Logs:Distract
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| RL Date: 5 April, 2016 |
| Who: Catling, N'rov |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: N'rov checks in on Riyoth. Vhaeryth extends... advice. |
| Where: Lake Shore, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 6, Turn 40 (Interval 10) |
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| There is time to finish one last oiling before curfew, and so Catling is by the lake with her young brown. He is holding out one wing for her, his head tilted down at her, and the pair seem in deep conversation. The girl hums softly as she works, seeming fully content with her duty. With the dragonets not as small or as new as they used to be, there's less allowance for their size, no compunction from a pair of bronzes and a small-only-by-comparison blue when it comes to rampaging at the other end of the lake. By the time the water gets to the younger pair, the waves are shallow. What voices carry from their lifemates, over by the grove, are only raised part of time; mostly there's laughter, not breaking off as the riders part ways. The still-wet blue departs first, taking his rider without straps in a way that's definitely against weyrling regulations; N'rov heads over along the lakeshore by foot, barefoot, shorts' hems frayed. Catling is, herself, rather wet, but she is still wearing a dress, though at least it has a split skirt. Still, the folds of it cling to her, and she moves slowly about. Riyoth warbles at her, and she puts down the rag and bucket she was holding. She turns towards the man, then blinks and straightens. She inclines her head, lost for words. It's her dragon that N'rov's attending to, all fifteen-plus feet of him, the bronzerider's palm out as though offering an invisible sweet to a runner. "Riyoth," the name comes easily in that slow Bollian drawl. "How're you holding up, old man?" Vhaeryth's familiar presence is glass-and-steel over his rider's shoulder, psychological if not physical and all of him amused. Riyoth looks to the bronze first, and then the rider. « I am not getting Catling in trouble for being oiled so late, am I? » he asks, his mind-voice softly sheepish. Then he bends his head to nudge Catling gently with his nose, before looking thoughtfully at N'rov. Catling straightens and offers a rather proper salute. "He says good evening, sir," she says quietly. "And, erm... good evening from me." « Not with us, » is Vhaeryth's even more amused assurance. He stays across that lake, for now, though his head's turned in the young brown's direction. Even if Riyoth were dangled by his tail from the bronze's shoulder, he still wouldn't yet reach the ground. "Good evening," says N'rov, gravely. "Vhaeryth extends his good wishes," or so the bronzerider will claim. "Still having an easy time of it? I've heard about you." "Ermm...." Catling ducks her head, looking disconcerted. "I suppose we're having it comparatively easy. I mean, Riyoth's just brilliant, and he helps me understand." She leans against the brown affectionately, and he moves to support her as if they have been doing this forever. But... easy? I... I mean...." SHe flushes and looks down, and once more Riyoth nudges her reassuringly. « She worries too much. » Riyoth observes to the bronze. Too much? « Distract her, » is Vhaeryth's efficient solution. Extra portentously, « 'The dream is within you.' » "Enjoy it while you've got it," is N'rov's suggestion, the fading light dim on but not dimming his half-smile. "He may... surprise you a different way." « Distract her? Are you sure? » Riyoth looks at Vhaeryth, then back at Catling, then to the bronze, and then to his own lifemate. There is a pause, and then he makes a sound almost like a sigh. He dips his head, half-scooping and half pushing the girl, and dumps her in the water. "Surprise me, sir?" Catling is saying. "Such as.....awwwwwk!" She lands on er rump in the water, and she sits there, blinking owlishly in shock. "Perhaps not quite that way," N'rov says, slanting a look at his dragon who is unmoved. « Was she worrying then? » Vhaeryth bestirs himself only enough to check, as his rider reaches to flick water off his knees. « Yes. She was. That if it is so easy, she is doing something wrong. Was this a bad distraction? » Riyoth leans closer to Catling, but she shakes her head. "No, no, stay dry, Riyoth. You're nicely oiled, and I know you'll want to sleep soon." She gets to her feet and sloshes out of the water. "Surprise, huh?" « You might tickle her with your nose instead, » Vhaeryth considers. « When we are gone. » When N'rov is, at least, who's stepping carefully back as though wary of her shaking herself like a canine. « While you are still small enough to do it properly. » N'rov waits before saying, "There are surprises and surprises." On that elliptical note, "Good night, and don't dream of waterfalls." |
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