Logs:Awkward Apologies
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| RL Date: 30 August, 2014 |
| Who: V'ros, Lilah |
| Involves: Fort Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: V'ros meets Lilah. Zmeyth meets Eliyaveith. |
| Where: Western Bowl, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 8, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Dawn, clear. |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back dated. |
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| Dawn breaks over the spires of High Reaches in a beautiful day, bright blue sky unmarred by clouds. There is something slightly off about the Weyr this morning, however, and only those who look for it notice that a large, bronzey gold that does not belong has taken up on the sunning spot, soaking in that morning light, even as her rider is deposited in the Bowl by a 'Reachian brown. The goldrider wears her knot, but also a crumpled, sage green dress, red-gold hair caught up in a messy bun. She tries to avoid drawing attention, even as her fingers shade over her eyes to seek out the spot of her dragon above. Quinlys is pretty strict about the weyrling keeping up their schedule, and so while the rest of the Weyr is just stirring from their slumber, some of the weyrlings have already made their way out into the bowl with their lifemates. Zmeyth is first to exit the barracks, his swagger-walk definable from the others. He's quick to assert himself to this newcomer, this interloper - gold though she may be. « Picked the best spot in the Weyr, did you? » His sooty mind presence flickers and fades towards the Fortian queen, rough where it needs to be and elusive at others. V'ros has that freshly bathed look, and his clothes appear pretty clean too. Given lessons will start up soon, it's not a very wise choice. Still, he's there, a step behind Zmeyth. Their minds much meet in the middle, because as soon as he's set to try on the brown's riding straps, his head swivels to the right, towards Lilah. Confusion spreads unrestrainedly across his face. « Little one, » holds the hint of soft sadness to the gold's mindvoice, her fire softly flicking against Zmeyth's soot. There's a restraint to the weight of her mind, especially where dealing with this young dragon. Eliyaveith stretches to her feet slowly, shaking out her wings, before she launches into the air to descend to the bowl below. She doesn't land near Zymeth, but this close, it is clear how much she dwarfs the little one. Lilah starts towards her dragons without a word, not quite yet noticing the attention she's drawn. Nothing sets a macho brown's pride off like being called 'little'. « Shouldn't you be somewhere else? » is his not-so-subtle hint. Everything between the brown and his new gold 'friend' is being relayed; that's what the weyrling's distraught expression says anyway. V'ros hurries forward, breaching the gap with long strides. "Reaches duties to you, ma'am," he greets Lilah with his usual nervousness, a shifting of brown eyes towards the redhead's face. « I do not mean to disturb you, » is how Eliyaveith chooses to interpret that question, a soft apology to her thoughts as she stretches her nose out towards the young dragon, despite the distance between them. A quiet rumble sounds in her chest, a reassuring sound in response to the weyrling rather than Zymeth. "And Fort's to you, weyrling," Lilah offers in turn, a slight flush catching on pale skin as she smoothes hands over her skirts. "You seem to be up earlier than your clutchmates--." Zmeyth holds himself aloof - not meeting the gold, but not moving back either. « Didn't you? Seemed like you meant to. » It's not unkind, per say, just aggravated; his pride has been pricked by this pretty golden flower. "I'm.. we, well, I need to.." V'ros stops talking to wince as he gazes over the mostly-empty weyrbowl, "Just to be safe, I do a check before.. the, uh, checks." Her flush isn't given anything more than the cursory look, his hands fisting as his sides as he tries 'desperately' for 'normal'. "V'ros and Zmeyth, ma'am." The flames of Eliyaveith's mind seek to soothe over that aggravation, concerned by the feelings that she's stirred up within the hatchling. « Never. You are young; you should be allowed to train in peace, » she assures the brown. « We will leave you. » Despite her words and the way she starts to hunch down for her rider, Lilah's attention remains on the weyrling. "Lilah and Eliyaveith. You may call me Lilah," she tells V'ros easily. A pause, before she is adding with a soft, amused sigh, "She says to apologize to you, if she disturbed your dragon." How lovely. Someone actually catering to Zmeyth's oppressive demands. « That's right. I should be. » He is pleased with this change of events. V'ros is still distraught looking, staring between their two dragons. "No, no, don't listen to.. him. He's.." He spreads his hands, helpless to put into the words what his dragon 'is'. "I'm sorry. I apologize for 'him'." But more pressing, "Are you here to see Azaylia or K'del, ma'am? They're over there," as he points towards the Weyrleaders ledges on the opposite side of the bowl. "No, I am not. I'm just--." Her gaze drifts back up to the ledges above and settles on an unfamiliar one before it returns to V'ros with a dismissive shake of her head. Lilah adds, "But thank you." She glances towards Zmeyth, and back towards V'ros, before she adds, "They can all be like this when they are young. A lot like human children that way, I suppose. Believing that their way of viewing anything is the correct one." She is certainly not as gentle or concerned as Eliyaveith about the young dragon, not as the large gold settles her wings against herself carefully and remains still, as if anything she does or says could upset him. Brown eyes follow the goldrider's gaze up, to the unfamiliar ledge, but whatever sentiment she's attached to it, is lost on him. "Visiting someone, I see." V'ros shoves his hands in his trouser pockets, listening to the Fortian woman with a bit of disquietude apparent on his face. He turns his head to eye his brown dragon, whom is present proudly standing, the sun touching that blissfully dark, reptilian-patterned hide in multiple spots - 'just so'. "I.. I'm not sure that.. this.." Maybe he should start again. Instead he sucks in a breath and just nods. "Yeah." "You're not sure what?" Lilah presses even where V'ros decides to agree, her brow drawing upwards in a curve. Her dark eyes settle onto the weyrling, expectant as she waits for a fuller answer. Eliyaveith seems to accept that her rider isn't ready to leave, huffing a breath in a dragon sigh as she settles down beside them instead. "I don't think.." V'ros looks down at his feet, then back up, screwing up his face in a fretful frown. "..that this is.. temporary. This is.." He shakes his head. "..Zmeyth. He is who he is." Putting him in a better light would be ideal, but, he's not about to mince words. "That's nice of you to.. think that, though." "Mm, I wouldn't be so quick to judge," counters Lilah simply, a hint of amusement playing only briefly at her lips before they flatten into something more serious. "You and your dragon will grow together. He is still a child, for all that they tend to act as if they are fully grown. I am not saying that he will change completely, because that is unlikely, but you may find in a year--." Her gaze slides briefly to her own dragon, adding, "He has a lot to still experience. The pull of attraction, chasing, breathing fire--." There's silence from the weyrling, a shifting glance from the goldrider to his dragon. "Yeah.. yeah, you're.. you're probably right." Then, V'ros recedes into awkward squinting and moving in place, hands clasped behind his back. Zmeyth settles his wings in, close, and diverts his attention to an incoming blue from foreign lands. Lilah tips her chin, adding in surprisingly light reassurance, "It will get better, I promise." Even if that makes her a liar. With that and without a goodbye, she moves to mount onto her dragon, though it takes a bit of an ungraceful scrabble on her part to make it up. Eliyaveith isn't the most graceful creature ever, either, as she unfurls her wings and launches herself into the skies of High Reaches, her own goodbyes made to the other golds and yes, to Zmeyth as well, in a wordless flicker of flame. |
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Azaylia (02:35, 31 August 2014 (EDT)) said...
Zmeyth knows what's up. <3 The awkward-ness of this scene is palpable, and with good reason. XD
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