Logs:CRASH
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| RL Date: 18 March, 2013 |
| Who: N'ky, Alida |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: N'ky and Cailluneth try to help Alida and Ilicaeth... and gets more than they bargained for in return. |
| Where: Weyrling Barracks |
| When: Day 7, Month 4, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: A spring flurry brings in a little late snowfall, though there is no accumulation as the flakes spiral to the ground on a dizzying breeze. |
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| Weyrling Barracks, High Reaches Weyr Tucked off the back of the training room, the barracks are a huge, high cavern that stretches far back into the stone of the Weyr. Both of the longer walls are lined with couches for the dragons, enough for a couple of Pass-sized clutches at once, each matched with a cot and press for the weyrling dragonrider. In this day and age, however, the couches in the back have been allowed to grow dusty with long disuse. Hearths are spaced between every few couches to heat the big room. For decoration, there are a number of tapestries on the walls, looking almost as beat-up as the couches out in the training room, but scattered flower pots with their bright blooming contents provide a cheery touch. Additionally, some of the couches have had graffiti scratched into them over the Turns that were never quite cleaned off: smears of chalk messages or even rough pictures, some not fit for young eyes. In many cases names and dates have been painstakingly carved into the rock, a record of those that once made their home here. It's only been a little over a sevenday since they all Impressed, since the baby dragons chose their couches, but during that short time, Ilicaeth has managed to make his new home all his...in possibly the worst way. Due to his frequent itching all over his hide, and his skin sensitivity, Alida finally caved...and has started lining the blue's bed of rushes with every scrap of leftover, soft fabric she can wheedle from anyone in the Weyr. And right now, the slightly embarrassed weyrling blonde is engaged in trying to arrange a leftover bolt of sisal fabric atop all the others - *while* the dragon is splayed upon the rushes - Alida moving it with each silent comment from her lifemate. Luckily for him, Cailluneth is not quite as fussy as Ilicaeth would seem to be. She's got the cool of spring about her as she follows N'ky through the barracks, the snow melting on his shoulders and the wintery chill dissipating from his clothing signs that they've been outside. The little green - well, bigger now, in all respects of the word - leads them to her blue clutchsibling's couch, sitting down in the entrance to watch the fabric. N'ky, too, watches for a moment; long enough to realise the girl probably needs help with what she's doing. "Can I g-give you a hand, Alida?" Though most of her attention's taken up by tending to 'caeth and his couch, Alida's still on the ball enough (after having finally caught up to speed on her sleep) to note the shift of air behind her, the soft padding clicks of dragon talons on stone. Just as the blonde looks over her shoulder to notice N'ky and Cailluneth, Ilicaeth is giving a rumbling chuff of a greeting to his green sister, as well. Even as the human part of this team resumes her tending of this new bedding, she's commenting in a vaguely grumbly, slightly wincing tone to the youth, "I don't give a damn, at this point. No matter how I fuckin' arrange this sisal, he doesn't like it." Cue a LOOK into 'caeth's heavily overshadowed eyes, and the blue chuffs softly, then wriggling about again to try 'lida's latest arrangement. N'ky takes that as a yes, and steps in to take a corner of the fabric and start... fluffing it. Fiddling with it, anyway, since he's really not sure what the little blue wants. Cailluneth sits up on her hindquarters, wings splayed slightly to balance her as she gets a better look at her brother. "Um... h-how does he want it? Maybe, um, m-maybe if we..." He indicates shifting the little blue out of the way, then shrugs - wouldn't that work? Ilicaeth gives a soft warble to both N'ky and Cailluneth as the youth speaks of having the blue move around, and Alida clips off a slightly tart reply of, "He says he's comfortable with where he's laying right now, so I didn't want him to rearrange himself again and risk his hide getting itchy all over again." A loud and long-suffering sigh issues from the guard's lungs, her keen green gaze shifting from the now-wing-shifting blue over to N'ky...and then Cai, since she's 'sitting pretty' right now...and a thoughtful expression is soon awarded to both. « A soft swirl of glittery sand in hues of blue and silver transitions into the comfortable rasp of, « I don't itch right now. The sisal feels nice, though...if mine could only get it settled just right. » (Ilicaeth to Cailluneth) » "Does he r-really itch that bad?" N'ky gives Alida a sympathetic look, which wrinkles his nose and has his lips drawn in a tight, thoughtful line. He looks to Ilicaeth, then to Cailluneth, then back to the blue. "A-are you sure you, um, w-wouldn't like to move, Ilicaeth? I b-bet we can get the f-fabric just right, if, um, y-you're not sitting on it." Cai gives a raspy warble of agreement, and N'ky drops the fabric in his hands to stroke over her headknobs. "Cai only r-really gets itchy h-here," he explains to 'Lida. "The rest itches, b-but, um, n-not so much as here." « To Ilicaeth, Cailluneth is a-swirl with warm colours in her silvery moonlight mind, the rosiness of comfort and the rouge of heat entwining with comfort, which appears as purple-blue; it may not make sense to look at in individual elements, but as a whole, they're undeniably clear. « Mine has a soft bed. » Those colours become more intense as she shares an image of the cot, of her and N'ky curled beneath a blanket. » A small roll of eyes from the guard transitions into a grumbled, "D'you think I'd be doing this at *all*..." - cue a spread of her hand's fingers at the horrible mishmash of every tone and color of scraps upon the blue's couch - "...if he didn't absolutely need it?" Unspoken: not only all the hours of lost sleep, but also the embarrassment of having to deal with colors like sickly saffron, puke green, mud-puddle blue-grey and so many more mixing together in some twisted artist's pallate upon *her* dragon's couch. Now that she mentions it, Ilicaeth, too, doesn't appear overjoyed at such a sight...but for both of them, it's better than non-stop itching. N'ky can't disagree; the mish-mash of colours isn't quite visually appealing. "It k-kinda reminds me of my, um, s-scarf, a-and the hat and m-mittens that my g-granma made me." They're a hodge-podge of scraps put together, too, as Alida will likely know. "Um... why d-don't you dye the fabrics? To, um, m-make them all match? M-maybe the colour wouldn't take the same to each of them, b-but, um, they'd be better matched?" « Color is a little more difficult for him to understand than sensations, sounds, but Ilicaeth is not a dumb dragon. After a few moments to experience how his sister 'speaks,' the blue drinks in what Cai has to offer him in the way of advice and images, his swirls of sand becoming multicolored. « That feels *wonderful*. Mine mostly likes to sleep alone, like me. » He sounds rather interested, and somewhat enthusiastic. (Ilicaeth to Cailluneth) » « More warmth, more colour, reaching out to share that egg-like comfort with Ilicaeth and enrobing him in it. « You can use her couch, while she fixes yours. » Cailluneth threads her colours with questioning, wordless silver - are those fabrics really that soft? (Cailluneth to Ilicaeth) » With a sudden grunt of effort, Ilicaeth is lurching up off of his rush-covered couch and carefully stepping off and away from it, showing the other rider and dragon that *yes*, there's other fabrics beneath him...all rather squished and rumpled in places due to draconic body shifting. While her lifemate moves aside, Alida waves N'ky over with quick hand motions, while also commenting in her usual clip, "Tried that already. Most uv the fabrics gotta' kind of chemical in 'em that sets the dye...makes it resistant ta' water-based stuff. Only a couple swatches came out black. Other's didn' take." Frown. « To Cailluneth, Ilicaeth croons as how delicious that sensation is, all of his would-be itchings quieting down quickly under Cailluneth's enrobing warmth and colors. « That's very gracious uv' you, sister. I itch so much all the time... Thank you. » Unspoken: he won't forget this kindness. Well, until he *does*, being a dragon. An offer of more multicolored, eddying sands around the green's mind create even more refractions of color and more sparkles...hopefully something she'll enjoy. » Cailluneth warbles encouragingly to Ilicaeth, trotting with huntress grace over to his side... and nudging him towards the cot. See? She presses her muzzle into it, rubbing the side of her face against the blanket. Soft. Nice. N'ky frowns at his dragon, giving her a little shake of his head, before picking up a scrap of woollen fabric from the couch and examining it. "Um... b-back home, they had something that c-could, er, s-sorta reverse the setting... I d-dunno what it was, though. A-and I've not heard f-from them for s-sevens now, so I d-don't know if I c-can ask them f-for it." Cailluneth lifts up on her hindquarters while N'ky's occupied with the cloth, pressing both forepaws onto the top of Alida's cot. « To Ilicaeth, Cailluneth's colours quiet down as she examines Ilicaeth's contributions. Her thoughts for them are analytical, rather than joy; she tries to work out what each colour, each sparkle means, and with so many it gets confusing. Her mind goes clear, cool, silvery moonlight, and she projects calmness with that clarity in an attempt to stop him from overwhelming her. Peeking through that is encouragement, the vision of her in the warmth of her lifemate's cot - doesn't he want to be soothed by the soft bed? » The stocky blue croons happily to his sister, arching his neck just a little as he's led over to N'ky's cot, Ilicaeth's bright blue eyes appearing both joyful and yet schemeing by turns. Must be those very prominent eyeridges that shadow his gaze. He too rubs his cheek upon the greenrider's cot, exhaling upon it hard enough in his pleasure to make the blankets ruffle a bit. As for Alida, she's shaking her head to the youth's offer, noting low as they move the horrendously saffron-colored fabric around, "Thanks. No need. I asked someone from stores for any uv it, 'n they said it costs a pretty penny if ya don't have weaver connections." Snort. "Like a weyrling has tons o' coinage..." Again, an eyeroll...though it soon transitions into a wider look as the diminutive green starts lightly bouncing atop her perfectly-made cot. "Uh...she won't mess it up?" RIGHT? As for Ilicaeth...why, the bigger blue is suddenly leaping over, then down onto Nicky's blessed sleeping arrangements, and the combination of his somewhat bigger, bulkier form along with the added motion of such mass... CRACK! Ah well...there goes the greenrider's velvety haven...collapsing under the little blue while he barks out a call composed of surprise and warning...both soon followed by eyes whirling from yellow to multicolors. Yeah, he's humiliated...and then upset. "ILICAETH!" is barked out by Alida, who jerks to her booted feet, and pelts over at a run to her dragonet. *Her* call sounds remarkably like his...with more overtures of concern. « More croons of pleasure from Ilicaeth are followed by his automatic toning-down of all those swirling sand colors while his cheek rubs the cot. « Ohh... it's a dream, cookie... » is noted to the green. Cookie? Again, it's him picking up his rider's mental habits. One two THREE! Pounce...squeeaaaak-CRASH! « AUGH! » (Ilicaeth to Cailluneth) » N'ky watches as Ilicaeth destroys his cot, eyes growing wider as his easy, crooked smile sinks. "Oh," he says softly, stepping aside as Alida runs to her lifemate. He instinctively checks on his own, his brow furrowing as he engages in a conversation with her - surprise, then concern colours his expression until he beckons for Cailluneth to follow him over to what was his comfortable little haven, prodding the mess with his toe. "Oh." Again soft, assessing the damage, while Cailluneth flares her wings and hiss-growls at Ilicaeth, eyes whirling unhappily red. "Cai." A quiet warning, with a soothing rub of her headknobs. It placates a little, but not much. "Um." N'ky doesn't quite know what to say, and he does what he always does in situations that have him stumped - knots his fingers into his hair, while wincing at Alida and trying, trying to soothe his lifemate through touch and thought. « No more curiosity, or even-tempered coolness; no pity for the fallen blue, just anger. Wild, lusty, blood-hued anger, huntress's instincts flaring tempestuously, rising up and up to spill out from Cailluneth towards Ilicaeth -- and then the heated tides recede, washed back by Belior's glow, fading, bit by bit, until her mind is a placated, calm grey-white, like moonlight through stormclouds. (Cailluneth to Ilicaeth) » For the moment, Alida's all attention for Ilicaeth as the blue struggles free of the cot's leftovers. he leaves behind oil on N'ky's bedclothes, along with the busted timbers of his bed FRAME, itself. With a lurch, the small male dragon tugs free from the guard's hands and stomps off as fast as he safely can out into the bigger weyrling cavern, leaving his rider to stare after him in consternation, then turn back to face the irked little green and her own rider. At least Alida has more self-control, and can *look* less humiliated than she is...than Ilicaeth is. "Uhm... yeah. Shit. Sorry, Nicky." Frown. "I'll get a new cot 'n bedstuff requisitioned for ya right after I chase down 'caeth." Directly to the green dragonet: "Sorry Cailluneth. We'll getcha' all fixed up again, toot-sweet." And off the blonde stalks, out towards where her own dragon is pacing outside, off in the snow, where he can be alone with his humiliation and spout of temper...until Alida arrives, of course. « « *Static* » (Ilicaeth to Cailluneth) » "I-I'll do it, Alida," N'ky stammers after her as she leaves. He looks down at the rigid, angered green beside him, not quite sure what to do with her. "We'll get a new one," he reassures Cailluneth, nodding his head as he sinks to his knees beside her. A stroke of his hands over her headknobs ease the thrashing of her tail, and the red of her eyes cools to purple, then blue. "It'll be j-just the same. P-promise." An apologetic rumble from Cailluneth, and then he scoops her up as he gets back to his feet, following Alida out to go to the Weyrlingmaster's office. |
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Jolie (Jolie (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 18 Mar 2013 16:33:18 GMT.
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LOL. I <3 Ilicaeth. Already causing trouble!
Ceawlin (Ceawlin (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 18 Mar 2013 20:18:54 GMT.
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I love the interaction between siblings in this scene! Very cute. <3
Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 18 Mar 2013 20:21:10 GMT.
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Awwwww. That was adorable! Poor itchy Ilicaeth... and it was awesome getting to see a hint of Cailluneth's temper.
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