Logs:Bright Colors
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| RL Date: 18 January, 2013 |
| Who: Azaylia, Kinory |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Azaylia brings a weyrwarming gift for Kinory, and offers some advice. |
| Where: Ineuth's Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 11, Turn 30 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions |
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| Ineuth's Ledge, High Reaches Weyr Twin gargoyles, sculpted of stone to look like glowering watchwhers, loom invitingly over this ledge large enough for perhaps two browns. In an attempt to make these sentinels less dour and more welcoming, fluttery ribbons have been tied around their heads so as to string wooden chimes about their necks. These two figures, facing the sun, stand guard over landings and takeoffs from their vantage point; and at dawn and dusk their rough backs and raised claws cast long, eerie shapes across the ledge. It's a rhythmic thumping that all seven 'little' pups have been slowly weaned off of, still present but not as overpowering. Overprotective. Certainly familiar, Hraedhyth's drums take on a more energetic pounding, warmth washing over Ineuth's thoughts with both fire and coarse fur. « Are you in your den? » Little one goes unspoken, mindfully so. (Hraedhyth to Ineuth) To Hraedhyth, Ineuth matches the older dragon's warmth with that of the sun, all lulled ease as though she's just caught him on the periphery of a nap. « We are here, » he answers, the words sliding about like smooth sand pulled into the tide. The tiniest hint of a gentle breeze winds its way between them, for good measure; they would be welcome, if visitation is their objective. If he is large enough for his own weyr, than she shouldn't baby him any longer. Unfortunately, that means that she won't quiet her enthusiasm, even for the sake of his nap. She gives a hearty roar at his answer, « GOOD. » It won't be long before she's swooping towards his ledge, landing with her usual thump. She's loaded up with more than just her rider, but while Azaylia handles that she's far more intrigued in the stone guardians. Hm. (Hraedhyth to Ineuth) If Ineuth had been spinning castles in the sand, they're all whisked away by her enthusiastic roar, falling forgotten into the wind. He probably didn't need them anyway, given that he was curled up for a nap - but since she's here, he'll step out onto the ledge to welcome her properly. Hasty footsteps herald Kinory's sailing through the weyr entrance to skid to a stop just shy of the stone watchwhers, a sheepish smile in place for Azaylia and her queen. "Good afternoon, weyrwoman Azaylia. And Hraedhyth. What uh, brings you here?" There's a curious peek over at the gold's cargo, lifted eyebrows betraying what she won't voice: Are those gifts? It's quite possible they haven't had a chance to stop yet, Azaylia perched on her gold's back still decked out in riding leathers. She pushes her goggles up in order to squint at the weyr before gloved hands go about unloading whatever is secured in front of her straps. There's various other knick-knacks and what might be furniture weighing Hraedhyth down, not that she seems to notice. Ineuth is greeted with a low rumble, neck extending in order to deliver a not-so gentle, but well meaning, headbutt. It's a delicate process, dismounting from such a large creature while also carrying a weighty roll on one's shoulder. The weyrwoman manages with a surprisingly soft grunt given how heavy her own landing is, jumping down those last few feet onto the ledge. "Uhm? Kin... Kinory. Hello." Azaylia greets with a small, friendly smile. "I've decided to visit the weyrlings today. ...I hope that's alright?" Kinory matches Azaylia's friendly smile with one of her own, starting forward a couple of steps in case the taller woman needs help with her load. "Oh, of course! It's just a pleasant surprise. Do you need help with any of that?" A closer look shows that she clearly wasn't expecting company for the rest of the day, clad in a smudged, wrinkled shirt and equally stained pants. "I've been working on getting stuff moved around, " she says by way of explaining her appearance. "There were two - scary looking chairs up here. I'm afraid you've just missed them, though. I hauled them down to storage earlier today. I really didn't know what to do with them." Surprised by the headbutt, Ineuth hesitates a moment before offering a smaller one right back at Hraedhyth, accompanied by a polite rumble of his own and a little nose at the nearest set of wooden chimes to make them resonate against each other. Does she like them? They were his idea. He's proud of them. Azaylia walks a bit towards the weyr, not so bold as to step inside but she'll leave the ledge space for the dragons. Bending down, she lets the cargo off her shoulder, not so terribly difficult now that she's on level stone. "No, I've got it. Thank you." The wind, though not too terrible for Reaches yet, is better blocked by draconic bodies. "A little bluerider mentioned some weyrlings might want some things to warm their weyrs." More like, Quinlys was probed for info. The rug is an ancient and tragic thing, not terribly impressive, but it's the fabric within that's meant for Kinory. Orange, yellow, pink, the curtain is reminiscent of a brilliant sunset, fabric thick enough to be considered hearty but just transparent enough for the sun to shine through. "I think it might go better with the windchimes than scary chairs." She says with a nervous laugh. "Oh, come on in, " Kinory says, waving Azaylia forward to where a piece of canvas separates the dragon's weyr from the rider's. Dark eyes widen slightly as the sunset-like fabric is brought out, and the girl kneels to get a better look at it, all wide smiles. "Did she? That was awfully nice of her. This is beautiful! And how did you know that the rug I have is yellow? Oh, this will look great, I think. Thank you!" Gathering it into her arms, she straightens, motioning with her chin toward the canvas. "I think I'll hang it right there. It'll be hard not to feel cheerful in here soon enough." Hraedhyth is intrigued by those wooden chimes, though much of her approval is directed to the stonewhers. Why doesn't she have a pair? Azaylia accepts the invitation, helmet tugged off and riding jacket unzipped once they're out of the cool air. "I didn't." Gentle voice admits while still sounding awfully pleased with herself. "The words 'bright' and 'curtain' might have came up. And you're from Monaco, so I thought maybe something sunny..." Especially since the cooler months are upon them. "It sounds like you're glad to have your own weyr..?" She looks up towards the canvas, then back down at Kinory. Kinory is nothing but pleased, giving the other rider a pink-cheeked grin as she hugs the sunny material. "Yes, it's wonderful, " for the weyr and the curtain gift. "Thank you. You're very kind. I still don't quite know what to do with the space, you know? I've never had this much all to myself. Or a little window that closes. And the privacy. And the relative quiet. It's such a nice change from the barracks, even though our class is small. It's hard to sleep when people around you uh - snore." Ineuth can't take credit for the silent sentinels; they were here before they were, after all. But hey, maybe she could find similar ones? Or, even better, he could make her some, of a sort. The seashore of his mind shifts and blurs until there are two stalwart, sand guardians placed there, complete with little rocks pressed in for eyes. Ta-da! There's a sheepish wave that recedes between them - he's sorry he can't actually duplicate them for her. "I had a hard time sleeping when I first got my weyr. It was already decorated," What with it being for a junior and all, "But it felt so empty. I'm so happy you're not having that problem." Azaylia sounds genuinely relieved. "There's plenty of things in the stores." She notes, walking a bit closer and placing a soft hand on the brownrider's shoulder. "I don't think anyone would blame you for taking your time. You have a window?" The novelty is not lost on her. Hraedhyth's drums are rarely silent but as she basks in the happiness of her rider and his, they've slowed to match the brown's surf. Low register rumbles in a pleased laugh at his sand sculptures, grateful simply for the gesture. She'll dig in front of each guardian, miniature fire pits for them to watch over, as long as the sandy structures last. "That must be nice, less hauling for you to do, " Kinory says with a smile. "I'm still on the lookout for a small table and a chair or two." She gives an enthusiastic nod at the query, leaning over to tap at a dark square that almost blends in with the rest of the wall in front of them. "It's small, but this is it. I haven't the faintest idea why someone would cut a window into a weyr when they have that enormous view outside, but I kind of like it. Or at least, I'll like it more when it's warmer, " she admits. Fascinated with the little fire pits, Ineuth even goes so far as to add the impression that the watchwhers might swap stories around it, if only they could talk. Perhaps this interest is partially influenced by his rider, since there's a lingering excitement around the concept that doesn't feel wholly his. Hraedhyth's touch is much more heavy handed, less sculptures and more like monstrous shadows projected onto mounds of sand by her flames. Fearsome warriors, sitting around and trading tales with his sandy watchwhers. Azaylia leans in to inspect the small window, "It seems like a nice place to put a table and chairs. Someplace to sip tea and look out the window." The smile she gives is apologetic as she straightens up, "I've still got a few more of your clutchmates to visit, or else I'd offer more furniture." Hair somewhat flattened, she reaches up to breath some life into it, pushing away the locks that hang in her face at her efforts. "I also wanted to say, if you ever need to talk... Or just want to visit sometime. You're welcome to." Kinory is quick to shake her head for the apology. "Oh no, don't worry about it. I'm really tickled that you brought me this curtain." As Azaylia offers to lend an ear and says that she can visit, the weyrling's lips press together into a thin line before relaxing again, expression nervously grateful. "I can? Really? Thank you. I'll - I'll keep it in mind. I promise. I'm not all that close to the other weyrlings, but - you probably already knew that." Perhaps she's still Monaco to some of them, despite being a fellow trainee. "You've both been kind to us. I don't have any curtains to offer you in return, not that you need any, I suppose, but - if there's anything we can do for you, we'll certainly try." The special treatment of this batch of seven likely hasn't gone unnoticed by the rest of the weyr. Are the weyrlings themselves aware of hovering Hraedhyth and her too-kind rider? Not that such behavior is unusual of Azaylia. "Of course you can. I love visitors." She insists, however gently. "There's a whole Weyr full of people who would be happy to know you, Kinory. Don't worry too much about your class." The smile she offers is honest in both its sympathy and encouragement. "If I think of something, I'll let you know." Said with a soft laugh. Hraedhyth shifts on the ledge, trinkets knocking together as she gives Ineuth's brow a nudge. « We have other pups to visit today. » A truth which has Azaylia taking a step towards rolling that rug back up. "...unless you think Ineuth might like this for his wallow?" It's far from glamorous, old enough not to be missed. "I'll try not to. I guess it'll be easier now that we're not all living together, anymore." Ineuth returns the nudge and straightens afterward, eyes a pleased blue. « Thank you for coming to see us. » Kinory gives Azaylia's rug a quick, considering look at the prompt, but a cheerful warble from the ledge interrupts whatever her response would have been. "I think that's a yes, if you truly don't need it anymore, " grins she. "He's very appreciative. Thank you." "It was just an old thing to keep your curtain safe during flight." Azaylia explains, trying to make a case for the seemingly interested brown. It doesn't sound like he needs her help after all. "Happy decorating, Kinory. And, you're welcome." Headgear is slid back on if only because it frees up her hands, giving a wiggle of her fingers before she's climbing back up onto her gold. « You are very welcome. » Flames burn brightly, smugly pleased as Hraedhyth turns to leap into the air, leaving the weyr to to its rightful owners. |
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