too. Aren't they all? Zymadiath's shadow-touched face turns from his night-watch to angle one eeriely whirling eye, though blues and greens dominate the facets. Darkness creeps, crawls like nightmarish creatures ebbing at the outskirts of Caidelyth's mind. Only once satisfied of her wakefulness would they become more dominant within the shared conciousness, his mind black like the blackest night, writhing to some ghostly tempo. No words accompany it. This presence alone is night's greeting. Ead meets his words with a roll of her eyes - another thing that hasn't changed, in spite of everything. She draws her legs up, feet resting just on the edge of the chair as she forms herself into a ball. Caidelyth circles around her chair once, and then begins exploring the room and acquainting herself with these surroundings. "I've never slept well," the weyrling answers with a shrug, tilting her head back to stare up at the sky. "I sleep less now." What with a hungry young belly and an itchy hide to take care of. She tilts her head as her gaze drops back down to him, and then to the bronze beside him. "What about you?" Caidelyth's head turns to look at her bronze brother, welcoming even a greeting such as this. She takes his deep, dark night and reflects with back to him. Only, in her midnight sky stars sparkle like diamonds, winking their greetings with merry brilliance. Ka'ge leans his head back against the wall, allowing enough of his face to show that he can look over at Ead to study her, even if indifferent, aloof. "It's.." A slight grin starts but doesn't spread enough to rid him of the bored expression he claims, "uncomfortable sleeping around people." He'd give her that much as his hands lay in his lap, the fiddling overwith. "How's it going with her? Any change in the wing?" The way he brings it up is nigh tactless, but it's not for ignorance he does so. His eyes are on her, studious, waiting. Zymadiath's heavy wings are only partially collected at his sides, letting the wingtips rest on the ground beside him. He holds himself pridefully, boldly, even when at rest. « Real ones » From the darkness comes his low, coarse mindvoice, though he is somewhere far within the blackness. It's an invitation, it seems, as the bronze dragonet tilts his head away from her again, looking up through the windows at the real stars. "Because you're vulnerable when you sleep?" is Ead's almost immediate question, those sharp, pale eyes fixed upon what she can see of his face. Her lips curl in her own smug smile. Even though she's softer under the cloak of night, that edge hasn't vanished from her completely. That smug expression fades quickly and her gaze darts away when the green's wing is mentioned, her lips pursed together with a guilt she doesn't quite manage to hide. "She says it's nothing. It doesn't bother her." In other words, Ead still doesn't know. Caidelyth needs little encouragement to turn her whirling gaze skywards, the sky in her mind shifting until it better resembles the true stars above them. But even though they no longer appear as diamonds speckling the black, there's still a sapphire halo to their glow and shared with the nearby bronze. « They're beautiful. » And oh, the joy the little green takes in that fact. « Thank you, brother. » Ka'ge doesn't answer, but the faint grin broadens a bit with amusement at her sharp return. Rather, he shrugs, clothing rustled against the wall. He draws one booted foot in, the other remains sprawled out in front of him. "But it bothers you." He prys, in the smug way that he does. "I'm guessing the dragonhealers have at least taken a look at her." Eventually, he turns his attention to the little green, head adjusting against the wall that small motion given his periphery is limited with his attire. Zymadiath's shadows, figments creating and breaking apart, and creating again, continue to lick at the edges of Caidelyth's mind, never quite becoming anything of purchase other than simply phantasms. « The night is. » Beautiful, he must mean, but he'd not say it. As unpleasant as his mindvoice and ghosts may be, that seems to be true enough, or at least as much as he'd share. « Why do you not sleep? » One hand fiddles with the laces of her boots, twisting and twirling them around a finger while Ead continues to focus on anything in the room that isn't Ka'ge. "Of course it bothers me," is her gruff reply, backed by misplaced anger. It causes the green's head to turn in her direction momentarily, but Ead's eyes lift skywards rather than meet that quietly disapproving gaze. "They came. Eventually. You two were a good distraction." She heaves a heavy sigh, and then, "They said they can do something. Fix it, probably." Even if she doesn't voice it, the mistrust is heavy in those words. Caidelyth's attention is fixed upon her rider for a moment, but the soothing hiss of a summer rainstorm fans out to brush against Zymadiath's mind as well, bathing him in warmth and starlight. « My Ead is awake, so I am awake. » So simple, those words, but laden with a deep devotion. « She still thinks herself alone. » "I'm always helpful." Ka'ge's sidelong look back at Ead is a brief one before he's watching her green again. "Probably." He says eventually, echoing the word as if it's the only important one, "A struggle either way." Good or bad, fixed or not. "There's been a lot of clutches, they've seen their fair share of things." Maybe that's supposed to be a positive spin, but his tone doesn't give it much to go on. The darkness that is Zymadiath continues on in its twisting phantasmic figures, though their depth is much like that of a black hole- the light seems not to touch them. Blacker, blackest, a night without stars within. « They do not learn very fast. » says the shadow, « But they were not born like us. » As if that explains everything. Ead gives a quiet laugh, one that lacks mirth in spite of the faint smile that accompanies it. "Aye, that's you," she agrees with a little shake of her head. Caidelyth's whirling gaze leaves the stars and fixes upon her chosen, and in particular those boot laces. The tiny green trots over, putting paws upon the cushion and standing on hind legs so that she can take the other end of the laces in her mouth and begin gently tugging them loose. Almost without thinking, Ead's fingers untwist from the laces and reach out to touch her head. "They could be wrong though," she says quietly, drawing strength from the small creature beside her, "And then she'd never fly." Caidelyth pauses in her tugging to press her nose to Ead's palm, snorting softly. Evidently the green does not share those fears, as no part of her mental radiance dulls, even in the face of Zymadiath's impenetrable darkness. « But they will learn. All of them. » Her sapphire hues take on a golden shimmer for a moment, reflecting the color of a certain regal sister. « They need us as we need them, » she says, soft, sweet tones playing alongside her words. There's a simple conviction to everything she says, all of it awash with light and certainty. "They could be." The cynical truth is fair in and of itself, "There's plenty of what ifs. At least at that worry will keep you busy when you're bored." Ka'ge watches Ead now that her green has rejoined her, his amusement there, but barely in the face of being tired. "Will she really not let you speak your mind, or is she just trying to improve you by keeping your trap shut?" His grin is a little bit broader at that, even in the inappropriate instance of the context. Zymadiath doesn't rise, but he does turn his head to focus one faceted eye on his green clutchsibling. « You could do nothing without her? » The darkness asks, arrogant as he is, phantasms going a little slower as if that's a negative thing, tendrils touching at the edge of her magical existance, but no more. "Thanks," Ead says dryly as she moves her hand to caress the green hide again. "I'll wait a little longer. Maybe she'll grow out of it." Even as she says it, she doesn't sound the least bit convinced of that possibility. Her eyes narrow and her expression sharpens with annoyance as he poses his question. It's clear from the snarl that's hinting in her expression that there's much she wishes to say, but most of those words don't make it past her lips. "I don't need improving," she says harshly, "She is kind, and I-" She cuts herself off, aware that Caidelyth is listening intently even though the tiny creature seems to be busying herself with the shoelaces once again. "I have reasons." Although Caidelyth doesn't push or try to assert her starry skies upon the darkened bronze, her melodies still dance in his direction. She shares with him willingly, everything about her an open book where her rider is bound so tightly. « Why would I want to? » There's innocence in the way that thought flows toward him, weaving its way like a trickling brook. "Well, seems useless to cut yourself off all the time unless you're trying to improve. Otherwise you're just ranting in your head at her." Ka'ge shifts to stand, rising in the slow, deliberate way he's forced to do now that exhaustion is more prominent than laziness. "Either way, doesn't matter to me." The dark bronze rises when his chosen does, not bothering to raise the wings that almost drag behind him like a cape, though he'd not quite let them touch amidst his stalking gait. "I guess I'll try the cot, you've convinced me." Sarcasm is obvious, given she hadn't actually tried. "Not a bad idea for you either. I'll see you in the morning." The shadows don't press, they don't invade, they just are. Just as the night is always present, just as blackness has no emotion, no care. « If she doesn't learn. » The darkness begins to receed then, to release her melodies from his surrounding ghostly figments. Ka'ge lifts a hand, a semi-salute as sort of a mock of what they're being pushed to do all the time now. "Plenty of other stuff to worry about." is his farewell, laden with a yawn at it's tailend. Although that anger isn't entirely gone from her drawn brows and narrowed eyes, Ead's expression registers confusion as well as he speaks again. "I'm not ranting in my head at her," she replies in a tone that suggests the idea is ridiculous, "I think about other things, and she doesn't push." That tight brow relaxes some as a green head nudges against her hand again, cooling rain falling upon her skin in phantom droplets and calming the heat of her temper. "Glad I could be so convincing," she comments, lifting a brow, "But you were here first. I'll go." And thus the weyrling gets to her feet and scoops Caidelyth into her arms again. Whether or not Ka'ge takes her up on her offer of keeping the sunroom, she'll be out the door. Before they can leave, however, those sapphire-edged stars glow brighter in her sky, turning midnight to a deep blue. « Love is unconditional, » is the green's reply, stars flickering with a confused yellow glow for a moment. « Even if it takes a lifetime for her to understand, I will be here. » A light darts across her sky, leaving a shimmering trail behind which rains glimmering diamonds softly down upon her peaceful earth. Warmth is sent to meet the bronze's receding darkness, sending one last lullaby of affection toward her night-cloaked brother before that ethereal presence fades, scattering like stardust. |
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