Logs:Teeth-Feesh
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| RL Date: 11 January, 2009 |
| Who: K'del, P'ax |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Yyth convinces Cadejoth to come see the teeth-fish with her. K'del and P'ax get dragged along. |
| Where: Beach, Nerat Area |
| When: Day 21, Month 9, Turn 18 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: L'vae/Mentions, Leova/Mentions, Madilla/Mentions, Nakasha/Mentions |
| To Cadejoth, Yyth is eager, her mind the racing howl of wind, a sustained groan of exquisite agony. « Let's do something, Cadejoth. There's a place I want to go. » She spares no thought as to if he might be busy, or his. Of course everyone lives to serve only her. That's how it should be. To Yyth, Cadejoth is with Yyth in a moment, mentally, his mind alive with a faint, wolf-ish howl, all moonlit and green-glowing. « Where is it? » he wants to know, immediately eager, leaving behind the faint sense of K'del, too busy, to *reading* to be any fun, tonight. « Of course I will do something with you, Yyth. Where, where? » To Cadejoth, Yyth extends to meet him, her energy so feverish it might gobble him up. The image blooms in her mind like a gushing of blood from the heart. A seascape, high cliffs, a sweeping finger of land curling out into the ocean. Nerat. And in the waves where the sea drops off and becomes a deeper blue, a circling school of gigantic, steely-skinned fish. Yyth makes sure to emphasize the sharpliness of their teeth. Then, carefully, doubtfully, even remorsefully, she grumbles, « I think they would panic, if we went there without them. » And brighter. « You could eat his books? » Ah, but Cadejoth has no fear of being gobbled: he leans in, focusing his mind, though it continues to whirl and dance, the everpresent metallic clink marshalling thoughts into something at least semi-presentable. The image, and particularly those sharp, sharp teeth, send a shiver through him, quivering with pure delight - and then, the flash of disappointment. « Probably, » he agrees, reluctant. « We never get to do really fun things without them. And they're always /working/. » He considers, sending an image of himself, chomping down on a book. « I don't think they'd taste very nice. And he'd be upset. » (Cadejoth to Yyth) To Cadejoth, Yyth is as delighted by his delight. « Bremuth showed me. » She says smugly, and perhaps it's a test to see if he'll get jealous. And then: « Work. Yuck. Oh, alright, you probably shouldn't eat his book. I'd hate for you to eat something gross. » She sighs, low and groaning. « He could bring his books with him? Sit on the beach? » To Yyth, Cadejoth is not, it seems, the jealous type (not over Yyth, at least), for the comment goes without comment, except for his cheery, « He knows good places, then! » His constant motion sharpens to a point, positively zinging with conducted current, and considers thoughtfully. « Yeah. It's pretty boring. But he /likes/ it. » The mental image of him spits out the book, relieved, and he adds, « I'll ask. Should I mention that we'd be going with you, do you think? » A heart beat, as frantic and fast as a moth beating against the glass between it and a candle, keeps the pace of Yyth's mind as she speeks. « You could tell him its for a pretty lady. Though I suppose he would find out anyways. » (Yyth to Cadejoth) To Yyth, Cadejoth gives this due consideration, mind working like clockwork, but abandons it, agreeing, « He would. And it's not much fun, making him annoyed about that. I'll ask him. Have you asked yours? » To Cadejoth, Yyth says with assurance, « P'ax will do whatever I ask him to. But he is eager to go where there is real summer anyways. He wonders if the ocean is as warm there as it is at Ista. » To Yyth, Cadejoth projects, « We haven't swum in the ocean at Ista. Is it really that warm? We went to Fort, though. » Satisfied that the green will definitely be accompanying them, he silents for a moment, obviously in consultation with his rider, his presence little more than a faint rattle, a thoughtful whisk of metal on metal. When he speaks again, he accompanies it with an image of K'del, closing his book. « He says he'll come. We can go, Yyth, we can go! » To Cadejoth, Yyth is patient while she waits for the verdict, a sense that hers prepares somehow for this adventure. « Excellent. » As if there were no doubt that he wouldn't agree. « Meet me in the sky, hold this image. » And again the blossoming view of Nerat is given the the bronze, /firmly/ to make sure he catches every detail she offers him. To Yyth, Cadejoth's own glee is unrestrained, a twanging jangling sound of excitement and anticipation, as, mentally, he notes his rider's preparations - a change of clothes, getting down the straps, putting a few books into a bag. Useful, but boring. Oh, the impatience! The image, when he gets it wobbles significantly; despite his enthusiasm, or perhaps because of it, it takes him several attempts to properly confirm it, and even then, he sends a half-embarrassed, quavering note back to the green - is that right? Tell me it's right? To Cadejoth, Yyth studies K'del through Cadejoth's eyes for one thoughtful second and then fixes the image in her mind for the bronze once more. Only when she's certain he's got everything and won't get lost does she say soothingly, « Good. Calmness, concentrate. » In the background is her launch into the sky from her ledge, the thrill of being airborne, slight impatience to be gone. Slightly embarrassed, still, but ultimately, grateful, and too excited to care /too/ much, Cadejoth sends forth a deep trill to acknowledge this, then takes the mental equivalent of a deep breath. He launches from his ledge a moment or two after she does, delighting in the sensation of wind beneath wings - and then he's gone, using the image before any disaster might take it from him. Moments later, he pops clear above Nabol. /Safe/. (Cadejoth to Yyth) To Cadejoth, Yyth is there, the string of connection between them enduring even through the jump between, like she's got to make sure he finds the other side. Her scream of delight when they both emerge from Between is enough to make ears bleed. « It's marvelous! » she says, trailing out over the waves towards dry land. « Marvelous! » agrees Cadejoth, clearly relieved to be in the warmth, rather than the cold of Between, probably as relieved as his rider, who clings to his straps with nervous anticipation for several seconds longer than is strictly necessary. The bronze shoots after Yyth, sweeping low over the waves, then slightly higher as they reach the white sand beach, letting him send up a cloud of sand - accompanied by mental laughter - before he backswings down to a landing. Yyth might be a little mollified that Cadejoth's landing is as sandy as hers, though his intentional and hers with her usual strange lack of grace. The excitement that hums through her as she waits for her rider to dismount into the sand-crater is visible as a whipping of her tail and a curling of her talons. « Warm, » is Yyth's thought, letting him feel the way her muscles stretch with delicious langour. She shakes off the desire to lay in the sun in the hot sand and bake, however, for the more pressing business. Tooth-fish. Either way, Cadejoth barely notices - his own tail whips as hard as hers, sending more sand flying, if inadvertantly, his impatience radiating through him, to join her hum with a clatter of metal and bone. « Deliciously warm. It is-- » There's a pause, as he digs free a memory, « The cat's meow! » Kas, dressed in cut-off trousers, and now unslinging his jacket from his shoulders to reveal a light-weight shirt, sniffs the air uncertainty, as if deciding whether he likes this heat, then drags down his bag, and Cadejoth's straps, so that the bronze is free to join Yyth. Tooth-fish! P'ax strips Yyth of her straps and a bag, grimacing over at K'del as he sends Yyth on her way. « The cat's meow? » she asks him curiously. « What's a cat? » She takes off again, sending sand into her rider's face and leaving him spitting and rubbing his eyes. « The deep water, that's where they'll be. » Cadejoth has to rustle the image up from K'del, it seems, by the time it takes him to respond, but there it is: a kitten, adorably cute, all black. « It means something good! » he adds in. But not the cat, as such. Just... the meow? K'del returns the grimace, as he dumps the straps on the ground, covering his face just in case as Yyth takes off again. "So where are we, exactly?" K'del wants to know. "Cadejoth didn't say." Cadejoth flies low enough that his wings nearly touch the waves with each beat, though he glides more than flies, as much as possible. « The deep water. Of course. Where else would they be! » P'ax sighs and pulls the pack off his back, opening it up and pulling out a blanket. The pack drops to the sand, the blanket gets opened and spread out over a relatively level, clear swath of sand. It's big enough for both of them, and K'del's books. "Nerat. Bremuth showed it to Yyth. She hasn't shut up about wanting to come here since he showed her the..whatever they are, the carnivore fish swimming out there. They look like shipfish, except I've never seen a shipfish with such bad teeth." He shrugs out of his jacket then, stuffing it back in his back. Yyth takes the cat image and ponders it. « Good for eating? » she asks brightly, hopefully. « I'm not sure. Do you think they can come out onto land? » She takes the higher route, looking for dark shapes in the water. "Nerat," repeats K'del, then he nods. "Should've known. /Have/ been here before, but only briefly. Probably not here /exactly/, but Nerat, anyway." Dragging his bag with him, he settles down onto the blanket, giving the other boy a nod of thanks for it, and settles back, glancing out over the ocean. After a moment, he shifts again, to remove his shoes. "Anyway," he continues, picking up the thread of conversation again. "Shipfish with teeth? Creepy. Sounds like the kind of thing she'd like, though." « I don't /think/ so, » says Cadejoth, cautiously. « K'del says they're good for hunting small things. He says his family has one. I think they'd be too small to be tasty, though. » Of the fish, he adds, « Probably not. Fish can't, can they? so they're out here. Somewhere. » P'ax grimaces. "Cadejoth likes them too," he points out and sighs, settling down at the edge of the blanket and digging at the sand boredly. "You have, huh? When? Thought you said you were from Tillek, can't get much more opposite side of the continent than that." Yyth almost pouts. « Small things are good to eat, too. I wonder if I could find one, just to try. It would make a good skull to add to my collection." She dips, letting her claws trail the water, out past where the water forms into swells, over the deep. « No, I suppose they can. They must be here somewhere then. » "Only because she brought them up," retorts K'del, but he's grinning as he says it, kicking off one shoe, and then the other, and digging his feet into the sand. "Mm. No, after I left Tillek. Leova took me flying, when we were candidates. And offered to take me places. I asked for a jungle, so--" He waves a hand. Nerat. « Too many bones, not enough flesh, though, » points out Cadejoth. « And I know you like bones, but not to /eat/. » But, truth be said, he has no particular interest in cats, so, his silent addition says, if she /wants/ to eat one... Feel free. « Must be, » he agrees, letting his own wings disrupt the water, then adds: « Maybe they're hiding. » P'ax looks over at him and smiles sheepishly. "Well, Bremuth brought them up to her, so we could blame L'vae if you'd like?" He lets out a sigh and falls back on the blanket, arms folded to support his head and gaze up at the blue sky overhead. "Oh, that's pretty cool of her. She'd never do that kind of thing for me." « Well, maybe I won't eat it, » Yyth agrees. « Hiding? Heeeeere little tooth-fish, come out, come out, wherever you are! » She wheels to sweep parallel to shore. « Oh, little tooth-fish... what's the plural of fish? Feesh? » K'del, looking entirely too amused, laughs. "L'vae's fault, then. Settled. This said, it's not bad out here." He settles back, glances at his bag, as if deliberating pulling out his books, then turns his head away again. Later, later. "She is pretty cool. At least when she's not trying to make fun of you." He pauses, then adds. "People are more likely to do nice things for people who're nice to them." Satisfied about the cat, Cadejoth draws his wings up, taking on a little altitude so as not to disturb the water - just in case. « Fishes! Lots of little fishes. Maybe. Feesh sounds funny. » P'ax runs his hand through his hair, dislodging some sand. "Most people are pretty cool, when they're not making fun of you." He considers for awhile and says, "Thing is, I don't know if I was ever actually particularly mean to her. She just decided she didn't like me. And even when I try to be nice to her, it doesn't change. Almost everyone else seems to at least /tolerate/ me now. Guess I just make her skin crawl." He sighs and lapses into silence. Yyth is on full-tilt with this feesh thing. « The plural of tooth is teeth, and goose is geese, so why not feesh? Teeth-feesh! » A strangely girlish giggle accompanies a splash of blood thrown like red paint, and then the pulsating of her mind stands still, « Cadejoth! There, to the right, I saw something in the water. » K'del accepts this much, expression rueful, but frowns for the rest. "Doubt it," he notes. "Guess you just have to prove that you're not the person she thought you were. If you care enough. Won't be weyrlings forever, and then it won't really matter, right?" He lets the sand run through his fingers, digging at it, but only paying it half attention. « But the plural of dragon is-- » begins Cadejoth, before Yyth's cry catches his attention, and he turns his mind to watching for the movement. « I don't see it. Where, Yyth, where? » There's a pounding, like a heartbeat, or a drum, excitement coursing through him. P'ax laughs, short and bitter and then subsides into a sky. "It matters a little. Maybe it won't be Leova herself, but there's bound to be other Leovas in the world. Maybe even in my wing, some day. And if everyone likes her, and she doesn't like me, well, aren't they likely to take her opinion of me to heart without forming their own if they don't meet me before she gets to them?" His head lolls over to look at the bronzerider. "You wouldn't hang out with me, if they didn't like each other." Them, Cadejoth and Yyth. "I'm not the most insightful guy, but I can tell that much. I get that from just about everyone. It's hard, not being liked. Exhausting. Of course I want to change that." He looks back up at the sky. "Don't know why you would think that I wouldn't." Yyth skims even lower to the surface, her wings sending up bright shimmering droplets of rainbow light where they fling water. « Here! This way! » There where she angles, three sleek creatures dart through the waves. K'del's head tilts, letting him look at P'ax for the first time, properly, during their conversation. "Don't think people go around talking about you all the time, P'ax," he notes, keeping his voice even in tone, his expression mostly neutral. "And I've hung out with you, without them. So I can't dislike you that much, can I?" His lips purse, before he adds, "You just didn't seem to want to, for a while. Maybe I was wrong." This time, Cadejoth does see the creatures in the water, and lets out a positively joyful below - which, of course, scares them just a little, causing them to race off in the other direction. He sounds disappointed: « They don't seem to like us much. » P'ax laughs some more. "Yeah. Guess you're right. I'm just paranoid, I guess. It's hard enough. Used the happen at the Hall though. Whenever we'd get a new apprentice, inevitably they'd hear something about me. But I guess rumors happen more between twelve year olds than twenties." He looks over again to meet K'del's face and shrugs loosely. "Maybe you were. Just needed to warm up to the place, get used to it. I assumed a lot of things. The Weyr, and Yyth, they've taught me different. Never too late for me to be a different person, too." Yyth rumbles a rebuke and then releases it when she catches better sight of the fleeing creatures. « It's okay. They're not tooth-fish, » she says in disappointment. « They had the wrong tails. » "Guess we're closer to twenty, than to twelve," remarks K'del, in a tone that suggests that twelve was a very long time ago, thank you. He considers the other weyrling, and nods. "Reckon we've all changed, at least a little." Chastised, Cadejoth's tail droops a little, splishing through the water again, but hurriedly lifting once it is confirmed that they were not, after all, the tooth-fish. « Oh, » he says. « Well, I'm glad I didn't scare the tooth-fish away. Though I bet they wouldn't have been scared, anyway. Bet they're really fierce, and brave, too. » "Technically, we are at an equidistance from both, being four Turns past twelve, and four Turns away from twenty," comments P'ax, splitting hairs. "Can't imagine anyone going through this and not changing, can you? I mean, it's so much, it's too big for any one person to come through intact." Yyth considers and then dips, skimming the water to come to a landing. « Maybe if we wait for them, they will come to us. Maybe they are shy, even with all those teeth. » K'del dismisses this argument with a wave of his hand. "But we're more than four turns past twelve, and less than four from twenty, because we've already been sixteen for a bit. So." 'So there', in fact, though he doesn't actually say the 'there'. For the rest, however, he agrees simply: "Yeah. Didn't think I would change. Figured I was pretty set, already, you know? But." Cadejoth accepts the waiting, although with a heavy heart, his disappointment showing through a sad, solemn ripple, a mournful clang. Rather than follow Yyth's lead and land, he dives beneath the surface, reporting, a moment later: « They're not down here, either. I wish things weren't shy. How are we supposed to see them, and play with them, if they're shy? » P'ax stretches slowly and rolls onto his side, propping his head up with his hand. "Alright, I suppose you've got me there," he concedes. "How? We were only fifteen. Nobody's so set at fifteen. Even candidacy has to change you a little." His blue eyes roll easily. Yyth tries to cheer Cadejoth up with a wash of raw meat, deep mud. « They will come. I need to rest, » she admits sheepishly. « I can't fly as long as you can. » Satisfied with this, K'del grins, though he adds, "Fifteen's pretty close to an adult. And I figure I was old for my age. Old enough to know what I wanted - or, at least, what I didn't want. But I did change." So maybe not quite as adult as he may have thought, that he certainly doesn't verbalise that. The mud, and the meat (though not together) do cheer Cadejoth, who pushes his way out of the water again, and sends a note of fondness to the green. « We'll rest, then. It's okay. You fly faster than I do, but I fly longer. It works out. » P'ax laughs. "Guess you're right. Old enough to be your own man. But I don't think old enough to be unchangable. Javeri, she's almost twenty-three, and even she's not unchangable, and she's definitely a woman." Too much woman for him. "Wonder how much longer til they start tapping. They'll probably tap you guys first, the leadership class folk." Yyth rises out of the water with some difficulty without a solid surface to push off of and rises into the air once more. « Yes. We'll always get where we're going at least. Just might take me a few more stops. Which way should we look for them now, do you think? » It takes K'del a few moments to place the name, but when he does, he nods. "Didn't know she was that old. But. Guess so. Maybe we always stay changeable. Don't know." His head shakes for the rest. "Guess it'll be a while, still. They're only-- nine months? Ten? Something like that. They may. But I don't know. Leova told me - a couple of us - that they sort of /bid/ on who gets who. So I guess the Wingleaders know us, the leadership group, better... but that doesn't mean they won't get others first. It's kind of random." « Nothing wrong with stops, » notes Cadejoth, kindly. « 'Cause then, there's more interesting stuff to see, right? So it makes it okay. Mm. Hm. Don't know! » "Bid, huh? Like paying? That's funny. I sort of hope we'll wind up in Icicle. Maybe Yyth's takeoffs and landings will get easier if she hangs around more dragons her own size. She hates the competition, but it'd probably be good for her." Yyth makes a lazy circle while she waits for him to decide. « Any way seems just as likely as another? » she offers. P'ax nods his head a few times. "So she told me. Don't think she'd lie to me, but I told her she didn't look that old. Says her family ages well." Unconcerned, he goes on. "Yeah, I know. Feels like it's been longer, though. It's hard not to think about." He gives a snort and comments wryly, "Bid, huh? Like paying? That's funny. I sort of hope we'll wind up in Icicle. Maybe Yyth's takeoffs and landings will get easier if she hangs around more dragons her own size. She hates the competition, but it'd probably be good for her." Yyth makes a lazy circle while she waits for him to decide. « Any way seems just as likely as another? » she offers. "Good for her, I guess. I find most girls want to look younger than they are. At least after they stop looking like little girls, anyway." K'del seems to agree with the idea that it feels longer than it has been, nodding his head furiously - but adds, wryly, "Apparently, sometimes it involves playing cards. Sounds like an interesting process, anyway. Icicle? Mm, could see you two there. Sort of thinking about Iceberg, or Avalanche. I want a wing that'll keep drilling, you know? Not try and retrain to do other things during the Interval." Cadejoth rises, considering the vista beneath thoughtfully, and then, without any notice, darts off, further out to see. « This way! » he declares. « We're only on the edge of the deep. They might like it deeper, see. » "Yeah, don't know many that want to look like little girls any longer than they have to." P'ax tugs at a loose thread in the blanket's weave. "I can understand that. Just don't see much of a point myself. Yyth and I will never see Threadfall. As long as dragonriders are rumored to live, nobody lives /that/ long. More sound to my way of thinking to do something that works for now." Yyth is more than happy to follow Cadejoth farther out to see, keeping her pace more suitable to his speed so that he can truly lead. « Perhaps you are right! » she agrees eagerly. "Kash - my sister - used to stare at herself in the mirror for ages every day, just to see if maybe she hadn't started growing yet," remembers K'del, fondly. "Mm," he agrees, of the rest. "Can see that, too. But. /Someone/ has to keep training, so that all of that can get passed on, and on, and on. Until there's thread again." Relatively unaccustomed to leading, Cadejoth keeps turning his head back, looking around every which way. « Hope so! » he agrees, turning on a wingtip to consider the water below. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing again. P'ax chuckles. "Must be different to have siblings. Girls." He presses his lips together and stares out towards the water, perhaps looking for the dragons now just specks in the sky as far out as they've flown. "You're right. Both have their place." He tips his head in a strange sort of salute. "Just like greenriders and bronzeriders, Hold, Hall, and Weyr." Yyth extends a tendril of awareness so that Cadejoth can be reassured of her presense. She trails him like a loyal puppy at its master's heels, mimicing each turn and keeping an eye out. « Maybe they aren't playing today. » K'del doesn't seem to know about 'different'; his mouth curls into something thoughtful, then settles again, into a half-smile. "Felt pretty normal to me. Helped me understand girls better, maybe. Kash and I, we were-- close." He shifts, turning so that he can lie on his stomach and face the water, his chin propped up by his hands. "Exactly. Place for everyone. Can't run a weyr without the weyr staff, or the holders that grow the food, or the crafters that make stuff." Cadejoth entwines the tendril with his chains, not so much to bind her to him, but to add his own link, his presence. Up, he flies, to get a better view, then down again. « Maybe, » he admits, reluctantly. « But I want them to. Why wouldn't they play? Maybe Bremuth was making fun. » Maybe she shouldn't listen to him, after all. P'ax hums thoughtfully. "Maybe I should adopt a little sister," he teases sarcastically. "Find out the secrets of women and unravel their mysteries so I can stop putting my foot in my mouth." He extends his arm and rests his head on it. "Do you ever wish you'd been born during the Pass?" Out over the water, Yyth gives those chains a playful tug and as she makes another turn, she comes back around for a second look. « What's that? » she asks curiously, indicating what looks like a cloud of silver flashes. And then, much deeper, long shapes, darker shapes, a different color than the shipfish from earlier. Where the shipfish were sleek, these are built like tanks, bulky, fast, turning swiftly to herd the cloud, picking off the edges before turning away, always moving. "Maybe you should," says K'del, clearly aware of the sarcasm, but considering the idea all the same. "Um - maybe... Madilla, the healer apprentice? She won't want to sleep with you," he's confident of this much, "And she's nice. Though I don't know she'd count as a younger sister. Got to be around your age." He takes a moment before answering the question. "No. But also... yes. Don't like the idea of dying, that's for sure. But it would be something to... achieve at. Focus on. You know?" « There! » Cadejoth's enthusiasm twangs back into action, all disappointment fading from view. « Those are them. They must be! Ooooh, they do look fierce. » P'ax lifts an eyebrow. "Madilla?" he chuckles. "Well that's good. I wouldn't want to sleep with her." Cringe. "Well. You should introduce us some time. So long as she's not going to kick me or something." He looks at the bronzerider as if seeking some assurance that he's not going to get beat up by the healer girl. "The last Healer apprentice I met near about drowned me. Yyth tripped her, I had to help her wash the bandages she dropped all afternoon while she glared daggers into the side of my head." Yyth raises a jubilant scream, and this bothers the things down below not one bit. « It must be them, » she confirms, all excitment and bloodlust. « What are they doing? » "I would," says K'del, of sleeping with Madilla. "But she's holdbred, some kind of crazy conservative type, I think. Don't think she'd kick you, no. She's just... nice." He nods, lazily, grinning across at P'ax. "Promise. Which healer was that? Guess some of them are mean. Don't know - Madilla's the only healer I've ever really known." Thankfully, Yyth's scream is too far away to really assault his ears - and Cadejoth is not at all bothered by it, instead bubbling over with excitement. « Oooh, I think it is. I think they're eating! They must eat the other fish. Like we do, only animals, not fish. Maybe they're the dragons of the water! » "You'd sleep with anyone with the right equipment given half the chance," P'ax points out boredly. He yawns, lulled by the sun and his laugh is soft and lazy. "Caro-something. Mean little vixen. Only healer? Haven't you ever had to see one, for a cold, or a broken bone?" This seems strange to him. ""They've found those things," he comments, apparently listening in. « Yes, water-dragon-tooth-fish! I eat fish, I like fish. Tasty morsels. » She contemplates the flashing school of fish, wondering at her odds of catching one. K'del considers this for a moment, then shrugs. "Not quite. Close, though, I guess. Actually do have standards, you know. And it's better when I like 'em as people." His nose wrinkles for this other healer, though he obviously has no particular knowledge of the girl, and adds, "Sure I have. But I haven't really had a conversation with them, you know? Hard to know what they're like." He gives a heavy-lidded glance out to sea, though there's not much to see of the two dragons, and laughs. "Sounds like it. Cadejoth is positively buzzing." Cadejoth picks up on her thoughts, gleefully diving towards the water. « I will catch one for you! I bet they're tasty. » P'ax lifts his hands in supplication. "Okay, it was a dig, I admit it. I can see, about liking them. Don't think I could at all, with someone I didn't like." He exhales contently. "The Healer at the Hall was a nice man. I burned my hand once pretty bad picking up pair of tongs that had been in the flames too long. It all looks the same, hot or cold, metal does. He was very gentle." Yyth does the equivalent of a mental swoon. « My hero! » She cavorts in the air, watching the sharks continue to feed off the rapidly turning school. « Perhaps you should avoid the tooth-fish though, in case they don't like sharing. » "I /have/," says K'del, of people he doesn't like. "But it really wasn't... the same. Maybe if you really hated them, then you could just... pound out the hatred, you know?" Too much information? "Ouch," he continues, of the burning hot metal. "Sounds unpleasant. On your hand, too." « I could take them! » insists Cadejoth, manliest man ever, out to prove his might. « But if you prefer, I'll stick to the little ones." This is not, however, quite as easy as it looks - and on his first dive, he fails to come up with anything. P'ax considers even as he turns red. "Rough. Interesting." His eyes skim away uncomfortably towards the waves. "Getting hot. Want to swim?" Yyth snorts, amused, watching Cadejoth's efforts. « I have no doubt, but just as I do not want to see them harm you, I wouldn't want you to harm them. Try batting them out of the water. It's easier from a stand-still, but I'm sure you can do it. » All womanly ego-boosting right there. With a smirk for the blush, K'del says, only, "Can be." Interesting, that is. "Swim?" This gets some thought before he nods, drawing himself back up to a seated position, so that he can begin to wiggle himself out of his clothes. "Might as well make use of it. Lake's too cold, now, and hot springs aren't quite the same." Cadejoth seems disappointed that Yyth /doesn't/ want him to hurt the creatures - how unlike her! - but assents to the suggestion with a flick of his tail and a snaking coil of chain, like a lassoo, though it is his talons and forelimbs that he attempts to use to secure the tasty treat. This time, he is more successful, and returns with a single (if tiny) fish for the green, presented with pride. P'ax clears his throat, disspelling a mental image that is either unpleasant, or just a little too pleasant. "Exactly. A shame to waste all that warm sea water and never dip a toe in it." He rises to his feet and pulls his shirt off over his head. Yyth, terribly unlike her, apparently values the bronze over carnage. « Well done! » cries the green in her mind, echoed at the same time by a sharp trill of triumph. « You are amazing, Cadejoth. » As the greenrider clears his throat, K'del's gaze is on him, appraisingly. Whatever conclusion he draws from it, he only smirks, dropping his shirt and then his trousers, on the blanket, and heading straight for the water. "Would be," he agrees, over his shoulder, as his toe enters surf, then the rest of his foot. Cadejoth is amazing, isn't he? The bronze positively squirms with delight, chains whirrling madly, bones rattling in satisfaction. « I am! I caught it for you, all by myself. Though you helped, with your suggestion. So we both win. » P'ax pulls off his shoes and pants, trailing K'del into the water. "What's that smirk for?" he asks curiously and sighs contently. "Oh, like a giant hot spring with less people in it." Yyth angles in as close as she dares, letting her cheek graze his before having to pull away before their wings have a chance to foul. « Quite an acheivement! » she congratulates him, swooping in to try for one of her own. K'del shrugs, explaining, "You're just an interesting person to watch. All your little reactions, telling stories about your inner thoughts." He doesn't seem to mean to be offensive with this, whether or not it is taken this way, adding cheerfully, "A giant hot spring that isn't all that hot, exactly." He wades in, and, dropping into an easy paddle once the water is high enough. Cadejoth lets out a low, contented /purr/ as Yyth's cheek grazes his, beating his wings to keep him level while she does so. « Bet you'll do it, too! » he enthuses, as she swoops in, watching with affection and pride. P'ax tips his head. "Really?" he asks curiously, his eyebrows lifting in surprise. "Huh. Never knew." He shrugs and sinks into the water to his shoulders before striking out at a steady pace. Yyth makes a target and smacks it out of the water, her head swiveling to snap the fish out of the air. « Do you want to keep fishing or head in? » But K'del just smiles, amused by this, and clearly with no intention of elaborating. As soon as it's deep enough, he ducks his head under, and then, breaking the surface again, resumes his easy strokes as he heads further out, watching the dragons in the distance. « Let's head in. It's a long way, and I don't want you too tired. We'll play in the water! » Cadejoth has already turned upon his wingtip, gliding back towards the shallows, where they can enjoy the sun - and the cool water - for as long as the afternoon lasts. |
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