Logs:Puddles of Mud
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| RL Date: 16 May, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Ysaera |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Akluseth and Nykievth play in the mud while their riders catch up |
| Where: Weyrling Training Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: 22D 10M 37T I10, autumn night |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to edit, correct, and alter away! |
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>---< Weyrling Training Cavern, High Reaches Weyr(#392RJLs) >----------------<
All the furniture here has been pushed to one side of the room to allow a
large pathway opposite: room enough to let weyrling dragons pass from the
bowl's archway to the cavernous barracks at the back. None of the
furniture matches, either: it varies from big cushioned, claw-footed
chairs to those of plain wood, while the most seating is at the two stone
tables ringed by low and equally hard stone benches. Without the
tapestries that decorate many of the Weyr's other interior spaces, the
room always echoes with noise, no matter how few are there.
What it does have, however, are several colorful murals: on one wall, a
detailed diagram of a dragon's anatomy; opposite, next to a creaky wooden
door, a number of painted and labeled wing formations. Near the entrance
is a large-scale version of the Weyr's badge, while the back wall, by the
barracks, features a detailed map of the continent. The latter area's also
home to one big, beat-up couch, black or maybe blue -- the thing's so old
and filthy it's hard to tell, though it's certainly comfortable.
>----------------------------------------< 22D 10M 37T I10, autumn night >---< Water is rarely anything that ever slows Akluseth; rather the fire licked Brown revels in it, even in the cooler autumn temperatures; he seems to delight in the rain. Edyis keeps a watchful eye from one of the tables, smiling every time the brown peeks his head in staring at her as though she is positively crazy for studying instead playing in the rain with him. She seems content to leave him to it as she studies, a few chairs slightly pulled out as though other weyrlings had been studying with her only moments before. The rain also beckons to another: a green who does not approach it with the playful joy of a young soul but with the contemplation of one already older and wise to the ways of the world. While the brown playfully attends to the puddles, Nykievth is busy carefully putting one foot into a puddle and drawing it back out, never mind the rain that drenches the green's back. She's content to focus on this one thing. In the midst of Akluseth's peeking and Nykievth's careful study, Ysaera dashes into the cover of the weyrling cavern. She shakes the water from wet hair, trying to contain her dripping to the entrance. "Getting chilly out there," her voice sounds loud in the caverns and her eyes briefly pause to take in the murals before she offers a smile to Edyis. Ink dark eyes lift, and it takes a moment for the young woman to remember to smile. "I wonder how many will want to go to Igen after a proper winter here." She studies the greenrider a moment, "How is Nykieveth doing with the change in weather? Seems like the colder and drier it gets the itchier Akluseth's hide seems to get. Or maybe I am the one getting itchy." She speculates with a chuckle. Her eyes follow Ysaera's to the murals, pencil tapping idly. "You a fan of maps or anatomy?" "Nykievth seems to take to all manner of weather and nature well," Ysaera says wryly, shooting a look towards the green who is once again dipping her paw into the puddled water. Dark eyes turn back to Edyis and she very carefully makes her way towards her fellow weyrling, taking a seat far enough away that she doesn't drip on the brownrider. "I like maps. Cartography was going to be a subject I intended to excel at in the sea craft," she comments, idly. "I'm getting cold, not so much itchy, but Nykievth will ensure that I will be taking at least two baths before the day's out. With all of this muck, she'll be brown by dinner. Mark my words." Despite her words, her tone is light and the dark eyes sparkle with mirth. "Sounds like it would be a useful skill, best I can do is copy an existing map, but it would be neat to make new ones." She smirks, "At least Akluseth is already brown. Though he'll probably take a swim in the lake and get the worst of it off. Crazy beast loves the water. Closest he can get to flying without getting into trouble he says." There's a roll of her shoulders with the words. "My little brother is planning on the seacraft when he's of age; he lives with his uncle now. What is it like? Do you get to go on boats often?" "Maybe it'll still be possible to take time and chart the shores of Pern," Ysaera grins, lifting a hand to squeeze the ends of her weyrling-short hair dry. "Does he? Is he impossible in weather like this?" the greenrider asks, canting her head to keep Edyis in view while attempting to dry her hair. "The seacraft is a lot of work, but yes, you do get to be on boats a lot. Not as much when you first join. They do give you time to acclimate." Glancing out towards the bowl, she muses, "Nyki likes water, mud, rocks, plants. I wouldn't be surprised if she had leaves on her butt." "He's always impossible, it's just a trick of diverting his energy. Better to let him muck about outside and clean him off later than have him pent up in the barracks for the whole day, who knows what would happen then." Edyis murmurs fretfully, as though imagining upended cots; mud trails stomped glow trails in the shape of dragon footprints... "That is good to hear. I don't really get to see him as much as I do my sisters at the weaverhall, but that will change now I think. Now that I have him." Watching as Akluseth spreads his wings in a great stretch and charges off again. "What about you? Any family, and are they happy you impressed?" "Sometimes I wonder if they are //all// impossible in their own ways," Ysaera jokes mildly, flashing Edyis a grin. "Ah, yes. That should change. They'll be only three breaths away once we can between, yeah?" Nykievth trills a strange melancholy sound towards her clutch mate for his boundless energy and shuffles off to a different puddle. This time sticking her little snout into it and blowing. Ysaera winces when Nykievth revels in the backsplash of mud, but at Edyis's question she examines her nails. "My parent don't know yet," she murmurs, vaguely sheepish, "She lives in a very remote place that is not so easily come upon." She diverts the topic back to Edyis, asking, "What about yours? Are they happy you Impressed?" "You may be on to something there," Edyis states of dragons being impossible. The meloncholy trill is met with a rounding skidding stop that sends a wave of mud dangerously in the little green's direction. His deepening rumble a clear sign of his joy. "My sisters are amused by it, I don't talk much with my older siblings anymore." She offers somewhat distantly. "When we are cleared though, I want to visit them, my younger siblings. I think they will love Akluseth." "I'm sure they will," Ysaera threads her fingers through her hair and finally leans back, relaxing against the chair's back. "Especially if you surprise them, and he's as frisky as he is now," she grins, watching as Nykievth prances forward right into the muddy spray. That's right, more of that. She vanes her wings, her mottled coloring at home in the rain and dirt. Her tail lashes in retaliation, sending puddle water to her brown sibling. Fair's fair! Akluseth hops up, so that most of the spray hits his belly, and brings his forepaws down in a mighty (at least in his own head) Squelching splash returning her tail splash with one of his own, rumbling encouragingly. Edyis draws her brows together with a huff. "He wears me out, and this is coming from someone who used to be able to subsist on maybe five hours of sleep a night." She snorts. "Still he's sweet in his own way, it was kind of cute watching him protect Aeaeth or it would have been if Yesia hadn't gone batty over it. He and Jorrth teamed up and hunted together too, that was adorable. Then again, Jorrth is always adorable." Ysaera grins and pushes to her feet. "I am grateful they can hunt now. It at least gives us back some time that we aren't spending cutting up meat, yeah?" Nykievth is all about rolling in the water and sending mud waves back at Akluseth. "You got a good one, Edyis," Ysaera states with aa half-smile. "You'll have to tell me about what happened, but first I'm going to let her play for a bit while I get dressed in dry clothes and warmed up. I can bring you something warm to drink when I get back if you'd like?" "That would be lovely, I'm sure Akluseth would be all too happy to keep her entertained. She seems like she doesn't mind his ... boyishness." The former scribe grins, as her attention returns to her notes. "She doesn't mind at all." Ysaera turns to go, and pauses thoughtful. "She's a strange creature," a muse that's left to hang on the air before the green weyrling turns and heads deeper into the barracks. At some point, there will be a return with a pair of mugs full of something warm and tasty, but for now it is an exit, stage left. |
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