Logs:His Glorious Pranksterness, the Ignoble Corineth
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| RL Date: 29 February, 2008 |
| Who: Leova, Lujayn, Rilsa, Viviana |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Leova drops in on Rilsa and gets to meet Corineth, gets to hear stories, and gets an invitation. Lujayn and Leova make a deal. Viviana is tired. |
| Where: Dragon Infirmary, HRW |
| When: Day 26, Month 6, Turn 15 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: Leap Day! It's because of this scene with Rilsa that Leova got started with dragonhealing. |
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| Dragon Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr As you enter this huge stone building, your footsteps echo off the vast walls as your nose registers the scent of numbweed. Against the north wall of the infirmary, flanking a single door that leads to the Senior Dragonhealer's office, several large cabinets hold the majority of the supplies that any Dragonhealer would need. Large stone couches line the walls, recessed into the floor so that the human healers can easily reach their draconic patients. Huge vats of oil and several large barrels of fresh water stored around a huge pool of water are within easy access. Large folding doors to the southwest admit a refreshing breeze, clearing the medicinal smell from your senses for a moment.
Leova pokes her head in, gives her coordinator a quick smile when she's so quickly greeted, and walks on over. She's careful to stay out of the others' way but straightforward about it, giving her own, "Good morning, ma'am," when she's near the desk. "Not a busy one, I hope." Rilsa pushes some of the hidework away from herself, motioning to one of the chair in front of her desk if the Candidate wishes to seat herself. "Thank Faranth, not too busy. Just typical. How are you? Still enjoying Candidacy?" Leova sits, weight tipped forward a little but otherwise square, feet apart. "Getting more used to this place. Different. But mostly people do the same things." "That's true enough." Rilsa replies, leaning back in her chair and chuckles. "I find that true everywhere, really. You'll always find similarities. Do you like it here? Where do you hail from? I can't exactly place the accent." "Granite Hold," Leova says, rusty hair falling forward when a louder sound gets her glancing out into the wider infirmary, but then she pushes it behind her ears when she looks back. "Though lately, the main Hold. Tillek. Liking it? I try to. Usually works. Miss some things, is all." After a moment she sits back, too. Rilsa ahs, nodding. "That makes sense. The accent that is." She says, smiling. "It takes a while to get used to a place and not miss the home but eventually, you can get used to it." Leova says simply, "Get letters and things. That helps. Now, they just need to send the ocean." For all her straight delivery, her eyes laugh. Rilsa nods solemnly, her lips twitching at the corners for Leova's comment. "Well, perhaps we can get a few dragons dunk a tub in the sea for you to have next to your cot." "With spiderclaws," Leova offers, eyes made the brighter for the other woman's picking up on it. "I'm sure Aleudre would like that." Rilsa inclines her head. "Of course, it wouldn't be the sea without spiderclaws, some seaweed and perhaps a packtail or two." "I'm sure the firelizards would like that too," Leova guesses, and now she lets her smile free. "Saw there were some eggs in the main cavern." Rilsa laughs lightly. "I'm sure you'd have a free-for-all with all the firelizards that would congregate." With a nod, she wrinkles her nose. "I've heard. Hatchings are always so loud and ... squwaky. If you are interested in one, I'd try to be around there when the hatch." "Don't have marks for it," Leova says simply. "Like to see them hatch, though." "Ah." is Rilsa's eloquent response to that. She reaches up to tuck her hair behind her ears and asks. "Is there anything you need to know or want to ask about things here? About Candidacy?" She smiles. "Just making sure you are happy here as well as can be expected, at least." Leova unthinkingly mirrors Rilsa, tucking back her hair too, but looking a little to the side while she thinks. "Not sure," she admits. "I'd like to see more of dragons, maybe. See some in the bowl sometimes. Mostly asleep. Don't get close, though, you know?" Rilsa nods thoughtfully, listening to Leova. "Would you like to meet one up close and personally? My Corineth is quite large for a brown but he's amusing and incorrigible too. " "Incorrigible." Leova might be wondering what that word means, or she might be wondering how dragons have to do with it, but either way she sits forward to be ready to stand. "Please." Rilsa's eyes grow distant as rider's eyes are wont to do during conversations with their dragons. After a moment, she smiles and rises to her feet. "Why don't you come out then. He is of a bit of a prankster at times so don't take him too seriously." With that, she starts heading out to the bowl. Leova follows her quickly, though she takes a last look at the infirmary on her way out, "How can dragons be pranksters?" "You'll see." Rilsa says, sighing softly as she knows there are certain things that even a rider can't control. With a flourish, she motions to the large brown curled up near the infirmary, "May I present to you his Glorious Pranksterness, the Ignoble Corineth. Cori, this is one of our candidates Leova from Granite Hold."
Corineth Corineth is a large brown dragon from High Reaches Weyr. He is friendly by nature, but his whirling eyes give away his mischievious streak as well. Cori looks to his rider Rilsa with all his love and trust. His handsome hide is a gleaming, rich mahogany brown, with darker brown and reddish-bronze shading that outline his long, muscled wings. His muscles ripple beneath his hide as he moves with strength and grace. His personality is pleasant and shows his enjoyment of the company of other dragons and people. Corineth measures 36.5 meters from nose to tail and has a total extended wingspan of 59.5 meters.
As it is, Leova's face can't help but wrinkle up with the smell of dragon breath and the sound and feel through her hair. She looks quickly at Rilsa, by whose side she's staying, then back at the dragon. "Hello? Corineth?" She tries it again. "Hello." Corineth rumbles pleasantly, almost conversationally to Leova as she greets him. His head goes back to resting on the ground as he watches her with open curiosity. "He says not to worry. He doesn't bite." Rilsa says, then laughs, adding. "He says he doesn't bite human types. And you look nothing like a herdbeast or fish." With a sigh, she shakes her head at the brown before turning back to the girl. "You can touch him if you like." Leova mutters, "No packtail for me." She doesn't move at first, fascinated by the gleam of his hide and the brighter gleam in his eyes, all the while shooting little glances at his rider. "Where?" "He likes having his nose ridge rubbed. But anywhere is fine where you are." Rilsa replies, moving to lean against the brown hide in a comfortable pose. "Honestly, he won't hurt you. " Leova moves a little closer a breath after her coordinator does, starts to reach out to Corineth, and then all of a sudden stops. She looks at her hands, wipes them on her pants just in case, and then reaches out again to the soft skin above his nostril. "Awfully big for pranks." Her touch is slow, heavy enough to try not to be ticklish, ready to move if she needs to. Corineth rumbles softly at the touch, not moving to worry the girl. His eye moves to Rilsa before back to Leova. Rilsa chuckles softly, responding. "The bigger the boy, the more wicked he can be. He's got a mischievious streak is all. No idea where he gets it." Nope, none at all. His rider, of course, is nothing but sweetness, innocence and light. "Runners. Runners, you let them smell your breath. You trade." Leova doesn't move at all to breathe on him, though, just touch. Another stroke. Eventually another, a little further along, seeing whether his hide changes texture, and then again, just to enjoy it. "Real big." Really wicked? "He's big for... browns?" Rilsa crosses her arms across her chest, watching the exchange before answering. "Yes, he's on the larger side for a brown. He compares to some of the small bronzes but that's alright. We have all sorts of dragons in size ranges so it all evens out in the end." With a fond smile at her dragon, she asks. "Doesn't feel like what you expected?" "Don't know if I expected anything," Leova says truthfully, moving just a little closer so she doesn't have to lean to reach. "Just, some of us were talking. And Neiveth, mostly just sat on him. It was busy." Rilsa chuckles, nodding. "When you're searched, it is hard to focus on anything, isn't it?" She watches Corineth relax further, eye closed and warbles tunelessly. "After a while, it'll be second nature to be around so many dragons." Leova leans after all, to look at that eyelid and how it shapes over the eye. She keeps her motions slow, stuttered by the warble but little more. "If they're all like him..." Gentle, firm, gentle still. "How was it you were Searched? How did he find you?" "I was young." Rilsa replies, frowning slightly at the memory. "My Search wasn't all happiness. I was twelve turns old and was searched at my Father's Hold. He was furious that I accepted to Stand as that was Not My Place In Life." The way she says the words make it seem as if she is channeling the voice and tone. "However, I was searched and remember feeling a bit awed and frightened, never being away from home without Him. I was taken to Ista ..." She pauses there, smiling. "And that is where I Impressed. Corineth took his time finding me, it seemed. But I knew the moment I heard his voice in my head it was right. It clicked. " Rilsa adds, shrugging. "It wasn't easy to learn to live with him. Dragons are a lot like children - listen to you half the time." Leova's mouth pulls to the side at that change in tone, her shoulders pulling in too. Her hand stops, rising and falling with the dragon's breath. "Ista..." Half the world away. "Your family, they got to be all right with it. Right?" All the while, her eyes stay on Corineth. Children. Rilsa touches a hand to her brown's side as she answers Leova. "Eventually, it all works out, Leova. It all works out and ends up being worth it." Corineth whuffles softly again and she adds. "Even if the dragon you get drives you crazy." Her tone of voice and the grin on her face says nothing other then jest. Leova chuckles, half-heartedly at first before some of the tension softens. Her expression is solemn even while she begins stroking Corineth again, not hurrying, not bored. "You said something about living with him. About it taking a while." Lujayn is crossing the bowl, headed out of the barracks and into the summer sun, progress slow - a book balances precariously atop her head, falling from time to time. Each time the runner bends, she places the bound hides back where they came from and continues. The brown dragon and company make her still, book perfectly perched. "Decided to try that dragon-touching thing after all, Leova?" Lu approaches and makes a bow towards Rilsa. The book falls once more, but Lu grabs it before it can hit the dusty bowl floor. Rilsa inclines her head to the approaching Candidate, smiling at her as a coordinator is wont to do. Turning back to Leova, she replies. "It does take a while. Dragons don't know many things. The first evening, right after Impression, you have to teach them to eat. Seriously, teach them. They have no idea what they are capable of and they sometimes think they can do more than they can. Then there is the whole figuring out if it is you that is feeling something or them. A lot of weyrlings end up bringing in their dragons to the infirmary because of thicktail, for example, because they don't realize which of them needs to be drinking. It is a learning process." Leova's eyes narrow with concentration. "To eat. How? Why don't they know?" Tools at her belt clink when she turns in Lujayn's direction, greeting and agreeing, "Lu. Seemed like a good thing." Her expression is still closed, and book-balancing could just as well be an everyday thing. "They know they are hungry but they've never really had to swallow anything solid before so you have to explain to them how to chew and swallow." Rilsa replies. "It's a matter of patience." Leova asks, still with that concentrated look, "Can they... move? Walk? Humans can't. Runners, herdbeasts can." She glances at Lujayn momentarily. "Working with the nannies, some of the kids got so hungry they were too upset to eat. Don't know if it's like that." Rilsa quirks a crooked smile at Lujayn's answer. "They do learn pretty quickly. Not quite, Leova. It is more learning the process instead of being upset. Oh, they can walk just fine and run too. They cannot flyl. Their wings aren't strong enough for that. That's why the Weyrlingmaster and his staff have you do wing exercises with the dragonettes so they develop the muscles in the proper way so I nor my staff end up seeing them for wing strains." Lujayn nods along with most of what Rilsa is saying, old speeches and conversations floating up from her memory. Creasing a page in the book for reference, she flips through the pages again. "Do you ever get a pair who aren't too fond of exercises? Do they develop...wrong?" Leova says, "What you said about them thinking they can do more than they can." She adjusts the way she strokes Corineth, taking it a little lower if he permits, towards his jaw line. Keeping it short what with Lujayn having questions too, "And... thicktail. That's, what? Dehydration?" Rilsa decides, since this conversation is extending, to settle down on her dragon's tail and crosses her legs, leaning against Corineth's hide. Yawning slightly due to warmth of the summer sun than anything else, she replies first to Lujayn. "I don't know too many people who like to exercise but they learn soon enough that some things just need to be done or else their dragons end up in pain like a wing strain or like Leova just asked thicktail. Thicktail is actually constipation. It happens if the dragons overeat or don't drink enough or even don't exercise. The dragons will feel pain in their stomachs, their tail will sweel and they need to be treated. The dragons don't like the treatment of consuming at least a gallon of linseed oil or even aloe juice and you wait several hours until, well, the dragon empties himself. Not fun." Leova stretches her fingers wider across the soft brown hide, like stars, reminded by the exercises. "No... Not fun at all. Winds up like colic at all?" She glances at Lujayn, but with her looking comfortable, goes on. "We'd use the linseed oil too. Or watering things down directly. Aloe, though? Doesn't lead to ruptures, or you just don't use much?" "Aloe in this circumstance is used rarely and usually for severe thicktail." Rilsa replies, then adds. "Whether or not you impress, you should consider joining my dragonhealer team. Training would be easier for you since you seem quite familiar with things." Lujayn leans forwards, elbows on her knees as she peruses another passage. Her gray eyes dart upwards at the mention of dragonhealing courses, jumping back in with a hearty "That sounds like fun," She lays the book in her lap, "I hadn't heard that they were starting yet, are they?" "We always have classes running." Rilsa replies. "We have general classes and then individual training so if you are interested, just let me know." With a pause, she adds. "Though you may want to wait after candidacy is done and if you do Impress, you may want to wait a bit until you are further in and get permission of I'daur." Leova nods at the beginning there, then looks over her shoulder at Rilsa: not shocked, not blushing, not grinning. Just looks. And then she says seriously, "I'd like that. If I'm still here." Lujayn beams. "Well, sure. If rest day comes around at a good time, I'll look into it." Eager to start sooner rather than later, she looks across to the great brown dragon. "Just to let people know I'm interested, before the fact." Rilsa laughs, nodding. "Then you informed the right person. Me." Leova asks, "How long have you been running it?" Rilsa says "For many many turns." Leova chuckles, turning back to look into Corineth's eye as best she can, as if that could be the crystal ball to tell her. "Would be fun, taking it on with you, Lu." Lujayn is defenseless against laughter, her own chuckling joining Rilsa's. "Excellent." Back to the book for a moment, but Leova steals her attention again. "Oh, definitely. It would be so much easier working with someone, too, rather than studying all by yourself." A big, sincere grin. "Tons of fun." "Easier to remember things," and now Leova does smile, looking back at Lujayn, her stroking hand fallen warm but still. "So if. If we're both still here. Let's?" She looks at Rilsa, checking. Rilsa nods to both girls, before rising to her feet. "However, on that note, I better head back to finish my hidework. Feel free to stay here, Leova if you wish. Corineth's seems to be fond of you so feel free to visit anytime." "Let's," Lu stands, approaching Leova and the brown who is the object of her attentions. One hand is held out, as if to seal the promise. "I don't have any plans, do you?" Rilsa tosses off a wave and heads into the infirmary. Rilsa strolls past the enormous folding doors, into the dragon infirmary. Leova suddenly grins. She looks up from Rilsa to Corineth, then back at Lujayn, and starts to offer her free hand but it's her cross hand, so she swaps. "Spit or no spit?" Her eyes laugh. "Some plans. Depends. But if I'm here, I'm here." Viviana trudges across the field, clean as whistle but looking absolutely spent. Her wet hair is braided tightly and hangs down her back and it seems to be the only thing bouncing in this weary little candidate. As she steps closer, her mantra of the day could be heard by someone with excellent hearing. "I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.." "I just washed," Lujayn grips Leova's hand and shakes it, sans saliva. "I hope we're both here, whatever happens." Her expression is nearly ecstatic, thrilled with what appears to be a new friendship and the prospect of exciting work for the future. "Oh, Vivy?" Lu turns slightly, still smiling. "What happened to you?" Leova shakes her head, but more in disbelief rather than complaining. "Yeah." She laughs a little, to herself now, and swaps hands back so she can pay better attention to Corineth and now Viviana, too. "Didn't get storerooms again, did you?" The real toll of fatigue is evident as Viviana doesn't attempt to flirt. "I need to learn how to bribe people, that's my problem. The duty roster organizer hates me, I'm sure. Firestone sacking, then mucking and now back to firestone sacking." She shoves her hands into the pockets of her skirt but not fast enough to stop the white flash of bandages from being seen. "Oh and after mucking, there was the storerooms. Took me longer to shovel yesterday so that's why I was late getting to the storerooms." Leova glances despite herself over to where Rilsa had disappeared. "Funny." And not ha-ha. Her laughter's gone now, and though her shoulders aren't tensed, that's from Corineth. She gets reassurance from him, just from stroking, like from her runners not so very long ago. "Viv. Vivy. Did you have gloves?" Lujayn is tempted to be sympathetic, but finally just shrugs. "Those are the same things everyone has to do," She reasons, but keeps her tone decent. "Maybe they're saving up for your rest day, or something. Want to take a break? Help me pick out a story to tell at Fraya's bonfire?" She gives the book in her hands a little tap, hoping to lift the girl's spirits. Leova's eyes narrow, but what she says is, "Next time, pad them first. That should help." She's frowning now, but not because of Viviana: looking up at Corineth, she says with a note of apology in her voice, "Better get back. Errands." One last touch of that soft mahogany hide she permits herself before stepping away. "See you, Lu." |
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