Logs:One Day at a Time
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| RL Date: 9 July, 2015 |
| Who: Nala, Aislara, Jynth, Ryerith |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jynth catches Ryerith in her first flight since Aislara's loss. |
| Where: Flight Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 18, Month 3, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
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| Ryerith has been quietly building up her glow throughout the day, choosing to sleep on her ledge for the sole purpose of taunting those males who choose to watch a proddy green closely. It is not until late evening that she rouses and feels the urge to go. Her call is a snap of ribbon and a loud twang of chimes, narrowed and focused towards a certain blue. The rest of the males that follow her into the feeding pen are ignored. If any try to reach towards her, she'll snarl her refusal. Aislara had spent the afternoon in the Fountain, Ryerith's desire to be seen dominating even her rider's thoughts. She's slightly tipsy and giggly for it as her small entourage each vie for the greenrider's attention. Ryerith's descent into the pen turns the entertainment focus to something far more intense as one brownrider moves to usher Aislara out. The rest seem quick to follow. Aislara jerks her elbow free from the man, Ryerith's snarl mirrored as she hisses, "I can walk myself." And so she does with a handful of followers. Nala doesn't go the Fountain. She doesn't watch Aislara. If she knows where she is, she stays well away, until Jynth signals that it might be time to move. It's selfish and it's not, unwilling to see her gathering attention and getting tipsy, and yet trying to give her her space. The bluerider chooses not to track her down, and instead heads straight for where she assumes her journey will ultimately end, and so, for once, she's one of the first to the flight weyr, where she sits calmly down in one of the chairs provided. Likewise, Jynth is one of the first into the pens, blood spilled quickly and all too easily, if inelegantly. He only spares attention for any males who get too close to him, who find themselves greeted with an uncharacteristic snap and snarl. Jynth's snaps and snarls do enough to keep more of the instigators away from him than they might have otherwise. Ryerith has downed a scrawny juvenile wherry and she rends her claws through the young creature in two sweeping gestures that split it down to the bone. Her whirling eyes are locked onto a certain blue as she lowers herself to lap at the pooling liquid before it's fully absorbed in the dirt. She does not bother with another nor does she pay any attention to the pack of suitors that have dutifully followed her into the feeding grounds. She throws Jynth a ribbon to tickle at his mind before she launches herself into the air and pumps her wings with a singular purpose to head towards the nearest bank of clouds. Aislara has managed to swat her own pack of suitors away from her as she enters the guest weyr. She makes a sweep of the room and settles her gaze on Nala momentarily before she heads towards the bed to sit and wait. The greenrider seems at her ease despite the group of men that are gathering around the perimeter of the weyr. Jynth will take what cues he can get, his focus more on Ryerith than the competition, and when she throws herself skywards, he's only a moment or so after her, for all that that time doesn't equate to so little distance in the skies. He narrowly avoids the snap of jaws of an older bronze, and though Nala hisses, he doesn't let himself get distracted by trying to enact revenge. He follows Ryerith. She's what he's here for. She's what he's put his rider through relative hell for, for the past fortnight or so. Maybe weariness is why Nala doesn't do anything about the men staring at the girl she believes his hers, or perhaps making a scene is not in anyone's best interest. For now. She watches, tensed, though her expression reads impassive and uninterested. It appears that Jynth's tactic has not been wasted as two males bump into each other and pull out amongst loud, angry, snarls and flying claws. Ryerith is gleeful as the two depart, her ribbons dangled down and tickling towards the blue. She's already chosen him. Her flight takes her through a group of clouds that she sends floating in puffs and tendrils behind her. When she exits, she happens upon a brown who has anticipated this. His reach is met with a scream of fury as Ryerith folds her wings and plummets past him. Within the weyr, those who have had to pull out leave without issue. That brownrider seems to be miming his dragon's reach but he is met with a feral-sounding snarl from Aislara. A blanket is grabbed and she tears the fabric beneath her hands, a release for the tension she slowly feels building. Maybe Southern or the mindhealers have done something for Nala and Jynth, for when the blue dives after Ryerith, there's no answering lunge for Aislara from his rider. However, it takes effort, one that bleaches much of the colour from Nala's features, especially as the greenrider makes that sound and she finds that that brownrider partially blocks her view of Aislara. Jynth keeps plummeting down, almost dangerously fast, and chances are that he'll barrel into Ryerith before he manages to do anything like spin them and twine to fall and glide, rather than tumble from the skies. Nala still doesn't move from her chair, clinging to what she can of decorum and composure, rather than let anything more aggressive possess her. Ryerith is not prepared for Jynth's approach and as he barrels into her. She roars her fury at their stumble in the sky. It is only when it registers to the green that it is her blue that's stopped her plummet that she does not fight him further. It may be a joint effort to find balance in the skies and Ryerith readily submits to Jynth once they've found a more peaceful descent from their haphazard spill through the clouds. Aislara has not shown any signs of fear or paranoia at those gathered within the weyr. Even that grabbing brownrider is met with disdain as he pulls back from her and allows Nala a view of the greenrider. Aislara has rended the blanket into shreds and her grin is triumphant as she catches Nala's eye. She holds the bluerider's gaze as the rest begin to make their way out of the weyr to find other places to ease their tension. Frozen, Nala doesn't manage to get her body to co-operate until diving turns to gliding and it seems that Jynth and Ryerith will not this day dash themselves into the ground below. Once enough backs are turned and her impulses are ruled more by her blue's passions than her fears for his safety, she rises from her seat and strips her shirt off over her head, then begins to deal with the laces of her trousers as she approaches the bed and eagerly lays claim to her lover. She's not aggressive about it, though it may be a conscious effort that keeps her from being so, but she's quick to get the greenrider's clothes out of the way and let Jynth's instincts eliminate the almost fearful, too gentle manner in which she's loved Aislara of late. Aislara waits and watches Nala, collectively holding her breath against the sensation of her dragon's plummet above them. When the pair manage to correct their descent, the greenrider lets out a whoosh of relieved air. That claim that is made is encouraged and Aislara seems intent on having Nala be however she may wish to be as their dragons' instincts take over. Time passes in a fury of movement, hands moving over every inch of skin, kisses exchanged, and that build-up of tension finally finding a release when Ryerith and Jynth make their way safely to the ground. Ryerith does not sleep right away, seeking the comfort of Jynth's side as she wraps herself as close to him as physically possible. « It should always be this way » she declares to him, still needy and possessive of him as she hisses lowly at a passing shape overhead. « You are mine. » Mindless of whether Aislara may want her to move, Nala remains all but draped over her, arms planted down to either side of her head, so that when she looks up and shifts her weight a little, she can easily seek her gaze when she looks down at her. "Possessive little thing, aren't you?" she murmurs, lowering her head to hide a rare, proper smile in the curve of her neck. It might be more Jynth's thought than hers, given its phrasing, her blue curling around Ryerith to keep her safely tucked into the curve of his body, away from any who might drift near. « Yes, » he readily agrees, « I am. » For, despite those other greens he goes after, there might only be one other that he shows anything close to true interest in. Nala shifts slightly, the press of one leg meaning to tease, even if it is a little too soon. "We surrender." Aislara does not want Nala to move and she remains complacent and content beneath the bluerider's draping. As their eyes meet, Aislara's smile is lazy and satisfied as she lifts a brow in answer. "Am I the only one?" she murmurs, lifting a hand to brush against Nala's hair as she tucks in against her neck. Ryerith surrenders to sleep, content and secure against the blue hide. Today she has proven her choice can play a part in her flights and the fact that her choice leads to her rider's happiness is also a part of her own. Aislara makes a murmur of half-protest against that tease, clearly too unwilling to move for any reason at this point. "I love you," she announces, curling closer. "Are you-- were you--, I think.. it went well this time. With it being open." Nala answers that question with the baring of teeth against Aislara's neck, a light nip given before she desists. Her arms might begin to protest at holding herself so over the greenrider, yet she doesn't demonstrate any intention of moving, save to reach down and draw the nearest, non-shredded blanket up to her hips, to cover them both from the waist down. When she must surrender a little to aching muscles, it's only to let arms stretch long in the sheets and to bury her head in the crook of Aislara's shoulder. Her own declaration might be lost against skin, unwilling as she is to put unnecessary distance there, yet she tilts her head the slightest bit to say more clearly, "...I think it went as well as can be wished for." One hand curls in the sheets when she adds, "It need only matter if it goes well for you." Aislara shakes her head at Nala's words, "No," she stresses, "it matters to me that it goes well for both of us. Last time.., I'm trying to overcome my panic. I want to set an example for my weyrlings. We all have to work through our fears.. and sometimes that takes longer than others." She shakes her head again and sighs, shifting beneath Nala and moving to press her lips against the bluerider's hairline. "I'm too tired to think of it. Sleep, love? Then maybe after..," she trails off as her fingers traipse along Nala's exposed skin. "So, you should listen to your own advice and take the time that you need," Nala replies, edging back from her feline-like sprawl over her to catch her gaze and hold it. "Everything does not have to be all right straight away." But maybe it's all right enough for the moment, for she doesn't argue further, and instead moves so that she's not quite draped atop Aislara, but at her side, legs tangled with hers and one arm thrown over her. She shivers as fingers wander over her skin, then makes to draw the blanket more securely over the pair of them, if only so she doesn't get ideas to answer trailing touches right away. "Sleep," she agrees, curling more snugly against her. "I'll take it one day at a time," Aislara assures as she snuggles against Nala. Sleep comes almost on command as she lays beneath the security of the bluerider's arm. Later, when she stirs, she rouses Nala in a trail of kisses and that promised 'after' is used as a means to wake her up. It's closer to midnight when Aislara finally pulls Nala from the guest weyr. Ryerith has stirred enough at that time to take both women up to her ledge where she and Jynth had retired at some point. With her rider dropped off, the green makes her way back to her wallow to curl around the blue. Aislara leads Nala to that larger bed and draws her down to claim a few more hours of sleep before the morning and their duties greet them. |
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