Logs:Splish, Splash
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| RL Date: 1 December, 2011 |
| Who: K'del, Laika |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Get splashed by their dragons. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 19, Month 5, Turn 27 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: A layer of patch clouds covers the sky. The air feels cool and damp, but there is no rainfall today. |
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| For once, in the wet High Reachian spring, it's not actually raining, but the afternoon is still inclined towards the cool and the damp-- that's probably why K'del is sitting on a boulder watching Cadejoth bathe, rather than enjoying the water himself. The bronze is rather more enthusiastic, sending regular waves in his rider's direction, enough that the water laps against the boulder and threatens to submerge the bronzerider's booted feet. "/Cadejoth/. Just go inside, you keep doing that. Some of us've got work to do." The crunch of boots on rocky shoreline heralds Laika's arrival, but it's Caelyth dropping like a stone from the sky that probably draws more attention. The blue's plunge into the lake is accompanied by a mental cackle, a splume of water, then he bobs, cork-like, to the surface. Laika, patently unimpressed by his escapades, bends to scoop up a handful of pebbles. Drawing nearer to K'del, she begin to flick the stones across the water at her blue while she greets lazily, "Nice day for it. Could even do your work outside, if you're so inclined." Cadejoth is gleeful at the arrival of the blue, and shakes his mental chains - clank, click, rattle - in greeting-- along with another wave of water. It makes K'del's smile twist, and makes him turn to seek out Laika too, gaze finding her just as she speaks. "Could," he agrees. "And might. Mostly, I just don't want to have to actually change my clothes. How does the afternoon find you, Laika?" Caelyth's reply is a short, plinking of harp strings, cheerful in kind. He sinks into the lake until half-lidded eyes are just visible, but they're trained intently on those waves. Hmm. Just then, a pebble bounces off his high forehead, and a sharp laugh rings across the lake. The laugh is followed up with a breezy, "Oh, Weyrleader, if changing your clothes is the worst you've got to face all day, you've got it pretty good. We just finished with sweeps, so. Good. Raining over Crom." Lobbing away her last pebble, Laika fluffs at her damp hair. The pebble makes Cadejoth-- not laugh, but certainly show his amusement with a rattle of bones. « She got you. You should get her back. » His tail wags against the water, churning up a series of smaller, lighter tsunamis. K'del misses the pebble, but can hardly miss the laugh; his expression is rueful for it, but amused, too. "Guess that's true," he agrees, grinning. "As these things go. Crom was quiet, rain aside?" He shifts, turning his whole body so that he can face the bluerider rather than the lake, though his attention turns back towards the dragons at semi regular intervals: clearly, they can't be trusted. Caelyth's fluting, « *way* ahead of you, » comes only seconds before the blue lunges from the water, beating grey-dashed wings on the water. The resulting spray isn't concentrated in any one direction, so it's possible K'del gets splashed. But it's Laika that earns the brunt of it, and with no warning it's the best she can do to throw up her arms. "-- CAELYTH!" The roar's reserved for that blue and that blue alone, and when the bluerider turns back, she's visibly recomposing herself. "Mostly quiet, yep! Got flagged down by a holder who wanted us to right a wagon." She shrugs, an easy, one-shouldered thing. Wipes at her forehead with the back of her hand. It does spray on K'del, but certainly doesn't soak him; still, he recoils, and laughs, and offers, after a moment, "I've a towel, if you need it?" Cadejoth's vast, rumbling amusement is shared wih the blue, as is a snatch of conversation between dragon and rider, mostly centered upon the idea of 'if you DARE do anything like that...' "Muddy out there," said rider adds, with a nod to confirm what Laika has mentioned. "That time of turn, I suppose. Glad of the quiet, at any rate. We can use the quiet. Particularly with eggs to hit the sands." Laika doesn't seem terribly perturbed, brushing one soggy strand of brown hair out of her eyes, and grins. "I'll live. Save it. Cadejoth's looking some sneaky." She does, at least, make a halfhearted attempt at wiping down her leathers, while Caelyth broadcasts his own amusement far and wide. The blue prompts, sly-like, with a chattering of lively fife, « you dare, don't you? » His lifemate, busy shaking droplets out of her goggles, offers, "Nothing wrong with quiet. Boring, but safe. Just what the eggies need. Muddy, on the other hand, does a number on my nice shoes, and *that* I can hardly stand." Plaintive, yes, but laughing. "He always looks sneaky," is K'del's summation of the bronze's demeanour, though he casts a hasty glance back out across the lake all the same. « Of course I do, » he confirms, buzzing with delight. « I just have to wait until he's not expecting it. It's more fun that way. » "Mud," groans K'del, but not uncheerfully. "I know what you mean. I can't wait for summer to get here, and for everything to dry out. Warmth! Real warmth!" He's got a grin, nonetheless, and stretches his shoulders. "At least we've gotten rid of the snow at last." "Then he and Caelyth have something in common!" Laika flicks a look at her blue, who has sunk back down into the water and bubbles a harmless, « who, me? » Privately, though, to the much larger bronze, Caelyth tinkles, « unless he's not expecting it because he thinks you think he's expecting it! » It loses momentum at the end, a bit, with the blue confusing himself with all that talking in circles. So instead he just snorts into the water a curtain of bubbles. His rider, eyebrows perking, agrees with a sly grin, "*Sundresses*. Not that I mind winter, either. Take snow over mud any day. Must be driving the staff crazy, all that mud tracked into the caverns." Cadejoth sends Caelyth an image of his mind being tied up in knots by that particular statement - knots of chain, of course, rasping against each other as they go tighter and tighter. « Watch, » he says, half launching himself out of the water before dropping back down. This wave, of course, really does go everywhere: it leaves K'del drenched, reeling, barely managing to stay on his boulder. "Shells," he swears, followed by a string of rather more offensive curses, enough that, still dripping, he shoots an apologetic glance at Laika. "I'd say they've an awful lot in common," he murmurs. "I'm sorry." Caelyth has a particular brand of knots all his own, Celtic twisting rope, tightening in expectation, and then dissolving into laughter when Cadejoth makes his move. « Ha ha! Good one! » Blue wings flare in excitement, adding spray in the aftermath to trickle down in the wake of the bronze's tsunami. He doesn't even try to look apologetic, even when Laika wheels around to the two dragons in the lake, stomping one boot hard. The bluerider's stream of beratement pales only a little in comparison to K'del's, and it's mostly directed at Caelyth despite the blue's only minimal involvement. "Jerks!" Nevertheless, K'del's apology earns a toothy smile from Laika, over her shoulder. "Can't hardly blame them. Sitting ducks like us? Easy target." This time, K'del uses the towel on himself, though it, too, has suffered from the drenching. His curls go lank and dark, wet, and he runs his fingers through them, pushing them away from his forehead. "Still; suspect they're egging each other on, and that's not--" K'del still sounds apologetic, for all that Cadejoth is merely smugly amused, noting, « That was fun. » "He's incorrigable. Should've taken up to the hot springs, really, knowing what he's like, but never mind. Sure you don't want--?" The towel, damp though it is. She's wringing out her short hair with deft twists, but when K'del offers the towel the second time, Laika reaches out to accept it. Drapes it over her shoulders like a cape. Grinning, she says, "dragon like that? You were right to think you'd have to find a dry set of clothes by day's end." The bluerider waves away his apology, then crouches to scoop up a few wet stones, not flicking this time but skipping them across the water. If one just happens to bounce off Caelyth, well, so be it. With a flick of his wing to fend off an incoming rock, Caelyth chuckles, « I'm sure she did something to piss me off earlier. Serves her right. » "One gets used to these things," opines K'del, but not without a grin, as he hands over the towel and goes back to stretching out on his boulder. "Anyway, I've got kids: he's not so different, really, except that he is more likely to get me wet than actually covered in food. Or-- you know, whatever." Other, less pleasant things. « Always, » agrees Cadejoth, firmly. « Besides, they take themselves too seriously, if we don't step in. It's important to remind them. Life's more fun this way. » "Should probably just take to carrying around a waterproof bag. Spare socks, trousers and all that." Laika glances over at K'del sprawled on his rock and winks. "Would come in handy one day." After skipping another stone out across the lake, she straightens and runs the towel haphazardly through her hair. From under it, muffled, comes the words, "guess you can count your blessings kids can't talk right into your head. *That'd* be a special kind of hell." Emerging, and tossing the towel back, she says with a wide smile, "how many? None, myself, but I hear they're right convenient if you need someone to really make you appreciate peace and quiet." Caelyth, meanwhile, disappears underwater with only ripples to prove he was there. « *Always* with the seriousness! » "Would come in handy most days," is K'del's conclusion; he grins. "Shells, wouldn't it just? A constant refrain of 'Mama', 'Daddy', 'I want a story', 'Come play with me'-- and the rest. Mind you, it might make it easier when they're little and can't tell you what they want." He watches Laika, if only loosely, as she towels her hair, adding, eventually, "Two. Two boys. They'll be four this turn, and you're absolutely right about the peace and quiet... not that either lives with me full time." She may well know that K'del is in a long-term relationship with former Headwoman Milani, though the pair don't permanently live together. « It's so boring, isn't it? Sure, sure, there's time for seriousness... there's also time for play! » At 'play', Caelyth pops to the surface and slithers through the water toward Cadejoth with harp strings singing merrily. « Well? » It's a game of tag he's after: ducking into the water past the bronze, the blue slaps his tail so a spume goes up in his wake. Laika cocks one hand on her hip, shifting her weight, as brown eyes follow her dragon out in the lake. "Two boys. You would have two boys, man like yourself." Spoken teasingly, it's accompanied by a jerk of her chin at the bronze, then a sideways grin. "Probably grow up to be just like you. But." She dusts off her trousers with a breezy gesture. "Think I'm gonna go find myself some dry clothes. And enjoy me some peace and quiet." That makes K'del laugh - right at the moment Cadejoth is launching himself after the blue. "Something like that," he agrees. "Of course. Have a good afternoon, Laika." He is staying where he is: someone has to supervise. |
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