Logs:Plateaued
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| RL Date: 10 May, 2014 |
| Who: A'rist, Alida |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: A plateau half a world away is easy to see from on high. |
| Where: Plateau, Southern Continent |
| When: Day 1, Month 10, Turn 34 (Interval 10) |
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| Plateau, Southern Continent It's not that the plateau isn't easy to spot from above. What plateau isn't? It's not that Lythronath thinks he's the only dragon to ever have seen it. How could he be? It's the timing that makes it his, the timing that has him the biggest (and currently, only) dragon here and now. A'rist has been allowed to dismount, and is walking slowly, scuffing at grazed grass with his boots. Lythronath is sniffing as he stalks about, occasionally leaving deep gouges in the earth with his powerful hind legs. This hunting ground? Lythronath's. Of course this (and other) plateaus have been seen...and even visited before. Perhaps further proof of this is not only the entrance of a rocky-blue dragon from Between about 500 feet above said plateau, but the ample suggestions of a more human presence both Lythronath and A'rist might find while stalking atop it. There's old lumber piled at various points that might trace out a rough square when seen from above, as well as some dotted stands of wild fruit trees found here and there...their ragged trunks shored up by heavy stakes bearing crooks. Down, down the blue dragon swirls, his blue eyes contemplating the dragonpair below, while his rider finds her lips twitching once as what she thought was rather private has become a discovery to some other 'Reachian. Not just a discovery. This is a claim. Lythronath pauses the clawing of a gouge midway, the moment he senses that other dragon, just as Ilicaeth appears.. Instead, those big hind legs straddle the scar he's making. Tail swinging behind him for balance, he lifts his front legs as he cranes that massive head upward, and roars his presence. A'rist leaves off from his kicking at the grass, looking up with a sort of quite calm, brown eyes alert, his own stance one of waiting. Ilicaeth and Alida both know Lythronath's habits, and so when the bronze roars, the blue simply rumbles his own hint of humor, his tough form soon backwinging about 100 yards away from the more human of the group...which puts them near one of those piles of lumber. While Ilicaeth slowly tucks his wings to his sides, his lifemate slides down from the blue's neck to grassy dirt, a measuring look directed over at A'rist for some moments before 'lida simply bobs her plaited head once to him, and then moves directly to the lumber, proceeding to inspect it closely. A'rist, unlike Lythronath, has made no claim here. His has been straight curiosity and a willingness to indulge his lifemate. He simply watches the bluerider, head canted to one side, quiet. Lythronath is also quiet following that first exchange, though the swinging of his tail has not stopped, and his head has begin to bob slowly, bouncing back and forth as he watches. Comet-streaked wingtips flick at nothing. He watches. For now. Ilicaeth appears about as untroubled as a granite boulder, the craggy blue looking all about with slowly whirling aqua gaze, though he's always cognizant of where Lythronath is, and what the bestial bronze is up to. For now, he simply settles to his haunches some while Alida continues to pace off the small pile of lumber as she inspects it, the woman occasionally crouching down on light feet to poke at something in the wood. Once, she even grunts lightly while rolling one long pole off of another. A'rist might observe the green-eyed guard also giving him the occasional flick of her glance; keeping track of him, as well. There's no vocalisation, but Lythronath snaps his teeth, just once, before he heads back to his scraping. The trench is elongated, more clearly a trench made than one occurring by accident. All the while, one whirling eye is kept on the blue. A'rist, after a time, takes a step toward the woman, another, and then one sidelong, to get a better view of her work. He meets her glance when he can catch it in time. He also doesn't interrupt, overtly. If Ilicaeth could look blase, he'd appear such as he eyeballs those possessive movements of the bronze's. Yeah yeah...ho-hum. Right now, he's playing sentinel while his other half is kind-of busy at her inspection, his surroundings analyzed like only a cop or warrior would. In the meantime, Alida dusts off hands on her tough, brown trousers as she rises from her work, her next destination apparently the nearest stand of those wild fruit trees. All senses alert, she can't help but take notice of A'rist falling into step with her in his own time and fashion, and he'll see as he oggles the loose pile of wood that the one stripped log she moved off the others is starting to rot, while the others are still sound, if weathered. Over her shoulder is clipped off, "Like it?" That bronze completes his work and starts moving, wings tucking back faintly, though his head never stops its slow bobbing. Talons plant and push and bring him around, a slow circle that slices away at the distance between Ilicaeth and himself, without rightly coming at the blue. A few more steps, and he stops, and snaps his teeth once more. Surely, clawing will follow. "You building a cabin?" A'rist answers back, pithy. Yes...he seems to know this would come. Looking as permanent as the rock his hide color mimics, Ilicaeth simply...sits there, like an alert bump on a figurative log as he gazes around in blithe fashion, the smaller dragon even giving a quick yawn, at some point. Lythronath's snapping of his trap calls forth nothing more than an idle belch from the blue, his sides hiccuping slightly with the force of it. On the more human side of things, Alida answers A'rist with a laconic, "Nah." When she reaches the nearest fruit tree, the state of its propping board is inspected, as well as the general look of the pear tree itself. There's hints of marks upon the thick bark where wild cattle and other beasts have likely marked the tree with horns or claws, but it looks healthy enough. There's even a few pieces of slightly over-ripe fruit hanging heavily from upper branches, the rest already consumed by wandering wildlife. Casually, 'lida inquires of the bronzer, "What brought ya here?" "Lythronath," A'rist answers, without hesitation. Lythronath, who is gouging the flesh of the ground again, gouging, and then stops, and lifts his head, wings spreading just faintly. A'rist, too, looks away from Alida, toward whatever sound or sight or smell that has his dragon on alert. After a beat, though the bronze is still at the ready, "He knows the signs of a herd when he sees them." "Ahh..." Alida notes quietly, her lips touched with hints of a smirk-grin as the source of the other pairs' presence is offered. Ilicaeth notes the scent and sounds of that herd as well, the blue's nostrils flaring as he sucks in a testing breath of air. The wild herd is milling around the base of the plateau right now, but are refusing to climb up, given the presence of dragons upon it. "Yeah... they drift up here sometimes. A little more protected than the plains, trees down there, in its own way." The woman moves somewhat away from the tree, her gaze flicking from A'rist over to her lifemate, who soon sluggishly slumps forward from his squat, and lumbers over at his own pace towards the humans, Ilicaeth careful not to squish anyone or anything. Soon enough, the blue is carefully reaching out and gently shaking the twisted main trunk of the tree just enough to cause those small, leftover fruits to fall to the ground, amidst various leaves and grasses. Lythronath snorts out the air he'd brought on, scents the winds again. A low rumble sounds in his throat as Ilicaeth takes his leave. The bronze matches the pace of the smaller dragon, moving slowly and deliberately, into the space only just vacated. Still paying mind to the herd below, he tears a strip from the ground with one talon. This place, too, is now his. A'rist takes one step back, his hands finding his pockets, a bit of an adolescent slouch overtaking his posture. "Why have the wood up here then?" Fruits: ignored. Ilicaeth knows what Lythronath's up to, and the blue is still slightly amused by the bronze's possessiveness, his breath chuffing out above the tree he's shaking. Once the fruit's down, he slowly regains all fours, soon settling down upon his belly into a loose semi-circle right beside the humans. They and Lythronath, and the sights around them receive his thoughtful inspection as he lazes in the warm sun. Alida is stepping forward once her blue's settled, swooping like a falcon to nab up those four fruits - which are now slightly bruised - tossing two of them to the hands-pocketing A'rist, then tucking into one of them, herself. Juices running around her lips, the blonde mumbles about her snack, "Fences. Keep the wildlife away from most uv the trees." A'rist is not expecting a share in the fruit, less a toss; he bobbles both, and retains only one. The second fruit is looked at, once, but the bronzerider does not stoop to pick it up. He's a bronzerider, after all. He probably only meant to catch the one in the first place. "Oh," isn't quite a neutral comment. He turns the fruit over in his hand, inspecting it. His bronze gives another snort, and lowers his head to its usual level, continuing on the circuit, for all the movement for Ilicaeth's spot has changed the route somewhat. There's a bit of a quick smirk for A'rist's bobbling of the fruit, but it's quite temporary, Alida starting to pace away from the tree towards another one only 15 feet away... a redfruit. As she noms her fruit, the bluie notes over her shoulder, "Whatcha been up to, lately? Aside from explorin' plateaus." A'rist shrugs, tucking only one thumb, this time, into his pocket (lest he need a quick draw of that hand), and still not moving to bite into that fruit. "Exploring other places. When we've dealt with all the usual duties, of course. As best we can." The contrast that brought on the emphasis gets no elaboration. And he watches that bluerider, eyes not even moving for her dragon. She can't help but noting his lack of tucking into the fruit, and Alida notes dryly over her shoulder, "What; think I poisoned it?" A slightly wicked little grin fades away soon enough as she concentrates on re-righting the pair of thick stakes tethered to the redfruit tree to hold it more steadily upright. As for A'rist's slight emphasis on words, "Someone slackin' off, in yer mind?" Grunt, pull, shift, stomp. Just beyond them, Ilicaeth turns one of his large, blue eye's focus on to the young man. Watching him subtly. A'rist grinds his teeth a little, but shrugs. Lythronath digs fiercely into the ground, this time more for setting his feet than for scoring the ground. There's a guttural sort of noise issued, and another snap of his teeth. "Maybe it's not everyone has to work so hard as we do," isn't quite diplomatic, though it comes without too much in the way of acidity in the sound of it. She's spent every Turn since she was 7 training for her (former) job in many respects, so when A'rist's teeth grind, when Lythronath gutters out that sound, and his rider comments in acid fashion, Alida can't help but note such, and turn her gaze fully on the bronzer once again...the blonde's ministrations pausing for the moment. "Who? Why?" is asked point blank, the woman waiting for his response with almost a casual air, though her green eyes are focused. Now that his lifemate's watching again, Ilicaeth returns his focus to Lythronath, once again. And in answer? A'rist just puts on his best scowl, and crosses his arms over his chest, that fruit still grasped in one hand. Once the severity of his expression has drawn off some, with time: "You just come up here to play with fruit trees then?" "Suit'cherself..." Alida notes flatly, her shoulders shrugging before the woman moves to the second stake. Muttered, "I come up here ta remember..." She sounds almost as sere as he does, the bluie's features set, flat. Pause. "Yer turn." Since they're apparently playing twenty questions, or something akin to it. "I already told you why I'm up here," A'rist answers. His feet are moving now, in contrast to the stillness of his dragon's. The bronze lowers into a deeper crouch as his rider approaches, and snaps his teeth once more, in the teen's direction, though A'rist doesn't seem to mind in the least. "Whatever..." Alida mutters dourly as A'rist's feet move him away from her, and back towards his dragon, her focus mostly upon the work at hand. That chomp from Lynner earns a lift of her head to see what they're doing, but nothing else. If the bronzer is expecting some polite words of farewell...well, he'll be waiting a long time. It's Ilicaeth who offers up an almost companionable warble, and a silent « Have a good one... » to Lythronath. Chuckle. A'rist isn't waiting, though. He moves fluidly to his dragon, mounts in the same manner. Lythronath's leap chews up more dirt in his wake. It's a testament to A'rist's control to have them leave it all, to have the bronze at all contented to see all the scars he'd made surrounding the blue... but there's loyalty to be considered, and a Weyr waiting for them. |
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