Logs:Awkward and Insidious
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| RL Date: 12 May, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Akluseth, Yesia, Aeaeth, R'hin, Leiventh |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis and Yesia don't get along, R'hin instigates trouble. Akluseth and Aeaeth however seem to get along just fine. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: 10D 10M 37T I10, autumn night |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to edit, correct, and alter away! |
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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.
Though overall pleasant, the temperature has dropped just below the
freezing mark, enough to allow the lightest sprinkle of snow to fall from
the skies.
>----------------------------------------< 10D 10M 37T I10, autumn night >---< Aeaeth is catching snowflakes. It's not a hard thing, really, not with how big her mouth has gotten and how long her narrow muzzle is. She's enthused. « This is great! » she says, projecting even though it appears to just be the pair of them. The flakes fall directly in most of the time, except when she tries to do the impossible and moves, very quick, to twist her head and try and see the snowflake as it lands. Yesia laughs when she does, that, advising, "You should just keep your head still." The greenrider demonstrates, leaning back and sticking out her tongue for the scarce snowflakes. It's harder for her, and she chases one, catches it, says, "Ha!" and whirls back around on Aeaeth. "See? It'll be easier when it really snows a lot." Edyis can move in complete silence when she wants to, Akluseth? Not quite as much, still the pair are surprisingly quiet as they make their way to the lake, the former scribe nestled into her sweater. Dark eyes watch from a distance the two bonding, a soft smile playing over her lips. A hand rests against her lifemate, stilling his motion, (much to Akluseth's irritation) but he too seems to be intrigued by the interplay between the two. A questioning glance is given his rider, as though to say,'Can we try that?' « There will be more? » The question brings with it a shivering tinkle of delighted bells, pops of eager yellow. Aeaeth drops her head to look directly at her rider. « How much more? » Yesia's stopped to put her gloved hands to her cheeks, where a flush has risen in response to the chill. It means she's squeezing her face when she smiles at Aeaeth. They're on a level now, with Yesia still slightly taller, and she leans forward to touch her nose to the green's. "So much more," she says. "We will roll big balls of it together and stack them into snowmen. And make small balls to throw at people." An eskimo kiss, and Aeaeth draws back. « Will it snow in Igen? » Yesia's mouth hardens. "Probably not." Ink dark eyes watch; lips curled in amusement. Akluseth shifts impatiently and creels breaking the spell, charging forward to greet his sibling, « What are you doing? » his rich tenor surges on the tide. Edyis makes a face after him, clearly irritated by his disruption. She stays back however not so far as conversation is impossible, but equally she doesn't seem to want to intrude upon the pair who were bonding so adorably only moments before. Yesia goes rigid at the sudden intrusion, whipping her head around and losing all sense of gentle kindness. Aeaeth's body language changes too, though not as severely. She stretches her long neck to peer over her rider, spotting Akluseth and greeting, « We are catching snowflakes, » she says, delighted to be reminded of their happy tasks. « The white stuff. Yesia says there will be more. It is water. It's not as good as drinking regular water, but it is still fun. We can catch a lot. » It's quite a lot of information, rapid-fired and wrapping with, « You should try it. Open your mouth like this and they will just fall right in. » She demonstrates, content enough to let Yesia handle Edyis. "Do you always creep up on people and spy?" Akluseth pads over and next to his smaller sibling tilts his head, trying as she has demonstrated, fortunately for anyone nearby Edyis has instituted a rigid policy of teeth cleaning after meals. « Like thith? » his speech somehow taking on the sound of someone talking with their tongue stuck out, despite it's purely mental nature. The scribe just exhales softly at the accusation. "That assumes you are worth the effort to spy on." She states mildly, "Or that there is something to be gained by sneaking up on you." Other than adorable fuel for sketches. Aeaeth's laughter has no music, just pleased strobe-flashes of bright colors. She's stopped to evaluate Akluseth's form in this, the major league of snowflake catching, eventually declaring, « Yes! » if only to get back to that task herself. « When there is more we will make balls. I don't know why yet, but we will. » Yesia balls her hands into fists and plants them on her hips, her head tilted incredulously. "I didn't say it made sense," is all she says, her eyes narrowing before she turns back around, declaring, "We were just getting ready to leave." Aeaeth's reaction is dismayed. « We were? » Jellyfish drift through those flashes of color, airy bubbles changing color in the lights. He does his best to follow Aeaeth's example, snapping every so often over a particularly chilly one. "If it doesn't make sense then why say it at all?" Edyis tones sweetly, but Akluseth is crestfallen too! « No! Don't go yet. I need to get this down! » There is a quaint tableau on the lake shore - two weyrlings and their dragon, nothing strange except perhaps in the fact that the draconic halves are skyward facing, their mouths open while they try to catch the small snowflakes coming from the sky. Their apparent pleasure is not mirrored by their riders; Yesia, at least, looks extremely annoyed. "I'm sorry, when I said it I meant you. You can understand my mistake, I'm sure. And yes, we were going," is for her dragon, whose wings, mantled for better balance while she turns her mouth skyward, droop sadly. « But, » she says, and her low keening sound is pleading. « Just a little longer? It's just Akluseth's, can't you ignore her like you usually do? » « BE NICE. This is how you get into trouble you know. » Akluseth accuses, which earns brows knit in confusion as she eyes her snowflake catching lifemate. « I wanna catch snowflakes with Aeaeth. » Which has the brown giving his best puppy face look to Yesia of all people. "Right because I'm the bad guy here." She sighs, moving away. "You are the one who got her hackles up. It's a shame, because you two were so cute together earlier." The snowfall doesn't keep others from the lake shore, either; from the far side, a pair of riders can be seen walking, talking in low tones. As they draw nearer, they're recognizable; R'hin and Mielline, undoubtedly talking Wingleader talk, such that it is. It's the bluerider who notices the weyrlings, her slight nod drawing the taller bronzerider's gaze. The sound of shared laughter rings out from their direction, leaving little doubt as to the cause of amusement, given both their attention is directed towards where Yesia and Edyis are. The sounds from the weyrlings as they approach produce different reactions; Mielline rolls her eyes and with a low comment, heads away, whereas R'hin heads towards the pair, whistling low under his breath. "Oh, you two. Not yet BFF's? I'm shocked." Leiventh is silence incarnate, cutting a profile high on the rim of the bowl, his thoughts obliquely hidden behind the chill winter winds that accompany the drifting snowflakes. "So," says Yesia resolutely, "you were spying. Logical." Her tone is cooler than the breeze, and she seems quite ready to light into the brownrider further, as is her way, when laughter cuts across the water and reaches them. Her brow furrows down and she turns, leaning around Aeaeth to seek the source of the laughter - and the cause of amusement - and she spots R'hin and Mielline with a quiet frown, one that settles to neutrality when they're closer. "Evening, Wingleader." Three guesses who is very good at manners. Aeaeth, for her part, settles on her haunches. This means they're not leaving. « Yay! » is private and quiet, for Akluseth only, and she urges, « Keep trying. Don't snap at them. » Edyis's attention drifts jaw twitching slightly when she catches sight of the wingleaders. Fantastic is written all over her face. It only gets worse when R'hin makes a commentary, giving up she runs a hand through dark (now irreversably short) curls. One might imagine steam curling out of those not so cold reddened ears, "Good evening, sir." Not to be out done. Meanwhile Akluseth lolls his tongue out of one side of his mouth, opening his maw as wide as possible. « Like thith? » comes that strangely addled speech again. "Weyrling...s," the plural is tacked on after a half-beat, just obvious enough to be noticed. "Carry on fighting about inconsequential things," R'hin cajoles them, with a wave of his hand; he doesn't seem so much interested in the discussion at hand, instead ignoring the pair in favor of examining the dragons, making noises in the back of his throat -- approving or otherwise, hard to say -- as he inspects first green than brown. In the distance, there's movement, Leiventh alighting from the rim. Aeaeth sounds a bit uncomfortable. « Why are you talking like that? » she wants to know, snapping her own jaws closed to give him a look not quite as severe as the ones Yesia doles out. At least her line of questioning is meant in a perfectly innocent way, though, otherwise, « Did you hit your head today? » might sound flat mean. Whatever his answer, she's distracted by movement, and then her bright spots of color extend to ribbons, reaching for the presence she knows will be there. « Hello, Leiventh, » is musical, sweet as pie soprano. « Would you like to catch snowflakes with us? » And Yesia? She pouts prettily at him, saying, "I'd rather not. I just don't like people lurking in the shadows," a pointed look at Edyis. "It makes me uncomfortable. We were going to leave anyways." Edyis just looks mortified, and fortunately Akluseth is not particularly concerned with what Aeaeth's intentions are. « It is how you are supposed to sound with your tongue sticking out. » Which might lead one to wonder just who he has observed doing such a thing and why. He does seem to become suddenly aware of the scrutiny, looking to his rider with a chuff, and then the wingleader with a chuff. « R'hin » attaching a name to the weird guy now scrutinizing him. « Leiventh. » As though pulling the thoughts from his rider's mind. « S'up? » Too mortified for words Edyis sighs, "Really there's no need, I wasn't lurking, I'll go." Anything to escape the embarrassment. "Lurking, is it?" R'hin says, kind of reflexively, without listening. Akluseth, at least for now, seems to pass muster, with a tip of head. "Oh dear." He clucks his tongue, gaze on Aeaeth, with a sudden frown, like he's noticed something amiss. Leiventh is cold, cold, and unresponsive even to the wiles of an innocent young green. While his thoughts remain wordless and his mien distant at best, his shadow passes overhead, stirring the snowflakes to dizzying spins, and eliciting a cold down-draft along with it. Aeaeth is staring dispassionately at Akluseth, like he's absolutely done something stupid and will realize it any minute now. « But, » she ventures carefully, « we don't use our tongues to talk. » In case he hadn't noticed. "Well...yes. We were talking here, and I don't know how long she was there," a vague gesture back towards Edyis, "and then she said she -- what?" That's alarmed, and Yesia's suspicious eyes shift from R'hin to her lifemate with a palpable air of concern. "Oh dear, what?" Aeaeth, too, distracted by the snowflakes, suddenly stops to look at R'hin, then tries with some difficulty to look at herself. « Do I have water grass on my back again? Akluseth, is there something on my back? » "I do not lurk," is automatic, Edyis watching the scrutiny of her lifemate with baited breath. She's quietly relieved when Yesia shuts up. Edyis relaxes when R'hin's attention goes elsewhere. Akluseth does not, and as cold as the bronze might be warm sea breezes are an opposite, currents and tides shifting restlessly. Akluseth extends a wing almost protectively over Aeaeth, eyes focused on the wingleader. « You look fine. There is nothing on your back. » He assures her. "Oh," R'hin exhales, sharply, like he's only just now noticed he's said it aloud, and that Yesia's heard him. "No, nothing," he replies airily, despite the furrow of brow that lingers. "I mean, I'm sure it's nothing." Leiventh retreats in his path across the lake, taking a long, banking path back. He's in no hurry. "So, mm, Edyis. Stalking your fellow weyrlings, are you?" Not-so-casual attempt to change the topic, his pale gaze settles on the brown weyrling; she of the pair is the most likely to catch the brief flicker of amusement in the bronzerider's regard. A puff of cold wafts in her direction, fading moments later, carrying with it amusement. And, after a beat, near soundless: « Aath. » No? (To Aeaeth from Leiventh) Aeaeth's music stops, her colors withdraw, and there is static silence as she stares into Yesia's eyes intently. Yesia's forgotten Edyis' lurking, forgotten everything but her dragon, and smoothes her hand over the green's snout gently. "No, shh, baby," assures Yesia, nevertheless looking fretful. "No, he's not lying, there is nothing on your back. No, not your wings either." The look that Yesia turns on R'hin could melt steel, all pretty coyness gone. "She just got cleared by the dragonhealers," the girl asserts. "Stop scaring her. Sir." That drips with condescension. From static silence, tentative ribbons uncurl in nervous, tremulous colors, carrying shrill notes of worry. « No. Aeaeth. » She pronounces it very carefully indeed. (To Leiventh from Aeaeth) Edyis quirks a brow at the bronzerider, relaxing more though she just frowns at her lifemate's protectiveness. Just got cleared by the dragonhealers, however, does get the former scribe's attention and concern briefly tinges her expression before it melts away. Akluseth remains next to his clutchmate; wing still stretched protectively. "Snowdrift is hard to impress looks like." A change of topic, though whether for Yesia's comfort or someone else's... "I said it was nothing," R'hin asserts, his gaze easing back towards Yesia, while he regards their exchange with an intensity of keen interest, and the look that follows in his direction with a low-throated chuckle. It'd be hard to not be aware of the condescension in that address, and yet there's little care in the bronzerider's stance as he glances upwards, moments before Leiventh's dark shape crosses overhead again, stirring another down draft and spiral of snowflake eddies. "How do you figure?" is asked of Edyis, curiously, the bronzerider's head tipping. A long, long pause, while the wind falls and rises in long, unmeasured beats to stir those ribbons aplenty. « No, » is said with certainty, like she doesn't know her own name. (To Aeaeth from Leiventh) A single beat as he passes overhead; to quick to identify. Drum? A single peal of thunder? A clash of a harper's brassy instrument? No; gone. (To Akluseth from Leiventh) There is alarmed confusion there, the ribbons retracting and shifting abruptly to anxious goldenrod. « What? No? Yes. I know my name, » but Aeaeth sounds suddenly uncertain. (To Leiventh from Aeaeth) The little green is perhaps too young for it to mean much, but she does burrow herself beneath Akluseth's protective wing thankfully. All the better to hide from Leiventh's hovering shape and R'hin's dismissive scrutiny. It pulls her from Yesia, too, and the girl's ochre eyes go wide as she turns to Edyis. What is the meaning of this? is all in her gesture, looking between their dragons and her peer. "Aeaeth," she cajoles gently, "Please? You heard him. He said it's nothing. The dragonhealers would have seen something, if it was there, and it isn't." The green huffs irritably and nestles closer. She's not coming out, mom. Worry, worry. So much worry, spotty strobes of anxious yellow, and Aeaeth asks, « Tell me my name? » completely without preamble. (To Akluseth from Aeaeth) To Aeaeth, Leiventh's plainly unconvinced, the swirl of cold winds circling around her once more, adopting some of that uncertainty, redirecting it back, before dissipating into nothingness. Jellyfishes bright and graceful drift through the waves, their movements calm and trance like. « Aeaeth. Your name is Aeaeth, don't be upset. I won't let anyone mess with you, promise. » (To Aeaeth from Akluseth) "Eye rolling typically isn't a good sign. Nor is going in the opposite direction." Edyis muses, "But my powers of observation could be flawed. Horribly so." with a half crooked grin. At least, until Aeaeth is burrowing under Akluseth's wing and Edyis makes a tiny strangled sound when Yesia's attention lands on her. That Akluseth just keeps his wing protectively over her does not help. She gives R'hin a look then; Help! Thunder? No, water endless, restless waves. An entire fathomless ocean of energy. (To Leiventh from Akluseth) "It could well be," R'hin replies, of Edyis' powers of observation, with a twitch of lips. The exchange between weyrling greenrider and dragon pair is well-observed by R'hin, making a near-soundless note of approval, of all things. Either he doesn't notice Edyis' beseeching look, or the timing is perfect, because suddenly he's moving, striding towards the bowl without a backward glance, like he's just heard something more important's happening somewhere else and he needs to be there. Silence. No, more than that; the absence of noise is the only response from the taciturn bronze. (To Akluseth from Leiventh) Pink, for you. It's always pink. « Are you saying my name wrong? » Aeaeth asks, clearly distressed--she's bad at hiding it. « I don't think I know my own name. » It's the saddest song ever, being played on littlest lute. « I'm so confused! » (To Yesia from Aeaeth) Yesia's moving her mouth like she's got something to say, anything, but when she tries she just splutters, "I'm - you -" at R'hin's back. He's just walking away? And Aeaeth and Akluseth are --? The greenrider looks so distressed she might have an aneurysm. When she finally finds her words, it's with the resolution of someone who has no other choices, and an exceptionally worried look at Aeaeth's twitching tail. "I'm - I'm going to find the weyrlingmaster." Critical failure. "Aeaeth, I'll be right back. Don't -- well, move if you want. I'll be right back." And she's off, not following directly after R'hin, but certainly going towards the barracks at a faster clip than she does her laps. Edyis is truly the luckiest person in the world. And while she's gaping like a fish at the departing bronze rider, (and resolving to someday get revenge) she is equally speechless when Yesia says the only words that could make the situation worse. She was getting Quinlys. Glaring at her dragon then. "You know, they will never let us in the leadership program at this rate." She huffs indignantly. « Pft. Who wants to spend all their free time with a bunch of old has beens and work themselves to death anyway. » Continuing to reassure the green until she calms down. « Friends are more important. » And so, they waited for whatever horrors would come, Edyis just prayed they weren't in the shape of a 5'4" blue riding redhead. |
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Edyis (17:55, 12 May 2015 (EDT)) said...
Levieneth is a total meanie, poor Aeaeth, on the flip side I am far less confused now! ;)
Alida (18:36, 12 May 2015 (EDT)) said...
He indirectly got Yesia and Edyis to quit digging at each other for a few seconds, while distressing everybody. Yep; classical R'hin. :D
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