Logs:Draconic Diplomacy
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| RL Date: 12 July, 2012 |
| Who: Azaylia, Brieli, E'ten |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Hraedhyth takes a certain brown's advice a little too far. Meanwhile, Azaylia and Brieli try to get some work done, despite both of their golds being up to no good. (Depends on who you ask). |
| Where: The Minds of Dragons / Snowasis / Lakeshore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 19, Month 3, Turn 29 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: E'gin/Mentions, Iolene/Mentions, N'rov/Mentions, E'ten/Mentions |
| Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor, and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook. Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern. Hraedhyth shakes off what little chill that manages to seep into her hide, loping back into the barracks with Azaylia at her side. With the more physically demanding lessons over with, Azaylia leaves for the baths, with the unspoken intent of studying afterward. « Boring. » Though the young queen considers the advice of an older brown, and looks to keep herself occupied. As Vysravth said, the greatest warriors knew their enemies. Studied them. ...While the tawny dragonet didn't have any enemies per se, it was still an excellent excuse to see what she could gather from those Fortian dragons. If she could even manage that. It's a foreign sound in all manners of speaking, not yet strong enough to fully interrupt dragon chatter already in progress. Drums sound far off, though they gain strength with every passing moment, coming closer and possibly passing by if unanswered. It wouldn't be the first time. There's a subtle demand carried across the land, seeming polite when in reality it is only a youth's uncertainty on how to go about finding what she wants. The air carries with it iron filings that have the faint presence of Fort weyr, whether stolen or a gift they glint in the wind, hoping to entice. And if all that fails, then stick with what you know. « HELLO? » (Hraedhyth to Adiulth) There's a noticeable surge in activity come late, late afternoon, the Snowasis filled with weyrlings dying for a drink after their training. It takes Azaylia a bit longer to join them, though she doesn't even really do that, freshly scrubbed and finding a quiet booth for herself. It isn't long before the table is taken over by hidework, spread out willy nilly as there's no one there to inconvenience. Back at the barracks, Hraedhyth will give up her weyrling's whereabouts without hesitation if inquired, though she may seem otherwise distracted. And so she sits, elbow on the table in order to prop up her temple, warm drink nearby and the end of the stylus feeling the wrath of her thoughtful nibbles. Such a presence is met with the grayness of fog that lingers along the Fortian Bowl, hints of footsteps lingering in the distance of Adiulth's mental touch as he accepts the greeting with interest with a firmer response in kind. « Hello » (Adiulth to Hraedhyth) It also takes some time for Brieli to arrive, post-training - and that's primarily due to her own vanity. She has to make sure her hair dries properly, which really doesn't matter, given the ever-present red hat, but /still/ - and there's likely other fussing that's required before she's ready to be seen. But eventually, she'll come through from the bowl with her own folder of papers under one arm, though with no particular hurry to get to work, it seems. She'll stop by the larger group of weyrlings to check in for a minute or two before moving on to Azaylia's booth and sliding in, uninvited. "I don't know if I'd make this a work-place," she says, eyeing the spread on the table. To Adiulth, Hraedhyth is not surprised. No that would be silly, of course she was expecting a reply. The drums pick up once more, this time pounding with confidence that had always been there by the sound of things. « You know of Vhaeryth. » Not a question, but information gathered along with that silvery powder that she continues to toy with. Her passport into the minds of the Fortian brood, as far as she is concerned. Intensity increases, excitement far too loud though her rough voice is no longer yelling, « I am Hraedhyth. » It's possible Hraedhyth has warned her, or perhaps Azaylia has spotted Brieli's red hat from a distance. When the other weyrling joins her, her head tilts up to offer a smile from around her stylus chewing, "Why not? It's nice to get out of the barracks." She offers, though it's not until she's finished a thought on paper that she sits up like a proper lady. Kind of. "And the noise kind of... turns into this buzz and I don't even notice it." Almost as if the hustle and bustle helps her to concentrate. "How're you?" And by extension, Iesaryth. Steady are those footsteps, not too unlike someone taking a stroll somewhere unknown in response to the beating drums, seeming to remain within the foggy depths as the calm still threatens to overtake the bronze's mental tone. « I do. » Know Vhaeryth, that is. The silvery powder might sprinkle the conversation but it doesn't keep him from asking. « Why? » (Adiulth to Hraedhyth) Setting her folder down on the seat next to her, "Because this is a fun place? And it's nice to have places that are for fun and not-work?" Brieli quirks a little smile as she unwinds her scarf, shrugs off her jacket. "Just a thought. Almost every other place around here is for working. Though it's always nice to get out of the barracks. I could move tomorrow, if they'd let me." Shooting a glance across at the others, she grouches quietly, "It's not like we need to fly to get into a proper weyr, is it? Anyway." With a shake of her head, she shrugs to Azaylia. "We're fine. She's by the lake. If Hraedhyth is bored, she could go out." To Adiulth, Hraedhyth has the urge to track those footsteps, to hunt them in the fog Adiulth provides. Primal urges remain as a low growl that is heard even through her words, « He knows of my Sister. » Though she refuses to divulge anything about the dragonet in question, other than she is another gold. « So I will know of his brother. » The young warrior queen refuses to have the odds in Vhaeryth's favor, enthusiasm turning forceful, giving Adiulth a little shove. « Who is Yours? » Despite the aggressive demand, it's not overly threatening. Yet. "Oh." Azaylia obviously never considered that, though she has an excuse. Honest. "E'gin offered, or Vysravth did, to help me study. We came up here. So I guess it kind of turned into another working-place, you're right." The smile turns sheepish, shoulders bunching up to her ears though it doesn't seem that she'll try to disappear for long. "After today, it'll go back to being a fun place." She promises from behind the mug she's lifted to her lips. Brieli's impatience is met with Azaylia's lack of, "It's just the rules is all. I'm afraid we'll get out and I'll miss being so close to everyone." Physically. And there's a bit of surprise, "She's not, actually. She's getting better about keeping herself busy." Though Hraedhyth will join her sister by the lake anyway. "Oh. That was nice of him. Or was it?" Brieli is immediately suspicious, dark gaze narrowing a touch. "Because there's nice and there's nice for a reason. It's difficult to tell. And it's fine, Azaylia, you work where ever you want. I just don't want you tying yourself up in knots over this." An almost dismissive gesture to the hidework. "It's not worth it." The weyrling isn't shocked that her friend isn't dying to get out of the barracks, but it doesn't seem to help her much. Looking for the server, she sighs, "Rules. I won't miss it. We'll have our dragons." And maybe visitors, but that's not the point! A little surprised, amused, "Is she. Should we be worried?" To Hraedhyth, Iesaryth is down at the lake shore by the frozen water's edge, as her rider said - waiting, as always, for clear moments to sneak in her own unauthorized flights, because screw the weyrlingmasters, she's got this covered. Rolling out the tide in full for her sister, « Are you busy? Am I interrupting important business, Hraedhyth? » Bright sun on waves, sparkling. Could Azaylia's eyes get any wider? She's gone from nodding happily with Brieli, to surprised at her friend's blatant suspicion. "Uhm." She sets her mug down, elbows finding bits of table to rest on as her tilted chin finds her waiting palms. Curious and brimming with naivete. "What reasons? He's nice, and he needed to get out of his stuffy weyr." Or so his brown said. Once again she offers an opposite view to that of the other gold weyrling, "I kind of like it, when I can understand it... which isn't often." She admits, smile strengthened by the talk of their dragons. "I think she's just talking, maybe to Cadejoth. Or E'gin's brown." A giggle that's too pure to be as teasing as she'd like, "Or maybe Vhaeryth. She only tells me after she's done." Hreadhyth's mindscape is tense, guarded, but not at all unfriendly- especially for her Sister. The tide's awakening has fires flaring into existence within those firepits, in exchange for Iesaryth's sunwarmed breeze and salt air. Though there's a sparkling powder carried there, along with foreign fog, « Nothing as important as you. » Not a lie, as the tawny gold will head for the lakeshore, though there's a protective drumroll of reprimand for the her plans. Not that she'll actually try to stop her. « Be careful. » (Hraedhyth to Iesaryth) Waving down a server finally, Brieli puts in her order before considering, then; "He is nice. I'm just a little overly... paranoid, I think. But there's all kinds of reasons, Azaylia, especially with Hraedhyth." Her smile a bit apologetic for that, she peers over at the hidework to agree, "It's not so bad. It's just that you stress yourself out over enough. Save it for what's important." Looking up and across the table, fine brows arching as she grins, "She only tells you when she's done? Really? And won't let you eavesdrop? That hardly seems fair. Iesaryth listens in all the time, so I feel I've earned the right to do so accasionally." To Hraedhyth, Iesaryth knows the firepits, the plains almost as well as the sand and sea, but she does not know this fog - bright and quick thoughts echo under the water like curious fish. It's not foreign to the sea, though it makes the sun hazy and hot. « You have secrets. » This is not bad, Iesaryth has secrets. But she's still interested. « I am always careful. » She's not going anywhere, just waiting. She's got time. It may take her a moment, but Azaylia will catch on sooner rather than later. "You mean, wanting to catch Hraedhyth? I guess that's a reason to be nice." Though she, once again, doesn't seem terribly bothered by the idea whereas Brieli is understandably concerned. She may be taking the other weyrling's advice, as she's yet to pick her stylus back up again. The break she didn't award herself after ground drills, "It's like a surprise. Besides, if I eavesdrop then I might hear something that dragon's rider doesn't want me to know. I like it when Hraedhyth tells me the important parts." Or what the gold dragon thinks is important. To Iesaryth, Hraedhyth offers the fog for Iesaryth's inspection, though it offers no juicy details. It's simply fog. That reeks of Fort, or what this territorial gold imagines the distant land to smell of- nothing in particular. She doesn't know what it's like over there, yet! « Not secrets. » She argues, even as she arrives to oversee her sister breaking the rules. Her drums thump with impatience, directed elsewhere, where silence has fallen. « Good. » So many would be upset, were she injured. "It's a reason a lot of people might be nice in the next little while, given how things are." Brieli is content to leave it at that, if significantly, and leans on the table, arms crossed atop it. Again, seeming surprised by Azaylia's perspective, she points out, "The other dragon shouldn't be sharing things in the first place. And... how do you know she's telling you what's important or just what she thinks is important?" There's a moment before she wrinkles her nose, waves it off. "I'm overthinking. I always do. It's enough that she's talking to other dragons - that's important." A pause. "How are you?" To Hraedhyth, Adiulth is a different sort of bronze than his younger brother, for all of having noticeable differences. Such as his size. And personality. Whatever the impact the footsteps have, he doesn't seem to know or acknowledge. They are, after all, a part of him. The fact that this questioning is taking such a direct route, he choses the simple line of answering. « I am Adiulth. Does something bother you? Has Vhaeryth done something? » This bronze is met with impatience, drums that have quieted beginning again with obvious aggitation. « Adiulth. Your rider is? » She repeats the question, not so much brushing off his introduction as she is determined in her interrogation. The wind which carries that iron dust, and now Adiulth's own fog has turned warm, more of a breeze that tastes of salt air and sea. Despite these stolen treasures, Hraedhyth remains herself at the core, fire and drums. « Nothing that calls for war. » Fort would know of it, by now. « He comes into our lands. » My lands. « When we cannot visit his. » Annoyance for her own limitations, the queen will do the next best thing by invading- er, visiting their minds. (Hraedhyth to Adiulth) "If Hreadhyth thinks it's important, then it is." Azaylia offers brightly, happy for a question that she can answer. Unlike some which have been left blank on her hides. "And sometimes dragons can't help it. I think." She ponders this, wondering where the sudden dragon expertise has come from. "They probably think rider-secrets are silly. Some of them?" A shrug then, sitting up straighter and mirroring Brieli's position without realizing it. "I'm fine. We're great, she hasn't had a real incident in some time. Just little ones." As the gold grows, her tantrums shrink. Thank Faranth. No faaaaaair! Iesaryth might be a little impatient to get some of the details, but she's not so petulant that she forgets the benefits of offering a little gift in good faith - she's seen Fort, if second-hand and only once or twice, so can show her sister the foreign bowl, snowy, but not AS snowy, and sunny. No rules breaking as of yet, just a wide fan of snow swept with her tail, making big piles of it on either side of her. Speaking of Fort and being protective, « I am glad you look out for me, Hraedhyth. » (Iesaryth to Hraedhyth) To Iesaryth, Hraedhyth inspects what her Sister can offer of Fort, rummaging through with little care. She won't damage the visions, but from the snort that would have Ysavaeth disowning her (again), she is far from impressed. High Reaches is clearly better. Iesaryth's words catch her off guard, only to sweep the other gold up in a tidal wave of harmless, warm fire and smoke. « Always. You are strong, » Voice cracks, it has been less and less as she grows, though this may be for different reasons. Emotional. « But I cannot help it. So I will be strong with you. » For you is the silent promise, should the need arise. « What has he done? » For all of the impatience, Adiulth is already of the opinion that something must be wrong. For why else would a queen be so intent as to who his rider's name is when neither have likely met in person? If he is not entirely, terribly pleased with this line of conversation, it might come across in his responses. Finding truth, where it must exist. Somewhere. « And why can you not visit? We have heard nothing as to why we would be forbidden. » And vice versa. « Mine is E'ten. » No more. No less. (Adiulth to Hraedhyth) Thoughtful, "Hm. Really? I suppose..." Brieli is uncertain for a moment before, "I suppose Iesaryth is very different than those dragons." That sobers her, quiets her as the server conveniently comes to offer up her drink. After a sip from the glass - looks like rum - she shrugs over to Azaylia. "I would guess that you're right, that some can't help it. I never considered that. And that is good news. I thought things might settle as there was more for them to do." Settling back into her lean, resting her chin in hand, "I wonder what they'll do when we're graduated and working. They'll have to find something to do with themselves." To Adiulth, Hraedhyth snorts, annoyed at his repeat question. As if she hadn't done the very same moments ago. « Nothing. » Another shove, this time paired with an ominous drumroll that so easily morphs into a low, throaty growl. « But when strangers visit my lands, » Not even attempting to hide her possessive tone now, « I will learn of them. » And that includes bothering Adiulth, clearly. There's a sound, a scoff carried in the crackle of flames. « We are just learning to fly with Ours. » Duh. The insolence as well as her words may betray her age, if it wasn't obvious before. To Hraedhyth, Iesaryth doesn't mind, they're just borrowed images, there's always more. (And more quietly, less obviously, despite sleet, she agrees.) Fire and smoke mix with sea spray and salty air, pleased and bright. « Thank you. And I know, it is your way. » She does not mind; the other gold's way is easy for her to understand, easier still for her rider. They know. Azaylia snags the server as he reaches them, holding up a finger to drain the last bit of her mug before handing it over. There's a request for another, of course. "Iesaryth sounds different, everytime you talk about her." Fondness in her words, rather than anything judgemental. "Maybe it has to do with where she was hatched? Or maybe you?" It sounds as if the young woman is attempting to compliment her friend. She falls quiet then, considering her lifemate and what life could possibly be like after graduation. "I imagine they'd explore a lot. Hraedhyth wants to see where I grew up. Wants to see Fort. Everywhere, really. As long as we come home." A glance given upwards, meant to indicate the Weyr as a whole. To Iesaryth, Hraedhyth may be guarded against others, but for the bright gold she hides none of that emotion, choked up by smoke and sea spray. She just has something in her inner eye. The warmth will threaten to become stifling, fur pressed in for good measure before she suddenly releases her affectionate hold. « Enough. » Growl is rough, attempting to regain her fearsome composure. « I want to see you fly. » Now that the youth of the younger gold is now known, Adiulth can and does consider her in a slightly different light. « Then you have time to visit, even if it is not now. Fort is not as cold as where you are. Or did you want us to visit when we are free? » (Adiulth to Hraedhyth) Running a finger around the rim of her glass, glancing around the bar, "She's water; she changes. Perhaps a little of that. Perhaps a little to do with me. If you think so." Brieli looks back to Azaylia to offer a slight, amused smile - she won't argue. As she adjusts her hat, "I want to see places as much as Iesaryth does, to be honest. I'm not really sure she'll fly that much without me, but if Hraedhyth goes with her, perhaps she'll spend more time flying near the Weyr. I was just recently thinking that -- they'll have so much time without us while we..." She eyes the hidework. However, speculatively, "When we can go places, would you mind some company?" Amused, « You see me fly all the time. » But Iesaryth, who is all about warm sunny beach days and ocean breezes, is all about affection and love, especially from her boisterous warrior sister gold. And she'll just pretend Hraedhyth is as gruff as ever. Despite her protest, the little gold is content to leap up in air for a tight circle around the lake, before she lands in a drift to spray snow all over the larger one. (Iesaryth to Hraedhyth) To Adiulth, Hraedhyth falls quiet in order to consider his words, even the drums fading into nothing. Guarded against the foreigner, she gives away nothing while his offer is singed by her pensive flames. « I will go to Fort. » Sometime, eventually. And she doesn't need his permission. And suddenly, there will be cackling in the distance, words viciously joyful and mischievous, so much so as to make one suspicious. « Yes. Yes, you are welcome into my lands brother of Vhaeryth. Adiulth. You and Your E'ten. » That wicked laughter isn't meant to sound ominous, is it? Azaylia senses that Hraedhyth has been distracted, that much is obvious. But now she takes the time to embrace her weyrling, fire and spotted pelts trailed against skin in an all too familiar way. And still, Azaylia might feel unease as the attempt to stifle the otherwise obvious cackling. That's never a good sign. « I have invited a Fortian into our lands. I do not know when, but he and his rider will visit. » Now the laughter is in full force, gleeful not only for her strategic cunning, but for the surprise that ripples through their bond. It's not very often she gets to play a little trick on Hers. "Water and fire." Azaylia murmurs softly, certainly bemused by the contrast of their dragons and of their own personalities. It's surprisingly comforting. "It's a wonder they get along so well." Not that she's complaining, certainly. She breaks away from the conversation to turn, thanking the returning server and taking what has to be her trademark drink by now. "Seeing the far off places," Rather than just visiting Keroon, "Might be fun. Like where Iesaryth's clutchparents are." Not where she's from, because the younger gold is Reachian of course. "I'd love for you to come with us, or to go with you. Just being together, having adventures." There's a little toast, lifting the mug before it's brought back to her lips only for the woman to choke. "...You did what!?" Sharp squeak isn't meant for Brieli, as Azaylia intuitively turns to stare with wide eyes in the lake's direction. Oh, Hraedhyth is all joyous fire and mad, wicked laughter. Yes she is. Not all of it is for her Sister, though there is a pounding pride at seeing Iesaryth fly so well. Once she touches down, even that chilly spray does little to stifle her impish glee. « Vhaeryth's brother, Adiulth will visit. I did not mean for this, » She's honest, « But now we are even. » Meaning, N'rov's bronze won't know more about her lands than she does about his. Hruff. (Hraedhyth to Iesaryth) "Interesting, isn't it? And well, people who are vastly different seem to get along well - why not those two?" Brieli straightens to pick up her glass as she grins, gestures between the two of them in case Azaylia managed not to get her point. As the server departs, eyeing that mug, "There are other drinks, you know. And Iesaryth does want to go to Monaco. Io and I spoke about it, and-- well. She'll want to go." With a slight smile, toasting the other goldrider in return, "Oh, well - I thought we'd go somewhere, it's just--" It's just, she'd finish if Azaylia's squeaking wasn't distracting her. "What? What happened?" Snow cannot stifle fire! Iesaryth shakes off the snow, sunny hide sparkling. The flames dance in the waves. « Oh! I know of him. Though, it is too bad it's not Vhaeryth as well. » But she's pleased enough to have more visitors since they cannot fly; though, « Why did you not mean for him to come here? » (Iesaryth to Hraedhyth) Azaylia doesn't try so desperately to remain calm and normal this time, though there are a few sputtered response for whatever else Brieli's talking about. "That'd be nice." She means it, spending time with Iolene in Monaco, though the words are uttered in a whimper. She places her cup down and reaches up to rub at her face, torn between laughing with Hraedhyth's infectious mirth or dropping her head onto the table. "...She invited a Fortian rider over. I don't know how, or why exactly, but she did. I don't even know who he is!" Iesaryth might be able to fill Brieli in, as she's still trying to wrap her mind around what happened. "I didn't know she was talking to dragons at Fort." Other than Vhaeryth. It's not the end of the world, despite the helpless way Azaylia looks towards her friend. Hraedhyth, oi. To Iesaryth, Hraedhyth is proud of her work, despite the bit of panic she shares with the other gold. Isn't Azaylia so cute? There is nothing to fear, not when the bronze has been given her permission. « Vhaeryth is always welcome. » If only because of her Sister's will, otherwise she might still be suspicious of that one. There's agreement there, flames bobbing on the water in a nod for their inability to fly there themselves. « I was only talking. He asked for my blessing. » Her interpritation of Adiulth's offer. « And Vysravth said it is important to know your enemies. » A figure of speech, honest. It was an invitation. One made in good faith. The footsteps still linger along the edges of his mental voice, ever present and somewhere. Walking somewhere unknown. On some level, that ominous laughing bears investigation. Maybe. They'll have to discuss this - dragon and man. « Then we shall see. » (Adiulth to Hraedhyth) Looking entirely surprised by how flustered the other weyrling is by the whole thing, Brieli does the first thing that comes to mind. Briskly, "All right, calm down. Breathe. Is your drink too hot? Of course it is-- drink half of this at least - don't taste it, just drink it." She slides her glass across the table. It takes her little time to check with Iesaryth - at least, from the tilt of her head and her quiet, "Huh." Perhaps starting to have a little too much amusement about her features to be taking all this as seriously as Azaylia might like, "Adiulth's rider. E'ten." With a shrug, "Who knows why? Maybe she takes her duty as protector so seriously that she feels the need to interrogate foreign dragons. Would you be surprised? Don't worry. It's a bar, people visit it." To Adiulth, Hraedhyth has managed to regain her composure at in the end, as is her way. There might be a hint of regality as drums even out to keep a proud, strong rhythm. She speaks with a mix of discordant bells that are shaken too hard and chains that sound ill-fitted and tinny, an attempt to sound diplomatic like Dam and Sire. « We shall. » Though as the footsteps begin to fade, Hraedhyth's youth shines through as a tongue of fire is stuck out behind Adiulth's back. Nyeh. Azaylia is easy to persuade even when she isn't flustered, so the drink is taken and gulped down before the bitter bite can strike her tongue. By the time it does, she's had a little more than half and is pushing it away with a shudder. "I just, talking to dragons at High Reaches is one thing." The words aren't as panicked this time, "But what if she bothers someone at Fort? Or Monaco? It's rude, isn't it?" Whether it be the rum or Brieli's amusement, the weyrling simply fizzles and slumps. "...Sorry." Embarrassment has her actually sliding low enough so that she's eye to eye with the table, long legs stretched out beneath it. "I'm so used to staying out of peoples' way, and Hraedhyth just doesn't care." Now she laughs, breathless once more. "Oh, you know him?" That makes things much better, what with Brieli's ties to Fort and all. "She's not even fully grown. And we have two older queens to protect the weyr." But by now, she's simply accepted her fate. « Oh did he. » One of the tawny gold's not-a-question, though it's not terribly rife with distrust. Mostly curiosity. Hraedhyth's attention returns fully, no longer split as she discards mental tools typically used by Ysavaeth and Cadejoth. Playing grown up is fun. « It was smart of him. » Different wording though it may be, she ultimately agrees with Iesaryth and tacks on a low growl of, « He speaks strangely. » Not actual speech, but that bit of fog that she's stolen is tossed between sea's breeze and fire's smoke. See? (Hraedhyth to Iesaryth) "It's okay, Azaylia - It's not a bad thing. They talk amongst themselves, apparently. If it bothers you that much, you need to talk to her about it." Brieli does look sympathetic now, getting up from her seat to teasingly start pulling the other weyrling out of her slump by one arm. "Come on. Sit up. And it might be hard to get out of people's way now." Whether she's successful or not, she crouches down so she can meet the other girl's gaze, even if she's looking up at her. "Look. Talk to her. And I don't know him. I met him once, the night you Impressed. I get the idea that he and N'rov are rather like you and I." As she straightens, moving back to her seat, "So, perhaps Hraedhyth is unknowingly making your life easier." Or Brieli's life easier. Whatever. To Hraedhyth, Iesaryth confirms that, though there's not much more to it; just the images of papers like their riders are always stuck with, but the sense that they're different, they're interesting. « I like smart. Clever. » Quick, like the gold herself, quick and bright as water running under sunlight. The fog makes the sunlight hazy again, but its examined with interest; « We all speak so differently. » Azaylia can't help but laugh when Brieli gets down on her level in order to preform a rescue. With her feet planted on the ground and pushing, it isn't too hard to get her to straighten and out of other people's way. "Well, if he's friends with N'rov..." Still, the social butterfly sounds hesitant, picking up her stylus so that she has something to do with her fidgety hands. "I will talk to her, at least she could've asked me. I probably wouldn't have said no." Maybe. Quiet for a moment until she looks to Brieli with a grateful smile, "Sorry, again. I really appreciate how calm you are. Though I don't appreciate that." A glance for the unfamiliar drink, making a playful face. "I've told Hraedhyth not to talk to anymore strangers tonight. So let's see if we can't get some work done?" Hopeful, though her words will be tainted with a fair bit of giggling as the rum does it's job, there's still the chance of some productivity. To Iesaryth, Hraedhyth glances over the papers, not terribly interested in them. She's already sick of the ones Azaylia is constantly pouring over. « Smart is good. » Another agreement, what a shock. « Loyal is also good. » The fire dims, a whispered cracklehiss meant for Iesaryth only, « And big is good. » Preference shared, the older gold isn't quite sure why it's a secret but it is. The fog is shared but ultimately hers, though she looses interest in it with a mental shrug, « We do. But enough talk. Let us both fly. » Wings are spread wide, somewhat sore from drills though that won't stop her from flying with her Sister as their weyrlings work into the night. It's probably due to both general reticence to share and determination that the other weyrling is spared much from Brieli on N'rov but for; "He seemed to think I'd like E'ten." If Azaylia was wondering. "He seemed quite nice to me. We just... didn't get to talk for very long that night." She'll finish her drink rather than go into it, and gesture with her glass -- "Yes! Just ask her to ask, or something. Negotiate. It'll be fine." With a grin, setting the glass down, "I wasn't sure how immediate the need was. And all right, if we must." Though it must be said that Brieli is more interested in just helping Azaylia than bothering to start anything of her own, content to slack off for once. To Hraedhyth, Iesaryth likes big as well; wants to be big, but likes it. There's a shadow there in her mind, but it's blown away by sea breezes as she's quick enough to discard word and thought for action. She knows when her Sister tires of words - she leaps into the air and expects Hraedhyth to follow into the evening light.
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