Logs:Forcing Tradition
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| RL Date: 16 September, 2015 |
| Who: H'kon, Keysi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Hypotheticals, purpose, and tradition. |
| Where: Star Stones, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 2, Month 11, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: The sky is clear today. The air remains cool and damp, but the weather is overall pleasant today. |
| Mentions: Farideh/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions |
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| Star Stones, High Reaches Weyr
It's barely dawn, but H'kon and Arekoth have been here longer. The watchrider knows them, and while having not yielded her post, has at least given them some space for their observation. Of what? The sky is clear, which makes it cold as well, humidity doing nothing to help take the edge off of that chill. H'kon is looking to the rebuilt Eye Rock now, his brow furrowed, of course, but lacking that same strictness. It's something more thoughtful, now. And something a bit sad. Arekoth looms behind him, fierce gaze following his riders, though his is, if a bit ironically, harder to read. His eyes are a bit dimmed, not distressed, but not that fast and happy whirl of blues or greens that are their norm. They wait, and their breath clouds in the air, and none of the signs that these great Stones have been built to gauge appear. It's with a blue's agility that the small brown dragon speeds upwards along the sharp curve of the bowl's wall. It's without doubt that it's done for the sheer challenge of it- with the barest margin given to evade the protuberances of ledges, he nearly clips the ledge of the level-off that he arches for the Star Stones themselves. He's clipped it before, much to the chargrin of the dragonhealers. But that hasn't stopped him from doing it again, nor has his rider. Stark white talons catch stone, biting it hard enough to create a groove or two as the elevation threatens to take him backwards with gravity before he can land. Neianth pulls himself up the rest of the way, one flap of black-hewn wings given to steady himself. He almost turns to leap from the height when one or both of the pair notice the familiar brown and, subsequently, the wingsecond before him. Keysi doesn't yet dismount, but the from the draconic summed conciousness, ripples reach, disturbing the surface of a reflection pool of no reflection but glinted light. « Are you both well? » Ledge grooving makes noises, and Arekoth and H'kon look that way, as one, a sharp turn of the head, a narrowing of eyes, a mutual intense stare. H'kon's head draws back a bit, as Neianth seems to avoid certain doom - or at least, certain embarrassment. Arekoth's cranes farther forward. « Are you? » asks the older, larger brown, teasing, certainly, with that bit of a glow at the back of those words. The man, meanwhile, is looking to the rider on Neianth's neck. He must know her before he's even seen her; he certainly knows her dragon. Still, it takes a moment before his chin raises in some sort of greeting. There is certainty and a vast sense of rightness that accompany the imagery in Neianth's reflections- mountains, mists, breezes disrupting pink-tinged cliff-dwelling trees. All is still disrupted by those ripples that bring with them his mindvoice, « Yes. » is so simple in comparison to the confirmatory sensations behind it. The brown's chest heaves in his breaths, noting that the pair must've been up for some time already despite the oh-so-early hour. But he settles, lowering slightly as Keysi unbuckles herself and swings herself down by the straps. "G'day, sir." There's a pitch to her tone, her control lopsided by the adrenaline of moments before, but there's no loss of a salute with it. Stormy eyes shift from him to the stones though in unspoken question. « Looked for a bit like it wasn't a sure thing, is all, » Arekoth points out, the tilt of his head coming quickly, almost more a twitch than a movement. That sharp gaze is the same as it ever was, except for the angle. "Wingrider," H'kon answers, the salute returned crisply. That might even have been some bit of pride in the title., even if all of the weyrlings are wingriders now, even if it's old news. H'kon glances to Arekoth, from him to Neianth, before returning his focus to Keysi. "Early calisthenics?" « But it was. » Neianth's baritone is amused and confident, but not smug. « There is no satisfaction in aiming low enough to reach a goal every time. » Meaning, he's missed before. Blue eyes whirl swiftly with laces of green, still exhilerated and not done with whatever bar he'd set for himself today. He observes Arekoth in a similiar manner, but much more canid like than hawk-like, a slight tilt of his crescent-touch face given in mirror of him. "Always." The word serves as a bridge, as the smile that had been in place slowly dissolves into her more typical, more controlled, more stern self. She allows a quiet after, as she removes her helmet to tuck beneath her arm. Studious gaze watches H'kon in a long moment of characteristic intensity before shifting to the view beyond the stones. "Enjoying the morning view, sir?" « Barely, » answers Arekoth, though there's something amused in that tone. His head tilts the other way. "It remains relatively unchanged," H'kon answers Keysi, his hands coming to clasp formally behind his back, "apart from differences in the weather and the usual changing stars that come with the seasons." Though he doesn't purse his lips, the lines in his forehead, nose and mouth all pull toward that same central point, if faintly. "Did you know, that this wasn't the original Eye Rock?" « More than barely would be easy. » The smaller brown keeps his head tilt steady despite Arekoth's change, though despite his stillness, it's interrupted by a brief chuffing sound. "It takes times to move mountains." Not that it can't be done, notes Keysi likely by periphery of her Neianth. She decides against carting the helmet, setting it into a saddlebag before crossing some distance- slowly, for her- to come up nearer H'kon. "Most are content with the weather changing." Grey eyes are eventually back on Alpine's wingsecond before being redirected at the stone. Contemplative silence soon givens to, "No sir. It was destroyed?" Arekoth answers that chuff with a flick-flick of his wingtips, resettling against each other with minimal movement, but some audible sound. "For mountains to move," H'kon more muses than corrects, though there's a sharper something in his gaze for a moment. Her assessment of 'everyone' has him turning to look to that Eye Rock once more. "Meteors," is confirmation. "High Reaches' skyview was changed. A dragon even lost for it. This was reconstructed, but never allowed had a chance to be tested for its accuracy." A tilt of his head. "Not," he allows, in almost a sigh, "that it should be blamed for the constancy of the skies." Neianth continues to regard Arekoth with an adjusted view, one focused faceted eye. But he turns slightly to hook talons over the edge of the Weyr to watch beyond as the riders had been. It's difficult to assess if Keysi isn't surprised because of her nature or she had known something about it, but she listens regardless of which, content apparently in the telling of it. "And you believe it will miss its purpose?" This time, it's a real sigh. H'kon shifts a half-step back, and turns his face back to Keysi. "No." A beat, brow still furrowed. "I do not expect much of anything to change. But two queens to rise early can make one at least wish to see the thing once more. Even if they are only in this Weyr. Even if the Starcrafters have said nothing." Those eyebrows lift, then, the furrow easing somewhat. Two steps are taken, the first turning him, the second one bringing him nearer his lifemate. "Thread." Is both a question and a statement, unreadable grey eyes turning to focus on H'kon, to watch him as he turns to his Arekoth. "In all the focus that's been done towards the time of interval, it would be..." Keysi trails off, no hint of whether it 'would be' good, or 'would be' so grave as it could be. "You've given this much thought?" Keysi's saying it aloud has Arekoth's head lifting, turning with that lightning-quick motion to her. H'kon simply, slowly lifts his head to consider his dragon's snout. His lips press into one another. A sidelong glance to join Arekoth on his point of focus. "I don't imagine there is much thought that can be given it. There have been aberrations in the past, but I do not believe the dragons have sensed that. Not as they do a proper Pass. Not only two in the same Weyr. More it was a thought. Or," and he lets his head tilt to the side, permissive, "a recollection of purpose." Keysi doesn't lift her watch of him, turning herself in a step, two steps to face him even if it's to his back. "Purpose." She echoes, this time in a sort of agreement though even without the inflection she should provide to it. "There is more purpose to hold- to find- than that." Is quiet but steady. A sigh allows her to look to Neianth who considers her just as closely. "A united purpose, I suppose. A battle," And there's a faint grin that last word turns her expression slightly, if a touch darkly. "Would remind many. I wish to see traditions remain, but that doesn't seem to be much of a popular opinion." "Hm," is not much in the way of return, though H'kon keeps on watching her, considering. Arekoth, too, of course, those wingtips flick-flicking again. "Many," comes after, with some hint of humour tugging the corner of his mouth sideways, "and not only here." It's pointed, then, the step to adjust his angle. The Eye Rock earns his attention once more, though for all he can view it, the angle adjusted, it isn't right now, it isn't on. It doesn't, as it seems, need to be. "But even then." Her length of thoughts collect eventually into words, "Knowing it's not a real Pass, would they not just return to the thoughts of these times as soon as it's over? They may be reminded after every Pass, but choose to forget at every interval." Forget seems like too strong a word, but Keysi leaves it at simply that. "Should knowing it to not be a real Pass," asks the wingsecond, tilting his head, more in Neianth's style than that of his own dragon, "not make them question the duration or recurrence of such an event? Although," and he nods, and this time, it's a heavy gesture, "that is perhaps not what is at issue, not truly." There's something disappointed in that, spoken in that faintly Tillekian accent that has still persisted, after all these turns at the Weyr. "Perhaps so. But so too would be the skill of Starcrafters, the stones," Keysi's hand lifts in an idle motion as she steps back to Neianth, within reach of his lighter nose which reaches her palm with a huff of a breath, "the safety of traders and their routes. There still may be push for change, and nontraditional thoughts of our purpose." But H'kon's following thought leads her to the most expected curiosity, "What is at issue?" "There may be," he is willing to agree, though there is little in H'kon's tone to suggest approval or disapproval of that. It is stated as if a fact, for all his choice of words speaks only of possibility. Arekoth has been remembered, and the older brownrider takes another step toward his dragon. "Tradition is subject always to convenience, when there is no present reminder. It has little force on its own." "Unfortunate." Is Keysi's heavier answer, but an agreement to some degree. She seems torn, though, not fully committed to her answers neither now nor before. "Traditions do have strength, though. If not in what's been found to be reliable, then in lessons of the things that weren't." She finally says, though likely with multiple meanings, as she takes her helmet back from where she'd placed it, "Especially in the inconveniences." She drops her intense gaze as she dons her gear with a tip of her head. "Hm," says H'kon. The last few steps bring him to Arekoth's side. The brown turns to face his rider, and then crouches, that foreleg balanced carefully, but at this point in his life, instinctively. "Clear skies," offers the compact wingsecond as he takes hold of his dragon's straps, "Keysi," a nod, and then, "Neianth," another. There is either thought or conversation that prevents Arekoth from calling back to Neianth, « Try it with only one leg to land on, next time, » until he and H'kon have already left the Star Stones. |
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