Logs:New Ones
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| RL Date: 18 August, 2011 |
| Who: Emme, Lujayn |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Lujayn meets Emme (nee-'line) and Rhazekth face-to-face. Between lighthearted and serious, it's a strange conversation - even without splashing dragons interrupting. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| A warm mid-morning attracts many people to the refreshing lake shore, the goldrider Lujayn and her lifemate being two of a generous handful of weyrfolk already spread out along the waterline. For once there's no bucket of oil nor a scrubbing cloth, the queen half-slumbering peacefully with her tail flicking through the shallow waters that her rider is wading through. For all the gossip and turmoil having hit High Reaches since the hatching, both seem relaxed and even playful. Just when it seems Rielsath has dozed off, the sunfire tail whips out of the water to splash Lujayn thoroughly, the dragon's half-lidded eyes whirling amused blue-greens. "Just because I need a bath doesn't mean you get to wash me." Lu splutters with a grin, looking around for familiar faces. Speaking of familiar faces, a weyrling pair find themselves ambling toward the lake for a good scrubbing - of the dragon at least - the lightly glittered hide of Rhazekth perhaps recognizable. Followed shortly by a slightly bemused islander, Emme. "I know you like to see what happens when you splash, but other people might not appreciate it!" she calls out, trying to halt his impending leap and dive into the water. "Because they don't want to get wet, that's why! Maybe they've already washed!" Like, Lu for example. Who has just been watered. "Lujayn, hello!" the girl calls, the little brown chuffing an uninhibited greeting to both queen and rider before he... yes, leaps into the water. Rielsath raises her head from her snow-spattered paws, watching Rhazekth dive into the lake with unrestrained curiosity. « He's so /tiny/, » She remarks to her rider and also the brown in question, wondering at his energy despite the weyrling smallness. "Rielsath won't mind," Lu wades closer to shore no more or less wet for the weyrling's splashiness, finding her shoes amongst the rocks before walking closer to the brownrider. "Did I hear you're Emme, now?" A proud, beaming smile. "Congratulations. It's so fun when the dragonets get a chance to venture out of the barracks.." This as she watches Rhazekth dive into the shallows, along with Rielsath's tail waving back and forth like twine to a domesticated feline. "What's his name?" « I am tiny compared to all the giant dragons out here! » Rhazekth agrees, wriggling his hind end like a playful feline or puppy. « But I *will* be big. Emme says so. All dragons start small and grow, she said. » Obviously, he has asked a lot of questions about his tiny stature. But he is soon more concerned with the swishing gold tail, the blue-green swirl of his eyes tracking each movement until he spies a pattern and tries to trap this wiggling golden twine between small paws. For her part, Emme beams proudly at the playfulness and curiousity. "Yes, and thank you! Most of my friends called me Emme anyway, so it's easy to get used to." the former harper admits. "And he, is Rhazekth. I'm sure that translates somehow in dragonese to 'eternally curious and never stops asking questions'" Lujayn watches Rhazekth scamper, a silent evaluation in her mind taking place before she nods. "He looks healthy. And happy." Grin. "Good job, is all I can say. The first weeks are tricky, some draognets get clingy or scared, but Rielsath's got to be ten times his size.." And nary a hesitation to show for it. "I'd be more worried if he weren't asking questions. Curiosity is a good thing." The gold might as well be tiny weyrling fun-size judging by the way she smacks her tail on the surface, challenging Rhazekth with a splash of her own. « Not as big as me, » She asserts, shifting to lay her neck in the cool, shallow water with a mischievous burbling. « She knows a lot, your Emme. I remember you saying so. » Distant reflections of light, flashbulb thoughts bouncing off mirrors and catching in her words, bring back their earlier conversation. « Harpers are smart in different ways. » "The first few days were hard. Especially with... Seani. And then not knowing what has happened to Devaki or Raum." Emme admits, taking a moment to say the words and steel herself against the accompanying emotions. Rhazekth pauses in his play a moment, small muzzle swinging up to look over with a flicker of orange and red marring the calm of his eyes. But whatever reassurance she passes on seems to work, because he turns right back to 'popping' the bubbles with his beaky little nose. « Not as big as you. But maybe faster? Not as fast as Yanijath though. She will be very fast because she is so small. » He relays this, of course, with all the certainly of a full grown dragon with twenty turns experience. « I do think she knows a lot, or I would not have chosen her. » he asserts, swirling the music of wet reeds around the refractions of light. « What does it mean to be smart in different ways? » "We try not to bring it up too much," Lujayn admits, "Especially if it's upsetting the dragonets. We're working on it." She promises with somewhat of a tight expression, gray eyes going distant as she watches the dragons at play. « I am fast, too, » Rielsath retorts in her best mature voice, « Big dragons have strength to keep them fast for longer. You will be a big dragon, » Eyeing his color, appreciative of his slight shimmer, she sends a few more mental bubbles his way, each a rainbow of gauzy color. « Harper-smart. She knows lots of things of books, I'd expect, and remembers little things. Other people remember big things, or they are smart with people, or smart with guessing. » No hints as to what she's 'smart' about, though her shimmering soap bubbles grow more dense. « And you? Do you know what you're good at? » Some small pressure for a young dragon. "Thank you for that. She was special to me. To a lot of us." Emme admits, though it's with a smile instead of an upset frown. "I hope whomever did it is caught." she adds firmly, obviously not considering that Seani may have somehow had a hand in it at all. « Yes, that is a good description. She remembers little things. Perhaps I can remember big things for her, so that she sees everything. » he sounds hopeful at that, the rise and fall of chitinous wings clashing together signalling his good humor. « Right now I am good at eating, and growing, and learning. Should I know yet what I will be best at when I'm grown? » Puzzled, he nocks his head expectantly at the older dragon. « Nah, » Rielsath, not bothered in the least by Rhazekth's questions, « You can figure it out as you go along, or other people will tell you if you can't decide. » She blocks out some of Lu's thoughts, keeping a silver rainfall at bay with a wave of golden desert sand, keeping out the worried emotions for both of them. No fun thinking about dead islanders. « What kind of big things will you remember? » She asks curiously, still half-submerged. Meanwhile, Lujayn smiles reassuringly to Emme. "I can't claim to know her well. High Reaches has had their share of misdeeds in the past. We've always come out on top." Equally firm, confident. "But no one's seek Devaki? Raum?" Not that Lu's been drafted for search parties or anything. "I'd expect them to stick to the Weyr, somehow. Guilty or not." Rhazekth seems relieved that he doesn't need to figure out all of this NOW. But, he does appear to have a ready response for Rielsath. « Maybe something like... she will remember a shirt was red, and I will just remember that the person was dressed well. » he ventures, pleased with himself for coming up with this thought. He is, of course, still paddling around, rubbing himself in the fine grains of sand to pretty much wash himself in most respects. And then maybe swat at the big golden tail again, until a water bug catches his attention. "No, we haven't seen them. And I would think if nothing else, Devaki would have wanted to stay and congratulate his sister on her impression. It worries us." That's a pretty specific example. Rielsath is indeed impressed, « If you like red. » She tinges the sunbeams with shades of crimson, an almost bloody sunlight streaming down from her words. « I am good at learning, too. And adventure. » She shares more quietly, whisking her tail away just before the young brown discovers a skidding waterbug. « There are more interesting things in this lake, if you dive deeply enough.. » Rocks, fish, mottled light: nearly an alien landscape to the dry land they inhabit. "Politics are unpleasant," Lu folds her arms over her chest, uncomfortable to think of unpleasant, manipulative scheming. "If they're on anyone's list of suspects, being islanders and all, hiding might be their best bet until things cool down." Not tha she's taking sides. Of course not. But Lu is liable to stand up for the persecuted, murder or no. "How are things in the barracks? Rielsath heard of a fight the other day.. between browns? Not yours, I hope." « Red is alright. But I prefer lighter colors. » Rhazekth admits, shimmering a rainbow past the just-rained sky. Shades of yellow and peach and green and even golden tan. Definitely not a real rainbow, that. < [Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<really!?>') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] Who: Emme, Lujayn, Rhazekth, Rielsath Where: Lake Shore, HRW When: Day 12, month 7, turn 26 Lujayn meets Emme <lj-cut text="« Rocks are more fun than fish... they live longer. »"> A warm mid-morning attracts many people to the refreshing lake shore, the goldrider Lujayn and her lifemate being two of a generous handful of weyrfolk already spread out along the waterline. For once there's no bucket of oil nor a scrubbing cloth, the queen half-slumbering peacefully with her tail flicking through the shallow waters that her rider is wading through. For all the gossip and turmoil having hit High Reaches since the hatching, both seem relaxed and even playful. Just when it seems Rielsath has dozed off, the sunfire tail whips out of the water to splash Lujayn thoroughly, the dragon's half-lidded eyes whirling amused blue-greens. "Just because I need a bath doesn't mean you get to wash me." Lu splutters with a grin, looking around for familiar faces. Speaking of familiar faces, a weyrling pair find themselves ambling toward the lake for a good scrubbing - of the dragon at least - the lightly glittered hide of Rhazekth perhaps recognizable. Followed shortly by a slightly bemused islander, Emme. "I know you like to see what happens when you splash, but other people might not appreciate it!" she calls out, trying to halt his impending leap and dive into the water. "Because they don't want to get wet, that's why! Maybe they've already washed!" Like, Lu for example. Who has just been watered. "Lujayn, hello!" the girl calls, the little brown chuffing an uninhibited greeting to both queen and rider before he... yes, leaps into the water. Rielsath raises her head from her snow-spattered paws, watching Rhazekth dive into the lake with unrestrained curiosity. « He's so /tiny/, » She remarks to her rider and also the brown in question, wondering at his energy despite the weyrling smallness. "Rielsath won't mind," Lu wades closer to shore no more or less wet for the weyrling's splashiness, finding her shoes amongst the rocks before walking closer to the brownrider. "Did I hear you're Emme, now?" A proud, beaming smile. "Congratulations. It's so fun when the dragonets get a chance to venture out of the barracks.." This as she watches Rhazekth dive into the shallows, along with Rielsath's tail waving back and forth like twine to a domesticated feline. "What's his name?" « I am tiny compared to all the giant dragons out here! » Rhazekth agrees, wriggling his hind end like a playful feline or puppy. « But I *will* be big. Emme says so. All dragons start small and grow, she said. » Obviously, he has asked a lot of questions about his tiny stature. But he is soon more concerned with the swishing gold tail, the blue-green swirl of his eyes tracking each movement until he spies a pattern and tries to trap this wiggling golden twine between small paws. For her part, Emme beams proudly at the playfulness and curiousity. "Yes, and thank you! Most of my friends called me Emme anyway, so it's easy to get used to." the former harper admits. "And he, is Rhazekth. I'm sure that translates somehow in dragonese to 'eternally curious and never stops asking questions'" Lujayn watches Rhazekth scamper, a silent evaluation in her mind taking place before she nods. "He looks healthy. And happy." Grin. "Good job, is all I can say. The first weeks are tricky, some draognets get clingy or scared, but Rielsath's got to be ten times his size.." And nary a hesitation to show for it. "I'd be more worried if he weren't asking questions. Curiosity is a good thing." The gold might as well be tiny weyrling fun-size judging by the way she smacks her tail on the surface, challenging Rhazekth with a splash of her own. « Not as big as me, » She asserts, shifting to lay her neck in the cool, shallow water with a mischievous burbling. « She knows a lot, your Emme. I remember you saying so. » Distant reflections of light, flashbulb thoughts bouncing off mirrors and catching in her words, bring back their earlier conversation. « Harpers are smart in different ways. » "The first few days were hard. Especially with... Seani. And then not knowing what has happened to Devaki or Raum." Emme admits, taking a moment to say the words and steel herself against the accompanying emotions. Rhazekth pauses in his play a moment, small muzzle swinging up to look over with a flicker of orange and red marring the calm of his eyes. But whatever reassurance she passes on seems to work, because he turns right back to 'popping' the bubbles with his beaky little nose. « Not as big as you. But maybe faster? Not as fast as Yanijath though. She will be very fast because she is so small. » He relays this, of course, with all the certainly of a full grown dragon with twenty turns experience. « I do think she knows a lot, or I would not have chosen her. » he asserts, swirling the music of wet reeds around the refractions of light. « What does it mean to be smart in different ways? » "We try not to bring it up too much," Lujayn admits, "Especially if it's upsetting the dragonets. We're working on it." She promises with somewhat of a tight expression, gray eyes going distant as she watches the dragons at play. « I am fast, too, » Rielsath retorts in her best mature voice, « Big dragons have strength to keep them fast for longer. You will be a big dragon, » Eyeing his color, appreciative of his slight shimmer, she sends a few more mental bubbles his way, each a rainbow of gauzy color. « Harper-smart. She knows lots of things of books, I'd expect, and remembers little things. Other people remember big things, or they are smart with people, or smart with guessing. » No hints as to what she's 'smart' about, though her shimmering soap bubbles grow more dense. « And you? Do you know what you're good at? » Some small pressure for a young dragon. "Thank you for that. She was special to me. To a lot of us." Emme admits, though it's with a smile instead of an upset frown. "I hope whomever did it is caught." she adds firmly, obviously not considering that Seani may have somehow had a hand in it at all. « Yes, that is a good description. She remembers little things. Perhaps I can remember big things for her, so that she sees everything. » he sounds hopeful at that, the rise and fall of chitinous wings clashing together signalling his good humor. « Right now I am good at eating, and growing, and learning. Should I know yet what I will be best at when I'm grown? » Puzzled, he nocks his head expectantly at the older dragon. « Nah, » Rielsath, not bothered in the least by Rhazekth's questions, « You can figure it out as you go along, or other people will tell you if you can't decide. » She blocks out some of Lu's thoughts, keeping a silver rainfall at bay with a wave of golden desert sand, keeping out the worried emotions for both of them. No fun thinking about dead islanders. « What kind of big things will you remember? » She asks curiously, still half-submerged. Meanwhile, Lujayn smiles reassuringly to Emme. "I can't claim to know her well. High Reaches has had their share of misdeeds in the past. We've always come out on top." Equally firm, confident. "But no one's seek Devaki? Raum?" Not that Lu's been drafted for search parties or anything. "I'd expect them to stick to the Weyr, somehow. Guilty or not." Rhazekth seems relieved that he doesn't need to figure out all of this NOW. But, he does appear to have a ready response for Rielsath. « Maybe something like... she will remember a shirt was red, and I will just remember that the person was dressed well. » he ventures, pleased with himself for coming up with this thought. He is, of course, still paddling around, rubbing himself in the fine grains of sand to pretty much wash himself in most respects. And then maybe swat at the big golden tail again, until a water bug catches his attention. "No, we haven't seen them. And I would think if nothing else, Devaki would have wanted to stay and congratulate his sister on her impression. It worries us." That's a pretty specific example. Rielsath is indeed impressed, « If you like red. » She tinges the sunbeams with shades of crimson, an almost bloody sunlight streaming down from her words. « I am good at learning, too. And adventure. » She shares more quietly, whisking her tail away just before the young brown discovers a skidding waterbug. « There are more interesting things in this lake, if you dive deeply enough.. » Rocks, fish, mottled light: nearly an alien landscape to the dry land they inhabit. "Politics are unpleasant," Lu folds her arms over her chest, uncomfortable to think of unpleasant, manipulative scheming. "If they're on anyone's list of suspects, being islanders and all, hiding might be their best bet until things cool down." Not tha she's taking sides. Of course not. But Lu is liable to stand up for the persecuted, murder or no. "How are things in the barracks? Rielsath heard of a fight the other day.. between browns? Not yours, I hope." « Red is alright. But I prefer lighter colors. » Rhazekth admits, shimmering a rainbow past the just-rained sky. Shades of yellow and peach and green and even golden tan. Definitely not a real rainbow, that. «Really!?» Instantly, the little brown tries diving down and swimming a bit further out. Much to Emme's startlement. "Don't you go far or you'll get too tired!!" she calls out, both voice and mind, putting some heft behind it to try and reign him in. "Politics /are/ unpleasant. Dealt with it enough on the Island to learn that already. I just hope they are alright." The harper is quiet a moment then, her lips twitching at the mention of a brown fight. "Oh, no. Rhazekth is more likely to try and stop a fight then be involved in one. He doesn't let much bother him." "Good to hear," Lu thinks this over in silence. "Level-headed ones are hard to come by at this age, aren't they?" She has to laugh at the brown's reaction to Rielsath's aquatic images, but does her best to keep the queen from pushing Rhazekth too far out of his depth - literally. "Stop egging him on, Ri. We'll get in trouble if we drown a weyrling." Rielsath retreats somewhat from the water, back to her slightly less-shaded sunning spot. Fine. "Catch you up later? Getting information from Rielsath isn't the same as meeting the weyrlings in person." She's off with a wave, leaving Rielsath to lounge in the young pair's company. « I would /not/ drown you, » She insists with a fiery sparking of fireworks, « But yes, really. Maybe I will catch a purple rock for you. Rocks are more fun than fish.. they live longer. » |
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