Logs:This Time of the Turn
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| RL Date: 8 September, 2011 |
| Who: E'dre, Evali |
| Type: Log |
| What: It's raining. There's mud. There are also dragons who like to be dirty. |
| Where: Western Bowl |
| When: Day 19, Month 9, Turn 26 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Leova/Mentions, Rhaelyn/Mentions |
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| Evali has just eaten, and was very interested in going straight back to someplace quiet and dry after dinner, but Yanijath, having /also/ just eaten, had other plans. Those other plans involved running around the bowl and doing her wing stretches, while running. Then settling down to relax for a minute. Then getting up and sprinting about again, looking at things, narrowly missing crashing into things -- it is a bit of a laugh to see a seven foot long, four and a half foot tall dragon /running/, and a number of passers-by point and laugh. This is only fuel in Yanijath's fire, because there are people and she's making them happy! She also made a man spill his klah down his front just by going by him, but that's not really her fault, right? Sighing, Evali perches on a bit of rock and watches Yanijath carouse around the bowl, saying only, "It is wet out, Yani." It's into the pouring rain that Wroth appears from Between, much to E'dre's disgust and the brown's delight. It's a long and lengthy landing, in which time E'dre gets soaked through his leathers. Wroth lands near to the running green and warbles a greeting, head turning to blink casually at E'dre as the brownrider dismounts. "Shards and shells /Wroth/! I did not need my leathers soaking wet!" E'dre's full of more cursing, fist-waggling, at Wroth before he storms towards a drier spot. He notes Evali and pauses, hmphing. "Did yours go and make you 'play' in the rain too? Wroth's too shardin' old for these antics, but still he does them!" Looking up, Evali is unable to hide the tiniest hint of a smile at the brownrider's complaints to his lifemate. "Yes," she says, "but mine is only two and a half months old, so I think I may forgive her a little bit." Yanijath stops moving at a skid, distracted by Wroth, and lets out a croon. She flaps her wings in his general direction, playfully; and then stumbles over into a mud puddle. Evali shakes her head and yells, "I just bathed you, Yanijath! I *just* bathed you!" « Well you will have to bathe me again! Hello large brown! » "That's how it goes this time of turn. You'll bathe them and within a few hours, they'll be filthy again. If it isn't the mud, it's something else," E'dre states, taking off his helmet and goggles. He tucks both underneath his arm and uses his other hand to brush through his damp hair. "Only good thing about the snow here is there's not much they can get dirty with then." Wroth rumbles as the little green stumbles and reaches his muzzle around to gently bump at her. « I am Wroth. You should get dirty again, we can both get dirty. That will make mine very /mad/. » Which seems to please the brown, from the laughter that follows. « I like to be bathed. And Amareth knows all about oil, and she reminds me and mine and hers of how to oil us just often enough! » Yanijath chatters happily, uprighting herself and nosing back at Wroth. « She does not know how to play, my Evvy! It is important that I teach her but she's just not /doing/ it! She keeps trying to do these remedial things with books. They're boring. » Mentally, Yanijath is pouting. Evali is not really paying attention to the dragons' conversation, which is likely a good thing: "I suppose I will get used to it. Oh. Snow. I have no idea what she will do with that." As Evali speaks, Yanijath gets over her pouting and swishes her tail excitedly to ask Wroth, « Where did you go? You were somewhere before you were here! » Wroth lifts his tail and splashes it down roughly into a puddle, sending sprays of mud every-which-way to cover his feet and some may splatter onto Yanijath. « You like to talk! » is the first answer, thoughts-rumbling with thunder. « We were at Fort visiting a friend. Amareth likes oil? I will have to tell mine that. He can buy her some special scented kind. You too, if you want it. » Devious plotter, this brown. E'dre watches Wroth's tail with a sigh. "If he continues to get her muddy, I suppose I'll have to help you bathe her down. He's in a real rotten mood today." Surprised, Evali's eyes widen as she moves to stand up to watch the dragons better. "I -- oh. That is -- very kind of you, sir." While she may have just belatedly realized that perhaps she was supposed to salute him, Evali doesn't move to correct her actions. "You are the one who got Rhaelyn the dress," she recalls, eventually. Yanijath, delighted, rolls in the mud. Rolls right in it. Evali pinches the bridge of her nose. « Amareth likes oil and she knows all about it! Do you like Amareth? I don't know where Fort is. Is it really far away? I've never been there. I've never been anyplace but here, though! And of course I like to talk. I have to talk. Evvy doesn't talk at all unless people talk directly to her and I have to make her talk more, but she's getting better at it. » « You would give a headache to a rider without yelling » Wroth says, admiringly. Headaches must be a good thing to give! He's all for more mud rolling and so he splashes into a puddle himself. Dig, dig, dig. It's not hard to make a wider puddle in this rain! « Yes I like Amareth. If she likes oil I will make sure to get her some. You shouldn't worry so much about your rider, she will get better just having you chattering at her all the time. » E'dre shrugs and flings some water off of his face and then looks to her with a smile. "Yes, I am the one who made a dress for Rhaelyn. I have one more I'm finishing up for her - but don't let her know, it's a surprise." He brings his finger to his lips and winks. "Are you settling in to the weyrling program okay? No sirs for me, please. Just E'dre is fine." Oh. Oh. Splashing! Yanijath is practically vibrating with joy, rainbowy bubbles and fluffy dandelion bits floating across her mindvoice as she chatters on. « I have never needed to yell! Everyone always listens. Except not always Ysavaeth, but I always listen to her and so she likes that! » Evali mimics the finger-to-lips gesture with her small smile never departing from her features. "Not a word, s--E'dre. And I -- think so. I am trying. It is what my grandfather wanted for me, and Yanijath is very happy." It would be hard for Yanijath not to be. « Look, now you can /roll/ in the mud » Wroth proclaims as he steps back from the small pit he's created in the mud of the bowl. E'dre watches all of this in despair. "I will have to go and fill that before I'm able to get a bath now. He's such a shardin' pain in the /ass/." He shakes his head and looks to her with a crooked smile. "Doesn't matter what anyone wanted for you. It's yours now. Make what you want of it. Me? Ask Leova about me. I didn't do anything really in the program. I was lazy." He laughs, "I suppose I still am." Wroth's mind-voice is full of laughter as he watches her play, his mind-storm clouds rolling in loud thunder. « I can see how no one could /not/ listen to you. » "I am -- learning." Evali is slow to speak up again once these words are out, a momentary awkward silence hovering in the air, but when she does, she at least elucidates. "I know nothing of the world, really. And I am learning things, and taking tests, and that taxes Yanijath. She does not like it. She wants to hunt and fly and play. But we must be able to know things and pass tests. So I try. For her." The greenrider's fond gaze wanders to her Yanijath, whose delight has not faltered for a second. No, it keeps building and building and building and pop! With an excited succession of popping bubbles, she lets out a loudly-broadcast « Whee! » and goes rolling into the hole. « This is like a bath! I can just take a bath right here! There's water! » And it goes on like that: soft, stilted discussion from Evali as prompted by E'dre, and mud. Lots, and lots of mud. Eventually, the dragons actually get bathed -- properly -- and the pairs go their separate ways, but until then? Mud. |
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