Logs:Sibling Sympathy
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| RL Date: 14 November, 2015 |
| Who: Aidavanth, Zaisyreth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Two dragons share concerns and talk while their weyrlings do not. |
| Where: Dragon Brains |
| When: Day 11, Month 4, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
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| While Jocelyn has reported to dinner with the other weyrlings, Aidavanth has taken advantage of the time apart to stretch her legs, long and careful stride carrying her down the length of the bowl to ultimately settle not far from the entrance to the lower caverns. It isn't uncommon for her to use the dinner hour to socialize with peers and new acquaintances alike; so it is that she turns her attention to Zaisyreth, even as her rider ends up setting her plate and glass across from Silva. « Did you hunt today? » She's been at it for just over a seven, but there's an eagerness in her query, a wish to share in that delight with her sibling. (To Zaisyreth from Aidavanth) The last few weeks there has been an undercurrent of always-hungry in Zaisyreth's mind, a hunger he attempted to hide with good humor and boundless patience. But now, now there is NO HUNGER. There shadow has been banished in the bright sunshine of Zaisyreth's prairie, and there is nothing wrong in the world whatsoever. « Yes! » And because he likes to share he'll even give his sibling a blow-by-blow view of hunting. « It was kind of the creature to give its life so that I may live. Have you satisfied your hunger? » He's truly concerned for her welfare. (To Aidavanth from Zaisyreth) To Zaisyreth, Aidavanth is nothing short of delighted for the lack of shadows, echoing the blue's satiety with her own sensation from earlier that day. « Yes, » she repeats, enjoying the recap; if dragons could smile, she'd be beaming warmly at him. « It's delicious, isn't it? » All of that freshness, the warmth, that something that danced just out of their reach from meals provided by others, however lovingly. « I ate well, » she's quick to assure him, « and now it's their turn. » There's a flash of an image: a plate, from Jocelyn's view, half-finished, followed by a brief visual of Silva as the redhead looks briefly over at her. « I don't think that they enjoy their food in quite the same way that we enjoy ours, » she confides after a moment. « Jocelyn, at least, doesn't like her meat - fresh. » To Aidavanth, Zaisyreth « Soon we will be as proficient as the larger ones are. » When they come at it from the //sky//. The exercise seems to have done the blue some good, and he's fairly sparkling in his thoughts with pleasure. That is, until Aidavanth shows that flicker of Silva. He dims, just slight, as the picture shows Silva picking slowly at her food, and not actually eating. « No, Silva does not enjoy her meals the same way either. » Silva sits alone except for Jocelyn near-by, and hasn't lifted her eyes upwards to greet the gold rider. Impatience flutters on the periphery; Aidavanth is lanky, still awkward on the ground, but there's power waiting in muscles yet fully tried, an eagerness to unfurl those broad, filmy wingsails and - she's not sure what being aloft feels like, but the concept of swooping down to her prey from the sky, well. That's appealing. Concern bubbles upward as Zaisyreth's sparkle dims while she examines again the image of not-eating Silva. « She doesn't look like she's enjoying much at the moment, » she observes, but it's gentle. « How is she? » (To Zaisyreth from Aidavanth) If someone wasn't looking closely it would look like Silva is eating. She's moving food from one place on her plate to another, the fork lifting and lowering again. Her hair has grown out just enough to create a cover for her eyes, so it's hard to pin down her expresion. There's a deep sigh from Zaisyreth, « She says it's okay and that I wouldn't understand. And I don't. I keep waiting for her to say something more, but she just gives me a hug and goes to get the oil. » (To Aidavanth from Zaisyreth) To Zaisyreth, Aidavanth considers this for a long moment, thoughts floating through their link as she tries to find a comparable experience from which to draw some comfort for the blue. « She loves you, » she says at last, warmly and clearly. « She doesn't want you to worry. » There's the sense that of course they will, anyway, followed by a shift in alertness; Jocelyn has apparently finished her meal and is about to leave. « They find it hard to talk. Sometimes, » she suggests, « it is easier for me to understand what she won't say if I listen to her dreams when we fall asleep. » To Aidavanth, Zaisyreth takes Aidavanth's suggestion seriously, planting it deeply within the rich soil below so it can blossom fully. « She doesn't sleep very well. » Which probably accounts for the amount of make-up Silva's wearing these days - and the time she has to put it on! « Yours comes out? » A question, but more of an assumption as Zaisyreth pulls back from the conversation with a mental hug, « Maybe we can hunt together tomorrow. » Beacause that would pretty much be the most fun Zaisyreth has had since breaking shell. To Zaisyreth, Aidavanth brightens in a flash of joy before she politely directs that more to her lifemate as the pair reunites in the bowl, affection warm for her brother, for his suggestion. « I would enjoy that enormously. Let's plan for it. » And with a soft brush in return for that hug, she withdraws. |
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