Logs:Damage Control
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| RL Date: 17 July, 2012 |
| Who: Brieli, E'ten |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Iesaryth reaches out to Adiulth to see if Hraedhyth's invitation to visit the Reaches requires damage control. (Maybe.) |
| Where: Minds of Dragons |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
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| It starts as a sound from afar: the rhythm of ocean's waves breaking on the beach, constant and soothing - perhaps almost beneath notice until the tide has started to roll in, accompanied by tangy, salty sea air. Though the swells may look best when sun sparkles off the water, it's not sunny today; hazy and overcast, moody. Even so, the sense with which Iesaryth reaches out across the distance to Adiulth - only known through the minds of others - is open and curious, warm and friendly - and oddly amused. « You spoke to Hraedhyth. » She is apologetic for her sister-gold, if she must be. (Iesaryth to Adiulth) The beginning spring morning carries a hint of crispness that promises a good day, the same emotion that is carried by Adiulth's mental voice as there are footsteps - always footsteps lingering in the background. Somewhere. « I did. You must be of High Reaches as well. » With this new dragonet, he does not know what to expect aside from the apology that weaves through her voice. « She says that we can visit. One among others that have extended such an invitation. » (Adiulth to Iesaryth) Always curious, thoughts flashing bright like fish beneath the water, Iesaryth would like to follow the footsteps, but has a sense that it might be considered prying. Holding onto that promise of spring instead, surely further along than her home, she images the rainy Fortian bowl, only seen second-hand. So far. « I hatched elsewhere. But I am now of High Reaches. » For 'elsewhere', she'll show him newly-plucked memories of bright flowers and brighter birds, verdant jungle, oppressive humidity. Amusement again in her tenor, « But did she make you feel welcome, Adiulth? I am sorry if she did not. She does not trust your brother. » Perhaps there's guilt by association. (Iesaryth to Adiulth) It's easy to replace the rainy visage of rain and gray around Fort Weyr to replace it with how it looks now. Bright and sunny, the morning light glinting off the bowl and lake as Rukbat continues to rise higher in the sky. Amused, he answers truthfully to the question about the other gold. « I think that it would make our visit interesting. I got the impression that she did not care for Vhaeryth. What has my brother done to gain such distrust? Mine says that we need no tensions among the Weyrs. » (Adiulth to Iesaryth) Pretty! Iesaryth will take that image, pleased, and store it with her others, until she can go herself - though there is the sense that she knows she could go there right now if she really wanted, that those images just might be enough. But, those are ideas that aren't going anywhere; bring on more clouds to turn her ocean steel-grey. Still, « I will make sure you are welcome, should you choose to visit. She will listen to me. » Doesn't she sound like the voice of reason? As for his brother; « Vhaeryth has likely done nothing but come to High Reaches and irritate her. » There's some little affection for the other bronze there, then, « Brieli says to tell yours: "Too late." » (Iesaryth to Adiulth) That. Catching the amusement from something shared between Adiulth and E'ten, the rider influenced response is more than slightly understanding as the dragon replies. « Mine says it depends on what kind of tension, of course. » So far, this little gold has done well. Even if they are slightly closer in age. « It seems that we were being grouped into being like our brother. Surely, she does not think all Fortians are the same. » (Adiulth to Iesaryth) There's possibly a sunbeam that sneaks through the cloud cover; a sparkle on the waves. Wryly, « Do not talk to me of tension. But I think she meant the bad kind. » Iesaryth means her rider, not clarifying much more about that, however. Considering Hraedhyth, she shows him her flames; firepits along ocean's shore, always BURSTING into massive walls of fire for no apparent reason. « She is territorial and protective. » Perhaps of Iesaryth in particular. « You are not enemies, but other. She is a warrior. » It is what it is. This gold could be her adopted sister's polar opposite, flowing like the water of her mindspace. Whatever. (Iesaryth to Adiulth) (And work interrupted. Will add to this if there's any more.) |
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