Logs:Need to Know
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| RL Date: 26 December, 2015 |
| Who: Lys, Telavi, Evyth, Ilicaeth, Solith |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Telavi tells Lys what she needs to know about mating flights. Lys tells her friend some things, too. The dragons revel in the summer weather. |
| Where: Tiny Glacial Valley and Pond, near High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 25, Month 8, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'zin/Mentions, Jocelyn/Mentions, P'tras/Mentions, Sasha/Mentions, V'ret/Mentions |
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>---< Tiny Glacial Valley and Pond, near High Reaches Weyr (TP Room - HRW) >-<
Not far from High Reaches Weyr, this sheltered, shallow valley tucked
into the mountains is reachable only by dragonwings, and is home to many
ponds and hardy trees, the former thawing only in deep summer. During
summer, it is also festooned with wildflowers and scrubby grasses.
Available Commands: +tp/help
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Lys F 20 5'5" slender, blonde hair, blue-green eyes 0s
Telavi F 27 5'7" trim, dk. blonde hair, blue-green eyes 3s The flowers are abundant, the afternoon is warm and so were the ponds! Having tested three, it's certainly time to lay out on the towels on top of the wider blanket that holds the packs of food and finally, finally get down to business. It will even be the student who brings up the topic as she lays on her side now back in light shorts and a tanktop, short hair still damp, fishing in the pack for the bag of nuts and dried fruit. "So, this mating flights thing," is Lys' casual start as the small sack is opened and set between them. "Up to four times a turn?" It seems as good a place to start as any. Blink. Blink-blink. Tela's lashes fan against the sunlight, and then she twists to peek at Lys, and then flops back over so her heels can kick up into the air. "Ish," she says, picking up the conversational thread with nary a needle in sight, embroiderer though she is. "One at the very beginning, one at the end, space the others, then especially. Or if the queens get rowdy. Or if you're lucky, though some don't think it good luck..." fruit! She reaches for the sack and goes for it, not the nuts at all. "I'm not thrilled," Lys tells her, monotone, but serious. She sighs, sitting up and scrubbing her face before her arms curl loosely around her knees. "What do I need to know to be safe? What are you supposed to tell me about it?" It's summer, it's lovely, lovely summer, and the weather is warm; Solith doesn't inflict such thoughts on those down South, but here, she's not so much loud as... wafting: here, there, though certainly not everywhere. (To all dragons from Solith) "Other than the usual, all that 'proddy don't mean crazy'? Mmm..." Tela's heels kick, kick, and finally she chooses a nut. "Mostly just to go with it. It's not like we have to worry about eggs or anything. It helps to have friends watching out for you, but mostly just to go with it. Go with her," but that has her crunching on that nut. "And keep your chin up when you leave the weyr, that's the big one." To all dragons, Evyth's own enjoyment of the weather, the day, the world that she's out in might boost Solith's presence into more minds. There's a sense of flight, freedom, of warm air under wings and nothing but the beautiful ranges of High Reaches stretching before her. It's so nice here, guys! "Seems like no one knows what proddy means until it happens to them and some not even then," Lys observes, letting one finger pull at her lower lip and let it pop back into place a few times in an idle expression of nerves. It might be because of Telavi's last advice that the darker blonde abruptly asks of the whiskey, "Is it really as bad as they say if I haven't tried things out with both genders before Evy goes up before I do?" There's a little grimace for needing to ask. "No drinking raw blood in the caverns, or flinging it at people, or... pretty much anything like that," Telavi endeavors to translate. A smile might peek through despite herself at that lip-popping, but she soothes it into thoughtfulness. Until... "Well, since you took care of that one, it depends: are you going to freak out if a girl is palpitating your boobs?" Or if Telavi switches language formality just that whip-quick? "I'll try to restrain myself," comes with too heavy a sigh to even be feigned. It was an attempt at humor - one thoroughly failed. Lys might have a lot of bark but probably even proddy she won't have much in the way of bite. She looks over at Tela, weighing, then quietly. "There's a woman." She's telling her friend. "It's-- please don't share, Tela. We're just-- starting. Taking things slow. Seeing where they lead. If I need to, I'll find someone else to try things with because I don't want to be-- Knowing what to do and having done it are different, it seems like. Isn't it?" It seems like it would be. Tela dips her blonde head, still-damp strands curling out of their braids by her ears; not that she's not curious, in her way, but just as she hadn't pressed when she took Lys between, the other girl so tight-lipped and overwhelmed as though it might not have been good-- if not so awfully so that Tela needed to take vengeance-- she doesn't do so now. "They are... I mean, it's been a long time since," and then, unaccountably, the greenrider blushes. "I think if you're used to the idea of it, at least? It's not as though she'd have to break through. Nobody breaks out the most 'how do they do that anyway' moves in flights," in her experience, "it's more... do." Lys continues to pluck at her lower lip thoughtfully. "It seems like it would be awful and disloyal to her to do that first with whoever catches Evyth, even if it wouldn't be my choice, but I don't want to rush anything and--" It's frustrating. She makes a face that says as much. "And then there's V'ret." Tela probably could have guessed the 'who,' given their conversation the night before that early morning need for a trip between. She blows air out. "I-- told him to love me like a dragonrider if he was going to love me, but I'm not sure-- what do you do when flights happen and it might fuck everything up? I think facing the after must be worse. Is it?" Telavi could, and most likely does upon many an occasion, play the blithely reassuring assistant weyrlingmaster; as it is, with Lys asking about feelings, she wriggles her toes-- and her hips, and much of the rest of her-- in something like a squirm. "What does 'love me like a dragonrider' mean? And... what can you do? I mean, as me riding Solith, I just do the flights because what else are you going to do. Are you worried about how V'ret or your sweetie," the briefest dimple there, "will behave after, or how you will, or the person you're with in the flight? Which 'after' is there?" "I don't really know." Lys admits with a sigh. "I think maybe I meant something like don't put me before your dragon and don't get jealous when there are things about my dragon I can't control." It's a plaintive look she gives to Telavi. "It was so much simpler before I had any use for the parts between my legs. I've had three people confess they like me. Not just like me, but like me." Poor Lys. "And it might've been fine if I only liked one of them, or if I liked none," there she sounds truly wistful. "I think I'm most worried about how they'll react after. I mean, I hope for me it can just be flight and done and not have any mess after with whoever." That would be ideal. "Is there often mess?" She doesn't mean the physical sort. "In that after," she qualifies. To local dragons, Ilicaeth is splayed out rather like a canine not far from the Star Stones, the blue's belly and undersides soaking up the sun as his legs splay out from his body. Only his wings are tucked in...and just enough to allow him to be mostly-comfy on his back. For those green ladies sharing their enjoyment of the air and sunshine, he shares the deep pleasure of his Rukbat-warmed belly, the leftover herdbeast digesting inside of said belly, and his utterly slothful unwillingness to stir for anthing or anybody, right now. "Those are very useful things," and Telavi has a firm nod to underscore that, and also some fruit. The dimple peeks out for the three, though it might be harder to tell while she's chewing. "First famine, then feast? Do you have a preference, so you can ignore the others at least? How they'll react... that's on them, it really truly is. For some people it's hard not to be jealous, especially starting out, and a little bit can be fun if they don't turn into ravening stalker person who glares at anyone you even talk to, but mostly they have to control themselves and that's their job. And not try to make you feel bad about it or anything. As for mess," she'll get there, her wide eyes say, but this other part first, okay? Solith's not there, she can't actually drop little blades of grass atop his belly-- the softest blades, plant and not iron at all-- but she can imagine it, surely? Strand by teasing, pliant strand. (To local dragons from Solith) "It feels like a shitty thing to not be interested in just one of the three. Particularly since he is nice and thoughtful and I would've gone on a date with him if he'd asked, before V'ret and before-- the other." She's still getting used to speaking vaguely of that. Lys sighs softly, clearly she cares about that one, if not as much as the others and it's with some anxiety that she confesses to her friend, "I love him. I feel like my head's still spinning because just-- before Evyth, the idea of loving anyone that way would've been impossible, doubly so for how-- fast." She wrinkles her nose. Still, there's a thoughtful nod as she taps a fingernail to her teeth briefly and finally reaches for the nuts and fruit, waiting for the mess(y) part. To local dragons, Evyth leaves the grass dropping to Solith; she's far more interested by the thought of herdbeast-- the actual digestion, distinctly less so. But herdbeast. That sounds delicious. There's a thought toward the feeding grounds but she's far and away from them and so her eyes turn to the mountains, combing their sides for perhaps the stray mountain caprine, something that belongs to no one... except her. If she finds one. If. A green can dream! Ilicaeth's always indulged his clutch-sister a little more than any of his other siblings, and so - when Solith mentally drifts those grassy blades upon his warm underbelly, one-by-one - the blue finds it in his lazy self to offer her a subdued, yet warm little rumble of bemusement and continued pleasure. Those grasses feel pleasantly cool on his hide. Evyth's 'dream' of finding some stray chow-on-the-hoof evinces the sharing of the blue's own delicious, earlier lunch with her: the warmth of bloody, fresh meat on his tongue, the slow and purposeful chewing, the tenderness of the herdbeast as the sun shone down on him outside the feeding grounds. Culinary *perfection*, my dear. Burp. (To local dragons from Ilicaeth) Wider eyes. "Love," Telavi breathes. "Oh, Lys. Does he love you? It's not shitty to not be interested in the one, it's not like we're required as greenriders or girls or whatever to like anyone back, that way, even if there might have been might-have-beens. And messy..." Tela wrinkles her nose. "It can? Especially if you're not relaxed with each other, yet. I mean, there was this one girl I was with and I'd get annoyed sometimes, part because I wasn't a rider, but part because she kind of... looking back, I think she kind of rubbed it in my face sometimes, like she liked the other person better? And of course it's going to be messy if you tell someone what an awful lay they are," and Telavi's smile might be a wee bit irrepressible there. Though she sobers; "It's harder for some people than others. And... no, but I should give you another chance to talk, too." More grasses, then, and a wildflower, too. Possibly a caprine, except, no, that's Evyth's! Also, its hooves might be poky for delicate blue bellies. (To local dragons from Solith) "So don't tell them they're awful lays." Lys repeats it like a checkmark, but her look for Telavi is sympathetic. She seems to appreciate the chance to talk. "She sounds mean," she assesses that one quickly. Then, "He loves me. He thinks he does. I keep waiting for him to say 'just kidding'. Her, too, though there's been to 'L' word there. She does say things like I should be celebrated for who I am, which makes me have fluttery nerves in my stomach." And that might explain why she has only been able to own not being interested in the one, and only by circumstance of the other two, it seems. Poor Pip. Mmm. Wildflowers smell nice...and they often sport nice colors, too. Solith's mental drift of even one upon his belly calls up a sudden, unguarded image of his own rider's face for a moment: Alida's features a mix of hard and soft, etched and swirled with not only her own, natural coloration, but with the greens of the woman's eyes/Solith's grasses and the wild yet intoxicating scent and color of a bevvy of assorted wildflowers...mised with the planet-deep, unwaveringly-rocky devotion and affection he has for his chosen. And that would-be caprine? Heh. *His* 'tank' is 3/4's full, so the mental beast is drafted over on intellectual winds towards the much hungrier, young Evyth. Enjoy, kid. Heh. (To local dragons from Ilicaeth) Telavi's mmhmm is agreement to that first, mostly: caveats still apply! Never mind the second, ever; the third... she's looking awfully sympathetic about that just-kidding part. "'Celebrated for who you are.' That's sweet. Formal..." might a conjunction properly go here? Certainly, given Lys' demeanor, Tela doesn't ask whether it might be a line, "...Sweet. I hope you get to get her lose track of her words sometime," said with momentary mischief in her smile before she thinks to add, "if you want to, I mean." The way Lys smiles, unfiltered for Tela's mischievousness, is too telling. The young greenrider hopes to do just that and it must be part of the appeal. A handful of nuts and fruit later, she asks almost idly in a way that suggests somehow the topic has started to settle within her, somehow less scary here in the light of a beautiful day, "Is it true that dragon sex doesn't really compare to regular sex?" "I... it's amazing, and I wouldn't compare it, it kind of yanks you out and you're left to put yourself back in, after? Sometimes? But it depends some on what the flight is like, too. If it's really really fun, and whoever-it-is gets all starry-eyed, don't believe them," Tela half-warns, though perhaps it's three-quarters enjoys, right before a shadow crosses her expression for some as yet unvoiced rest. "But?" Lys asks uncertainly, not missing that shadow but not sure what it might mean. "If someone is all, ugh, afterward, don't take it personally, like it's you? Because that could be messy-making too." Tela toys with a bit of grass. "And if you're... if you're not the way you always are, whatever that is, that's okay, and if you like something then but not after, that's okay too. And remember you don't have to stay, you don't owe them anything, though you can if you want to. It might take V'ret," V'ret, "or whomever, a little while? To adjust? Especially if they're too rough, K'zin nearly ripped the head off this one guy who got too bite-y," she might be exaggerating, might, "but also especially if it is really really good which it usually is but," moving on! "keep in mind he'll almost certainly chase before she rises and what will you do? Do you imagine it will matter?" Ilicaeth's description, while thoughtful, seems to only make Evyth's hunger worse and more present. It's less a want and now more a need, to the point that she must limit her freedom, winging 'round to head back the way she came. (To local dragons from Evyth) Poor Evyth! Solith swirls in the next breath after that image, and so do some of those now-loosened petals-- 'she'll eat it / she'll eat it not'? Safer for all if she does! (To local dragons from Solith) Teeth work lightly across Lys' lower lip as she rolls that thought over. Protective bronzeriders are something worth a mulling. "Not really." She admits it slowly. "I told him I didn't want to be exclusive. Not yet. Not now. But that doesn't mean I expect he's going out of his way to get off with a bunch of other people." She reaches up to rub her face again. "Shells. When did life get so much more complicated than kittens and embroidery, Tela?" When kids hunger, there's nothing to stand in their way! Ilicaeth chuckles indulgently at Evyth's pangs of need, slowly withdraws from the young green's mind while she hustles back to the Weyr for chow she can find *sooner*. Solith's wildflower petals, however, draw the blue's (admittedly unfocused) attention back to her, and soon enough, his lazy mind is swirling puffs of mica and finest grit between them, making them sparkle on the mental breeze. (To local dragons from Ilicaeth) Pfft, is Telavi's nonverbal no-real-answer, and even that's more of a sigh. "Anyway... he'd better not. So if he does catch and gets all swagger-y, or doesn't catch and 'finds solace,'" air quotes! "and brags it up, you have my permission to dump him," whereupon she drops what had become quite the nose-in-the-air exaggeration in favor of confiding, "whereas if you get caught and are blathering about its amazing-ness to all and sundry, I'll probably just ask you to pipe down a bit." Barring the sort of exception that means Tela looks distracted, but only for a moment. "But mostly, don't worry about any of that right now especially, and just enjoy. I'm glad you have this time to figure more out, before you're in a lasting wing," with all that that entails. So long as Solith only blows out-- which she does, delicately-- instead of in, they're safe: so long as she doesn't... inhale. (To local dragons from Solith) "I can always dump him," is said so soberly that it probably speaks to deep attachment issues on Lys' part. Loving someone but leaving them in a heartbeat? Or thinking she can, anyway. "But especially then," she agrees. "Evy would never stand for it anyway," she adds with a slight smile for that. "I'll try to keep my thoughts to myself, but it might be difficult," her deft sarcasm comes out to play in this deadpan, "since I've just been gushing details to you about the great sex I'm having now." Maybe dragon sex is so good it makes you want to talk about it. "I'm glad for that. I feel like a teenager too much lately." That comes with a hard exhale now. "I think Evy's heading this way. She said something about a blue making her think of delicious things and how that made her think of-- and--" she plays up Evy's breathless excitement and then flutters a hand in the air in brief gesture to capture it all up and dismiss it, "anyway, she's hungry and wants to head back unless Solith knows somewhere closer." His mind slows its shiny, gritty swirls as Ilicaeth slowly descends towards a nap, but he cannot help but rumble a last waft of lazy, warm humor to his sister: a sudden tickle of her wildflower petals in an attempt to make Solith sneeze. Hehehe. (To local dragons from Ilicaeth) He would. Hers is a flurry of petal-flying sniffs, all exasperation... but also a pretty exaggeration; eventually, Solith even lets her clutchmate sleep. (To local dragons from Solith) "Teenagers," Telavi can deadpan this too, but if she might be just about to let slip a kernel or two of gossip about her other charges-- better that, even, than opining on those who historically thought they could dump at whim-- Evyth saves her from herself, or maybe Solith does, because Solith does know and now Solith wants to hunt too: no more petals and mica, but instead a dragon's version of a productive afternoon. |
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