Logs:Not-So-Light Dinner Conversation
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| RL Date: 17 April, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, D'kan, Sabella |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Weyrlings share hungers, thoughts, and meal times of the draconic sort. |
| Where: Feeding Grounds, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 16, Month 7, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly warm evening. A breeze tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the air. |
| Mentions: N'hax/Mentions |
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| Someone's feeling a bit more than peckish...and such can be easily seen in the red whirl of Ilicaeth's compound eyes as the weyrling blue paces about the inside of the feeding ground pens...his tail quivering, sometimes lashing in his hunger. And Alida? *She's* leaning lightly against one of the fence rails, green eyes intent on observing how her lifemate handles his hunting. Judging from the faintly crafty look settled upon her features, the blonde might just be riding the tide of her dragon's feelings. D'kan and Kazavoth may be in a similar boat as they come walking in from the direction of the weyrling area. The brown's own eyes are that red-tinged orange of a hungry dragon who hasn't quite caught the scent of blood just yet. He steps over the fencing but keeps his distance from Ilicaeth, either out of self-defense or his own impatience for a meal. D'kan stops at the fence a pace away from Alida and likewise leans on it, unconsciously mirroring. "I hate when he gets hungry right around dinner," he comments casually to the bluerider, grinning at her quickly before turning to watch Kaz. She twitches once when D'kan surprises her a little from immersing her mind in Ilicaeth's, Alida's head whipping about so that she can stare openly at her clutchsib...the woman's eyes a hint fuzzy for a moment. And then the bluie's nodding, returning her gaze back to the 'grounds, where her dragon continues concentrating on herding the nervous herdbeasts, 'caeth using his motions of wings, body to tighten their knot. A feint right sends the herd suddenly bolting to the left to try and escape the blue...who has already vaulted up and forward...and to the left. While watching her beast hunt, the blonde cannot keep a rather feral little grin from forming upon her face, her alto comment to the brownie low and almost purring, "Starvin', over here." D'kan folds his arms on the fence rail and rests his chin on top. "Smelled so good walking past the caverns, too," he adds, tensing slightly when Ilicaeth makes his move. It's a sympathetic sort of jolt, followed by a grin. Squeamish, he is not. Kazavoth uses his blue clutch sibling's tactics to his own advantage, moving to intercept the front of the fleeing herd. With a slight jump (maybe just a little bit of glide), he manages to fell one of the older beasts. A second later, neck snapped, he starts dragging the animal off to the side, wings coming up to mantle slightly just before he starts to rip into his meal. "They're getting pretty good at it now, eh?" She's not usually down here when her dragon comes to hunt. But now and again, Sabella does take the time to lean against the fence and observe the carnal bloodshed that Ghislaith engages in. Today would appear to be one of those times and she comes wandering in from the bowl, heading in the direction of the other weyrlings. Her green glides over the fence into the pen and begins to track a beast that's broken off from Ilicaeth's herd. Isolated and quiet as per the norm, she doesn't engage her two clutchsibs. "Hey there." She greets, more friendly than her lifemate as she takes up an empty spot between the two already there. Then she folds her arms over the rail and drops her chin on top, foot hooked onto one of the wooden supports. The feeling of instantaneous bloodlust and triumph flooding through her link with Ilicaeth momentarily contorts Alida's face into a small rictus of dark joy so intense it might almost seem sexual...the blonde shivering noticeably before her rather glazed eyes slowly shift back over to D'kan. With some effort, the guard returns her mind to the more human 'business' of interaction, her expression leveling off to something more typically neutral before she murmurs throatily, "Yeah. Ilicaeth c'n hardly wait until he gets ta' pounce on 'em while flying." There's a wealth of restrained pleasure in the voicing of that thought, the intensity of such likely a leftover of the woman's link with her blue... who has, by this time, pounced, slaughtered, and started eating his herdbeast with open gusto. Green eyes flick over to the approaching Sabella and Ghislaith, the first (and her words) receiving a low grunt and a neutral bob of head, the latter eyed for her technique. Even if the green isn't too social, Kazavoth makes up for it in spades. Once the brown has felled his meal, he kicks in with a running commentary. Mostly disgusted at how pathetic it is they're only allowed these old beasts. D'kan's commentary is to snort at his own dragon, then he's quick to nod to Sabella as she joins them, adding a quiet, "Hey," before turning back to the gory scene. After a while, he sticks out his tongue slightly as if trying to clear a taste out of his mouth. "Too much sharing, Kaz," he says outloud, straightening from the fence slightly before continuing. "Yeah, that's about all I hear about when Kazavoth isn't eating. Or when he is. Or when he's thinking about eating. Or not. Poor, poor Kaz, at the bottom of the barrel," he adds in mock sympathy. The blue shares more than words, but also his feelings of delight in killing, in the eating of his herdbeast...the sensation of blood running down his throat, the taste of offal and rich, red meat. « Soon, brother. Until then, hone your technique. » Multi-colored sands swirl and pepper hide with stinging intensity, bourne upon scouring, dry desert winds. (To Kazavoth from Ilicaeth) With a mindvoice nearly throbbing with the dying bloodflow of his meal, Kazavoth reaches out to Ilicaeth and Ghislaith, sharing his thrill of the hunt simultaneously with the disappointment at the tough meat in his mouth. « Do they think so little of us that we only get this? » A spackle of dust coats the blood taste before it lightens to something more subtle. (To Ilicaeth and Ghislaith from Kazavoth) Ghislaith's technique is grisly, messy and not exactly something that most would probably want to watch. There's a lot of unnecessary action in there. And in that general crowd of people who wouldn't want to be witness to that sort of thing, Sabs is one of them. When her green makes the kill in short order she smiles. But it's a forced sort of thing full of not-so-genuine 'that's nice' written across her expression. "Ilicaeth looked good the other day during the short flights." She comments pleasantly, taking the opportunity to glance away from the bloodshed. Her green doesn't so much join in on the conversation between her clutchmates so much as she tunes in. She's there, attentively listening and engaging emotionally. But silent. Her gaze flickers over to D'kan as an easy smile pulls up the corners of her mouth when he sticks his tongue out. "I think that's what they're all focused on. They're ready to start going up in their minds, even if their bodies haven't quite caught up just yet." She's been called 'crazy' enough times before, so really, one more reason for appearing so isn't cause for alarm... Alida grinning fiercely at Ghislaith's bloody mess of a kill, her form leaning into the fence a little more as she continues to guardedly 'sample' from Ilicaeth's emotions while he sups. "Beautiful..." is murmured low and breathily of the scene of green/blue/brown dragon carnage out beyond the three humans, greens finally shifting over to D'kan and Sabella, and showing their dark-smudged depths. "Food...flight...fun," the blonde comments...then shaking her head to try and clear it some. After a moment, "So...whaddaya' two think uv' the short list fer silver threads?" She's never been one for casual conversation. But the groaning boards and swift whisper of wind would indicate that Ghislaith is not exactly satisfied with these offerings either. However there's a bright tinkle laced throughout her silent thoughts, amusement for Kazavoth's words and reaction. (To Ilicaeth and Kazavoth from Ghislaith) "Getting there, though, and sharding quickly," D'kan replies to Sabella with a wide, lopsided smile, and in a tone that isn't lacking in pride. His brown's own methods of hunting and consuming are similar: both tactical and efficient. There is very little mess save for that on his muzzle, and now that he's larger, that manteling with his wings looks eerily similar to that of his sire's. "Kaz's wing exercises are coming more easily all the time, and he's really been enjoying playing with the winds and thermals in the bowl. He so badly wants to go higher. Farther." There's a longing that enters his voice then, unmistakable envy that's soon explained with, "I can't wait to go with him. Do you guys have your leathers and all that?" He glances past Sabella to catch Alida's bizarre grinning, which makes his smile fade slightly, but only for a moment. "You mean like Sabella, here?" he replies to the bluerider, grinning as he glances back to Sabella. "What's the extra work like, anyway?" To Ilicaeth, the kill is more about, well, killing, than about food taste, but he offers up his sister and brother visceral thrills of pleasure for thought of hunting on the wing, his dry and rasping sands swirling into an intense eddy of multicolored mica, quartz, dust for some moments. (To Ghislaith and Kazavoth from Ilicaeth) It's been a few months now, Sabella must have adjusted to Alida at some point along the way. In short, she doesn't react much outwardly to the bluerider's over enjoyment at the feeding spectacle. Ghislaith enjoys her meal out there in the distance now while her lifemate welcomes the distraction with some conversation. "Soon. They've been letting them go higher by degrees, but it's not enough for them. Is it?" She asks as she directs a bright smile towards D'kan. The other woman's question has that smile fading just a touch, not everyone has been happy with the short list. So there's a beat of hesitation before she answers. "I'm happy to have made my way onto it, I want the extra work. The challenge. It's not as if there's something else I really wanted to do with our limited free time anyway." She shrugs her shoulders quickly before making a further comment, "Seems strange to me they didn't put one of the three bronzes into it. N'hax seemed like a logical choice to me, but." That thought brings a furrow to her eyebrows, mouth pressing together briefly. "No..." Alida murmurs offhandedly to D'kan's words to her, the blonde smirking softly, shaking her head at the brownrider. "I meant exactly what I said... well, and maybe more. What do you both think uv' those in the program...and the program itself, really." The guard goes right to the heart of the matter, simply nodding at words of exercising dragons and gliding...her eyes intense as she listens intently to Sabella's thoughts on the leadership program. "Mhm...me too..." is murmured to the greenie's words of lack of bronzers. "Kinda... weird, I guess, especially given that bronzers might someday be Weyrleader. Kinda' cuttin' one's nose off a little, in my view. Shortsighted." Sabella doesn't appear to have much opinion on the others in the program. But it's more than likely that she does, even if she's not outright putting it out on the record. "Maybe it was some kind of a statement? I'd rather not be lumped into something like that but I won't turn away the opportunity to learn more when it presents itself." Or be made to feel bad about it either, apparently. "It could be seen that way. Maybe the bronzerider's should always be included, like the goldrider's are. But then the brown, blue and greenrider's all have a shot at moving up and taking decently ranked weyr positions as the turns pass, even if it's not Weyrleadership." She shrugs her shoulders, directing her attention across the pen once again. "An imperfect system." Finally divesting her mind near-fully of Ilicaeth's hunger, Alida listens with much acuity to Sabella's thoughts on the matter, the bluie remaining silent throughout, though her expression shifts slightly now and again. Finally comes the guard's almost thoughtful, "I wonder. Could be. Never know, in the current environment." A rub at one of her exposed forearms ends in a faint wince when the woman aggravates a small bruise, her eyes flicking down to it, then back up to Sabella. "Seems kinda' limiting. Personally, I'd take on anyone who was interested, and who showed even an inkling uv' potential. Never know if today's brownie night be tomorrow's Weyrleader." Grin. D'kan stays fairly quiet at first when talk turns to the heart of the silver thread program. He quite often stays quiet on the topic, actually, which may or may not have been apparent to the other two by now. What he does say, though, is that, "N'hax is pretty committed to getting back to his Craft after weyrlinghood. Probably why he wasn't chosen." "Plenty of people plan on getting back to some sort of activity after graduating. The interval allows for a lot more free time." In other words, she doesn't quite seem to buy that as a reason for him not being chosen. "He's talented. Just seems a waste to not make the best of him." Sabs shrugs then, letting the topic of that particularly weyrling drift away if it must. "I agree that it wouldn't hurt to take on anyone interested. Allow them to weed themselves out naturally as and if the extra workload becomes too difficult for them. Unfortunately that's not the system we're presented with now." The greenrider bites onto her bottom lip momentarily as she continues to keep her eyes locked onto some distant point away from them. A quirk of head is given to D'kan's impropteau statement, Alida smiling softly to herself for a moment before noting to the brownie, "Not a crime, bein' enamoured uv' one's Craft...'specially in an Interval. Havin' a focus c'n be good." There's a small smirk for how her own response occurs nearly in tandem with Sabella's, the woman's green eyes lighting with some sort of an inner fire when the greenie opines further on the program. A judicious nod occurs in conjunction with said statement, 'lida noting with a murmur, "People c'n change things...but it won't happen without them comin' forward, talking ta' those above us." A look over to D'kan presages the blonde's laconic, "What about you? Thinkin' about leadership, or..?" D'kan leans his elbows on the top fence rail and presses his palms together, rubbing gently as if trying to clean them, though they're pretty clean, really. Probably more a reaction to Kazavoth's actions as he goes to work on the little tidbits left of the herdbeats carcass, using his talons like fillet knives. His head ducks slightly as if he might be able to avoid the conversation as it continues, though for a moment, he glances at Sabella as if he might reply to one of her comments. Instead, he rolls a shoulder, then looks over at Alida, as she asks the specific question. "Thinking, yes. All I do is think," he says at first, as if he might just brush off yet another question. He looks out at what's left of the old herd, as far from the dragons as they can get. "I'm trying to test out of my last Harper class. After that... maybe. I don't know. You?" Sabella settles into an easy quiet with there being no remarks directed at her. It doesn't mean she's not listening of course, her eyes have drifted back and are settled onto Alida. There's something thoughtful in her expression as she catches onto the bluerider's words. Something maybe a little appreciative of whatever she's last said. Ghislaith is down to the last of the meat on her herdbeast and is methodically clearing away any last shreds of usable food stuffs. Abstractly, "Some people never think at all." She listens for the rest of D'kan's answer, returning to chewing on her lower lip. There's a moment where it looks like she might say more, except that her eyes take on an exceptionally distant look. Her green out in the pen lifts her head, turning to look in one direction towards the weyr. Clearing her throat, "It was really nice talking to both of you. I just- I have to go." She smiles apologetically before pushing off of the fence and moving at a hurried clip away from her clutchmates. Hand-rubbing. Hm...could be telling. Alida observes D'kan's actions, listens to his words, her faint whuff of a throaty chortle for his words of thinking too much. For his following statements come the blonde's small bobbing of head, and a clipped, "Passed my damned second try at history, finally. Pretty much done with all the basic stuff." And now it's on to all of the more specific classes. Her own small shrug greets the brownie's inquiry, though a slender stiletto of a desert-dry smirk touches the corners of the bluie's lips. "Hadn't ya' heard? I apparently have a temper." So much remains unspoken behind that little tidbit, 'lida's greens firing to life once more, though for only a few moments. And then Sabella receives the lion's share of the guard's attention, the bluie silently trying to ferret out the other female's intentions after she catches Sabs' expression, her words. Ah drat! Now she's fleeing. Well, there's little to nothing Alida can do about that, the former-holder nodding politely again as her clutchsib exits - sans Ghislaith - that sometimes unnerving focus turned back upon D'kan once more. D'kan laughs softly in reply to Sabella's comment about thinking, then offers a simple wave as she takes her leave. Alida's bit about having a temper brings another short laugh from the brownrider. "And that disqualifies you? Seems to be a running theme with some of the Weyr's current leadership," he remarks in a low, dry voice. He leans back, hands gripping the railing for a moment as Kazavoth finishes with his meal, having picked over all he can, leaving what little remains for the scavengers and bone clean-up crews. "I'm going to wash out the taste of blood with some real food," D'kan declares suddenly, all too happy to leave the leadership topic behind. "Maybe this time tomorrow I'll be done with history, too. Here's hoping." He touches fingers to his forehead in a casual salute, then raises a hand to his lifemate in some silent response to something before the two head away from the feeding grounds. |
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