Logs:Skipped Stones
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| RL Date: 25 March, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Zadkiel, Kalevin, Schuyler, K'zin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Skipping stones turns into a Search offer, skepticism and politics ensue. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 9, Month 5, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: A layer of patchy clouds covers the sky. The air feels cool and damp, but there is no rainfall today. |
| Mentions: H'vier/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Mave/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: As usual feel free to edit/add/remove/change anything I may have missed. |
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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.
A layer of patchy clouds covers the sky. The air feels cool and damp, but
there is no rainfall today.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Edyis F 20 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 0s
Sarkev M 23 5'11 lean, brown hair, green eyes 5s
Zadkiel M 20 6'3" lean, black hair, green eyes 47s
----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------
Diving Cliff Lake Bowl Far End of Lake
>--------------------------------------< 9D 5M 37T I10, spring afternoon >---< This early in the afternoon, the shore of the lake has been well populated now that spring is finally in full swing at High Reaches. A pair of boots sit on the shore, the socks tucked neatly inside while near by a young woman with dark curls wades out into the water, her skirt tied up to avoid getting soaked, (but not beyond the point of modesty). She seems to be staring into the water intently sleeves rolled up too as she feels about beneath the cool waters. Next to the boots sits a satchel, and not too distant from that, a pile of smooth colorful stones. It is only one of the twins that wanders the shore of the lake this afternoon, pacing from one end to the other with a spiked stick in hand for any trash or anything out of place, a bag to place it in in the other. The young man's attention, though, wanders even as he cleans up anything left behind. Mostly, it drifts to the lazy laps of lake water against the shore, though when he stumbles across those boots, his gaze goes to find the owner. It's warm by 'Reachian standards, but Zadkiel's not exactly sold on the idea. The Igenite strolls along the shoreline of the lake, a hooded cloak worn over his outfit du jour. It's not raining, so the hood is peeled back - the better to reveal his grim expression. He's otherwise clad in a loose-fitting tunic of some sort, over a long-sleeved shirt, and matching trousers. And boots, of course. His stride is steady and purposeful, perhaps even predatory for the fluidity of it. All of that purpose and focus degrades when there is an obvious obstacle in his path. He slows as he approaches where the young woman is poised, though no greeting is immediately called. Edyis straightens, another handful of stones tossed one at a time to settle in or near that pile. Dark eyes rest first on the person closing in on her boots, scanning the shoreline. "Those are mine, and not refuse." She answers focusing on the closest of the males. If she takes notice of Zadkiel, it isn't reflected in her expression at present. The twin quirks a brow at Edyis's answer, before he counters with his own dry, "I figured that out. Deductive reasoning." Indeed, his pointed stick doesn't move to pierce those boots, but rather he knocks a stone closer to the pile idly, helpfully. His attention flicks from the woman to the other young man when he speaks, only to drop to the woman again. Zadkiel closes the distance between himself and the rock-collecting female, only to settle into an easy crouch next to her. "Looks like good hunting," is probably a joke, but it's issued deadpan and with a distinctive, Igen accent. He hitches his sleeves up and leans forward, with one elbow resting on his thigh for support. The other hand reaches to sink into the water. He cuts a sidelong look to the young woman with a musing, "But, for what? And, more importantly, why?" Edyis flashes a smile at Sarkev's answer, chuckling darkly. "And yet, you would not believe how many times they have started to wander off on their own." Smoothing the brightly colored patchwork skirt, dark eyes rest then on the Igenite, when he speaks. "Ever skipped a stone across the water?" She asks, "It isn't a particularly useful skill, but it can be relaxing." "Perhaps you should check them for tunnelsnakes, then," suggests the twin. He meets smile with a thoughtful look, likely not from his own answer. When she turns back to the Igenite, he looks back out to the lake, prodding still at the rocks with his stick until they are in a neater pile. There's an oddly musical hum-grunt for her reply. Zadkiel withdraws his hand with a couple of plain, flattish rocks in contrast with her colorful heap. "A time or two," says he. The stones are shifted around in his palm and he rises slowly to his feet again. "Relaxing isn't the word I'd use for it." There's a slight pull to his mouth and his attention momentarily slides to the other young man. There's little more than a slow blink coupled with a distinct sense of scrutiny - but nothing more is said. Edyis starts wading back to the beach and her pile of stones, chuckling as she goes. "Unless someone put one there when I wasn't looking... there is probably no need." She offers then to Sarkev, even as she is wading back out of the water and untying her skirts to fall back down properly to her ankles. "To each their own I imagine. It's one of those things that doesn't require much thought and doesn't do much harm if your attention wanders. Well, unless you accidentally hit someone." The-twin-who-may-not-be-Sarkev only shrugs up a shoulder in reply to Edyis' counter of his suggestion, explaining, "If they keep wandering off on their own..." He returns Zadkiel's scrutiny with his own, but his own is a more reserved thing from one Candidate to the other. He finally questions of the hunter, "What is the word you would use for it?" "Perhaps it is so for most," Zadkiel intones in response to Edyis. The stones are shifted from one hand to the other and he, likewise, takes his place on the shore proper. There's a brief silence in which he sucks his teeth thoughtfully - and, only then, does he reply to the other: "Focused." He takes one stone in his free hand and lightly tosses it into the air. "Just throwing a rock at the water, that requires nothing up here," he knocks his knuckles gently against the side of his head, "but if you want to do something with it? You have to focus." A beat. Then: "If you've ever hunted with a sling, it's like that." Edyis laughs, "Perhaps a better way to put it is the curious think to be helpful by taking them back to wherever it is they think my boots belong?" She lifts a shoulder noncommittally. There is a grin for Zadkiel's answer though, and a sort of surrender to his point if the tip of her chin is any indication. "I never did much hunting; truth be known. Wasn't a proper thing for a girl to learn." The inflection might suggest that such a thing hasn't stopped her from trying to learn anything. Rasavyth's sharp face is glorious. Well, gory, anyway. Blood splatters his pointed chin and bits of viscera are at the far edges of his mouth. That he's marked this way doesn't seem to bother him, for it's his rider who is jogging to keep up with his dragon's lazy gait toward the water and making a displeased face. "Well, go on," is K'zin's lackluster encouragement as Rasavyth stops short of the water, his attention on the three humans at the shore, Zadkiel especially. "No," is K'zin's answer to whatever goes unsaid, "Clean up, you're a disgrace." There's an edge of humor to the last, but it's brittle. Then the rider is angling toward the grouping, raising a hand in greeting as he draws near; the bruising is gone from his face from the beating he took and someone other than Madilla must have magic fingers when it comes to noses for there's not much wrong there either. « That one? » Rasavyth's tenor is dubious. (Rasavyth to K'zin) « Yes, that one. » K'zin's forge-fire burns steadily. No flicker of lie. (K'zin to Rasavyth) « Are you sure? » The bronze's doubts are unassuaged. « He looks like an idiot. » The observation comes with the bronze's usual private lack of concern for feelings or manners. Those only matter when one is dealing with others, and even so, lately he hasn't cared so much, that he can remember. The fact that he can't remember having chosen Zadkiel is as unnerving as the rest that he cannot remember. (Rasavyth to K'zin) The twin only quirks up a brow at Edyis', but he only makes a hummed noise of his own. Thoughtfully, his gaze falls back onto Zadkiel for the explanation, before he adds his own, "Focused doesn't seem right, either. That implies more thought." He pauses, considering the dilemma of the word himself before he offers, "Reflective." He falls silent as the dragonrider approaches, though he gives a little respectful salute in return. There is no throwing just yet. Zadkiel studies the water, his expression still grim. Thoughtful, perhaps. Ultimately, though, he stays his hand and, instead, focuses on the flow of conversation. As for the hunting: "I can fix that." Matter-of-fact, that. There's a flicked look to the other Candidate, but his response is only an inarticulate, throaty sound. It's the approach of a dragon and rider that pulls his attention and K'zin earns a stiff nod of acknowledgement. One corner of his mouth distorts for the sight of him, but he says nothing directly of that. Instead: "That's a fine mess." The lift of his chin might mean the bruising - or the gore-splattered bronze. Either-or. Focus is precisely what goes out the window any time gore spattered bronzes are spotted. Instinctively Edyis gives Rasavyth space, even as the brunette scoops up her belongings. The Igenite earns a dark chuckle at the offer, "You think you can get past a hold-bred girl's squeamishness? If so, I might take you up on that invitation. Never know when such a skill might be useful." Rasavyth's proximity is relative, probably seeming nearer because of his size, for all that he's small for a bronze. He snorts before moving into the shallows of the lake a fair distance from the grouping and plunges his nose into the waters. K'zin's smile has come out to play and it's friendly enough. "Afternoon," he offers amiably, "Sorry to interrupt. Just thought I'd see how Zadkiel was settling in." This is more for the twin and the young woman. Zadkiel gets his attention briefly after, "They haven't given you trouble or tried to send you home, have they?" They, the powers that be, presumably. "You are not," the young man there offers simply, green eyes dancing briefly over to Zadkiel and back to the dragonrider. But then the twin walks away quietly, without a word given in farewell, presumably to resume those duties that have him carrying around a sharp stick and a bag as he patrols the shore. He will skirt widely around Rasavyth when he gets there. To Edyis, there's another of those queerly melodic hum-grunts. "Don't know until I try," Zadkiel reasons. Still, her response to the bloody beast is noted in some way and there's a slight, barely perceptible tip of his head. Then all eyes are on K'zin, as it were. The question is met with a mild snort. "Settling is a poor word for it. But, I'm here." Hooded cloak with the hood back, long-sleeved shirt, and all. His shoulders rise and fall. "They haven't tried. If they had, the Healers would have their hands full." Threat? Promise? His expression betrays nothing. The departure of the other young man is noted peripherally, though no farewell is offered. Edyis watches the other candidate depart, dark brows drawing together faintly before K'zin draws her attention again. "Why would they send him back?" Asks the scribe confused, looking between K'zin and Zadkiel for an explanation. Rasavyth chooses to ignore the candidate working around him when the time comes. K'zin didn't ignore his departure, however, offering a polite nod before looking back to Zadkiel then Edyis. "Niahvth suggested it the night of the clutching feast. And now there's this ban on Searching from Igen." The bronzerider keeps his words of explanation to the woman fairly succinct. "That's good though," is more directly to the candidate. "If they give you trouble and you end up needing back up, you find me." K'zin's got his back. Edyis frowns, shaking her head. She asks the rider before looking to Zadkiel thoughtfully. "Not that the weyrs typically search outside their own coverage area's to begin with." Shouldering the satchel as she uses one hand to tug on first one sock and then the other before slipping her feet into the boots. "Those on high," is coupled with a curt gesture, "would rather not have more children of Igen here to Stand." Zadkiel's shoulders roll, emulating the flow of water from a waterfowl's back. This is offered to supplement K'zin's words, with a flicked look to the rider before his attention slides to Edyis. "Politics, rather than logic, at work." He spits off to one side, snorts, and looks back to K'zin with an expression that might be grateful on any other face. "You'll be the first to hear of it, if they do. But. If they want my knots," yes, plural, "then they'll have to catch me first." Schuyler wanders down to the lake shore. He's humming a bit to himself until he spots a small crowd of people. "Hello!" he gives a big friendly wave and makes his way towards the group. "Something going on with the search?" he asks, catching a bit of the conversation as he walks up, but not much. « You'll ask her. » It's simple and not a request. (Rasavyth to K'zin) « Her? » K'zin is genuinely surprised by the request and the ripple of it makes the flames of his mind shimmer. « Yes. » (Rasavyth to K'zin) « Why? » (K'zin to Rasavyth) Rasavyth doesn't deign to answer immediately. He just oozes annoyingly, possessively over K'zin's mind. Edyis frowns, biting her lower lip at the word politics. "I might be mistaken, but rider exchanges are usually intended to foster good relationships between weyrs, and are a way of seeing a different way of doing things. Monaco and Savannah... well maybe that isn't the best example." She corrects with a shrug before smiling and waving to Sky as he approaches. "It's not often that we're specifically forbidden from bringing in a candidate from elsewhere when we find them," K'zin observes mildly. "Dragons have a way of getting what they want. Whether it's bringing in a particular candidate in spite of the politic or catching them to drop them back off in their sandy, sandy home." He gives Zadkiel a wry grin. He's got a lift of eyebrows that wrinkles his forehead when Schuyler arrives, by way of greeting. "Yeah," is answer for the baker's question. "Edyis and I were just about to give Rasavyth what he wants." He says it so very blandly. The hunter-turned-Candidate turns his head and spits again. "They would do better to pull from Igen's stock, at least for a fair part." But, of course, it's all politics. Zadkiel folds his arms and takes a slight step back, granting some measure of distance between himself and the others. K'zin's comments are met with a momentary furrowing of his brow - confused at first, then thoughtful - but he soon tilts his head to ask of Edyis, "Monaco and Savannah?" Elaboration is clearly desired, but he cuts the questioning short to issue a shallow nod of greeting to the latest arrival. Schuyler returns the raised eyebrow look with one of his own, though there's a light smile on his lips. asks the question to Edyis. "And...what exactly can you give a dragon that he would want?" is the ever curious question. Schuyler returns the raised eyebrow look with one of his own, though there's a light smile on his lips. He turns and asks the question to Edyis. "And...what exactly can you give a dragon that he would want?" is the ever curious question as he finds himself a place to stand next to her. Edyis tilts her head at that observation, "Politic or not, it might be seen as trying to undermine the authority of a Weyrwoman." She might actually be smiling at the thought, or perhaps she's just smiling. "Savannah wing originally belonged to Monaco Weyr, but they found they liked it here better." She glosses, before K'zin's statement and Schuyler's question have those dark eyes going a little wide. "That, is a question I would like to know the answer to myself, personally." Stepping back from the rider wary. "I agree," obvious K'zin is obvious in answer to Zadkiel's opining. The smile given Schuyler is one of appreciation. He gave K'zin exactly the window he must have wanted. "Rasavyth would like Edyis to Stand for Niahvth's clutch." He looks to the woman in question with raised brows. "Would you do High Reaches the honor of taking to the sands on hatching day, Edyis?" A low "hnnnh" is offered - but whether to Edyis's explanation or K'zin's concurrence will remain a mystery. As the question is posed, Zadkiel remains silent and statuesque, though his attention is obliquely centered on Edyis. There might be a flicker of something in his eyes, but it's elusive and ill-defined. Edyis blinks owlishly. The gears of her mind frozen solid. "I'm sorry..." She says after a beat, tugging on her ear. "I think I misheard you, did you just say Rasavyth wants me to stand?" She chuckles a little nervously. No she must have misheard him right? Her gaze shifts between Zadkiel and Schuyler as though they might have some clue. Schuyler's eyebrows go a bit higher when the question comes out and he grins a bit. "Well, that would certainly be something." he chuckles softly but leaves the moment to Edyis to decide if she will actually stand. He shifts his weight backwards a bit so as not to block her off from the rider. Rasavyth's amusement purrs into life. « She can't be worse than the idiot from Igen. » The way K'zin looks to Rasavyth, there's something he definitely isn't saying. What he does say is, "Yes." Keep it simple, right? "Zadkiel, here, has taken up the call," he gestures to the Igenite as example, "And you've stood before, haven't you?" To Edyis, though he doesn't wait for an answer before saying, "Rasavyth would like you to Stand." There's a shallow, stiff bow at his acknowledgement. Zadkiel shifts his stance, but only to properly look at Edyis. But, there is nothing to be said, not here. Not his place. He sucks his teeth briefly, then angles a look to the rider, then to the other young man before that look lands - once more - on the young woman. Edyis catches that look between rider and dragon, "Stand and go to Igen you mean?" She questions softly; her expression suddenly inscrutable. "I stood twice, for Iesaryth's it is true. That hardly qualifies me to stand for this clutch. I will think about it." She says finally, brows drawn together. "Is that acceptable?" Schuyler ohs softly, he had forgotten that some of this clutch was destined for Igen. He glances back at Edyis. "It would be an adventure wouldn't it?" he grins. "Plus, doesn't having a dragon help you with all that stir crazy you get sometimes?" he smirks a bit. "If it comes to it," Zadkiel intones, "I will take your place if you're to be sent to Igen." No great sacrifice for him, perhaps, but the offer is made all the same. "Think about it." But, with things shifting as they are, the former hunter's expression darkens slightly and he finally pivots on the ball of of a foot. Without another word - though there is a slight nod to both rider and the other young man - he departs. And of the rocks he collected earlier? There is no sign. "Stand," K'zin answers Edyis with a frown. "If I had my way, only those who want to go to Igen would go. If you Impress, it may be a consequence of choosing to Stand. I don't know the details of the deal the Weyrleaders made. Rasavyth would have none of them go anywhere. Hatched here, they are of 'Reaches." If Edyis' question was meant at a guess at what passed between man and dragon, it seems to be an incorrect assumption. He looks to the bronze and back to the young woman. "Sure. I can't make you collect the knot from the Headwoman, but I'll put your name in, in case you're so inclined." He looks to Schuyler, "Sometimes dragon are more than you bargain for. And sometimes you do something like bring in a candidate from Igen, get punched at the clutching feast by the clutchsire and get grounded until hatching. It doesn't always help with the stir craziness." A glance follows Zadkiel, but no proper farewell. Edyis tugs at her earlobe some more, exhaling. "It seems they are figuring things out as they go. Or at least, that was the impression I got from Azaylia. He wants me to though?" She asks again, not discrediting K'zin's words, as much as doubting herself, she latches on to the last thing he says though and looks at him. "You were the one who got your butt kicked?" It almost sounds sympathetic. Schuyler waves off the other young man as he takes his leave and glances back to K'zin. "Aww, shards, that's what that was all about? It wasn't even your fault? H'vier just off and jumpped you from what I could see." a frown. "Politics aren't my thing, a cause of too many fights." he nods firmly. A glance over to Edyis as she asks the same type of question. "I think you should stand." not that she wants his oppinion. "You two going to be around later this week? We're having a baking competition and it's going to be epic. You should come...so long as no fights break out. I'm working hard on those dishes." a bright grin. "Getting my nose broken was more embarrassing when Mave did it when I was thirteen. I wouldn't call it getting my butt kicked." K'zin answers what's clearly the most important point first without so much as a blush. "I just wish I didn't have to take stupid touchy feely classes with him and the Harpers." Now, the bronzerider makes a markedly sour expression; can he be blamed? Schuyler's last words seem to brighten him considerably, "I am there." So there. Then, the last: "He does," to Edyis. Edyis laughs, "Hey I was out of the weyr at the time, all I got were rumors. Touchy-feely?" Edyis grows dubious, trying to equate H'vier with touchy-feely is probably about like trying to hug a needle thorns plant in her mind. "I am so glad I am not you. So very, very glad." She chirps before her attention defers to Sky. "Are you cooking, or just judging." Because clearly this is the most important thing about said competition. Schuyler chuckles a bit. "Well, looks to be no worse for the wear now." he comments about K'zin's nose and then grins. "You want to be a judge?" he raises an eyebrow to the bronze rider. A glance back at Edyis has a smirk on his lips. "I'm running the whole thing, but I will have dishes in the competition too, so I'm not judging it myself." "'Conflict resolution and emotional intelligence classes,'" K'zin obviously quotes to Edyis with an appropriate sigh. He looks to Schuyler, considering, "I'm probably not the best choice, really. I like everything I eat. Even the stewed tunnelsnake with peppers from Igen." Anyone who likes tunnelsnake stew can't be considered a food connoisseur, can they? "But I'll eat the left-overs," he volunteer nobly. Edyis grimaces. "Ugh, that guy. Bleh." That's all the more she has to say on H'vier, before, grinning to Sky. "I will eat, but don't rely on me for more than that... but alas. I need to see a man about a thing." She states as though realizing the time. "I will catch you two later?" Schuyler makes a face as well. "Ugh, I don't envy you." he says about the classes then lets out a laugh. "Well, ok, we're looking for general populace tastes, but...if you like tunnel snake stew...I'll save the stuff everyone else doesn't like for you." he winks good naturedly at him before turning to see Edyis off. "Definitely come by. And...maybe I won't need to pack you a pack of snacks for the road then, hmm?" another chuckle as she heads out. "Sure," comes with the bob of K'zin's head to Edyis. A grin for Schuyler shows that K'zin doesn't object to the suggested arrangement (or maybe he thinks the baker is truly teasing). "I need to get his maw oiled, actually. Itches." The bronzerider says to both the already departing woman as well as the young man. "See you at the contest," if not before. Then, with dripping dragon as companion, he heads for the bowl. |
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Alida (04:03, 27 March 2015 (EDT)) said...
- Ilicaeth stares...* Huff. >.>
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