Logs:Silver and Starlight
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| RL Date: 19 November, 2015 |
| Who: Ellerey, Quinlys |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Quinlys checks in with Ellerey; Olveraeth shares stars. |
| Where: Weyrlingmaster's Office, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 26, Month 4, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: C'ris/Mentions |
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| It's perhaps an hour after lessons finished for the afternoon when Olveraeth reaches, cautiously, for Virisceth. « My rider would like to speak to yours, » he says. « In the office. When she has a moment. » Inside the office, Quinlys sits resolutely at the far end of the table, leaning back in her chair in a somewhat desultory manner; she looks tired. Has the darkling green ever spoken to her rider yet, much less other dragons? It'll remain an unanswered question to Olveraeth, since Virisceth replies only in sensations and images: an unfurling darkness with a flash of wicked steel within, the cloying feeling of viscious fluid dripping from ceiling down to him. Oh, and a metallic sounding rumble that sounds more mechanical than organic. Hopefully that means the communication's been accepted, passed on. Give Ellerey a handful of minutes, and she's knocking on the door to the office, then entering quietly, the tall woman rubbing the last of the oil on her hands into her own forearms, on elbows. "Yes ma'am?" Elle inquires in curious fashion, her dark eyes just a little wary. It's a good thing Olveraeth's not bothered by non-verbal replies. He accepts Virisceth's for what it is, and then retreats; his own stars gleam and glitter in his wake, disappearing into the distance one by one as he departs. "Ellerey," says Quinlys, straightening and beckoning the weyrling in. "Come on in. You're not in trouble, I promise. It seemed like a good opportunity to catch up with you, that's all. How are things going?" Those stars of Ollie's: they're a draw to the coiled presence of the green lingering within his mind, the sense of Virisceth's looking up and out at them in cool curiosity rife within. There's a faint smirk glancing across Elle's mouth for reassurance of her not being in trouble, the weyrling adding in her deep alto, "Don't think I have much -time- to get in trouble." A sudden quirk of her short-short, dark head and a glazing of eyes for a long moment is followed by her, "'Scuse me. Virisceth finds Olveraeth's...uh, lights interesting." Beat. "If she...bothers him, please let me know." As for how things are going, well... "Moving forward slowly." She hopes. "I know we're a little behind most of the others, but..." Her hands gesture futiley upon the air before her. "We're taking it as we can." Olveraeth, surprised and pleased, forestalls his mental departure, letting that galaxy of his thoughts unfurl for the green. Stars, yes-- but also nebulae, colours swirling. "She's fine," Quinlys promises. "He's interested in her interest." The weyrling's answer seems to be something the bluerider approves of, for she gives a short, sharp nod of her head. "That's about as I expected. It does seem like you're making progress, at least, and I'm glad of that. Has the hunting helped?" Nebulae, gasses, colors...anything of the light is what keeps dark Virisceth interested, the green's primal mind uncoiling further, her odd sounds quieted, her steel and shadowed presence becoming more and more 'there' as she allows herself to approach Olveraeth's galactic show. Back in the office, Ellerey watches Quinlys for any sign of deflection or lies, and finally lets go a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. "I think enough of the others find her..." One word after another is abandoned as not quite the descriptor Elle would like to use, and she finally allows, "...disturbing. They don't linger." But Olveraeth does, which is perhaps why the woman offers a warm hint of a glance to the cavern beyond them, where the starry blue might lie. When Quinlys speaks again, the 'ling is focusing fully on the redhead, and nodding in quick agreement...though with the caveat of a nose-wrinkle and mouth-twist. "I don't think I'll ever get used to her...playing with those poor 'beasts. Worse than a feline." Not only other weyrlings, but other Staff have likely witnessed Virisceth's maulings of her food. Quinlys never has been able to dissemble; she wears her heart on her sleeve. "There's not much that can turn my Olly off," she promises, now. And for the rest? "You won't have to watch her feed forever. The older she gets, the more independent she is. I don't think I've watched Olly, except when he's demonstrating, for turns. Which is fine by me, right? Honestly, Ellerey, I think you're doing well. That's part of why I wanted to talk to you." As Quinlys talks, Olveraeth continues to share; if it's a galactic show she wants, that's what she'll get. His constellations are a little less stylised than the real ones-- his 'dragon' actually looks like a dragon, plotted out with pin-pricks of light-- but perhaps they're all the more effective for it. There's a definite nod for Quinlys' word of her lifemate, and a quickly warming little grin of, "I think I like him, too. He's kind-of...relaxing to look at, anyway. Viri seems to find him worthy of interest." The moment of relaxation is short-lived, however, as word of not watching later on comes up. "I -hope so-..." is murmured with intensity, brown eyes smudging for a moment. "She insists I watch, right now. She's so proud of herself." And obviously wants to share this with her human. When the Weyrlingmaster insists on Ellerey doing well, she adopts a slightly hip-shot pose, one hand settling firmly upon said hip as she smirks out a low, "If this is the point where you offer me the job of taking over for C'ris, I think I'll have to disappoint you." Yes...hmmmm. That's the train of Virisceth's dark thoughts as she slowly allows herself to float out amongst Olveraeth's constellations, the young green's body rippling sinuously as her head turns towards that constellation of the dragon. Shreeee? Can any dragonrider not be pleased with such an assessment of their dragon? Quinlys, certainly, us smug for it. That smugness turns into a low chuckle as Ellerey continues. "No, no," she promises. "We may need to do without C'ris for the moment," and does she seem faintly disappointed by that? It's possible. "But I'm not looking to recruit. No. I wanted to talk to you about the silver thread program. It seems to me that you've got too much on your plate already, but... that's why I'm raising it. It seems like you'd be the best judge of that." « That's you, » Olveraeth tells the green, speaking up for the first time since those first remarks. « Or me, but I think you. Flying. » Smirk is returned for Quinilys' 'smug,' Ellerey shaking her dark head a little as she grins for a moment. "Glad he's recovering..." the weyrling murmurs on the heels of the other woman's words of C'ris, the 'ling's posture slowly strightening again as the redhead speaks of that silver threads program. Elle appears to be quite seriously considering this offer, mulling it over quietly while, outside the office, Virisceth rumbling in odd, creaky fashion to Olveraeth's images and words, her darkness quite at home amongst the vastness of his even darker 'space.' Her? There's only one of Virisceth...or at least that's the feeling she gives him. And one Olveraeth. How could there be two? Shreee? At some point, Ellerey has to ask Quinlys, "What exactly does it entail?" "Extra work," is Quinlys' prompt reply. "And a lot of it. You have extra classes, you sit in on wingleader meetings-- when such things are held, anyway-- and you write reports. It's designed to try and prepare people for eventual leadership roles, and it can be... pretty intensive." Those blue eyes study Ellerey thoughtfully, gauging her reaction with easy interest. « It is a representation of you, » Olveraeth explains, further. « Like a picture. We are all connected... we are all part of the stars, and they are part of us. » Yeah, she kind-of thought that. The look on Ellerey's face is candid in both its curiosity, in her willingness to try this...and finally her regretful admission of, "I'd honestly enjoy attempting it...but not right now." Frown. "Virisceth's gotta be my primary focus." Unspoken: so she doesn't turn into a potential menace to Pernese society. However, and a little hopefully is added, "Maybe a few months down the road, if she...we're still progressing?" Right now, Elle's 'merely' glad for being able to get almost enough sleep, again. Beyond the two humans, Virisceth 'listens' to Ollie's explanation, the green's slowly dawning understanding appearing first as an unsure flicering of steel that finally firms into a bright flash. Using her darkness, the green rather deftly 'plucks' one of those errant stars from the blue's stellar mindscape, and then searches for -him- so that she can rather roughly try to stick it into Olveraeth. the next star she plucks out is just as harshly shoved into her own, dark mental form. Quinlys' expression is largely neutral as she nods her reply to this assessment. "That's what I thought," she agrees. "If the time comes that you think you're ready to take on something more, the offer will be open to you. That's why I wanted to raise it; I'd've felt bad, if you were simply bypassed altogether." Olveraeth pushes back, just gently, against the roughness of Virisceth's efforts-- but he lets that star stick. One for each of them; gold stars for everyone. There's both relief and contained pleasure within Ellerey for Quinlys' answer, the younger woman offering the redhead a quirk of a smile and then a warm, "Thank you for your consideration. Believe me, I'll get back to you about it when things gel even more." Already, there's more 'outer' focus in the ex-trader's eyes, her face, a sense of eagerness within that's been missing since she Impressed. She has another goal, and this one is much more her 'style.' Virisceth hiss-rumbles at Olveraeth's push-back - he's a shell of a lot bigger, even inside their minds - and she roughly headbutts the blue with an apparently unusual return of something akin to playful affection before looking down to stare at her own star. Rumbllllle- churrrrr. This, this is something Quinlys can approve of. "Good," she says, firmly. "You're welcome, Ellerey. Now-- unless there's anything else you'd like to talk to me about, you're free to go. I appreciate your honesty." Between the dragons, Olveraeth is happy enough to let his mental safe be bulled about by the green... to a degree, anyway. But she's being affectionate, and he's happy enough to enjoy that; what fun! Good Virisceth, nice Virisceth, interacting-well-with-others Virisceth. "Nothing more..." Ellerey notes amicably to Quinlys, the weyrling then firing off a salute before she swirls around, heads for the door. Only when she's ready to open it does the weyrling suddenly remember, and shoot over her shoulder, "Almost forgot. There's a shredded bits of what looks like some piece of clothing out on the floor near the barrack's entrance." Beat. "I don't think it's any of the weyrlings'. Thought I'd pre-warn folks, just in case." Like, just in case it was something of the Weyrlingmaster's. Something prized. Aaaand she's -out- of there in a quick, smooth movement. And Virisceth? She's creaking and offering Ollie a low, metallic skree of sound before withdrawing her rasping darkness back into herself, away from those interesting stars and starstuff. She's got an Ellerey to look forward to: her -truest- starlight. |
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