Logs:What a Difference
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| RL Date: 27 October, 2015 |
| Who: Ellerey, Virisceth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: There's some progress between reluctant (on the human end) lifemates. |
| Where: HRW: Weyrling Barracks |
| When: Day 7, Month 2, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Snow. |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions, J'vain/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Backdated. |
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| The first two days of Virisceth's life were the most awful for Ellerey. The baby green had had to be watched almost every waking moment, given her penchant not only for boundless curiosity and independence, but also because of her feralness and her willingness to test anyone around her. She was just...creepy. Creepy in looks, in motion, perhaps in personality, as well. VIrisceth's mind was alien to Ellerey; a twisting and dark labyrinth composed of viscous fluid and resinous passages that created a bizarre, honeycombed network of constantly shifting passages. Down certain of those routes lurked myriad, terrible things, and Elle had fled from nearly all of them in terror. Terror of the beast that had chosen her. It was on the third day of their bonding that the woman managed to discover another mental passage in her lifemate's mind, and it gave Ellerey a little hope that her dragon wouldn't finally drive her mad. She'd found the 'place' after taking every scrap of the Weyrlingmaster staff's advice and direction she could - then pulling herself up harshly by her own bootstraps - and taking a -purposeful- but cautious plunge into their shared head-space. That particular dark passage grew slowly brighter with a glow something akin to sunlight, though nothing really ever came into focus. Protected deep within the heart of this maze was a chamber, and within it lay...surprise. Not for Virisceth, but for Elle. Oh, there were still the lattices of resin, the feeling of humidity and heat that the green always 'emitted,' but there was also warm sunlight overhead in the cavern...and a completely odd and alien 'garden.' Bizarre creepers composed of resin and glossy, dark green leaves twisted all over the place, their occasional 'blossoms' of fleshy pink, warm brown, and carmine more resembling those of flesh-eating spider-dew plants than honest flowers. Towering 'trees' of resin and metal twisted in over-arching glory, their composition both biological and artificial in the same breath...though they were still outlandishly 'lovely.' And, at the very center of the huge mental construct - the only thing that seemed truly alive - were a pair of gigantic, ichor-green cabochon stones, and one cabochon of blood red. They pulsed in time with the heartbeats of their owners, and they touched sides, if not perfectly, seeming to grow from one another. And when Ellerey had finally gathered up enough courage to approach those stones and lay hands upon the green ones, she'd finally understood what this 'place' was. It was Virisceth's unwavering, primal, and astonishingly adoring love of her human half. It was where the two beings 'met' and 'fused' into their complex whole...and Elle understood that - without her human - Virisceth would not only lack this grotesque but beautiful place within, but also the -reason- to live. With Ellerey's dawning comprehension came Virisceth's rasping, somehow-metallic inner croon, and a dark and primal wave of uncomplicated adoration. The baby green had yet to 'utter' a single word to her human, but - after this point - Elle now understood Viri's feelings and images so much better than before. And when they'd both resurfaced from the deeper sharing, dragon eyes that too often spun red were painted in the hues of the sky...with a few tiny scarlet flecks insinuating themselves within a facet, here and there. After keeping her impulse-driven, hissing dragonet from shouldering aside one of her less bold clutchmates in the near-constant quest for food, Ellerey methodically fed Virisceth by hand, said hands now protected from sharp nips of razor teeth by thick canvas gloves. And when the oiling was over, the woman was able to overcome her former revulsion to actually swipe her one hand along soft dragon hide...and was rewarded with a rasping, gutteral croon, a firm press of hide back into oily hands, and a slow rub of the green's nose along her thigh. Oh, there were still many dark passages within Virisceth, with many unpleasant things lurking inside (and out) that Elle likely would never fully understand, but -their- heart -- composed of three distinct 'pieces' -- would be the one to allow them to hopefully do more than merely exist together in doubt and fear. It was a big-enough step in the right direction, and it was enough to make the woman actually smile faintly...her first such expression in two days. It was more than a start, but not quite a promise. |
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