Logs:Spontaneous
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| RL Date: 6 August, 2014 |
| Who: A'rist, Edyis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Following their trip to the barn, A'rist and Lythronath take Edyis somewhere spontaneous. |
| Where: Southern Continent |
| When: Day 20, Month 5, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: Backdated. |
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| Plateau, Southern Continent Lythronath was eager for action, and it might have been construed as being eager to leave. His talon came awfully near grazing the top of that barn as he took wing, up and away from that little mountain cothold. This time, the trip between came with warning, though no indication of where they were going - and there was barely time to take in the scenery upon their arrival above the jungles of the Southern continent before they were skimming tree-tops, the bronze's interest not in the trees but what might be below them. Finally, A'rist opts for a landing on the plateau. There was movement in those trees, and he needs be aware of his passenger, after all. "You don't mind stopping here?" is asked when he turns around on Lynner's 'ridges, almost an afterthought, while his dragon shifts, snout in the air, scenting his prey, impatient. If she's having second thoughts, there's nothing to indicate it, holding firmly to the straps securing her to the beast. It's the southern heat she feels first after the cold snap between, and then they are skimming treetops before the landing. There's a sort of half wild grin in reply to the question, then again it could be nerves. "Not at all." The answer comes as quickly as the movement of her fingertips to free herself from the straps, pausing to push back her sleeves. A'rist slides from Lythronath's neck with all the practice shown in any dragonrider and his mount. He doesn't release the straps once he's down, though; rather, one hand stays firmly on them, as if that arm had the strength to keep the bronze from leaving with Edyis still on his ridges. "Good." It sounds like that might have been more, but A'rist is distracted, turning to Lythronath, face blurring faintly. He lifts his head, sniffs at the wind in time with the beast. Nods, once. The drop to the ground is easy enough, dark eyes shifting between beast and rider tucking stray strands of hair behind her ears and generally dusting herself off. "Do you actually smell what he scents?" The curious questions can't be entirely stifled for long. Though for now it seems to be just the one. A'rist holds that strap a moment longer, even after she's got down. When he releases, it's with a step back from the dragon, one arm extended to shepherd Edyis back as well. Lythronath's talons kick up earth when he takes to the skies. There's a moment before that question even registers with the rider, and at first it's a blank look that's turned to her. It takes a few seconds for the expression to become more aware. "I... don't know if I do. We do?" Smirking, her gaze shifts between the rider and airborne bronze a moment before finally resting on A'rist. "I think I see what you mean by he gets into you now." Turning to take in the plateau at length. "So where did we end up? Feels like somewhere south, but I don't recognize anything." She stretches for a moment, "You two come here often?" A'rist considers her a moment, a bit of a smirk touching his lips, though not reaching his eyes. "You really don't," comes with a shake of his head. "Trust me." He nods into the airspace that Lythronath has just vacated, then, toward the trees. "Southern continent, yeah. I don't know where, really. Where there's no one. We've been here before, but... I don't know, I try and go all sorts of places, with him." He's started walking, with no particular destination in mind, by the looks of it. Neatly suppressing a chill down her spine she nods, moving to keep in step with the man. "It's amazing really, being able to go places that were little more than dots on a map before coming to the Weyr." At the mention of no one her smirk returns, as though at some private joke. "Do you like seeing new places?" "Guess it is," A'rist nods, watching his boots fall on the plateau. "It's not so much the seeing, part. There's lots of things you can just see, you know?" He seems finished, perhaps thinks he is. Then, "It's better... getting into things." His hands come up before him, claw-like, clenching, timed with the scream of a wherry from the jungle. "Experiences," is softer, forced calm. "I guess." "Experiences." She echoes, pensive and aware of the timing. "Like trying something new for the first time that you've never done before? Or is everything just more intense?" She is trying to understand, but then doing has never entirely been her strong suit. "I try to imagine sometimes what it's like having one of them in your head, but I never really can." After a pause, to try puzzle out an explanation, A'rist is left only with, "Just doing things." It's talk of dragons that brings brown eyes back to Edyis. "I think every dragon feels different, anyway. Not that I've had more than Lythronath in my head." Probably, no other dragon would dare try it. "You ever think of going to stand again? Noticed you didn't, for this last one..." "I wasn't back in time for it," She hedges though arguably that could have been her intention all along. "I don't know, I've thought about it. Try again just standing because I want to, without any other motivation or agenda, and It doesn't scare me nearly as much as it used to. Still -" She doesn't finish the thought, kicking at the turf as her eyes fall to the ground. "I don't know." "You keep saying that," the bronzerider notes, slowing his step slightly, staring all the harder at her for her downcast eyes. "Agendas, and purposes, and motivations, and things." With a crack of a smile that might've been cruel, if his eyes were harder than they prove to be, "You even got a you in there?" Full stop, and he's peering at her from where he stands. The words, more so than the cessation of his steps, give her pause. "It is entirely possible that I don't." The playful smile that follows not entirely reaching her eyes, at least not until she adds, "I did just come to the middle of nowhere with a bronze rider on nothing more than a whim so maybe there is actually a me in here somewhere. Or at the very least I'm discovering I'm actually capable of spontaneity." Something in that makes A'rist's nose wrinkle a little, a suggestion of a laugh. After another moment, he shakes his head, and starts up walking again. "So there's the plans, and then there's you. Easy enough to separate out in future, I guess." Back where they'd started, there's the dull, wet thud of a half-eaten wherry carcass. A'rist doesn't have to look; he's been experiencing that whole thing. "Hey I'm just now getting used to the idea that I can actually do things just because I want to do them. Give me a break!" She laughs, glancing back when the wet thud reaches her ears, but returning her attention almost instantly. "So what have you been up to lately?" Deflection. Shortly after the beast comes the dragon, landing with one of those incredibly strong back feet tearing through the carcass. That much, that is all, and he's up again, gore in his wake. A'rist carries on watching her. "Pretty much this. Always wing stuff first, but then..." He shrugs. "This. Except no company." "Is this something you want company for?" Not entirely sure if the last was an observation or an something of an irritation for A'rist. "I mean it seems like the two of you have a very good handle on the whole wherry extermination thing on your own." "It's not the wherries we come for. That just sort of... follows us. Shells, you should see the ledge." Another wet thud behind them. A'rist, again, doesn't look. The thunk-squish of Lythronath is much closer after that. Unbothered, carrying on the conversation, "I guess... I mostly just wanted to get you away from your purposes. Mostly just see what else there is. Maybe... you too?" "I'm not entirely sure I want to." She teases of the ledge, having learned now to ignore the squishing sounds. "What else there is," She echoes thoughtfully, before she laughs. "I've already seen quite a bit more than I expected, you surprise me more frequently than you realize I think, and well - I'm here aren't I?" Her dark eyes leveling on A'rist. A'rist meets her eyes, a searching look there for a moment. Then, it's a smile, a quick grab for her arm, though the grip, if it lands, will prove gentle. "Come on. There's some fruit trees, just down past the plateau here." A quick getaway, to leave Lythronath to paint the plateau red in their wake. "And then we'll get you home." |
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