Difference between revisions of "Logs:Those with Vision"

To Olveraeth, Vadevjiath doesn't actually speak up, doesn't ask for Olveraeth's consideration; but there's a growing sensation of him waiting there, at attention, in the back of the blue's mindspace.

The stars of Olveraeth's thoughts provide a map towards him: celestial navigation. He directs the young bronze, indicating this way, then that; and then, « Is there something I can help you with, Vadevjiath? » (To Vadevjiath from Olveraeth)

« I had wondered, » Vadevjiath answers promptly; he's been waiting, charting his path on black seas by those stars in the meantime, « if you knew anything about crafts. » There's a pause, the vagueness of the question clarified before it can sink out of reach, into deep space or deep waters either one: « About crafts and riders. » (To Olveraeth from Vadevjiath)

Plainly, the question surprises Olveraeth, whose constellations reassemble themselves into a more thoughtful arrangement. « You mean, » he supposes after a few moments, « Whether one's rider might pursue-- continue to pursue-- his or her craft. It has been done. With varying levels of success. » (To Vadevjiath from Olveraeth)

To Olveraeth, Vadevjiath's agreement is unspoken, his focus intense: yes, that's what he means. He's not content with that half-answer, either. « In what ways? What crafts? They must have just not been very good, if they couldn't succeed, » the young bronze concludes, as though it's the most obvious thing in the world. « Or not very dedicated at all. »

« Some, » Olveraeth says, after a moment's consideration, « Find themselves less enamoured with their craft, afterwards. » 'After Impression,' presumably, but then again, perhaps not. « Some crafts prefer them not to return, or make it difficult. Some crafts are easier to draw in to a rider's life; others are difficult. There can be many reasons. » Pathways, endless in number, extend through the constellations of his thoughts. (To Vadevjiath from Olveraeth)

The first category, Vadevjiath dashes away into the rocks; they aren't even worth a cursory consideration, to him. His own rider's judgmentalness bleeds through. For the matter of the crafts' own reactions, however, Olveraeth nets only confusion from the younger dragon. « They would have to be fools or worse, to not recognize--to throw away a valuable prize. And Rafe says Liandra, at least, is not a fool at all. » (To Olveraeth from Vadevjiath)

To Vadevjiath, Olveraeth considers this, all of it, without judgement. « When you have finished your training, » he says, not so much 'warning' as 'reminder,' « It is something you may pursue. If they will have him. After all, » and now, he sounds quietly (and nasally) amused, « We are all blinded by some things, are we not? Even those who are not fools at all. »

To Olveraeth, Vadevjiath is too young to really hide his feelings: dutiful he may strive to be, but there's a fierceness under there all the same, visible in a couple of dischordant twangs that buzz amongst the stars for only an instant before he silences it. « Maybe so, » he concedes the one point. But the idea that they may not have Rafe back at all? « But those with vision will win. How could we not convince them? »

To Vadevjiath, Olveraeth manages not to show amusement, nor is he patronising. « I believe in you, » he says, firmly. « You will do your very best. But first: first you must complete your training. »

As goal-oriented as Vadevjiath is already proving to be, it's no surprise that this direction is tattooed onto his mind just as surely: step one in what's surely a long-range (if barely yet conceived) plan. « We won't disappoint you. » (To Olveraeth from Vadevjiath)

To Vadevjiath, Olveraeth's star-field stretches out forever; he can accept these long-range plans. That's what life is for, is it not? « I do believe you're right, » agrees the blue, sagely. « I expect great things. »

For some, that expectation might weight heavily; but Vadevjiath reaches for it instead, a mantle taken up, even as he withdraws his touch from the elder blue's mind. He's young, and sleep is coming on again: planning is very hard work indeed. (To Olveraeth from Vadevjiath)

To Vadevjiath, Olveraeth's stars will twinkle, far above, as Vadevjiath sleeps. All--for now-- is well.