Logs:Of Adulthood
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| RL Date: 11 May, 2006 |
| Who: Harley, Melata, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 16, Month 8, Turn 7 (Interval 10) |
| Your location's current time: 17:41 on day 16, month 8, Turn 57, of the Tenth Pass. It is a summer afternoon. Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr This shoreline marks the edge of the freshwater lake that fills the southeastern portion of the bowl. The gritty dirt of the bowl gives way to smooth sand. Dragons adore diving from high above into the lake's deep center, often imploring to their lifemates to bathe them with sweetsand. Humans and firelizards alike frequently fish from these clear waters, which are abundantly stocked. Across the lake, the bowl wall rises high into the sky, its face dotted with weyr entrances. A few dragonlengths above the water, glimpses of a level cliff can be seen amidst boulders lining the edge. Just south of here, a smaller pond of water is divided from the main lake by a natural bridge of land. A path leads across the bridge and up to the diving cliffs, winding through a dotting of small boulders on its way. The afternoon is clear, and the sun shines with a few small clouds floating past. There is a strong breeze that creates ripples upon the lake. Contents: Leiventh Obvious exits: LAke Pond Diving Cliff Bowl Harley goes over from the eastern side of the bowl. Harley has arrived. R'hin's settled at his favorite spot, back leaning comfortably against 'his' rock. His knees are drawn up to provide a place to balance his slate on, absently scribbling over the surface with the charcoal. A set of practice riding straps lay near to his hand, close enough to pick up quickly should anyone happen by. Leiventh, meanwhile, is in the sky above, turning lazy circles, the warm thermals of the summer afternoon providing enough uplift that he barely has to expend any energy at all to remain aloft. Leiventh> To you, Leiventh observes, « You look tiny, R'hin. Very tiny. Like if I squint I can't see you at all. You're a little tiny speck. » Harley walks across the bowl with a gentle, serene expression on her face. She smiles when she spots R'hin, looking around for the dragon until a shadow crossing over causes her to look up. Her quiet "Hi R'hin." emerges as she gets closer to that rock. With a sudden, funny look on his face, R'hin tilts his head upwards, peering in Leiventh's direction, squinting. "You're not much helping the ego here, Leiventh," he mutters, though his voice holds tolerant amusement. His eyes linger on the shape for a moment longer, and he hears Harley's greeting before he spots her, so it's automatic for him to grab at the riding straps, affecting a look of studious attention before looking up. "Oh--" his tone is a mixture of relief and, oddly, polite coolness. "Hi," he responds, evenly, returning the straps to the spot next to him. "How are you?" Harley shrugs. "I've been better." she answers quietly, looking out over the lake. It looks like she missed out on the summer tan. Her face appears to be a little pale though you can see a hint of a light golden tan on her nose, forehead and chin. She's lost a little weight as well though you can hardly tell she's missing a pound or three. She nods towards the slate, making no attempt to look at it but she doesn't hide her curiosity. "Are you drawing?" "Scribbling," R'hin corrects, dismissive. He uses an edge of his shirt to clean the slate of whatever was on it. The shadow of Leiventh passes over them again, but the bronzerider doesn't look up this time, nor does he look at Harley again as he says, "You need to get out more. Summer's going to be gone soon, you're going to be pale for the rest of the Turn." Again, the words are polite, cool, no hint of his usual joking warmth. Leiventh> To you, Leiventh's listening, through you. « Cold, » he says, an observation rather than an accusation. There is a bit of self accusation in her voice when she answers. "Well, if I could stop sleeping all the sharding time I might be able to get out more. Then again, I might be able to get caught up on all the chores that are piling up-" her voice abruptly cuts off and she turns to face the lake. "But right now, I don't have much control over it. Over anything." There is a hint of anger in her voice at the last. Taking a deep breath, she shakes her head and looks up at the circling bronze. "You know, he really is quite handsome." she admits, already regreting what she's said before, hoping it will be ignored. R'hin is silent for a long moment, hearing that anger, though he doesn't comment on it directly. Instead, he snorts briefly. "Chores. You know, it's not candidacy anymore. You -can- afford to relax once in a while, sleep in, take a day off." Pale eyes lift towards Leiventh, mouth twisting a bit, though it doesn't seem it's in response to Harley's comment. "He is," he acknowledges, "But you shouldn't say so. He's listening. Commenting." Leiventh> To you, Leiventh's tones are amused: « She seems wise. » Harley just shakes her head. "No, it's not candidacy." she agrees. "But I've responsibilities." and she touches the knot on her shoulder. She makes no more mention of sleeping. "Why shouldn't I say so? It's true." she replies amiably as she watches Leiventh. Finally dropping her eyes, she looks around, finally sitting down on a semi cleared spot of ground near the rock. For a few seconds, her face shows how tired she is before she schools it into a more polite expression. She nods towards the straps. "Where are you in your classes now?" Leiventh, more than aware he's being watched, expends just enough energy to dip lower as he passes over the pair by the rock once more. "Responsibility," R'hin's laughter can only be termed mocking, though it seems more the subject than anything that causes it. "Don't talk to me about that." His eyes follow Harley's towards the straps. "Leiventh's flying, obviously. We'll get to fly together, soon, so everyone's saying. Lots of drills, lots of remembering stuff that probably won't ever be used, since Thread isn't even falling." His tone, if anything, is dismissive. Harley shrugs, her eyes out on the lake after admiring the bronze for another moment. "Maybe not, but it will be your turn to pass the knowledge on some day. So the person you pass it on to will pass it on. So they will be ready when thread does fall again. And yes, as tiny, stupid, ridiculous and mundane as they are, I do have responsibilities." Melata heads over from the eastern side of the bowl. Melata has arrived. Verenth waddles over from the eastern side of the bowl. Verenth has arrived. Melata follows her dragon down to the lake. His voice turns rough, a little aggressive - but perhaps better than the cool politeness of earlier, "It won't be mine to pass on. I'm not someone who--" R'hin's voice cuts off abruptly as he spots someone walking towards the lake. He doesn't even bother to pretend that he drops the subject. He's settled with his back against the rock, Harley next to him. Leiventh isn't immediately visible, but a distinctive shadow cuts across the pair after a few moments. Melata greets the two as she pauses, her dragon foraging ahead towards a particularly torn up bit of beach that serves as a dragon wallow. "Evening, Assistant Steward, Weyrling." Harley looks up and around from her view of the lake when R'hin's voice cuts off. Seeing the dragon first, then the rider. "Hi Verenth, Hello Wingleader Melata." she replies just as formally. "How are you this evening?" "Ma'am," R'hin replies promptly with a salute, as he recognises the figure. He has a set of riding straps near to hand, but appears to have set it aside for now. He seems content to let Harley lead the conversation, idly leaning back. Melata looks around, "What brings you two out to the lake right now?" Perhaps there is an implication that back in her day, Weyrlings didn't have enough time in the day to get their normal duties accomplished, much less apparently loll around. However, that was quite awhile ago, when it snowed twenty feet in the summer and any direction across the bowl was uphill. Harley smiles. The setting sun adding some color to an otherwise pale face. Nodding out at the lake, she answers Melata "Just taking a rare break this evening. I've been cooped up in those back caverns a while now." she admits, if a bit grudgingly. Maybe because she knows the pile of work she left behind will still be there to do when she gets back. R'hin seems to be oblivious to any implication that Melata's question may or may not have imparted. "It's a warm summer evening, ma'am," he says, as if that should be answer enough. Verenth rolls around on the sands, scratching his back and surely making Melata's later task of oiling him much more difficult. Melata looks up at the sky for a moment, "That it is." She looks around the lake, noticing that there are more than a couple of people taking advantage of the evening,. The blues movements in the sand catch Harley's eye and she watches him for a moment before returning her attention to the lake and the sparkly waves scattered across the expanse of water. Finally, she says "I'd comment about the weather but there's already been a comment. My days are dull enough not to need any comment. How about a comment for comments sake?" Leiventh can be fairly clearly seen in the sky: his bulk already rivaling the larger blues of the Weyr, the bronze is turning lazily circles above the lake, taking advantage of the warm thermals still rising up. R'hin looks, if anything a bit bemused at Melata's response, and reaches for his riding straps, running his fingers over them with a slight frown of concentration. Harley, too, earns a puzzled look. "Hm?" Melata raises an eyebrow at Harley's, um, comment. She then looks upwards herself at the several Weyrling dragons that are practicing their flights, and back to R'hin, "Hard to get them down once they learn to fly, isn't it?" Harley smiles, drawing her knees up and wrapping her arms around them as her attention once again goes back out to the lake. She remains quiet, keeping any comments to herself. Not that she really has any comments. Spying an old, curled up leaf from last winter almost hidden against the base of the rock R'hin is sitting on, she picks it up and turns it in her hand, studying it. R'hin follows Melata's glance upwards. "It's not hard to get him down. I haven't asked him to," he says, balking a little at the question. "We were told they had to practice, to build up strength and agility." His tone is, if anything, weary, and he finally says pointedly, "You know, it's like everyone is more interested in Leiventh than me. That's gotten really old, really fast." Leiventh> To you, Leiventh projects, « You know it's because I'm the prettier half of the pair. » Melata raises an eyebrow at R'hin's complaint, "He's only a baby, R'hin, new to the world. One hopes that you are a bit more adult than he is. However, be assured that there is interest in you. When I an the other Wingleaders eventually decide how to divide up your class for our Wings, we take /you/ into account, what /you've/ learned and how /you/ behave as much, if not more, than your dragon." Harley swings around, the surprise showing on her face. Her "He's just-" cuts off short as Melata explains. "Big as he is, he's what, not even a turn? Just over? Babies fascinate all kinds of people." her lips twitch wryly as she wonders whether R'hin will remember how she complained about not spending enough time in the nurseries when she was a candidate. "Besides, last I heard, your getting plenty of attention. Even if your not getting tossed off the cliff." "Yes, and I'm -so- looking forward to that." Just a hint of emphasis places the sarcasm in R'hin's words. "I can only hope when you -divide- us up, you decide I'm far too immature for your wing. Ma'am." He glances sharply at Harley, mouth twisting briefly. Melata twists her mouth slightly as R'hin's words, "With a comment like that, I would have to say yes, Weyrling." She emphasizes the title. "However, you still have well over a Turn of training to go, and a lot can happen in that time. Just know that Avalanche is an elite, specialist Wing, and I generally only take the best of the greens and the blues. For a brown or bronze to be in Avalanche, well, they really have to impress me." She adds, "And of those browns and bronzes that have come to Avalanche, I've trained up a number of Wingseconds and Wingleaders...and even Weyrleaders. In fact, more leadership positions have come up through my Wing - all colors - than any other Wing in this Weyr. As I said, I only take the best." Maja wanders over from the eastern side of the bowl. Maja has arrived. Maja follows the winding path through the boulders and up the southern bowl wall to the diving cliffs. Maja has left. "I'll try very hard to continue -not- to impress you then, ma'am." R'hin says, deliberately. His eyes are drawn briefly by movement further down the lake. Rising abruptly, he tosses the riding straps over his shoulder, executing the faintest of bows. With a sharp salute, he turns without warning, heading for the cliffs. You wander across the thin strip of land between the main lake and smaller pond, winding through rocks and boulders. As you near the southern bowl wall, the path begins to incline, taking you to a plateau several dragon lengths above the lake against the southern wall. |
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