Logs:Unwanted Attention
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| RL Date: 2 July, 2015 |
| Who: Etrevth, Taeliyth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: A curious baby reaches a mind who doesn't want her attention. (And who's busy wooing.) |
| Where: Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 2, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
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| Among the flutter of flurries that sink playfully from clouds to the bowl below, a tiny (relatively) shining speck may be seen from high above. Bejewelled eyes observing the snow as much as the dragons whose maneuvers are ongoing above. It isn't really bad weather for flying, just a smidge of extra challenge and extra chill. The observation of her physical form at such a distance might bring to light a sense that the watching is more than physical. It takes time for her to notice she's been noticed (if she has), but after that not long for the sun to sparkle against the snow-frosted canopy of her mind that keeps hidden its depths, trying to attract a greater part of Etrevth's attention. (To Etrevth from Taeliyth) That the green that Etrevth flies with is proddy, flirtatious-- there is no doubt. Even young Taeliyth can likely feel the difference in the green's mind, even if she cannot understand the cause of it yet. With his focus drawn by his companion, Etrevth does not notice the young gold's intrusion, though it may be unlikely that he would even without the distraction. Yet when she tries, she garners a distinct intoxicating smoke that infuses against sun and snow, seeking its source. (To Taeliyth from Etrevth) If Taeliyth notices the altered state of the green, there's little indication of it in the part of her mind she extends toward Etrevth with another few sparkles that are meant to draw the smoke to her, though not so immediately as to be face to face with him, so to speak, but rather a bit of a game-- a puzzle, a mystery. Not the shadowy sort, but the sort that teases the mind into wakefulness and exercise of higher functions. It's the sort of thing that's at odds with what the green might be thinking. « Does it matter to her? » She finally asks, earthy presence suffused with curiosity not entirely befitting a baby. « That you fly with her now? Before? » Before sex. Sex which is not a wholly foreign idea to her mind, if of little interest to it beyond how it might be put to a purpose. (To Etrevth from Taeliyth) « Does it matter? » poses Etrevth back to Taeliyth, that smoke hazing against her mind and yet, not particularly intrigued by her games. There is a certain disregard for her color, for her that she likely hasn't encountered with many brown or bronze dragons yet, inherited from his rider's feelings on rank. Yet, even he can't completely ignore instinct, and the intoxicated focus is pulls from the green. (To Taeliyth from Etrevth) « I'm the baby, you tell me. » The baby asking about sex. Taeliyth doesn't really mean to draw his attention away from the green, over much; after all, she's not going to be having sex for quite a long time (thank Faranth) and there's no saying that she'll want to have it with Etrevth even when she does one day want to have it. The green is thusly by far the surer bet if sex is what he wants from female companionship today. The dismissiveness does take her by surprise and it narrows her focus, intrigued. « You don't like me? » is guessed with the very direct, « Why? » (To Etrevth from Taeliyth) No, no, no, repeats drunkenly in Etrevth's mind, the burn of alcohol edging his thoughts as he earns her narrowed focus. If she is expecting more of an answer to either of her questions, she receives none, though there is a certain touch of humor on the brown's part for not providing them. (To Taeliyth from Etrevth) The focus narrows yet further. Is that what he wanted? If not, tough. Taeliyth's mind lays out paths in front of the brown. Some look pleasant and others... Well. The brown could choose better ways. « What is your name? » is direct and now suspicious. Choose a path, Etrevth. (To Etrevth from Taeliyth) « What would the fun in that be, little Taeliyth? » teases that intoxicated mind against hers. There is no answer there, whatever path that brings him down. (To Taeliyth from Etrevth) « You find it fun to keep your name from a baby? » The word 'weird' (and in the sketchy way) hangs heavy in her mind without actually being said. « Besides, how I can help you with her if I don't know your name? Women love men who love babies, you know. » Does he? Does she? Perhaps she's just guessing. And aren't greens a little different than 'women'? The details of that might be overlooked given Taeliyth's snappy delivery. (To Etrevth from Taeliyth) « And why would you think I would need your help, little Taeliyth? » Now, it seems, Etrevth is just mocking her with the use of her own name, a laugh held in his thoughts that certainly sounds a lot like his rider's. It is clear that he is laughing at the gold, at the accusation of being weird, at it all. (To Taeliyth from Etrevth) « Well, » Taeliyth seems reluctant to say it. After all, it's not the kind of thing you just say to a stranger dragon. But he asked, so... she weighs this point. « You kind of smell. » Even if he doesn't. « I'm not saying it's a bad thing, of course, » she presses on, « just maybe it's not for everyone, so I figure a little extra baby cutes can only help you. » She sparkles at him warm and sunshiny on that mental snow of hers. If she's bothered by the mocking, at least it's not showing in a display of temper... yet. (To Etrevth from Taeliyth) Only another echo of laughter meets Taeliyth's answer. The intoxicating smoke puffs its amusement against her mind, before it twists and lets itself get caught on the wind as Etrevth in the sky above finds a thermal to bring him brushing near the green and then past her, showing off. (To Taeliyth from Etrevth) There's silent observation from the little gold on the ground. After some moments, her biting amusement can answer whatever lingers of his. « Well, the good news is, she knows your name. » On the bright sight, Taeliyth didn't try to make Etrevth tell her. « The bad news is, she does agree you smell a little. Especially when you pass upwind. » Nevermind that she hasn't said that the green doesn't mind the manly smell, if indeed its anything other than just a suggestion to a suggestible mind. These are the sorts of details it can be sometimes helpful to leave out. Even if two can play at her game. (To Etrevth from Taeliyth) « Are you satisfied then, little Taeliyth? » Etrevth questions as she solves the riddle of his name, his distinct smell imaginary against her senses, since she certainly couldn't inhale it from where she is. (To Taeliyth from Etrevth) « You would like it far too much if I were, » Taeliyth tells him too sweetly for it to be any kind of affirmative. « Why do you dislike me? » It's questioned again, an experiment repeated. She might have to start guessing if there's no answer forthcoming. (To Etrevth from Taeliyth) Etrevth does not answer in any forthcoming manner. Certainly, the curls of intoxicating smoke twine away from Taeliyth for a while until he is drawn inextricably back. « Because you will think you are important. » Because she is important, is an echo of that. (To Taeliyth from Etrevth) « Sunshine, » Taeliyth tells him with a solid one hundred percent confidence, « I am important. But that has very little to do with anything you know anything about. Yet. » Her answer is cheeky, but innocently so. This isn't about color, for her. (To Etrevth from Taeliyth) It may not be about color for her, but it is clear that Taeliyth's answer is interpreted that way by the brown dragon above, hitting the wrong mark with him. He doesn't answer, or acknowledge, before that intoxicating smoke is drawing away completely from her, lost to an oblivion that meets her if she tries to pursue. (To Taeliyth from Etrevth) As the smoke begins to draw more thoroughly away from her, there's a sense from Taeliyth's mind of dismissal (not the sort that is permission but rather the sort that might, if her lifemate were inclined to dismiss people at all, come with a roll of the eyes). « Males, » is a muttered judgment as her mind flippantly spins and with a single step along one of her wooded paths, pops - vanishing into nothingness. The forest of her mind hitches on the nothing and is sucked into it until there's nothing left of her touch at all but a tiny sparkle of sun, and then that too, is gone. (To Etrevth from Taeliyth) |
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