Logs:What It's Like
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| RL Date: 16 March, 2013 |
| Who: D'kan, N'ky |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Some early evening chatting between weyrlings. |
| Where: Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 4, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: The sky is clear today. The air remains cool and damp, but the weather is overall pleasant today. |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions |
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| Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr Ringed by rough granite walls to all sides but one, this end of the huge bowl narrows from the even broader plain to the west, continuing the ever so slight downward slope toward the blue and green of the Weyr's lake and surrounding foliage. More open to sun and wind than the western bowl, but less frequented when there aren't weyrlings in residence, the bowl's grassy tufts keep the topsoil in place and thicken into a bloodstained meadow within the feeding pens that adjoin the lake. At the base of the surrounding cliffs lie entrances to several caverns, including the dragon infirmary and the weyrling barracks: the former to the northwest near where the spires begin, the latter opposite to the southwest. Both archways are large and dark enough for any dragon to pass through, but it's the infirmary's that is haunted by faint smells of redwort and numbweed, as though over generations they have seeped into the very stone. To the southeast, between the weyrling area and the lake, there are a handful of structures built into the floor of the bowl, standing out amidst otherwise an empty space.
Cailluneth leads N'ky out, bounding with puppy-like grace. She runs forward a few steps, stops, looks back to see where N'ky is; runs forward again, and stops to look, and the pattern continues until she's by Kazavoth's side, pawing at the snow and sharing wet, cold thoughts and colours with her brother. N'ky ends up by D'kan, fiddling with the end of his long scarf, grinning stupidly as he looks at the two dragons. "D-did you see me dance, K-Kae? Oh - can I still c-call you Kae?" Kazavoth pauses in his perusal of the crusty ice formations to watch Cailluneth for a moment. There is likely a moment of greeting between them before he goes on, poking at this bit of ice and pawing through that bit of slush. Eventually, he begins to climb one of the piles that built up over winter against the wall. Paws break through the surface a couple times, but he is eventually able to perch on top. It would me more regal if his tail weren't held nearly horizontal to the ground, just waiting for the snow to give way. D'kan watches all this with a mildly pensive look on his face, but once Kaz has settled in, the weyrling shakes his head and looks at N'ky again. "Shells, Nick, I didn't. Sorry, I was on the very edge. Hard to see. Or hear. Heard enough, I guess." He shrugs his shoulders, then grins. "Call me whatever you want. Kaeden still feels a whole lot more natural than D'kan. I still haven't entirely figured out why Kaz keeps insisting on it. How did the dancing go?" Cailluneth is all about pouncing on the snow - leaping and hitting it hard with her forepaws, trying to break through it. Climbing? No, she doesn't need that, but she does warble gruffly at Kazavoth, Lord of the Mound that he is. "Th-that was pretty, um... unexpected, with B- Aishani." Not a question, simply a statement, and he shrugs his shoulders lightly. "I don't f-fully understand it yet, b-but Mave told me a little." He kicks at a piece of ice knocked loose by Cailluneth, and she bounds after it as it skitters away; where it comes to rest in a pile of slush, she stops to dig it out. "The dancing was amazing." His grin is huge, crooked and very, very happy. "I didn't stand on H-Hana's feet, though, um, I th-think I g-got Mave's once or twice. Did you not g-get to dance, at all?" "Me, miss out on dancing?" D'kan asks, laughing as he moves a little closer to Kazavoth's mound of snow. Just in case rescuing is a necessity. The brown follows Cailluneth's progress with the skittering ice, then the slush, but he does not otherwise move. "Managed one with Hana, then I had to scoot. Man, you are so lucky she found you so early on," he adds with a chin nod toward N'ky's green. "By the time Kazavoth showed up, I probably could have fallen asleep right then and there. If not for burning my face on the sands or something. By the time we could go dancing, though, I was lucky I didn't knock people over." Kaz has decided he doesn't need a mound of gross snow and starts to come down, but somewhere in the middle, both front paws go through, and his chest hits the snow. D'kan winces, but he does not rush to the brown's rescue just yet. Kazavoth is fine, thank you very much. He can do it himself, thank you very much. Now... don't watch. N'ky's attention is away from D'kan and Kazavoth, and fixed on Cai where she digs, shoves her nose in, and then digs some more. He's listening, yes, but he can't tear his eyes away from his lifemate. "I s-slept, um, really well before the hatching." D'kan may have noticed that N'ky wasn't actually asleep in the candidate quarters when Quinlys came to rouse them. Cailluneth, bored with the slush after having kicked it everywhere, comes back to him and presses against his leg, winding her tail around his calf. Caught! "Wh-what's he like, Kae? In h-here?" The teen taps his temple. Kazavoth does indeed manage to free himself from the ensnaring snow, and once he gets down to the floor of the bowl, he takes a moment to surreptitiously kick snow and slush from his paws while looking about, head held high. D'kan has a tiny, crooked smile on his face as he watches, then he's distracted by N'ky's question. "He's..." he begins, then trails off to give Kaz a questioning sort of study. "Shells, Nick, he's like nothing I imagined. But perfect, right?" He shivers slightly. The more the bowl is bathed in shadow, the colder it gets, and fast. Especially with that humidity. "Kaz, I want to go eat," he calls audibly to his dragon before grinning at N'ky a little bit. "What I wouldn't give for a glass of mulled wine right now. Anyway, he's..." But yet again, he's unable to put it to words. "What about her?" he asks, nodding again to the green. The nod of understanding N'ky gives D'kan says he knows exactly what the older weyrling is getting at - their lifemates are like nothing they could have ever imagined. He bends down to scoop up Cailluneth, holding her close to his chest. She wraps her tail around his waist as far as it will go, and snakes her neck over his shoulder to wuffle into those few curls that stick out beneath the bottom of his woolly hat. "She thinks in colours." He leans his cheek against her hide, smiling. "Like... e-everything is a colour. You're a c-colour. You're..." His eyes close as he tests the new bond with his lifemate. "S-sort of... blue. D-different blues. It's a f-friendly sort of colour, but it's... um, it's m-more than just a colour. It's... s-sound, and smell, and feelings and everything, all... k-kind of, um, visible." He opens his eyes again, looking as if he doesn't expect Kae to either believe it, or to get it, if he does. D'kan gets it. He must, because he neither stares blankly at N'ky nor laughs at him. Instead, his reaction is to motion toward the weyrlings' area. "I like blue," he comments before starting in that direction. "I'm also starving. I promise to try to explain Kaz to you over dinner." Then, not waiting to see if N'ky is following, D'kan heads in that direction, soon joined by Kazavoth, who will not get picked up, thank you very much. Though the ground is kind of gross. And... no, there will be no dragon-holding on their end. N'ky does follow, because he's hungry, too. Or is it Cailluneth who's hungry? There's hunger somewhere between them! "Does Kazavoth w-want to eat what you eat, Kae? C-Cai wants to sh-share, everything. E-even her meat. He doesn't look so pleased with that level of sharing, and he shoots D'kan a look as he catches up. "I am hungry. I just can't tell if it's j-just me, or her, or both of us." |
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