Logs:Real Dragons
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| RL Date: 7 November, 2015 |
| Who: Jocelyn, Pia |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After Luishaeth's first hunt, two weyrlings catch up during dragon bathing. |
| Where: Dragon Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 18, Month 3, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Irianke/Mentions, T'gar/Mentions |
| Pia's Luishaeth was one of the lucky members of Niahvth's clutch who, this morning, was allowed to take down her own breakfast. That this was not a quick and easy transaction is plain to see now: Pia stands in the water of the dragon pool up to her knees, battling against bloodstains that have somehow made it all over her midwinter sea-coloured green. Luishaeth doesn't seem especially bothered by it all; indeed, Pia can be heard to say, "But silly, you do need to be clean. It'll smell, otherwise, and it's kind of gross. Just let me get in there and scrub." Jocelyn is still pushing something crumbly into her mouth and crumpling a napkin into one of her pockets as she and Aidavanth enter from the bowl. At the redhead's low, "Go on, then, " the little gold carefully picks her way into the pool as her partner wipes her hands and sets to rolling up her trouser legs before joining her. Despite radiating a cheery satiety, Aidavanth's still distracted by the bloodstains on the almost-month-older dragon, eyes picking up speed as she reaches out with a politely curious ping: How was the experience? "She looks like she rolled in her meal." That's Jocelyn to Pia, tone mild enough on the tail end of the other's entreaty, accompanied by a wry, if thin smile. Luishaeth liked the blood; she liked the way it rushed and flowed. That was nice. Even her usual grumpiness is tempered by this experience, though she's still not terribly enthused by this whole scrubbing thing. Water? Water is perfect. Scrubbing? Meh. "I think she pretty much did by the end!" Pia says, turning to grin at the other weyrling; plainly, it's done nothing to ruin her mood. "But it was pretty amazing too, you know? Like she was a real dragon. And now I don't have to cut it up for her anymore, so that's fun, but sad, too. She's not a baby anymore. I bet you'll be glad for it, though. Aidavanth must eat heaps." Blood, flowing. That apparently appeals to some part of Aidavanth, who files away a little echo of that satisfaction for further study. She's content to hold still as her bath begins and simply share her enjoyment of the warm swish of water, the gentle friction of bristled brush against burnished hide; scrubbing can feel good, too! Jocelyn tries to mask a smile behind pursed lips for Pia's exuberance, but it's still there in her voice even as her focus remains on her own lifemate. With a little sniff, "Of course she's a real dragon." Still, there's a considering glance for the green while she works her way down Aidavanth's already longer length. "It'll be nice to not have to play kitchen assistant for her, " agrees the older weyrling. "She has a very healthy appetite." It's matter-of-fact, a bit resigned for the growth present and yet to come that proves it. "It doesn't really seem fair," Pia opines, after a moment's pause. "That just because Lui-- yes, yes, Luishaeth-- is older, she's allowed to do these things first. If even the littlest greens in my clutch are considered old enough and big enough, why shouldn't the bigger dragons in your clutch be allowed to?" As ever, she's unbothered by Jocelyn's sniff, and seems genuinely sympathetic for the rest. Luishaeth gives a reluctant little wiggle, but bows beneath the force of Pia's efforts to get her scrubbed; just quietly, she notes towards Aidavanth, wordless but still clearly expressed, sometimes it's simply easier to let them think they've won. "I'm sure that they have their reasons." It's a distracted reply, as the redhead pauses in her scrubbing to grab another little handful of sand and rub it into a lather, massaging the exfoliant down one orange-gold shoulder. "I can't decide if she'll have an easier time of it with her size to help her, or, " a nod to those lanky limbs that are still not quite in proportion with the body to which they belong. Well. More briskly, "We'll just have to see how it goes." Aidavanth shifts obligingly to allow Jocelyn to more easily reach both front and back of each leg, floating amusement Luishaeth's way. Perhaps it is, sometimes, but there's the sense that she and hers negotiate in pushes and pulls on the occasions where they don't agree - and that, too, can be satisfying in its own way. The look Pia gives Jocelyn suggests she finds that easy acceptance of what, to her, seems rather more like an injustice perplexing. But she's far too cheerful to let it faze her, and simply shrugs, going back to the anchor-like weight of Luishaeth's tail which has-- somehow!-- also gotten filthy. "I don't think any of them were good at it," is what she says, instead. "Falling all over each other. But I expect she'll probably be good eventually. She's such a pretty colour, your Aidavanth. Not that Lui's not, but--" Luishaeth snorts into the water, sending out more ripples. « I like to play with her, » she comments. « And she plays back, but different. Silly girl. » Perhaps to Jocelyn, there's no injustice here; the weyrlingmasters must know how to raise baby dragons better than they do, after all. As she circles Aidavanth to continue her efforts on the dragon's other side, there's an assessing sort of noise, another glance for the greenrider. "Eventually." Cautious though her concurrence is, her expression warms briefly for the compliment as she returns her attention to her washing. "They make such an odd pair of contrasts, don't they." It's probably meant to be a returned compliment for Luishaeth, given the little nod she aims the green's way. "She's aesthetically appealing, herself. I don't think I've seen many quite so dark." « Playing is enjoyable, » Aidavanth agrees pleasantly, leaning her head down just enough to blow ripples back to her classmate. « I have to work my games into our studies to get her to play, » she confides. « She humors me, but I can tell that she also enjoys them. » The gentle stroke Pia gives her green says more than her words about the intensity of her affection; for once, it's something she doesn't need to say. "They do. I mean, I know they're not siblings, but then, there's such a difference between even the dragons within each clutch. How two dragons can create such very different other dragons!" The thought plainly pleases Pia, who gives Luishaeth a solid rub of the headknobs as if for emphasis. « I think Pia expects all of life to be a game, and there are times... but she tries. Perhaps she and yours ought to meet in the middle. But then... they would not be themselves, would they? » Jocelyn disappears briefly under an unfurled wing, eventually emerging with moisture stains darkening patches on her shoulders and down her shirt. "Some of them hardly seem related." Her nose wrinkles into an unsubtle grimace. "I don't know if any of the others talk as much as this one, " with a thumb pointing over her shoulder at the dragon in question, "but I'm glad she's an easy one with which to communicate. Some in my class have to put up with deciphering - less than pleasant sensations to find out what's being said." Or not, as the case may be. « Their differences would give them some balance, » considers Aidavanth thoughtfully. But - « No, they wouldn't be themselves. Certainly not the same as the partners we chose when we did. » And as her lifemate retreats from the water, the gold wades in deeper, enough to swim through the swirling warmth and rinse at least some of the suds from her bright hide. "I've seen," says Pia, and something in her tone suggests she finds this a dismaying concept altogether. "Luishaeth's not always nice when she talks to me, but at least she talks. I know what she means... even when what she means isn't actually what she says." The green, too, is finally beginning to look clean, and now, seems quite determined to stay in the water at all costs. Lessons, classes? Pft. « No, indeed. And we chose them for a reason. » That much, Luishaeth is sure of. Exactly what that reason is or was... « She will call me out, soon. And I shall be stubborn. » "That is an advantage of being in each other's heads, I suppose, " Jocelyn admits, straightening her pants while stuffing her feet back into her boots. "Not having to explain ourselves." And that pleases her, if the lighter note in her tone is anything to go by. Aidavanth lingers some minutes more before starting for the edge of the pool, carefully climbing out with a look snaked back for determined Luishaeth. « We, » being she and Jocelyn, « have reading to do before the afternoon, » even if there's the sense that there's probably a nap in there somewhere for her, too. There's a subtle weight just behind the words, a question in the wake of the other's bullheadedness: Don't she and Pia also have somewhere to be, water's warmth notwithstanding? Luishaeth is reluctant to listen to her not-sister; reluctant to acknowledge that one's logic. Still, she's not wrong. And so, a few moments later, the dark green reluctantly begins to pad her way out of the water towards her waiting (and approving) rider. "That's pretty much it!" agrees Pia, cheerfully. "I'll see you later, okay?" Soon. Because Luishaeth will be ready... soon. |
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