Logs:No doubts.
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| RL Date: 14 October, 2012 |
| Who: H'kon |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Introspection through stalking. |
| Where: Western Bowl, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Weather: High winds whip through the bowl and whistle up the walls around the spires. |
| Mentions: I'kris/Mentions |
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| His neck was beginning to feel the strain of being craned upward. H'kon did not take his eyes off the drilling wing above, though he reached a gloved hand to rub at the muscles. There would be no relief of those muscles so long as he held the position - he knew it - and there was no relief in the sensation of bits of icy snow melting from his glove onto his bare skin. Still, he held his hand there, and waited. Soon, the wing would circle back around and into full view from his position against the southern wall of the bowl. He still could not make out Svissath's form at just a glance; he would need the time to be sure of the pair he was watching, of how they performed, fresh from weyrlinghood, in a wing that would not be thei- « This is creepy. » H'kon resisted the urge to roll his eyes, managing to keep his scanning gaze steady on the wintry-grey sky. It is not creepy. « A grown man spending his free day stalking a boy is creepy. » This is hardly the whole day. « And thinking of that boy all last night. » Not- « Creepy. » -all. He felt the smile pushing at unwilling cold muscles. When it passed, he dropped his hand from his neck once more. The moisture, which had had time to grow warm, now froze again. H'kon imagined his neck steaming, though he was certain it wasn't. « Only a matter of time. » Arekoth's voice changed into something deeper, something he remembered only by pulling it from H'kon's head. « It's a slippery slope, Hal. » I suppose then you'll need to keep finding me greenriders. To keep me from slipping. Though wasn't that just another slope? His evenings had been less than productive these days, and he'd seen some of those women more often than his norm. The nights were cold, certainly, but there were other ways to heat his weyr. « Of course I will. As always. » The brown's voice was his own again. He even gave a flash of faded green light for his next, « Where would you be without me? » Where I am now. His facial muscles fell into the frown much more readily. H'kon shuffled his feet, not kicking up any more snow now. He'd been here too long, and it was mostly tramped well down. This would be much easier if you would fly up and tell me if their approach has changed. As if cued, the wing appeared again. The left flank was falling behind the right. Their wingsecond - or he supposed it might have been their wingleader - must have noticed the failing formation: it levelled out as they passed over the centre of the bowl. « Bad enough that one of us is turning into a creepy old man. » Bad enough that one of us is too busy watching that green hunt to be of any use in other matters. « Better than watching some boy. » The only way to have Arekoth leave it was for H'kon to leave it himself. He ignored that flash of yellow-light victory across his mind, and it dissipated almost instantly into the dragon's usual visual quiet. Iceberg was, like so many of the other wings, flying well enough, and as if it had just had an influx of fresh weyrlings. He could remember when he and Arekoth had graduated. His brown had been certain of knowing everything, while H'kon had been certain they were lagging behind. But even he had found himself falling into habitual motions, motions that had worked fine with a wing of clutchmates he'd known, and that had found him out of place in Avalanche. They had come to know their permanent wing well, instinctively, but it had been an adjustment for them, for many of his clutchmates. And that, even in their home Weyr. Perhaps, in that way, I'kris was lucky. He hadn't had time to find his own wing at Monaco. The displacement would, at least in the short time, happen only once. Growing accustomed to a new wing, a senior wing, at Monaco might have made it the more difficult. At least, for that wing. The transition might otherwise be easier a second time. You would know, at least, what to expect from yourself. That, he supposed, was simply a part of weyrlinghood, perhaps even of simply growing from boy to man. (The smile tugged at his cold face again, and he waited for Arekoth's jokes, but the brown was focused on something else.) To know your reactions to changed expectations, to know your abilities, possibilities, limitations. To know that all these things extended beyond family, beyond colleagues. To work within them, as man. Or man and dragon. H'kon frowned again. He felt sad for I'kris, to let his brown get away from him, bring him temporarily to a different Weyr for his first gold catch, and all at such a crucial time. He could not find his own worth here, no matter how well he might come to fly formations with Iceberg. H'kon wondered, for that matter, if he would find his own worth at Monaco- and that surprised him. All he sees is his father. It was the cold stinging his eyes that made H'kon realise he'd opened them a bit wider. Had his own father been like that? I'kris might have been Haeron's son as well, in so many ways... « But he's not. » No. H'kon could feel unsettled thoughts beginning to surface, and looked down and away from the drills overhead, even when he'd had Svissath's silhouette neatly marked.The boy was just that: still a boy, still lost, still needing to adjust to his new place. H'kon had no doubts about the reality of his own place. No doubts. He looked to Arekoth coming from the feeding grounds, sated, if not so much with respect to actual hunger. There was still much of the day, and he reminded himself of what a waste it might be to spend it all in those forms of recreation he'd been tending toward. Slippery slopes. « There's no joy in you. » If we were the same, the both of us would be dead. Or worse.
CommentsComments on "Logs:No doubts."Azaylia (Dragonshy) left a comment on Sun, 14 Oct 2012 21:39:00 GMT.
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Comments on "Logs:No doubts."Azaylia (Dragonshy) left a comment on Sun, 14 Oct 2012 21:39:00 GMT.
This Vig was fantastic. I love getting to see inside H'kon's mind, because we never get to otherwise! And Arekoth is always awesome... He's right though. :l What H'kon was doing was creepy. Creepy ol' man.
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