Logs:Of Forever
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| RL Date: 27 November, 2006 |
| Who: Felix, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 28, Month 12, Turn 9 (Interval 10) |
| Your location's current time: 13:36 on day 28, month 12, Turn 59, of the Tenth Pass. It is a winter afternoon. You stroll towards the lake shore. Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr This shoreline marks the edge of the freshwater lake that fills the southeastern portion of the bowl. The gritty dirt of the bowl gives way to smooth sand. Dragons often dive from high above the lake into its chilly waters, rinsing away the pungent smell of firestone. Their riders are frequently seen standing along the shoreline, watching on, the waters too brisk for casual swimming. Across the lake, the bowl wall rises high into the sky, its face dotted with weyr entrances. A few dragonlengths above the water, glimpses of a level cliff can be seen amidst boulders lining the edge. Just south of here, a smaller pond of water is divided from the main lake by a natural bridge of land. The water of the pond is frozen solid, an expanse of crystal glass that spreads from shore to shore. A path leads across the bridge and up to the diving cliffs, winding through a dotting of small boulders on its way. The afternoon is clear, and the sun shines with a few small clouds floating past. The air is calm, with no hint of breeze. The water's glasslike surface mirrors the cliff walls and sky above. Contents: Felix Obvious exits: LAke Pond Diving Cliff Bowl It may be a cold winter's afternoon, but for once it's not raining, and the lake is - mostly - deserted - so R'hin's taking advantage of the weather with a steady jog around the lake. He looks like he's been at it a while, and he's slowing down as he makes another lap, a sheen of sweat lining his forehead. A towel is slung over 'his' rock near the lake shore, and he's shadowed from above by Leiventh, who circles lazily overhead. The lake being a favored spot for Felix and Whuaith, it's no wonder they're on their way here now. It's slow going, since the blue needs to stop every once and a while to inspect something, and Felix has to tell him - again, didn't she just tell him about those rocks the other day? - what it is, whatever it is. They make it eventually, and Whuaith cranes his neck to peeeeer up at the bronze overhead. He. wants. to. do. that. Felix just grins, keeping an eye out for, ah, yes. There's R'hin. Since his route is bringing him around to the bit of shore she's occupying, she lifts a hand from her pocket to wave. "H'llo, sir!" R'hin's breathing hard as he slows down to a quick walk, a grin touching his lips as he alters his path to take him nearer Felix and the blue. "Afternoon," he returns the greeting easily enough, eyes flickering over the weyrling carefully, then her dragon. "Whuaith is looking well," he says approvingly, with a slight glance upwards to suggest he's not the only one with that particular opinion. Running a hand through his hair, he walks towards his rock to retrieve his towel, brushing it over his face before asking, "And how," there's a quirk of lips, "Is weyrling training treating you and yours?" Leiventh> Whuaith senses that Leiventh's crimson tones bespeak a faint sense of amusement, his mental image suggesting just how small the blue - and indeed, the two humans - look from this height. He's answering your unvoiced thought: « You will. Soon enough. » Oh! He's coming over. That means a salute is in order, and Felix snaps off a quick, awkward one. Aheh. And then it's hands in pockets again so she can look even smaller than she already did. "Thanks! He thinks so too." Her grin is so, so sunny. Her head tilts so she can watch the ever-growing blue a beat - he's flopped to his haunches by now, sitting and staring up, up, up - then returns her attention to the Weyrleader. "Oh, we're havin' a great time of it. Me'n him," thumbjerk for Whuaith, "have been usin' the last month t', ya know, get acquainted. It was weird the first seven." And weird is a serious understatement. "How about you, sir, and Leiventh? You two fellas doin' well?" Leiventh senses that Whuaith was at one point startled when another voice that wasn't his girl's poked at him. He's long since become used to it though, having gotten over that first day of life. So totally over it. « It'd be nice if I could do it /now/, » he huffs, all sky blues and wanderlust. Although R'hin acknowledges the salute with a tip of head, he doesn't return it - possibly because he's got a towel in hand, but more likely - at least so the rumors might go - because he salutes very few people. "Weird," the bronzerider picks up that particular connotation, with a wry smile, almost sympathetic. "Yes." He slings the towel over his shoulder, moving back over towards Felix, eyes on Whuaith with deliberate inspection. The query from the weyrling earns a flicker of surprise, and a considering look from pale eyes before he grins. "Oh, we're well enough. Leiventh's happy enough to leave the Weyr again as needed. Though we don't get nearly as much time as we'd like, to." Leiventh> Whuaith senses that Leiventh, never one to rush into a thought, considers that for a time. « If you wait, » the bronze counters, « Then you will be able to do it with your rider. It is much nicer, to fly together. » His tones bespeak wistfulness. "Oh, I bet. I was only out there on the sands for the hatching and that was plenty enough for me." Felix lifts her eyebrows - even the memory of that time spent is hot - and shakes her head. "Won't see me out there again anytime soon, I tell ya. Not unless I gotta be. Ah." Her mouth becomes a straight line, a rare sight indeed considering her usual is smiles and grins. "Sir, y'don't mind my askin', if you had more time, what would you do with it?" Whuaith caught that inspection, lifted his chin as if to say 'what, somethin' on my face?' then returned his attention upwards. He's trying to talk, here. Leiventh senses that Whuaith chuffs mental agreement. It's almost like a sigh, the kind that echoes in the mind. « I don't like waiting, » he replies in a melancholy tone. « It took me so long just to get /here/. » He was in an /egg/. /Uck/. "Don't see that they'll be much need for you to ever be," R'hin answers, settling on a rock that's comfortable speaking distance away, one hand braced behind him for balance. The next question, once again, seems to earn a thoughtful look from the Weyrleader for a time. "That, I think, is an answer for another time. When you've graduated, I think - ask me again, and I'll answer. Speaking of, you were a smith before you Impressed, weren't you? How long were you in the craft for?" Leiventh> I bespoke Whuaith with « Waiting, » the bronze opines with ease, « Is not so bad. The sun is warm, even here, and we have good company. There will be much to do, in time. The future will be waiting for you, when you are ready. For now, you must be there for your rider. » Felix blinks. It's either surprise or confusion, the look on her face. Maybe a little of both. "Oh. Okay." When she's... graduated. "I'll do that, then." And, considering she has a mind like a bear trap - numbers, so many numbers - she'll remember. On to other matters though, and topics like smithing. Which she loves. Still. "Yessir, sir. I was for 'bout three turns, sir, give or take a month or two." She's getting the hang of this 'sir' thing. If you just toss it in there every few words, you should be okay! "This weyrling thing is a whole 'nother line o'work." Again with the understating. Leiventh senses that Whuaith rolls this around in his head like a winetaster savors wine. Slow and thoughtful, with just that little hint of relish in the act. « S'pose you're right. She is little. » Little mental projection of Felix, there. Or, well, a smudged blob that's supposed to be Felix. He'll get better at that. « She says I'll be fast, when I do fly. » And right back onto the flying. « They told her so. » Ah, They. "So you'd have been maintaining the flamethrowers, and the like?" R'hin guesses, hooking one foot up onto the rock, head tilted. "What do they do with them, during the Interval? I can't imagine they just lock them away for two hundred Turns?" The latter comment earns a tip of head, as the Weyrleader agrees, "Quite a bit different. Some people find it more difficult than others." A grimace suggests that perhaps he was one of that number. "How are you finding the Weyrlingmaster?" Leiventh> I bespoke Whuaith with « You will be faster than me. » The bronze allows that, perhaps a hint of grudging in the concession. « But, what will you do, when you do take to the air? Will you simply fly forever? » Felix nods quickly enough to make her hair slip from its bun. Just a little. "Yessir. And you're right, they can't just lock 'em up. Takes a lot of material t'make 'em, a lot of pretty rare material, so we gotta keep 'em in workin' order. Just like the dragons and their riders. Can't let the know-how just fade away, else we'd never be ready when it comes back." A daunting thought, Thread's return, but she doesn't shy from it. "So we take 'em out every once and a while, clean 'em up, test 'em, make sure all's well. Me'n Karl, my teacher, were goin' around on a circuit t'do just that for all the Weyrs we stopped at along the way. Holds, too, have their own supply for the groundcrews. We also teach upkeep t'those in charge o'supplies and the like. So they can do what we do." She stops herself, her cheeks pink. "Sorry sir, I get t'ramblin' sometimes. Weyrlingmaster I'daur is..." Um. "A good Weyrlingmaster." Yes. Her smile is hesitant. Leiventh senses that Whuaith allows himself a little mental smugness. Chuff. But then it's on to the question, to which he responds quickly, « Can I? » Forever? Despite the rambling nature of the answer, R'hin seems keenly interested, pale gaze attentive on the former smith. "Every once in a while," he echoes, with a laugh that might seem out of place. "Ah, yes. Very good, very good," he says approvingly, pale eyes glittering. A twitch of brows bespeaks disbelief at the response Felix gives. "When I was a weyrling," he says, instead, brushing the towel over his forehead once more, "I did not get along with S'din. We had many open blues about it - just ask anyone," his lips twitch. "I'daur welcomes thoughts. Different ideas. As do I. I'd rather hear an honest, useful answer than a lie that one might come to resent." Though it might seem so at first, it doesn't appear to be a press for a further answer, given he tips his head up towards Leiventh with a quirk of lips. "They do not always agree with us, but they will always be there. There is comfort in that." Leiventh> Whuaith senses that Leiventh seems to consider for a moment. « I fly for a long time. You would get tired before me, I think, » he says it almost apologetically, « But I rarely get tired before mine needs me for something. He gives us a purpose, other than to fly, forever. » Felix's mouth slants sideways when she bites down on the corner of her lip. Chomp. She fidgets briefly before putting her hands behind her back. There's something about approval from someone like R'hin that will always make her a little timid. "Yessir," is her reply to his advice. Honest, open. Considering honest and open is normally Felix's creed, it's odd that she isn't leaping on this opportunity. Perhaps she's just considering it. When he looks up she does too, then over at her blue lifemate. "Lots of comfort. Never really had it be not just me in the whole world." Leiventh senses that Whuaith doesn't let it get to him. He's toying with thoughts of flying forever. He'll learn when he actually gets up in the sky that it's tiring work. For now though, nothing's impossible. « I'll fly for a long time. » Excited sparks, like pinpricks of stars, light up the span of his mind before calming again into soothing blues. « A purpose. A purpose is a good thing to have. Mine gives me a purpose. She tells me to get up, it's time for breakfast. » "It can be... weird, too." R'hin uses Felix's chosen word, deliberately, eyes still on the circling bronze above. "Some things, they don't understand. They accept, but they don't comprehend." The words are faint, almost like he's talking to himself more than than the weyrling. He exhales slowly, eyes dropping back down. "How are you getting along with the other weyrlings?" he changes the subject, deliberately. Leiventh> Whuaith senses that Leiventh's agreeable enough. « A purpose is a very good thing to have. It is what we are here for, after all. » He doesn't need to be -told- that, it's simply knowledge to him. « Soon enough, you will fly with us. » The bronze is better at mental images, and he shares one, of you and yours, soaring in the skies far above High Reaches, the mottled colors of other dragons accompanying you. Felix has stopped talking. It's much more interesting, watching R'hin, than it is answering his not-really-talking-to-anyone dialogue. Her head tilted, she /is/ watching him when he looks at her again. Caught! Averting her eyes, she swallows. "Oh, we get along great. Oh. Well. I mean, I get along with 'im, but B'yan sure can be a handful." Only too happy tochange the subject, mmhm. Leiventh senses that Whuaith absorbs that picturing, pouncing on it with all the enthusiasm of one his age and, well, he does sort of have his own brand of the stuff, too. « That'll be us! » On the ground, his excitement leaks over into a little growling croon that makes his lifemate look at him funny. « I don't want to wait, » he adds sullenly. "Mmm. That's good, then." It's difficult to tell exactly which part the Weyrleader means - that Felix gets on well with her fellow weyrlings, or that B'yan is a handful? A twitch of lips as gaze lifts upwards, and almost apologetically, "Leiventh loves to fly. I told him he shouldn't encourage Whuaith, but he--" R'hin shrugs, almost helplessly, lips twitching. Leiventh> I bespoke Whuaith with « If you go now, you will miss sharing it with your clutchmates. » The bronze offers, a little bemused. « It is much better, when you have others to fly with. » "Has anyway?" Felix finishes R'hin's sentence with a grin. "Probably did it without even meanin' to. My fella's an easily excitable little guy sometimes." Said, of course, with such a fond voice. "I think the sky's gonna have it's own hands full when he gets up there. He's already talkin' about zippin' around and how Verenth did this thing in the air that was so neat lookin'. I hope I can keep up." Whuaith bespoke Leiventh with « They'll catch up eventually. » A pause. « I'll have you to fly with! » "Most weyrling dragons are," R'hin says, laughingly. "Hard to believe Leiventh was. He's so... serious, nowadays. I guess they grow up, just like we do." A faint sort of grimace follows. "Necessity." With an exhale of breath, he rises, abruptly. "I'd best go wash up. I've some afternoon meetings to attend to. Leiventh, I'm sure, will keep Whuaith company." He gives a wry twitch of lips, moving away from the pair, then pausing with a look back. "Keep in touch with your teacher, Karl, would you? We shouldn't-- lose that knowledge, just because you've impressed." Felix's expression falls somewhat when the Weyrleader makes that face. Aw. It isn't hard for her to see through things like titles and knots to the person behind them. "Oh." Wash up. "Yeah, sure. 'Course. He needs a bath too." And she digs into a pocket, pulls out a pouch of sand, tosses it up in the air once. "Thankfully he ain't so big yet, doesn't take long." And of course she means Whuaith. Ahem. Those next words take her by surprise and she pauses. "Uh. Yeah. Yessir. I will." Another pause. "Good luck with your meetings, sir. Hope we get t'talk again soon." She really does. "Good," R'hin nods, a hint of satisfaction in the gesture, "Good." A twitch of lips follows her wish of luck, "I may need them - thank you. And I'm sure we will, again," he adds confidently. His eyes fall on Whuaith, and there's a faint tip of head towards the dragon as he strides off across the bowl, towel slung over his shoulder. You walk north towards the main bowl area. |
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