Logs:Epilogue
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| RL Date: 14 August, 2015 |
| Who: Alida, Edyis, T'mic, Ilicaeth, Akluseth, Jorrth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Three riders run across each other at the Lake the night of Aeaeth's flight, and share a few words about draconic avians and vtols. |
| Where: HRW: Lake Shore |
| When: Day 16, Month 7, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Clear, warm evening. |
| Mentions: H'kon/Mentions, Yesia/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to change stuff, if needed, Edyis, T'mic. :) |
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| Edyis was rather fortunate that Aeaeth happened to choose a rest day to go up. She was unfortunate in that Akluseth still hasn't quite forgiven her for the trip to Telgar that resulted in him missing the entire affair. It's later in the evening when the pair does return, and the brown takes to sulking in the lake during his rider scrubs at his hide. He isn't making it easy on her either. "Quit your sulking, you wouldn't have won anyway." She states audibly, to the sulking brown. Jorrth was active in the flight... insofar as he was in the lake to start, and then up on the rim, to get a better view. He's back to the lake now, but that's mostly 'cause it's where T'mic is now. Where he was for much of it, admittedly, though he left for the bowl toward the end. He's back now, just arriving. Jorrth doesn't go into the water; he's done that already. He lands on the shore, near T'mic, who reaches a hand up to pat at the blue's big, flat head, looking... concerned. Akluseth continues to sulk, but it's with a firm slap on his shoulder that Edyis signals his scrubbing is finished, and the brown submerges, only to resurface and drip vengefully on his rider. Fortunately whatever other nefarious plans the brown might have are waylaid when Jorrth is sighted, and though the greeting is slightly less cheerful than the brown's norm, it is no less affectionate. Dark eyes shift then, and she offers an easy smile to the blue pair. "T'mic!" She offers a crooked grin and a salute. "How are you?" « Akluseth, » answers Jorrth, pushing his head into T'mic until the big bluerider has to step back to keep his balance. "Oh, we're fine, I guess," he answers back to Edyis, looking away from Jorrth, and letting his face take on its more natural, smiling sort of expression. "How about you guys?" And from there, with a slight tilt of his head, "Jorrth noticed you leaving, earlier. Mentioned it." Wingleaders.
"No- no. You don't have to clear it, I - he - just... noticed." And maybe Jorrth, from his spot up on the rim, has noticed Akluseth's sulking, too. He swings that big head from his rider, and blinks solemnly at the dripping brown. T'mic looks sidelong to his dragon, before retracing the conversation, and asking, "Good visit, though?" « I saw the whole thing, » confirms Jorrth. « It wasn't very organised, though. I think she was making it up as she went along. »
« I don't know if this was an impressive one, » says Jorrth, giving that big head of his a shake, which his wings can't resist following. « I've seen some parts of other ones, before this one, you know. » But there's something more interesting from the brow, and his big blue brother takes a step toward him, and peers at him with those keen eyes. « Why did you want to fly with her? » T'mic just nods along. "Yeah. Good, to be around those kinds of people. Relaxing, then?" It's only now that Ilicaeth winks in above the Bowl from Between, the blue efficiently conducting himself and his rider down, wasting no time in landing them not far from the lake itself. There's a couple minutes spent with Alida dismounting, then tugging the riding gear off her lifemate, during which Ilicaeth shifts about some. It all ends with a freed-up, grown-up blue making his way towards the water - his rider in tow - the weariness in both of them evident in how the dragon lumbers gracelessly into the lake, and in how Alida more shuffles more than walks towards the little gathering of weyrlings. The answer to that isn't something Akluseth can put into words. « Arekoth says it's fun. » is part of it, but the sensation he shares is that of millions of effervescent bubbles in his belly, the feel of the air in his wings when he's going all out in drills. The sensations are disjointed, more idea than experience, and yet they are there. Just that sense of a challenge waiting to be taken up, the excitement before a race starts. Edyis at least seems more articulate, "Yeah, very much so." Something wry in her grin, "Even managed to swing a small barrel of this Telgari beer that has the most interesting flavor. Thought it might be nice to have for graduation." Alida's arrival is noted and there is a lift of her hand in a salute that melts into a more familiar wave of greeting. The answer he gets from Akluseth has Jorrth simply turning to stare at T'mic. T'mic, he turns a little red, but doesn't look back to his blue, except for a quick sidelong glance. "That'll probably be appreciated," comes in answer to the mention of the ale. "Getting pretty close, huh. A whole turn old. Chasing and everything." Okay, now he turns his head to Jorrth, and makes a pushing-type gesture at him, though the blue's stepped too far away to actually be pushed. Well, on his head, where T'mic usually pushes, anyway. It's following up on Edyis' greeting that the weyrling wingleader turns to acknowledge Alida, with a salute, and no familiar wave. Really, he barely knows her. Hauling Ilicaeth's gear over her shoulders, half of it almost dragging on the stone behind her, Alida barely succeeds in waving off Edyis' and T'mic's salutes, her tired features taking on a long-suffering cast for a moment before she murmurs, "Ain't on duty...any uv us." The woman's not terribly formal most times, anyhow. Once she pulls up before them, those dark brown, unadorned straps are set on the ground, the blonde groaning softly, then finally lowering her ass to a sit upon them...various bits of her creaking and cracking in the process. Meanwhile, Ilicaeth moves out farther into the lake, letting the water buoy his solid form until nothing of his body touches bottom...even the dragon making a low sound of relief and pleasure, his eyes twice-inner-lidded, glowing a soft, if faintly-greyed out green. Belatedly, his gritty, tired baritone rumbles out a polite, « Kids... » to both Akluseth and Jorrth before his mind turns away, inward. So very tired. Akluseth eyes the weyrling blue pair head tilted before Ilicaeth's movement to the water distracts him entirely. « We can't all be old. » Is his chirpy reply. Still he watches tail twitching. "Don't say the C-word, It's too early for that yet. He think's he's ready but he isn't." Edyis states with a puff of breath at a stray curl falling across her face. "You look like something a runner dragged behind it for miles." Is aimed for Alida when the rider is closer. "The males are supposed to be ready before the females, though," says T'mic. "And this was Aeaeth's flight." He scratches at his head and adds, "I heard once that it's not good to like... hold 'em back." Which just makes him look at Jorrth harder. And after Edyis' comment, well, he's not looking too hard at Alida. Because that would be rude. « Ilicaeth, » is Jorrth's simple greeting. He doesn't mind that, being called a kid, as it happens. « You chased. » Snort! It's loud, too, Ilicaeth's response to Akluseth making the water bubble brightly around him for a moment. « Dun' worry; it'll happen ta you too, someday... » Ilicaeth yawns out to the brown weyrling, then replying to Jorrth (with some leftover surliness of his own), « Yeah. » Obviously he didn't catch. After some huge yawns of her own, Alida finds herself replying to both Edyis and T'mic, "They're ready when they're ready. Individuals." Beat. "An' ya can't hold 'em back *if* they have their hearts set on truly chasin'." Nose-wrinkle. How she *knows*. At this point, the woman's not even bothering to look at the weyrlings, her forehead resting in one palm, elbow upon a jutting knee. Edyis gives a little shrug, "Jorrth didn't chase." There's a frown and a wrinkle of her brow, "I figured with it being Yesia's first time dealing with it... Well, it might make things a little easier for us not to be there. Especially since Aeaeth and Akluseth seem fond of each other, and Yesia still can't stand me all that much." She eyes Alida with a lift of one dark brow, "I'm not holding him back." It's sort of the truth isn't it? "I know," T'mic says of Jorrth, considering his blue a moment longer. Jorrth doesn't seem to mind his rider's gaze; he's busy looking at Ilicaeth. « You must have chased before. Was this flight better? Worse? Different? » And then, with a due mental nudge to include Akluseth, « Impressive? » T'mic is back to watching Edyis now, though, giving a sort of sorry little smile. "I suppose. Although Yesia's fairly cool with most people." Apologetic, on the greenrider's behalf. "Didn' say ya were..." Alida replies tiredly to Edyis, green eyes looking up and out from between fingers at the weyrling brownrider. "General advice, an' shit..." Shrug. At this point, she couldn't give too much of a shit whether she's fully understood or heeded, the bluie suddenly yawning once again, then looking out at her floating lifemate for a few moments in hazy-eyed fashion. « Yep. » Yaaawn! « Same *and* different. » Confusing, much? Ilicaeth tries a little harder to asnwer Jorrth with his tired, « Every female's different. Flights're mostly the same, overall. » There's intimations of what he felt earlier today shown to the younger blue, sensations of rising lust, of the need to fuel his body but not having time to do such: urgency! The sweeter taste of rushing air under wings and the primal need to mate, the siren's pull of a glowy female tantalizingly ahead...always ahead. If you can just *catch* her... And then the elder dragon suddenly realizes he might be sharing a little TOO much, Ilicaeth closing off that particular flow of thought. Ahem. He's too tired to think straight, like his rider. T'mic's words of Yesia earn him a rolling of eyes and nothing else from the exhausted blonde. Edyis lifts a shoulder, watching T'mic thoughtfully. "I'm not bothered by it; I earned her dislike honestly enough. Still doesn't mean I won't at least try to be considerate of her feelings. Not that I think I will be able to distract him forever." The former scribe confesses, "He'll chase in his own time." Meaning Jorrth, or Akluseth or possibly both. Akluseth gets twitchier and twitchier with Jorrth's questions and Ilicaeth's shared sensations. His waves ever restless seem all the more so. Edyis casts a rough glance at him, then a faintly sharp one at Alida. Full of meaning, or possibly warning. She could just have dust in her eye... yeah that's it. « Doesn't that get boring? » Jorrth asks it, but then there's all this, and perhaps, just maybe, the question is forgotten. Or cleared out when the blue shakes his head and wings out. « That seems awful. » T'mic frowns a little bit, there, forgetting Yesia, and all other threads of conversation. "We've been here a long time today," he offers to the women as the start of his excusing himself. "Probably should get back." His dragon is already dancing back on those tiny little feet of his. She's too assed-out to even notice Edyis' reactions, though Alida's ears pick up the words exchanged between weyrlings. It's at the moment that she nearly falls asleep on her own propping hand that the blonde finally gets her ass in gear. A few soft groans see her on her feet and slinging her harness rigging over both shoulders while Ilicaeth lumbers slowly out of the water, his whole mien droopy and sagging...even that often-twitching tail-tip. « Nah. It's not. Y'll get it, in time. » This from the dragon who took over two Turns to find females interesting. Fuck it; we're overnightin' in the guest weyr." Alida notes to anybody who gives a crap, the blonde grunting at both weyrlings before starting to amble off in that direction. « Too damned tired ta fly up. » To their weyr. That will do for her farewell to both Ed and 'mic. |
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