Logs:Strength
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| RL Date: 10 March, 2013 |
| Who: Brieli, H'kon |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Brieli tells H'kon something she remembered about The Necklace. Iesaryth and Arekoth get along fine. |
| Where: Hatching Galleries, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 14, Month 3, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Iolene/Mentions, I'kris/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: I think H'kon is always Sam with Brieli. |
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| Hatching Galleries, High Reaches Weyr Ringing the southwestern side of the hatching sands are ample tiers of carved stone benches, the lowest of which is some six feet off the ground -- just high enough to separate wayward hatchlings from unwary viewers, and vice versa. A metal railing on the outside helps prevent anyone from falling off; it also extends up the stairs that lead the way higher into the galleries. While most of the area is open seating, ropes section off some of the closer tiers when dignitaries are expected; those areas even feature cushions in the Weyr's blue and black. The higher one climbs, the more apparent the immense scale of the entire cavern becomes. The dragon-sized entrance on the ground is dwarfed by the expansive golden sands that glitter in the light. Everything on them is easily visible from the galleries, whether that's a clutch of eggs and a broody queen, or simply its emptiness and the handful of darker tunnels that lead to more private areas than the bowl. Wherever one sits or looks, however, one thing is constant: the overwhelming, suffocating heat. It's not the best day to seek out a seat in the galleries; the humid chill in the air, the precipitation, the disappearance of the sun - all have contributed towards a decidedly indoors sort of evening. But Arekoth had been restless since having brought Iesaryth an offering of fresh-dead herdbeast at sundown, and has settled only upon H'kon's recent arrival in the first row, right near the eggs. So sometimes, there are things more important than avoiding the more crowded quarters. Even when those things make you wear The Face. Spring seems a long way off on an evening like this, for all that the days and months say that it shouldn't be. Iesaryth, as always, is polite and grateful for all offerings that allow her to stay on the sands, but she seems to be reaching the limits of even her unlimited patience; she wants to meet the dragons in the eggs, she wants to go. That might account for Brieli's now-more-usual presence in the galleries, though as she comes up the steps and into the heat, she seems to have been unaware of H'kon's presence, by her blink, her momentary pause. But she still makes her way down to railing and the first row, steps unhurried. What was pacing has turned into a steady circling, the grounded version of the aerial sort to which the brown is so prone. Arekoth is moving carefully from one egg to another, sharing his thoughts with both rider and mate, words using up the remaining anxious energy, buoyed by underlying pride. « They've hardened well. » He brushes at some sand with a talon, not willing, quite, to touch one of the eggs, to disturb it. « They'll be just as strong on the inside. » And H'kon is nodding seriously, well unaware of Brieli, flooded as he is by his dragon and his dragon's aurorae. Iesaryth feels no need to pace - there's Arekoth, and when there's not the brown, there's Hraedhyth, and then, perhaps she might need to take a look at her eggs. Their eggs. And though he's not willing to touch them: « She says that she may bring the children down to look. » To touch, perhaps. To see the sands and the view from there so they don't die when it's time. And strength is good, to have them survive. « I would like to speak to them. » Which is to say, the queen is more concerned with their intellect than anything else. As for Brieli, she's silent for a time, hands in pockets before she asks, actually sounding slightly concerned, "Are you feeling better?" « She should, » Arekoth approves wholeheartedly. Arekoth, whose shell was never touched by H'kon. « I bet they'll have things to say to those kids, » has a bit of mischief behind it, and he blows a quick huff of breath toward a greenish-tinged shell. H'kon is caught duly off-guard when Brieli speaks, a hawkish look sent to that goldrider, though that Face is otherwise maintained. "I was not feeling ill." Iesaryth doesn't love that idea, though she herself spoke to hers well before she found her, in her search for a mind to fit hers. « They should speak to their mother. » It's more of a reflection of her rider's concepts that hers, but the emotion is hers; she talks to them often enough. Stupid boring eggs. Up in the galleries, Brieli merely arches fine brows the brownrider's way. "I was under the impression that being punched several times didn't make one feel awesome. I've never enjoyed it." "I've not taken a shot to the face in over a week," H'kon responds dryly, hands reaching each for a knee. He braces himself stiffly, back straight, turning his head a bit to keep Brieli in his periphery, but looking more back toward Arekoth. The brown's tail twitches, some enjoyment flashing, barely visible, for whatever it is he's got from his rider's comment. Iesaryth has his focus again soon enough. « And say what? That they're tired of shells? » "Then I suppose I should offer congratulations." Brieli leans on the railing, folding her arms atop it, likewise looking out to the sands, but turned towards the seats and the brownrider both. With a faint smirk, "And good luck for the future." There's a pause, before carefully, "I have a theory, about the provenance of the evidence that caused your situation. Unfortunately, all parties involved - yourself included - are not likely to listen. So I find myself in an interesting situation. Asking myself first - why bother? And then next, will it matter?" Her gaze flickers back to Iesaryth, who has an answer for everything. « I would learn who they are. If they listen, I suppose that is something. » H'kon gives a faint chuff, perhaps some sort of acceptance of her wish of luck, or a near-laugh. He doesn't look back, fully, to the goldrider until such time as she's finished speaking - about that same time she looks back to her dragon. "So instead you would simply talk about and around it." All the sharpness is gone from his expression; it's hard and blunt now. « They'll show you soon enough, » Arekoth estimates. « They'll show everyone, » sounds of a wicked smile. A near-laugh, maybe. It's enough to have Brieli looking impressed, glancing between brownrider and Arekoth, as if the dragon has something to do with rider's halfway-not-miserable mood. When H'kon looks at her, she regards him in return, telling him, "I could say nothing at all." But she hasn't. "I remembered, when we told I'kris we knew it was him, that he insisted there was something to find. That would incriminate you." It sounds like the truth. But who knows. And Iesaryth won't argue that, only: « You are already proud. » Not that she thinks he'll have reason not to be. The memories of all that - of Brieli's involvement, of I'kris, of the whole process - bring a heavy frown to the brownrider's face. H'kon turns it from her before it becomes too obviously pensive, shoulders shifting as much as they can, considering the tension there. Which isn't much. "That," at length, "may well incriminate me nonetheless." Arekoth pauses mid-inspection of a particularly shiny egg, and turns his eyes directly to Iesaryth. « Of course. » The goldrider doesn't seem too thrilled to be talking about any of this either, though darker subjects seem to sit easier on her, as do darker expressions on her features. Brieli still watches H'kon, even as he turns away; faintly apologetic, "I know. Which lead to my latter question. Does it matter. You could tell, I could. But would it do anything? I don't know." A pause. "I wouldn't have someone who has taken a life condemn someone who hasn't, if I could." Iesaryth's attention is more on the galleries than the eggs, as usual. « Do you think they have something to prove? To show? » Curious. "I've already said what I would, to the man who ought to have heard," H'kon says flatly, not turning back to Brieli, not this time. A muscle in his neck makes a bit of a bulge, and, though it takes a moment, he does manage at least an attempt at relaxation, followed by a tilt of his head, slowly from one side to the other. His neck only gives a relieving crack on one side. « They'll have all sorts of things they'll get to show. » The green glow of optimism hasn't quite died down, even when Arekoth adds, « I just don't know what yet. » Tone a little amazed, "Do you really expect a man to hear something in that state? To listen?" Brieli doesn't expect H'kon to return her regard, but she holds it still, as things like his attempts at relaxation are interesting and to be observed. There's a few moments of silence before, "I wanted you to know, at least. I'd tell him, but..." That's obviously not going to work. And while Iesaryth might be amused by Arekoth, it's not so much that she won't fill in blanks. « How fast they fly, how clever they are. » To start. H'kon sits quiet a few moments, trying to focus on Arekoth, on his eggs... but it fails. He gets up all at once, tugging the bottom of his shirt, and turning to Brieli with as proud a stance as he can manage, when looking up at someone. "He will think what he will. And you, " the upward twitch of an eyebrow is not complimentary, "will do as you wish." A moment of making ready to leave, and then, "You will excuse me," comes, not sounding too much of request. « How brave they are in the face of danger, » Arekoth continues, falling into a conversation familiar enough as to be almost by rote - so much as it can be, for a dragon. But his words carry a hint of an edge when his rider has stood. With a shrug - she's making an effort here - Brieli merely offers a slight smile that doesn't reach dark eyes. "Have a good evening, brownrider." What she wishes to do, for the moment, is stay right here. H'kon can go off into the crappy weather if he wants. Iesaryth, however, will ignore rider drama in favor of outlining the awesome attributes of their soon-to-be progeny. That's more fun that riders or eggs, at least. With a shrug - she's making an effort here - Brieli merely offers a slight smile that doesn't reach dark eyes. "Have a good evening, brownrider." What she wishes to do, for the moment, is stay right here. H'kon can go off into the crappy weather if he wants. Iesaryth, however, will ignore rider drama in favor of outlining the awesome attributes of their soon-to-be progeny. That's more fun that riders or eggs, at least. |
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