Logs:The future
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| RL Date: 25 May, 2008 |
| Who: Lujayn, X'lar |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Malsaeth wakes Rielsath to discuss the future and other rhetorical things. |
| When: Day 1, Month 7, Turn 16 (Interval 10) |
| Rielsath senses that Malsaeth's thoughts are clouded, rain a distant pitter patter. « Do you sleep, Rielsath? » Rielsath> Malsaeth senses that Rielsath slumbers only lightly, flickers of candlelight awakening at Malsaeth's words. « Not anymore, » She replies with warm amusement, hazy light slowly focusing as she gains awareness. The beam swivels, searching out the Istan bronze. « I guess you aren't, though. » Rielsath senses that Malsaeth considers the statements before seemingly, amusingly replying back « Didn't mean to wake you. » Although, considering its sly tone, that might be exactly what the bronze was up to today. « No. Mine thinks about the future, as do I. » No stories tonight. Not yet, at least. Instead, it's simple admissions from the crimson-chased bronze. « Do you think much about the future, Rielsath? » Almost like a child sneaking out of bed, the beam narrows and dims, half-hidden in the darkness. Rielsath replies with whispered conspiration, happy to share Malsaeth's sly tones. « Don't worry. » She might grin, but it's hard to tell in the murky half-light. « The future is interesting. It can be anything, » Keen to share her thoughts, more confident. « I can make it be anything. » (Rielsath to Malsaeth) Rielsath senses that Malsaeth watches the beam narrow and dim, the pitter patter of rain continuing onward as he speaks to the sunfire gold. « We can shape it as we like, this is true. » the bronze replies in agreement. Curiousity drives the rain to intensify, but only subtly. « What do you wish the future to be, then, Rielsath? » Rielsath> Malsaeth senses that Rielsath reflects light off of raindrops, watching them sparkle like falling stars for just a moment. In the darkness the comforting warmth she carries is prominent, sharing comfort and inner fire. « To be here, with my mountains and my Lujayn, like everything is just now. I do wish, » Almost guiltily, a red-orange flicker in the amber light. « That we'd burn Thread again. Everyone says it's gone for a long time yet, and I hate it, but what else can we fight? » The innate ferocity contradicting with a lack of opponent, the battle over and won - « Fighting is better than winning. » Rielsath senses that Malsaeth watches those raindrops sparkle for a brief moment before making it snow as the mountains of Reaches are discussed. « Pern has its share of beautiful sites, this X'lar and I have discovered. He may not see it, but Reaches is one of the most beautiful places ever. We've been there many times already. » Another pause, sending the snow into a blizzard as his thoughts continue to churn. « We wish to fight too. We are good at it, X'lar and I. There are other ways to fight. Other things in the darkness to fight. After all, even though Thread may be our purpose, it is but one of many, Rielsath. » An agreement, however brief, meets Malsaeth's statement. « There are many places, but this is my favorite. » Rielsath rushes forward to meet the snow, delighted to find it in the conversation. From the blizzard's embrace, she finds space to reply, « What do you fight now, Malsaeth? And when you think of the future? » Somewhere in the snow, the light flickers. (Rielsath to Malsaeth) Rielsath senses that Malsaeth considers Rielsath's question, letting that snow continue to fall as he notes the gold's delight in discovering it. « I used to fight X'lar's own emotions. Contain them. Now we both know better, he revels in them now in the understanding that those emotions are what make him, him. » Another pause and the younger dragon's considering the question further. « We fight for a place in this world. To fight for the promise of adventure. I fight for my own, the Istan dragons and X'lar himself, who wishes to lead. » Rielsath> Malsaeth senses that Rielsath lets the snow subside, more absorbed with Malsaeth's words than any meteorological apparition. « Does he? » Faint surprise echoes with the flash of a falling star. « Is that what you want? » Rielsath senses that Malsaeth considers quietly. And soon, all rain, clouds and other meteolorogical phenomenon disappear. Not even the clouds seem apparent. There is but that bass voice of his, his growl more predominant now that he has nothing else in the background. It's different for him to speak like this, just his voice and nothing else. « I want what he wants, Rielsath. I plan to give it to him, too. » There's a pause, making that darkness loom worse. « Does this surprise you? » Rielsath> Malsaeth senses that Rielsath responds in kind, snuffing out her candles and flickering stars. Just two voices, now in the darkness of thought. « I wouldn't expect anything different. » Her voice is nowhere as deep, bright with youthful inflections. « You'd better wish for Thread, then, 'else there won't be any wings for you to lead. » Just a single fiery spark, finding cause for amusement. « Or will you chase Aerianth? » Rielsath senses that Malsaeth pauses in his next comment to the gold, just, for the moment in awe of the darkness, appreciating the candour. « We wish to be different. Different than Wyaeth's or even Nikoth's. X'lar is... not like them, nor am I like other bronzes. » A glimmer of amusement from the bronze at the last question. « I could. I might. There are other golds as well. Golds far more interesting. » Rielsath> Malsaeth senses that Rielsath is not one to play for long at flirtatious games, more rough and tumble than other females. Just one of the guys, only not? « Of course I'm more interesting, » She can't keep her light extinguished forever, and soon from the laughing warmth comes the first embers of a humble campfire, carefully cooled to crimson. « Different, sure, » As if she can't discern the bronze's qualities for herself, perhaps just a little coy after all. Rielsath senses that Malsaeth seems amused; as the embers of the campfire arrive, Malsaeth's clouds begin to rumble into existence. « Did I say your name, Rielsath? » But it's obvious from the tone, it was she he was thinking of. But Rielsath isn't alone in playing flirtatious games. He gets what he can and moves on. « Different, but altogether better. » comes the boast from the younger dragon, amusement once again leaking into his voice. Rielsath> Malsaeth senses that Rielsath lets the first question pass, unabashed at her assumption. Malsaeth's confidence is a source of further curiosity, fueling the sparks to hungry licks of orange and golden flame, dancing underneath the returning clouds. « If you're different, does that mean they're all the same? » A small thought, but it sends smoke to cloud her light. « And I'm not like anyone else. I know that already. » Rielsath senses that Malsaeth's thoughts flicker, like muffled lightning underneath those flames. « Everyone is different, in their way, mine tells me. But doesn't make them the same? » It's a rhetorical question. « I've not met many or any who have the same... appreciation for the void of between, for example. » He seems to accept that last remark of the sunfire gold's easily, just as easily as his own confidence. Rielsath> I bespoke Malsaeth with « I liked your story about the lake. » Talk of /between/ draws Rielsath's thoughts back to the recent story, taking her conversation with it rather abruptly. Differences, similarities, all the rhetoric swims in her mind. « It was a different way to think about things, » More dryly, kindling popping underneath bright flames. « But altogether better. » Rielsath senses that Malsaeth considers the change of topic and opines, « I am glad you liked it. I had mine write it down with the rest. » He seems amused, however, as the next comments come into being like embers to fullly fledged flame. « Exactly. » he offers. There is nothing more to be said on that matter. After all, he was the one to tell it. Rielsath> Malsaeth senses that Rielsath takes just a moment to think, and unable to find her own answer: « How many does that make, then? You have been collecting stories for a long time. » As long as she can remember, but there's always a sense of more beyond her own memory. « And you say you have visited Reaches. The next time you come, have yours bring this book. » Rielsath senses that Malsaeth provides an image of two volumes, side by side, leather bound, with the words 'Malsaeth & Rielsath's Stories' etched on the front with practiced precision. « Mine tells me any time yours is free, he will bring yours a copy, Rielsath. » Rielsath> Malsaeth senses that Rielsath inspects the image, finding no fault with either volume. « She is free now, except for being asleep, » A gentle laugh, her own light hazy once more with drowsiness. « I'll tell you when, someday. » Going back to the etched leather covers fondly, drinking in the sight with anticipation. « Malsaeth and Rielsath... It must have taken some time. Thank you. » |
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