Logs:Istan Tales
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| RL Date: 30 April, 2008 |
| Who: Malsaeth, Rielsath |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Malsaeth tells Rielsath a story. |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Lujayn/Mentions |
| Rielsath senses that Malsaeth's thoughts, while murky from half-sleep, grow. « It was a dark and stormy night. » he begins, not seeming to mind whether she's asleep or not. For now, anyways. After all, he's got a story to tell. Rielsath> Malsaeth senses that Rielsath's night is clear and frigid, winter turning ever so slowly to a milder spring. The view of her bowl changes with these words, reflecting Malsaeth's opening words. « Was it really? » No sunlight this time, just the frozen black breezes of her mountains dancing in curiosity. Rielsath senses that Malsaeth colors the night with stars hidden by overlying clouds, the moon a mere cresent in the background. « And everyone was asleep in the weyr. So no one could have ever expected to hear... the sound. » Suspense builds as rain falls. Rielsath> Malsaeth senses that Rielsath watches after the stars with a quiet sort of patience, though she can't help but weave in the Aurora's shimmer with those colorful sparkles. Listening, just as notable in her silence as her chatter. Rielsath senses that Malsaeth lets the fog appear, tumble out of the clouds. « The sound that was like a thunderous wailing. One dragon, Posarth, seemingly the only one awake, flew from his ledge, in search of the sound. It called to him. Soon, others flew off their ledges and followed their hearts. » The mist seems to grow and grow as he continues to tell the story to the sunfire Reachian gold. Rielsath> Malsaeth senses that Rielsath has a little flickering of flame, enough to keep the mists from engulfing her as they spread, though this golden circle of light is small. Letting her mind trail after Posarth, this mysterious protagonist dragon, she joins the legion of heart-followers as a tail of candlelight. Still quiet: Where, where? Rielsath senses that Malsaeth sends Posarth out in the fog, a keening in the background making the scene all the more appropriate. Lightning strikes, lighting the way so very briefly for brave Posarth. « And so he searched and searched, and all the while, the wailing continued. » Soon, the story is propelled further into the fog where a lonely island can be seen from Posarth's skyline advantage. A glint of fire. Something remarkably dark and mysterious lying in the middle of the island. Rielsath> Malsaeth senses that Rielsath holds fast to her candle, wavering and dim though it may be, a soft guide through the story. She'd rather swoop right down to the island to investigate, though the pace of the storyteller holds her back from plunging right in. So she waits, though with a bright, harsh edge of anticipation to her silence. Rielsath senses that Malsaeth lets the fog disperse only a little, making that little flame on the small lonely island in the big black sea that much brighter. « So Posarth began flying downward, so quickly downward. But the wind was harsh and furious that mysterious night. Every time Posarth tried to get to that island, to find the source of the sad frantic wailing, the wind would buck him again and again. » The fog lifts finally, no rain in sight. Only thunder threatening rain. The story moves at Malsaeth's own pace, allowing conflict to enter the story of a dragon against nature. Rielsath> Malsaeth senses that Rielsath folds her wings with Posarth, diving down until the wind tears her back. Again and again, though, she goes. Not one to give up, scarlet irritation faint in comparison to the vivid ochre determination of her mindset. « Where is his rider? » She finally asks, fed up with silence. « Couldn't his rider help? » Rielsath senses that Malsaeth seems to appreciate the questions, even if he does not answer them. « Posarth finally reached the wind after one last attempt. The fire seemed to blaze. A single tree now charred was lit like a glow. Underneath it lied the remnants of a small clutch of wild firelizards! But as Posarth looked around, he could not see any new firelizards on the island. In the distance, he could hear the wailing. The keening sound even closer now. » Nothing but anticipation, no questions to ask that aren't obvious. Only an insistent urging, fiery colors persisting through darkness and fog. Go look, Posarth, find what's out there. Rielsath imagines the island, the tree and fire, adding details of her own making. The scent of burning wood and the colors on all the scattered shells. (Rielsath to Malsaeth) Rielsath senses that Malsaeth seems to be inspired by the older dragon, the sunfire gold's urging all the more enticing as he continues the story. The dark night seems to get darker as the fire from the tree dies out. As lightning crackles, Posarth's shiny gold hide can be seen. Perhaps it is her personality, or perhaps it is the mother in her, but the gold surges forth, to find the source of the wailing. Soon, soon, the sound is closer. A gold in miniature, a wild gold firelizard lies in the water, following after two smaller firelizards, both green. « So Posarth darted forth, hoping to help the firelizard as rain began to fall, the night grew darker. But stormy weather is not any kind of deterrent for Posarth. » Rielsath> Malsaeth senses that Rielsath is glad to offer inspiration, guarding her candle from wind and waves as Posarth journeys on. She has slim pickings of maternal emotion thus far in life, but who wouldn't feel sorry for some little ol' firelizards? Her heart twinges, though this flash of rosy pink isn't advertised so loudly, covered with more intense red. Rielsath senses that Malsaeth lets Posarth fly further into the water, and soon, when she was close enough, dipped her head down in the cold dark waves to scoop the female firelizard up. « The wind, oh it was fierce that night, as Posarth tried to get at the two young hatchlings. But tried she did. » Lightning flashes and it seems to spurn Posarth forward, showing the gold speeding ahead before finally, finally catching the younglings. The keen ceased, the gold firelizard was finally with her newly hatched children, but where was Posarth to take them to safety? Rielsath> Malsaeth senses that Rielsath hovers, bright golden and flickering, back and forth across the dark water as a lantern might search for one lost at sea. The flash of lightning is a relief, illuminating the situation, but then Posarth is gone and the Reachian gold goes back to her searching. « She couldn't have just disappeared, » Deciding rather firmly that the heroine could not have vanished so promptly. Rielsath senses that Malsaeth lets rain fall, lightening strike and soon, from the mountains, the fog arrives again, tumbling over the water. With no light to see, with no light in that darkness, the fog just sets the tone for a darker, more mysterious conclusion. « Her rider woke up later that day to find her Posarth gone. Her mindvoice there, just hovering. » The conclusion is not yet done. The fog seems to disperse so slowly, glints of gold seen, but only sparingly. Contemplation comes in a mix of dark navy and some more spirited red tones, though dark and heavy. « Not gone, then. » /She's/ gold, lending all the more spark to that faint glimmer of color that fights the mist. « If her rider could hear. » (Rielsath to Malsaeth) Rielsath senses that Malsaeth seems to expect the comments from the sunfire gold, seems to welcome it as much as the questions from before. « Her rider searched for her lifemate all day. She could only see darkness, only hear worry. » But, out of those clouds, out of the lashing rain, out of the fog and other extreme weather outside, came the soft yellow glow of Posarth, tired. Ragged as she was, she still had that gold, still had those hatchlings. Soon, rider and dragon are united. Despite the dark of night and the dire conditions discovered, the brilliance of the pairing of maternal queen and her rider shines through like a beacon through the night.... « Did you like the story? » he finally asks, as he allows his story of bravery to settle. Rielsath> Malsaeth senses that Rielsath follows Posarth back, circling back and around, even straining forward to lead the gold back to her rider. Then there's reunion and a satisfied listener, finally letting her mind relax into its dappled sun and wintry flurries. « Yes. » It's easier to tell a story when you can use images alongside words, not held back as humans find themselves. She lets the light dance here and there, soaking it up and adding it to her own luminescence. « It was a good story. » Perhaps she had been sleeping initially, for her solar flares are dappled with sunset colors. Rielsath senses that Malsaeth covers the story with a thin layer of gloss, his way of tying the story in a neat little bow, saving it for future tellings. « I thought so too. » he growls. « Stories told right are better than anything except maybe meat. » The fog and clouds are gone, leaving a clear blaze of orange across Rielsath's horizon at High Reaches. The descending golden disk of the sun is her own conclusion, a flash of light to mark the gloss with its reflection. The verdict is overwhelmingly supportive, though soon she's drifting back to sleep with thoughts of Posarth and rescuing firelizards circling in her somnolent mind. « Stories about meat, » She offers faintly, a wisp of pale gold vanishing to night's complete embrace and nothing more. (Rielsath to Malsaeth) Rielsath senses that Malsaeth makes the fog and cloud arrive again, the blaze of orange seemingly duller with the haze of weather. « Next time. » he tells her, seemingly growing more and more tired himself, seemingly satisfied by such a good story. The fact that the gold's supportive only makes him prouder. « Next time, another story. » And with that, the wisps of the fog leave as he slumbers. |
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