Logs:Wherever We Land
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| RL Date: 5 August, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Yesia |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Aeaeth and Akluseth play a game; Edyis and Yesia |
| When: Day 16, Month 6, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly warm evening. A breeze tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the air. |
| Mentions: Bristia/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions |
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>---< Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr(#276RJs) >-------------------------------<
The rest of the bowl may be barren, grass barely surviving at best, but
here by the lake, it's brilliantly green in the warmer months: thickening
and thriving in the silty, boulder-dotted soil just before it transitions
to soft sand and thence to the cool, clear water itself.
A large freshwater lake fed by a low waterfall, it not only provides
warm-weather bathing space for humans and dragons, but has one end fenced
off as a watering hole for the livestock in the feeding grounds. The water
there is often muddier than the rest of the clear lake, whose shallows
drop off abruptly several yards out into deep water, and whose edge
undulates against the coarse-hewn bowl wall: here close enough to just be
bramble-covered rocks, there far enough away that a narrow land bridge
divides the main lake from a smallish pond. Between are several rocky
outcroppings that form excellent makeshift diving points, though only one
-- across the bridge -- has a set of narrow, slippery, quite possibly
tempting stairs. It's a crowded day on the shores, for good reason. With the sun high and the sky clear, it's hard not to take advantage of summer while it decides to linger. There are plenty of children in the water, a small gathering of people on the diving cliff, even a few people just sunning on the sands. A handful of riders are in the water with their dragons, scrubbing or splashing at one another, and Yesia's among this number in a tiny swimsuit. She may once have been scrubbing Aeaeth, but now she's surfacing from being dunked, laughing. "You!" she yells at the green without malice, and Aeaeth begins swimming away with a triumphant bugle. It takes a certain amount of practice, but Ed is sprawled over a section of Akluseth's back between his wings stretched out lazily while the brown swims in circles, looking to all appearances to be asleep. Aeaeth gets a warm trill of greeting which does nothing to disturb the brownrider. Aeaeth's in a good mood, and doesn't warble back. It's a bugling day, and she does just that. « You should play with us! I am winning, so you can be on my team! » Seems fair, right? Yesia's adjusted her posture so she can swim after her dragon, and Aeaeth flicks a tail at her gently. It's enough to splash her good, but not so much to harm her or sink her -- just waylay. « You win if you dunk them more times than they avoid you. » Pause, a glance back, and a sweet, coercive, and sneaky sounding, « Yours should play. » « You just dunk them? » Akluseth wonders of the sleeping brownrider on his back. It's a perfect day for mischief it would seem because he's angling his back, just so. Sending Edyis into the chilly water. When she surfaces its sputtering in shock with a string of explicatives that children's ears are covered for. "What the hell." Then she sees Yesia, and clearly this is her fault. « Ok this is fun. » He admits to the green 'assisting' with a nice tail slap to further douse the humans. « Well, yes! But you get more points if you're tricky. » These rules are starting to seem arbitrary, aren't they? « Ten points! » she announces when Edyis falls, and then Yesia's yanking on Aeaeth's tail, probably planning on scaling the green, except there's more water and Aeaeth still has wings, so they're doused twofold. She splutters up again, wipes the hair from her eyes, and is grinning so uncontrollably, her mood so good, that she can't even stop when she spots Edyis in the water. "Morning!" even though it's now edging into afternoon. Edyis is busy coughing up water and getting it out of her nose. « Ah. So, tipping her in while sleeping is ten points but a tail slap is only? » Genuinely drawn into the game, or at least drawn to the company of the green. "Uh... morning?" Still a bit out of it. She eyes the green, then Yesia as she moves to where she can stand. "That would explain it." Spotting the brown and green. "No good comes from those two interacting." But the dark chuckle that follows suggests she's not particularly bothered by it. "We're playing a game," Yesia says. "I...am unclear on the rules." As is Aeaeth, apparently. There's thoughtfully tripping music as she thinks, « Ummm... » and decides, « Two. Wings are seven, unless you can flip them. » Like this, apparently. Yesia's stopped her pursuit to explain, which makes it easy for Aeaeth to creep behind her, glide a wing beneath the water, and then upsie-daisy. Yesia's scream is half laugh, as she tumbles and then splashes into the water again. « That's fifteen. And they are bad at this. » Edyis cackles when Yesia gets tripped, "I see. Is she willing to tell us what the rules are?" The former scribe wonders. The trick gets an approving rumble from the brown, « I see, your rather good at this aren't you Aeaeth. » Golden light filtering through his ever restless seas. « Let me try...» and his tail is sneaking up to send Edyis back into the drink laughing a little, Yesia's good mood must be infectious. "Do you two play like this often?" She wonders. "She changes them," Yesia explains, but now she's watching Aeaeth closely as opposed to the brownrider. "I think we're supposed to stay above water, but I don't know. Earlier every time I splashed her I won, but now she says that doesn't count anymore." Even so, Yesia splashes Aeaeth as her face gets too close, and the green rears back, shaking her head to clear her muzzle. « Doooo it, » she goads Akluseth at length. « I'll give you....seven, if you get her. » And this, while Yesia shrugs. "Sometimes." "I see, sounds somewhat familiar." The brownrider laughs slicking her hair back from her face, and watching the dragons cautiously. She almost jumps the tail, except that he still catches one of her feet sending her backward sputtering. « Seventeen points!! » He's keeping totals! "I see. So, how do you prepose we show those two whose boss?" Grinning at the greenrider as she picks herself up again. « No! » Aeaeth corrects, slow on the mathmatical uptake. « Seven. Shells, Akluseth, you can't change the rules! Only I can! » But she's not mad. In fact, the ribbons of color that mark her happiness in technicolor shift with a thought, and there is the suggestion of rules being changed again, in secret, behind cover of rainbows. Aeaeth reares back then, and splashes powerfully down. It drenches the riders again, sure, but it also gets Akluseth, and she is pleased with herself when she says, « Fifteen for me, plus two for sneakiness. » Yesia's covering her mouth giggling when that wave falls on them, and she drifts back with the force of it. "The rules changed again," she says, taking the time offered by Aeaeth's distraction to reband her hair in a high ponytail. « Right, so seventeen total! Ten plus seven... » Aklueth can pick his rider's brain for these sorts of things at least. « Does that mean we are tied? » Edyis, looking particularly soggy seems to be sneaking in the direction of her browns nose. "I see." « ...yes, » comes reluctantly after a moment, and then Aeaeth dives under the water and begins circling him like a shark. « But not for long. » Except she seems to have lost track of at least one team, and Yesia's stalking up on Aeaeth too, watching her circling with keen eyes, who can make up their own rules. "It's hard to get the better of them when they're that big," Yesia says, bemused. "This was easier when they were tiny. I could just drop her in the hot springs and win." Edyis grins at her clutchmate, as she sends a wall of water up the distracted brown's nose causing him to snort and flail and splay water everywhere. "True enough, but I'm willing to bet we are still smarter at least." quite pleased with herself. « They sneaked up, be on guard!! » « Yesia doesn't sneak, » Aeaeth tries to assert, even as Yesia suddenly takes a breath and dives forward, grabbing a neckridge and letting Aeaeth carry her along. « She snuck! » sounds alarmed, but pleasantly so, and the green begins doing barrel rolls until Yesia releases, floating to the top again. "Fine," she says, between laughs. "You win." And for Edyis, there's a curious look. "Sorry for interrupting your nap." Edyis laughs even as Akluseth regains his composure enough to headbutt her. « We won? Is it over? » He wonders, as the scribe catches her breath enough to look a little bit surprised at the apology. "Call it even?" She returns mildly with a grin wiping the water from her face. "Dragons happen after all." Aeaeth chimes, « Yes! Victory is ours! » Aeaeth says, apparently content now to just settle into the water now. « Now, we earned a rest. And a scrub. » Scruuuub. "Sure," is easy enough as Yesia draws her hand over Aeaeth's hide, just before it's submerged. Perhaps it's heat stroke that makes her continue, "It's easier getting along with you than it is to sit and fight." « I already had a scrub. Should I make mine help with your scrub? » Akluseth suggests oh so helpfully. Yesia's observation earns another smile over her shoulder, as she's scratching under the brown's chin. "Funny the way that works, isn't it?" There's a softer smile, "You actually can be fun when you aren't being all prickly." "Mmm," says the greenrider lightly, crouching down for a fistful of sand and climbing up Aeaeth's wet hide with some difficulty. She begins scrubbing at the furthest neckridge, and Aeaeth shudders with delight. « Only if she wants. I do not want them to fight. » That would be stupid, because, « We just won and everyone is happy. » Yesia is putting elbow grease on as she says, "This is all almost done. We won't have to put up with each other anymore, all the time, unless we're both very unlucky." Edyis rolls up a soggy sleeve. Possibly at her lifemate's insistence. "You want some help? Ak's already clean." She murmurs looking for the bucket that had their cleaning gear in it. "You seem to be under the impression that I can't tolerate your presence in the slightest, which would be inaccurate to say the least." Yesia puffs out a breath from her exertion, because nearly a turn and lean muscle still doesn't make Yesia anyone who's happy to scrub, but if she can spend two hours on her har a day then she can certainly spend the time scrubbing at Aeaeth's itchy and unreachable spots. Even so, she accepts with a, "Sure, if you want to get right there," under Aeaeth's wing, which the green lifts obligingly for her daily primping. "I don't think that," she says. "I just think distance makes it better." Another puff of air. "Where do you think you'll end up?" The brush is lifted and Edyis seems happy to ablidge the armpit scrubbing, well underwing scrubbing. "Maybe, doesn't mean that I shouldn't try to get along though." For where she'll end up, there's an ambigous shrug, "Not really had any of the wings show much interest, can't say I blame them really. I kinda hoped that maybe I'd fit with Glacier but I don't know that we belong there either. " She shrugs, "Don't get much choice in the matter one way or the other, so I should probably just be gratefull for wherever we land." Aeaeth almost purrs at the application of the brush, and Yesia climbs up her neck three ridges to find another spot with the grit that remains in her hand. "Me neither," is of fitting in, of showing interest in her, "except maybe Iceberg, but I don't..." Shrug. « Thank you, Akluseth, » Aeaeth's bells tinkle, apparently not too silly to note where the gesture under her wing has come from. "He'll probably treat you well, so long as you two are doing whatever." It isn't a dig, but maybe an observation based on his actions rather than Edyis'. "If you had to pick, where would you want to be?" "Home," Yesia says, and it doesn't sound snarky at all. But then, "Maybe Iceberg," she says again, dismissively, stopping her work to look down on Edyis critically, looking for the judgment she suspects is there. "Or - I liked Bristia, but I don't think I understand R'hin. He doesn't take me seriously." What's new? "Sometimes I think it'd be easier to stay in Cirrus." "R'hin." She stops but the scrubbing resumes. "Savannah is a different wing, they are tight knit, but If you could convince Bristia, she is one of the few people I can think of who R'hin might listen to. If you wanted it." Something in her tone seems almost like a balloon slowly deflating. It's her astuteness that makes Yesia's barbs so true when she wants to have target practice, but now she sounds curious. "You want to go to Savannah?" she queries, grabbing another ridge and moving up it, but this time she just sits there, reclining in the sun where she'd sit if she were going to ride, leaning over to look down at her clutchmate. "Savannah doesn't need someone like me." She states evenly, "But if it's some place you are interested in, and you feel that he's the issue, talk to Bristia. She's clever, and knows him better than anybody that I can think of." Working further along the green's hide. "How do you mean?" Yesia asks, genuinely interested. She's done, and maybe Aeaeth is too if the way her wing has started to lower is any indication. "I don't know if I want that. I just...someone has to take me, right?" Edyis exhales softly. "I mean that I have already been told, not to count on a future with Savannah." The admission costing her something, "You will end up somewhere, yes. But you should think about what you two are good at and what you want to do." There's a soft smile, "You're not stupid Yesia, if there's a place you think you might fit. You should try for it. " "I know I'm not," is a bit touchy, even if Yesia should appreciate the observation. "And I know plenty of people still think I am, even though my Harper scores are better than theirs." She's not naming names, but her lips twist into a pout -- or maybe a purse. "Maybe they just know something you don't," the girl suggests, unaffected. Her eyes drift closed as she soaks up the sunlight. "Maybe there's a better place for you. It wouldn't be the first time you missed something because you thought something else was obvious." "Yesia if there is one thing I've learned from this whole mess, it's that everybody knows something I don't." She shakes her head continuing to scrub. "But that still doesn't make you stupid. Maybe a little lacking in social graces, but I can't judge on that front." Edyis shrugs, "Better or worse, some wing will take us. If things don't work out there's always other options, other places to go. I figure I should at least give it my best effort for a few turns and see what comes of it. If anything comes of it." She tilts her head, "I would hope that you would try the same." "Mmm," Yesia says again, dismissive. "You assume I won't try wherever I end up. I just don't think anyone would take my input very seriously if I asked for anything. They don't, usually." At that Yesia begins the descent, which without straps is something of a short waterslide downwards to splash into the water. At least this far towards the front of Aeaeth's body, Edyis might not get splashed. "She says that's okay," the greenrider says when she bobs back to the top. "And thank you." "No that's not what I mean. I mean if there is someplace you want to be. Go for it, until you know for sure that it's impossible." Edyis exhales, "You enjoy twisting people's words don't you." It sounds tired, but lacks the cut of a barb. As she steps away from the green. "You're welcome." Aeaeth rustles her wing back in place and gives Akluseth a meaningful look, the color of her eyes shifting into something verging concern. « We should go, » she says cautiously, though there a clear longing to stay in the water, to play more now that she's been scrubbed and relaxed a bit. « Before they start sniping the way they do. Maybe if we can end them on good notes, they will stop bickering altogether. » Yesia's not exactly of the same mentality, but she shrugs again and says, "Maybe," as she brushes by the greenrider and towards the shore. "I'm sorry yours isn't possible." Edyis smiles, a little. "It's ok, it's my own fault. But at least I've learned from it right? " She looks to the brown who seems to be looking back to Aeaeth. "I just don't want anyone else to have to learn the way I did you know?" For whatever its worth. "Have a good night." She offers pulling herself up on the browns neckridges. Making to depart. "You too," Yesia says, absently. Aeaeth is in her wake when they touch earth, and the redhead finds her towel, her sandals, her belongings, and makes headway towards the bowl proper. |
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