Logs:First Contact
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| RL Date: 27 June, 2015 |
| Who: Ead, Isabeau, Ka'ge |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: The morning after the hatching, weyrlings bond (and glower) over an early feeding. |
| Where: Weyrling Barracks, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 12, Month 2, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Clear as a bell, the sun shines in pale winter skies, though an occasional sharp breeze blows. |
| OOC Notes: It sounds like the hatching happened before midnight so I'm assuming that the date for the morning after is correct, sorry for the fudging! |
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>---< Weyrling Barracks, Fort Weyr >-----------------------------------------<
Through the entrance to the barracks, one is immediately presented with
the door to the Weyrlingmaster's Staffroom to the left, while a path
leading forward and a path to the right lead to two separate chambers,
allowing two classes to be housed with their fellows. Each high-ceilinged
chamber contains two neat rows of cots, each bed with its top to the wall,
enough to house at least thirty weyrlings and their growing dragons.
Placed at strategic intervals between the rows are barrels of oil, clean
buckets and other equipment needed for dragon care or the cleaning of the
premises. Windows are concealed by heavy drapes, but can be opened to
provide fresh air and sunlight. Glowbaskets line the walls for nighttimes
lighting.
Each weyrling pair is provided with a bed, a bedside table, and a trunk
for their belongings. Beside each bed is a smooth indentation in the floor
to serve as a wallow for growing dragons. If required, fresh linens and
materials for wallows can be collected from the tall unit of drawers and
collection of barrels at the very back of each room. It was only a short time ago that night gave way to day, and the early morning light is doing its best to slip past the heavy drapes that guard the windows of the barracks. For the new weyrlings, it may seem like only moments ago that they fell asleep after the unexpectly early hatching, but young bellies need constant filling, and hides need oiling. Several are already beginning to stir, roused by hungry dragons. Ead is not among them, at least initially. Caidelyth is awake, and sits beside her chosen, patiently waiting for her to wake up of her own accord. The little green is hungry, but not so hungry that she'll deny Ead her rest. But in spite of the green's best intentions, the dragon's hunger and Ead's hunger are one and the same. With a quiet groan, the girl's eyes flutter open. "Food." Grunt. With one soft touch for the patient green, Ead begins a sleepy search for meat with Caidelyth at her heels. There are beds. There are wallows for the dragons. Guess which one of them is more comfortable? Well, bed, obviously. And I'dro is in possession of a dragon who is, if only for a very short time, very small. The end result of this is that at this moment, he is sleeping quite soundly on his stomach, with the pillow right over his head, and his dragon nestled quite comfortably stretched out the length of his back. Her head rests right on that pillow. Not a sustainable arrangement, of course. If nothing else, he must be sleeping like the dead in order not to have dislodged her by now. Banth had to get the idea from somewhere, she gives a tongue curling yawn, nosing a pile of blonde locks and heavy quilts. Poke, poke, poke, goes the left paw, then the right until a rumbling groan is emitted from the pile. "Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm up, I'm up." The birds nest, that is hair rising as Isabeau peers sleepily around the barracks. Between rubbing the sleep from her eyes she catches Ead's grunt. "Did they have a bucket somewhere?" One pajama leg rolled up the other down as she manages to pry herself from the warmth of her bed. Ka'ge had slept in the barracks, a novel thing in and of itself, but he'd truely had no option this time. Even though only a handful of hours had been given for rest before some dragonets begun to stir, he's awake already and sitting up, digging through a sack of what must be his personal effects delivered from the candidate's barracks the night before. He still dawns his tattered, bloody robe, stained worse with redwort now that the rest has dried and aged over the hours. But given the search he's currently involved in, he must be looking to change that fact. Zymadiath is curled up at the foot of the cot, still on the bedding himself. Each with their own bandage dressing over their chests, though neither feigning a need for bedrest because of it. The young man is not unaware of those who start moving, particularly the familiar Ead, but he raises no attention towards her. Rather, it's the bronze whose slowly whirling, patiently sedate eyes follow after them, as do shadows. Reaching for the mind of Caidelyth and any close by enough to be touched by him, curling, writhing shadows creep from the edges, forming and unforming, becoming and unbecoming, never quite tangible. The sensation of hello is in that darkness, unpleasant in feeling but not unfriendly. Ead surveys the barracks through squinted eyes, vision blurred by the haze of slumber that she hasn't quite managed to shake off yet. It's probably that still-drowsy state that makes her answer to Isabeau so soft-spoken, "I don't know. Maybe they want us cutting our own meat already." Just after dawn, with no training? She gives a little shake of her head to cut through the haze. "No, there must be buckets." Caidelyth, ever helpful, is quick to follow her nose toward something edible. At the strange touch of Zymadiath's mind, her head swings around to survey the bronze with a curiously whirling gaze. There's a moment of discomfort as the darkness touches her, but that unflappable kindness accepts that unpleasantness and a shimmering greeting in return. Darkness isn't a discomforting thing to Banth, at least from the glowing whirls of green and purple vapor popping through the dark, glowing softly. Caidelyth seems to have the right idea though and with Isabeau in tow, she too moves to the buckets of tasty morsels. "Anyone else feel like they've had a stampede of herd beast running through their brain?" The bronze dragonet's shadows do not pale in the face of the shimmering, their utter darkness impenetrable and simply there. Dark head turns to survey the others now risen- Banth, Nasmaeth. But for his part, that seems enough. Ka'ge finds what he'd been searching for- not a difficult quest indeed with there not being much in the sack- and pulls from it his usual clothing. With care it's pulled on, the robe shed, and hood pulled up over his head. Comfort's in that, thumb and forefinger touching the peak of it to make it so. "Or you can just go out and hunt something down." Comes the most beneficial comment. Feet swing over the edge of the cot until he's sitting more upright, now-shaded gaze looking between Isabeau and Ead with his characteristic smugness. Caidelyth expands the bounds of that shimmering joy to include Banth as well, welcoming her sister with the soft tones of the melody that seems to accompany her every thought. Even though the food is right there, it's not until Ead joins her and begins picking out pieces for her to eat that she begins her latest meal. "I don't know if that's the description I'd use," she answers Isabeau as she reaches for another morsel. "I don't think she could cause a stampede if she tried." Tiny, delicate thing that she is. Her gaze finally goes to Ka'ge as he speaks, expression darkening in an instant. "Haven't the two of you received enough injuries for one day?" Both pale brows lift surveying the male with a yawn. "I would rather avoid things that squelch for as long as humanly possible." Chimes in Isa, though Banth has already started using her skull to push the bucket over and making "feed me" eyes at her lifemate. She looks to Ead with a sigh. "They get bigger. Remind me to introduce you to my dad's sometime." "Already flirting? I thought we weren't allowed to do that for awhile." Ka'ge is up, a hand over his chest done out of necessity for the movement than for drawing more attention to it. Zymadiath rises mere inches, a crouch, crawling to the edge of the cot. He should help the dragonet down from it- should, doesn't likely due to some determined exchange of it not being desired. Overly long baby dragon legs reach one at a time over the side of the bed, seeing if one or the other may be long enough to touch the ground. Eventually, he just drops off, a short growl the result of it as he collects his paws beneath him again to follow after the teen as he makes some headway towards the girls. "You don't mind the juices?" Is to Isabeau, his head tipped slightly to one buckets, a brow raised, amused. Ead's nose wrinkles with the word 'squelch', the term itself more offensive to her sensibilities than the idea of any kind of gore. Caidelyth is hard at work chewing as daintily as a dragon can manage, finishing each piece and swallowing before patiently waiting for Ead to offer another. The girl doesn't have to offer a single warning about eating too quickly or too much -- if anything, the green requires encouragement. "I don't mean her size," she answers with an unexpectedly fond expression on her face, her attention largely focused on the green for all that she engages in conversation. "She's just not... like that. I'm sure she'll hunt like she should-" Hopefully. "-but she doesn't seem like she'd stampede." Her mouth shuts abruptly after that, as though she has somehow said too much. She's quite determined to focus on feeding Caidelyth, right up until Ka'ge opens her mouth and she quickly snaps, "I've never flirted with you and I'm not about to start now." The narrowed gaze she fixes on him loses focus, and just for a moment her eyes dart back to the green. There's an almost imperceptible shake of her head, followed by a grimace and then an incredibly reluctant, "... Sorry." Isabeau yawns, "It can't be worse than the Igen feeding grounds, the heat makes for unpleasant odors." Wincing as she reaches a hand in the bucket and pulls out a squishy hunk for the little green to start munching on. Concern tinges those faceted eyes as Zymadiath makes his way less than gracefully, but not so much that she can't continue chewing her meal. Pale blonde brows lift at mention of flirting and a characteristic smirk curls on the blonde's lips. "I think you'd have to have attractive qualities first, before anyone considered flirting." Banth nibbles away contentedly. Ka'ge sits heavily on the bench near Isabeau, a grunt accompanying it. A forearm drops to one of his thighs as he leans forwards. "You don't think I have attractive qualities?" The mock-pain in that question is hardly subtle, his sarcasm more than dripping. Ead's response and subsequent sorry gives the young man pause, and he considers her a moment before slanting his attention to the side, to the bucket of meat. "She's even got you apologizing already?" Zymadiath is not so gentle as his sisters when offered a piece, Ka'ge still seeming in danger of losing a finger tip or two in the way those tiny jaws snap shut. "Slow." is added quietly inbetween pieces to the dragonet. Ead laughs out loud at Isabeau's rejoinder, giving the other girl an approving nod. "That's the best way to handle him, I've found." Tiring of her crouch, Ead settles on the ground properly with legs crossed while Caidelyth works her way through another morsel. It doesn't take long for Ka'ge to attract her attention again, and her pale eyes narrow to a glare at his words. There's a long pause, and in spite of the tightness in her jaw she seems as though she's just about to spit out more angry words... but Caidelyth is there. In the end, she simply grits out, "Apparently." Whatever else she might like to say is stifled by the listening ears arond them. Isabeau feeds another squelchy chunk to a delighted Banth. Blue-green eyes are shifting to study her compatriots. For Ka'ge, there's an easy smirk. "Too early to say, probably. I find it's about 50/50 with those who ride bronze." There's a wry smile for Ead, "Grew up around plenty of his type, I'd hope by this point I'd learn something of how to deal with them." Ka'ge's eyes are watchful as he studies Ead's reaction, as observant as ever, just slightly shadowed by his hood at this angle. But his shadows hide little for now, the wryness of his grin spreading until the expression lines his face with that amusement. "So sweet of her." His attention is drawn to Isabeau though at her description and assessment, "My type?" He can't really restrain a breathy, light chuckle at that. "If you learn how to deal with me, you let me know." There's a wink for her, perhaps dropping himself further in that bucket of stereotypes- on purpose? Zymadiath, mid-chew, tilts his head towards Banth, a curiosity in that. Darkness reaches out, the depth untold, vying, writhing at the periphery threatening to overtake. But they never would, as they instead draw into his gravelly, deep mindvoice « Mine finds yours very amusing. Is she trying to be? » While Ead might be somewhat stifled in what she feels comfortable saying in front of the young green, that doesn't stop her from 'accidentally' flinging a piece of meat from the bucket in Ka'ge's direction. "Oh, I slipped," is her ever-so-innocent comment as to the mishap. Caidelyth cocks her head and seems to consider this, but whatever conclusions she may draw are defeated by the offer of yet another piece of meat. "I don't think he's quite the type you think he is," she warns the other girl, with a knowing look darted toward the new bronzerider. That almost friendly warning doesn't last, however. Almost as soon as her previous sentence ends, she tags on, "Then again, maybe he is. How should I know?" Isabeau laughs with the wink tossing back that tangled mass of blonde with a flash of her throat. "I'll keep that in mind bronze boy." She teases easily feeding another chunk to the greedy green who proceeds to eye the Human intruding upon her territory. The slip of magenta vapors and glowing sparks bat at the darkness, tangling with it where able. « She is mine, of course, she's amusing! » Almost indignant. Of course, with the loud squelching slap of goppy meat slapping against an unprotected face, it's about to get a great deal more amusing. "Well, I'm awake now, but lets avoid face meat in the future hm?" Ka'ge may be handicapped, but his mind is no longer slowed now that the teas have mostly worn off, and he sits up as the slimey tidbit of herdbeast is flung in his general direction and thusly more in the direction of Isa. Ead's warning is given a glance out of the corner of his eye. A warning? It doesn't seem serious enough to be one, but it also amounts to no more than that as she adds to her initial comment. The fact his small bronze has not yet been oiled completely is coming back to haunt him rather savagely at this point, Ka'ge finding himself scratching at his forearms beneath his dark-dabbled sleeves. Zymadiath is licking at his talons as his sister's reply comes; his shadows are but figments, impossible to catch, not forming anything real enough to fathom into a shape or concept; receeding at pursuits yet never vanishing. « No one can always be amusing. » His reach is open to both of his sisters, of course, not practiced enough to narrow in appropriately beyond speaking with his rider. There's a shake of his head at Isa's comment, before he adds, "I should get him oiled." As much as he can, anyway. Ead's eyes go wide when her little slip goes flying into a face that doesn't belong to the pesky boy she'd intended. One hand (the one that hasn't been handling meat) goes up over her mouth in a badly smothered laugh. "I'd apologize, but..." Those words end on a shrug. "I will aim better next time, though." She looks pointedly at Ka'ge, arching a brow at the one she's holding responsible for that little mishap. Caidelyth is content to allow her siblings to converse for a time, but as Zymadiath's comments turn more judgmental, there's a sparkle of awareness before the sapphire-toned jewels of her consciousness gently intrude upon the conversation. There is a diamond-willed strength to her, even though she speaks without force. « She can be anything Banth believes her to be, Zymadiath. I am sure the same is true of yours. » Isabeau sparks his and crack before popping completely out of existence a sign of anger from the green, or at the very least that she deigns not to dignify his statement with a response. Isa just laughs. "I deserve it for fraternizing with the enemy?" She teases warmly, as though to finish Ead's sentence. "I take it back Ka'ge; you are probably more trouble than I initially thought." But there's warmth and amusement in those words. "I want a bath. Think anybody mind if I dragged her to the bathing caverns?" Ka'ge stands with intention to move on, eyes intermittently glazed as if the entwined with a more private conversation. Coming back to the present, hooded head nods slightly, "You keep working on that." He says in regards to Ead's throwing, followed in short by a small shrug. "I think they'd complained more if you sat around smelling until she went to sleep." The rest of what she says gets no reply, and he's already moving towards the oiling cans for a second attempt to ease the overwhelming itchiness that plagues them both. Zymadiath's smugness comes in the form of those distorted dark forms of nothingness, crawling, slithering, more present the more his darkness is pushed. To Caidelyth's strength-laden reproach, « So you think. » A pause, curious, amused and arrogant as the crackling and popping shifts the edges of his shadows. It's most likely because his attention is drawn by the concept of taking care of his hide that the darkness of his mind becomes more solid and ebs away from dominating the mindpool, and not because he particularly feels bad for what he said. It seems that feeding time as at an end, as Ead raises another piece of meat and Caidelyth politely declines the delicacy. There is, however, the matter of an increasingly itchy hide which needs tending, which causes the girl's lips to purse. She distracts herself from whatever it is about oiling that causes such a reaction by responding to Isabeau, agreeing with a frank, "Yes. Never forget the dangers of fraternizing." She wipes her hands on the legs of her pants, getting meat juice all over her clothes. It seems no one ever taught her to wash her hands. "Just come up with an excuse now and go anyway," she suggests as she slowly stretches out her legs and begins to get to her feet. Caidelyth daintly steps her way toward the promise of oil, while Ead seems to lag behind. The little green offers one last melodic shimmer of deep blues, undeterred by the darkness that flows from Zymadiath. « This I know. » is her quietly observed reply, before she allows that ethereal presence to retreat. Isabeau laughs scooping up the bristly green who is still glaring at her clutch brother. "If we don't come back in an hour I probably drowned." Which serves as her farewell since she is grabbing some clothes and a bottle of oil on her way out. |
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