Logs:Visits and Invitations
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| RL Date: 20 October, 2012 |
| Who: Cadejoth, Isyath |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After Fort's hatching, Isyath and Cadejoth enjoy themselves. |
| Where: Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 11, Month 1, Turn 30 (Interval 10) |
| Dragon> To Cadejoth, Isyath's mental tones are are bright, brilliant sort of light, pleasure thrumming through her tones at the arrival of Fort's youngest dragons. She seeks out those chains, a subtle reflection of that jangle pulsating the stars of her thoughts. He's here; that makes her pleased, a flowing welcome stretching out. Dragon> To Isyath, Cadejoth jangles his greeting in reply to Fort's elder junior, illustrating his own pleasure through the twanging, metal-on-metal tones. « How are you, Isyath? It was a lovely clutch, » he says to her, sending a spark in her direction. He's all enthusiasm: up in the ledges, his tail is pretty much wagging against the ground. Dragon> The spark is caught, and it brightens into a pulsating light under Isyath's attentions. « Earlier, I flew and caught snow on my tongue. The Weyr is full of the minds of many. » She seems as pleased with the former as the latter, and though there's a curious kind of interest in the young dragons, she doesn't seem overly fixated on them. (Isyath to Cadejoth) Dragon> To Isyath, Cadejoth reflects all that light off of his metal, and seems pleased by the effect. « I like snow, » he tells her, amused by these related remarks-- amused, and now pleased, as he takes off from the ledges, out into the frigid air. Fly. « It's nice, having so many visitors. So many people to talk to, and fly with. » Dragon> Snow swirls around in Isyath's mental thoughts as she, too, launches skywards, seeking Cadejoth's location, wings beating hard and drawing her higher into the skies. Her agreement is immediate, delight threading through the pulsating stars of her thoughts. « You should visit more often, » the Fortian junior declares. (Isyath to Cadejoth) Dragon> Higher, then! Cadejoth's pleased that she's joining him, and heedless of the propriety involved; so what if everyone can see Fort's junior flying so high with High Reaches' Weyrleader. « I'd like to, » he says, pleased (more pleased, now: the skies are so lovely! So much fun! And so is Isyath). « And you should visit me. » (Cadejoth to Isyath) Dragon> To Cadejoth, Isyath's a dark shadow passing underneath him, in contrast to her more brilliant mental tones. Now she sweeps upwards, twisting into one of the thermals, showing him where it is- though it is faint. « We shall, » she responds, sounding pleased by the invitation. Nevermind her rider might have different thoughts. Dragon> To Isyath, Cadejoth is an eager learner, willing to bow to her superior (in this) wisdom as to these foreign thermals; this foreign sky. « Good, » he enthuses. « We'll have eggs soon, too. Not mine, this time. » He's content with this. Even... pleased? The skies call, after all. Freedom! Dragon> Whatever interest the Fortian queen might've had in High Reaches impending clutch dissipates entirely as the bronze declares it's not his. « Mine will probably like to see. » Isyath, probably not so much- but it's an excuse she's willing to entertain. That competitive streak, naturally, is raised with Cadejoth's presence, and she can't but help her unmuted joy as she soars higher. (Isyath to Cadejoth) Dragon> To Isyath, Cadejoth's own opinion is not so far from Isyath's, though he seems to have a low-level smug pride in the achievements of his weyr-as-a-whole. « It's the perfect excuse, » he declares, brightly, with a burst of renewed jangling, and the rattle of bone upon bone. His joy echoes hers; he races after her, quite content to be - for now - the follower in this wonderful, perfect game. |
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