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Ead

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== Description ==
Femininity has settled itself somewhat awkwardly - and perhaps reluctantly - upon Ead's shoulders. While she still lacks almost any obvious curves, what little shape she has is no longer hidden under oversized clothing. Her hair is an unremarkable brown, but has been allowed to grow long enough to hit mid-shoulder blade. Those strands are often wind-blown and tousled when they fly free, but more often they're bound up and kept free of her face, tied back with as little thought for style as can be managed. Her face is a study in sharp angles; with a strong, pronounced jawline and pointed chin, her facial structure might appear almost masculine from certain perspectives. High cheekbones add further angles to her strong features. Thin brows frame her light green eyes. Thin, in fact, appears to be a theme, as the bridge of her slightly turned up nose and her pale lips are similarly fine. Her skin is rarely adorned with any form of makeup and not darkened by any sign of a tan. Her hands are work-roughened, marked by calluses and scattered cuts in various states of healing. Although she's not much to speak of in stature, she's long-limbed for her height, but rarely manages to use that to her advantage. Although there's a slight sway to her hips, she seems more comfortable with a masculine swagger.

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Logs:Hope and Hostility

2015-08-11T02:01:53Z

Eadgyd: Created page with "{{Log |who=Ka'ge, Ead, Ka'ge{{!}}Zymadiath, Ead{{!}}Caidelyth |what=Weyrlings talk about their missing Weyrwoman while dragons mourn their dam. |where=Lakeside Grove, Fort Wey..."

{{Log
|who=Ka'ge, Ead, Ka'ge{{!}}Zymadiath, Ead{{!}}Caidelyth
|what=Weyrlings talk about their missing Weyrwoman while dragons mourn their dam.
|where=Lakeside Grove, Fort Weyr
|involves=Fort Weyr
|day=28
|month=6
|turn=38
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2015.08.09
|quote="Do you hate me?"
|weather=Warm and pleasant, puffy clouds that get chased by the winds into wispy brushes against a bright blue sky, the summer weather is a little on the warm side late in the day but all-around tolerable.
|mentions=Lilah, Dee,
|type=Log
|icons-new=Icon ead troubled.png, Icon Ka'ge.jpg,
|desc=Hardy mountain trees cluster together on the far end of the lake,
providing a shady retreat beneath high, spreading branches. Right along
the edge of the trees, several stone picnic tables are set up to welcome
fresh air diners. Here and there within the grove, tumbled boulders from
ages ago provide places to sit for those taking a break from a walk around
the shore. Toward the Bowl wall, the trees grow more closely together
providing a somewhat secluded spot for a private conversation or quiet
contemplation.
|log=It's that spot near the bowl wall, the one where the trees grow a little heavier, a little thicker. Protecting those who seek sanctuary in the grove from immediate sight. Especially now, with Rukbat set over the edge of the bowl and with the light almost gone from the sky above to give way to the stars waiting to shine inbetween the puffs of darkening clouds that seem more like floating shadows than evaporated precipitation. At least, that's what Ka'ge's thinking as he sits on a branch of one of those trees, well above the ground. Chiv is with him for once, the firelizard curled around his neck tightly, little blade-like talons hooked into the extra layers of fabric around his neck. Zymadiath flies above, back and forth. Back and forth. The length of the bowl, the width of the bowl. Back and forth tirelessly. Relentlessly. The darkling bronze nigh matches the night sky if one wasn't aware of the movement his wings give as he lands on a ledge here or there to turn and circle again, not yet with the strength to just circle for hours. Young yet. Frustratingly still young. Ka'ge has his eyes closed, but he doesn't sleep. Arms crossed, a leg tucked up under him upon that branch, the other swinging lazily, slowly below.

While it's impossible for a weyrling to completely disappear, Ead has found ways to nearly achieve it. She has pulled away, wrapped herself completely in the protective embrace of Caidelyth's good heart and the exhausting, never-ending lessons. It's the closest to a vanishing act that one can pull in close quarters. Even now, spotting Zymadiath's circling form, there's some trepidation on the girl's face as she wanders down by the far end of the lake. Caidelyth glides not far above, her own flight far lower than that of the bronze. Though her wing may be fixed, those muscles aren't quite as strong as those of her brothers and sisters who weren't gifted with such a strange quirk at birth. For now, she stays closer to the ground, ready to come in for a landing whenever those muscles begin to tire. Ead's steps slow as she nears the wall, not having spotted Ka'ge where he perches on that branch. But still, she knows he can't be far. She lets out a sharp whistle -- a single, piercing note to alert him to her presence.

Zymadiath must notice his green clutchmate, but those mental shadows of his are utterly distracted, distressed, and deteriorating into bitterness and volatility. He can't get high enough, he can't circle long enough. He can't ''find'' '''her'''. At one point, he lands at a ledge just shy in elevation of the star stones and a watchdragon nearby. With his wings falling around him like a heavy cape in dramatic shadow, he raises his darkness-masked maw to roar into the night. It's no keen, but fury in its place. By now, the word of Lilah's disappearance and inability to be found is wide-spread, even to the weyrlings kept so busy and out of- as much as their babysitters can achieve- the normal ebb and flow and fluster of the Weyr. Ka'ge himself has been not so unlike Ead. He's been normal. Utterly in the middle, unworthy of intervention nor praise. Even his smart mouth has been in check. And although he and Dee were very close for the first couple of months, once their closeness landed them with some significant punishments, they since have been quite separate. Especially now, after the unImpressed candidate had been sent away. "I saw you coming." Comes a simply calm voice from above before her sharp whistle ceases. The words are humored, that humor that's been stifled for some length of time now. "Looking for me?" Although he opens his eyes to watch her from his lofty seat, he doesn't otherwise move.

Caidelyth is surprisingly calm, given the deep feeling the young green is capable of. There's sadness there, surely, echoed in the slightly dimmed sapphire of her mind... but unlike Zymadiath, she has hope. Futile, unsubstantiated, utterly unrealistic hope that her dam will yet return. And that spark of hope keeps something alive in Ead, something she'd never allow on her own terms. Perhaps there's a chance that Lilah is yet alive, somewhere. Somehow. Her head tilts as she catches a voice, easily following that trail to his dangling leg. "I never look for you," she answers, the words underscored by bitterness. As he doesn't move, she takes up a place leaning against the trunk of the tree. "Zymadiath alright?"

"Then what was that for?" Ka'ge's grin is more notable in his tone than visible on his face, the words indicating the whistle she'd used when she arrived. Eyes under shadow are cast down towards her from his spot, watching her for a few long moments as she leans against the tree. Her question doesn't divert his watchtfulness, and his tone carries on with the lack of caring, the aloofness piggybacked on his humored undertones, "No." Seems a very easy answer to what is actually quite a weighty subject. "But he'll learn." There's lines on his brow, likely indicating the headache that Zymadiath's stress draws on him. The bronze above them stays on that ledge now, that peak which overlooks his domain, his 'city'. His wings remain partially mantled in that heavy, over-sized cape-like semi-circle behind him. Quiet now as his roar fades into the darkness beyond him, he hunches into that self-made sanctuary as he watches, the only thing evident as he stays there being the whirling color of his eyes- licked red, sparked orange, and rapidly changing amidst the facets. "And Caidelyth?" The boy lack of concern doesn't seem false as he allows some of his expression- a tired, light grin on an otherwise plain face- to be revealed as a hand lifts to lazily pull back his hood.

"Wanted to know where to avoid," Ead intones dryly, ignoring the way that her words are in direct conflict with her actions. Her hair is a little longer now, still cropped short, but perhaps showing a hint more femininity. There's something slightly different in the way she carries herself -- something that's evolving at a snail's pace, but is there all the same. "He probably will," she agrees after a moment, her pale green eyes lifting first to track the dark bronze, and then falling to where Caidelyth circles at a lower altitude. There's something watchful in the way the green seems to fly a crescent around her brother's perch; something almost protective, in spite of the fact that her weakened wing and smaller size make it impossible for her to match him. Her twinkling, softly musical tones are there to offer a soothing melody. "She has hope," Ead admits slowly, her gaze still tracking the green and only flickering to Ka'ge for a moment. "She thinks they're still out there, somewhere. We didn't feel them die, so..." A shrug. "It seems to help her."

"Good." Ka'ge settles back at her first response, as if more appeased by it than he should be regardless of its truth, lifting his gaze away from her up to the dragons, each in turn. "And you're not telling her the truth?" Calmly, still, he speaks like it's been confirmed, and in his words, it seems that he's done so himself. His manners, his response; none of them demonstrate such hopefulness. His amusement continues, if more thin, "Waste of effort letting her think she's not dead. Gone." A hiss in his general direction is not from him, but the brown firelizard that slinks off of his shoulders, slithering away more like a tunnelsnake than a tiny dragon to sit on the branch instead of his boy. Kael watches him for a second or two. "Unless you think she's still alive too."

Ead's shoulders lift in a shrug, scraping gently against the bark of the tree with that simple movement. "It's not ''not'' the truth," she answers, after a moment of hesitation. She tilts her head back, lifting her eyes to scan through the foliage above. For all of his amusement, her tone is flat, save for that occasional edge of a blade that cuts through her words. Still, it's almost as though something that fueled her is gone. She's diminished -- although perhaps that's just the recent tragedy shaking even one among the most hardhearted of the Weyr's occupants. "We don't know she's dead. Could be happy somewhere else." There's a darkness to those words which suggests she doesn't believe it. "I don't think she really believes they'll return to us. But if she wants to think they're happy, I don't see a reason to deny her that."

"You lie to children to keep them soft, protect them from the real shit." Ka'ge's amount of caring for the subject dwindles further as the grin fades, and whatever's left is simply neutral. What should cause noise- whether it be the rustling of leaves or the creak of the branch itself- doesn't, as the boy pushes himself off of the branch and lands on the ground below. A soft landing, one which ends with him in a crouch, and slowly rising to stand to his full height. He still doesn't face her, particularly, looking out over the bowl instead, a lingering blance at the black silhouette against darker background. Zymadiath's mind is revoked, present in the collective mind of the Weyr, but yet as reserved as it could be, the shadows as far receeded as they would be in the middle of a vibrantly sunny day. "I figured you would know better." He remarks after a good lapse of time, "Unless she's changed you that much already."

Ah, and here's that rough tone creeping back into her voice, and that old anger beginning to surface. But it's only on Caidelyth's behalf that Ead rises to the bait, muttering, "She understands real shit, probably better than you or I." There's admiration underscoring that affront, perhaps betraying how deeply that emotion runs which connects her to the kindhearted green. She too draws herself up to her full height, back sliding against the tree trunk as she comes out of her slouched position. "I don't know if they're dead or not. Probably." A shrug, callously detatched accompanies these words. She had no real love for Lilah, after all. "If she has, it's not your concern. I'm sure you're thrilled with all of this. Dee can become Weyrwoman, and you can be her little Weyrleader." There's no hiding the bitterness in those words.

"She's a few months old. You really think she understands everything?" Ka'ge is blatently condescending as some of that old fire creeps back into Ead's responses, the edge of his lips lifting slightly. There's certainly a ring of replies that are caught just at the tip of his tongue, but he steps away in necessity to pick one and not reveal them all, almost exiting the grove of trees to stop just short of where roots give way to softer, lake-licked soils. "I could, couldn't I?" Although his tone doesn't match the surprise those words intend, "Is that supposed to be ''your'' concern? More than losing the weyrwoman whose gold laid your dragon's egg?" Sure, there should be some emotion attached to this, but from him? It's provoking, and nothing else.

"I think she understands more than than most of the others." This is less heated, stated more like a simple fact. Caidelyth watches, always watches. The green is surprisingly aware of the world around her for one who seems to have her head up in the clouds. As he moves, so does Ead, bracing hands against the tree trunk to push away and gain her feet. Though her steps take her toward the edge of the grove, she's careful to keep a few paces between them. While there may have been walls between them before, she has built them even higher now. "No, it's not my concern," she scoffs, her gaze drifting anywhere but his direction. "You're not my concern." There's an unspoken 'anymore' which lingers on the end of that statement. "Neither is she."

Zymadiath is motionless. If it wasn't for the whirling of faceted eyes, he might as well be some draconic statue, built into the rock he watches from. Ka'ge draws his arms up to fold them across his chest, and as Ead steps up towards the edge of the grove, his head turns just enough that he can see her out of the corner of his eyes beyond the edge of his partially pulled-back hood. "She's not the only goldrider left." He points out casually, but that seems to be more of a selfish front, and then he moves on before providing further detail, "You have no concerns then? None at all." His mocking takes it easy for a moment. It's ''present'' but a little less wicked than previous statements. "If you don't care about me," which is clearly the more important of the topics at hand, "What do you care about?"

Caidelyth begins to tire, that weakened wing beginning to ache even with short rests between her sentinel flights. If there's room upon Zymadiath's ledge, she'll settle herself there, curled up in a little ball of green hide at his side. If not, she'll find the nearest ledge that affords her room to watch over him comfortably. There's a soft sort of lullaby that drifts through her thoughts, shared with any near enough to hear it. "She's not," Ead agrees with a flippant wave of her hand, "but she has that kind of luck." It's unclear from her flat tone whether this luck is something to be envied or pitied. She takes a deep breath, breathing in the summer before letting all out in a woosh of air. "I care about her." Her head leans in the direction of the green, even if her eyes don't follow. "That's all I care about. She's all I ever need to care about."

The young dark bronze is almost a tiny green-sized dragon at his age, though mentally he is of course much larger. But his youngling size means even most small ledges have more than enough room for more than just himself. Even if he, as he is now, is positioned in the middle of it and as rigid as a lump of stone. As Caidelyth joins him, the heavy drape of a wing nearest her twitches, unfurling slightly as if to send her off. The red of his facets becomes more prominent, more rapid. But as she curls up, the whirling slows, the reds ebb into more of the oranges as they were before. Apparently he deems not to deny her this, nor chase her off in his vengeance-tainted discontent. "And you're good enough with that? She doesn't want you to have more?" Ka'ge is studious of her expression, of her changes in posture, but all from that lingering sideglance he's trained on her. Eventually, he leans a shoulder onto the tree next to him.

There is a stubbornness to Caidelyth's caring, as though she continues to care for the dark bronze in spite of what seems to be apathy on the subject. Once she's settled there beside him, she doesn't move, or seek to intrude any further upon his domain physically. Her thoughts are there, shimmering and soothing as always, but she seems content to merely be by his side in this time of tumult. "She might. Friends, at least." Ead lifts a hand to run it through that shaggy hair of hers, still unused to longer strands. "But either I hate them or they hate me, so fuck it."

Zymadiath's shadows writhe at the edge of those shimmering thoughts, steady in tempo despite his physical embodiement of bitterness and hostility. They may even be a sliver more prominent, a hint more willing to be in her presence, even if his darkness seems to negate anything that comes too close. "Hate is a strong word." Ka'ge muses, looking out at the dark bowl as he finally relinquishes his stare of her. The stare that, in its last seconds, swept over her in full. "Just like friend is a strong word." Though, apparently 'fuck' isn't. "You have a captured audience here. I'm sure someone is worthy." It's more of a question than a statement, even if it lacks the appropriate inflection. "Do you hate me?" The obvious response is saved until last, a grin hard to stifle as the words leave him.

Caidelyth doesn't attempt to brighten his shadows or to temper that hostility, no matter how stark a contract they may play to her serenity. Her only shift is to gently adjust that weaker wing, flexing and settling again to sooth a slight ache. She doesn't struggle against that darkness, instead accepting it and spinner her own shadows into the quiet lilt of her song. "I don't do things by halves," Ead answers, a smirk hinting in the corners of her lips for the first time. She shifts under his stare, tugging at her hair again in what might appear to be a moment of self-consciousness. "I thought..." The words trail off quickly, punctuated by a shake of her head. Whatever she was about to say remains locked behind her lips. There's a brittle, bitter laugh that follows on the heels of his question. "Aye," she answers, turning her head to stare at him. "I do."

Zymadiath's attentions return to the Weyr, though remaining inclusive of Caidelyth. To watch. To not miss anything else, ever again. To be the night's observant shadow over all those who reside there. Ka'ge's chuckle is light hearted and breathily quiet, and yet at the same time as dark as it could be. It's not cut short like most of his laughs, either, instead being allowed to heave his chest in an apparently tickled manner. A boot scuffs softly against the ground, idly, digging into the soft soils that make up the base of the little grove. His blue-green eyes return to her, catching the stare she gives him and holding it for the time she'd leave it. "Good." He echoes a reply he'd given earlier, though this time even more resolute in it. "At least someone in this Weyr has some sharding sense to them." With his sentiment, he straightens and takes a step away from the grove, from her. As he does so, he turns so that he's more facing her than away into the bowl, "Might help if you try to make a few friends, though," And he pauses, the grin growing into a much more playful one as he continues to walk backwards, "before you make a whole group of half friends in the flight weyr without 'em."

If Zymadiath's role is to play Batman, Caidelyth seems content to be an Alfred. Someone has to keep things in orders so that the vigilantes can stalk the night skies. If Ka'ge doesn't look away, that stare will last some time, as Ead is unflinching in her gaze for longer than would be comfortable for most. Eventually she seems to grow tired and turns her gaze toward the skies with a bleak huff of a laugh. "I thought you were different," she says quietly, and there's a hitch of something that sounds suspiciously like ''feeling'' before she catches herself. "Turns out you're just like everyone else. It's not sense." She makes no move to stop him, but her head does turn back to watch his depature with a resentful gaze. "Those aren't friends, they're just the people I'll be fucking for the night." And there's no small amount of heat and bitterness behind those words. They spur her into action, and she stalks off to make her own exit, deliberately shoving past him as she strides away from the grove.
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Logs talk:Eliyaveith's Daughter

2015-08-11T01:32:15Z

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==X'vin (14:43, 10 August 2015 (PDT)) said... ==

I politely request you be weak a little longer, I'm not done with you.
==Ead (18:32, 10 August 2015 (PDT)) said... ==

Aww, Dee! Loved this. And Ead was probably there. Not for the hugging, just for the lurking. Because Caidelyth cares.

Logs:Midnight Stars

2015-07-01T09:58:05Z

Eadgyd: Created page with "{{Log |who=Ead, Ka'ge, Ead{{!}}Caidelyth, Ka'ge{{!}}Zymadiath |what=Two weyrlings chat, while light and dark share their opinions. |where=Weyrling Sunroom, Fort Weyr |involves..."

{{Log
|who=Ead, Ka'ge, Ead{{!}}Caidelyth, Ka'ge{{!}}Zymadiath
|what=Two weyrlings chat, while light and dark share their opinions.
|where=Weyrling Sunroom, Fort Weyr
|involves=Fort Weyr
|day=20
|month=2
|turn=38
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2015.07.01
|quote=<< They need us as we need them. >>
|weather=Clear as a bell, the sun shines in pale winter skies, though an occasional sharp breeze blows.
|type=Log
|icons-new=Icon ead.png, Icon Ka'ge.jpg, Icon ead caidelyth magic.png, Icon Ka'ge Zymadiath.jpg,
|desc=>---< Weyrling Sunroom, Fort Weyr >------------------------------------------<

Lying beyond the screen is another, smaller room that has been built
jutting out into the Bowl, its walls constructed from sheets of thick,
plain glass. Ventilation has been built into the roof, though there is
also a single door that allows passage through and out into the Bowl. It's
a simple space, bright and airy, with only a handful of soft, bright
upholstered chairs and thick rugs to sit on. Smaller seminars may be held
here, or young dragons can spend time soaking up the sun when their riders
are in lessons or studying in the classroom.
|log=Has it really been almost two weeks? To some it goes by too fast, to others it drags. For Ka'ge and Zymadiath it's the latter as the first has a pass to slack off from physical activity- though he hasn't seemed nearly as put-off about ''work'' since Impression, fancy that-, and the second becomes increasingly bitter and restless as the days go on. This evening, Ka'ge can be found in the sunroom, even if there's no light to make it bright and 'sunny'. Perhaps that's why they're here. Both teen and his bronze are on the thick rugs, Ka'ge with his back up against a wall and the dragonet seated on his haunches watching out at the night's sky. The rider toys with a tiny piece of rope he must've picked up off the ground somewhere, picking at one frayed end of it. They've slept here on and off, some might've noticed, given his distaste for barracks so his presence here is not unfamiliar.

Adjusting to this new life has not come easily for most of this class, it seems, but some have had a better time of it than others. Though Ead is far from adjusted to having such a bright, kind mind tied to her own, at least it can be said that Caidelyth does not demand much from her or grow restless in these early days. The little green is content to spend time getting to know her chosen and her siblings, exploring the world outside whenever she is allowed. It is Ead who grows restless. This, perhaps, is why a slightly drowsy Caidelyth is cradled in the girl's arms as she takes a late-night stroll. Curiosity - and perhaps a glance at Ka'ge's empty bed - eventually leads her to the sunroom, where she sets the little green down upon the floor. "Too good to sleep with the rest of us?" she asks of the boy as she settles herself into one of the chairs.

"Always have been." The reply is quick and easy; certain things just don't change, or it's simply going to get worse from here. Ka'ge doesn't look up when Ead arrives, gloved fingers picking at the twine, unraveling it further and further. His expression is hidden beneath his hood, unsurprising. "What has you up? Not enough chores?" Lazy, drawn words come with a sigh. It doesn't seem annoyed, no, but perhaps some essence of exhaustion too. Aren't they all? Zymadiath's shadow-touched face turns from his night-watch to angle one eeriely whirling eye, though blues and greens dominate the facets. Darkness creeps, crawls like nightmarish creatures ebbing at the outskirts of Caidelyth's mind. Only once satisfied of her wakefulness would they become more dominant within the shared conciousness, his mind black like the blackest night, writhing to some ghostly tempo. No words accompany it. This presence alone is night's greeting.

Ead meets his words with a roll of her eyes - another thing that hasn't changed, in spite of everything. She draws her legs up, feet resting just on the edge of the chair as she forms herself into a ball. Caidelyth circles around her chair once, and then begins exploring the room and acquainting herself with these surroundings. "I've never slept well," the weyrling answers with a shrug, tilting her head back to stare up at the sky. "I sleep less now." What with a hungry young belly and an itchy hide to take care of. She tilts her head as her gaze drops back down to him, and then to the bronze beside him. "What about you?" Caidelyth's head turns to look at her bronze brother, welcoming even a greeting such as this. She takes his deep, dark night and reflects with back to him. Only, in her midnight sky stars sparkle like diamonds, winking their greetings with merry brilliance.

Ka'ge leans his head back against the wall, allowing enough of his face to show that he can look over at Ead to study her, even if indifferent, aloof. "It's.." A slight grin starts but doesn't spread enough to rid him of the bored expression he claims, "uncomfortable sleeping around people." He'd give her that much as his hands lay in his lap, the fiddling overwith. "How's it going with her? Any change in the wing?" The way he brings it up is nigh tactless, but it's not for ignorance he does so. His eyes are on her, studious, waiting. Zymadiath's heavy wings are only partially collected at his sides, letting the wingtips rest on the ground beside him. He holds himself pridefully, boldly, even when at rest. << Real ones >> From the darkness comes his low, coarse mindvoice, though he is somewhere far within the blackness. It's an invitation, it seems, as the bronze dragonet tilts his head away from her again, looking up through the windows at the real stars.

"Because you're vulnerable when you sleep?" is Ead's almost immediate question, those sharp, pale eyes fixed upon what she can see of his face. Her lips curl in her own smug smile. Even though she's softer under the cloak of night, that edge hasn't vanished from her completely. That smug expression fades quickly and her gaze darts away when the green's wing is mentioned, her lips pursed together with a guilt she doesn't quite manage to hide. "She says it's nothing. It doesn't bother her." In other words, Ead still doesn't know. Caidelyth needs little encouragement to turn her whirling gaze skywards, the sky in her mind shifting until it better resembles the true stars above them. But even though they no longer appear as diamonds speckling the black, there's still a sapphire halo to their glow and shared with the nearby bronze. << They're beautiful. >> And oh, the joy the little green takes in that fact. << Thank you, brother. >>

Ka'ge doesn't answer, but the faint grin broadens a bit with amusement at her sharp return. Rather, he shrugs, clothing rustled against the wall. He draws one booted foot in, the other remains sprawled out in front of him. "But it bothers you." He prys, in the smug way that he does. "I'm guessing the dragonhealers have at least taken a look at her." Eventually, he turns his attention to the little green, head adjusting against the wall that small motion given his periphery is limited with his attire. Zymadiath's shadows, figments creating and breaking apart, and creating again, continue to lick at the edges of Caidelyth's mind, never quite becoming anything of purchase other than simply phantasms. << The night is. >> Beautiful, he must mean, but he'd not say it. As unpleasant as his mindvoice and ghosts may be, that seems to be true enough, or at least as much as he'd share. << Why do you not sleep? >>

One hand fiddles with the laces of her boots, twisting and twirling them around a finger while Ead continues to focus on anything in the room that isn't Ka'ge. "Of course it bothers me," is her gruff reply, backed by misplaced anger. It causes the green's head to turn in her direction momentarily, but Ead's eyes lift skywards rather than meet that quietly disapproving gaze. "They came. Eventually. You two were a good distraction." She heaves a heavy sigh, and then, "They said they can do something. Fix it, probably." Even if she doesn't voice it, the mistrust is heavy in those words. Caidelyth's attention is fixed upon her rider for a moment, but the soothing hiss of a summer rainstorm fans out to brush against Zymadiath's mind as well, bathing him in warmth and starlight. << My Ead is awake, so I am awake. >> So simple, those words, but laden with a deep devotion. << She still thinks herself alone. >>

"I'm always helpful." Ka'ge's sidelong look back at Ead is a brief one before he's watching her green again. "Probably." He says eventually, echoing the word as if it's the only important one, "A struggle either way." Good or bad, fixed or not. "There's been a lot of clutches, they've seen their fair share of things." Maybe that's supposed to be a positive spin, but his tone doesn't give it much to go on. The darkness that is Zymadiath continues on in its twisting phantasmic figures, though their depth is much like that of a black hole- the light seems not to touch them. Blacker, blackest, a night without stars within. << They do not learn very fast. >> says the shadow, << But they were not born like us. >> As if that explains everything.

Ead gives a quiet laugh, one that lacks mirth in spite of the faint smile that accompanies it. "Aye, that's you," she agrees with a little shake of her head. Caidelyth's whirling gaze leaves the stars and fixes upon her chosen, and in particular those boot laces. The tiny green trots over, putting paws upon the cushion and standing on hind legs so that she can take the other end of the laces in her mouth and begin gently tugging them loose. Almost without thinking, Ead's fingers untwist from the laces and reach out to touch her head. "They could be wrong though," she says quietly, drawing strength from the small creature beside her, "And then she'd never fly." Caidelyth pauses in her tugging to press her nose to Ead's palm, snorting softly. Evidently the green does not share those fears, as no part of her mental radiance dulls, even in the face of Zymadiath's impenetrable darkness. << But they will learn. All of them. >> Her sapphire hues take on a golden shimmer for a moment, reflecting the color of a certain regal sister. << They need us as we need them, >> she says, soft, sweet tones playing alongside her words. There's a simple conviction to everything she says, all of it awash with light and certainty.

"They could be." The cynical truth is fair in and of itself, "There's plenty of what ifs. At least at that worry will keep you busy when you're bored." Ka'ge watches Ead now that her green has rejoined her, his amusement there, but barely in the face of being tired. "Will she really not let you speak your mind, or is she just trying to improve you by keeping your trap shut?" His grin is a little bit broader at that, even in the inappropriate instance of the context. Zymadiath doesn't rise, but he does turn his head to focus one faceted eye on his green clutchsibling. << You could do nothing without her? >> The darkness asks, arrogant as he is, phantasms going a little slower as if that's a negative thing, tendrils touching at the edge of her magical existance, but no more.

"Thanks," Ead says dryly as she moves her hand to caress the green hide again. "I'll wait a little longer. Maybe she'll grow out of it." Even as she says it, she doesn't sound the least bit convinced of that possibility. Her eyes narrow and her expression sharpens with annoyance as he poses his question. It's clear from the snarl that's hinting in her expression that there's much she wishes to say, but most of those words don't make it past her lips. "I don't need improving," she says harshly, "She is kind, and I-" She cuts herself off, aware that Caidelyth is listening intently even though the tiny creature seems to be busying herself with the shoelaces once again. "I have reasons." Although Caidelyth doesn't push or try to assert her starry skies upon the darkened bronze, her melodies still dance in his direction. She shares with him willingly, everything about her an open book where her rider is bound so tightly. << Why would I want to? >> There's innocence in the way that thought flows toward him, weaving its way like a trickling brook.

"Well, seems useless to cut yourself off all the time unless you're trying to improve. Otherwise you're just ranting in your head at her." Ka'ge shifts to stand, rising in the slow, deliberate way he's forced to do now that exhaustion is more prominent than laziness. "Either way, doesn't matter to me." The dark bronze rises when his chosen does, not bothering to raise the wings that almost drag behind him like a cape, though he'd not quite let them touch amidst his stalking gait. "I guess I'll try the cot, you've convinced me." Sarcasm is obvious, given she hadn't actually tried. "Not a bad idea for you either. I'll see you in the morning." The shadows don't press, they don't invade, they just are. Just as the night is always present, just as blackness has no emotion, no care. << If she doesn't learn. >> The darkness begins to receed then, to release her melodies from his surrounding ghostly figments. Ka'ge lifts a hand, a semi-salute as sort of a mock of what they're being pushed to do all the time now. "Plenty of other stuff to worry about." is his farewell, laden with a yawn at it's tailend.

Although that anger isn't entirely gone from her drawn brows and narrowed eyes, Ead's expression registers confusion as well as he speaks again. "I'm not ranting in my head at her," she replies in a tone that suggests the idea is ridiculous, "I think about other things, and she doesn't push." That tight brow relaxes some as a green head nudges against her hand again, cooling rain falling upon her skin in phantom droplets and calming the heat of her temper. "Glad I could be so convincing," she comments, lifting a brow, "But you were here first. I'll go." And thus the weyrling gets to her feet and scoops Caidelyth into her arms again. Whether or not Ka'ge takes her up on her offer of keeping the sunroom, she'll be out the door. Before they can leave, however, those sapphire-edged stars glow brighter in her sky, turning midnight to a deep blue. << Love is unconditional, >> is the green's reply, stars flickering with a confused yellow glow for a moment. << Even if it takes a lifetime for her to understand, I will be here. >> A light darts across her sky, leaving a shimmering trail behind which rains glimmering diamonds softly down upon her peaceful earth. Warmth is sent to meet the bronze's receding darkness, sending one last lullaby of affection toward her night-cloaked brother before that ethereal presence fades, scattering like stardust.
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Logs talk:The first 48

2015-07-01T09:52:50Z

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==Faryn (01:44, 1 July 2015 (MDT)) said... ==

Cuuuuuuute. *u*
==Alida (02:36, 1 July 2015 (MDT)) said... ==

D'aaaawwww! *cute face* :D
==Eadgyd (03:52, 1 July 2015 (MDT)) said... ==

WHY IS THIS SO CUTE??

Logs:Good Heart

2015-06-29T08:02:43Z

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{{Log
|who=Ead, Ead{{!}}Caidelyth
|what=A good heart meets a broken one.
|where=Weyrling Barracks, Fort Weyr
|involves=Fort Weyr
|day=17
|month=2
|turn=38
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2015.06.29
|quote=<< I did not pick the wrong person, Ead. >>
|mentions=Dee, Paislie
|type=Vignette
|icons-new=Icon ead sad.png, Icon ead caidelyth.png,
|log=Caidelyth is so ''good''. That's the first thing Ead learns about her, within mere moments of their bonding. There is something otherwordly about the little green, whose mind touches hers so gently and yet roots itself so deep. Caidelyth is sweet, and kind, and above all else she is ''good''. And Ead feels so hopelessly inadequate, so impossibly unable to be worthy of this tiny creature who presents herself so straightforwardly, as though true honesty isn't the most difficult thing in the world. To Caidelyth, it seems to come as naturally as breathing, because she doesn't need a wall of lies to defend herself.

Courageous. She's that, too. Where Ead hides behind her sharp edges and blunted words designed to strike and clobber, Caidelyth is true to herself. There's a quiet resolve in the green's gentle reproach whenever those too-harsh words leave Ead's lips to fall upon her chosen victim. It doesn't push -- she wouldn't force anyone to be other than what they are -- but the weyrling can feel the disappointment when her barbs hit their mark. But for the first time, she feels shame. The thought of letting this strange, ''good'' mind that is joined to hers down is one she cannot stomach. Apologies are foreign on her lips, but she makes begrudging use of them, for Caidelyth.

Anything for Caidelyth.

They lie together in the green's freshly cleaned wallow, with Ead curled around that tiny body. Caidelyth is oiled, fed, and on the edge of sleep, her shimmering sapphire consciousness fading in and out of her rider's thoughts. The girl lays careful fingers upon that hitch to the green's wing, a deformity that she has hesitated to bring up with the dragonhealers in these earliest of days. It sends a shiver down her spine to touch that part of the mainsail, an aversion born of both a worry of causing greater injury and a fear of what it might signify for their future. Though the dragonhealers will have the answer, the nightmares keep her away; dreams of being told they'll be grounded forever, with Caidelyth's wing forever holding them back.

<< Everything this will be fine, >> is offered by the quietly reassuring voice that intrudes upon her thoughts, its notes like a lullaby, << It's only a little quirk. We have nothing to fear, you and I. Not while we're together. >>

The crackling warmth of a hearth seems to surround her, trying to reach far enough inside to warm that chill that encompasses her heart. But even Caidelyth, for all the good in her, cannot reach that far. ''You don't know that.'' It's a silent argument, as Ead's hands move from the disfigured wing to rest protectively around the green's body. ''You don't know me. You picked-''

She stops herself from thinking it, but their minds are freshly joined, and there's no keeping anything from the other. << I did not pick the wrong person, Ead. >>

It's strange how one so young can have more conviction in one thought than Ead has had in her entire life.

<< You are not a lost cause, and you don't bring out the worst in people. You have kindness in you, too. >>

''Alright.'' It's a placating word, meant to soothe the little green to sleep. And Caidelyth being who she is, she does not question beyond that simple acknowledgement for now. The girl hums a quiet song, trying her hardest to keep her thoughts focused only on the next note until the young dragon's breathing smooths into the slow rise and fall of slumber. It's only then that she lapses into silence, staring at this strange creature to whom she is now bound for life.

Caidelyth is wrong about her. Her family, her mentor, Dee, even Paislie. Ead has seen what being around her does to people, how it brings out their anger and sometimes worse. She knows what she is, and what she causes. But Caidelyth... she cannot do that to Caidelyth. ''I will not.'' Resolve, strong and diamond-clad is growing in her heart. This good, kind creature will not become anything less because of her.

She may not be capable of kindness or courage, but Ead can protect the good heart that has chosen her. That is the one thing she can do.
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Logs:Good Heart

2015-06-29T07:12:40Z

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{{Log
|who=Ead, Ead{{!}}Caidelyth
|what=A good heart meets a broken one.
|where=Weyrling Barracks, Fort Weyr
|involves=Fort Weyr
|day=17
|month=2
|turn=38
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2015.06.29
|quote=<< I did not pick the wrong person, Ead. >>
|weather=Clear as a bell, the sun shines in pale winter skies, though an occasional sharp breeze blows.
|mentions=Dee, Paislie
|type=Vignette
|icons-new=Icon ead sad.png, Icon ead caidelyth.png,
|log=Caidelyth is so ''good''. That's the first thing Ead learns about her, within mere moments of their bonding. There is something otherwordly about the little green, whose mind touches hers so gently and yet roots itself so deep. Caidelyth is sweet, and kind, and above all else she is ''good''. And Ead feels so hopelessly inadequate, so impossibly unable to be worthy of this tiny creature who presents herself so straightforwardly, as though true honesty isn't the most difficult thing in the world. To Caidelyth, it seems to come as naturally as breathing, because she doesn't need a wall of lies to defend herself.

Courageous. She's that, too. Where Ead hides behind her sharp edges and blunted words designed to strike and clobber, Caidelyth is true to herself. There's a quiet resolve in the green's gentle reproach whenever those too-harsh words leave Ead's lips to fall upon her chosen victim. It doesn't push -- she wouldn't force anyone to be other than what they are -- but the weyrling can feel the disappointment when her barbs hit their mark. But for the first time, she feels shame. The thought of letting this strange, ''good'' mind that is joined to hers down is one she cannot stomach. Apologies are foreign on her lips, but she makes begrudging use of them, for Caidelyth.

Anything for Caidelyth.

They lie together in the green's freshly cleaned wallow, with Ead curled around that tiny body. Caidelyth is oiled, fed, and on the edge of sleep, her shimmering sapphire consciousness fading in and out of her rider's thoughts. The girl lays careful fingers upon that hitch to the green's wing, a deformity that she has hesitated to bring up with the dragonhealers in these earliest of days. It sends a shiver down her spine to touch that part of the mainsail, an aversion born of both a worry of causing greater injury and a fear of what it might signify for their future. Though the dragonhealers will have the answer, the nightmares keep her away; dreams of being told they'll be grounded forever, with Caidelyth's wing forever holding them back.

<< Everything this will be fine, >> is offered by the quietly reassuring voice that intrudes upon her thoughts, its notes like a lullaby, << It's only a little quirk. We have nothing to fear, you and I. Not while we're together. >>

The crackling warmth of a hearth seems to surround her, trying to reach far enough inside to warm that chill that encompasses her heart. But even Caidelyth, for all the good in her, cannot reach that far. ''You don't know that.'' It's a silent argument, as Ead's hands move from the disfigured wing to rest protectively around the green's body. ''You don't know me. You picked-''

She stops herself from thinking it, but their minds are freshly joined, and there's no keeping anything from the other. << I did not pick the wrong person, Ead. >>

It's strange how one so young can have more conviction in one thought than Ead has had in her entire life.

<< You are not a lost cause, and you don't bring out the worst in people. You have kindness in you, too. >>

''Alright.'' It's a placating word, meant to soothe the little green to sleep. The girl hums a quiet song, trying her hardest to keep her thoughts focused only on the next note until the young dragon's breathing smooths into the slow rise and fall of slumber. It's only then that she lapses into silence, staring at this strange creature to whom she is now bound for life.

Caidelyth is wrong about her. Her family, Dee, even Paislie. Ead has seen what being around her does to people, how it brings out their anger and sometimes worse. She knows what she is, and what she causes. But Caidelyth... she cannot do that to Caidelyth. ''I will not.'' Resolve, strong and diamond-clad is growing in her heart. This good, kind creature will not become anything less because of her.

She may not be capable of kindness or courage, but Ead can protect the good heart that has chosen her. That is the one thing she can do.
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Logs talk:Dark Souls

2015-06-29T06:47:20Z

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==Eadgyd (00:47, 29 June 2015 (MDT)) said... ==

I'm so excited to see how Zym redirects Kael and what that means for both of their futures!

Logs talk:The Roots Go Deep

2015-06-29T05:20:42Z

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==Faryn (21:35, 28 June 2015 (MDT)) said... ==

Damn, Taeliyth, get some.
==Alida (23:11, 28 June 2015 (MDT)) said... ==

Now *that's* a gold Alida could likely respect. :)
==Eadgyd (23:20, 28 June 2015 (MDT)) said... ==

I appreciate that Dee got stuck with the brashly opinionated one and Ead got stuck with the ridiculously nice one. IT SEEMS FITTING.

File:Icon ead caidelyth twirl.gif

2015-06-28T12:56:33Z

Eadgyd:

File:Icon ead caidelyth disney.png

2015-06-28T12:56:01Z

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Logs:First Contact

2015-06-28T12:49:16Z

Eadgyd:

{{Log
|who=Ead, Isabeau, Ka'ge, I'dro
|what=The morning after the hatching, weyrlings bond (and glower) over an early feeding.
|where=Weyrling Barracks, Fort Weyr
|involves=Fort Weyr
|day=12
|month=2
|turn=38
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2015.06.27
|quote=<< Mine finds yours very amusing. Is she trying to be? >>
|weather=Clear as a bell, the sun shines in pale winter skies, though an occasional sharp breeze blows.
|type=Log
|ooc=It sounds like the hatching happened before midnight so I'm assuming that the date for the morning after is correct, sorry for the fudging!
|icons-new=Icon ead.png, Icon Ka'ge.jpg
|desc=>---< Weyrling Barracks, Fort Weyr >-----------------------------------------<

Through the entrance to the barracks, one is immediately presented with
the door to the Weyrlingmaster's Staffroom to the left, while a path
leading forward and a path to the right lead to two separate chambers,
allowing two classes to be housed with their fellows. Each high-ceilinged
chamber contains two neat rows of cots, each bed with its top to the wall,
enough to house at least thirty weyrlings and their growing dragons.
Placed at strategic intervals between the rows are barrels of oil, clean
buckets and other equipment needed for dragon care or the cleaning of the
premises. Windows are concealed by heavy drapes, but can be opened to
provide fresh air and sunlight. Glowbaskets line the walls for nighttimes
lighting.

Each weyrling pair is provided with a bed, a bedside table, and a trunk
for their belongings. Beside each bed is a smooth indentation in the floor
to serve as a wallow for growing dragons. If required, fresh linens and
materials for wallows can be collected from the tall unit of drawers and
collection of barrels at the very back of each room.
|log=It was only a short time ago that night gave way to day, and the early morning light is doing its best to slip past the heavy drapes that guard the windows of the barracks. For the new weyrlings, it may seem like only moments ago that they fell asleep after the unexpectly early hatching, but young bellies need constant filling, and hides need oiling. Several are already beginning to stir, roused by hungry dragons. Ead is not among them, at least initially. Caidelyth is awake, and sits beside her chosen, patiently waiting for her to wake up of her own accord. The little green is hungry, but not so hungry that she'll deny Ead her rest. But in spite of the green's best intentions, the dragon's hunger and Ead's hunger are one and the same. With a quiet groan, the girl's eyes flutter open. "Food." Grunt. With one soft touch for the patient green, Ead begins a sleepy search for meat with Caidelyth at her heels.

There are beds. There are wallows for the dragons. Guess which one of them is more comfortable? Well, bed, obviously. And I'dro is in possession of a dragon who is, if only for a very short time, very small. The end result of this is that at this moment, he is sleeping quite soundly on his stomach, with the pillow right over his head, and his dragon nestled quite comfortably stretched out the length of his back. Her head rests right on that pillow. Not a sustainable arrangement, of course. If nothing else, he must be sleeping like the dead in order not to have dislodged her by now.

Banth had to get the idea from somewhere, she gives a tongue curling yawn, nosing a pile of blonde locks and heavy quilts. Poke, poke, poke, goes the left paw, then the right until a rumbling groan is emitted from the pile. "Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm up, I'm up." The birds nest, that is hair rising as Isabeau peers sleepily around the barracks. Between rubbing the sleep from her eyes she catches Ead's grunt. "Did they have a bucket somewhere?" One pajama leg rolled up the other down as she manages to pry herself from the warmth of her bed.

Ka'ge had slept in the barracks, a novel thing in and of itself, but he'd truely had no option this time. Even though only a handful of hours had been given for rest before some dragonets begun to stir, he's awake already and sitting up, digging through a sack of what must be his personal effects delivered from the candidate's barracks the night before. He still dawns his tattered, bloody robe, stained worse with redwort now that the rest has dried and aged over the hours. But given the search he's currently involved in, he must be looking to change that fact. Zymadiath is curled up at the foot of the cot, still on the bedding himself. Each with their own bandage dressing over their chests, though neither feigning a need for bedrest because of it. The young man is not unaware of those who start moving, particularly the familiar Ead, but he raises no attention towards her. Rather, it's the bronze whose slowly whirling, patiently sedate eyes follow after them, as do shadows. Reaching for the mind of Caidelyth and any close by enough to be touched by him, curling, writhing shadows creep from the edges, forming and unforming, becoming and unbecoming, never quite tangible. The sensation of ''hello'' is in that darkness, unpleasant in feeling but not unfriendly.

Ead surveys the barracks through squinted eyes, vision blurred by the haze of slumber that she hasn't quite managed to shake off yet. It's probably that still-drowsy state that makes her answer to Isabeau so soft-spoken, "I don't know. Maybe they want us cutting our own meat already." Just after dawn, with no training? She gives a little shake of her head to cut through the haze. "No, there must be buckets." Caidelyth, ever helpful, is quick to follow her nose toward something edible. At the strange touch of Zymadiath's mind, her head swings around to survey the bronze with a curiously whirling gaze. There's a moment of discomfort as the darkness touches her, but that unflappable kindness accepts that unpleasantness and a shimmering greeting in return.

Darkness isn't a discomforting thing to Banth, at least from the glowing whirls of green and purple vapor popping through the dark, glowing softly. Caidelyth seems to have the right idea though and with Isabeau in tow, she too moves to the buckets of tasty morsels. "Anyone else feel like they've had a stampede of herd beast running through their brain?"

The bronze dragonet's shadows do not pale in the face of the shimmering, their utter darkness impenetrable and simply there. Dark head turns to survey the others now risen- Banth, Nasmaeth. But for his part, that seems enough. Ka'ge finds what he'd been searching for- not a difficult quest indeed with there not being much in the sack- and pulls from it his usual clothing. With care it's pulled on, the robe shed, and hood pulled up over his head. Comfort's in that, thumb and forefinger touching the peak of it to make it so. "Or you can just go out and hunt something down." Comes the most beneficial comment. Feet swing over the edge of the cot until he's sitting more upright, now-shaded gaze looking between Isabeau and Ead with his characteristic smugness.

Caidelyth expands the bounds of that shimmering joy to include Banth as well, welcoming her sister with the soft tones of the melody that seems to accompany her every thought. Even though the food is ''right there'', it's not until Ead joins her and begins picking out pieces for her to eat that she begins her latest meal. "I don't know if that's the description I'd use," she answers Isabeau as she reaches for another morsel. "I don't think she could cause a stampede if she tried." Tiny, delicate thing that she is. Her gaze finally goes to Ka'ge as he speaks, expression darkening in an instant. "Haven't the two of you received enough injuries for one day?"

Both pale brows lift surveying the male with a yawn. "I would rather avoid things that squelch for as long as humanly possible." Chimes in Isa, though Banth has already started using her skull to push the bucket over and making "feed me" eyes at her lifemate. She looks to Ead with a sigh. "They get bigger. Remind me to introduce you to my dad's sometime."

"Already flirting? I thought we weren't allowed to do that for awhile." Ka'ge is up, a hand over his chest done out of necessity for the movement than for drawing more attention to it. Zymadiath rises mere inches, a crouch, crawling to the edge of the cot. He should help the dragonet down from it- should, doesn't likely due to some determined exchange of it not being desired. Overly long baby dragon legs reach one at a time over the side of the bed, seeing if one or the other may be long enough to touch the ground. Eventually, he just drops off, a short growl the result of it as he collects his paws beneath him again to follow after the teen as he makes some headway towards the girls. "You don't mind the juices?" Is to Isabeau, his head tipped slightly to one buckets, a brow raised, amused.

Ead's nose wrinkles with the word 'squelch', the term itself more offensive to her sensibilities than the idea of any kind of gore. Caidelyth is hard at work chewing as daintily as a dragon can manage, finishing each piece and swallowing before patiently waiting for Ead to offer another. The girl doesn't have to offer a single warning about eating too quickly or too much -- if anything, the green requires encouragement. "I don't mean her size," she answers with an unexpectedly fond expression on her face, her attention largely focused on the green for all that she engages in conversation. "She's just not... like that. I'm sure she'll hunt like she should-" Hopefully. "-but she doesn't seem like she'd stampede." Her mouth shuts abruptly after that, as though she has somehow said too much. She's quite determined to focus on feeding Caidelyth, right up until Ka'ge opens her mouth and she quickly snaps, "I've never flirted with you and I'm not about to start now." The narrowed gaze she fixes on him loses focus, and just for a moment her eyes dart back to the green. There's an almost imperceptible shake of her head, followed by a grimace and then an incredibly reluctant, "... Sorry."

Isabeau yawns, "It can't be worse than the Igen feeding grounds, the heat makes for unpleasant odors." Wincing as she reaches a hand in the bucket and pulls out a squishy hunk for the little green to start munching on. Concern tinges those faceted eyes as Zymadiath makes his way less than gracefully, but not so much that she can't continue chewing her meal. Pale blonde brows lift at mention of flirting and a characteristic smirk curls on the blonde's lips. "I think you'd have to have attractive qualities first, before ''anyone'' considered flirting." Banth nibbles away contentedly.

Ka'ge sits heavily on the bench near Isabeau, a grunt accompanying it. A forearm drops to one of his thighs as he leans forwards. "You don't think I have attractive qualities?" The mock-pain in that question is hardly subtle, his sarcasm more than dripping. Ead's response and subsequent ''sorry'' gives the young man pause, and he considers her a moment before slanting his attention to the side, to the bucket of meat. "She's even got you apologizing already?" Zymadiath is not so gentle as his sisters when offered a piece, Ka'ge still seeming in danger of losing a finger tip or two in the way those tiny jaws snap shut. "Slow." is added quietly inbetween pieces to the dragonet.

Ead laughs out loud at Isabeau's rejoinder, giving the other girl an approving nod. "That's the best way to handle him, I've found." Tiring of her crouch, Ead settles on the ground properly with legs crossed while Caidelyth works her way through another morsel. It doesn't take long for Ka'ge to attract her attention again, and her pale eyes narrow to a glare at his words. There's a long pause, and in spite of the tightness in her jaw she seems as though she's just about to spit out more angry words... but Caidelyth is there. In the end, she simply grits out, "Apparently." Whatever else she might like to say is stifled by the listening ears arond them.

Isabeau feeds another squelchy chunk to a delighted Banth. Blue-green eyes are shifting to study her compatriots. For Ka'ge, there's an easy smirk. "Too early to say, probably. I find it's about 50/50 with those who ride bronze." There's a wry smile for Ead, "Grew up around plenty of his type, I'd hope by this point I'd learn something of how to deal with them."

Ka'ge's eyes are watchful as he studies Ead's reaction, as observant as ever, just slightly shadowed by his hood at this angle. But his shadows hide little for now, the wryness of his grin spreading until the expression lines his face with that amusement. "So sweet of her." His attention is drawn to Isabeau though at her description and assessment, "My type?" He can't really restrain a breathy, light chuckle at that. "If you learn how to deal with me, you let me know." There's a wink for her, perhaps dropping himself further in that bucket of stereotypes- on purpose? Zymadiath, mid-chew, tilts his head towards Banth, a curiosity in that. Darkness reaches out, the depth untold, vying, writhing at the periphery threatening to overtake. But they never would, as they instead draw into his gravelly, deep mindvoice << Mine finds yours very amusing. Is she trying to be? >>

While Ead might be somewhat stifled in what she feels comfortable saying in front of the young green, that doesn't stop her from 'accidentally' flinging a piece of meat from the bucket in Ka'ge's direction. "Oh, I slipped," is her ever-so-innocent comment as to the mishap. Caidelyth cocks her head and seems to consider this, but whatever conclusions she may draw are defeated by the offer of yet another piece of meat. "I don't think he's quite the type you think he is," she warns the other girl, with a knowing look darted toward the new bronzerider. That almost friendly warning doesn't last, however. Almost as soon as her previous sentence ends, she tags on, "Then again, maybe he is. How should I know?"

Isabeau laughs with the wink tossing back that tangled mass of blonde with a flash of her throat. "I'll keep that in mind bronze boy." She teases easily feeding another chunk to the greedy green who proceeds to eye the Human ''intruding'' upon her territory. The slip of magenta vapors and glowing sparks bat at the darkness, tangling with it where able. << She is mine, of course, she's amusing! >> Almost indignant. Of course, with the loud squelching slap of goppy meat slapping against an unprotected face, it's about to get a great deal more amusing. "Well, I'm awake now, but lets avoid face meat in the future hm?"

Ka'ge may be handicapped, but his mind is no longer slowed now that the teas have mostly worn off, and he sits up as the slimey tidbit of herdbeast is flung in his general direction and thusly more in the direction of Isa. Ead's warning is given a glance out of the corner of his eye. A warning? It doesn't seem serious enough to be one, but it also amounts to no more than that as she adds to her initial comment. The fact his small bronze has not yet been oiled completely is coming back to haunt him rather savagely at this point, Ka'ge finding himself scratching at his forearms beneath his dark-dabbled sleeves. Zymadiath is licking at his talons as his sister's reply comes; his shadows are but figments, impossible to catch, not forming anything real enough to fathom into a shape or concept; receeding at pursuits yet never vanishing. << No one can always be amusing. >> His reach is open to both of his sisters, of course, not practiced enough to narrow in appropriately beyond speaking with his rider. There's a shake of his head at Isa's comment, before he adds, "I should get him oiled." As much as he can, anyway.

Ead's eyes go wide when her little slip goes flying into a face that doesn't belong to the pesky boy she'd intended. One hand (the one that hasn't been handling meat) goes up over her mouth in a badly smothered laugh. "I'd apologize, but..." Those words end on a shrug. "I will aim better next time, though." She looks pointedly at Ka'ge, arching a brow at the one she's holding responsible for that little mishap. Caidelyth is content to allow her siblings to converse for a time, but as Zymadiath's comments turn more judgmental, there's a sparkle of awareness before the sapphire-toned jewels of her consciousness gently intrude upon the conversation. There is a diamond-willed strength to her, even though she speaks without force. << She can be anything Banth believes her to be, Zymadiath. I am sure the same is true of yours. >>

Isabeau sparks his and crack before popping completely out of existence a sign of anger from the green, or at the very least that she deigns not to dignify his statement with a response. Isa just laughs. "I deserve it for fraternizing with the enemy?" She teases warmly, as though to finish Ead's sentence. "I take it back Ka'ge; you are probably more trouble than I initially thought." But there's warmth and amusement in those words. "I want a bath. Think anybody mind if I dragged her to the bathing caverns?"

Ka'ge stands with intention to move on, eyes intermittently glazed as if the entwined with a more private conversation. Coming back to the present, hooded head nods slightly, "You keep working on that." He says in regards to Ead's throwing, followed in short by a small shrug. "I think they'd complained more if you sat around smelling until she went to sleep." The rest of what she says gets no reply, and he's already moving towards the oiling cans for a second attempt to ease the overwhelming itchiness that plagues them both. Zymadiath's smugness comes in the form of those distorted dark forms of nothingness, crawling, slithering, more present the more his darkness is pushed. To Caidelyth's strength-laden reproach, << So you think. >> A pause, curious, amused and arrogant as the crackling and popping shifts the edges of his shadows. It's most likely because his attention is drawn by the concept of taking care of his hide that the darkness of his mind becomes more solid and ebs away from dominating the mindpool, and not because he particularly feels bad for what he said.

It seems that feeding time as at an end, as Ead raises another piece of meat and Caidelyth politely declines the delicacy. There is, however, the matter of an increasingly itchy hide which needs tending, which causes the girl's lips to purse. She distracts herself from whatever it is about oiling that causes such a reaction by responding to Isabeau, agreeing with a frank, "Yes. Never forget the dangers of fraternizing." She wipes her hands on the legs of her pants, getting meat juice all over her clothes. It seems no one ever taught her to wash her hands. "Just come up with an excuse now and go anyway," she suggests as she slowly stretches out her legs and begins to get to her feet. Caidelyth daintly steps her way toward the promise of oil, while Ead seems to lag behind. The little green offers one last melodic shimmer of deep blues, undeterred by the darkness that flows from Zymadiath. << This I know. >> is her quietly observed reply, before she allows that ethereal presence to retreat.

Isabeau laughs scooping up the bristly green who is ''still'' glaring at her clutch brother. "If we don't come back in an hour I probably drowned." Which serves as her farewell since she is grabbing some clothes and a bottle of oil on her way out.
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Logs:First Contact

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2015-06-04T01:03:10Z

Eadgyd:

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At first glance, Eadgyd's femininity isn't immediately obvious. She lacks almost any obvious curves, and what few she has are often muddled by clothing. Her hair is an unremarkable brown, and is cropped short so that it hits mid-cheek in the front and the top of her neck in the back. Those strands are often in tousled disarray, suggesting a certain lack of care for physical appearance. Her face is a study in sharp angles; long and with a pointed chin, it lacks the softness one might expect from a young woman. Thin brows frame her light green eyes. Thin, in fact, appears to be a theme, as the bridge of her slightly turned-up nose and her pale lips are similarly fine. Her skin is unadorned by any form of makeup and not darkened by any sign of a tan. Her hands are work-roughened, marked by calluses and scattered cuts in various states of healing. Although she's not much to speak of in stature, she's long-limbed for her height, but fails to use that fact to her advantage. Instead of a sway to her hips, she moves more with a more masculine swagger that simply adds to the deception.

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2015-06-03T02:26:58Z

Eadgyd:

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2015-06-03T02:26:13Z

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