Logs:A Story
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| RL Date: 28 May, 2008 |
| Who: Lujayn, X'lar |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 16, Month 6, Turn 16 (Interval 10) |
| Rielsath senses that Malsaeth's thoughts are jumbled, like clouds trying not to be clouds, until finally an image of a lake surges forth. A big, dark black lake, in the middle of a caldera. This ain't some pretty lake to have a picnic beside, but rather some daunting horror of a black lagoon. Rielsath> Malsaeth senses that Rielsath settles the jumbled clouds with a sweep of crystalline wind, invisible but for a touch of sunlight prisming through. Perhaps it's summoned from wherever she is; her tone suggests the thrill of flight, her own daredevil style. « What's that funny lake? » Again, the golden-laced breeze, « Doesn't look like anything I've seen. » Rielsath senses that Malsaeth seems settled now, helped perhaps by Rielsath's sunlight. Whatever the case, the bronze returns back to that big dark lake and Malsaeth replies « Oh, you have never heard of Saladrith's Lake before? I shall tell you the story, Rielsath. » And with the hook firmly in place, the bronze then asks « Or not, unless you want me stop before I have started? » Maybe the wait draws on and on for Malsaeth or maybe it doesn't, but Rielsath takes her time replying. There's a thrilling twist, her physical sensations conveyed through colors - orange and blue spiral together, a giddy barrel roll. When all has straightened out to level flight, « We'd like a good story. » Somewhere in that blaze of color is Lujayn, either along for the ride or helping to fuel it, but there's no telling which. « Didn't you just start? Silly. » (Rielsath to Malsaeth) Rielsath senses that Malsaeth seems bouyed further by the flight of the gold through their kindred minds. « Who's to say that all the other stories I've told haven't been good? » comes the bronze's sly reply. And then, he returns back to that lake. « They say that the lake was dark like night because of the sand underneath it. Some other riders thought it might be coloured as such because... it was haunted by the ghosts of dragons, like some liquid pool of between. » He lets the first part of the story soak in before continuing further. Rielsath> Malsaeth senses that Rielsath has an image, a deep-bottomed lake with sunlight rippling through until black depths swallow it whole. Purple rocks and silvery fish abound. « Black sands, that's right. Ista's so weird that way. » Flying high, so near to the sun, she borrows some of its radiance. Confidence defines her every word. « But we always know where we're going. How would we get lost in a lake? » A sudden absence, the sunlight vanishing as Rielsath herself blinks /between/. ..four, five, and out the other side in a sunburst of warmth to illustrate her point. Rielsath senses that Malsaeth seems amused before zooming out, providing better coverage. No, not Ista. This seems... different, in some way, no where near Ista. A lake created by Malsaeth's own curiousity and cleverness. « There was one dragon, Saladith, who thought to see just what was underneath this lake. » And with that, Saladith, a loam brown dragon appears, just above the lake. And soars forward, right through that lake, past the fish... and darkness follows.... Soon, the crafty brown quickly finds himself somehow bursting out of the lake, but not the same one he had dove into to begin with... « The lake was bottomless, they said, but Saladith discovered that it was only a hole that led to another lake, this one... » An image of this second lake, just as bottomless-seeming, but instead of it being dark like the other, this one was a bright glacier green hue. Rielsath> Malsaeth senses that Rielsath parallels Saladrith's dive with a steep descent of her own, the faintest of sounds bridging across as a needle-thin whistling. Wind envelops her, but it does not control her. Rielsath shapes it with her wings, over currents and into the warm thermals; there is no 'other side' for the sky. « Did he come out.. » Something from Lujayn's mind, captivating with its simple logic. « On the other side of the world? » Rielsath senses that Malsaeth sends Saladrith back through that lake again. « To the other side of the world, Rielsath. » It is voiced with agreement with Rielsath. Rielsath> Malsaeth senses that Rielsath goes back through that darkness with Saladrith, though who knows where the other side of the world might be for the gold and her rider. Always the warmth upon returning, chasing off lingering chills from icy /between/. « How did the ghosts get in it? » Calmer flying yields more questions. Rielsath senses that Malsaeth considers the question before finally telling the sunfire gold « That is another story, for another time, Rielsath. » Hooked again, he retreats slyly from the gold. Who's to say which stories should be told, and when? Rielsath's first reaction is to chase after the hook, to let no rest come to Malsaeth until she hears what he has in store - but her rider is there, tired and ready to go home, and something wouldn't be right about the story if she were not in the air to hear it. « Another time. » Lightly, as if on her own terms, she disappears from the Istan skies. Back through the lake of /between/, to what could well be the ends of the earth. (Rielsath to Malsaeth) |
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