Logs:Nothing to see here
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| RL Date: 26 August, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Z'kiel |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Former weyrlings catch up over dragon bathing. |
| Where: Hot Springs, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 24, Month 8, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Alida/Mentions, H'kon/Mentions, Kasdeja/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to make any changes. |
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| It's early in the evening, a pleasant rest day for those who can manage it. Akluseth soaks in one of the deeper portions of the hot spring, his partner in crime scrubbing at his hide. Clearly visible is the recently fresh tattoo rolling up her side, the dance of flames and smoke rising from hip to rib bone. The last vestiges of summer cling dearly to the landscape in the fading light. "Almost done you big goof." Edyis hums at her lifemate. Drills. More drills. And, finally, a reprieve. Ahtzudaeth wings down to a landing not too far away and waits, patiently, for Z'kiel to dismount before he lumbers onward to the water. His hide is dull in places - something that might be a familiar sight to Edyis; it's just the way his hide looks before one of his intensely itchy times begins. Z'kiel has a pair of bags with him, heavy canvas and filled with things - bathing supplies, of course. « Ah! Akluseth, » the bronze's greeting is dizzyingly bright and warm, laced with aromatic smoke. « Such a pleasure to see you again. How are you and yours? » The Igenite will leave the bronze to socialize; he makes his way to the water and pauses at the edge of it to strip down and put his clothes and a towel aside. There's a slight nod for Edyis - but there's no acknowledgement given of the tattoo. Instead, there's a grunt and a motion, one meant to urge the bronze into the water.
Glittering motes of light join the smoke-turned-breeze, a manifestation of the deep chortling that fills the bronze. « It's good to hear that, brother-mine. Very good. I think they chose well for all of us. » A place for everyone and everyone in their rightful place. Ahtzudaeth couldn't be happier or more proud. He sinks into the water and Z'kiel's not long after him. Let the scrubbing commence. "Edyis," is warm enough, if not loud or bright. He's tired - but it's a good kind of tired. Indeed, at that congratulations, he glances over at Edyis again and, this time, there's a tip-tilted smile on his face. Short-lived, sure, but it's there. "Heard you got into Snowdrift. They picked well." A grunt, then: "Ah. Good. Still have the charms at my weyr. Didn't know you'd be here." Else he'd have brought them, of course.
"H'kon tapped me," should answer that easily enough. Z'kiel works along the parts closest to the water - foreleg, neck, a bit of shoulder - while he listens. After a beat or two, he utters a weirdly melodic hum-grunt. "He's fine with that. Just get to the other side and be careful. When he's itchy, he's tender." Which sounds like such a weird word coming out of his mouth in this context. A sidelong look follows, along with a low snort. "We are. Me more than him. We have work to do." And if he sounds happy about that- well. He doesn't, actually; it's more akin to satisfaction than happiness. It's a good thing. "Not sure how long he'll be like this, though. Could be a seven. Could be a month. Probably because of all that chest-puffing he's been doing lately." Ahtzudaeth chortles, which translates into a slight vibration in the water. Edyis laughs, "You two seem like you would get along fairly well." of the Alpine wingsecond, And it's with a nod and grabbing up a soft scrub brush that Ed moves to the other side of the bronze while Akluseth looks on, drying himself. Gently she scrubs. "It's what you wanted isn't it? Work, a purpose, a place you both belonged?" She muses across the bronze's neck. She smiles at the vibration in the water. As for the Hats, "Eh, we can always exchange them later." She pauses, then, "Have you been back to Igen?" Hnnnh. Z'kiel pulls himself up to rest between Ahtzudaeth's shoulders. The scrubbing continues from there, sandy foam spilling down the bronze's form. "He's efficient," is his determination - and he approves. "Get in. Get the job done. Better than some others out there." A shoulder rises and falls. "Take time to see if that's where we fit." But, for now? No complaints from either of them. The hat topic is noted, grunted at and added onto by Ahtzudaeth with a merry, « Oh! All the more reason for you to come visit our weyr. It is rather grand, now that it's been cleaned. » Another grunt from the man, unreadable but without any kind of judgmental weight. Aloud: "A few times. Had to get Alida some jerky. Due back again soon. Tomorrow." But there's a wry twist to that word that turns it into something else; an in-joke of sorts, clearly, between man and beast. Edyis moves further along the bronze's length, listening, smiling up at him a little. « Count us in then. » Akluseth bubbles, and there's a laugh when Alida's name gets mentioned. "Bet she loved that, her and that little flit of hers." Soaping up claw and side. "Was it about what you expected? Better or worse?" For his part, Ahtzudaeth is responsive and helpful; if Edyis needs him to lift a limb or otherwise move, he'll do so without prompting. « Oh, excellent! You might enjoy the guest wallow; it has a fine ledge with rough edges near it - just perfect for scratching. » Oh, pure bliss. Z'kiel grunts again, but there is no context for it. Maybe it's for Ahtzu; maybe not. "Owed it for offending her 'lizard," he replies, one corner of his mouth curling with dry humor. "Got her the good stuff, though. Could get you some, too." The last question earns a lengthy coil of silence from him. When he finally cuts it, it's with a flat: "What I expected. Without one thing." He sucks his teeth. "Going to try to fix that this time." Edyis laughs as the bronze adjusts, amused. Akluseth seems enthused by the idea of this rough edged ledge. « Sounds fantastic! » Akluseth murmurs, stretching lazily. "Pyrite? What did you do to the poor thing. She's pretty hard to startle," Well Edyis may have a rather biased view in that regard. "Will I breathe fire after?" Eyeing the bronzerider suspiciously with an arch of a dark brow. She looks at him, as though that might prompt more detail on what was missing, but there's no verbal push. "It gets easier, if it makes you feel any better. At least it did for me, being away from Esvay. I have my step siblings now, and I've got the family I made here. You will too, in time I'm sure." A grunt of confirmation is given and Z'kiel continues down Ahtzudaeth's back. "Growled at her. She didn't much like it." Evidently. The Igenite utters a faint noise at the memory; amusement, mostly. He finally looks back down at Edyis at her question and he, oh-so-flatly replies: "Only if you eat enough of it." Not that he'll elaborate on what enough is. "Could get you the milder stuff. Kasdeja's cousin makes some good sweet jerky." The prompting is conveniently missed; his head is bent to let him focus on a particularly dry spot on his lifemate's hide. And even if it was caught- well. He's quick to move away from the topic, regardless. "There's no difficulty to it," he replies after a beat. "My blood's run dry out there." Grunt. "I have him. I have Alpine. I have you. It's enough." Edyis laughs, "You - growled at her?" finding the whole picture deeply amusing. She shoots him a suspicious glance at his choice of the word enough when it comes to the jerky, but the idea of the sweet kind seems to appeal to her. "Might be nice to try." She frowns at his choice of words, of blood running dry. Faint lines creasing her forehead. At enough, though she chuckles, shaking her head. "What else are friends for?" That she's not entirely satisfied with his answer might be evident, but she also seems to know better than to push it further. "She started it." Deadpan, that. Z'kiel moves back up, but only to slide down on Ahtzu's forearm. The bronze seems to be clean enough - or, perhaps, he just has ulterior motives, for he moves away from where he'd just been scrubbed and all but forces his rider out into the open. While he sinks into the water, Z'kiel crosses his arms and angles a dark look to the beast. Then it's back to Edyis. "I'll get some of that, then." It's a promise - or near enough. "You're one of the few I trust, Edyis." Matter-of-fact. "But not with that. Need to sort it first. Then, later. We'll talk." Another promise. Edyis giggles, brightly. "Growling? She's a total sweetheart, little protective since she rose, and is closer to clutching but. She is a total sweetheart, just like her master when you get past the barbed wire." The brownrider says of the little gold and her blue riding companion. Granted, individual mileage with Alida may vary. Akluseth watches Ahtzudeth's movement curiously, mischievous enough on his own to ask, « I get the suspicion that you are up to something, what is going on with yours? » She smiles, "I'd like that." And at the rest she nods quietly, "Take the time you need, and you know I'll always listen." The corner of her mouth quirking upward. There's a slight shake of his head and Z'kiel replies, "She was just making noises. Then she was making the noises I was making. So, I growled." And thus the jerky boon was required. A shrug follows at Edyis's assessment of Alida. "Maybe. Never saw much barbed wire in her." There's a sidelong look and slight narrowing of eyes at Ahtzudaeth, but the bronze just sinks into the water some distance away to rinse himself off. Enigmatically: « All is going as it should, brother-mine. That is all you and yours must know. » Good-natured, sure, but cloaked in mystery and mystic energies that tingle and swirl. "Good. Glad to hear it." A nod. And he's satisfied. Edyis laughs, "Ok, that's kind of adorable." But it is his second statement that has both brows lifting up and she's giving him a deeply considering look at his assessment of Alida in silence. It takes a beat or two before she can respond, with a wry smile, "Well you, are one of the few then." Sounding oddly pleased by that fact. The enigmatic answer is met with bubbles, « If you say so. » An oddly protective note in the brown's voice as Edyis moves to start with the oil on him. "Might have been," but he has no clue. Z'kiel moves to get out of the water and dry off enough to put on trousers at least. Ahtzudaeth takes his sweet time in getting out of the water - though he'll spare a mental wink for his brother, paired with a very physical gaping of his jaw in a grin. « And I do. Things will become clear in time, I promise you. » "Just because the spikes are there," Z'kiel explains after a beat, while he gets the oil, "doesn't mean I'll see them." Shrug. "It goes both ways. You learn to see what's under it. Have to." He sucks his teeth and considers for a moment. "Otherwise, no one would eat cactus." Akluseth's tail twitches from where he's been oiled, « Why do I feel like I should be worried? » And at the rest of Z'kiel's explanation, and she's shaking her head, grinning, "I am glad you don't see them." The dark eyed woman, working the oil along and clambering up to get between his haunches. "She needs more people like that in her life, people she can trust. People who are willing to take a few cuts and bruises to get to know her. She's one of my best friends. Close as you can get to family without being tied by blood." Reassurance is a sensation, not unlike the comfortable weight of a hand on the shoulder. Ahtzudaeth stretches a bit and stands still while Z'kiel gets the oiling started. « You ought not worry in the slightest, brother-mine. This is a matter for him to resolve in due course. » A bob of the head and then the bronze goes still, waiting patiently. "Not sure if she trusts me," Z'kiel replies. "But. I think I can trust her." A slow nod, a thoughtful hnnnh. Then: "She's your Kasdeja, then. In a sense. Wouldn't call Kas my best friend, but she might as well be family. Good to have people like that." Whether or not he's convinced, the brown seems to settle some. Though that may have to do with Edyis working on his itchy spot. "The thing to remember with Alida, is loyalty and trust go a long way with her. Once you've fucked that up though there's no going back. No one I'd rather have at my back in a fight though." The brownrider admits, and she smiles at the foreign name, "If not your friend then..." She seems to search for a word but doesn't find it. "Yeah it is." Edyis agrees.
Edyis smiles, finishing the last few inches of Akluseth's hide, before wading out to where her gear is and drying off, pulling her clothes on over the damp suit. She smiles watching the bronze pair, chuckling. It's efficient, getting Akluseth into his straps. "Catch you both around." Which serves as her farewell.
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Alida (21:57, 26 August 2015 (PDT)) said...
I AM NOT KIND! I AM TERROR! I AM THE DEEP! >.> ^^
Edyis (22:13, 26 August 2015 (PDT)) said...
You will always be a fluffy teddy bear to me Al~ Even when you are burying my body deep in the Igen desert never to be seen again.
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