Logs:First Day of Autumn, Second Day of Dragons
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| RL Date: 16 March, 2008 |
| Who: Fraya, Leova, Lujayn |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Vrianth and Leova leave off exploring the training room so Vrianth can explore Rielsath, Rhadruth, and Fraya. There is oiling. |
| Where: Weyrling Barracks, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 9, Turn 15 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: Dragon formatting preserved for posterity, now with added italics. We didn't have DTUs yet and made do! |
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| Vrianth prowls one step ahead of her lifemate, brushing up against Leova's thigh. The doorway won't always be easy to navigate, and she won't always be able to fit in at all, not even with a hand on her silvery-sailed wings to help keep them close. But now she does, now she explores, and Leova has that utterly smitten look. Again. Still. Lujayn finally sets aside the oil paddle, leaning back to look over her work. "And doesn't that feel much better," She reminds Rielsath, who is surveying the barracks in silence. "He sounds nice," Lu adds to Fraya with a smile. "From what Rielsath says, I mean, and everything you say." She turns to see Leova, eyes brightening yet again as Rielsath offers a croon of greeting to her sister. "Hey, Leova." Vrianth curls a tight turn around Leova's legs, enough that the weyrling has to steady herself with a hand on that graceful neck, fingers slipping between neckridges. And isn't that what Vrianth must have had in mind all along? Now she emerges from Leova's other side and pads toward the familiar oil buckets. Slowly. Exploring. She croons to her elder sister, lower, rougher, and as she looks about the cavern her eyes are intensely green-shot blue. Vrianth to Rielsath> The young sister with the keen-faceted eyes prowls about your mind in the echoes of her returning croon, her thoughts the warm gravel-against-gravel reminiscent of their sire's speech. « You like this. The... paddle. » She has more words than her beloved lifemate. She takes them. Hers. Fraya peeks at Vrianth and Leova, smiling gently and her head not leaving Rhudrath. The brown rumbles lowly, slowly it bubbles to a croon and leaves his throat in a happy tone. Fraya giggles softly slowly trailing into a full blown fit of laugher. "Oh! Oh Rhadruth.. Oh..." She trails off, covering her mouth. "Shh. Rhadruth. I'll tell you later..." Rielsath to Vrianth> Rielsath says, « Oh, that thing? It keeps me from itching, I s'pose. » She stretches, languid in sunbeams. « It's better when Lujayn has to catch me first. » A bright, mischevious glint. Vrianth contemplates Rielsath a moment longer, eyes even greener now, and twists sharply around her lifemate yet again. Caught you. Leova laughs. She murmurs something that isn't really words, and Vrianth moves on, approaching the much larger Rhadruth now. The lean-limbed green reaches out her muzzle to sniff towards his nose, leaning, her wings fanned back for balance. "What's so funny?" Lujayn asks at once, attention taken from the returning Leova by Fraya's breathless laughter. Rielsath moves to peer towards Rhadruth equally curiously, though Vrianth receives a longer inspection complete with a happy whuff of air as the green moves on. Vrianth to Rielsath> Vrianth radiates the sensation of skin and oil and hide and hers for a possibly overwhelming moment, as intense as it is brief. But she returns as quickly to words. « Is it? And do you pounce upon her, also? » Mottled paws. Tawny hair. Vrianth to Rhadruth> Vrianth radiates the sensation of skin and oil and hide and hers for a sudden moment, talking to another but lapping over onto Rhadruth too. But it's gone as quickly, focused on Rhadruth himself. Closely. Curiously. He makes his lifemate laugh. How interesting. She sniffs him. Rielsath to Vrianth> Rielsath replies with confidence, the warmtn in every word so inviting. « Oh yes, it's much better, » The joy of play, freedom and open air all around. « 'Course I don't pounce her, though. She wouldn't be able to oil me if I did that. » There's always some goal at the end, no matter the means taken. Fraya glances at Lujayn with a blush, giggling more. "Ah.. Nothing. Rhadruth is just.. Asking silly things." She beams a grin at the gold weyrling. "Don't worry about it, Lujayn." She looks to Leova as she laughs confused by the other girl's silence but she says nothing on it. Rhadruth considers Vrianth, rumbling with amusement and turning his head to give a gently nudge in greeting before curling against his rider again. Rhadruth to Vrianth> Rhadruth sends feelings of amusement and content and sending a scribbled and cartoonish picture of a gold dragon and eggs before her. Then dragons in the sky, protecting the Weyr but it lacks the gold dragon and the image returns to the gold on the sands with her eggs. Amusement comes forth once more before it fades but, Rhadruth's warm and tight embrace remains. Vrianth to Rielsath> Vrianth lets that warmth tingle across her thoughts, gravel sun-touched for a moment. « If you are sure. » She herself might be, might not be, but either way she lets it slip aside. Vrianth immediately leans into that nudge, rubbing up against Rhadruth's head and leaving her scent there. She curves her neck back when he curls up against his rider, though, and sniffs at Fraya now, but from a significant distance. Meanwhile, Leova crouches by the oil bucket and starts rubbing some to warmth between her hands. Lujayn stretches out, unknowingly in mimicry of her lounging dragon, and listens to silent thoughts. "Can do," She replies less sharply to Fraya as Rielsath's tail sidles along her ankles, playful even in the drowsy afternoon. The pair is soon napping lightly, drifting in and out of vague dreams that keep Rielsath's tail twitching - but at least it's silent. Rhadruth rumbles once more as Vriath leaves her scent upon him but he makes no movement to be rid of it. Instead he rests against his rider, eyes whirling lazily with content and amusement as he watches his green clutchmate. Fraya's watching the interaction between the two with a happy sigh before her eyes shift towards Leova curiously. Rhadruth to Vrianth> Rhadruth sends a picture, of his rider drawn with a child-like grace with crayons and cartoonish. Words form slowly and his big voice rumbles pleasantly. « This is my Fraya. My rider. I think that she smells wonderful. » And his voice stays but the embrace is still there. Even as Fraya looks away from Vrianth, she grows distracted, her head turning and her crouch deepening as her large eyes spark greener yet. Tail. Twitching. Prey. She could... pounce. Never mind that her sister is considerably larger than she even now. She could... But just then Leova, who had been rubbing her hands together, claps them. Vrianth flows toward her instead, talons scrabbling against stone, and curls all around her lifemate to get oiled behind her headknobs and get lots of oil on Leova, too. When the woman can think to look up, it's to give Fraya a bit of a smile. Dragons. Who'd have thought? Vrianth to Rhadruth> And Vrianth observes this picture too before she goes. His Fraya. Whom he likes-loves-is. Whose smell he so enjoys. She knows her smell now, too. Rhadruth's rider's smell... « Yours. » And then she slips away the rest of the way, towards her lifemate and her oiling and her touch and he might feel it, she's not being careful to be discreet, she's so happy. Hers. Fraya smiles back at Leova, closing her eyes but stroking her dragon lovingly. She whispers softly to him, the two sharing a whispered conversation. Slowly, Fraya begins to doze off and the brown following slowly with a contented rumble to fill the barracks. And within that rumbly sound, the slosh and rub of hands against hide can barely be heard as Vrianth gets what she needs from her rider. And as her rider, therefore, does too. |
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