Logs:Taeliyth's Fancies
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| RL Date: 4 September, 2015 |
| Who: Reisoth, Taeliyth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Reisoth and Taeliyth talk; it starts out nice enough, and then... |
| Where: Fort Weyr and High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 22, Month 9, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Ka'ge/Mentions, Lilah/Mentions, N'muir/Mentions, N'rov/Mentions, R'oan/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated. |
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| Only an observant dragon would be able to tell when Reisoth's mind reaches out for them, searching for a connection. He's not trying to hide, precisely, it's just the way he works. The bleak chill is secondary, just preceding his curious, « Do you enjoy having your own space, Taeliyth? Where the Weyr can watch you more easily? » (To Taeliyth from Reisoth) Arguably, Taeliyth is normally an observant dragon. Just now, though, she's distracted and so the encroaching chill has her attention jerking from whatever it is that's occupying her with the flutter of leaves away from autumnal branches as though caught by surprise by the tug of wind. « I prefer to watch the Weyr, » is a little extra tart, probably because it's easily observed that the gold doesn't like surprises. Still, she considers. The consideration is less in the answer of the question and rather of the question itself: does it hold more than one meaning she should take from it? « I enjoy the idea of my own space even if the space itself is less than ideal. The others got to choose. Our choice was this one... or my mother's. Neither suits us. » (To Reisoth from Taeliyth) « You could take any ledge for your own, » the bronze points out, flickering images of barren ledges speckled around Fort's very own bowl. He must have noticed them during his times on Eliyaveith's ledge. « No one would stop you. It's your Weyr now, is it not? » The whole thing is hers, only waiting on the technicality of her rising. Reisoth doesn't gloat over surprising her, at least, but he does seem to take some pleasure over their interaction. (To Taeliyth from Reisoth) « Not as yet, » comes with a dry humor and an equally dry rustle of autumnal leaves thinking of surrendering to the glorious fall. Taeliyth might be felt to let her gaze slide over the ledges. « It's strange that one's home can hold so many places and be so certainly home and still not feel like home sometimes. Sometimes I wonder if that's just echoes of her. » There's a jarring sense when Taeliyth realizes she's sharing instead of extracting her fair share of information from the bronze. She clears her mental throat, giving those leaves a little shake and sending some fluttering to the ground. « You haven't visited recently, » is the observation that is the obvious topic change. (To Reisoth from Taeliyth) To Taeliyth, Reisoth listens. He's a great listener, but he doesn't seem to mind when Taeliyth realizes that he's only listening. In fact, there's some sense of approval. She might be boring if she hadn't. « There's no reason for us to visit anymore. » Her dam's rider were their reason. And now she's gone. « Many speculated that it was less Lilah and more the knot she anticipated that drew H'vier. » Taeliyth observes it callously, attention keen to reaction if any can be sensed beyond whatever he might offer her in return. « Someone will still be Weyrleader in time. » (To Reisoth from Taeliyth) If there were going to be a reaction, it would probably come from the man in question. It certainly doesn't come from the bronze, who has never been particularly well known for his empathy. « H'vier may have his flaws, but he's intelligent enough to know that a relationship has little bearing on the outcome of a mating flight. » It's only then that something is there, a brief agitation in Reisoth's otherwise calm mask. « Someone will still be Weyrleader. But it won't be us. » (To Taeliyth from Reisoth) To Reisoth, Taeliyth's mind is absolutely still for a moment, then there's a trace of something winsome and sweet in her manner (probably borrowed from her rider), « No? » is a leading question, something infused with a touch of regret. « No, » says Reisoth with a complete lack of sentimentality. He doesn't care about winsome or sweet or regret. « Your first flight will be predictable. Boring. And you are certainly not your dam. Although your rider would be easy enough to control. » That's apparently a plus from Reisoth's perspective. (To Taeliyth from Reisoth) There's a snort from Taeliyth and Reisoth might get the sensation of having his nose tweaked. « I didn't think you liked being wrong. » Her tone suggests it might just be adorable, at least in the sarcastic use of the feeling. There is signs of a withdrawal of her mind though. She is a young female, can she be blamed for feeling insulted? (To Reisoth from Taeliyth) « No one enjoys being wrong. » Reisoth is mostly disinterested in her attempts at making him feel insecure. He's not prone to feelings of insecurity by nature. Possibly even less so than his rider. « Bijedth would be a suitable Weyrleader for you. Perhaps Vhaeryth. » Presumably older dragons, like himself, to counteract her inexperience. (To Taeliyth from Reisoth) « Really, » comes in a flash of temper. Taeliyth is hardly devoid of baser emotions. « You would presume to tell me who my Weyrleader should be? Go jump in the lake. » And that seems to be that with a crackle of suddenly deadened branches breaking from their trunks and hurtling to the ground. (To Reisoth from Taeliyth) To Taeliyth, Reisoth does not go jump in any lakes. In fact, he has the audacity to seem terribly amused by her temper. It's far more interesting than her plays at manipulation, after all. « I only offer my wisdom, Taeliyth. » He even sounds sincere about it. « But I fully expect you to be foolish enough to fall into Zymadiath when the time comes. Or perhaps one of the bronzes that shelled after you. » At least he doesn't suggest she'll find herself twined with a brown. To Reisoth, Taeliyth should leave it at that, but temper has a way of making an otherwise intelligent gold a little brash and so it is with frigid chill, like the autumn has snapped to the depth of winter in those few moments. Her words are delivered as if each carries meaning on its own and then more or another meaning when strung together, « Zymadiath doesn't strike my fancy. » The cold is intense, brittle, like ice thinly lain over a stream barely dormant enough to host it. « You don't either. » Cold is met with cold, though Reisoth's is more bleak and unnatural than intense. It's also not born of temper. « If you insist. » His deep, soothing baritone isn't argumentative, simply unconvinced. « Who does strike your fancy, hm? Etrevth? » Perhaps she does prefer browns. (To Taeliyth from Reisoth) « Why do you care if you're not going to chase? What does it matter to you? You're not of Fort. » Taeliyth demands, neatly sidestepping the question, the ice cracking by inches in show of her continued temper. (To Reisoth from Taeliyth) « I'm curious by nature, » offers the bronze, perhaps downplaying his interest in hers. « And perhaps I'll chase, after all, if your fancies are going to determine the fate of your Weyr. » Reisoth, presumably, doesn't believe that fancies should determine the fate of anything. (To Taeliyth from Reisoth) Ice snaps, the deeper cold of water waiting to freeze comes with it. « Fine. Chase if you want to chase. You who think I would choose someone like Zymadiath for my mate. You who think Dahlia would be easily controlled. » That, there, is hilarious, so she laughs a harsh sound whose amusement rings true but bitter (because guess who else can't control Dee? This one, right here). « It's interesting that Lilah didn't share her secrets with H'vier, but not surprising. Lilah was a good Weyrwoman. » Taeliyth's words are said with the conviction of respect. (To Reisoth from Taeliyth) To Taeliyth, Reisoth would probably be more satisfying if he were more prone to reactions. As it is, he's silent for a few long moments, then agrees quite carefully, « Lilah was a good Weyrwoman. » Will Taeliyth's rider be the same? Reisoth doesn't stick around to ask that question, only imply it, before his presence is gone, far more abruptly than it had arrived. |
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X'vin (08:31, 8 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
Besmernyth can't help but notice he was not in your list of suitors. It's okay. He isn't worried.
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