Logs:Something Monumental
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| RL Date: 15 July, 2013 |
| Who: N'ky, Cailluneth, J'madri |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: N'ky has a visitor after the graduation party. |
| Where: Breezy Stargazer's weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 3, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: April/Mentions |
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| As he left the graduation ceremony, drink in hand, N'ky thought it was a rather soft sort of way to say goodbye to the turn that had flipped his life upside down. It needed something... bigger, something more monumental to mark the beginning of the next stage - the forever stage. The whisky in his belly and his glass kept him warm in the light dress coat he wore, while he stood just outside of the entrance to plan his next move. « Cai? Can you ask Darcielth where April is? » A cool, icy green wrapped around his thoughts, accompanied by the rainshower blue that signified Darcielth; the blue with another dragon, his April, a glossy black-brown, busy elsewhere. (Cailluneth to N'ky) « Oh. Right. » He remembered seeing her leave with a group of Snowdrift riders; had she been tapped into that wing already? Another gulp of whisky made that thought insignificant, as he asked Cailluneth to speak to J'madri's Velzeth, instead. Cailluneth passed on a surprised answer, her mind awhirl with cloudy grey that swirled around her husky words: « He waits.» « He waits? » If that wasn't cryptic, N'ky didn't know what was - with his lifemate's confused grey, he couldn't figure out the specifics of her thoughts. Clarity, now; the warm black of her couch, the silver swirl of the eternal draught that whipped through their home. (Cailluneth to N'ky) « They're in our weyr? Why? » « Velzeth will not say. » « Oh... kay... » Confused, N'ky knocked back the rest of his drink, slipping back inside for just long enough to set the empty glass down on the nearest table. Then he was back outside, arms wrapped around himself to ward off the cold until he got to Cailluneth, vaulted up her back, and clung tight as she launched up to go meet their home invaders. Velzeth had made herself comfortable inside the couch, something that N'ky could feel his green vehemently disapproving of as he slipped from her back and preceded her down the twisty little corridor. Cailluneth stalked behind, mental hackles raised as her neck arched, wings tucked tightly to her sides. « Calm down, my Heart, » N'ky tried to soothe her. « It's cold outside. Perhaps she wanted to keep J'madri warm in here. » Only... there was no greenrider accompanying his dragon, just Velzeth curled up cosily, paying no attention to Cailluneth's bristlingly territorial mind. N'ky persuaded her to relax, and grudgingly she did, lying opposite Velzeth and keeping an alert eye on the other green while N'ky went to find her rider. "J'madri?" The sound of the fire crackling away in the little hearth led him towards the living area. As he got closer he could smell something cooking - toast, perhaps - and it made his stomach rumble. J'madri was there, tending something over the fire, and he spoke without turning around when he heard N'ky approach. "I saw you didn't eat at the party, and given the whisky you were tucking away..." He had a point. N'ky unbuttoned his coat to hang it on one of the wall hooks, then dropped heavily down onto the tiny loveseat that was his living room's only furniture. Next to come off were his boots. "Thanks," he murmured gratefully to the greenrider, kicking his good boots away and reclining on the little double-seater; it was far too short for him to get comfortable on, even with his knees crooked. J'madri brought over the plate of hot-buttered toast, lifting up N'ky's legs so he could sit down with them draped over his lap, over the arm of the chair. It made N'ky giggle, and he wriggled a little to get comfortable, being careful not to spill the toast. Burnt as it was, he still munched down happily on it. Between mouthfuls he asked, "You came up here to make me toast?" His greenrider guest shook his head. "Nope." "Then why?" "To see you." "You saw me in the living caverns." "With everyone else there." "So?" "So." J'madri shrugged, curling an arm over N'ky's legs, looking at him meaningfully. "Oh." N'ky got it. Kind of, anyway - the booze he'd drunk both helped and hindered his thought process. "I..." He wasn't sure. He wanted to say he wasn't sure, but... was he really that unsure? His teeth dug into his bottom lip as he thought it over, before he eventually nodded at J'madri, chewing on the last piece of his toast. With it swallowed and gone, N'ky dropped his legs to the floor and J'madri stood, offering him his hand; N'ky took it, used it to pull himself to his feet. As he allowed the greenrider to lead him around the runnershoe curve of his weyr, from the living room to the bedroom, N'ky couldn't help but think to himself how he thought the day needed something monumental to make it special. Well, this would surely fit the bill, wouldn't it? |
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