Logs:New Business
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| RL Date: 20 March, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, Alida |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Aishani finds Alida and Ilicaeth poking around the Sands. |
| Where: Hatching Sands/Galleries, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 16, Month 4, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: N'gan/Mentions |
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| She's got some stones on her, being in here. Either that, or Alida knows that Sands sans eggies equals allowable, for the bluie is found striding slowly around the place where her lifemate (and others') so recently resided in their shells. Factor in one curious Ilicaeth, who paces around through golden grains with a sense of his rider's nostalgia flowing through him, and you've got a pair of wandering weyrlings. Every-so-often, the little blue dragon stops and plunges his muzzle into the sand at his feet, then withdrawing it and snorting the stuff out of his nose. It's not Aishani's habit to be properly on the sands when there's neither eggs nor her queen on them, so it's not the bowl that she comes straight in from, but the galleries she steps up into; pausing for a time as eyes adjust to low light. The Weyrwoman - as quite a few spectators in the seats - might give the weyrling pair an odd look, but there's nothing precisely wrong about what they're doing, so she says nothing until she's made her way down to the railing with easy, loose-limbed steps. Tall and dark, she watches Alida and the little blue for a time before, "Looking for something specific?" Just curious, not judgmental. Apparently nobody cares or feels up to challenging Alida (whether as an individual or as a weyrling), and so the bluie is left unmolsted on those hot sands, her lips occasionally tilting into various smirks, smiles, frowns as she silently communicates with Ilicaeth. It's the little dragon who first catches the sound and motion that betray Aishani's entrance from the galleries to here, his head jerking from the sands and turned towards her, followed by a soft little warble of greetings quickly offered. Even as 'lida's pivoting about, then hitching a quick and very proper salute to the Weyrwoman, her own "Ma'am..." is offered crisply, the guard then standing as a loose parade rest from simple habit just as 'caeth suddenly sneezes out a noseful of tiny silica grains. A flick of eyes over to her lifemate ends in a rub of Alida's own nose, then a murmured, "He wanted t'see where they all came from," explains it all in a nutshell. Shoulder-roll. So she showed him. Likely a little from column a, a little from column b. The goldrider's smile is faint, but fond for Ilicaeth at the warble. Aishani returns the salute easily, almost lazily before she folds her arms atop the railing to lean there. "Weyrling," she replies, a touch amused, dark eyes alight. "Alida." The second is less formal and a degree or two warmer. Lips quirking at the sneeze, "That seems eminently reasonable. How is he finding it?" Her gaze flickers back to the little blue briefly before, "How are you finding it?" That seems to be meant more generally than just the sands, the heat. A breath she didn't even know she'd been holding slides out slowly from Alida, the blonde's head quickly turning over her shoulder so she can suddenly blurt out to the sand-sniffing Ilicaeth, "How the shell should I know?" in vaguely irritated tones...before recalling who's here, too. The faintest hint of pink rises to the guard's cheeks as she turns back to Aishani, working to form a glib answer for the goldie. "Here?" is inquired with a look down to sands for a moment, the blonde missing the bigger picture. "Quiet...no pressure, unlike *last* time." Again comes the blue's snort of sand from his nostrils beyond them - and his padding onward to do it all over again - and the younger woman addends, "Kinda decent, too. Relaxing." Given where they are, how new things are between the bluerider and her lifemate, Aishani quite acts as if Alida's aside to Ilicaeth didn't happen, or it's of no business of hers. It's a private argument, obviously - but she can't quite help but hide the ghost of amusement in her expression, but it's sort of just reminiscent and 'aw, cute'. At least she hides it better than most. "I've found the quiet in here, between clutches especially, particularly useful." That too brightens dark eyes as she glances over her shoulder briefly, then back to the former guard. "I also meant generally. It's often tiring, but I'm certain that's nothing you're not used to. It's an adjustment in many ways." Slowly, Alida's body unwinds further from its parade rest, the woman's booted feet beginning to heat up, requiring a shifting of them upon the sands. Listening to what Bri-, er, Aishani has to say with her characteristic seriousness, the guard at first nods a few times, then replying with a thoughtful, "Mm... guess tiring, like y'said. A mix of lots uv other things, too...like part uv me still can't really believe I'm *here*." 'With *him*' goes unsaid, but her glance over to the stepping, sifting, sometimes digging, and always sand-snorting and tail-twitching blue says it all. Still, the blonde isn't giddy or at peace, or even content, like it seems so many can be after Impression (at least in her own eyes). There's still a hint of disquiet lingering behind her gaze, of some hidden dissatisfaction deep within. "The rest'll have ta' attend to itself, as this point." Clipped and low, that. Wryly, "I understand that feeling, I suppose." Aishani crosses one boot behind the other, still leaning heavily on the railing, resting her chin on her crossed arms as she watches Ilicaeth more than Alida; it's likely more comfortable for all involved that way. As an aside, tilting her head as she regards the blue, "He's curious, yes?" It sounds like she thinks it's a good thing. Shifting her gaze back over to the weyrling, she arches fine brows before noting, "You don't have to talk about it. It's a relationship; that's private to some." As for the last, the Weyrwoman pauses, thoughtful. "You have an unfinished job?" The guard must have been up to something, lurking about the bar like... Shani or something. Alida is sometimes as thick as two planks, and when Aishani answers that way, her cheeks try to pinken again, though the guard keeps her gaze averted to the snorting and searching blue dragonet out beyond them. "He can be. He thinks he c'n find some leftover shells... I told him they've likely all been removed." Apparently she wasn't able to dissuade Ilicaeth, either, and thus their current visit. A quick look over to the gold rider at her reassurance dovetails into another round of sneeze-digging from the blue, who actually stops his quest for a few moments to waltz over directly to the weyrwoman, and look at her from top to bottom, then sniff her from about two feet away, his inspection done with modestly-whirling blue eyes. "Huh?" is oh-so brightly inquired of the other female as Alida tries to get up to speed again from her study of her lifemate, the weyrling finally answering, "Finished my duty with Pars when I stood for your eggs." Though neutral of expression, there's a certain hint of bitterness at the corners of the blonde's mouth. Pause, peer. "You..?" is inquired almost blandly. Glancing back to the dragonet, she tells him as much as the weyrling, "Can't find them all. But they'll be small if there's much." Aishani's attention is still primarily on Ilicaeth, particularly when he comes wandering over to check her out; she looses a hand to offer the blue a little wave. "Hello, Ilicaeth. I'm Iesaryth's." Those are really the only names that matter to him, after all. She looks from him across to Alida, brows arching again, curious for that bitterness. "Mm. Yes, you did. But that doesn't necessarily mean you feel you've done what you should. Just a guess." As for the blonde's question, bland or not... it brings a flash of a grin forth, amused for the asking. "Oh, I think I'm moving on to new business. If I can help it." The wiggle of Aishani's hand produces a muted rumble deep within Ilicaeth's chest, the little - though rapidly growing - blue whuffling his meaty breath over the Weyrwoman once more before undulating his head along neck, and then striding off to start fishing for more shells again. A blink and stare over at her dragon soon ends in Alida's dry, "He says that you're 'like Hraedhyth,' not like Iesaryth." See, the weyrling's not smirking! Good weyrling. "Most people leave behind various unfinished bits..." the blonde murmurs in that neutral tone again, before she's cautiously looking over at the goldrider once more. "Question is; are others?" Mmm. Dragonbreath, always pleasant. But something Aishani's certainly used to, so she barely grimaces in the face of it; who knows what the giant maw of a gold can smell like. Though that brings a bit of a blink from the Weyrwoman herself, tilting her head again bemusedly as she looks from Ilicaeth to Alida, with a little twist of her lips. "Does he. I wonder in which way. And I suppose we get what we need, not what we are." She's quiet after that, thoughtful for a time, but when she comes out of it, "Most do. If you don't want to, and we can do anything to help, do let me know." The cautious question gets a bit of a smirk. "That is the question. Let's hope so." Though she'll give the weyrling a questioning look - should she include her there? "It would be intelligent." Indeed, nothing like dragon breath right after a meal. To Aishani's perhaps rhetorical inquiry comes another dry response from Alida, "One thing I've learned ta' ask myself is: Do I really wanna' know the answer to that question?" Cue her eyeroll at the chuffing, digging blue, and then the palest-blonde's head is moving in a quick rubbernecking motion to peer deeply at the other woman, 'lida's lower teeth nipping absently at her upper lip for a moment. A simple grunt will likely have to suffice for the Weyrwoman at that questioning look, Alida keeping studiously neutral of countenance, though the weyrling does wind up rasping a hint of a dark chortle at that last assertion. And lo-and-behold! As the two women finish speaking, Ilicaeth is giving a shiny little dragon bugel of triumph...his diggings having dredged up a small piece of egg shell... the pattern of which likely places it as being from Khadreonth's ovoid. See how proudly the blue holds it like a jewel on his tongue?! With one of her more enigmatic smiles, "I generally want to know the answer to every question. Knowledge is power, yes?" Aishani's question there is likely entirely rhetorical, just a quirk of her conversation. As for Alida's study, she merely lifts her brows again for it, but allows the grunt to suffice for an answer, a little shrug her own reply. She doesn't mind one way or the other; just an offer. But yes, there's likely some string or another attached. With a smile for the dark laugh that only widens for Ilicaeth's bugle, she peers over and asks his rider, "Should he take it back and show them all, then? Should we expect a hatching ground full of snuffling dragons? Trend setter." The last, obviously, to the proud little blue. Proud indeed; the little mountain of a squirt pushes up to his haunches and balances with his tail as Ilicaeth spreads his wings, showing off their odd 'eyes' as well as freshly-oiled sheens of indicolite amongst the rocky desert of his main hide. The piece of shell is held gently between his teeth, by now. "Made a discovery, eh?" Alida notes to her lifemate, who gives a small rustle of his wings in accord. Once more to Aishani, the now-shrugging Alida notes, "He was comparing the image of you in my head - at the Snowasis - to Hraedhyth on the sands with the eggs." There you go: truth. The offer - such as it was - goes neither taken nor declined, the blonde finding it much easier to answer her fellow human's latest inqury. "He's going to give it to Khadreonth and N'gan. I figure giving it to his family as a keepsake of the joyous event wouldn't go over too well." Smirk. Note that the goldie's 'trend setter' comment gets a loud snort from Ilicaeth, which expells the last of leftover sand from his nostrils. Satisfied, entertained, pleased, Aishani has both her answers and a floor show tonight, grinning at the pair. "Well. It's not common, but. As I said, we get what we need, not necessarily what we are. If he were exactly like you... it wouldn't be quite right, would it?" As for the suggestion for Ilicaeth's treasure, she has to laugh lowly, shaking her head a little. Smirking right back at Alida, "Probably not, no. The holders aren't keen on having their heirs poached. I had an interesting discussion on solutions to the issue, but it amounted to 'take over Pern', in the end. And that just seems like too much work." A pause, before; "They'll appreciate it though." "I guess... Not like either uv us gets t'change things," Alida notes with a certain wry fondness of her proud blue, who's finally going to all fours again in careful fashion, so that he doesn't crush the eggshell held within his mouth. A wicked little curl of lips answers Aishani's low laugh, the weyrling bobbing her plaited head at word of other blue pair finding the discovery appealing, the younger female quieting as her dragon approaches, then finally murmuring to her counterpart, "I take it there's enough of your own folk scattered all around the Reaches..?" Exiles. Pushing off the railing to straighten, "That is true. Not that I think most of us would." Aishani slips hands in her pockets, with another small smile for the blue before noting vaguely, "They're in different places around the borders, and mostly together. Though I have a cousin down Fort way, just recently moved back. I haven't spoken to any of them in some time." She doesn't explain why the estrangement or how long it's lasted, just glances up the steps as she tells Alida, "I've a few things to do before the night's over. But if anyone asks, you can tell them I said it's all right that you're here. Hopefully..." She looks back, taking a step up, "There won't be more of you come morning." "No...I guess not..." Alida murmurs back, though honestly, she doesn't sound 100 percent certain. Holding to a certain avid silence at this point, the blonde listens with all of her faculties to what the other woman has to say, not responding to her admission in any way other than a small nod. Best not to provoke any potential, bad reactions. With Aishani's leavetaking comes another crisp salute, the weyrling then shaking her head, and murmuring, "I won't mention it. Other than that... you takes yer chances. G'night, Weyrwoman." |
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Comments on "Logs:New Business"Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Fri, 22 Mar 2013 02:49:24 GMT.
What a curiously candid discussion for both. c: It was nice. And Ilicaeth is adorable in this scene. X3
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