Logs:When You're Ready
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| RL Date: 10 March, 2015 |
| Who: Nala, Aislara |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Nala asks to see Aislara. |
| Where: Southern Weyr |
| When: Day 17, Month 3, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| A full month has passed without any communication from either Nala or Jynth, any contact with the latter either unheard or unacknowledged, and while it seems that the same will continue, now over two months since the departure of the blue and his rider, one Southern afternoon finds Jynth reaching tentatively for Ryerith, distance or something else keeping him quiet and rather lacking in substance. « She would see yours, if she likes. » It's an invitation and it's not, left there as fact if nothing else, no demands made on the time of the green and her rider. There's a smudge of rust-edged, cornflower blue at the tree line that edges along one of the main beaches that 'belongs' to the Weyr: Jynth lounging in the shade, while his rider remains somewhere in the trees. Ryerith's response is not immediate, she only shares a small sense of her acknowledgement of the request with the tiniest fluttering of a breeze. Time passes and it may seem that is all that will be communicated today. An hour or so after Jynth's first request, Ryerith's mind is a more forceful presence to his as she answers, « We come. » Ryerith's form appears from Between over the water and she takes her time gliding towards the beach where Jynth rests. Aislara dismounts from her and removes straps, not wanting to hinder the green, and her gear which she walks up to the treeline to deposit. She doesn't call for Nala. Her gear is stuffed against a tree and she turns out to stare at the lapping waves in the distance. Ryerith moves across the sand to bump her nose against Jynth's in greeting. Jynth gently bumps his nose back against Ryerith's when she approaches, and takes a moment to aim a light, careful touch for her neck, before he unfurls a wing in invitation, the whirl of his gaze slowing to something more peaceful than it was when she arrived. It takes a few moments, but Nala soon emerges from the trees and the grove beyond, moving barefoot towards the beach, the skirts of her sundress lapping around her knees. She's quite quiet about it all, moving forward without comment, until she finds Aislara's side and slowly reaches a halt. Though she's noticeably skinnier than when she left, dark shadows still clinging beneath her eyes, what her figure has lost looks to be being put back on in the soft curve of muscle. And all she does is reach a hand towards the greenrider, one hand searching for another. Ryerith welcomes that invitation and slinks forward to curl herself beneath the safety of his wing. Aislara doesn't turn at Nala's approach, choosing to keep her eyes steadily ahead. Her right hand drops to open her palm towards the bluerider, hand offered to hold and warm to receive Nala's. She still doesn't quite know how to break the silence so she keeps it. Little by little, Nala curls her fingers around Aislara's and just stares out at the ocean along with her, breaths quiet and deep. She doesn't make any attempt to break the silence, and lets it run on and on as if all she's ever going to do is stand there and hold her hand, yet eventually her grip tightens the slightest bit, then becomes a gentle, but insistent tug as she begins to turn to head back the way she came, back into the trees, leaving Jynth to be the more obviously affectionate of the two of them - the more confident, at least. For now. Aislara turns at the tug, willing enough to follow Nala back towards the trees. The silence has been between them long enough now that it's starting to make the greenrider anxious and the pensive quality to her expression is clearly displayed. Ryerith has none of her rider's concern as she settles against the blue on the beach. « It is good to be with you » her voice is a twinkling sound, « though last time I was not as faithful to my rider as I should have been. » Aislara waits until they are out of sight of their dragon's to rally a steadying breath and ask, "Are you.., how have you..," she shakes her head and looks towards the sky as if the answer to her word search is up in the treeline. "I'm sorry." There's no answer to any of those attempted enquiries, not until Aislara apologises, which draws a low, unintelligible murmur from Nala - one that she doesn't seek to try and make understood. It's as they finally begin to leave sight of the beach behind that she loosens her grip on the greenrider's hand and lifts gentle, encouraging touches to her side, then her waist, hoping to slowly back her up against the nearest tree and press a soft kiss to the curve of her neck, before seeking her mouth with hers. There's no urgency there; no pressing intent, hardly anything sexual at all, just a clear desire to be near her. « We need to look after them, » Jynth shares with Ryerith, not chastising, but secure in his conclusion. Perhaps it's what he's learned while he's been here. It'd be better to talk, Aislara knows, and she momentarily tries to talk while Nala moves to touch her. "I'm sorry," she manages again, saying it once more as her back is pressed against the tree, "I'm sorry," as lips are pressed against her neck, "I'm so-," which is cut off by that gentle seeking. She returns a kiss for another kiss, and another, hers a gentle query and answer to Nala's request for nearness. Her hands move to wrap around Nala's neck as she draws the bluerider even closer to her. Ryerith considers this conclusion with a faint sense of agreement. « I remember.. or I want to remember.. when Aislara was injured. I think.. » she trails off as she digs around in her rider's memory (or what she can grab from her distracted as she is). « She was not well for a long time after. Time will heal. » It's difficult to tell whether Nala acknowledges or ignores Aislara's apologies, for her only course of action is to keep kissing her, her arms winding more securely around her waist as she presses closer, her embrace warm and without demands. "...I know," she says eventually, lifting her head to rest her forehead against Aislara's. "So am I." She lingers there for a moment or two, seemingly about to let silence descend again, then dips to touch her lips to the edge of her jaw and nestle into the crook of her neck. There are probably other things that she could say if she had the wherewithal, but all does is seek out the clearest: "I love you." Jynth tucks himself all the more firmly around Ryerith, confident, if not possessive. « Time, » he quietly agrees. « There're many sorts of injury. » Aislara simply breathes into that silence, her eyes closed and body loose against Nala's as their foreheads rest against each other. Her breath quickens at Nala's clear assurance of love and she bites her lip against an immediate response that would likely be wordless tears. Intent on not dissolving into those, Aislara answers by kissing Nala more insistently. Her hands move from the bluerider's neck and begin to wander down towards her hips. There are two answers to this: one that is physical and one that is verbal. Aislara does not trust herself with words at this moment and so she seeks another way to show her feelings. Kissing and touching may go on as long as Nala doesn't discourage. Hands, and fingers, lips, and tongue will find their way into the silence. Aislara slides down against that tree and finds purchase below. « Time » Ryerith assures as it passes between them and their rider's now « always passes and all injuries heal. » It may not be what Nala intended, yet after a moment of gripping at Aislara's waist and curling fingers into her hair, torn, she relinquishes her hold and lets her do exactly as she wishes, especially as any token denial of wanting her to is over by the time she lets out a soft whimper and single word that sounds an awful lot like a plea. She's quiet in this moment of submission, head tipped back and eyes closed, seemingly content to do only as Aislara encourages and little else, following now, after leading into the trees. Her lifemate likewise submits to Ryerith's assurances, Jynth's mind quieting in the wake of her logic, his only response to curl more securely around her. Aislara takes her time in this- she waits until she is sure Nala has found something of pleasure before she dips her head up to look at her. She slowly eases back against the tree for leverage as she rises. Her eyes close as she rests her head back against the trunk and she breathes into the silence. She opens her eyes finally as she reaches for Nala's hand to hold. Silence still is held as she searches for something as she gazes at Nala. "I came, because you called. I.. I love you. I miss you." She waits, thinking and then asks, "why did you call?" Still breathing heavily, Nala lurches forward a step or so to crowd Aislara against the tree, not to push or pin her there, but just to keep her near as she breathes into her shoulder. "...Because... if I find that there's a point when I can come home and not hurt anyone," she says softly, "I want to come home to you. Properly." Her hands curl at the greenrider's hips, head lifting to touch her lips to the underside of her jaw, and she freezes there with her mouth not so distant from hers. "...I don't know if I can be a faithful weyrmate. I don't know a lot of things, or if you would want that of me. But... I can promise that if I come home... it would always be to you." Aislara closes the distance between their lips with a soft touch of hers to Nala's. "Okay," her answer is that simple. "When you're ready," her hand reaches out for her palm to press against Nala's cheek. "Come home to me. I will always have a home for you." She pulls one of Nala's hands up to rest near her heart. "Whenever and wherever. You'll always have a home here." Her fingers tap against Nala's hand for emphasis. She smiles then, a flash of joy that is there and then slowly settles back into a calm assurance. "When you're ready, we will figure us out. But it's okay... I want you to take as much time as you need." Nala drops her head down to follow after to where Aislara anchors her hand, and stays just like that for a little while, her forehead resting over her heart. "...I don't know how I can go back," she admits in a murmur. "I don't know when... if..." She can go back at all? She exhales slowly and looks up bit by bit. "I will work out it. I'm trying. I'll sort myself out." No sooner has she looked up than she rests her head against the greenrider's shoulder again. "Some days are good, and some days are bad," she confesses. "I don't want to bring the bad days home to you." Another sigh, then she presses closer, hips to hips. "...Can I take you to my weyr? My bed?" Aislara draws her arms up to encircle Nala and hold her close as she listens. She makes no move to break from her hold nor reply to that admittance. Her lips press against Nala's cheek. "Yes," she agrees as she moves to kiss the bluerider's other cheek. "I will follow you anywhere you want me to go." And she will, leaving their dragons on the beach. There's enough time to stay longer, even after they've found the weyr and however they may choose to spend their time. Aislara will move slowly, speak little, and simply find all the ways she can share her love. Share it and be supportive. She no longer has that grasping need to cling to Nala. When they part, Aislara makes no requests or claims. She assures Nala of her love and she goes home. To wait. |
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