Logs:Look What They Found!
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| RL Date: 24 November, 2009 |
| Who: Cadejoth, Xadovith, Yyth |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: The workers at High Reaches' field have found something interesting. Cadejoth reports |
| When: Day 20, Month 4, Turn 21 (Interval 10) |
| It was probably just intended for his rider, this remark, but Cadejoth's enthusiasm increases his volume, and in his excitement, he extends it across his pack, until all of the High Reaches dragons can hear it. With a rattle and shake of bones and metal, clinking and jangling, he says, « Look, look! Look what they found! » It's someone else's image, passed on, someone leaning over the rich, dark earth, human hands uncovering... bones? /Human/ bones. (Cadejoth to all High Reaches dragons) To Cadejoth, Yyth rises from sleepy complacency, zeroing in on bones with the general enthusiasm of the truly macabre. « Who found bones, where are bones? I want bones! » Awakened from a perfectly pleasant nap by all that chain rattling, Xadovith barely even gives the image enough time to be properly processed before his shadows and light spills forth. « Congratulations, » he states drily, a wave of garlic washes out with his mental yawn. « Now you have something to clean your teeth with. » A la humans with their toothpicks. (Xadovith to Cadejoth) By the time Cadejoth responds - which doesn't take long, but evidently, long enough - there's a tempered carefulness to his touch, even outright nervousness. « The workers did. » The image he sends next is of the farmland. « Why are there bones in our field? » Wasn't the idea to grow /food/ not /leftovers from food/? (Cadejoth to Yyth) To Cadejoth, Yyth offers the only explaination her self-centered mind can conjure up. « Obviously somebody was entranced by my loveliness and decided to leave me an offering. The workers found it. » That's it, really. Naps? Cadejoth cares not for such things: they found /bones/. Granted, by the time he responds to the younger bronze, there's a note of caution, or even outright concern, to his touch. « They're not for /teeth cleaning/, » he says, not sharply, but with the tone of an elder, correcting a younger. « They're not even leftovers. They shouldn't /be there/. Says K'del. » (Cadejoth to Xadovith) To Yyth, Cadejoth's touch is affectionate for the green, and probably not /intended/ to be dismissive. « That would be better. But... K'del thinks it isn't right. Digging up /people/ bones. » To Cadejoth, Yyth sighs, knowing he's probably right. Oh well, it almost worked. « P'ax says some Holders might have buried them there? » Amidst a wave of more private communications, Cadejoth extends another thread outwards; this one might actually be /intended/ for everyone. « All work has been halted at Crom. » The rattle has disappeared, though there's still a howling echo in there, uncertain. « They have found a family. » Of bodies, presumably. (Cadejoth to all High Reaches dragons) To Yyth, Cadejoth would bury such an offering, for Yyth. And gladly, too! But; « That might be true. But why, in our field? Another complication... we didn't need it. » That's K'del talking, clear as anything. To Cadejoth, Xadovith remains singularly unimpressed, though now that's /awake/ he might as well give some little bit of his attention to the news. The correction passes by with barely a flicker of light to acknowledge it, dismissed as unimportant because well, it is. Not his fault if Cadejoth can't detect sarcasm when it smacks him across the nose. « So it's a curiousity. Was it really worth rattling the-- » Okay, now /that/ might actually be worth paying real attention to. « A /family/. » Amidst the swirling darkness, the greenish glow of corpselight shimmers as if beneath a fog. To Cadejoth, Yyth switches just subtly as something else pulls on her attention, and then she returns. « It wasn't always our field. Mine says it takes a long time for bodies to decay. » To Xadovith, Cadejoth's silence extends up until the other bronze repeats, with such emphasis, his own description of it. « A family, » he agrees, with an echo of mournful howl-- just a breath of it, too quiet to be much else. « It may be old. But... it may not be. » A /family/. So sad! To Yyth, Cadejoth accepts this with quiet solemnity, rather more dignified than his usual demeanour. « It could be so, » he agrees. « That's why we must talk to Lord Crom and see if we can find out. It wouldn't do to dig up and throw away someone's /family/. » To Cadejoth, Yyth is indignant at the thought of throwing the bones away. « You can't throw them away. I will put them on my ledge! » Will P'ax like this? Probably not. Firmly; « Not if they're people. They ought to be reburied. I meant more... we need to work out if we should unbury them at all. Move them. What needs to happen. » He sounds frustrated. « It means we have to stop farming until it gets worked out, and that may delay us too much. » (Cadejoth to Yyth) Interest finally engaged, though after all that repetition it seems that the /what/ loses something. The suggestion of corpselight intensifies for a moment as Xadovith mulls things that 'may or may not' over. Finally, « Is there any way to tell, one way or the other? » (Xadovith to Cadejoth) Only the faintest of jangling marks Cadejoth's touch, now, solemnity drawing a shroud over his usual enthusiasm. With a metallic tang, he reports, « I don't know. We'll have to find out. Lord Crom-- perhaps the Smiths will know. Or records, to suggest when our land was last used. » But there's discomfort to his touch, a lack of trust that must, surely, be seeping in to him through his rider. « I don't like it. » (Cadejoth to Xadovith) The ever-present tang of garlic is overwhelmed for a moment by something sharp and acrid, an acidic smoke that would make a human's eyes water and possibly sear away the tiny hairs within nostrils. Very brief, and then there's nothing but a blanket of darkness from Xadovith. « I wish you every success in that endeavor. » There's a complete lack of inflection, a monotone that reveals nothing, perfectly bland. And then the suggestion of his mental presence simply vanishes, without drama. (Xadovith to Cadejoth) Summing up Cadejoth's response to that would probably be best done with a simple '!?'-- but as the other bronze vanishes, he withdraws himself as simply, except for, eventually, a quiet, « Thank you. » (Cadejoth to Xadovith) |
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