Difference between revisions of "Logs:Meeting P'ax"

The spring air is light and fresh, the afternoon sun pleasantly warm and mild. Perched on the fence penning in all those tasty herdbeasts, Lujayn watches Rielsath pick her last carcass clean, both rider and dragon lazily enjoying the good weather.

P'ax comes down the bowl, following an eager Yyth towards the feeding grounds. He looks particularly tired this afternoon, wearing actual weyrling gear for the first time in four months like it weighs him down. Yyth for her part is skipping and flapping her wings as mightily as she can, hovering a few feet before coming down ungracefully. In her dark and bloody way, she seems happy even with this lack of grace. "Oh yes, you'll certainly have the element of surprise on your side now, love," P'ax replies dryly to one of her boasts.

Rielsath lifts her gaze curiously from the long-finished meal between her paws, slender snout tilting towards Yyth and the weyrling boy before Lujayn ever notices their arrival. It's with the last ungainly landing on the green's part that she turns to see what's interested her lifemate. "Good afternoon, Weyrling," She nods to P'ax with a smile for both him and Yyth's efforts. "Feeding time?"

P'ax scuttles to a stop when he sees Lujayn and replies warily, "Afternoon, ma'am." He shuffles stiffly forward again towards the fence. Yyth gleefully leaps it, wings spread, and then faceplants on the other side. "Grace like the wind there, Yyth." His elbow lands on the top rail of the fence, his cheek lolling into it. "Yeah, guess so. She's not even hungry, she just wants to play with them."

"Well, there's nothing like a little fun." Lujayn raises an eyebrow doubtfully when Yyth makes another rough landing. "Doesn't look like you think so, though. Long day?" Inside the pens, where the beasts grow restless at the arrival of another sharp-taloned dragon, Rielsath shakes off her midday lazies. At the word 'play,' she sits up a little straighter and cranes her neck down to get a better look at the dragonet. She gives a little hop forward, wings flaring slightly with the glide. Is this darkly-colored green here to have fun?

To Yyth, Rielsath's mind reaches out curiously in a shower of little sparks, light and youthful. « What a funny landing. Did they teach it to you? » An image of I'daur and Zunaeth, briefly.

P'ax shrugs. "Don't mind fun," he says in a bit of a grumble. "Just don't like it when she pulls their guts out. But I guess if it makes her happy." He gives a jerky shrug and clears his throat, extending his hand. "I'm P'ax. She's Yyth. One of yours, actually." Or, Rielsath's, at least.

To Rielsath, Yyth sends a billow of noxious gas outwards to ignite the sparks, an explosion that results in a deeper darkness somehow. « Nobody teaches me. I teach myself. » Disdainful splashes of mud are slung with her words. « I will be the best, as soon as I figure out how to fly. »

"I figured," Lujayn hops down from the fence to grip P'ax's hand witn a nod, "Since there haven't been any clutches since Rielsath's. You can call me Lujayn." She takes a moment to observe his dragon when she's introduced, inclined to offer advice: "You can let her feed by herself by now, right? If it makes you squeamish. At least you don't have to cut up the chunks for her anymore."

To Yyth, Rielsath doesn't seem to mind the mud, but slings it right back at Yyth with a series of playful sparks. « If you say so. »

P'ax gives her a flimsy smile, "Lujayn it is." His gaze transfers over to Yyth, primly trotting across the feeding grounds to inspect the larger dragon. "Suppose I could, but she likes it when I come too. Says I have to be around in case she needs something. Wasn't so bad cutting the meat up. I dunno, guess it's different."

To Rielsath, Yyth doesn't mind a little mud. « I do. I have to catch up. They will see, I can learn faster than all of them, and do better. » Her attention swings to the sparking flicker of the gold's mind. « You are bigger than Tausreth. I did not think it was possible. »

Lujayn follows P'ax's gaze and grins as Rielsath makes another teasing hop-glide, this time farther away from Yyth. "Guess so. Does she know it bothers you? Most times dragons won't want to do anything that makes their rider upset." Most times, but there are plenty of exceptions out there.

To Yyth, Rielsath projects, « Show me. » Rielsath challenges the green as she glides further across the feeding pen, landing with another flurry of the sparks that seem to attract the younger green so. « Sure I'm bigger. So's Teonath, but she's not half as fun. » A thoughtful pause, waiting for Yyth to follow. « Would you rather be big or fun? » »

P'ax snorts. "She likes it when I'm grossed out. She's rather... what's the word? Ah! Macabre." His hand runs through his hair thoughfully. "If I really minded, I wouldn't be here. It's nice to be able to spend more time with her again. She was a little mad at me when I had to work in the lower caverns all the time." He swings himself up to sit on the fence, planting his chin on his fists. Yyth flaps her wings, rearing on her hind legs and stalking closer to Rielsath impatiently. Another leap, another bad landing.

To Rielsath, Yyth stretches curiously into a long tunnel of focus, a shriek, high and grating projected through it. « How do you do that? » Flying. « Teonath would not let me fly. She is not fun. » The green agrees, and then: « I am both. I am even bigger than Kelerith. I am the biggest green. »

"Then it sounds like you'll have to get used to it if you can't make her cut it out." Lujayn leans against the fence, finding herself a rather calm observer. Rielsath moves away as soon as Yyth gets too close, rising high enough to pass over her daughter and land on the opposite side of the pen, eyes whirling quickly with playful colors. "Doesn't sound like there's much room for compromise."

P'ax nods his head in agreement. "Yeah, she's pretty stubborn. So am I, though. I think our paths just sort of tend to go the same way a lot of the time. You understand?" He glances over at her and attempts another smile. "I'm guessing it doesn't bother you, watching her eat?"

To Yyth, Rielsath shows a trail of dapples through the sky, challenging Yyth to follow if she can. « They taught me to fly, and now I fly all the time. » A sense imparted of certain wing muscles working, the feeling of reaching out for the ground in a landing. « Me too! But you're flying now, almost. »

To Rielsath, Yyth takes the subtle feelings she projects and considers them hard. She emulates. « I am, aren't I? » she preens. « You see, I don't need them to teach me. I can learn. » And then an amused snort. « Of course you're bigger. You're a gold. »

Lujayn smirks. "That's how it goes, but it sounds more like she's making you put up with what you don't want to." Though she hasn't yet seen this macabre quality, Lu doesn't doubt it. "She comes here without me, too. But I like spending the time, like you said."

And what does Yyth think Rielsath's doing? Skimming over this with an amused spark or two, the gold laughs brightly. « I dunno. How would you know anything if no one told you? » (Rielsath to Yyth)

P'ax laughs outright. "I love her. Wouldn't you put up with something you didn't enjoy if it would make Rielsath happy? What does it hurt me to sit here with her." He hooks his toes behind the lower rail and goes back to watching. Yyth tries again, flexing the muscles in her wings and pushing off harder with her rear legs. She gets high enough to sweep her wings and then -- crash. "Yep. That hurt."

To Rielsath, Yyth wallows in a pool of blood, letting it swirl and froth as she laughs in return. « It is all there for me to take. See I'm up! I'm flying! I'm -- Ow. »

Lujayn echoes P'ax's earlier comment with a shrug, wincing at the shared pain. "She's stubborn, but so am I. There's a difference between making your dragon happy and letting them do whatever they please, though." Speaking of which. "Rielsath," As the gold readies herself for another leap skywards, Lu foregoes the mental link. "You're gonna hurt her if you keep showing off like that. Let I'daur do the dirty work." Rielsath snorts, but gives Yyth an extra few seconds to catch up. Work? Her?

To Yyth, Rielsath stays clear of the blood, globbing up more mud to splash into the strange crimson pool instead. « Not yet you aren't. »

P'ax just shakes his head. "I suppose. Oh well." He doesn't seem to mind, at least. Yyth gets herself back up and huffs a sigh, stalking after Rielsath again. "She's determined to show off too. She wants to prove to all of her admirers that she can fly well, especially since she wasn't allowed to before. I think her feelings are a little hurt that they can do something that she can't."

To Rielsath, Yyth is happy to churn the blood up to mix into the mud. « Well... I will. You'll see. Better than any of the others. And then they will never catch me. »

"Took the words right out of my mouth. Determined." Lujayn shakes her head at that, watching the green trail resolutely after Rielsath. "Don't let her push herself too much, though. That's where you come in as a rider, right, making sure she doesn't hurt herself. Especially when she's not as experienced as the others." Gray eyes fix back on Rielsath, who twitches her tail impatiently but waits for Yyth to join her. "I'd take extra care to make sure she's allowed from now on, since it looks like your happiness takes second place to hers. Can't blame anyone but yourself for that one." The junior comments matter-of-factly.

To Yyth, Rielsath trails another line of flickering dapples, though they begin to fade. « Better hurry, then, if you want to catch up to them. »

P'ax presses his lips together. "Yeah, I'm trying. She'll probably have a sore snout in the morning, but I'm not going to let her break a claw or pull a wing. She listens to me when it really counts." Yyth catches sight of that twitching tail and turns towards it like a piece of metal drawn towards a magnet. Pounce? Don't mind if she does.

« I'll get there. » She assures loftily, her pride stung just a little. « I will be faster than you, too. » (Yyth to Rielsath)

To Yyth, Rielsath is proud as well, and aims a splat of mud at Yyth in response. « No one's faster than me. When you can fly, I'll show you. » The dizzying feeling of a dive, a spiraling descent, shooting like a comet in a flash of hot light. « Come find me when you do. »

To Rielsath, Yyth takes the bait, so immersed in mud already that one more splatter is of nothing to her. Red eyes whirl behind the grime however, swiftly revolving at the promise of a challege. « I certainly will, we will see who is faster. »

"When does it count the most?" Lujayn asks curiously, intrigued to know where this line between happiness and safety lies. Perhaps frustrated by Lujayn's caution for Yyth's health, or satisfied with her encounter and ready to move on, Rielsath takes to the sky and rises past the feeding grounds and out of sight. Lu stays behind for the time being, mind skipping ahead to other matters. "At least you guys have your own weyrs now. The barracks were almost impossible by the time my class moved out."

P'ax presses his already thin lips together until they form a slash just beneath his nose, his nostrils pinching closed with the movement. "When she knows I mean it. She's like one of those dogs trained to hunt and kill tunnelsnakes. She won't let go of something until she's shaken it dead. When there's a fight or a conflict, she's got to stick her nose in it so she can blow the flame hotter. Usually it's me. And if I'm going to get in trouble because she's in there trying to rile me up, I have to pull her back. Close her off. Or when she wants to play too rough. I have to stop her from biting. She doesn't mean to hurt anyone, she just wants to play." He looks at her to see if this is making sense. Yyth warbles mournfully when the gold leaps into the air and flies off, and then turns towards the milling herd of animals, giving her energy over to catching one of them instead. "I sorta liked it, once everyone moved out and it was just us. We were all the way in the back anyway, and everyone hates me, so they left me mostly alone."

"As long as it's you in control of yourself and not your dragon, I'd say that's a step in the right direction. If you can influence her to settle down, so much the better." As Yyth goes off to investigate the beasts, Lujayn brings her focus back to the weyrling on the fence. "With those kinds of issues, it's not hard to see why people left you two to yourselves." Just another reason in favor of tempering a contrary dragon, but Lu's not going to harp on so many times in one sentence. "Is it pretty much an empty cave, your place, or did you fix it up yet?"

P'ax laughs. "They like her. It's /me/ they dislike. Which is fine. I'm not good with people. I never expected to really have friends. Eila and Raz try, in their way. But it's not like we're close. Friendly, but not close." His legs swing boredly. "Sorta a shell. There's a bed and a few chairs out on the ledge, but nothing else. It's not really mine, yet. The Weyrwoman said if Yyth caught up in a week we could have it. Yyth can't get up there anyways. We're still in the barracks."

Lujayn nods. "That's the way most are 'til you make it your own. Should be a busy week, if you're gonna get caught up with everyone else." Lujayn steps away from the fence, nodding one last time to the weyrling pair in farewell. "I've used up my spare time, I think. But it was nice meeting you."

P'ax nods his head absently as Yyth finally brings down a herdbeast. "Probably will be, you're right. Yes, nice meeting you, ma'am. Have a good day."