Logs:For The Best
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| RL Date: 13 July, 2012 |
| Who: Azaylia |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Once again, Azaylia is influenced by Ysavaeth's flight. This time it's different. This time, she has Hraedhyth. |
| Where: Weyrling Barracks, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 22, Month 3, Turn 29 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Iolene/Mentions, Lujayn/Mentions |
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| Hraedhyth would never understand Azaylia's compulsive need to scrub herself. It was a joy when they could soak together, be together in cleanliness and comfort, but the growing queen didn't need one every day. So why did the young woman? Laying across the couch, she watched her weyrling gather fresh clothes and a little container of scented soap sand, which earned a disapproving exhale from the dragon. "What?" Azaylia asked through soft laughter, full hands resting on her hips as she turned towards those watchful, whirling eyes. « Flowers. » Hraedhyth rumbled. Despite never actually seeing a flower in her wintery existence, she plucked the name from their shared bond. « All girls smell like this. Weak. Frail. » And that would not do, drums growing louder as if to make a point. "I like the way flowers smell." A thoughtful pause, "Boys like it." In this she didn't sound terribly sure, especially when her dragon gave one of those unlady like snorts. As if she knew better. "Well it's all I can afford for now. Maybe... I'll look for something different when I run out." The gold lifted her ashen head high, pleased by Azaylia's words and how easy it was to have her reconsider things that were for the best. « Good. Now go. » Hraedhyth gave a mental nudge, impatience already beginning despite the fact that the weyrling was still standing there. « Hurry back. » An easy demand, one of several that she had made that day, that she would make every day. Far, far away. Very far far away, there's a flash of lusty golden light, its muted radiance washing over the Weyr and all Reaches dragons. (Ysavaeth to all High Reaches dragons) Azaylia halted in her steps, a shudder of something all too familiar running through her. With a concerned glance towards her dragon, she considered postponing her bath. "Hrae?" The young gold was intrigued, which was never a good sign. « What? » She answered her own question fairly quickly, and still wasn't satisfied. « Mother. » Curiosity welled up within her, along with that lusty radiance which had Hraedhyth's limbs melting into the ground, only to tense a moment later. « What is this? » It was both soothing and infuriating. The bath could wait. Rushing to her dragon's side, Azaylia tried to smooth the growing unease between them with her palm on that tawny hide. Slow, easy strokes were meant to calm them both, managing to keep her arm steady while battling the weakness in her knees. Her own confusion only added to her dragon's, kindling for the gold's growing flame. But that doesn't make any sense... She struggled to think through Hraedhyth's stifling heat, the pounding drums, as well as the remnants of Ysavaeth's influence pooling beneath her belly. So soon? The older gold's lust wasn't as potent as last time, and for that Azaylia was thankful. It was still impossible to tell how much time had passed, as well as when she had stopped standing next to Hraedhyth and had begun to lean against her. Her own jumbled thoughts were distracting enough, but the majority of her concentration was used in an effort to keep the temperamental queen calm. If not calm, than at least keep her from taking her confusion out on those nearby. And then... stretches of time later. It's done and there's the replete satisfaction that radiates from a pair of dragons, leaving in the minds of all Reachian dragons one fact in all its glittering brilliance: there's a new senior queen. (Ysavaeth to all High Reaches dragons) That is something Hraedhyth understands, enough to cease the silent war she had unknowingly waged on her weyrling. The drums lost their ferocity but continued on while the fury that Azaylia had barely kept at bay retreated. Now was not the time for battle, but for celebration! Though it would sound nearly identical to those close enough to hear Hraedhyth pounding in their heads, savage stomping and whooping for her Dam's triumph. The tribe was whole once more, a Senior Queen had risen! Azaylia would continue to lean against that tawny hide with her eyes closed and head tilted back in wary relief. Sweat had begun to form on her wrinkled brow for her efforts, face not yet relaxing despite the gold's obvious change in mood. The gold managed to exhaust her in ways she had never thought possible, worse than the hardest day in the stables. It wasn't hard to blame her unease on her fatigue. Never mind that Ysavaeth had just risen. Like Elaruth? Or that Rielsath had been such a sure thing. How could so many dragonriders be wrong? They should know best. At least K'del was still Weyrleader. But why was that the only comfort found in the situation when Io was also her friend? Everything would be fine. All was well. Right? She wasn't conscious of her own thoughts, not with Hraedhyth's celebration thump-thump-thumping in her head. By the time the young gold had decided to calm down, enough strength had returned to Azaylia's limbs to wobble towards her cot. While the weariness in her body had begun to fade, her uncertainty remained, settling solidly where Ysavaeth's radiance had once been. « All is well. All is right. » "I know." Azaylia would answer, bath forgotten as she sprawled atop her cot. There was still so much she didn't understand, so much that surprised her during lessons. What did she know that K'del and Iolene didn't? Nothing. There was no reason for the subtle squirming in her gut. So, she'd do her best to ignore it and share in Hraedhyth's happiness. "It's what's best for the Weyr." |
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Brieli (Brieli) left a comment on Sat, 14 Jul 2012 22:11:31 GMT.
Azaylia needs to trust her gut!
Elgin (Elgin) left a comment on Sun, 15 Jul 2012 17:21:45 GMT.
I agree with Brieli!
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