Logs:Of Comfort and Tradition
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| RL Date: 13 August, 2006 |
| Who: Ayana, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 28, Month 9, Turn 8 (Interval 10) |
| Your location's current time: 1:08 on day 31, month 9, Turn 58, of the Tenth Pass. It is a autumn night. Leiventh> Kyreth senses that Leiventh's intrusion is whisper-quiet, nothing at first and then a sense of a presence, a hint of familiar crimson mingled with the bright cold of Pern's most remote Weyr. « Is yours available? We come to Igen! » Leiventh senses that Kyreth is a desert storm, stronger than it normally is, with hints of sadness and frustration. « She is here on the Rim, and you are welcome. » Leiventh> Kyreth senses that Leiventh senses and seems to silently acknowledge the hints he detects, though he makes no comments on them. « We will arrive shortly. » You backwing carefully to land on the western rim. You jump down Leiventh's side to the ground, the dragon's sparkling eyes watching closely. Igen Weyr Rim, Overlooking the Desert The rim of the Bowl is wide and flat here, providing one of the most spectacular views in the region. Stretching out to the west is the Igen desert, its red and yellow sands shifting in ever changing patterns of dunes and valleys. Occasionally a section will be swept threadbare and from here you can just barely make out the unusual honeycombed rock. When the sun is at its zenith, it catches quartz overlay and the entire landscape seems to glitter as if jeweled. The night is no less spectacular, for Timor and Belior cast an eerie glow over the desolate area that seems to promise that anything is possible. The most striking time of day, however, is sunset, for at this time Rukbat casts its fiery rays across the sky and desert, seeming to set the dunes ablaze, while the sky above is spattered in orange, red, purple, and finally, a deep midnight blue. Contents: Leiventh Ayana Kyreth It's evening on the Rim, and the Igen brown pair is sitting side by side close to the edge. Kyreth is still alittle off-color as he bends his head down next to his lifemate's head, seeming about to go to sleep. As for his lifemate, she looks far from sleep, a faint hint of something dark in her gaze as she looks at the panoramic view. For once, there's no one-sided conversation going on, just a sense of uneasiness. It's not that much longer after Leiventh's communication with Kyreth that the figure of the 'Reaches cinnamon bronze appears in the skies over the desert Weyr. The bronze seems to enjoy the vagaries of the air above the Weyr, taking his time as he circles down towards the rim, touching down near silently, only the whisper and ruffling wind hinting at his landing. A low rumble - more felt than heard - emanates from the bronze in greeting to Kyreth. R'hin slides down a moment later, pausing just long enough to divest himself of riding jacket - not precisely needed in the warmer air away from between. Silently, for that seems to be the pair's watchword tonight - the bronzerider approaches, brow furrowed, pale eyes focused on Ayana as he stops beside her. A beat, then: "Something's wrong." Ayana notes the arrival of the bronze pair absently, eyes flicking over the view for a longer moment. Kyreth lifts his head and rumbles a soft greeting to them, which seems to snap the darkness from her eyes and straighten her posture. She looks up at R'hin, affecting a guarded expression that fails the moment she meets his gaze. With a sigh, "She and I are over," she just says flatly and quietly. It takes a moment or two for the words to sink in - odd for the usually mentally adept bronzerider. "Delu?" R'hin says, oddly surprised. "Is that what Kamer--" he breaks off, exhaling, dropping into a crouch beside the brownrider, studying her face, trying to get a sense of the Igenite's mood. His hand reaches up, fingers brushing against the side of her head in absent comfort. "I don't understand," he confesses. "You two were so-- you were perfect for each other." Ayana gives a self-deprecating laugh, a flash of darkness in her eyes that disappears just as fast, "Perfect? No, we were not," she firmly says with a shake of her head. She leans into his touch, eyes closing as she adds in a quieter tone, "She and I were too different. What I wanted...what she wanted...there was no compromise. No point." Something he says makes her eyes open and regard him, "Kamer..?" she echoes belatedly, latching onto the name of the oldest brother. "You wanted her. She wanted you." The words are said simply, and oddly guileless statement for the usually guarded bronzerider. R'hin exhales slowly. He seems oddly on edge, uneasy, probably not comfortable with the situation, but trying not to show it. Of Kamer, all he says is, "We talked. We sorted things out." "Sometimes that's not enough," Ayana says slowly. "Too many things happened, and we grew too far apart. Hard to explain, but don't worry...it wasn't because of you," she adds, probably noting his uncomfortable demeanor. "We were having problems long before you showed up, I'm afraid." She nods about the meet, "Well, you look like you're all on one piece," she observes, looking him over slowly, "so I take it things went well? I figured it would..." and she nods to that, offering a small smile. A slight grimace crosses R'hin's features at Ayana's words. "I'm not conceited enough to think it was about me," he says, mildly, a faint twitch of lips given to soften the words. His expression becomes cautious, guarded, almost like it's automatic reaction to the topic of her eldest brother. "We came to an understanding," he finally says. "Thank you for organising it." Ayana chuckles at his expression, "No, you're not at that," she says gently, losing some of the edginess in her voice. Continuing briskly, "But, it is what it is. I was going to go tell you, but got caught up with drills here." There's along pause as she looks over the view, "I'll be alright. I'm glad you're here." She gives him a genuine smile before nodding, "Understandings are good, especially where Kam is concerned," she muses absently, "and no problem. I'm glad I could help somehow." She regards him for a long moment before grinning again, "So, is this another surprise visit, or were you tipped off to my whereabouts again?" It's a hint of a tease, some of her old self returning. R'hin is content to take Ayana's word for it, and doesn't seem inclined to inquire further. "I had some errands to run nearby, and the time to spare, so--" he answers without answering, not looking in Kyreth's direction at all. "--I'd heard you spent plenty of time on the rim." Ayana grins, perhaps noting no further inquiries to the issues of her own. "Errands, huh?" she drawls with an arched brow, "Well, how I enjoy errands nearby.....and yes, I'm mostly up here if not away from the Weyr. You can see as far as Igen Hold from here," she nods over at the view, looking much more relaxed with the bronzerider. "especially at night. I suppose they're right, you can catch me up here if you're looking," she adds wryly and in mild amusement. Leaning against him, "How's it been in the Reaches? Have you been tapped yet?" Clearly looking for a distraction from current issues, the brownrider looks at him with a grin, fingers idly playing on his arm. R'hin hasn't even taken note of the view, and only does so now at Ayana's behest, shifting his position enough that he can see. "Igen Hold?" he echoes. "You talk about it as if you wish you were back there." He's looking in the general direction of the Hold, with a purse of lips. "Kamer seems to think you don't belong in a Weyr." It's statement, but there's also the faintest of lilts at the end to turn it into a query. "The 'Reaches is much the same as ever," and it's said almost like an imprecation. "They haven't seen fit to find a wing for me - probably arguing over who has to take me. Then again, they haven't given any of my clutchmates wings, so maybe the entire lot of us are just troublesome." A faint, indulgent chuckle follows. Ayana sighs as she drags her eyes away from him and looks at the view herself. With a nod, "Yep, the Hold's not too far to be seen, especially depending on the time of day." At his statement about the Hold, she glances at him quickly, "Wish?" she echoes before chuckling, "I ran away for a reason. I didn't belong there." At the next statement, something said by Kamer no less, her smile flickers before fading before she looks back at the view. "There's times I don't think I belong here, too," she admits in a serious tone. "Kam would know. The Weyr and I...there's some difficulty. Might be another reason why Delu and I never saw eye-to-eye. She was willing to let things be....I questioned. It's my nature." She nods barely, "I take it you have some kind of understanding of what I'm feeling. I wouldn't expect anyone to, really. Being a rider is suppose to be a glorious thing," and her tone almost seem mocking. The darkness fading from her voice, she grins again, "Guess things don't change that much," she says of the Reaches. "All of you were trouble? Well, it took a while for me to get tapped, but I assumed someone in Mistral pulled the short stick...not that I was trouble all the time, or when they were looking." Chuckling, "Do you really look forward to being in a wing? Being with other riders that will more likely annoy you to no end?" It's a light tease, though there's a faint hint of skepticism in her voice. The 'Reaches bronzerider is silent for a long time, letting the darkness settle over the Igen Rim before he exhales slowly, to respond. "You didn't belong at the Hold, and you don't feel you belong here... perhaps you haven't found the right place to settle down in, yet." R'hin's words are light, as he adds, simply, "I know what you mean." Just that, but the words have an odd intensity that conveys understanding. A beat, then with a faint smile, "Actually, all of us weren't trouble. I was enough for everyone. I suppose the leadership just hasn't gotten around to us yet." What he thinks of that is carefully masked beneath neutral tones, the words by themselves enough to convey sentiment. "I don't look forward to it, no. But it beats being drafted into every little errand anyone should happen to wish to press upon me." Ayana considers his words with a slow nod, "Perhaps I'm just not meant to settle," she muses in a neutral tone. "Doesn't mean I'll just up and leave tomorrow to become an exile, as much as that would please certain members of my family, but I do believe Impression isn't for everyone." A beat. She notes the intensity in R'hin's voice, looking at him thoughtfully before nodding, "Somehow I figured you would," she says, perhaps coming to a different understanding of the bronzerider. "Kam thinks that 'right place' is by his side," she adds. "He thinks I'm just like him." There's something in her tone, perhaps guarded uncertainty as she quickly continues with a chuckle. "So, just you? I thought there would be others, like Maja, but...she seems the type to not cause probalems," sne her tone shows mild curiosity in the ex-guard. She misses his tone when talking about the leadership, but his words say enough. With a nod, "You don't think much of the leadership there." Said more as a statement than a quesion. "Kamer also has the same protectiveness of you that Bayan does, though he expresses it slightly differently." R'hin says, pale eyes shifting from the view to the woman beside him, studying her sidelong. "Do you think he's right?" he asks, carefully neutral, "That your place is by his side?" A wry grin turns into a low chuckle at the mention of Maja. "Oh, the vixen disagreed with the way things were done, but she towed the line. Given her profession, she's a bit more used to going along with orders, even when she disagrees with them." He gives a slight twitch of shoulders and a spread of hands at the last, saying only, "The leadership is very traditional." Ayana laughs, "Kam? Protective of me?" She looks disbelieving, "His business is put over me. Why do you think I expected the meet to go well? The minute he saw his business wasn't threatened, he'll make Baye back off." A pause before she shrugs a bit, "Maybe he does, in his own way, but he's always treated me like my Impressing was a disappointment...as if I opened Ky's shell my own self." She note his look, regarding him and his question with a small frown. Hazel eyes shifting away quickly, "I was suppose to be their third," she admits, "before they left me at the Hold. They taught me alot growing up...how to survive. In a sense, he's right. What do /I/ believe?" She sighs heavily, "That under different circumstances, if I didn't have Ky, then I would be with him." A half-answer to his question, which she quickly continues to add "I could tell with Maja. Makes sense." The last comment gets a chuckle, "Ah, and you think a change is in order. I can understand that completely, R'hin." She rubs his arm and grins. Leiventh> To you, Leiventh's whisper-soft voice is present, « We are required at the Weyr. » There's a non-commital murmur from the bronzerider that suggests he might disagree with Ayana's assessment of her brother. "Impression changes your loyalties," R'hin finally says, reluctantly. "It changes what you are, what you wanted." He exhales, sympathy in his demeanor as he regards Ayana. Lips thin abruptly, however, and he glances at Leiventh. "We're being called back to the 'Reaches. This is the part I dislike about being at the beck and call of--" he brakes off any further words, as if deliberately censoring himself. Leaning in, brushes lips against Ayana's cheek in the lightest of kisses. "You're welcome to stay the night with me, if you don't mind the cold mornings. I've got something on first thing, so I won't see you then." Ayana nods to his obvious disagreement, "Impression does change loyalties," she agrees slowly, but it seems there was more to that, which she leaves off. Looking to Leiventh as well, she nods quickly before chuckling at the words unsaid from him, "It'll be all over once you're tapped," she says in reassurance. She grins at the kiss, smiling more as she nods, "Could I? Stay with you, I mean? I never minded the cold, and I have sweeps in the morning too, so I understand." "No. It'll just start then," R'hin disagrees, a hint of acerbity in his tone, but it's not directed at her, and he exhales slowly in silent apology. "Of course," he adds, with a warm smile. "I'll have Leiventh bespeak Kyreth when we're done for the evening. I'm sure I can rustle up some food for us, too. So, I'll see you later?" Another glance at the bronze bespeaks further instruction, and he rises, long strides quickly carrying him towards the dragon. He gives a lift of hand once he's atop Leiventh, and the bronze drops off the ledge, vanishing a few seconds later. You jump up onto Leiventh's back, using his straps as handholds. |
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