Logs:Mistakes?
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| RL Date: 21 April, 2015 |
| Who: Alida, Edyis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Viewpoints about Impression and personalities are exchanged between riders and dragons. |
| Where: HRW: Lake shore |
| When: Day 7, Month 8, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Clear, warm night. |
| Mentions: R'hin/Mentions, Nalden/Mentions, Lynelia/Mentions, Eredal/Mentions, Rodelyn/Mentions, Greta/Mentions, Gerta/Mentions, Giorgee/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: If the icons don't fit, feel free to change yours, Edyis. ^^ |
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| It's late, and there is one pair at the shore, Edyis taking advantage of the lake's ability to distract her lifemate while she lounges on the sand. on an old worn patchwork quilt. Late is a good time for Alida, even in the summer, when more folk are usually out and about. The blonde's trundling out to the lake with both Ilicaeth and Pyrite in tow, the former offering Edyis and her new lifemate mellow rumbles of greeting from afar (those gleaming, faceted dragon eyes see far, even in the dark), while the latter buzzes ahead to greet her second-favorite perch with happy little chirrups as she attempts a landing on Ed. Given the lateness of the hour, Alida waits until she's closer to speak aloud, "Ed." Yawn. "Crate's 're delivered...might have a potential buyer 'r two in the Telgar area." It's a typical type of Alida greeting. As the humans talk, the blue carefully steps into the lake's cold waters, giving a low sigh of contentment, easing his frame in until only his upper third sticks out from the water's surface. He's avoided touching this particular dragonet for a week or more on his lifemate's instruction, the blue wanting to be cautious, given the state of things with Edyis. Such reserve cannot last forever, though, and it's with Alida's tentative blessing that Ilicaeth sends a guarded swirl of thought out to skitter across the surface of the young brown's mindscape...wondering what he'll find. (To Akluseth from Ilicaeth) A small brown head pops up from beneath the lapping waves. Eyes whirling soft blues and greens. There's a warble of greeting for the new faces. Edyis laughs, giving the little gold her due in attention, even as her lifemate starts to make his way into the shore to inspect these new curiosities. "Ah. I imagine he was... disappointed?" Maybe she isn't quite talking bout the rum. "Telgar would be good, might open up some other doors too if I can get a good ear in the area. Rum is good, but I'd like to find some ways to quietly expand." She murmurs. Sand, tiny grains on the wind sink beneath foamy waves, their decent slow and cautious. A brief flash of silver, followed by another and another until a tornado of fluid shimmery shapes dance and take shape, winding paths beautiful and strange through the cerulean waters. (To Ilicaeth from Akluseth) Brownling's in the water? Then Ilicaeth's extra-careful not to accidentally squish Akluseth as he slips into the water, the blue's green eyes stepping up to a faster whirl and turning teal as his head lowers slowly...nose offered to Akluseth's to touch as they communicate. Alida shifts her gaze between the two dragon boys out yonder and Edyis/Pyrite - the wee gold churring softly and rubbing her head under Edyis' chin before she settles upon the new weyrling's shoulder - a small smirk-smile given to the pair of tableaus before she answers. "I think he wanted you ta' have...more freedom. More horizons in life." Because being a dragonrider is so limiting? As for Telgar, "Rum's a decent start." Nod. "Telgar's big on beer, so maybe I c'n get a connection started in that area, once this one's goin'." Hopefully. "Avoidin' Crom, an' most uv' Monaco, given our other business connections, uv' course." Those are Jo and R'hin's baliwicks, respectively. "Maybe the Benden area, some time in the future. Depends on how snooty they are about their own wines." Snert. Fingerling fish?! That's what those silver flashes remind Ilicaeth of, and - in tandem with the brownling's own tiny sand grains - the blue's grittier, dried sands sink into water, then swirl along with the dragonet's current. He's passive, for now, but utterly captivated by and enjoying of Akluseth's odd waters. (To Akluseth from Ilicaeth) "Who knows what he wanted. We are talking about a man who prides himself on knowing everything while leaving very little for others to discover." Edyis sighs, the churring earning a relaxed smile. "I'm not useless... just because I impressed. He'll grow quick enough. This is just a small setback." More to herself that the bluerider as dark eyes watch the dragons in the water. Akluseth wades sneaky like under the blue, studying him with those whirling eyes. The patterns change, the fish dart away and great green masses filter through those heavier grains. Kelp, growing, growing, up and up. Drifting and swaying on the currents, touched with fingers of golden light that filter through the waters. (To Ilicaeth from Akluseth) "True... Mister enigma..." Alida allows of R'hin, the woman rolling her eyes just a little, then moving beside Edyis, where she soon settles her butt down upon the sandier part of the ground. No mud, thank you. Green eyes meet dark one in the dim glowlight the bluie carries in a small basket upon one forearm, and their faintly outraged cast gives lie to what the woman's feeling inside. "Yer *not* useless...and this doesn't necessarily have ta be a setback, either." A quick look out to the floating, frolicing pair of dragons presages Alida's continued, "He'll grow faster than yer head can turn, after these first months. Utilize all 'is strengths that add to yer own, ta buffer yer own weaknesses...and vice-versa." Sigh. "How're both uv' ya doin', at any rate?" Like the waters around Ista. Not in words is this spoken, but in feelings and images Ilicaeth communicates what the brown's kelp garden, his golden-lit waters where silvery fish swim remind him of. The granite-like, but still sand-flexible blue offers up his lifemate's memories of black sand beaches, shiny pebbles here and there upon them, leading into crystal-blue waters...tropical warmth and drowsy sunshine. A splash brings them under water again, to watch the passage of many different kinds and colors of sea life, including those effervescent ship fish with their permanent smiles. (To Akluseth from Ilicaeth) "Not as much as he pretends to be." She frowns, going on to a safer topic. An easier topic. Edyis scoots, making space for the bluerider on the ratty old quilt. "I feel guilty Alida. You see all these other pairs that adore one another, and I look at him and wonder if I made the biggest mistake of my life standing." She pets at the lizard resting on her shoulder. "What's worse is he knows it and pays it no mind." She snorts, "Doesn't even dignify it with observation or response." To Ilicaeth, Akluseth delights in the imagery. Bubbles, silvery, fluttery buttles. It's the equivalent of giggles, not that the little brown would do something so girlish but there they are, his bright and fluttery bubbles, dancing around the ship fish and the colors. Completely enraptured by the images. "Good ta know I'm not the only one who thinks that, too..." Alida murmurs around a shrug, leaving off the perhaps tender subject as she seats herself beside Edyis. Listening to the weyrling talk of her new lifemate, the blonde's off cheek gives a fractional tic, her head seeming to nod absently while she continues to gaze out at the two dragons, so unalike in color and size. After some moments of silence, "Ilicaeth was kind uv' the same. Knew all the...really bad shit about me. Knew about how fuckin' mixed an' kind uv' freaked out I felt about Impressin'...and 'e *still* never wavered." And that fact still blows the woman's mind, to some degree...seen in the slightly wondering look she offers to her floating lifemate who's now watching Akluseth intently. "It's... *them*. Dragons, I mean. Guess it's the way they are; they absolutely *need* a special human. Humans don't absolutely need them...until an' if we Impress 'em, anyway." Head shake. "Also could be individual personality backin' that up, too. He could be just that self-confident...like Ilicaeth." No words are needed; not at this point in their 'getting to know you' first meeting. The often mouthy blue is flexible enough, again, to simply step beyond mere talk and take the plunge into the more complex, yet somehow more direct world of pictures and images, sensations and feelings. He doesn't care if the 'kid's' bubbles are girlish or boyish or whatever: only that they exist, are fun, and are Akluseth. Those bubbles aren't touched, but the blue's shipfish are spun so as to have some of said bubbles emerging from their blowholes atop their heads. Oh, and don't forget their clicks and squeeing sounds as they launch from water into air, spiralling, to plunge back down again. And, in a twinkling, the shipfish swim speedily from Ista to Monaco Bay, where grey and golden sands now dominate the far shore, and other kinds of sea life - still abundant - hold sway. And firelizards - much like the one currently on the brown's lifemate's shoulder - swirl in the sky above, and sometimes swim and dive into the warm waters...frolicing, catching fish...floating. Like he is. (To Akluseth from Ilicaeth) The little brown attempts to swim little laps around Ilicaeth, by the time he gets to Ilicaeth's tail though he's tired. Little claws are put to use as he attempts to clamber up on the floating blue. Edyis watches laughing a little. "I can't even imagine Ilicaeth being Akluseth's size." Still, she listens when Alida talks about their weyrlinghood, and she is quiet for a long time. "I'm not someone anyone needs, or can rely on, Alida. I try, I try but..." She sighs. Something causes Akluseth's attention to shift, lifting his head to peer at Edyis and the tiny golden interloper. Fingers of golden sunlight make those bubbles sparkle. The speed, the energy, the movement of the ship fish completely entrancing the tiny brown. His currents flow with them, racing along. No words are needed, words are superfluous. Only... joy. (To Ilicaeth from Akluseth) Though he's an average-sized blue, there's still a lot of him for a dragonet to swim around. And so... Loooonger than normal blue tail, meet baby-brown. It's not a rescuing gesture, but an offer, if Akluseth wants to take him up. With the use of those little baby claws - still sharp! - comes some of the faint wincing and vague twitching that humans do when a cat starts making itself comfy on their laps. Careful there, kid. No matter the discomfort, the burly blue subtly guides his little brown 'parasite' up onto whatever floating portion of him is closest and most stable: likely his rump. Being tired there's safer. Bloop. Alida, too, is actually *laughing* at the sight of their dragons: the expression and sound itself quite rare from her, as there's nothing but pure pleasure in it. "Crazy-ass kids, both uv' 'em..." is noted before the two women settle back down again. "He was even smaller, bein' a blue..." is commented of her own lifemate, who gives a faint snort, then goes about playing 'uncle' to the 'flea' on his butt. Quiet moments pass easily between the humans, and when Edyis breaks them, the blonde props herself up on arms behind her, and inquires in her usual fashion, "Why d'you think not?" Upon Ed's shoulder, Pyrite gives a trill and starts winding her way around the weyrling's shoulders, looking to laze. Joy isn't had often enough, especially by humans (silly creatures), and so Ilicaeth continues to meserize young Akluseth more by picking various images from Alida's mental experiences, and weaving them into a strangely detailed, yet unsophisticated travelogue. Shipfish dance them across many waters: Southern, Igen's offshore ocean, Tillek's tall masted harbors, the chilly waters off High Reaches Hold... so very many places! Along with them are their various forms of sea life, sometimes firelizards, and always - always - those playful, energetic, graceful shipfish. (To Akluseth from Ilicaeth) No, that wasn't a yawn from the small brown. Ok, it really was. He clambers up awkwardly, circling several times before curling himself nose to tail atop Ilicaeth's rump. He eyes the rest of the blue mountain but seems content to coil where he is at for the moment. A brief rest for the intrepid adventurer and his quest to explore Mount Blue. Edyis herself laughs watching them, "Home, my younger siblings. I should have been able to do something more, or do something more meaningful." Those currents and bubbles absorb all the little details, firelizards are chased with big lumbering sharks. A twinge of sleepy jealousy perhaps. The currents slow, subtly. (To Ilicaeth from Akluseth) And this particular mountain isn't even the biggest of his color! In length, anyway, though Ilicaeth is broader than the typical blue. Mountain, indeed. While the interloper rests, the 'mountain' slowly moves, propelling himself with lazy, very languid rows of his likewise-huge wings, their motions not disturbing the wee brown's rest, given Ilicaeth's exercising only his chest and shoulder muscle groups. As for their humans, Alida's listening in not only thoughtful, but critical fashion, and finally coming to the quiet conclusion, "What's done is done, Ed." Puff. "Take whatever bits uv' learning you c'n scrounge from mistakes, apply 'em from now on." If only Alida herself would have done such. Nose-wrinkle. "Right 'r wrong...it's past. Time ta own yerself, all the crap *and* all the positive things in yer life." A hand lifts casually, a couple of fingures gesturing towards their dragons. "*He* needs you. Make him yer first bounce-off point towards reliability." So as not to tire him further, Ilicaeth has the shipfish end their around the world sea journey right back in Akluseth's home waters, the ever-smiling cetaceans squeeing their farewells, until next time, and tail-walking themselves back out to the larger ocean. To replace them are the blue's more 'sedate,' gritty sands swirling in the brown's sea currents, and a faint rumble of adult humor at Akluseth's small jealousy...and the very first words the dragonet has heard from Ilicaeth: parched, raspy, baritone...and utterly amicable. « In time, kid. » He'll see them all, first-hand. (To Akluseth from Ilicaeth) The corners of her mouth tip down faintly at that. She doesn't argue though, so perhaps the blue rider's words don't fall entirely on deaf ears. Akluseth's tiny claws stretch as he yawns. He'll let the little gold interloper have the attention... for now. He's cool like that. "I'm going to have to draw this. When he's bigger than Ilicaeth he won't remember the time when he could curl up and nap on his rump. " She yawns too, then. "Thank you. For taking charge of the business side of things." To Ilicaeth, Akluseth projects « Soon. » The watery voice still higher in pitch than it will one day be. « Soon. » |
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