Logs:Homeland Security
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| RL Date: 8 December, 2015 |
| Who: Aidavanth, Virisceth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Virisceth tracks down her sister after Aidavanth moves out of the barracks. |
| Where: Aidavanth's Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 21, Month 6, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: T'gar/Mentions |
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>---< Aidavanth's Ledge, High Reaches Weyr(#1005R) >-------------------------<
Turns of inclement weather and use have smoothed out niches here and there
on this slightly downward impressed ledge, spaces of suitable size for its
current occupant and ample room for a visitor. Two poles have been staked
into the stone, immovable, and are about a dragonlength apart. Perhaps the
two poles were supposed to be joined at one point, but they currently
remain unconnected and apparently unused. Nothing spectacular denotes the
ledge itself, but the view it offers is one of the living caverns entrance
a bit further to the north, as well as a glimpse of blue glimmer on the
horizon of the weyr lake.
A heavy tapestry separates the ledge from the outermost room of the inner
weyr, behind which a series of hooks holds Aidavanth-sized riding straps
and a plain set of flight gear. Beneath, a barrel houses a significant
quantity of oil appropriate for dragonhide, accompanied by a small bucket
containing brushes of various sizes and bristle.
---------------------------------< Objects >--------------------------------
[Virisceth] and [Aidavanth]
----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------
Inner Weyr Sky
>-----------------------------------------< 21D 6M 39T I10, summer night >---< The other weyrlings might have taken until lights-out to fully notice Aidavanth's (and Jocelyn's) permanent absence in the barracks, but Virisceth - unable to contain her restless concern any longer - finally seeks out the young queen in the early evening...while Ellerey's busy eating and interacting with other humans. The dark, and large-for-her-size green follows the mental 'feeling' of her golden sister, and her physical scent as well, Virisceth's disturbingly-shaded wings cupping and directing airflows until she winds up settling firmly upon Aidavanth's ledge with clicks of talons upon stone. It's only as she arrives that the green reaches out swiftly for her sister's mind: almost a pounce, of sorts from the darkness of her thoughts. Flashes of sodium-yellow and metallic silver strobe into being, and the low shriek of twisting metal is emitted from both mind and throat: Where -is- she in there, and -why- is she not where she's supposed to be? Queens stay with those that guard and serve them, after all...and Virisceth is the highest of Aidavanth's guardians. Aidavanth is caught off-guard by Virisceth's outreach, and that screech of protest, while not wholly unexpected, wasn't expected just then. She's fine, just fine, nothing bad has happened, she's quick to reassure, still dripping from a recent swim as her considerably larger form glides down to land next to her darker sibling. Her own vocalization is low and soft, even as her warm, clear presence stands in stark relief against all of those metallic flashes that pass between them. This is home now. It's safe. More comfortable for her and for Jocelyn - and soon, soon, Virisceth and Ellerey can be more comfortable in a home of their own, too. They haven't gone far, not at all. And now that they can all fly, visiting is easy enough to accomplish (even if there's the sense behind that that some forewarning would be welcome, next time). Whirling around with the liquid ease and speed of her color - but perhaps belied by her personal size - Virisceth's claws again scrape stone as she jerks her quickly-whirling, yellow and orange-tinted gaze up to note Aidavanth in the sky. There's a sibilant bit of a gurgly-warble for the gold, and - as her smaller sister shifts aside to make lots of room on that ledge - Viri quickly relaxes from her former hyper-alert posture. A new home? The feeling of distinct curiosity and a hint of shrewd, if guarded skepticism is offered to the gold, those strobing colors instantly gone, but now replaced by the green's rather unwholesome sensations of tropical heat and humidity, plus that dark 'lurking' that's forever part of her presence. Shreeee! Flying is wonderful, yes. A quick image of Ellerey - looking only a hint grey - upon Virisceth's neck as they rise upon the air currents is offered, along with a steely swell of pride. -She's- one of the few weyrlings that had little problem with the mechanics of flight...though landings were rough with Elle aboard the first couple of days. Forewarning, though? Virisceth seems to shrug that off, her convex nose looking to soundly butt Aidavanth in the neck when she lands. 'Home' is the barracks. Come back 'home.' Yes, a new home. Aidavanth curves her head around once the other's nose comes into contact with her neck, enough to give a gentle nudge in reply. The dragon's portion of the weyr is every bit as roomy as one might expect. This wallow is of a size more suitable for the remainder of the orange-gold's growth that's yet to come; it was getting cramped between her sisters, and that awkward sense of feeling too bulky for that smaller space is shared even as she delights in the image of Virisceth and her Ellerey flying together. Jocelyn is one of those who gets a little air-sick, which bothers the fledgling queen despite having been reassured that there's nothing for it save to keep growing, keep practicing. That silent plea to come back 'home' is finally met with words both firm and kind. « You know that we can't all live in there forever. Your Ellerey will need more space, too. All of this, » High Reaches Weyr, « is our home. » And she shares the sensation of transferring the feeling of home from the image of the weyrling barracks to encompass all that makes up the weyr - caldera, lake, that sky that is lately blue and warm with the currents they're swiftly learning. 'New' plus 'home' are concepts that Virisceth can instantly understand - the foremer brings a surge of cool curiosity, the latter a burgeoning of tropical heat - but adding them together to attain a new 'sum' just doesn't quite fit with the green's views on the world, right now. Unless Aidavanth moves to stop her, the gold's little sister is going to move to investigate this new wallow that's been claimed, now-blue eyes taking in what they can while Virisceth casually 'responds' to the queen's sharing of Jocelyn's own air-sickness with a feeling of how the air feels in Viri's own wings. Try it like -this-, the green's sensations suggest, without taking into account the difference in their sizes, the differences in their riders. It will work out because...it WILL. Yes, however...there was a distinct lack of physical space for all three of them in the barracks, but it certainly didn't bother Virisceth any. They all would have made adjustments, and everyone would be close under the same roof...even if Aidavanth's word of all of them needing more space soon meets with an impulsive surge of more of the greens cool curiosity. Home...territory. That's how the dark green's even darker mind sees the Weyr: their -territory-, to be flown around and in, held secure as -theirs.- But not yet, not quite 'home.' There's a low huff from Aidavanth as her sibling proceeds to investigate her new wallow; it's a bed. Nice and roomy. Not at all threatening or dangerous. But she understands the need to indulge curiosity, too. What's visible beyond is the tapestry connecting her space to Jocelyn's, a heavy thing that's been partially pulled back to allow some fresh air to circulate through the weyr while the human halves of the weyrling pairs are at dinner. There isn't much in there yet, but the gold shares images of the cavern from her rider's point of view: it's big, still quite empty, and quiet. For the green's suggestions on how to fly more smoothly, well. Those same adjustments won't quite give identical results with her larger span, her smaller passenger. When she moves this way, they shift this much, see? « You'll have your own, » says she of the concept of territory, « much like this ledge is mine. » And if that last word is pointed, it's at least not unkindly so. Veeery interesting. That's the distinct feeling Aidavanth gains from Virisceth as the green investigates this whole, new 'weyr' thing that her sister's claimed. And though she doesn't try to fit her smaller body into Jocelyn's portion of the dwelling, that convex nose still butts in just beyond the hanging so she can oggle what is within. Another, quieter little 'shreee' of sound issues from the dark green as she satisfies her curiosity, slowly withdraws from the gold's quarters even as she mulls over that image of how Aidavanth's chosen one sees this place. And then there's something much more interesting on tap: flying! The idea of different sizes, weights, people is slowly digested by the green - who has made Ellerey her ALL for quite a while - and finally she winds up acquiescing with a stacatto grunt. Aidavanth would know best about her own rider. Her own...barracks? No; her own weyr...cave. An impression of the goldpair's own weyr is suddenly superimposed over a rocky wall, a black opening forming where Virisceth stuffs both herself and Ellerey into. And if there's a pair of rather Asaroth-looking red eyes peering out from the cave for a moment - in tandem with a chill flare of oily humor from the green - well, at least Aidavanth knows Viri has something of a sense of humor, if no words for such. Shreeee. As for this physical place being ONLY Aidavanth's... of course it is. She has full right to claim it, given her rank... just as Viri will claim her own piece of real estate, someday, given -her- rank as Ellerey's chosen. « I'm glad it meets with your approval, » is wry amidst all of the sharing, not unlike something Jocelyn would no doubt have said if she were present. There's affection behind those words, even if they're followed by a sense of really? for those Asaroth-eyes offered in her sister's imagery. Aidavanth extends a little nudge that's as much mental as physical, bright nose aiming to bump Virisceth's amiably. « Have you eaten yet, tonight? » They could hunt together, something perhaps more easily accomplished while their partners are also engaged in absorbing the food that they find so oddly appealing. It's important that this place meet with Virisceth's approval, since she is Aidavanth's chief protector. A slightly fatuous sense of agreement pervades the green's mind touch in response to her sister, while that sense of 'really?' from the young queen meets with a sudden, wildly-peppered spotting of that mental cave entrance by dozens of Asaroth-red eyes. Creeaaak-rumble ha-ha! Asaroth is apparently too timorous to come out of his cave, anyway. Bumping of noses and of minds meets with Virisceth's gurgly-rumbling, and a sudden, if oddly-gentle attempt to scrape her sharp teeth over the gold's lower neck: nothing painful, truly, if it lands, but it will leave the feeling of 'firmly scritched by a new grooming brush' behind. She ate yesterday...but could be coaxed into nabbing a porcine for a snack while her sister more thoroughly noms...and the sudden appearance of a freshly-slaughtered piggie on the mental plates of both of their humans might seem an offer. Accustomed, by now, to the more physical language of her sister, Aidavanth is tolerant of that bristle-sharp touch, if only for a moment before stretching her wings widely with a glance to the air. Jocelyn probably would not appreciate an offering of dead porcine in such a manner, so there's an amused, if gently discouraging push for that notion before the larger dragon launches upward from her ledge, starting a steady path toward the feeding grounds. Many things are changing for all of them, but hunting together certainly can remain. And after that thought settles into place, it's followed by a friendly, « Coming? » Of course she accepts the rough affection. Of course Virisceth hunts in tandem with her larger sister...and of course the green 'allows' her sibling her new home. It's as it should be for Aidavanth - if not yet for Viri - including that offer to take to the skies. Lunging upward hot on the young gold's heels, Viri will do 'advance scouting' on their upcoming meals from downwind, and offer her clutchmate the tastiest-looking choices in images sent to her. And if the feeding grounds become another scene of (small) carnage under Virisceth's gleeful disemboweling of her own meal? Well, it's nobody's business but her own, really. Well, and Aidavanth's, by simple association. Yuk. |
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