Logs:Tones of Blue and Gold
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| RL Date: 3 October, 2014 |
| Who: Alida, Lilah |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: The (dragon) paintings are delivered, at last! |
| Where: Rest and Relaxation Weyr, HRW |
| When: Day 14, Month 10, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Clear, crisp, sunny. |
| OOC Notes: Backdated to the actual, IC delivery date |
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| There's a trumpet of proud glee shared with Eliyaveith as Ilicaeth mentally crosses the distance between them in a singular moment, the 'Reachian blue completely *stoked*, and needing to share this moment with the Fortian gold. « It's here! » his raspy baritone triumphantly announces to the queen, an image of one Journeyman and two apprentice Harpers with a huge, wrapped burden in their hands offered to her. (To Eliyaveith from Ilicaeth) As soon as Ilicaeth's mind touches hers, Eliyaveith is all flames and reassurances that take his energy and that first rush of excitement as if it may be something else, prepared to calm him--. But then between image and words, understanding dawns brightly in the young gold's mind before she answers, « It's there. Have they unwrapped it? » Pfft! Relax, oh golden one. This is a GREAT MOMENT IN HISTORY! Well, at least in the excited blue's mind. His delight is infectious, making the link between himself and Eliyaveith stutter with the bright potential for static electricity as his golden, rasping sands scour thick and swift through the air. Her flames might just set it all off. « Not yet! » rasps Ilicaeth's dry baritone, his mind voice moving from the lower end of that register to the upper in his elation. « Hurry! I'll have 'em wait ta' unveil it until you get here! » With or without her lifemate; he doesn't care! This is THEIR triumph. Oh; almost forgot! « Yer copy's here, too! » So she'd *better* get her tail over here, now! Hell YEAH! WOOT! To Ilicaeth, Eliyaveith's warmth withdraws only after a brief touch of acknowledgement, growing cold as she disappears Between. When the touch of her mind returns, the fires that lick against Ilicaeth's mind are much closer, larger as they eat at sand happily. The large queen settles onto his ledge, appropriately appreciative as she remarks, « I can land here. » It is almost as if she's used to ledges where she can't, even as she starts to stretch out in the sun with her head poking into the weyr. It is Lilah who steps into the weyr proper, around her dragon's head, with riding gear and windswept red-gold curls. There is a quick scan of dark eyes over the weyr she has never been into, observing it, before she crosses towards blue and rider and Harpers. "Fort's greetings," she offers. He's still loquaciously rasping to the gold, even as Eliyaveith winks Between, Ilicaeth's baritone resuming mid-word when the Fortian dragon re-emerges above High Reaches...continuing as she lands on his ledge. « -ey're impatient, but I'm holdin' 'em! Ya think well-paid crafters'd have more respect fer the moment. » Yeesh! « Uv course you can. I have a *great* ledge! » The envy of more than a few other dragons for many reasons. The blue's head pokes out towards aforementioned ledge for a moment to symbolically hurry Eliyaveith along, his warble louder than strictly necessary... but screw that! « C'mon in... » Whatever of her can fit, anyway. She'll be able to see the unveiling, no matter. (To Eliyaveith from Ilicaeth) "C'mon in!" Alida calls loudly out to the ledge, her voice as clear as a bell - the bark of a drill instructor - as it echos lightly down the passage to gold and her rider. "'Reaches back..." the palest-blonde notes around a smirk when Lilah steps inside the wallow of the blue, his body now readjusted to allow him to be fully inside, and Eli enough room to shove her neck and head in quite easily. "Chill..." the guard notes with dark humor to her lifemate, who merely snorts low at her, his rapidly whirling blue eyes fixed on that Journeyman and pair of Apprentices who are working at setting up the woven fibers that will support the rolled-up painting that's leaning against a rocky wall. Eliyaveith's warm breath is exhaled over Ilicaeth in a greeting, rubbing her cheek against the nearest bit of the blue that she can before her whirling gaze turns on to the work of the Harpers. "He seems very excited," offers Lilah in response to Alida's dark humor, a simple, neutral thing that allows the guard to take it as she wishes rather than anything pointed. The goldrider doesn't linger in her examination of the weyr, moving to take a place near Alida. "Though, so was Eliyaveith. Enough to drag me from Fort to watch." Ilicaeth's whole body is in some kind of motion - most of it subtle, given the space and work taking place - the blue nose-bumping Eliyaveith first before mentally dragging her inside. Look look! His tail almost vibrates like a rattlesnake's, his wings rustle at back, his neck and head wiggle and undulate...coppery claws flexing near-constantly. "I'd call that an understatement..." Alida notes dryly to Lilah, the bluerider rolling her eyes in slow fashion at the antics of her lifemate. "Want anything? I got tea...a little wine inside." At his rider's words, Ilicaeth fixes a look on her that - if dragons had more expressive facial features - would show him to be slightly outraged. His words are quite 'audible' to not only Eliyaveith, but Lilah, as well as Alida. « *Don't* take her inside! She could *miss* it! » Dolt! To say that Lilah is surprised at hearing Ilicaeth inside her head would be an understatement. Dark eyes widen, slightly, and she masks it as well as can be expected, but it doesn't stop the flicker of her gaze to Alida and then back to the blue there. When she's able to form a response, she offers, "Don't worry; the painting will still be there when we return." She adds lightly to his rider, "I never say no to a glass of wine." It is Eliyaveith that further assures Ilicaeth, offering, « We will share with them, if they miss it. » Because she does not intend to move an inch, settling calmly to watch. Alida is good at noticing details, so when Lilah's eyes widen and she looks at Ilicaeth, the woman notes drolly, "I see he just had to share that with ya..." Another peer at her lifemate is followed by another dry, "Try not ta squish the Harpers, okay?" plus an efficient "Eliyaveith..." to the gold inside with him, the blonde nodding and gesturing Lilah to join her as she directs them further within, past a heavy hanging decorated with a faded scene of Igen's desert at night. To only Eliyaveith this time, the rocky blue grumbles darkly, « I just don' get humans, sometimes... » His rider ought to be trembling with joy, like he practically is... especially since he purposely applied himself to *making* her that way. Share they joy! Oh, you can damned well *bet* he'll share it with Alida if they're sluggardly enough to miss the unveiling. In the draconic part of the weyr, Ilicaeth does indeed chatter with Eliyaveith - though it's not idle, mindless blathering - the Fortian gold regailed with memories picked from his rider's brain about how the Harpers rendered the painting, how they flew to the Hall to make certain things were progressing well, and on and on. "She has never really been one to invite herself, or seek company outside of her Family. Though, she still surprises me, sometimes," admits Lilah with a hint of a smile, accepting the glass of white wine with a quick, grateful nod before lifting it to her lips. "I'm glad that he's willing to speak to me. It must be a sign of... something, surely." For the answer to that, her dark gaze seeks out Alida's in a question. "Friends c'n sometimes function as family..." Alida notes wryly, then shrugging one shoulder before she blows on her mug of tea, sips cautiously. "Much more rarely the opposite." Nose-wrinkle. "Have a seat, if ya want... though ya' might have ta erupt out uv it if Ilicaeth has his way with summoning." Smirk. As for the gold still surprising her rider, at times, "That's good. You should do the same ta her on occasion, too. Keeps thing from getting too much in a rut...too stale." In guard parlance: Keeps one more on their toes. "He's got an over-all good sense of who's decent. It ain't perfect, uv course, but..." A modicum of trust shown by her lifemate goes a long way with someone as *mis*trustful as Alida. Sip. "Is 'e off?" How directly those clear greens regard the Fortian's dark gaze. "By a longshot," Lilah says, dryly. If she is joking or not, the way she lifts her glass again covers whatever hints may have been there. She doesn't take a seat, but she does shift slightly at the invitation to draw a look around her to take in Alida's private quarters. "You are right, at least, about friends becoming family. I know that well enough." For a moment, Alida passes this on to her dragon, her gaze sliding slightly out of focus, then returning instantly to Lilah, the bluie smirking softly. "He says you'd better live up to his esteem." Or else. Beyond them, the blue's low, soft rumblings and chuffings have the Journeyman Harper stepping before the smaller of the two dragons, and very politely chiding him, "Please be careful, Ilicaeth. You don't want to knock the painting over." Good thing the Crafter is apparently unfazed by not only a being many times his size, but also by directly addressing said being...who's wriggling around more and breathing heavily. Inside, a quick, silent chide is also sent from rider to blue to try and contain him, Alida then returning to more present company just in time to respond to her guest, "Orphan uv sorts? By chance 'r choice?" How much consideration does a question like that need? It seems, at least for Lilah, that the answer to that would be 'a lot'. She is still considering it after a long moment, before she finally answers quietly, "I suppose by choice, now. Though, isn't is always our choices that lead us where we are? Or someone's, at least." Eliyaveith rumbles her own agreement, remaining very still, as if the Journeyman may notice this and praise her. Look how good she is. Fine, fine! He'll (try to) contain himself. Ilicaeth silences himself, settles into a stillness only belied by the last quarter of his tail, which continues to vibrate and flick around as if possessed of a mind of its own. Oh, and those claws occasionally flex, too. Inside, the women trading conversation might find the sound of relative silence in the blue's couch refreshing (or worrisome, possibly), Alida appearing unconcerned as she ripostes back to Lilah, "Got *that* right." Eyeroll, sip. "Wasn't *my* choice ta be brought up at Pars." That snippet is offered with a strange mix of casualness and direction, the 'Reachian's head quirking a little, one of her brows hitching up a small notch, as if inviting the Fortian to add on. There you go, Lilah; a piece of information from the often tight-lipped guard. Your turn. "I chose ta be a Guard, uv course." Shrug. "In the end, we all gotta' *own* our choices." Eliyaveith is open to bumpings, though she is careful not to bump back into him, given her relative size. "It does," agrees Lilah simply to Alida's questioning gaze, nodding. "We're fine, really. It is getting better; the rumors, the talk. Now there are eggs to talk about, so--." She smiles, briefly. "That's the politic answer," Alida notes quietly. "Hope it's the truthful one, too..." There's a hint of some understanding in her voice for the harried gold and her rider... and then the Journeyman is dipping out into the passage to call to the women, "We're all ready, bluerider!" Inside the wallow-portion of the domicile, Ilicaeth warbles in instant re-ignition of his tamped-down on excitement, the sound making all the Harpers wince, the bluerider closing her eyes for a moment. Oiy-vey. "Guess that's our cue." Mug set down upon tabletop for safety reasons, she quickly paces towards the dragons, just to get all the blue-wriggling over with. The rumble in Eliyaveith's throat is chiding for Ilicaeth, still holding herself still in her anticipation. But, her excitement does come in the quickness of her whirled eyes as she turns them on the harpers. Lilah does not abandon her wine, bringing it with her as she follows Alida with the huff of a laugh lost in the noise of the blue. She isn't as excited about paintings, but she is here. Neither is Alida terribly excited - even with her lifemate trying valiantly to infect her with his own - Ilicaeth's chin repeatedly bumping Eliyaveith's shoulder as his twitching becomes nearly uncontainable. « C'mon, c'mon..! » he mutters edgily, inspiring Alida to grunt, "Yer actin' like a two turn old human..." as they all assemble to view the properly-hung artwork still covered in burlap. With a proper Harper flourish, the male Journeyman stands aside, and has his two Apprentices tug off the covering while he gestures grandly at his efforts, now uncovered. The scene is quite finely rendered in oils that have long dried, and mostly-accurately depict what's been built within both blue and gold minds, though both dragons have likely long forgotten anything but the echoes of their initial creativity. Alida looks both amused and yet rather impressed with the very large painting, while Ilicaeth again makes noise with a bright warble of pleasure followed by a deep croon. His eyes are spinning an autumnal sky blue dotted with spring green, the smaller dragon leaning into Eli as he chatters in his sandy baritone, « It's...fuckin' MAGNIFICENT! » Meanwhile, Alida's nodding her own (humored) pleasure to the Journeyman, and motioning him over to Lilah, while the Apprentices now move a more human-sized painting over to her...a smaller rendition of the same one which now graces the blue's wallow. "And your queen's own painting, goldrider." Humor is found in the depth of Eliyaveith's warmth, not the burst of Ilicaeth's as the gold appreciates his painting. She chuffs a breath, and finally bumps back into him carefully. Lilah accepts Eliyaveith's painting, murmuring a light, "Thank you," that can't help but echo something of her dragon's mood. Her gaze flicks briefly to their dragons, before she questions with a dryer tone, "Care for another glass?" And while their dragons appropriately discuss the paintings and likely recreate it again (and grow it differently from the painting), they can chat lightly. ((The 'crowning' piece of Ilicaeth's wallow...is a massive, wood-framed painting that spans 16 feet in length by 10 feet in height, supported by metal bolts driven into gutrock. The well-crafted, finely rendered painting shows a giant up-thrust of greyish-blue granite, the entirety of the formation sporting bright flecks of mica and quartz throughout. Upon the huge edifice of granite, a spiralling tower of pure, yellow gold reaches skyward, intricate vines of copper winding their stately, metallic tendrils along its surface.
Those rich vines are also decorated with winking, faceted gemstones, here and there, and each gem is encased in a bud, petals of the same soft copper sprouting from the centered stone until they resemble flowers along the vines. The top of the huge stone outcropping and that proud tower are both hemmed by a fence of finely-wrought iron, above which soar stone ramparts to protect the structure, as well as metallic, chain bridges of gold and stone walkways that connect the tower to the rock, and the rock to the ground far beneath it.
All the rock that comprises the stony parts of the 'decorations' bears rich veins of natural minerals and ores that show their vibrant tones as a very large, rather intense-looking yellow sun, and a smaller, pale-blue sun doubly-light and shadow the scene from the autumnal blue sky above, the most pleasing points of architecture highlighted with cabochon gemstones of various colors. All points of decoration are also enhanced by infusions of pure gold, which alternately wind and jut into the dragon-inspired architecture. At the foot of the monumental edifice is a lush valley of green foliage and a few odd, sandstone catheral arches and pillars that show hints of mirage-like waters at their bottoms, beyond which lie fields of grain in rich soil, and the intimations of some kind of hold built into yet more rock. In the far distance, majestic mountains kiss the sky with snow-tipped caps.))
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