Logs:Life Changes
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| RL Date: 25 April, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Jo |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: An encounter at the Lake results in reflections on Weyrlinghood. |
| Where: Sheltered Lakeside Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: 15D 8M 37T I10, summer night |
| Mentions: R'hin/Mentions, Gretvyn/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to edit, correct, and alter away! |
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>---< Sheltered Lakeside Ledge, High Reaches Weyr >--------------------------<
The far side of the lake gets much less foot traffic - there's less grass,
due to the poorer soil, and the bed of the lake is muddy and not at all as
nice to walk in. But a small stand of four willow trees with long branches
hanging low and swinging in the breeze provides some relief from the sun
during the heat of the day. A pair of small curved benches sit underneath
the trees. The ground rises up sharply towards the northwest end of the
lakeside, and the waterfall that feeds the lake thunders downwards there,
foaming the water and creating a fine mist in the air that distorts the
light.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Edyis F 20 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 0s
Jo F 33 5'8" wiry, black hair, brown eyes 17s
---------------------------------< Objects >--------------------------------
[Akluseth]
----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------
Lake Out
>-----------------------------------------< 15D 8M 37T I10, summer night >---< A frequent sight at the lake these days, Edyis has learned to take advantage of her lifemate's affinity for the water. It's a little after supper, Rukbat hanging low and heavy. The pair is away from the rest of those visiting the lake, Edyis barefoot with her breeches rolled up just above the knee, in flat tidy folds about an inch high. Akluseth, is swimming the brown moving adroitly through the water, and crooning to his lifemate. One might almost imagine the cries of look what I can do! Maybe the shadowy blue could be seen dropping from the sky above. If not, Tacuseth's arrival would be abrupt as the blue makes a landing not too far from where the new weyrling pair is. Jo dismounts quick enough on dry land before the blue dragons bugles his arrival and makes a smooth dive into the cool waters. They must have recognized the pair since Jo approaches in her easy gait, her dark and shrewd gaze lingering on Akluseth before she comments aloud, "So this is the man of the hour." If Edyis happens to look her way, an incline of her head is given with a lopsided grin. "Looks like some congratulations are in order." That she was not present for the Hatching is probably apparent. "Mm, Perhaps, though I imagine there is at least one person who lost a few wagers that day on the sands." She offers with a gentle smile, fingertips skimming the top of the water. Akluseth is on the blue in an instant, no not literally on him. The smaller brown darting over to swim around the (comparatively) enormous blue, and may even attempt to dart between his paws. "Still feels... unreal. Good thing I placed lots of bets, besides the one against my own impression." Tacuseth, it seems, is draw for weyrling dragons. The large blue floats lazily in the water, spreading his wings out as the little brown swims close. One eye watches him and his tail flicks at the water in a playful manner while his black leather clad rider watches them with a critical eye. "Didn' think ya'd be a bettin' girl," Jo notes idly as she watches, pacing just a bit. "Did'ja folks show up at the dinner? What's his name?" Of course Tacuseth could easily get it himself, but the bluerider asks anyway. The tail flick, may have been a bad idea. Akluseth is on it, trying to pounce the trailing appendage with all his glorious (awkward) efforts. The flame licked-brown is a man of action after all. Edyis, chuckles then, at least until parents are mentioned. "No... no, they weren't." Something in her tone suggests that it wasn't a slight on her families' part. "Akluseth." Indulging in the syllables as she speaks them. The tail just keeps on going, it being the only active part on one blue dragon floating in the water. That tail always manages to slip out of any pouncing attempts Akluseth may put on it, flicking a bit of water on the little dragon each time it fails. Jo is now studying Edyis a she speaks, hands in her jacket pockets as she takes in aby subtleties she catches before she says, "Shit, sorry...are they...?" Perhaps she got from her tone that they were dead, watching her closely. As for the given name, "Akluseth," she echoes it, nodding once. "Nice. Seems to fit ya. He's beautiful." Her observation is finally given, and perhaps it's too genuine since she doesn't linger on it. "My two best friends ride on brown," she boasts proudly now with a smile. "M'ron. Kait. Seems less reckless than those of us that ride blues. Good folks." Edyis brushes a stray strand of hair from her face as she nods, smiling apologetically. "No, it's fine. He was gone before I ever came to Reaches, and my stepmother I lost last summer." As though reciting facts from a history book, careful not to let any emotion touch her voice. "I imagine she would have loved Alkuseth, though... she also approved of R'hin, so her judgment might be questionable." The scribe murmurs absently. Akluseth is hardly discouraged by his lack of success; rather it spurrs him to continue trying. Utterly focused on the blue's tail. Watching that carefully controlled face, "Ya don' like lettin' anythin' show, don'cha?" Jo observes aloud, perhaps putting Edyis on the spot. "Yer...stepma' approved of R'hin?" There's a bit of surprise showing on her face before she adds, "Interestin'. He's charmin' when he wants to be, so, I wouldn' be that surprised. I bet she would have liked me too, if I put enough aim in it." At least the boast lacks most of the usual arrogance that comes with it as she finally sits down near the weyrling. After a moment of watching the dragons at play - Tacuseth continues to flick that tail all over the place now for the little one to chase - "So, how do ya feel?" she asks quietly, glancing her way. She doesn't clarify what she means, either. "Creature of habit." She answers of letting things show, and it's only when Jo says the name that Edyis realizes that she had spoken the name aloud. Blame explaining things verbally to Akluseth for the last month. There's a soft laugh, as though at some private joke. "She might have, of course she might have also called you trouble from the instant she laid eyes on you. He was an acquaintance of the healer that looked after her ..." At the end goes unvoiced. Of her own feelings, her expression goes blank, watching the little brown chase after that tail, more and more determined with every miss and near miss. "Uncertain. I was never one of those people who believed that they were destined to meet another half of themselves on the sands. Never expected to impress, either. It was one of those things that I just felt like needed to be done before I could move on with my life." "Makes me wonder what's really underneath that shell," Jo notes, amusement touching that heavy tone of hers. "What'cha really think in that head of yers. Think ya missed yer callin' to harperin', darlin'." She grins more on the answer given about R'hin - about her stepmother - and a shrug is doled out as she says, "I dunno what ya mean by trouble," with open innocence. Turning sober, "Sorry 'bout yer folks, though. Can' say I know what that's like'n all. Don' remember my ma. Wish I could forget my father." Tacuseth whuffles a sound in the water as his tail splashes around and dangling the tip right above Akluseth's head. When Edyis answers the last, "And now?" she prompts with interest. "Now that ya have him? Won' be easy, either," she adds, nodding towards the dragons. "Them in yer head, diggin' to know yer innermost secrets." "Not missed, just... redirected." Edyis laughs, dark eyes shifting then to the rider. "I could say the same of you Jo." Her gaze doesn't linger long, and when the conversation turns sober she lets out a soft breath. "Sorry. About your mother." And of Jo's father, her eyes shift to the bluerider. "Seems like for every decent parent I have encountered in my life, there are about a hundred of the other variety." Of having Akluseth? She continues to watch as he snorts, watching the blue dangle that tail above him. It's at this point the little beast tries a different tactic, going for a paw instead. "He doesn't dig so much as... washes things away. Makes it hard to focus on things, easier to be distracted." Her brows draw together faintly, "Which has it's advantages and disadvantages I imagine." Jo says, "How so?" Jo asks on what's being underneath, the smile just a touch secretive despite the oblivious question. She shrugs on the matter of her mother before she states, "Too long ago to even comment on, darlin'. Barely even remember what she looked like." Her father seems to get no further comments. Looking to the dragons now, "Tac would dig," she relates on them with a nod towards the prone blue dragon flicking his tail from Akluseth's reach. "He'd dig up things I'd bury so deep....and the endless questions." Yeah, she understands about distractions. "Maybe washin' them away isn' so bad in comparison?"" "You can't have all my secrets in the first go." Edyis replies, dark eyes glittering with the too easy smile. Talk of dragons, however, has the expression fading slightly, growing more pensive. "Maybe not. Then again, I'm not sure I have much buried too deeply. Before I came to Reaches, I was what you would expect from the daughter of a prosperous Holder. Well mannered, quiet, obedient, didn't openly dream of more." She tilts her head watching the dragons, "Impressing feels a bit like those first few months I spent here after being left on the sands. As many opportunities opened as are closed by it. So much has changed; I've changed. I'm almost afraid to discover how much more I am going to change because of him." "And here I thought ya were tryin' to ask for mine," is Jo's quick return on secrets, her coy ploy gone. "A harper to the end, weyrlin'." She falls silent on the talk of change, her gaze going towards the dragons. It's only towards the end, after a long pause, that she speaks. "Well," she exhales the word, chin lifting just a bit, "might as well get used to the idea of change, darlin'. Don' be like me," a hand fluttering in her own direction. "I resisted almost all of weyrlin'hood 'til I wised up. Accepted it. Accepted him," and she nods towards the large blue dragon. "Ain' gonna lie to ya, it's gonna suck for awhile. Yer gonna do things yer ain' gonna like or want. Yer ain' goin' to be able to do things ya want like before. Worse of it all, ya won' have the warm comfort of booze to getcha through all of it, either." Jo gives her a meaningful look on that point. "But, it gets better. Eventually, it gets better'n ya won' even wanna fight the change. Shit, I'm still the same bitch that walked into this Weyr with only a mark in her pocket'n enough anger to burn the Reaches mountains. Jo two-point-oh gotta lot more'n one mark to her name, 'n she ain' nowhere near as angry like she was before she Impressed. Sometimes, change is good." Edyis chuckles at that. Listening as Jo speaks, as though marking it down somewhere in memory before it gets washed away. "I think... that is what scares me the most. The idea that suddenly I am much less because of him, I've been so used to standing on my own two feet..." She trails and stops. "No that isn't true either. I've had people to lean on, to rely on. Just haven't wanted to admit it, even to myself." She swallows then, exhaling. "I imagine you had quite a bit to be angry about." Looking to Jo then. "Doubt ya'll ever be less," Jo says with a soft snicker. "And, it ain' bad, relyin' on him," she looks pointedly towards Akluseth. "I mean, Tac's like havin' my own partner in crime. The adventures we've had," and it's with a dramatic sigh and a smile before she returns to the seriousness of the topic. "Anyway, Ya are who ya say ya are. Don' ever forget it as he grows. Ya can still be Edyis and a damn 'rider." Advice from Jo, one can expect it to be a bit unorthodox. "Anyway," she goes on, running a hand through her wild hair before addressing the last. "Yeah, I did. I was that angry kid. Taikrin, my own wingleader, searched me'n brought me here. I dunno, maybe she thought me bein' 'round normal folk would help me blow off some steam or somethin'. Didn' expect I would Impress, either, and there definitely weren' anybody 'round to congratulate me when I did other'n the folks here. I was nowhere near charmin', either." A hand to indicate herself and her ego, perhaps before chuckling. "Yeah, I guess that's what all changed with me," she says with a slight shrug. "But, part of me thinks I've always been like this, even before. Just, it took a dragon to bring it outta me. Like Akluseth will with you." The weyrling seems to consider that. Maybe more because it's Jo who says it. She listens as the bluerider talks about being searched, about who she was before, as though trying to imagine it. Akluseth growing tired, but more determined than ever to catch that tail glances briefly in his rider's direction before resuming his efforts. "Well congratulations then, sure it's a few years too late." Her smile turning wry, "So I have Tacuseth to blame for your charms." While Akluseth is tiring, it doesn't look like Tacuseth is. Now, he's adding in his left wing into the chase, lifting it and dropping it and making sure it's not landing in the same place each time. Laughing, "Oh, I've long made up for the lack when I graduated," Jo answers with a slight wink. "Once we got our weyr, anyway. Tac would take the blame for how horrible I've turned out, yeah." There's more laughter on that before she's slowly getting to her feet. "One thing I've learned, darlin'? People're gonna talk anyway," she notes with a look to the weyrling. "Might as well be who ya are, right? Tac!" She calls to her blue, perhaps signaling playtime being over. To Edyis, "Should be interestin'," she adds over her shoulder, the smirk playful. "Seein' who you turn out to be in the end." There is something far more suggestive of her lifemate's recklessness than her own in the grin that Edyis flashes Jo, as the woman comments on 'being who you are.' Even as she starts moving to drag the all too happy brown back in to shore. "Chances are you might be the first to find out." Tacuseth finally drags himself free of the lake as Jo snorts to Edyis's return and shakes her head. "Yeah, I bet I will," she lightly teases back. "Maybe that dragon of yers will draw out someone just as troublesome....though most 'riders on brown I've met are pretty balanced." Once her dragon is near, she turns towards the weyrling and adds, "Headin' to my weyr," she says, resecuring her jacket. "Just wanted to check out the little'un and see ya off. I'll stop by sometime, check on ya. Be good, Holdbred." Yeah, she's still calling her that as she chuckles at the name given and prepares to head out. |
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Alida (00:25, 26 April 2015 (EDT)) said...
I like seeing these two interact. :)
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