Logs:Not Completely Tired
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| RL Date: 27 January, 2016 |
| Who: A'sran, Dahlia, Leczuth, Taeliyth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: With the clutching finally finished, the clutchparents and their riders check in. |
| Where: Dahlia and Taeliyth's Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 9, Month 12, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: Nudity. |
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| Satisfaction. Exhaustion, too, of course, but Taeliyth has never known such satisfaction at a job well done. The feelings changed and the healers were duly informed; they agreed with her, of course, because she was right (as she usually is) that the thing was finished. She's egg heavy no longer and there is such freedom in that thought. If she were any less exhausted, she would fly right now simply because she could, now so unencumbered. Instead, she stretches slowly on the sand, seeking a comfortable position and reaches a lazy touch toward Leczuth, a slender branch upon which blooms the most perfect flower that's ever been. Is he satisfied, too? (To Leczuth from Taeliyth) Shadows plague the dark scenescape that is Leczuth's mind space, and despite his lack of constant encouragement, lack of words altogether, he's been a watchful presence throughout the whole experience from high on the hatching ledges. Even now he's there, roosting where he can see all eighteen eggs and everyone in the galleries. His response is a tinge cold-feeling, but there's the undeniable sense of pride and wonder from the big-eyed bronze. (To Taeliyth from Leczuth) Fortunately for them both, Taeliyth didn't need his words or encouragement and, in truth, sometimes became vexed with the plethora of both that she received from her rider-- her rider who it might be noted is clearly the more maternal of the two, cooing her delight at each new arrival, where the gold was just glad to have it out. She's pleased enough with Leczuth's sense of wonder and pride, not apparently minding that cold-feeling edge. « When A'sran is free, Dahlia would like his company. Please let him know, » she requests, sleepily as one last remark before her head is tucked onto the so-warm sand. She must trust Leczuth will watch the eggs while she sleeps off her labors, or-- well, she might not care if anyone does. Who can say. (To Leczuth from Taeliyth) It can be little surprise that after spending night and day on the hatching sands with her lifemate that Dahlia is found now soaking in her bathing pool, a tray sat on its edge holding a steaming mug of klah and offering of fruit. The goldrider's head is tipped back against a rolled towel along the stone edge of the pool and her eyes closed. With as deep and wide as the pool is, it wouldn't be wise for her to doze off, but she might be close now. Clutchings being the long ordeals that they are, much of that time has been spent by Leczuth's rider in other pursuits, though he's checked in with both goldrider and dragon from time to time. He's been largely absent in recent hours and only now shows up to Dahlia's weyr, looking clean and peppy; obviously he hasn't spent much of his time with a broody queen. His eyes rove around as he enters, touching on the antechamber and then within to the bed, but when she's not there either, he peeks his head around the door into the bathing area. "There you are. Tired?" "Mm?" is such a sleepy inquiry that there can be little doubt as Dahlia's exhausted eyes flicker open to find A'sran in a series of slow blinks that her answer will be, "So very. But it's done now." For that she can smile radiantly before shifting to lean against the pool, looking up at him for a moment before claiming that klah. "Thank you for coming. Do you have a little time for me?" As ever, she won't keep him if he's needed elsewhere. The rest of A'sran's body follows shortly after and he leans his shoulders against the wall, arms crossing casually as the considers the woman in the bath. "There is not much to worry about now, except candidates and numbers. Before we know it, they will all be hatched," he says wryly. "I have all the time in the world. What do you need? Wine? Something harder? Candies? Shoes? Flowers? A massage?" His mouth hedges into a smile, his blue eyes full of laughter. Dahlia's look turns guilty, but not ashamedly so, as A'sran says the word 'massage', her smile giving her thoughts away well enough. "That," that last, "and sleep. Though I suspect you won't help with the latter. You look quite awake," she observes before taking a few more swallows of her klah before moving to take the few steps to exit the pool and down the few on the other side to reach for her towel. "Do you suppose you'll grow tired of me when we haven't this experience to bring us together?" It's an idle sort of inquiry as she dries herself. "Or will I still get offers of candies, shoes, flowers-- what else was there?" She breaks off the list distracted, only then remembering to add, "after?" to finish her question. "I rest well enough when I find the time, but I am not tired just yet." Unashamed, A'sran watches the goldrider as she exits and starts to dry off, taking his enjoyment of the view from his position by the wall. "You expect me to banish you from my thoughts when the eggs hatch? Am I that callous?" His eyebrows lift, but his smile remains. "Those are material things and easily enough given," he replies. "even after our dragons have forgotten each other. Do you worry about that? Now?" "Not really," Dahlia confesses with an easy, still sleepy smile. "I suppose I've wondered if your attention to me is because you feel some duty to me during all this, or for your own enjoyment, but it seems you've answered that now." Easy. She hangs the towel back on the hook and turns back to steal a few bites of fruit from the plate before she's moving toward the door, seeking to hook a hand around his arm to encourage him to follow. "How is Leczuth?" she wonders along the way. The sound A'sran makes it between thoughtful and unsure, and still he is easy enough to pry away from the wall when she hooks his arm. "Leczuth is beyond thrilled. He keeps counting them and recounting them, and getting angry when anyone wants to see them. He is proud and.. possessive, but that is not unlike him, shamefully," he answers, heading lowered as he lets her lead the way out of the bathing area. "How is Taeliyth feeling? And you?" "Women get crazy ideas sometimes," Dahlia offers in apology to that sound, her smile self-deprecating. "I'm glad he's thrilled. A counter." That amuses her until, "Eighteen," is murmured as if the number were just now registering, "eighteen. Shells. Where are we going to get candidates for eighteen eggs?" Worry draws lines on her forehead as she lets go of the bronzerider to climb into the bed and draw the covers up around her, though the edge is flipped back in silent invitation. "Taeliyth's more tired than I am and so relieved to not be egg heavy again. I think if she never had to be again in her life, it would be the best news she could have, if it didn't also make her instantly considered retired." She purses her lips a moment, considering, "I'm tired. Mostly just tired. I'll worry about candidates after I've had real sleep, which I guess will have to be after the clutching thing tonight." Though a nap seems likely before she'll put in an appearance for that. "Bribe them with debauchery and liquor? Steal them out of haylofts?" A'sran keeps his laughter in check, but it is simmering slowly beneath the surface. "We will find enough candidates. Where there is a will there is a way, I hear it said." He sits down on the edge when she gets under the covers, only to pull off his boots. "Taeliyth has the right of it," he returns, and then scoots back until he is far enough to pull the covers over and roll onto his side towards Dahlia. "Mostly tired, not completely tired," he murmurs, his hands reaching for skin under the sheets. "Ooh, that sounds fun," Dahlia replies to the first with a little exaggerated delight, "but maybe when I'm more-" she yawns, a hand rising to cover it, "-awake." The smile she has for him is fond and she assists in his finding skin by scooting toward him. "Mostly tired," she agrees anyway, broad smile showing that she's on the same page. Just before completely tired is reached, there's a mumble of, "Don't let me sleep too long and miss the dinner," but that's most that can be managed before a nap is definitely in order. |
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