Logs:Draconic Diplomacy - Southern Weyr
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| RL Date: 27 July, 2012 |
| Who: Brieli |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Southern Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Iesaryth contacts Fianth, the senior queen at Southern Weyr, to ask if she can visit - and see what Brieli can find out. (STed by K'del) |
| Where: Minds of Dragons |
| When: Day 8, Month 5, Turn 29 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Iolene/Mentions, K'del/Mentions |
| Storyteller: K'del/ST |
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| It's a questing, curious sort of tide that creeps south and towards the Southern Senior's mindspace, waves warm and sparkling and likely familiar in an odd way, for all that Iesaryth has never really seen much of the ocean near where she hatched. Polite in her interest, she tries not to push her way in, but drifts sea-air Fianth's way. « Ma'am? » Is she there? Busy? She can go. (Iesaryth to Fianth) Solar winds - brighter, faster, nearly electric - bar Iesaryth's way, whirling into a radiant aurora of brilliance that considers this intrusion long before they relent and allow access. « What is it you want, young one? » she asks, with a buzz of warm static. « You are not of my oceans. » Hers... she shares an image of them, those blue seas and golden beaches. Hers. (Fianth to Iesaryth) To Fianth, Iesaryth is just fascinated for a time, not even that bothered by being barred if she can reflect such brilliance in her own waves. After that, after a time admiring the seas and beaches so like those she can communicate with, she replies, calm, « I am not, but I would see them one day. I know they will bring us. But it is nice to ask, to talk first. » For they are Fianth's oceans, and seas, and dragons, and she would not know any of them without the queen's leave. Relaxed is something Iesaryth not only likes, but understands. It is her way; water will flow - but these formalities must still be observed. « I hope it was entertaining. » Her hatching, that is. She doesn't recall much of it, could pluck memories from her rider's head, but something about it seems to be recalled with embarrassment. « It is far. I would visit many places, but I do like the beaches. I like the sound of the waves. » It echoes that in her mind, pleases her. (Iesaryth to Fianth) To Iesaryth, Fianth remembers nothing of the hatching, in truth, and though she too could take those memories and remind herself of them, she chooses not to. « All hatchings, » she says, « are wonderful events. You will see that for yourself in time. When you watch others', but especially when you watch your own. » A rush of colour and breathless radiance hurtle past, distracting her only momentarily. Then, « You will be welcome to our home, Iesaryth. And yours... how does yours fare? It must be pleasant to have a confirmed senior once more. » Not really all that concerned about her hatchings, still far in the nebulous future, Iesaryth will talk Fianth's word for it, only mildly curious about the idea, the difference between hers and others'. « I will hope to see one soon. » All too pleased with so simple a thing, it has to be simple excitement for her future trips; the chance to go. « Thank you, Fianth. And it is. Ysavaeth has been kind to me, so far from my own dam. » She shows High Reaches coming out of winter and into spring, airy and green, if a bit muddy. (Iesaryth to Fianth) To Iesaryth, Fianth seems pleased by the young queen's attitude, though her manner seems less inclined to quiet, maternal approval - and more to zaps of merry pleasure. « I am glad to hear it. We all need our dams, particularly while we are young. » Fianth cannot remember her own, admittedly, but she remembers other young dragons and their need for reassurance. It is the same; it is not the same. « Such greenery. Our seasons are not so defined as all of that. Ysavaeth protects her Weyr well, we hope? Cadejoth is, at least, a known quantity. » That makes Iesaryth inclined to enjoy the conversation; she herself is more laid-back, but her bright, quick mind loves to be entertained. Even if zapped now and then. « I do not miss her much, but it is nice to have that presence nearby. » These things are not so different between them. She considers, the rhythm of the waves rising and falling before, « She does. They both do. I believe. » She is but young and knows little yet in the ways of protecting her home. (Iesaryth to Fianth) Pleased, Fianth considers what Iesaryth has to say, allowing, finally, « I am glad to hear it. A Weyr without a strong queen can suffer greatly. A Weyr whose leaders are in accord may flourish. » There's something behind her directness, something that might be, in the end, rather less-than-direct, for all that she's aiming to be as open and inviting as a night sky-- on and on and on and on. « It is sad, I think, when conjecture and rumour poisons opinion. We hear things, and we worry, but... I am relieved and reassured that it is not so. » Right? RIGHT? (Fianth to Iesaryth) Almost wry, « She is strong. » Iesaryth is certain on that, and she is certain that Ysavaeth and Cadejoth are in accord. And if there is something behind Fianth's directness, there can't be any guile in the younger gold's - she doesn't seem like she'd be good at it. But she'll leave things out. Sympathetic, « There is so much rumour that travels. I am not sure what you have heard, but we are not concerned. » If they were, there'd be something to worry about, right? Totally! (Iesaryth to Fianth) To Iesaryth, Fianth can accept this, all of this, and smoothes over her own thoughts with another wave of brilliantly-hued lights. « We were concerned, when she rose so quickly, but all is well, then. » Is it? It's hard to tell; she seems genuine, but then, she seems, in general, a very genuine-sounding dragon. « And soon there will be eggs. » Eggs seem to make Fianth happy - very happy. « I am glad for your Weyr. Strong times are good times. » There might be a little disturbance in the ocean, a ripple through the waves, but Iesaryth likewise seems content - so perhaps things are indeed well. « All were surprised. But she is well. » The idea of eggs brings up a few fuzzy, stolen images that make her curious more than anything; they're awfully small, and she can't recall being that. « I look forward to seeing them. We are hoping for good times. » There's a confidence in something there, that things will be different now. « We appreciate your good wishes. You can always ask me, Fianth, if there is... gossip. » (Iesaryth to Fianth) To Iesaryth, Fianth, amused, suggests an imagine of a full-sized queen - one that is not Iesaryth or Fianth or Ysavaeth or any other known entity - surrounded by her clutch. Such small eggs, such a large dragon! How much they all grow. But Iesaryth's suggestion that things will be different draws a solar flare, a suggestion of uneasiness that she attempts to conceal with another parade of bright colours. « I will do so. Thank you, Iesaryth. We look forward to your eventual visit. » To Fianth, Iesaryth fairly marvels - but is likewise amused, in a 'how could I miss that' sort of way. But she may forget again, will forget again before she's that size and has her own eggs. That flare of concern might draw a splash of her own anxiety - she's not really sure how best to correct it - but instead just drifts over the scent of air that might be familiar, salty and fresh, the rhythm of her waves meant to be soothing. « Thank you, Fianth. For that and for your leave. And for showing me your home! » The last is pleased, as she shows the image again, tucks it away until she can visit. And the tide slowly washes out.
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