Logs:Baby Dragons!
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| RL Date: 22 March, 2013 |
| Who: Azaylia, Alida, K'zin, Rasavyth, N'ky, Cailluneth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Azaylia finally gets to meet some of Hraedhyth's brood face to face! She also checks up on the weyrlings. |
| Where: Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 19, Month 4, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Jo/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Meara/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Sabella/Mentions |
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| Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr Ringed by rough granite walls to all sides but one, this end of the huge bowl narrows from the even broader plain to the west, continuing the ever so slight downward slope toward the blue and green of the Weyr's lake and surrounding foliage. More open to sun and wind than the western bowl, but less frequented when there aren't weyrlings in residence, the bowl's grassy tufts keep the topsoil in place and thicken into a bloodstained meadow within the feeding pens that adjoin the lake. At the base of the surrounding cliffs lie entrances to several caverns, including the dragon infirmary and the weyrling barracks: the former to the northwest near where the spires begin, the latter opposite to the southwest. Both archways are large and dark enough for any dragon to pass through, but it's the infirmary's that is haunted by faint smells of redwort and numbweed, as though over generations they have seeped into the very stone. To the southeast, between the weyrling area and the lake, there are a handful of structures built into the floor of the bowl, standing out amidst otherwise an empty space. The sky is clear today. The air remains cool and damp, but the weather is overall pleasant today. Sevens have passed since the hatching, since certain announcements, and since Azaylia has been seen at length by those not working in the lower caverns or living in her weyr. It seems that with new life, spring has also brought on a wave of new, yet familiar, responsibilities for weyrwoman Azaylia. In contrast, Hraedhyth has been a constant presence in the minds of her young and has even watched them from afar from time to time. It might come as a surprise, then, to see both gold and rider approaching the weyrling cavern close to sundown. The air is just cool enough to make blue dress and thick leggings comfortable, skirt shifting as Azaylia jogs over... to keep up with Hraedhyth's strides, of course. But then there's that beaming smile on her face as both stop short of actually entering the training area. To Rasavyth and Ilicaeth, Hraedhyth's familiar drums pound in time with her rider's jog, growing louder and louder, 'ominous' as the two near. « Mine wishes to meet you. » Fire burns even hotter with crackling hints of adoration and amusement. This is bound to be entertaining. Leave it to Ilicaeth to instantly recognize his dam's mental signature coming closer, the blue's 'hero worship' of Hraedhyth large enough to interrupt his mission of attempting to 'coach' Rasavyth in how to best exercise his wings. The blue's own 'eye-spotted' pinions - once stretched wide open - are now drawing partially inward so that he can more easily jerk his neck and head about to peer with rapidly-whirling blue eyes at the approaching elder pair. The growing blue gives a loud (for a weyrling) bright bugle, and his often moving tail is twitching like the dickens, now, as he fairly vibrates in place while awaiting Hraedhyth. As for Alida and K'zin, well, *they* are tossing a good-sized medicine-ball back and forth, the former Smith and ex-guard both attending to their own exercise regimins. "Aww man... Here it comes..." the bun-wearing blonde snorks in aside to Waki as she catches the quite-hefty ball in open arms, then peering at both approaching females. Like a little boy seeing his mom for the first time in a few weeks after having been to camp, « You came! » His big, rough and tough, and super cool plus sweet momma! (Ilicaeth to Hraedhyth) There's a moment as Hraedhyth picks apart the bones of Ilicaeth's exclamation. She's looking for gristle, for any reason he might doubt that she would. Satisfied that it is only his excitement, the gold gives a deeply pleased snarl, « Of course. » (Hraedhyth to Ilicaeth) Recovering a little of his 'must command respect' mindset, the excited little blue's flowing sands cease peppering his dam willy-nilly, instead swirling around her legs and tail, their grains creating momentary images in multicolors that reflect much of what he's seen and done since the last time they actively communicated. Faces, figures, sensations and experiences, she bombarded with them, but in a loose semblance of order. Out of left-field « Yours is taller than mine! » Of course she would be, being your rider, the rider of a gold. (Ilicaeth to Hraedhyth) When the gold reaches for the minds of the young ones, Rasavyth's oozy shimmer is draped across a sandy arid expanse as he interacts with Ilicaeth, mirroring the dragon's preferred way of being. As Hraedhyth's touch is recognized, the sand begins to tremble, and then dance as drums are summoned to greet her. « Has anyone ever told you that you and yours have most excellent timing? We were just finishing! » They weren't. They'd barely begun to get into the meat of the conversation. But gosh it sure sounds convincing in that pleasantly purring tenor. (Rasavyth to Hraedhyth and Ilicaeth) Rasavyth stands off to one side and slightly behind where Ilicaeth is teaching, watching the blue with bored gaze. He's mimicking the moves as best he can, but this is not his strong suit, and he's not really putting a lot of effort into it. He's giving the blue a chance at teaching, but was strong-armed into that as he really only finds admitting weakness acceptable to his own, and even then he doesn't like it. As Hraedhyth nears, his eyes begin ramp up from a crawl to a proper whirl, attention shifting away from the blue, exercises now forgotten. "Here what comes?" K'zin queries, as he adjusts his stance to receive the next throw. Then the gold is spotted, and her rider beside her. His face gets a positively goofy grin and as Alida tosses the ball back to him-- "Oof!" it catches him in the gut and he stumbles, blush rising to his cheeks, but straightening up quickly enough that it seems no damage was done to anything but his pride. That slowing jog picks up again at the familiar faces and not-so familiar dragonets, double-time when K'zin is so seriously injured. Oh wait, he's fine! It doesn't keep the concern out of Azaylia's gaze, her attention soon stolen by blue and bronze. There are others of Hraedhyth's, of Iesaryth's about and she'll get to them soon. "Oh." The weyrwoman presses both hands to her lips, giving a little bounce in place as she looks from Illicaeth to Rasavyth. "Oh..! They're perfect. Alida, K'zin! I know it's late but congratulations." There may be a muffled squeal. Hraedhyth prowls closer, finding enough room for her to lay down on her belly and watch as her lifemate unleashes two weeks worth of gushing onto both weyrlings. Ilicaeth's bugle prompts a sudden bellow from his dam, savage though it sounds her eyes are a joyous sapphire. « Mine is taller than many, but not all. » Sand is here as well, in Hraedhyth's flames, being kicked up and caught up as her influence spreads to include not just Illicaeth. The warm enveloping is fleeting for the sake of youthful pride, embracing Rasavyth as thoughts dance with amusement to those drums. « No. » Her answer is quite literal. But then, « We will leave you to finish, after. » Exercise is important, and the charming little bronze won't be wriggling out of it if she has any say. (Hraedhyth to Rasavyth and Ilicaeth) His brother bronze gets away with slacking off *this* time due mostly to Ilicaeth's profound enjoyment of Hraedhyth being present, and the blue's tender age. Must live in the moment, after all, especially being a dragon! As Alida first eyes Waki for any problems with catching the ball badly, then looks over to her lifemate to offer him a casual wave-off, 'caeth almost bounds forward to intercept his dam, restrained to a fast pacing only by the knowledge that he must keep firm self-control in his rider's presence, given his riotous reaction to meat a few days ago. Right up to the gold's chest he tromps - after she's layed down, of course - the blue looking up-up-up at her from stretched-out neck and craned head, then offering Hrae a...baring of teeth at her big bellow?? A small wince of leftover caution from the former incident in the galleries shimmies over the blonde's form, her ears ringing a little from the gold's sound of greeting to her little offspring. Alida notices her dragon's antics, and quickly calls to Azaylia, "Uh, he's grinning..!" Because the teeth-baring looks more like a presage to a battle, really. A quick look back to make certain K'zin's okay soon leads into the female weyrling stepping out to meet Azaylia halfway, the younger woman actually grinning from ear-to-ear at both the human and draconic greetings taking place. "Not so perfect, but I'll be glad t'let your illusion stand," the ex-guard smirks to the other woman. "Good seein' you again, weyrwoman. Thanks...fer *him*, too." A pointed look at her blue winds up with the holder gal peering at the big gold dragon and losing some of her grin. Finally: "You too, Hraedhyth. Thanks." « He will continue to work with me after we're finished! » Ilicaeth seems to 'promise' his dam of the slacking Rasavyth, the blue barging forward without a ton of thought given to potential consequences. Ahh, youth. The swirl of multi-colored sands and their bits of quartz and mica reflect not only the gold's heat, but the little bronze's shimmer, leading to a realm of mental 'reflection.' (Ilicaeth to Hraedhyth and Rasavyth) Over-sized wings are folded, and Rasavyth follows after the blue. Though when the blue starts to near their shared dam, the bronze's path diverges. Up to Azaylia he glides, stopping just in front of her, curling his tail about his toes. His sharp featured face tilts up to regard the Weyrwoman with interest. Then his head is tilted down and headknobs are offered up in case she should like to scritch him. It's a warmer reception by far than most newcomers get. K'zin waves off Alida's concern and sets the medicine ball down on the ground, breaking into a jog to catch up to the others who've headed towards the gold pair. His hands run self-consciously through shorn locks. He'd probably check a mirror if he had one (or a dragon! if he could get Ras to look at him). "Hello, Azaylia." His smile is warm, but no longer the doofy grin. The shimmering drums slow to a tempo of mourning, « Oh, but don't speak of going when you've only just arrived. » You want to break his poor, sweet, bronze heart or somethin'? His attention flickers on past the subject of exercise as though it doesn't exist, a little wave of his oozing charm trying to gently persuade the other minds to accompany him to happier thoughts: we're Hrae's babies! Azaylia is meeting us! Live in the moment! is the sense of where he'd rather the minds be focused. « Would you please relay to your Azaylia » Images briefly flash of the woman's face, a collection of her various smiles and laughter, « I am most pleased to make her acquaintance at last? » (Rasavyth to Hraedhyth and Ilicaeth) Hraedhyth is not as immune to baby dragons as she may seem, tail giving a few thumps as Ilicaeth nears. Azaylia turns to watch the blue leave, dissapointed for as long as it takes her to remember that there's still Rasavyth to coo over. "Hello Rasavyth. It's very nice to finally meet you." Her lower lip is snatched up to muffle another happynoise when the bronze dips his head. "It's alright." She at least takes time to soothe any of Alida's worries while fingertips stroke and nails glide along the base of the bronze's 'knobs, "It's cute. I wouldn't think Ilicaeth meant anything by it. And... you're welcome." A bashful reply clearly born of manners. The goldrider is standing near Alida, soon joined by K'zin as Hraedhyth watches nearby, Ilicaeth in front of the queen. The sound of her name pulls her away enough for a glance and sweet, "Hello." Doubletake. "Oh, your hair." Not enough to still her hand, though. To Ilicaeth and Rasavyth, Hraedhyth brushes over both of their minds with coarse fur. Ilicaeth's with pride for his promise and Rasavyth's to soothe any worries, real or imaginary. « We will stay for some time. » She is content. Her rider? Overjoyed, and it is impossible for such a bond to leave even her sturdy mind untouched, fire leaping as she gives a low laugh, « She says the same. » An observation, not a message, as Rasavyth is very well aware at this point. Still, she will relay what he's said, which only results in another happynoise. « She cares for you both very much. » Unspoken is a relief shared at respite from mounting duties that would otherwise keep them away. Perhaps Azaylia might forgive Ilicaeth more easily if she can feel her own dragon's enjoyment of having the blue near; the weyrling dragon whuffling at Hraedhyth's skin to see if she actually feels as volcanically hot as her mind is. No fear, no hesitation, all pleasure is he! "Mmf...I think he's totally ga-ga over her," Alida roundaboutly attempts to apologize to the disappointed weyrwoman when Ilicaeth abandons her for the gold. And then the blonde's returning her gaze back to the human 'pack' she's standing among, a quiet little smile and bob of her head given to Azaylia, along with her low, "For some reason, 'caeth sometimes likes ta' mimic me." That smirky-grin of hers, anyway. For a moment, 'lida quiets to note the goldrider's reaction to Waki's shorn hair, a faint smirk touching one of the corners of her mouth as the ex-guard keeps mum. « Indeed! No reason to go right now... » Ilicaeth assures everyone, the blue enjoying this socializing and share of information right down to his core. At the 'reassurance' that not only she, but Azaylia, like them much, the blue's swirling sands reach heavenward in multiple and multicolored gyres, which then fragment to rain down quartz and mica upon their minds. But the blue is soon on to 'business' again, inquiring directly of his dam, « Do you like to... » Cue sudden images of dragons mock-battling - much as prize-fighters would, except with draconic limbs and such - those pictures accompanied by bursts of the gold's heat and fire, along with Ilicaeth's gritty sand, and maybe even a hint of Rasavyth's seeping shimmer. (Ilicaeth to Rasavyth and Hraedhyth) In his enjoyment, Ilicaeth appears to have forgotten a few things his lifemate told him, for with his usual acerbic wit, the blue notes dryly of the little bronze's words to the gold, « Brown nose... » (Ilicaeth to Hraedhyth and Rasavyth) N'ky's lucky he has his height and eternal coltishness to differentiate him from the crowd, because without his trademark curls he might otherwise be hard to recognise. His short-shorn choppy locks still seem desperate to curl into their more typical wild array despite being little more than an inch and a half long, and stick out in so many untameable cowlicks. They're still of interest to Cailluneth, who, despite being far bigger than on her hatching day, is being carried by N'ky; she snorts softly at one sticky-up bit in particular until the gathering of weyrlings and weyrwoman is of more interest than the bouncing of a would-be curl. She makes no attempt to get down as they approach the small group, though she looks towards Hraedhyth with a blue-whirled gaze. N'ky makes no attempt to put her down, either, as he wordlessly slips in behind K'zin and Alida to smile shyly at Azaylia. Azaylia's got the magic touch! Probably because itchy headknobs is an inherited trait. All lids slide shut on the bronze and he leeeeans into the goldrider's touch, a growl of pleasure that would seem carnal, were it not for his obvious youth. K'zin is busy looking anywhere else but at Azaylia, so he catches the smirk form Alida and elbows the guard lightly (not hard enough to cause any damage, just enough to send the cut it out or NOT helping message). "Yeah... K'del said that there'd been lice when he was a weyrling, and some of the weyrlingmasters were cutting hair and-- I figured I'd have Sabs do it for me since she actually knows how to cut hair." His fingers go through it again, "Not too bad, is it?" He bites his lower lip. His expression abruptly changes when he has to choke back a laugh before shooting a not helping look to Ras, who's blissfully unaware. Alida's defense lessons must have helped because as N'ky approaches from behind, the bronze weyrling glances, and steps to the side, creating a wider gap for N'ky. Then he looks again, and stares. His turn to be surprise by a haircut. The pleasure sensations flooding K'zin's mind go unchecked. What was it about not overloading young dragon's mind with strong feelings, sensations and emotions? Why do they never talk about when your dragon does it to you? It is arousing. K'zin is quickly trying to think of unpleasant things to save himself from embarrassment. Rasavyth doesn't help matters when he purrs, « Oh, you must fuck this one, K'zin. Her hands are wonderful. » Shells, Ras! We're not supposed to think about those things yet! « Oh yes? » The dragon clearly already knows that but manages to sound surprised at any rate, then helpfully provides a flip-book version of 'Wakizians Best Sketches'. RAS! « What? It can't hurt to let the lady know you're interested and-- ready. Virile. Young. Strong. » (Rasavyth to K'zin) As Cai is brought near, the not private mental conversation begins to include her as well. « Funny, coming from a dragon who quakes with pleasure » The shock of the feeling is inappropriately strong as it is briefly shared. « I'm not sure you know what brown nosing looks like, or you might see it through your lifemate's eyes just now when she looks at you. » The comment is purred and its edged wit humor to soften the sting of any of his words. « Besides, when my K'zin feels for her Azaylia, what kind of lifemate would I be were I not to be pleased to meet her? » (Rasavyth to Ilicaeth, Hraedhyth, and Cailluneth) "Mimic? That is cute." Azaylia decides, eyes eventually tearing away from the bronze weyrling's hair to find Alida. Words are unable to escape without a breathless laugh, "That's only fair, since Hraedhyth's 'ga-ga' over him too." Not an exaggeration, but perhaps surprising to those only vaguely familiar with her lifemate. Hraedhyth doesn't tense but makes sure to keep still as Ilicaeth inspects her, hide warmed by a day of sunning but not scorching, no. Rasavyth steals her back with that growl, "Oh, you are just..." The weyrwoman doesn't finish her soft coo, carefully adding a bit more pressure as she begins to inspect the rest of the bronze. "Nooo. Of course not." She answers K'zin, murmur low and saccharine as if still speaking to his dragonet. She'll snap out of it with an sheepish glance, gaze remaining once she catches sight of N'ky. "Hello. Oh and-- I wish I could have carried Hraedhyth. That's so... Hello little Cailluneth." « Focus. » "Sorry." Another laugh at her own excitement for their dragons, "It's very... smart. Much better than I thought." Or what she feared. Her keen ears take in the sound of someone's approach to her six, Alida looking over her shoulder to notice the Cailluneth-carrying N'ky's approach. The mixed look on the bluie's face says it all: 'Kinda' embarrassing' and 'They finally got you, too...' as the blonde peers at the little green and then the youth's hair. If allowed, though, when Nicky stands just behind them, the former guard reaches back and seeks to deliver a firm rub and scritch to Cai's headknobs. At least she knows the greenie likes *that*. And then K'zin's elbowing her, and the often-touchy female whips her head around to eyeball him for a moment, though she remains silent...her scant irritation fading away when she notices the quick smoothness of the bronzer's reaction to N'ky. A little grin for the weyrwoman's words of ga-ga dragons transitions into a soft smirk at all the affection exchanged between Azaylia and Rasavyth, the blonde then scoping out how Ilicaeth and Hraedhyth are doing. And what that exactly is is the little blue chuffing his pleasure at the warmth his dam radiates...and curling himself up loosely beside the giant queen, his back just touching her chest, if allowed. From that vantage, he feels quite safe enough to turn his bright and rapidly-whirling blue gaze out on the humans gathered together nearby. Dam's contralto is all too audible, conversation easy to overhear as well as ignore should young minds choose. « I do. » A primal growl, a rumbling that has little to do with hunger, unless it is that for violence. Action. « I have. » Though not recently. With Ilicaeth's reminder, that is likely to change. Instead she dusts off a memory, sniffed out through distracted bond and tossed into flames where a mock-battle with a brown rages. Snarling jaws that snap at air a second too late, bodies thudding upon impact, and as ferocious as it seems... all in good fun! As they watch, should they watch, there is a faint snap at the blue's haunches: be nice to your brother. (Hraedhyth to Ilicaeth, Rasavyth, and Cailluneth) Cailluneth rumbles raspily at Azaylia, half-stretching her pale wings in a lazy flex, before tucking them back in against her sides. She goes to bury her muzzle in N'ky's missing curls, snorting in frustration when she remembers they're not there. Her tail tightens around his waist, and the teen gently readjusts her weight in his arms as she leans over to take full advantage of Alida's scritch - it takes both of them to hold her properly, these days, meaning his hands are too full for scratches as well. "She's growing too f-fast, ma'am," he replies to the weyrwoman, both with sadness and pride. For his stare, K'zin gets a sheepish, shy sort of look - yes, N'ky's very aware of how his hair looks, and he might be just a tad bashful about it. Taking his cue from his rider's mind, Ilicaeth also includes Cailluneth in on the conversation with his own wry rejoinder to Ras: « Mhm. Yeah. You're still an ass-kisser, even with the pretty words and distractions. » Nothing like having a tough lifemate to lend a weyrling to some foulness...though the blue is grinning inside, his sands whirling in a pattern that mimics Alida's smirky-smile. A sudden bark of surprise makes all of the sand heave up then collapse, however. (Ilicaeth to Hraedhyth, Rasavyth, and Cailluneth) Oh, the visceral excitement and feral joy those feelings and images call up in the blue! His sand swirls become more organized and concentrated, darker, metamorphosizing into the towering black whirlwinds of gritty, razor-edged destruction that the gold got a glimpse of not long ago. « Soon, soon we must do that. » Oh, the joy of being a warrior! (Ilicaeth to Hraedhyth) To Ilicaeth, Hraedhyth, and Rasavyth, Cailluneth is a silvery presence on the edge of the conversation, a lunar nimbus testing the waters and listening, though not necessarily contributing until she learns the lay of the mental land. There's a glow of approval for Hraedhyth's chastising of her brothers, soothing moonshine extended briefly to the boys in a pale wash of calm; a tide of balm drawn to the moon of their conflict before ebbing away gently. K'zin gives N'ky a thumbs up after staring for a moment. The shock of his hair was a helpful distraction, but now that the shock is over... K'zin is developing a-- problem. The source? Well, another throaty growl from Ras might lend a clue to as to that. It's subtle at first, and before it gets beyond subtle, K'zin is excusing himself with awkward swiftness, "I- I-- Sorry! I forgot something!" And he turns, jog-hopping his way to barracks. Ras, at first, does not seem inclined to move away from Azaylia's hand, but a decidedly angry call of: "RASAVYTH!" over the former-Smith's shoulder has lids lazing open. He's lost for a moment, chuffing in draconic laughter, and with a sweet croon of farewell to all, he's strolling back towards the barracks. Amusement joins pleasure in flooding K'zin's senses, « Now, really, K'zin. It's nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, I gather- » From his extensive research? « That the size of one's manhood determines a great deal in the social order, so why not display it proudly? » Evidently, the bronze at least has faith in his lifemate's ability to measure up in the world! (Rasavyth to K'zin) The growling, surprisingly affectionate bronze is enough that elbows and eyeballs are entirely missed by Azaylia. Since her gold's playful scold, the woman has managed to calm herself so that she might give the weyrlings some attention as well. "She's beautiful, N'ky." Uttered without a squeal, light voice returning to it's usual gentle cadence. "They do that. Grow up too fast. Though for you all I'm sure it'll feel too slo--" At K'zin's sudden departure, the weyrwoman is left standing and blinking with his dragon. "Oh." Not quite the end to her sentence. It's when Rasavyth is summoned with anger that has her looking after the pair, concerned. "I hope it wasn't anything I did?" She asks the remaining weyrlings as if they have any insight into such odd behavior. But, seeing as Alida has reached for Cailluneth's headknobs, she only watches with a light bite to her lip. "How has it been, so far? Though I'm sure you've been asked that plenty." Hraedhyth lifts her head at the odd departure, watching with an intense focus before her gaze drops back down to Ilicaeth. The gold shifts her weight to 'make room' for the blue, curling towards him ever so carefully, as if afraid she might squish him. To Ilicaeth, Hraedhyth's answer comes without hesitation, « You are much too small. » Not an insult, but firm fact. « You will be for some time. » The truth echoes in her pounding drums, each punctuating what she has said. This is not up for discussion. And yet, there is a warm gust of smoke for his spirit. Flames catch the glint of that silver, touching sparks which pop enticingly as Hraedhyth keenly senses her daughter's presence. Her drums pound at a slow, content rhythm, welcoming but making no attempt to force the green to engage. Where she might be so forceful with others, maternal instincts override others, keep them at bay. (Hraedhyth to Cailluneth) "They're all standouts fer one reason 'r another..." Alida murmurs on the heels of Azaylia's sentiment about Cailluneth, the often crusty young woman's tone easy, even a bit warm. A look and chin-jerk over at N'ky when the goldrider 'loses' Rasavyth to fawn over might incline him to bring the little green over to the weyrwoman for some affection. The bluie stops scritching Cai herself, giving the 'task' over to Azaylia, if she so wishes, another of her trademark smirks overcoming her as Waki bellows out to his chuffing lifemate. "I'd say it's something Ras did." A look at Nicky once more to see how he's doing presages another shift in conversation to the other woman, Alida shrugging and noting, "Good days, bad days, work 'n such. Makes me even more appreciative uv' my own rare down time alone." Well, as alone as a bonded rider can ever get. Out beyond the group, an only slightly grumbly (and chastened) Ilicaeth busily twitches his tail against his dam's warm skin in erratic patterns, even as he occasionally rumbles and once even 'barks' to her. Apparently he's busy. To Hraedhyth, Cailluneth may be a softer presence, but the welcome of her dam is met cool silver strength. She turns each drumbeat to gold not unlike Hraedhyth's hide, sound rippling as colour in growing concentric circles that grow and overflow - sparks of crystalline rainbow erupt from each collision, while the suggestion of an ochre rhythm to match the beat of drums weaves its contented way throughout. There's some growly bit of surliness at his chastisement when the mouthy Rasavyth didn't get any, but - like his lifemate - Ilicaeth owns up to and takes care of his own problems. For Hraedhyth's unequivocal 'no,' however... « You would be careful. You wouldn't hurt me. And I am not big enough to hurt you. » Cue that solid rock wall of his, which coalesces out of his sand. (Ilicaeth to Hraedhyth) From the way K'zin awkward-jogs off, N'ky feels pretty confident in shaking his head at Azaylia, and glowering in brief suspicion at Rasavyth. "No ma'am, n-nothing you --" It strikes him that that might not be entirely true, and the green weyrling falters before coming up with a quick (he hopes) recovery, "-- d-did just now. Um... I don't think so, anyway." He gives the weyrwoman a gentle smile, eagerly snatching up the subject of dragons to steer away from his best friend's rapid departure. "I c-can't wait for her to grow up, but, um, I wish she'd st-stay small enough to c-carry for longer." Cailluneth croons her agreement to that statement, and, while she's got a whirl of sadness in her bright eye for Alida's relinquished touch, she's certainly not opposed to seeking affection from Azaylia. She's so not opposed to it, in fact, that she brazenly stretches out towards the weyrwoman. "So f-far, it's been..." Words fail N'ky, and so he settles for a huge grin and a quiet laugh to describe the experience alongside Alida's explanation. "I d-don't know that I'd ever want alone time again," he adds quietly, resting his head briefly against Cailluneth's warm hide. To Cailluneth, Hraedhyth pays mind to those colors while her own usual red, orange, black and brown mean little in the language that the little green speaks. They are constant, they mean everything. Curiosity keeps the queen silent, rich ochre rhythm echoing with some awe at Cailluneth's thoughts. She gives a low growl, pleased by what she sees. A pause, to see the colours of Hraedhyth's mind; a beat to try and understand them. Orange is captured, charged with pleasure and fire, run through with white ribbons of lifelust and vermillion bloodlust. Excitement flickers keenly in a suggestion of yellow, everything building and growing in intensity - before exploding into love's pink, rosy shooting stars fizzling slowly into the cool, inviting moonlight that creeps up and takes over. (Cailluneth to Hraedhyth) "Poor thing. Hrae should have kept her itchy 'knobs to herself." Her other hand reaches up to see if perhaps the green minds being stroked under her jaw, all but cradling the dragonet's head. Her touch is firm, but not too much so, "Rasavyth? Hm. Baby dragons can be unpredictable." She smiles at that fact, one they're probably familiar with by now. With a gentle sigh, she looks to both N'ky and Alida, "Sounds about normal, then? I was worried." Two weeks is a long time for her not to have checked in! ...Nevermind the regular reports made by their Weyrlingmasters. A weyrwoman needs to be able to multitask, and she balances scritching Cailluneth with speaking, "If any of you need anything, I'll try and help. Though... I suppose that's what your Weyrlingmasters are for." She realizes with a shy smile. Hraedhyth doesn't looked bothered by that twitchy tail, the tip of her own giving a few uneasy flicks despite her too-still form. All except her neck, as it allows her to crane her head down and nose at Ilicaeth. She hovers rather than making any actual contact, warm rumble washing over him. To Ilicaeth, Hraedhyth allows the blue his grumbling as long as it doesn't lead to outright rebellion. As for her being careful, « I would. » She is, even now, the full force of her influence kept seperate from all of the young dragons. « I might. » Hurt him. Flames flicker, quivering out of restraint, out of fear for the unforgivable. So, « No. » "You two make me think about dying of a sweetener overdose..." Alida notes wryly to N'ky's cuddling of Cailluneth, a twist of a smirky-grin decorating her features...though a flash of honest warmth is seen in her green eyes for the sight of them. A small hint of a frown and a vague almost-purse of the ex-guard's lips is her non-verbal reply to word to Rasavyth, the blonde then shrugging slightly to Azaylia. "As far as I c'n tell, it's likely what all weyrlings've gone through fer time immemorial." What, is she keeping tabs? For the goldrider's offer, however, "By-the-way, wanted ta' offer my thanks for just such, Azaylia. That idea that Hraedhyth forwarded from you to Ilicaeth worked really well for his itchiness." And *that* fact brings a wide and rare smile to Alida's whole face. "You saved us both a *lot* uv pain." Right now, Ilicaeth's not itchy or hungry or anything more than momentarily grumpy over something - seen in the very temporary orange spots in his otherwise blue compound gaze - but with the tip down of Hraedhyth's head towards him, why, the brave little blue simply stretches out his own slightly short neck then rubs his oiled chin against his dam's nose...his much smaller lungs able to offer up only their own micro-rumble back. Cue Alida, once more, as she looks over at their noises: "Okay, now I'm gonna be positively *ill* from sweetness." Eyecross, smirk. Bloodlust? Now that catches Hraedhyth's already rapt attention, watching with quiet pride as the pup puzzles and finds her own solutions. Pink. That is also curious, inspected as carefully as the rest of Cailluneth's hues, as if they're fragile. Though she knows the green isn't, can't be. Not if she's the progeny of a warrior queen. (Hraedhyth to Cailluneth) That's all his inexperienced heart and mind can call up in regards to opposing his formiddable dam: temporary and three-quarter's rebellion. He's learning too much pragmatism from his lifemate to protest such common sense...even if it irks him. « Later, then. If I must wait, we must 'battle' spectacularly. » A promise. (Ilicaeth to Hraedhyth) Cailluneth likes it juuuust like that, and the fingers under her jaw have the little green purring in delight, 'lids closing and neck craning to get closer to Azaylia. "Y-you've got her p-perfect there, ma'am - a-all she needs is a hand along her 'r-ridges and she'll be l-lost." Though with the way N'ky's holding her, a hand to the sides of the tubby green's spine may not be the easiest thing to manage. He grins at Alida with a warmth that's grown in the past fortnight or so, and that's definitely easier, more relaxed than the friendliness he tried on her during their candidacy. "P-poor itchy Ilicaeth broke my cot," he explains to the weyrwoman, looking sideways and winking at the blue weyrling. "Cailluneth w-was mad, but it, um, w-wasn't a big deal. Sh-she doesn't really, um, fit in with me any more, a-anyway." Just a little more sweetness to add to Alida's sickness! Not fragile. Gentle, soothing, soft, but never fragile. Never timid. Never anything less than she simply is. The pink takes a beat of its own, the throbbing of a heart, quickened by lifeblood's pounding through the invisible surface, building to a fractured staccato, symbolised by the fearful green-grey that closes in to curl with strangling closeness that stifles rhythm, suffocating it out. Huntress to prey. (Cailluneth to Hraedhyth) In this, Azaylia is unapologetic. Poor Alida. At N'ky's instruction, her knuckle leaves Cailluneth's chin and brush over her ridges, taking a few steps closer so that the green isn't causing her lifemate any unnecessary strain. "Oh." Airy surprise is for Alida's gratitude, answering with a slow smile, "You're very welcome. I wasn't sure if it was a real thing. But I remember a picky dragon from my class who insisted that thick oil was lower quality." Poor weyrling. Even if that's true, it seems to have worked well enough for the blue pair. "Oh stop. It's sweet." That's for Alida and her equally playful complaints. Even broken cots do nothing to dim her smile, "Hraedhyth had me sleeping in her couch with her a lot of nights. You've gotten a new cot since?" The gold in question won't bridge the gap, but she won't stop Ilicaeth from doing so, giving a growl that leans more towards a happy croon. It may hurt more than help matters, the memory his elder conjures up from the other side of her flames. Hraedhyth in another tussel, this time with a blue dragon... that's what he is! She pauses, letting him take in the picture her smoke and fire paints before continuing. Tacuseth is the culprit, the one his Dam has battled so ferociously. And what did she get for it? Why, « He bit me on my stomach. » Low register is uneven, holding back low chuckles of amusement. There is no resentment for such a formidable foe. (Hraedhyth to Ilicaeth) Well then, let Alida do the deed, the woman slowly reaching over again ato Caillunethand taking up the rubbing of wherever Azaylia left behind with deft fingers. "Don't remind us..." the young woman mutters of that bed-breaking incident, her casual 'us' perhaps a subtle indication as to how her thinking's changed some since Impressing Ilicaeth. "Hoo jays, it was all *too* real..." the blonde comments of that incident of the blue's crazy itching, then snorting softly at the weyrwoman's gentle remonstrance. Butting in a little on the goldie's question for Nicky: "I made *certain* he did. 'caeth was ever trying to help with it." Smirk. As for that specific, bed-breaking dragonet, *he's* whuffling over his dam's nose, taking in her scents with a curious, eager, mellow nose...that's bumped firmly up against her hide. To Cailluneth, Hraedhyth thrums with pride for who she is. Her drums match adrenaline-fueled pulse, experience adding to the crimson crescendo, to coppery satisfaction. Panic turns to joy, transferred from prey to predators. To both of them. And yet it is never too early to impart a lesson, « Never for fun. Do not toy with them, it is cruel. » Her voice husks, a quiet crackle of heat, « We must be grateful for their sacrifice. » Fixating like a war-hawk on that memory that spools out before his mind, Ilicaeth both growls and croons to see Tacuseth - a *blue!* - tussling in earnest with his dam. The eddies of the little blue's mind spring up again, gyring and cavorting until they begin to come together to form a triad of black-sand dest devils whirling with raspy silica. A thrill of primal emotion for the bite to the gold's belly is barely held in restraint enough so that Ilicaeth can growl-rumble « Were you hurt too badly? » For he'd not want to deeply injure anyone whom he was simply sparring with. (Ilicaeth to Hraedhyth) N'ky's about to answer when Alida does for him. "Yup," he adds, grinning warmly at his clutchmate. "But, um, I moved the m-mattress to Cailluneth's couch, um, j-just a few days ago. C-could, um..." The question is stifled and he bites down on his lip, brows furrowing thoughtfully over his brown eyes. He takes a few seconds to continue, somewhat hesitantly. "Um... m-may I ask for, um, a-another mattress? We, um, w-we don't fit on j-just one any more." And he's clearly reluctant to have to sleep away from his lifemate, who is absolutely soaking up the attention. N'ky has to shift her weight a little bit and Cai rests her paw on his shoulder to steady herself, tail curling tight around his waist. To Hraedhyth, Cailluneth's imagery changes, colours darkening; a huntress in the night, stalking her prey as a shadowed sylph. Dark tension, the coilling of muscle, the sudden spring - then teeth to flesh, bone's crack, limp death and dulled eyes. A lightning quick yet joyous end, with no patience for toying, no time to ponder the sacrifice of another, no words to describe the elation, and the anticipation. Cailluneth wants to hunt, and now. "Oh, good." Azaylia breathes a happy sigh of relief that N'ky's not sleeping in ruins. His request causes lips to tighten in thought, though she doesn't look terribly troubled for it. "I'd suggest you talk to Quinlys." Her answer may be found in the fact that she isn't mentioning the more practical Meara. "If she needs approval from the Headwoman or anything, uhm, just say that I've allowed it?" She doesn't sound too sure about the how, but it's what she can offer. Not far off, a scrawny lad has been heading towards Hraedhyth with an uncertain weave to his steps. That is until he spots Azaylia, rushing over with a request that she come handle an issue in the lower caverns. "O-oh. Of course." The weyrwoman's hands pull away from Cailluneth to hide behind her back as she looks particularly guilty in this moment. "I'm sorry, I have to..?" Before she does, "Your dragons are wonderful. Both of them." The boy is insistant, and all too quickly Azaylia is swept away, tossing a quick, "Have a lovely evening!" Over her shoulder. Hraedhyth? She isn't going anywhere, watching her rider leave with one eye, head remaning where it is so she can snuffle back down at Ilicaeth. Well into the evening she'll stay, allowing various dragonets to approach her while making no move to do so herself. « No. » Hraedhyth is quick to answer rather than let too much suspense build up. She's never tried her hand at storytelling before. « Tacuseth is a part of our pack. Our tribe. We do not hurt each other. » Not on purpose. Memories of her Flight remain forgotten, and are far too much for a little boy blue, anyway. Though her lifemate is distracted by duties, Azaylia's mind is a library full of half-remembered battles and hazy sparring. She'll entertain him with what she can until either of them are called away. (Hraedhyth to Ilicaeth) Listening to how special things can be 'arranged' with the proper help, Alida half-grins to herself, and keeps her thoughts unvoiced. "And, apparently, so is *yours*, Azaylia..." the blonde comments about a small smile, bobbing her pale head to the curled-up Ilicaeth and the stretched-out Hraedhyth chummily pressed against one another. Notice how absently the crochety holder keeps rubbing Cailluneth. "G'night, weyrwoman..." is called out equitably to the departing female...soon followed by a bright warble of his own farewell to the woman from Ilicaeth. See, he recognized her! And he, with his lifemate's blessings, remains out there with his dam until he becomes too tired - or Hraedhyth too busy with her other progeny - to be outside anymore. Until then...why, the oddly-chatty bouncing blue baby listens to his dam with deep attention and respect...and good humor, regaling her with some of his own thoughts and tales he's experienced, taken in in his short life. (Ilicaeth to Hraedhyth) To Cailluneth, Hraedhyth considers this. Drums take on a pensive rhythm until, « Good. » She will accept thoughtless, earthier motivations. Of feeding and hunting without cruelty simply because there is no room in the midst of such passion. « When the time comes, » For Cailluneth is so little now, « You will be fun to teach. » Predator's grin reveals stained jaws, wicked enjoyment something to be shared in the future. For now, « You must eat what they feed you. » Sympathy does not shake her resolve. After, her tone softens as she attempts to coax Cailluneth to share more of her colors. For as long as the gold is able to stay close. Possibly longer than that. "Th-thanks, miss -- um, weyrwoman Azaylia." N'ky seems chuffed by her solution, though Cailluneth is less so when she's left one scritcher down. Her eyes open slowly and she growls questioningly, watching the weyrwoman leave as her weyrling calls a 'A-and you!" after her. It becomes all about Alida then and Cai turns her head to the weyrling girl until N'ky huffs in tiredness, gives the blonde an apologetic look, and has to set the growing green down. He shakes out his arms as she curls about his legs, then rubs as his shoulder. "She's g-getting too heavy," he moans quietly. Even if she isn't huge yet, there's substantial bulk to Cailluneth's chunky frame. "Um... w-would you like to come to the p-pens with me, Alida? C-Cai wants to, um, watch the h-herdbeasts." Again. "Yer gettin' bigger, chickie..." Alida notes to the set-down Cailluneth around her small smirk. "Making yer' partner's arms longer." A lift of brow to N'ky's suggestion is followed by a small roll of shoulders and a small nod. "I know 'caeth'd be interested t'watch them, too... but his mamma trumps even that, right now." A flash of white and even teeth in a grin and a thumb-jerk over her shoulder to the huddling blue and gold says it all. "Sure. Ilicaeth tells me she's got some great huntin' instincts about her..." Already the blonde is beginning to pace off towards the pens. To Hraedhyth, Cailluneth's beat pounds faster, spreading rhythmic ripples of silver-white. Hunting! Excitement! Disappoi-- oh. Must she really eat only the cold, dead meat for now? Sad blue winds its way through her thoughts, flaring into grey, though with flecks of curiosity as she runs through the tastes she's picked up from her lifemate. These inspire excitement once more, the building of her rainbow vocabulary back to a crescendo of colour that she's all too happy to share. "Um... y-yeah," N'ky agrees quietly, in response to the hunting instincts of his lifemate. "Sh-she, um... it's quite vivid." He clears his throat uncomfortably, making a choking little cough sound. Falling into step alongside the former guard, with Cailluneth trotting on ahead, they head to the pens. |
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K'zin (Wakizian (talk)) left a comment on Sat, 23 Mar 2013 05:33:59 GMT.
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Ras-to-K'zin messages added!
K'zin (Wakizian (talk)) left a comment on Sat, 23 Mar 2013 05:35:15 GMT.
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Also, awesome rest of the scene! Sorry to have missed out!
Alida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Sat, 23 Mar 2013 10:00:20 GMT.
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Oh MAN, I really enjoyed this one! :D
Nicky (Nicky (talk)) left a comment on Sat, 23 Mar 2013 10:01:05 GMT.
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I did, too. :)
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