Logs:Of Respect
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| RL Date: 29 April, 2006 |
| Who: R'hin, Rachiel, Shalyn, Shaylar, Verenth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 26, Month 6, Turn 7 (Interval 10) |
| Your location's current time: 15:24 on day 26, month 6, Turn 57, of the Tenth Pass. It is a summer afternoon. You stroll out to the bowl. Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr(#840RJs) Standing on the eastern side of the bowl, you realize why this is one of the most striking Weyrs on Pern. Arrayed around the north rim of the bowl are the Seven Spindles: high crownlike points formed of old volcano flows which were eroded to sharp spikes. The bowl itself is a rough ovoid shape, with a large lake taking up a good portion of the southeastern part. The bowl seems to slant down to the lake shore, and the soil becomes a little looser in that direction. From the east, the slight aroma of herdbeast and wherry hide rises from the feeding grounds. The northeast section of the bowl is full of activity: training of dragons both young and old goes on in a large clearing near the entrance to the weyrling barracks and dragon infirmary. Several small boulders dot the area to the north, forming a winding path to the ledges leading into the weyrleaders' quarters. The afternoon is mostly hidden between scattered grey clouds. It is raining lightly. There seems to be a light breeze and the summer air is pleasantly warm. The ground beneath your feet is wet from the last storm. Contents: Verenth Shalyn Oenoneth Obvious exits: Weyrleader Ledges Western Bowl Floor Dragon Infirmary Weyrling Barracks Weyrling Training Room Feeding Grounds Lake Shore Leiventh moves in from the weyrling barracks. Leiventh has arrived. Verenth arches his neck as the weyrling dragons come out of the barracks. Shalyn is walking along the bowl floor with her lifemate towards the Lake Shore, apparently talking outloud to the little stout green. R'hin's looking distinctly like he was just unceremoniously woken up from a deep sleep - and one much needed at that. Hair still mussed, the weyrling's eyes are barely open as he stumbles after Leiventh. "He's where?" he's mumbling, the words split in between a yawn. "Oh, okay." Leiventh, slightly less awkward than at his hatching, but still lacking the full grace of a grown dragon, is leading the weyrling across the bowl, towards the lake. Shalyn nods, "Good afternoon weyrling. Leiventh have an itch?" Oblivious to the presence of others, R'hin starts at the voice, rubbing his eyes and peering blearily in Shalyn's direction. Although he slows for this, Leiventh continues onwards, not about to be distracted. "It's afternoon?" R'hin echoes, bemused. His salute is slow, but probably more for the fact that he's still half-asleep than any forgetfulness on his part. "Leiventh has many itches. I keep a diary of them. Ma'am. Would you like to see it?" Leiventh moves towards the lake shore. Leiventh has left. Leiventh> Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr Leiventh> 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 mostly hidden between scattered grey clouds. It is raining lightly. There is a light breeze that ripples across the lake. Leiventh> Contents: Leiventh> Rachiel Leiventh> Gruvfeath Leiventh> Shaylar Leiventh> Obvious exits: Leiventh> LAke Pond Diving Cliff Bowl Verenth cranes his neck, then follows the younger dragons towards the lake. Verenth waddles towards the lake shore. Verenth has left. Leiventh> Verenth lumbers over from the eastern side of the bowl. Leiventh> Verenth has arrived. Shalyn smiles and returns the weyrling's salute well aware of the fatigue common at this stage of their growth. "The itch or the diary?" Oenoneth tromps towards the lake shore. Oenoneth has left. Leiventh> Oenoneth tromps over from the eastern side of the bowl. Leiventh> Oenoneth has arrived. Leiventh> Verenth follows after the younger dragons, settling himself down on the shore nearby. He heaves a big sigh...his rider has told him that he cannot play with the weyrling dragons until they are a bit older and larger. Leiventh> Shaylar turns back to Gruvfeath and attacks an itchy spot until Gruv drops his wing, thwaping Shaylar firmly on the head and making her fall on her backside in the shallow water. She groans and flails around a bit before reaching up a hand to her head, leaving sand in her hair. "Gruv! Be more careful where you put those things," she says with a groan. The dragonet creels his apology, dipping his head a bit in embarrassment. His remorse lasts only as long as it takes for Shaylar to drop her hand from her head. Then he turns and examines Rachiel. Leiventh> Leiventh appears, sans rider. The bronze dragonet's movements are lumberingly awkward still, but he still somehow manages to outpace R'hin. A delighted warble greets his fellow clutchmate as he heads for the lake. Leiventh> Oenoneth Walks to the larea close to Verenth but instead of settling down onto the sand she slips into the water with a happy warble. "Either, or," is R'hin's response, running a hand through his hair, though it doesn't do all that much to tame the scruffy appearance. His eyes shift, sidelong, looking after his departed lifemate. "I'd best..." he trails off, and doesn't bother finishing the thought, instead turning to speed his steps in the dragon's wake. You wander towards the lake shore. 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 mostly hidden between scattered grey clouds. It is raining lightly. There is a light breeze that ripples across the lake. Contents: Oenoneth Verenth Leiventh Rachiel Gruvfeath Shaylar Obvious exits: LAke Pond Diving Cliff Bowl Shalyn strolls over from the eastern side of the bowl. Shalyn has arrived. Shalyn wanders over to the brush barrel and grabs a long handled brush and tries to bend over to get a bucket of sand before quickly straightening up and cursing at herself. "Can someone lend me a hand please?" she asks no one inparticular. Rachiel looks in Shalyn's direction and walks over to her, "What do you need?" Verenth peers over from afar, eyes whirling. Shalyn rests her hand on her now growing belly, "I could use a hand with the soapsand bucket and if you wouldn't mind helping me scrub Oenoneth?" Shaylar gets up from the water and wobbles a bit, blinking as if seeing double and trying to fix it. Then she catches her balance and glances back to see that the lakeshore has gotten crowded. She waves at R'hin and Leiventh with a half smile and after a moment remembers to salute Shalyn, "AFternoon, ma'am." Eventually, R'hin makes an appearance, although not exactly a grand one. He's looking tired and barely awake, hair askew as if roused recently from deep sleep. His steps slow somewhat as eyes focus on Leiventh, not quite to the water yet. With an abrupt grin, he sheds his shirt, boots, and socks, dumping them on a nearby rock, before heading for the shallows of the lake. "Hi, Rachiel," he greets as he passes her, Leiventh and his steps in a eerily matching sequence as they enter the water. "Hey, Shaylar, Gruvfeath," he adds with a grin for the other weyrling pair. "Let me guess, water's freezing?" Shalyn smiles and returns Shaylar's salute, "Afternoon weyrling. Giving Gruvfaeth a scrub?" Verenth flips his tail, then glances across the bowl where his rider is (somewhere) in the maze which is the Weyr. Oh, to be a young dragon again (as if he could remember) and be bathed and oiled and hand fed... Rachiel nods and picks up the sandsoap bucket, "I've got nothing else to do." She waves to R'hin before walking over to the water, and waits there for Shalyn. Shaylar sighs, "Water's not that bad. Refreshing after a the exercises this morning." As she speaks, Gruvfeath warbles a cheerful greeting to Oenoneth and Verenth while splashing playfully in the water with his short little tail. Shaylar is, of course, soaked by the mini wall of water, as well as anyone within a ten meter radius. Shaylar braces herself and rolls her eyes before answering Shalyn, "Its nice to scrub before we oil. It gets rid of any patchy spots." Shalyn smiles, "Oh, thank you Rachiel, you're a dear. Let me just call Oenoneth." She looks towards the lake and shortly a green head emerges from the water. Eventually she makes her way to the beach and stands clear of the sand on all fours. Shalyn takes off her shirt and leaves it on a bench, leaving her wearing just her bra and trousers. Her pregnant state is now obvious not concealed by a maternity shirt. Her and Rachiel start to Scrub down the stout little green. "So how are things in the barracks? Still getting used to your lifemates?" she asks the weyrlings. Verenth heaves himself to his feet and starts to wade out into the lake. He dips his head and thusts it underwater (with most of his body still above the surface). Bubbles start to pop. Leiventh makes somewhat of a beeline for Gruvfeath, which means that he has to cut across R'hin's path beside him. The movement, it would seem, is deliberate, given there's a hefty shoulder nudge involved that results in R'hin being dumped into the water. The sharp intake of breath that follows suggests that 'refreshing' is certainly one word for it. "You must be more used to the cold than I," the bronze weyrling adds, mock-scowling after Leiventh, whose watching Gruvfeath's demonstration with interest. "No!" comes R'hin's vehement protest. Of course, he's soaked by Gruvfeath's wall of water regardless. "Don't you -dare- try to outdo him." Pushing dripping hair back from his forehead, he casts a glance towards Shaylar. "You get -used- to them?" wryly. Shalyn giggles, "Once you get to know them yes." Leiventh> Gruvfeath senses Leiventh confides, « R'hin was dreaming of women in white uniforms. Is that normal? » Verenth continues to blow bubbles, stops, raises his head for a gulp of air, then returns to his personal game. Oenoneth twitches as she watches Verenth have fun while she is scrubbed, her rider is not quite as fast as she normally is, "Easy for you to day you green layabout, _you_ don't lay eggs. Ask Lhiannonth what it's like and then you'll know why I can't move as fast as usual." she says while finishing scrubbing one flank before working on the wings. Shaylar sighs softly and grins at R'hin, "Yeah, eventually. Gruvfeath, stop, please. No, I didn't need a shower...okay, I did say that, but I'm quite refreshed enough. I promise." She says, addressing her dragonet in several varying tones ranging from stern to exasperated and finally amused. Gruvfeath is not being scrubbed at the moment, so he takes his weyrling's words as permission to do something else. Like wading over to see what Verenth is doing. His wings trail behind him in the water as he moves, and his head bobs back and forth to some internal beat. It stills when he reaches Verenth. He sticks his own head under the water to see what the deal is. "I -know- him already," is R'hin's rather sharp, pointed response as he turns back towards Leiventh. Settling deeper into the water - though still not far enough out to be completely submerged - Leiventh snorts faintly. "Okay -you- stay out of this," R'hin adds, though in a decidedly softer tone. Wading towards the shore, he picks up some of the sweetsand there before returning to the dragon's side, leaning into him as he scrubs heavily. Leiventh> You sense Gruvfeath, « I don't know. My Shaylar dreams of short, four legged creatures running across a field. She was riding on its back and seemed happy. They didn't have wings though. Not dragons. » Verenth raises his head from the water to peer down at the weyrling dragon. His rider told him he couldn't play with them...but this one has come to him. He twitches his tail, wades out a bit deeper, looks over his wing, then sticks his head under again to make more bubbles. Some are big bubbles. Some are small bubbles. Sometimes it looks like an eruption has gone off, only to be replaced by a bubble every few slow seconds. Fun. Leiventh> Gruvfeath senses Leiventh sounds interested, thoughtful. « Are they edible? » he muses. Shalyn chuckles, "You'd be amazed how much you've still to learn about him. The deeper your bond grows the more you'll understand. Heck it never really stops. Oenoneth still surprise me at times. Don't you love?" she says scritching her lifemate's eyebrow ridges. "Go ahead, go and play." The green warbles happily and bounds for the water erupting the shoreline in a spray of bubbles and waves. Gruvfeath brings his head out of the water and makes a rumbly, interested noise as he watches Verenth. Some of the particularly spectacular bubbles make Gruv jump a bit, wings mantling in surprise. He tilts his head a bit and then ducks his head under again to try it himself. Instead of bubbles appearing, the dragon appears again abruptly, sputtering. Shaylar whirls around and after a split second look of panic, she realizes the problem and actually laughs, "Exhale, not inhale, Gruvy." Leiventh> You sense Gruvfeath ponders, « I think, maybe. My Shaylar showed me the place with the big, slow four legged creatures that our bigger cousins eat. They look lots alike. » Verenth floats his head to the surface, neck kinked, to blink at Gruvfeath. Eyes whirl, and the blue appears to be vaguely amused (as such can be told with a dragon's expression) at the young dragon's attempt. Nope, water cannot be breathed. However, one can make lovely noises with it. Sinking the rest of his body in the water, Verenth now looks something like a large, blue crocodile. He starts to exhale loudly, spraying water around. The look R'hin bestows on Shalyn is not nice, and judging from his posture, he's distinctly unhappy about something. "Shouldn't you be... I don't know, making tiny shoes or something? Isn't it enough that I got a sevenday of chores -and- a talking to from your Wingleader?" Leiventh rumbles, and as if only just remembering, he resumes scrubbing. "As for you, why are you thinking about food? I just fed you..." he trails off, brow furrowed. Leiventh, for his part, seems to be watching Gruvfeath and Verenth, dropping his muzzle briefly under the water, though he doesn't appear to be trying the trick himself. Leiventh> Gruvfeath senses Leiventh borrows the thought, and the image, from your head, rolling it around in his own. « We should eat those, » he decides, and in his own thoughts, both he and you are much, much bigger than the creatures. « Or take some with us to eat later. » Shaylar is watching her dragon play and misses most of R'hin's words to Shalyn. The tone is evident, however, and she tilts one ear towards the pair, her eyebrows furrowed a bit. She continues watching her dragonet, however. Gruvfeath is watching Verenth again. He drops his broad muzzle into the water and blows out a deep breath. He gets an explosion, alright. And he forgets to come back up before he breaths in again and more sputtering occurs. Verenth snorts, which produces even more spray. He swishes his tail around in encouragement to his ring of admirers. Bubble blowing is a /very/ important dragon skill, after all. He continues to demonstrate technique. Leiventh> You sense Gruvfeath considers this and sounds incredibly interested, « We could bring them back to the barracks and share them. How do you think we should catch them? » Leiventh> Gruvfeath senses Leiventh seems to think that's obvious, « We are dragons. They must obey us! » Leiventh> You sense Gruvfeath snorts softly and then blinks, distracted momentarily by his bubble blowing efforts before he answers back, « Obey? Like do what we say? Why? » Gruvfeath dips his head again and this time, actually manages a small bubble. He comes up again, this time without sputtering, and BUGLES his excitment. Oh yeah, look a me! I blew bubbles, oh yeah. Leiventh> Gruvfeath senses Leiventh is surprised, and a little confused, « Because. Should they not do what we say? They are smaller than us. » Shalyn furrows her brow, "You know R'hin I was going to apologize to you for that, despite my own punishment. But now you can give my compliments to the weyrlingmasters and ask for a lecture on proper ways to address a rider, and be sure to tell them exactally what you just said to me." Leiventh> You sense Gruvfeath pauses at that reasoning, « I suppose that makes sense. But, my Shaylar is smaller than me. If I don't obey her, sometimes she gets angry. I don't like her to be angry. » Exhaling sharply, R'hin barks a laugh out at the greenrider's words. "You were going to apologise? When? After you received the written invitation? I didn't see you even bringing it up until -I- did. Ma'am." The title is drawled out deliberately, and he adds a salute for good measure, spraying water a little in the process. "I'll tell them," he agrees, "How I insulted you by suggesting you should make shoes. For the child you're going to have. I'm sure they'll be very upset on your behalf." Leiventh seems distracted, though he's not unaware of R'hin's agitation, if the slight nudge of his shoulder into the young man's legs is any indicator. Verenth finishes his water bubble technique, then moves only a more advance course in dragonship.... He sucks in a big breath through his nose, holds it for a moment, then belches underwater. There is decent explosion and definitely an interesting smell. It is something only dragons and teen-age boys would appreciate. Leiventh> Gruvfeath senses Leiventh is puzzled by that, mulling it over briefly, distracted from the grand plan of theirs. « R'hin gets angry too, but not at me. Usually at others. » Shaylar is definitely amused by her dragon's antics, but that furrow is still on her forehead at the conversation behind her. She doesn't say anything, or even look. She's not eavesdropping...nooooo.... Gruvfeath watches the underwater belch technique with a great deal of interest. He lets out a decent belch outside the water and then chortles to himself. He ducks his head underwater and tries it. No explosion, just a rather nice bubble that rises slowly and then pops. Hmmm...not quite as smelly as Verenth's. Leiventh> You sense Gruvfeath's mindtone is a bit confused, « At other people? My Shaylar rarely gets angry at other people. Sometimes she's angry at me. Sometimes at me when I do something she says will make me hurt myself. She knows more than me, I guess. » Verenth seems to approve of Gruvfeath's attempt. Practice will make perfect. He demonstrates again. Shalyn says "Good things come to he who waits weyrling. You may be older than me but that doesn't give you the right to talk down to. So since you insist on being rude about it. Yes I apologize for slapping you, it was wrong of me. But not for the double laps I'll be requesting Amilin to assign you. Now control yourself weyrling, or weren't you listening to the lecture on emotions and your dragonet?" Leiventh> Gruvfeath senses Leiventh disputes that, pointing out, « You know what she knows. She knows what you know. I steal R'hin's memories all the time. I don't think he notices. » "Yes, because you're really one to listen to on controlling your emotions, ma'am?" R'hin's tone is deliberately mocking, noticeable despite the fact he has his back to Shalyn, tending to Leiventh. "As for talking down to people who are younger - that seems to be the example that's being set for me. I can only follow my illustrious role models." The threat of laps doesn't seem to phase him at all. Shaylar wades out of the water and settles on a rock to watch Gruvfeath closely. She's looking a bit tired but manages to sit as Gruv practices his bubbly belching for a bit. Her eye flit back towards R'hin and Shalyn a time or two, but never for long. Gruvfeath finally manages a nice sized eruption (for a dragonet, which is nothing like the size of Verenth's) and he trumpets his pride, splashing happily with his wings, head turning to look at Shaylar. She grins and claps, "Uh, impressive? Sure, Gruv, impressive." Leiventh> You sense Gruvfeath sounds very confused this time, « If what he knows, you know and what you know, he knows, then doesn't that mean he knows you know his memories? » Then he makes a mental sound of distress, « My Shaylar is upset by your rider. She thinks he's being a dim-glow. What's a dim-glow? » Verenth sits up on his haunches, shedding water, to congratulate Gruvfeath for his performance. He has no interest in the rider and weyrling exchanging words on the beach because that is a people thing. He drops back to all fours again and submerges once more, this time nearly all the way (except part of his wings and the ridge of his back). His eyes whirls underwater and almost seem to glow. His tail swishes slowly, making a small wake. Shalyn says "I never said I was the paragon of patience, weyrling. But my lifemate is full grown, yours is in his most formative stage of development, if you care nothing for yourself then care about him. As for being talked down to, I don't know what you've been experiencing but as a weyrling you are now the lowest ranking resident in the weyr. You had better adjust quickly or you're going to have a miserable 4 years ahead of you." Leiventh> Gruvfeath senses Leiventh has the mental equivalent of cross-eye syndome at the explanation. At your distress, he's soothingly apologetic. « We did not mean to upset yours, » the bronze offers. Oenoneth pops up from the middle of the lake with a muzzle full of water, before you can say *between* she sends a spray of water towards Verenth. Gruvfeath watches the bigger dragon with great excitement. This new trick, he just manages to slap the water continually. See, he knows the 'Move water with your trail' trick really good! In the middle of his splashing trick, however, Shaylar calls him in for an oiling. He trudges out of the water reluctantly. R'hin's lips thin briefly, and he looks like he's about to make a retort when his attention goes to Leiventh, abruptly. Brow furrowed, he stares at the dragon for a long moment with that glaze-eyed expression of communication, before slowly glancing after Shaylar. Eyes guarded, he exhales and, wonder of wonders, bites his tongue, concentrating on scrubbing Leiventh's hide. Leiventh> To you, Leiventh observes, « You upset Gruvfeath and his. You should not alienate -everyone- here, R'hin. » Verenth doesn't get much wetter from the green, mostly because he is as wet as he can get due to being underwater. He pops his head up long enough to wrinkle his muzzle at Oenoneth, then sinks down again, this time all the way. He then swiftly rises to his haunches and launches a wingful of water at the green, momentarily forgetting that the younger dragons are nearby. Shalyn says "I was 12 when I went through weyrling training. I made it through it, so can you. And if you ever need someone to talk to, or if you have any questions you'll find every rider here will understand what you're going thorough." Shalyn warbles playfully as she slips below the waves and surfaces next to Verenth only to be caught by his wingfull of water while making an attempt to bowl him over in a dunking. Oenoneth warbles playfully as she slips below the waves and surfaces next to Verenth only to be caught by his wingfull of water while making an attempt to bowl him over in a dunking. Verenth snorts. He is King of the Lake Shore. Until a larger dragon comes along, which is likely soon as he isn't exactly an overlarge blue. He momentarily poses rampant, before dropping down to all fours again with a big splash. Oenoneth rewards Verenth's posturing with another spray of water aimed in his direction before diving below the waves coyly. So, biting his tongue didn't last that long, and R'hin can't help himself at Shaylar's words. "When I was twelve I walked three miles in snow just to find lunch," his tone lacks any trace of mocking, but the words themselves make it fairly obvious. "You -really- are completely oblivious, aren't you, ma'am?" he says this in a wonderingly bemused tone. The water propelled by Verenth splashes down over him and Leiventh both, cutting off any further comments. Spluttering, R'hin quickly checks on Leiventh, who recovers swiftly enough, one hand to the dragon's hide as he stares at Verenth. "Be careful!" he snaps, angry, protective, inserting himself between his dragon and the older ones, as if that'll be of any use - another huge wave comes crashing down on them. Shalyn giggles before remembering her ire, "I might say the same thing about you weyrling, but since you insist... oblivious to what?" Verenth eyes the green as she dives away, perhaps lingering on her tail as it gives one last flick before disappearing. There is a reason why his rider told him to not play with the younger dragons until they are bigger, as is shown as he doesn't seem to realize that he has practically swamped several of the nearer ones. Oh well, they will recover. He blinks, then stretches his wings over his head before wading up to shore. He, King of the Lake Shore, plops His Majesty's self down onto the sands and starts to roll, coating himself liberally in the scratchy stuff. His rider will have a fit later, but that will be later and this is now. Leiventh, once the next wave has past, snorts out some water, eyelids blinking open as the waves finally subside. R'hin's eyes are fixed on Verenth with a scowl, only relaxing once the blue departs the water. Attention shifts immediately towards Leiventh, but the bronze seems fine. Despite that, R'hin gestures towards the shore, sticking close by his lifemate as they wade out of the water. "I shouldn't like to insult you by point out your many faults, ma'am. That would be -disrespectful-, and I already have many laps in my future. Now, if you don't mind, I'd best get Leiventh back to the barracks, where he's not likely to be drowned by the carelessness of other rider's dragons." His tone is arrogant and protective both. Shalyn says, "Well speaking from one oblivious person to another I hope you overcome your faults before you alienate the entire weyr. Have a good night, weyrling." her own tone suggests that perhaps he is not worth of that particular title. Pausing only long enough to collect his clothes, R'hin heads towards the bowl, one hand hovering close to Leiventh's side at all times. Though he undoubtedly hears Shalyn's words, he deliberately ignores them. You wander north towards the main bowl area. Leiventh moves away from the lake shore, back to the main bowl. Leiventh has arrived. You walk into the weyrling barracks. |
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