Logs:Tensions at Tillek
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| RL Date: 6 February, 2016 |
| Who: Jocelyn, Silva, Aidavanth, Zaisyreth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jocelyn and Silva go on sweeps over Tillek, much to the latter's discomfort. |
| Where: Western Bowl, High Reaches Weyr / Skies Above Tillek |
| When: Day 11, Month 13, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Wind, rain, and snow combine to make for miserable, sleety weather today. |
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| Intermittent sleet throughout the day doesn't make for pleasant weather in which to ride along on sweeps, but dragonriders on duty can't be choosy about when and where they're going to serve. It's cold enough for Jocelyn to be bundled into the thick, well-insulated outerwear common to the region, furred hood pulled up over her riding gear as she leans closer to Aidavanth, who has one wing extended to try to provide some buffer to her rider against the wind. They're but one pair of a small group of weyrlings that's scheduled to go with a Hailstorm brownrider to fly over Tillek today; he and his dragon wait a couple of paces away for the remainder of their quartet to join them, shading a look toward the skies every now and then. Silva went way far past well dressed for the cold when she layered a fur coat over the sweater and laid a windbreaker over all of that. Add in the scarf, gloves, double layer of hat, and specially made insulated pants, and it's almost impossible to see her under everything. There's totally a nose in there, and a hint of dark black hair. Zaisyreth seems less concerned about the cold as he idly snaps at pieces of sleet as they fall playfully. No matter that Silva's the last to arrive, she calls out, "Can we //go// yet?" It's a few more minutes before any directives come from the older dragon, not until the green pair scheduled to go with their classmates doesn't show and reports in unable to go while her rider just got excused from duties after taking her respiratory illness to the infirmary. « It'll be just the three of us. Let's go, » Khavoth tells the weyrlings as his rider raises a hand in greeting for Silva before mounting up, giving the signal to fly soon after. « Be careful. » Aidavanth is, as usual, full of nothing but warm greetings for her sibling, presence calm while Jocelyn scales her height - up and up to buckle in securely. It's a good thing that the human half of the dragon pair doesn't have the whole talk-mind-to-mind thing going on with anyone but their particular dragon. It saves Silva a lot of face. Zaisyreth's thoughts are as sunny as the weather outside is chilly, full of optimism and calming warmth. Silva doesn't have nearly as far to go and she manages to make it (bulky clothing and all) before Jocelyn reaches Aidavanth's buckles. Of course, it takes the bluerider longer to //get// buckled with all of those layers. It requires some adjustments. Pushing back her hats slightly reveals Silva's finely cut features as Zaisyreth gives his all clear signal by backing up a step to prepare to fly. Up, up and away; once the weyrlings are airborne with him, Khavoth shares his visual, indicating that he'll meet them over Tillek and goes between after climbing higher over the spindles. It isn't sleeting when they emerge high over one of the minor holdings, but it's still wet and cold in the aftermath of teleportation. Following the course set by the brown and his rider as they head along the coast, Aidavanth hangs back a moment so that Zaisyreth can fly ahead of her if he likes; she'll take the brunt of the winds at their backs far more easily. Silva and Zaisyreth go, following the pair between, the whole 'do what you are told thing' kinda engrained now. But when they burst out into the open some of that warm calm is missing from Zaisyreth's thoughts. Rather then fall in front of the gold the blue pair lag behind, as if any excitement has gone missing from their little adventure. It's as if a shadow has fallen over the pair as unease stirs itself up. It's usually a pleasure for the young queen to work with this particular sibling, and Aidavanth doesn't expect today to be any different, reaching out to Zaisyreth with a warmth that belies the current conditions in which they fly. There's concern, too, in the wake of his unease; as he hangs back, she slows her own pace slightly. « Are you and Silva well? » she asks, even as their sweep leader, perhaps sensing that something's amiss with his trainees once he's gone a dragonlength, then two without anyone keeping pace, signals for them to land not far from the shore so that he can better check in with the younger pairs. Words come slowly upon warm breaths of air as Zaisyreth chooses his words carefully. « Silva is... concerned. » This is kept strictly between the dragons of the weyrlings, with no hint leaking to their wingrider. When they land though, Silva's going to take the lead on sharing their worry with less care then Zaisyreth is showing. She's off the blue's back and running (stumbling some in her bulk) towards their sweep rider. "We're //not// going near the hold, right?" Slightly begging. "Just a standard sweep over the area, Silva, " I'gand says patiently enough, swinging down from his brown in a quick dismount. "We're not here to visit Tillek Hold. We are making sure that their lands and people stay safe." Pulling off his helmet, one hand runs over his dark hair before he motions for the younger riders to fan out. "We may as well do a quick check here while we're on the ground. You two, follow the coast that way and keep your eyes peeled. Khavoth will recall you shortly." « Concerned, » Aidavanth echoes to her brother thoughtfully as they land. Jocelyn observes Silva's distress silently, sliding carefully to the ground some moments later with gloved hands balled briefly into fists before they relax. "I wouldn't have figured that going near a major hold would make you all that nervous, " the redhead says dryly as she sets off over the crunchy, packed ground slowly enough for the other rider to fall into step next to her, should she choose. Silva pulls off her hat so she can stare at the brownrider, as if judging to see if he's pulling her leg or something. Reluctantly she relaxes a bit and tucks her hat under an arm. "Fine." Abrupt capitulation as she stomps off towards the area where they've been directed. The dry words get a eyeroll and a scowl. "You don't know what you're talking about." The words are snapped as she falls in beside her clutchmate. "So just... just leave it alone." Pale eyes turn from their surroundings to study Silva in a sidelong glance as they continue before flicking dutifully back to examining the ground ahead of them, then the gray skies. "As you wish, " Jocelyn says neutrally, lips pursing faintly in a manner that's more thoughtful than critical. "Have you developed a preference yet for any of the wings, you and Zaisyreth?" Surely that is a safer topic. For all she's given in to the whole 'go do this thing' Silva's still tense. It shows when there's a shuffle in the bushes to one side and she straight up jumps as if just /standing// on this shore has her on edge. It's probably that jumpyness that causes her to snap out in her most bitch tone - "Why is //everyone// asking me that question?!" It's only been two, but still, "I don't care so long as like, I don't have to do stupid stuff like walking along stupid Tillek's shore!" First Silva's jump, then that outburst cause Jocelyn's steps to halt, fingernails curling to bite into her palms as she pivots on a heel to stare at the younger weyrling. "Shells, Silva! What's gotten into you?" Perhaps surprisingly, it comes out sounding more startled than anything else. "You've got to pull yourself together. We have a job to do, " regardless of how empty the space around them happens to be at present. "//Look//," Silva wraps her arms around herself and turns on Jocelyn. "I don't want to //be// here. I want to be..... //anywhere// else!" A deep breath as she looks away from Jocelyn. "I'm from Tillek, okay? But like... I haven't told anyone here that I impressed. I don't... I don't want them to know, okay? So just... let's do this and we can like... get out of here." It still has overtones of bitch written in it as Silva turns around again and stalks off in the direction they've been walking. Eyebrows lifting, Jocelyn stands stock-still for a moment while the bluerider stalks onward, expression taken aback in the wake of Silva's little revelation. It's some moments more before she takes long strides to try to catch up, gloved hands stuffing awkwardly into her pockets. There's a tighter set, however briefly, to her jaw and a distant look turned to the shore for a time, at least until Khavoth informs their lifemates that it's time for them to circle back to continue their survey from the air. "We should head back, " the redhead says rather unnecessarily, posture uncomfortable, but it's more weary than business-like, even if the look she gives the teenager after remains relatively impassive. Not unkindly, "Come on. If we're lucky, it'll be a relatively short pass before we get to go home." Zaisyreth's slight concern doesn't fade, though he's letting his rider choose what exactly she wants to share with the other rider. Silva turns back in silence and they walk most of the way back with Silva still keeping that uncharacteristic composure. "Look... just... Whatever. It's nothing." It's like a fight between her normal chatterbox and desire to keep what has been her quiet little thing to herself, a bit of grinding her teeth together before she spits out, "I can't stop you from telling anyone. I'd probably deserve it too." And then she's going to break into a run to Zaisyreth's back and up it, even if Jocelyn does happen to say something back about that. Jocelyn watches and listens rather than outwardly reacting, expression measuring by the time they've returned to where the dragons await. « She wouldn't tell for personal gain - or out of spite, » Aidavanth says staunchly - quietly - to Zaisyreth while all three pairs prepare to resume their flight. « Home is the same place for all of us, now. » But then their sweep leader is giving the directive to take off, and both halves of this particular pair maintain a quiet distance during the remainder of their chilly survey. |
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