Difference between revisions of "Logs:Let the games begin."

Iyniroth meets her in the bowl on her way out, ever the gentleman he never keeps her waiting. The ride up is a little interesting thanks to the extra item she carries, the potted snowblossom from Bones, but they manage. Once she's sure the dragon is settled and satsfied, she goes into her weyr, unshielding glows on the way over to the low table near the hearth.

Kneeling, Liv sets the pot down and stares at it, her face a familiar expressionless mask. She touches one of the leaves with gentle fingertips and then touches those fingers to her lips, her eyes dropping to fix on a spot on the rug near her knee.

In her mind she reaches out to Iyniroth and he responds in the same instant, no time taken between her beckoning and his reply. Is he awake? she wonders, more a posed image than actual words as their communication often goes.

He is.

Let him know that I'm in, and ask him what he'd like us to do next.

As you wish.

Later that night, after dutifully feeding her new green friend a snowball as instructed, Liv changes into her sleeping clothes and starts a fire in her hearth in her new home. She shrouds herself in several thick blankets and curls up on the couch, and as she stares into the flames she pieces together every detail she has so far and begins the long and complicated task of figuring them out.