Logs:River Bends, Plural.
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| RL Date: 22 May, 2013 |
| Who: Z'ian, Telavi |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: A brief break during sweeps. |
| Where: River Bend Hold |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Weather: Cloudy |
| Mentions: E'sren/Mentions |
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| River Bend(#1636R) Not quite as grand as High Reaches Hold, this stone fortress, situated at the bend of a river, makes the attempt at least with its stalwart walls and banners flying throughout the day. It's an agrarian society with vast fields that acts as the main hold's bread basket. Tiny villages dot the landscape leading up to the main hold, one of the few actual built structures still left on Pern.
Solith lands with a hop-hop-hop, less sticking the landing and more enjoying the skid of her paws through the high grass that's allowed to grow here in Interval. Telavi rides it out, probably helps that she's a girl, and tries not to look anything like embarrassed. The helmet helps with that, the goggles too, though she lifts up the latter to see how the place looks untinted. "Yes," she adds to Solith. "There really is a bend in the river. Creative, right?" The not-completely-little green shakes her wings back with a brief, light warble that questions Tsanth, « Are there other River Bends at other bends in the river? We want to know. » She wants to know, anyway, and maybe a couple of the larger weyrlings too. Z'ian watches the way that the young green lands, unclipping his helmet and removing his goggles as he does. There's a faint hint of amusement to the turn of his mouth and he glances behind him to his own lifemate. « In some places. But they are not all of the same name. » The older bronze answers, also seemingly entertained by Solith. "She's a handful." He remarks with wry humor before moving off. With there not being a tremendous amount to do here to keep a person entertained, he wanders close to the edge of the river and kneels down, putting his fingers into it to test the temperature. « What, are they River Bends? » Because that would be completely different. "She is that," Tela remarks with a sideways glance at the wingleader. Boreal's wingleader. Jo's wingleader. For the moment she stays astride, sitting there cooly, tilting her head up towards the sky. Rain sooner? Rain later? It's one of the other weyrlings who bounds off her dragon and hurries over to make up to Z'ian, all excited about how they have gotten to fly with Boreal and it's been so much fun and it's the bestest wing ever. Solith, though: « And why is he doing that, Tsanth? Does he want a fish to bite it? » « They have names that are not River Bend at all. » Tsanth responds, the dragon of infinite patience with weyrlings that ask a lot of questions. Meanwhile, Z'ian blinks as he straightens up and encounters the bouncing younger rider. He smiles politely, lifting his shoulders and nodding at the appropriate points. Glad you had a good time. It's a pretty nice wing, yes. « He wants to see how cold the water is. He's merely curious. » If the bronzerider is aware of Telavi's sideways glances, he doesn't make visible notce of them. He's fielding questions from this other person who eventually manages to disengage from. Rain... Tela holds out a palm, but no rain yet. « Hm, » says Solith, and lets that suffice for both questions, though there's a quick uptick in the breeze that speaks of interest. The third weyrling? He's all but asleep over his dragon's neck, head sagging, and his dragon's not much better. . Is it about to rain? Z'ian turns his attention skyward, losing the focus in his eyes as he touches base with Tsanth. Who touches base likely with some member of Boreal flying away. Tela and Solith are quiet, so they don't necessarily garner a lot of his attention. However the third weyrling nearly being asleep is something of an issue. As he makes his way back to the bronze, he casually kicks the weyrling dragon in the leg. That should wake him up. It does. There's a bleat of a bugle, followed by an object lesson in yes, straps are meant to hold people on for a reason. By the time the boy finishes righting himself, he's red-faced from more than just sun and... well, both the other two weyrlings are trying to hide snickers, poor examples that they are. Tela knees Solith into motion, carefully, so the weyrling can look down at the wingleader's head. "Anything we should be looking for, sir? Or is it simply a rest?" The surprised reaction from the dragon has Z'ian laughing quietly to himself as he returns to his own. He pulls absently on Tsanth's straps, tweaking one of the buckles. "It's simply a rest." He replies, glancing up and over his shoulder at Telavi. His helmet and such are nearby and he grabs them up now. "Unless of course, there's something that you would like to look for?" "Wouldn't mind some buried treasure if there happened to be some in the offing," Tela says with a quick smile. "Though I rather expect the locals wouldn't care for random digging and, you know, I'd as soon not just dig to dig." She sits back, then, unhurried. Solith shifts her wings back too, all energetic again, because a rest of a full five minutes is bound to completely revive her... for at least another five minutes. "I don't keep my treasure buried in the ground. It makes it difficult to access later on." Z'ian comments, fitting his helmet back on and climbing back up Tsanth's side with his help. The bronze beneath him shifts, casting a glance skywards. "They probably wouldn't." He agrees on the concept of random digging around River Bend. "Is that all you'd search for though, buried treasure?" He wonders curiously. The talkative weyrling is still on the ground and the narcoleptic appears to be keeping it together enough to be conscious. "What, you wouldn't plant a tree over it like in the stories?" To someone like E'sren, Tela's voice would be deadpan, to Sabella, undoubtedly more giggly and involving speculation about what kind of tree, to the wingleader, she puts in just enough humor to be more easily recognized for the joke it is. "Mmm. They probably wouldn't care for us searching out crops or candidates, just now. Is there something in particular you're thinking of, sir?" "I'm not a gardener." Z'ian shoots back lightly, seeming to appreciate the humor to some degree. "Probably not. Though I don't know that this particular Hold is that worried with us. They're somewhat further removed from things than some of the major ones." His eyes trail away from Telavi again, drifting over to buildings in the background. "Not particularly. I just like to ask, see what people will say sometimes." The others are beginning to look restless so he gives a little wave of his hand to them, as well as some silent instruction from Tsanth. The pair glance towards the green weyrling and her dragon before starting off and taking to the skies again. "And so it's here that we land," Telavi says, more in would-be casual surmise than in question, with a quick nod for his latter comment and a quicker glance back to the others. She echoes Z'ian's wave with her own, but once they're aloft, looks back down at him in a way that isn't quite expectant if only through force of will. "Indeed." Her look may be expectant but he certainly doesn't seem to be about to do anything exciting. At least well, not anything dramatically exciting. In fact several minutes by in complete silence. Eventually though he'll speak again. "So, what other wings have you been flying with?" He'll twist around to get a better look at her, eyeballing her green on its hindlegs. "...And ah, how have you liked it with this one so far?" Patience is not a skill Telavi often cares to employ, but here's yet another time where she must. Solith has been busying herself with sniffing around, and now drops down to all four paws since she's done with the nearest tree. Only a moment's quick breath keeps the green's rider from being too quick on the uptake, easy with her words instead of slamming into them. "Avalanche and Frostbite most recently, sir, nothing like changing things up. It's been interesting," and she puts it lightly, as genuine interest rather than the interesting-in-a-bad-way that could otherwise infuse her voice, "shadowing a wing that has more to do with the heavy hitters." Which, surely, are only large dragons and not hitting. Tsanth is hardly interesting at all, in fact, he seems glad that they're not moving around. But then he's always been somewhat lazy and indulgent. "I flew with Avalanche for a turn, after Taiga. Sisha runs a tight sheep, she doesn't care that it's an interval or not." There's respect there, as anyone would have for the wing's tough leader. "Boreal's been full of big dragons for a long time. We're probably going to incorporate some more blues and greens, as time marches along." Solith settles down at least a little as the humans continue to talk, and her crouch means that Telavi has to crane to look up that much more. At least the green isn't aiming after Tsanth's tail or anything, though those whirling eyes are all too likely to have noticed. Tela inclines her head for Sisha and the respect she's earned, mentioning, "I understand she'd served as wingsecond for quite some time," but then she's looking up again, never mind her neck now. Not that she doesn't rub it with one hand, but more importantly, "Where are you seeing the wing headed, over the next few Turns, that you'd want that? Sir." « I am watching you. » Tsanth warns quietly, with the soft sound of sifting sand. In fact, he even turns his head to consider Solith as she watches his tail. "Yes. She's an example of how a rider can and should rise up through the ranks." There's something self-aware in his expression next. "Not that there aren't other ways, exceptions." Like ousting another Wingleader. "I'd like to focus more on the riders that we'd be recruiting, as opposed to the dragons they're bonded to. What are their connections outside of life at High Reaches, where do they see themselves, where do they see our home? What are their skills? We're not Pass riders, so." Single-lidded eyes peek up at Tsanth, but slowly, caught in the act but utterly untroubled by it. « That is fine, » Solith allows. « You may if you like. » She whips her tail-tip back and forth, just because. Her rider's more sedate, though that's a relative thing, and focused. "Of course," Tela murmurs for the example, for the exceptions, permitted to be a touch dry given that self-awareness of his. "I'd like to hear more about that. Do you expect much turnover, or more people joining up as others depart... through infirmities?" « Mmhmm. » Comes Tsanth's lazy reply, casually watchful of the younger dragon. Perhaps not quite trusting. Z'ian leans forward, leaning a forearm onto an available neckridge. "It's going to be a slow process, but I plan on being around for it." He admits, his mouth twisting up into a briefly amused smirk. "As I see it, our Weyr is still top-heavy with older riders from the actual pass. A lot of them are still flight-worthy. But eventually, they won't be. Also, people change wings because they want to or because they get pushed out. I'll do what I need to do to create the appropriate environment for this wing." Tela sits back as he leans forward, not avoidant but to make the angle easier. At least Solith is more or less still for once. "And connectedness is part of that environment, along with looking outside but... keeping their hearth here?" One of her dimples shows up, briefly. "I'd ask if there were going to be 'trust falls,' but that might not seem like I'm taking all this seriously... and I am." "Loyalty to the 'Reaches is foremost and not that misguided sort that would get us into trouble." Like the kind of trouble Boreal's former Wingleader and 'Second found themselves within. "But connectedness with the outside is important as well. We're nothing without the Holds, we're nothing without the Crafthalls that call this area home. It only benefits us to cultivate those relationships. Why shouldn't our wing be amongst the forerunners in doing that?" The bronze beneath him shifts and he lifts his forearm up. Z'ian laughs at her question, shaking his head. "I'm sure that you are. Don't think you'd have gotten this far in weyrlinghood without being at least a little serious." That connection's reflected in Telavi's expression, and she gives it a quick nod. At the end she adds, "That's good to hear," with raised thumb and forefinger that alternate between measuring a little versus tiny versus as wide as her hand can reach and back again. "Positive connections, I imagine?" she says. "Not just families here and there, acquaintances, friends, but those who get along." Z'ian can only smirk for the alternate measurements she produces for him. "As opposed to the negative ones? I don't necessarily want to meet your greatest nemesis outside of the weyr." A pause and a quick smile. "Do you have one?" Before moving along. "It could be anything. Sometimes a person's family can be greatly beneficial to the weyr. Other people have business connections or trade, lives before they came to the weyr." "It would be more dramatic if I did," Telavi says with a sigh. "Alas." Those staged dream-focused eyes are short-lived, though, she's back to quick and focused, even if her speech is measured. "A life before coming here, I certainly had that,though humble enough with my needle. You'd know of E'sren's connection to his trader family, of course," by contrast. "I imagine that it's probably very inconvienent to have an actual nemesis." Z'ian comments, eyes glancing upwards to the sky. Checking for that threating rain. "Sometimes people have connections to their life before that they don't even really think about. And it's not all about that. Some people have talents, a tenacity that makes them valuable." He shrugs his shoulders. "There's a lot of variables." Of E'sren and his family, he gives a nod. "I do. I make a habit to know." She doesn't ask what he's doing, nor what he's found, but rather does likewise but with the extended back of her hand. "It seems to be," Telavi says briefly, and then she's listening to what the wingleader says, connections that they don't think about, talents, tenacity. And that habit of knowing. "You've given me some things to think about. Thank you." There's her quick smile, reappearing. "Ready to get rained on, sir?" "Getting rained on. One of the more glorious aspects of riderhood." Z'ian comments dryly as one of the first drops lands on his hand. "I hope they're at least interesting things and not, 'I hope I never have to see him again'." He flashes her smile and in answer to her question, Tsanth backs up. He's careful of Solith, but he's up in the sky quickly enough.
CommentsComments on "Logs:River Bends, Plural."Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Sat, 25 May 2013 23:34:03 GMT.
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Comments on "Logs:River Bends, Plural."Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Sat, 25 May 2013 23:34:03 GMT.
I like it when Z'ian talks to the weyrlings. x3 They have questions and he's really good about answering them, and like Telavi said, giving them things to think about.
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