Difference between revisions of "Logs:Choose your own adventure"

Rielsath senses that Malsaeth doesn't ask if he could begin, nor does he hesitate. If the sunfire gold wants him to stop telling his new story, she'll have to stop him only after he provides his hook. For this was a story. A story about meat. « The weyrlings were butchering meat one day in the barracks and soon discovered the meat was all gone. The only sign the weyrlings could see of foul play were splashes of blood from the meat. »

Rielsath> Malsaeth senses that Rielsath is not so concerned about the lack of meat as she might have been some hours ago; her belly is full, her mind content with the day's feast. But there are days in Lujayn's memory that show her eating at all hours, always needing more, and so she peers in on Malsaeth's story with the soft, dusky presence of sunset. « Did the greedy weyrlings eat it all? » She teases, well-fed and all the chattier for it.

Rielsath senses that Malsaeth seems pleased enough to hear the prompting question from the older dragon. So without further ado, the fiery bronze sets the tone further by allowing clouds to rumble and shake, making the scene a dark and mysterious one. « Oh no. There wasn't that much meat left in the vat anyways. » An image forms of an electric blue weyrling dragon, Sleusath. While dragons were curious, Sleusath was almost obsessive about facts. So it was Sleusath to the rescue, so to speak, as Malsaeth shows the bright blue venturing out of the barracks in search of this taker of meat.

Rielsath> Malsaeth senses that Rielsath follows Sleusath, this bright shock of blue lightning, quite easily against the more somber clouds. « Before that, before it ran out. Did they eat themselves into thicktail? » A hidden laugh amongst silvery rain, amused to think of poor little 'uns causing themselves distress before learning about moderation. Adopting a new perspective, back when the world was enormous and she was not, the gold watches Sleusath begin his journey.

Rielsath senses that Malsaeth makes the clouds shake further, perhaps emphasizing his own amusement at the question of the gold. « Some did. But not Sleusath. He knew better. He waited, too. But when it was his turn to eat, where was -his- meat? » As the rain falls fast and hard against the electric blue dragon. The bronze restrains himself from allowing the idea of meat get the best of him, the dragon already hunting on his own by now. « The blood drops splattered in the snow, so Sleusath followed the trail as long as he could. »

A lightning storm brews as the raindrops strike Sleusath's electric hide, sparks flying here and there to add excitement. A bowl covered by pure snow, crimson daubs every few paces marking a spooky trail for the dragonet to follow. Rielsath continues to illustrate as her whims take her, the trail of blood leading far into the distance. (Rielsath to Malsaeth)

Rielsath senses that Malsaeth seems almost impressed with the addition of that brewing lightning storm that the gold adds to the story. Lightning strikes, emphasizing his thanks for the illustration. Malsaeth sends Sleusath out in that cold morn, following the trail of the suspect. Far into the bowl he goes... Snow soon falling down in droves, but not yet in blizzard-like qualities yet. Soon the trail ends. Sleusath stops. Though the snow stops for a moment, Sleusath's drive does not. Does he move to the lake? Or follow steps toward the other side of bowl, toward the caverns?

Rielsath> Malsaeth senses that Rielsath sends a spiral of silvery snow across the bloody tracks, erasing them bit by bit from the dragonet's sight. The rock walls of the bowl stretch up endlessly, leaving barely enough room for a hazy sky and snow-stuffed clouds. Despite the thoughtful silence from Malsaeth, she is not shy in urging Sleusath on. « The caverns. » Dark, endless tunnels await for a thief to hide away in.

Rielsath senses that Malsaeth follows Sleusath. While the snow may erase that trail bit by bit, this electric blue dragon will never be swayed, his tenacity to find the truth of the missing meat seemingly endless. « The caverns then... » Malsaeth's bass answers, sending the little blue into those caverns. « What he found was meat. Not much, but enough to tell him that he was on the right trail. » Mal sends a thrilling streak of lightning in the background to light Sleusath's way.

Shadows close in, the sky cut off by rock on all sides, though flickers of lightning reflect down the cavern's length. « Did he eat what he found? » Faint glowlight deepens the darkness, its dimly flickering guidance casting exaggerated silhouettes of the traveling dragonet. (Rielsath to Malsaeth)

Rielsath senses that Malsaeth seems almost as thrilled as Sleusath as he feels the gold seemingly cater to the story better than expected. « Oh yes. How could he not? He was hungry, after all! » As glowlight deepens the darkness, Sleusath ventures forth after eating the last little morsel. Soon, he heard an undeniable sound of eating. Also? The echoing sounds of screeching. But this blue would not be deterred, not this far into the chase for the truth.

Rielsath> Malsaeth senses that Rielsath is more than pleased to add ambiance, happier with involving herself than being a passive observer to Malsaeth's story. The screeching echoes around the tunnel and magnifies itself for Sleusath's hearing, the eating noises continuing as constant background noise. The glows are fewer and even dimmer, deep enough into the cavern where even lightning has trouble reaching.

Rielsath senses that Malsaeth adds darker touches: scrape marks against the cavern's walls here, an extra reverberation there. « What was Sleusath to do? How to approach the sounds? » The ruddy-hued bronze's growl asks the gold. He sends the electric blue out, farther into the darkness as the sounds just get louder.

Rielsath> I bespoke Malsaeth with « Straight on, » Brave Rielsath is further drawn in with the details, though the tunnel goes deeper and darker than ever before. A chilly current of air from somewhere below stirs up dust and strange shadows. « It's making too much noise to hear him coming. »

Rielsath senses that Malsaeth stops all noise, all sound from the cavern, making Sleusath stop too. Flame suddenly appears in the corner of his eye, followed by the scent of charred meat. « What could make such small flame? » Malsaeth puts the question to the gold, his voice jarringly breaking the silence.

Silence is louder than any noise so far, pressing heavily inwards. Little shadows fly here and there, prompting Rielsath to take up where Malsaeth's question ends. « The lizards, » As much curiosity as contempt is in her bright voice, catching hints of fire along each word. « They had stolen the weyrlings' meat. » Hey, who's telling this story anyhow? (Rielsath to Malsaeth)

Rielsath senses that Malsaeth seems pleased and impressed, perhaps he was letting the gold choose the story as it went along. Nonetheless, he seems to fill the cavern with half a dozen blue and brown firelizards eating what was left in the vat, eating that meat as Rielsath has suggested. He doesn't seem to mind in the least that Rielsath might be telling the story.

The tiny figures of firelizards are dwarfed by even Sleusath's young form, large enough to stand a chance against such impetuous firelizards. The next beat of silence is followed by a throaty bugle, the blue dragonet's charge scattering firelizards and chunks of meat every which way. « Sleusath knew he needed to reclaim what had been stolen, » The screeching returns, this time a frightened and frenzied noise as the lizards take flight, seeking escape. When shadows clear with the friendly light of a lit torch the firelizards have vanished, leaving behind a considerable stockpile of meat. « He called his siblings to share this good fortune, » A smug twinkle of sunlight, sneaking in through some rocky crevice. « But only after eating his fill. » (Rielsath to Malsaeth)