Logs:Back to the Star Stones
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| RL Date: 31 March, 2008 |
| Who: Leova, Shanlee |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Shanlee and Kaylith take Leova and Vrianth up to the Star Stones. Their conversation ranges. Vrianth gets oiled. |
| Where: Star Stones, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 2, Month 11, Turn 15 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Jaeni/Mentions, L'vae/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions |
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| It had been a long morning. Especially with the sky calling: crisp, clean, painfully bright. Vrianth had stayed curled up in her dark couch while Leova changed into some of Milani's new clothes and headed out for exercises, and rather than eating in the living cavern, Leova had brought some of the egg pastries back to the barracks. It was Moll who had called them to order afterward, which was probably just as well. Vrianth had gone willingly enough to practice in the air with the others of their clutch who were already flying, throwing herself into the aerial drills and only snapping at too-slow Stilkith's tail once. Leova, though, was stuck listening to Hayda talk about requisitions. And talk. And talk. So when Shanlee had stopped by to invite them up to the Star Stones afterward, they both jumped at the chance. Not that Vrianth was pleased at finding out Leova would have to ride on Kaylith. Not at all. But she shadowed the elder green, stopping here and there on nearby ledges as they flew higher than Vrianth was accustomed to, and wrapped herself around her Leova as soon as she had dismounted. With T'rgo having headed down for some klah what with Shanlee being up here, there they were. Women. Dragons. Two green dragons now, instead of one. Sky. Vrianth senses that Kaylith's mind washes up against the weyrling green's, testing the waters, bubbling out a finger of curious prodding, « You are small as I was. » amused. Swirling away and drifting back in to offer encouragingly, « You fly well already, Vrianth. Soon you will carry yours with ease. » adding a ripple of blue, « We will show you and yours many wondrous place. Together we will go. » Beyond and beyond still, she stretches out a plethora of destinations nearly available. As has become custom for her when visiting upon so high, Shanlee's gaze goes first deep down into the bowl and its activity then slips out to horizons distant of the lands beyond the Weyr. Then it deposits onto Leova and her young green, lifemate as a smile graces the Weyrsecond's lips, "She's awfully protective of you." Funny how she'd read that wrap of draconic body around the weyrling as such. Kaylith senses Vrianth doesn't take to the prodding too well, to the touching, but her gravelly voice does agree, « Soon. » Not just someday. And she does look at the destinations Kaylith shows her, but mostly she looks over the mountains. For now. Leova's looking at the mountains too, some of the time, but mostly she's looking at her dragon. It takes a mental nudge but after a moment Vrianth loosens up enough that Leova can get to the oilskin hooked to her belt, uncork it, and start warming up the oil in her hands. "Want some too?" Almost as afterthought, "I don't mind." And protecting, being protected, sometimes it's much the same to Vrianth. Vrianth senses that Kaylith retracts her touch thoughtfully. Withdrawn but not gone. Still there is the slow ebb and flow of her mind, keeping to the shorelines of consciousness, lapping in and out. "Hmm?" drawn from wherever her mind has wandered too, Shanlee shakes her head, "No, we're good thanks." Kaylith however draws her head up looking expectant then drops it back down to where it had been resting on her forepaws. Less disappointed, more watchful, her own gaze settled out over the ledges of the bowl rather than to beyond the Weyr. A crooked smile appears as hands tug at the scarf around her neck, "Neither do I," to being protected. Kaylith senses Vrianth is roused enough to attempt banking Kaylith's thoughts where they touch hers, not to keep them away entirely but to dam them into becoming less the lap of the ocean than the evenness of the lake. Less a knock at the door than simply being. And Leova simply nods, pressing warm hands to cool hide, letting the sun warm them even as the wind cools them. What she looks at now is what she's doing: the way the oil rubs into the grayer and brighter greens of Vrianth's long neck, her hands gentle enough not to hurt, firm enough to work the oil all in. Vrianth sighs out a breath, lets her inner lids close over dim blue eyes, beginning to relax. Leaning her back against Kaylith's shoulder, Shanlee's silent for many long moments just watching as Leova works the oil into her green's hide. Canting her head slightly to one side, the other woman is contemplated, until finally, "You're very quiet today, Leova. Something on your mind?" Vrianth senses that Kaylith is somewhat amused by this prospect and pulls the flow of her thoughts back, back, back edging slowly away from Vrianth. Around the curve in the stream, drying the riverbed before her as she retreats, playing hide and seek. Where's she gone? Behind this boulder? Around that bend? Kaylith senses that Vrianth notices the withdrawal with part of her attention, notices how it could be a game, but she's not to be enticed. Not today. Or, at least, not immediately. She stays where she is, soothed, soothing. There are mountains beyond them, after all. Leova's breathing slows, regulates as she works, evening out as Vrianth's does. Shanlee's question comes as a surprise, enough to lift her eyes. "Most days I talk so much?" She makes a sound, too quiet to be a laugh, and presses her forehead into a neckridge for a moment. "Too many things... Tell me what's been on your mind." Give her something else to think about. Vrianth senses that Kaylith might seem a little disappointed by the sluggish flow of water that trickles back in along the riverbed, but she's dealt with harsher, pricklier, less friendly minds before and is patient. As such she simply slips her thoughts around and passed Vrianth on towards the foothills of those mountains the younger green seems so interested in. Wry laughter shorts out from Shan, "A regular gasbag you are," teasing Leova. Sliding down Kaylith's side to end in a crouch with her back still leaned in again the very handy draconic prop, she considers her mentee's question for a moment. Slight shoulders shift against emerald hide and her answer is perfectly honest, "Old friends. The past, the future," listing some of her thoughts in a reflective tone. Shifting it back onto the weyrling, "Starting with just one might help," prompting for the other to speak her mind freely should she wish. Leova can chuckle at that. "Past. Future. But not the now?" She keeps on with her work that surely shouldn't count as work, given how much she enjoys it, how much Vrianth does too. Her palm cups the side of Vrianth's neck where the artery pulses with the beat of the green's great heart. "Strategy. Tactics. Glacier. Haven't seen L'vae much. Always going the other way. Your friends?" She gets herself more oil. Kaylith senses Vrianth is what she is. Not harsh. Not prickly. Perhaps not friendly at the moment, but not unfriendly. Though she does not think of it, perhaps Bremuth would be proud. Or not. That would require the display of pride. Vrianth senses that Kaylith flows on past, drifting around curves, splashing up against rocks. Always seeking. Forever moving forward, finding and discovering new courses to understand and navigate. Bubbles of enjoyment for each new vista, each new experience evident. Another shrug from Shanlee, "Now is now. Not much to think about is there right now? You're here, I'm here, they're here. We're talking," simple. Too simple. Features tighten ever so lightly at Leova's query but its to her brown clutchmate that the Weyrsecond makes reply, or at least reply in the form of a statement, "You miss him." Slipping now from that crouch into a position that has knees drawn up and arms hanging over their tops, the redhead cants a look upward to where the weyrling lavishes attention on her lifemate, "Something about Glacier that you need clarification on?" easily slipping past mention of friends. Leova's sideways nod agrees with the supposed simplicity of it all. They're all here. She's oiling. Vrianth's being oiled. And with Shanlee not in the mood to talk about her friends, it conveniently doesn't pressure Leova to add more about hers. "Just the basics. Favorite formations. Default formations, maybe. Changes from when R'hin was running it. How you break in someone without much experience to run the show." She glances sideways and down at Shanlee. "How you see its future." That should hold them for a while. Kaylith senses that Vrianth begins to drowse, the bubbles rising and shining in the distance. Perhaps they shape and rise and break in the beginnings of her dreams. Vrianth senses that Kaylith ever so slowly drifts further and further down the stream, stealthily slipping away from Vrianth as she drowses off. Herself seeking out the minds of others to wash against, to wrap her mind around and commune with. Leaning her head back against Kaylith's side, one could almost assume that Shanlee is drifting off into slumber much as Vrianth appears to be, except that is for the line of alertness to the petite frame. Her words come lazily even while the topic is handled in a businesslike sense, "R'hin led," end of story, firm. A soft sigh expels and the Weyrsecond elaborates further with a dry touch of humor, "Beat him into submission?" the quarter grin fades into sincerity once again, "Glacier needs to be familiar with -all- fighting formations -all- of the time and be able to adapt and change at the call of the lead dragon without question as we lead the other wings. We have no room for errors," a light frown forms, eyes snap open and glint determined green onto Leova, "Losses are unacceptable as are injuries." "Beat him. Into submission." Leova's tone can be just as dry. "If that's what you really want me to write on the report. Not very specific. Did you poke his eyes out? Hamstring? Or, wait. No injuries allowed." She doesn't poke at Vrianth's eyes but she does press the heel of her hand harder into the muscle near the base of her neck, working deeper to soften things up. And to keep her from going to sleep entirely. Kaylith senses that Vrianth isn't permitted to sleep as deeply as she would like, it seems, but neither does she fully wake. Off go the bubbles. Drifting. Vrianth senses that Kaylith flashes the barest, muzziest hint of an image out into a bubble, then pops it before Vrianth can get a full sense of what it was to be. Likely on stern mental reprimand from her rider. Shanlee quirks a corner of her mouth upward, a fine brow lifting in amusement, "No injuries allowed in the air," she corrects, then leans her head back against Kaylith again from where it had lifted, "So long as you draw blood and he's left breathing, whatever works," she could be serious there, or perhaps its just her dark sense of humor at play. Kaylith shifts her head up from her forepaws and drops an amused look on to her rider, likely prodding her mentally with some or other memory that brings a rare blush to pale cheeks and a light dig of elbow from her rider to her side, "No, love. That's...just, no," chuckling and shaking her head. Back to Leova, "I hope you're finding time to just be. There's other things beside wing reports, drills and classes you know." "You don't say. Have to remember that." Leova shifts from the deep rubs to pretending to write it on Vrianth's hide, but as it's with oil, the green doesn't mind. She leans a little, lets her near wing fall open a little so it can be reached too. Such thin wingsails, looking so deceptively fragile, to support her so. "And not especially. No." That's Leova, giving Shanlee a quizzical look. But not asking. And that's exactly the sort of thing that does intrigue the younger green. Enough, along with her rider's attentions, to waken her further. « Oh, tell me. She's laughing. » So it must be all right! (Vrianth to Kaylith) Vrianth senses that Kaylith sneaks out from behind the boulder she'd been hiding behind after that bubble was popped and paints a very, very misty picture. A dancer, long hair flowing about her, light of foot and seductive in movement. Too vague to identify the figure, too quick to mull over. There and then gone again, no verbal comment attached to it. Just a secretive burble of liquid. Grinning that crooked grin up to Leova, "You should try it. Has the most interesting results sometimes," Shan lifts a long finger in caution, "Though I must warn, you likely won't come off lightly either." Chuckling as the other woman writes an oily note onto Vrianth's hide, the wingsails of the young green given appreciative inspection, "Amazing how they hold themselves and us up with such fragile means." The quizzical look is met with a light rolling of eyes, "She likes to fiddle around in my head and then offer them up as her own form of sage advice," the Weyrsecond offers some sort of clarification, "Or just, you know. Share it with dragons she really has no business doing so with," her own green getting an eyeballing. Leova makes a doubtful noise, low in her throat and just short of a grunt. Or a snort. Then, smearing the faux writing with the palm of her hand, "Want me to pretend we didn't notice?" Except she goes right on to say, "Did you /really/ dance for him? Like that? Or just want to?" Kaylith senses that Vrianth sends approval, sends appreciation. Sleepy-looking on the outside, she's not-so-sleepy here. Not any longer. At first confused, "Notice..." Shan begins then the implications of her dragons mischievous delving set in and the Weyrsecond wears an expression of outright mortification, "Jays, no!" standing swiftly to her feet the little green that is hers is given a hard jaw-clenching look, "Stop your nonsense! You're not funny!" Uh, oh. Her back had been turned to Leova, and now she turns a cunning smile displacing any of the earlier response, "In his wildest dreams, he wishes I had." Vrianth senses that Kaylith rather than being pleased for the appreciative approval, appears somewhat chagrined. Offering somewhat meekly, « Mine says I'm to show you the truth. » in terms of the Weyrleader at any rate. Here an array of images following several blazing arguments is offered up, interspersed with another of those vague ones that shows her rider bruised and Wyaeth's bleeding. Kaylith senses that Vrianth drinks in her images with piqued interest. Such energy! Interest that peaks with a hungry, « You got him? » Of course he did. Has Shanlee ever seen Leova smirk before? Has anyone at the Reaches? Jaeni, maybe. And she's smirking now. "Of course," she says encouragingly. "Just his dreams. Good thing. Don't know what you see in him. Something of a brute, isn't he." Vrianth senses that Kaylith offers the equivalent of a mental shrug, the flow of her thoughts washing up against a boulder and then splashing back, « I was too big fit inside. » a dark, hole-in-the-wall type image is given out in explanation that not even a weyrling dragon would fit into. Stoutly, « Mine can hold her own. » Approval, however odd flickers in Shan's eyes, her own expression turned smirking in mirror of Leova's, "We've reached an understanding," vague. That is until the weyrling says what she does, green eyes narrow and the thinning of lips is almost imperceptible, but being as how she now speaks with a weyrling, mentee or not, the Weyrsecond measures her next words carefully, "We don't always see eye to eye." An understanding? Against the wall? It's on the tip of Leova's tongue but Shanlee's shift in expression gives her just enough warning. Just barely enough. "We noticed," she says. Just as evenly, and it's hard to tell just how careful she is with her adjectives, "Hard spot to be in." Kaylith senses that Vrianth returns warily, « Perhaps she should not go in there. With him. » Hold her own or not. Vrianth senses that Kaylith's next response is rapid turn of liquid that resembles chortling, « Or perhaps he shouldn't go in there with mine. » to whom should the warning be sent? Shanlee's mouth twists into pursed lip formation of dark amusement; understanding reached without verbalization, the nod of head confirmation enough, "Sometimes one needs to exercise every last string of" searching for just the right word, "strategy and tact when it comes to duties, aye?" "True everywhere, apparently." Leova grimaces. Looks away, down the length of Vrianth's tail towards the Bowl below. Kaylith senses that Vrianth returns slowly, « Perhaps not. » There's speculation there, its target not immediately apparent. What is, however: « She should dance. It... delights her. She might almost have wings. » Not dance for anyone. Just dance for herself. Vrianth senses that Kaylith's response this time is openly approving of this suggestion and as such the image she shares with Vrianth is filled with warm enthusiasm. That of an unnamed section of beach, the hour approaching night as painted by the purpling of the sky above, her rider with eyes closed and arms raised swaying and moving to an internal rhythm. Small sadness slips in and taints the water of her mind, « She won't do it for another. Gets cross if I suggest it. » Both brows lift simultaneously in querying prompt from Shanlee, just the one word spoken, "Really?" then small silence as she follows Leova's glance downward, "Personally, I prefer directness," here she frowns a little, "Beating around the bush simply confuses." Says she, the professional beater of shrubbery. Vrianth senses that Kaylith slips in as an afterthought, « Does yours dance? » her waters slow and eddy as she awaits response. "Does, doesn't it. Don't you wish everyone remembered it." Leova's tone is dry but not to excess. She doesn't look up. There's a lake down there to look at. The waterfall. She starts to return to the earlier topic, then looks sideways at Vrianth's head and the intense gleam of her eyes. Out loud, "No. I don't dance." Not since Vrianth's known her, anyway. " And Sh'dor says they got cheese tarts again." Kaylith senses Vrianth wonders, « Why would you want her to do it for another? It is lovely just for her. Just for you. » The same. Vrianth senses that Kaylith begins to slip her mind away, offering distant splashings and an echoing, « Because it is a part of who she is. » the flow of water slowing and thinning to not much more than a trickle now as she confers with her rider about a strategy meeting she has in the records room. Shanlee appears sheepish in the light of Leova's response and offers up a smile that conveys that, "Aye, well. First you got to have trust, then honesty can follow." Pushing up to her feet and dusting her behind off, the Weyrsecond nods her mentee's way, "Think I'll grab some of those before heading down to meet with B'sil. An empty belly never finds focus." His or hers? Amusement edges in at the others comment spoken out loud, "You should try it," yet another thing the red-haired greenrider suggests as she mounts up and offers Leova a hand up and Vrianth an apologetic glance. |
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