Logs:Test Run
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| RL Date: 11 October, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Pia |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Tillek Hold, Starsmith Hall |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis and Pia attempt a trial run of this whole mapmaking venture. |
| Where: Tillek Hold |
| When: Day 17, Month 13, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Mielline/Mentions |
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| It's a rare sunny morning, cold, but clear that the rippled sails of the brown can be spotted as the pair spiral down to the beach. At least this time Akluseth has the good manners not to land in the surf this time, and once on the ground Edyis drops to start adusting the bags hitched to his straps. She checks the coordinates once more, and the placement of Rukbat in the sky, against the note carried in hand, the pinkish ink positively screaming cheerful enthusiasm, and causing the rider to smile broadly as she pats her lifemate's side. Akluseth's eyes scan the beach for sign of the Starcrafter. Pia's late, but is that really surprising? She surely doesn't seem like a particularly time-conscious person. She's visible from afar: a slender figure running, helter-skelter, across the sand from the Seacraft Hall, sand flying up behind her as she runs. "Hello!" she calls as she gets closer, visibly puffed but still doing the best to balance the satchel over her shoulder and the enthusiastic rhythm of her stride. "Hi!" Akluseth's neck cranes and he sniffs at the woman if she gets close enough, staring at her intently while his rider fishes something from one of the bags. The parcel gets tossed in Pia's direction, "Should fit over your clothes, but it's a little cold to take you up without proper gear. It's a loan" She makes sure to specify with a grin, "But hopefully I got the size right." The borrowed leathers in question are in good shape, there's even a set of goggles included. "That stretch of cliffside to the north right?" Akluseth's interest doesn't seem to faze Pia, who tips her head up to beam at the brown, waving one hand at him. "And you must be-- it's Akluseth, isn't it? That's what you told me, right?" That is plainly directed at Edyis, to whom the journeyman turns in order to accept the gear. "Right," she agrees, without missing a beat. "I'm pretty sure you can figure out the way. It's complicated to try and get from the ground, or even from the sea, and I think it'd be the perfect example of how much easier we can make things." Her bag gets dumped, but only so that she can wiggle her way into the leathers, which mostly fit. There's a soft rumble for an answer, even though the question isn't addressed at him. "Akluseth." Edyis confirms with a wry grin, "Kinda fun to say really." Though that might be more personal opinion than fact. She continues checking the bags, tossing a belt over once the leathers are on, "Make sure it's tight, he might try some hairbrained maneuvers. I can fit your bag into one of the more secure ones on his straps or you can wear it if you like." The former scribe offers doing a last check of the brown's straps. "Yeah, speaking of that, did you get a chance to talk to your craftmasters?" Glancing over her shoulder at the woman. "It's a good name," says Pia, approvingly, and rather as if she thinks her opinion matters. The belt goes on over her borrowed leathers, but as for her bag? "No, I'd better keep it. I'll need to draft as we go, as best I can. That'll be the real trick; how well I can sketch things out, even roughly, while flying." Instead, she pulls the bag back over her shoulder, now ready to go, and to add: "Not yet. I'd like to send in a copy of my work today, when it's finished, as a demonstration of what can be done this way. I think it could give it more weight, don't you? Actual evidence!" Edyis glances over at her with that, and there's the start of a frown. "Ah, do you have a drawing board or something? Should we tie a string or something to it in case the wind kicks up? Can you draft with gloves on?" The series of questions floods out as rapid fire the former scribe starts to think about the process in detail. "Might take a couple of tries to figure out how to actually do that while flying." That thought never occurred to the scribe apparently. She pulls herself up on the brown's neck first, offering a hand down to the starcrafter. As disorganised as Pia may seem, there is evidently some thought behind her: grinning, she produces, yes, a drawing board, with her pencil already tied to it, and a pair of fingerless gloves. "I'm hoping this will help," she announces, stowing all of this in her bag again so that she can use that hand to climb up; clearly, dragonriding is not something she's done a lot of, though it's probably not her first time. "We can experiment. If it works, great. If not... back to the drawing board!" Like the one she's pulling out again, now that she's safely buckled in. That the scribe grins at the forethought is perhaps telling as she double checks the straps out of habit. "You haven't been around dragons much have you?" Edyis asks, adjusting herself so that there's enough room to lean the board against the rider's back if needed. Akluseth, as nice as he is however, isn't very patient, and without warning he launches into the air, steady wingbeats pulling them into the air and up, up, up, into the sky. "Not all that--" Pia breaks off to squeak as Akluseth launches himself, the rest of her words lost to the motion (and the wind). She's managing, though; she hasn't let go of her board, nor has she upchucked, or started to hyperventilate. After that initial squeak, her breathing is even. "Not much!" There's a visible nod as the wind kicks in, and then a loud "Uh, oh. Hang on." To what the brownrider doesn't specify as the brown gains more altitude and banks hard, so that they are out over the water looking at the coastline. Apparently Akluseth has his own plans for the time it takes to get from where they are to the particular stretch they are mapping. Nothing too harrowing, but not something anyone prone to airsickness would enjoy. There's a string of swearwords audible from the brownrider as they level out. And she turns to check on their passenger. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. He's...Ahtzudaeth put some odd ideas in his head." Does Pia enjoy it? That's debatable, really-- she's not laughing with pleasure, or squealing in delight, but she's also not showing signs of major discomfort. There's a faint tinge of green in her expression as Edyis looks back, but her smile is, as ever, undaunted; perhaps she just needs to get used to this kind of flying! "No, it's fine, it's fine." She may be convincing herself of this as she goes, but still-- there is that smile. "He's energetic. I like that in a man!" To Edyis, Akluseth projects, « See she has good taste in males atleast. » To Akluseth, Edyis projects, « Shut up you, you are supposed to see if she might be a candidate for the eggs, not see if she'll upchuck on you. » Silvery bubles suffuse his tenor, « The two are not mutually exclusive you know. » (Edyis to Akluseth) Edyis seems relieved, as they level out. "He's just, well, him." She mutters apologetically as the coastline unfurls below them, "Can't slow down too much or we will lose altitude but we can do several passes, let me know if we need to change direction or if you want to get in closer for details. " She calls back. Her cheeks either red from her dragon's behavior or the wind. This, well. This is exciting for Pia, who strains in her seat to get into a better position, and who readies her pen, utter concentration, as they begin the fly-by. Akluseth, and the flying this far, is forgotten; Pia's pencil is probably not the steadiest, but it moves quickly, drafting and redrafting as they fly. "Can we get a little lower?" she wonders. "I need to see that ridge." To Akluseth, Edyis projects, « Lower and no fancy tricks this time. » To Edyis, Akluseth projects, « Killjoy. » They round back and make the second pass lower, Akluseth's claws barely avoiding the treetops and the cliff face. Still the brown seems to be enjoying himself, even if his rider seems dubious. Mostly holding still, though it's obvious she wants to see how the drafting is going. Every so often, Pia makes sounds that seem utterly despairing, except than there there will be a sharp, excited exhalation, and more frantic pencil work. She's surprisingly unchatty as she works, as if all that energy and enthusiasm is actually channelled into something, leaving her no bandwidth for anything else. Abruptly, however: "One more fly by, and then I think that's as good as I can get. Higher, this time? I need to make sure it looks right from way, way above." The sounds, often have Edyis starting to look back over her shoulder, only to remember that she probably needs to hold still. There is at last some small relief in the utterance of words. Akluseth catches a thermal to oblige, corkscrewing up and up and up. The last pass made at a high altitude. When all is done, they circle back to land in a clearing near the cliff side. The brown rumbling softly as his claws sink into the ground. Edyis finally turns around to study the girl at length as though waiting for something. To Akluseth, Edyis projects, « Well? » To Edyis, Akluseth projects, « Well what? I told you she smells nice. Doesn't look like she is sparkly covered, though, but Atzuadaeth said that wasn't necessarily important. She should scratch that spot, you know the one. Just to be sure. » By the time they land, Pia is all but bouncing in her seat. "That," she tells Edyis, "Was amazing. I don't know that I'll be able to use a lot of this, because I think I'll need more practice to really get it right, you know? But it was so much easier and faster. You're amazing, and so's Akluseth, and... I'm so excited!" She holds up her work for inspection. It's certainly rough, but the outline is very definitely outlined in a quick, precise hand... several times over, with variations, and short-hand notes. The enthusiasm causes the scribe to grin widely, and when she gets the chance to inspect it there's a nod. "Between the lot of them, you've got it, it looks like. If you composite this section, with these sections here." Why she's so certain she doesn't care to elaborate on. There's a wry smile. "I'm glad because Akluseth has a little favor to ask of you." An apologetic smile on her face, "There's a spot right back there, you should, might be able to reach. Could you scratch it for him?" Refraining from rolling her eyes at her lifemate's request. To Edyis, Akluseth projects, « Hey, you told me I couldn't lick her, so a dragons gotta work with what he's given. » Pia's dark eyes study her work as Edyis does, her nod, as the brownrider speaks, one of absolute, determined agreement. "I think so! I'll tidy it all up and do a proper version before I write to my Masters. It'll still take loads less time than this would have any other way." Her enthusiasm doesn't wane so much as shift as she registers Edyis' last words, hesitation obvious... but only for a moment. "Well, of course. Since he's done such a wonderful thing for me." The board gets stowed, and then she turns in order to find the spot in question, pencil-marked fingers rubbing as best she can. "Like that?" Pure unbridled pleasure and something like electricity sparking, as those finger hit the right spot. « Yeah, she'll do. » (Akluseth to Edyis) Oh yeah that's the spot, the brown's leg shakes a little, which makes things potentially awkward for those balancing on him. "Oh for pity's sake." Edyis mutters, as the beast cranes his neck. "You might want to add in your letters to your craftmaster," The former scribe adds once the brown is done with his display. "That you have something that makes you an ideal candidate to stand for the upcoming clutches, if that is a road you are willing to consider." Edyis pauses to let that sink in before continuing. "Officially Wingleader Mielline has even offered you a place within Snowdrift should you impress and wish to continue your craft. Subject to your craft hall's approval, but I think." Edyis taps the drawing, "You have evidence enough of what kind of value such an arrangement might be to your craft." "I-- what?" There's not much that strikes Pia dumb, but this, this is definitely one such thing. Those fingers stop; her head turns so that she can look at Edyis again, her expression utterly baffled. "You mean... me, with a dragon that's mine, still working on my maps?" Forever and ever? Even in a state of shock, it's obvious she has some comprehension of what this could mean. "That is the intent, yes." Edyis answers, with a smile. There's a flicker of something and she's careful to add, "Of course, bear in mind, not every dragon is suited to something of that nature, and things may not work out the way you planned. Even if you don't choose to stand, or if you don't impress we would still wish to pursue this." There's a small rumble from the brown and Edyis laughs, "I can't say I regret impressing Akluseth though, and even he it seems can be coaxed into behaving long enough for you to draft out your maps." Qualifying factors may or may not register for Pia, right now; from her expression, she's deep within dragon dreams, enraptured in the sheer possibility of all of this. Abruptly, however, she blinks that away, focusing upon Edyis. "I'll have to write to my craft," she says. "Before I can give any kind of answer. I mean, that's the way of things, right? But there's a little time. The eggs aren't due to hatch yet? It's the right time of turn to change postings, regardless, so... it may be doable. We'll just have to see! I... thank you, Edyis. And Akluseth. This changes everything." Edyis nods, "Naturally." And there's another nod. "There's time, but I wouldn't procrastinate any with this either, the eggs harden more every day." And there's a smile, and a chuff that might be laughter from the brown. "Take you back to the seacraft?" "I'll write today," Pia promises, fervently. "One way or another... I'll be in contact?" For heading back to the seacraft, she nods; after that, there's something distracted about her, as if she's already redrafting her map, or writing that letter, in her head. |
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