Logs:Plenty of Time
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| RL Date: 27 July, 2016 |
| Who: Edyis, Jocelyn |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis and Jocelyn take time away from the clutching celebration to talk. |
| Where: Sheltered Lakeside Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 21, Month 5, Turn 41 (Interval 10) |
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| With the lower caverns having taken the opportunity to let food and drink flow aplenty just after the dinner hour, Jocelyn is difficult to locate immediately following her short appearance at the evening celebration. Does Aidavanth wordlessly share a flash of where the redhead now leans against a tree by the side of the lake farthest from the weyr proper with Akluseth of her volition, or of her rider's? It's unclear. Certainly, the goldrider doesn't look as if she's expecting company; somewhere along the way, she's tugged her hair free of its pins, and unheeding of the dirt and the fabric of her tailored pants from the workday, sits on the ground with her knees drawn to her chest. There's a tightness that's been present in her expression over the past month that isn't tonight, and the look she turns to what's visible of the moons is one that shades more thoughtful than upset or broody. Edyis takes a bit to excuse herself from the celebration, but she does manage to slip away eventually finding the spot wordlessly. "Awkward missing large portions of your own party you know." The brownrider murmurs settling next to the goldrider quietly. "Not that anyone is going to say anything about it." Jocelyn starts, but only just when Edyis joins her, and permits herself a small, mirthless laugh. "Not that anyone would expect me to stay longer than I had to, " she replies, still studying the night sky with as much fervor as one might devote to a challenging text. A breath, then: "Eleven children, if they all survive. He must be proud." Blue-gray eyes finally turn to consider the woman next to her, brow knitting faintly. "You left something for me some sevens ago." It's not quite a question, although her expression certainly says that she's seeking confirmation of her hypothesis. "I haven't known how to bring it up, or how to thank you for them, if you're responsible." "Don't even speak such a thought into existence. They will all survive." Of this Edyis seems certain, as she braces her arms behind her looking up at the same sky. "I didn't leave them because I wanted recognition for it." Edyis notes softly, glancing at the goldrider from the corner of her eye. "It was the only thing I could think to do for you; I'd be an idiot not to notice how reclusive you have become in the last few sevens." "Their survival is wanted, of course, " Jocelyn's quick to rejoin, "although we both know that it isn't always the result." Still, Edyis's certainty causes the corners of her mouth to curve faintly upward, chin dipping briefly for the offered explanation. "Thank you, " she says at some length, even as a hand drops to hesitantly lie on the ground between them, palm facing upward. "It was - it's been necessary." Her look turns searching; perhaps she'll understand. "You've had a lot on your plate, and I didn't want to intrude," Edyis comments after some moments in silence. Edyis leans forward then, twisting so she can regard the goldrider. "I've said it before, but it does bear repeating; whatever you need of us, we are here for you." The fingers of Jocelyn's still-between-them hand flex briefly toward her palm, then flatten again at rest. "Let it not be said that you two aren't dutiful sires, " their owner says lightly, and finally smiles in a genuine expression that meets her eyes. It's likely the first glimpse of the woman who was visible the night that their dragons flew in the two months since. "You asked me to be honest, " she says quietly. "I don't think you need me to tell you that there will be some things I won't be able to discuss. There will be plenty of things I won't want to discuss. All of this is - rather new to me. Whether it's affected by Aidavanth's attachment or not, I - want you to know that I'm glad you're here." Edyis reaches over, twining her fingers with the offered palm. "I can live with that, provided they are things you don't need to discuss." Edyis nods too at the last, dark eyes searching, "I won't press anything, Jocelyn." A small smirk curling on her lips, "Not that I am adverse to sharing more of what we've shared," Running a fingertip over her palm. "But I don't intend on rushing into anything, and I know you need time to sort out what you feel." "I can live with that, " Jocelyn echoes in response, and tentatively, her fingers curl to meet the other's in a silent, grateful gesture for her support. "I haven't been this close to Aidavanth since Impression, " she says slowly. "There was very little sense of where I ended and she began in the days leading up to her flight, and even if she doesn't remember that as clearly as I do, her attachment to your lifemate continues while the eggs harden - a natural enough occurrence, I suppose. I don't know if it's a reflection of her own feelings, or my vulnerability right now, or something else entirely." While it sounds as if she's having to push herself to be this candid, the little exhale that follows suggests that it's a relief to say such - or perhaps that's just a response to the finger on her palm. Edyis chuckles lightly. "Akluseth was - always separate in my head, unless he felt something intensely. We think so incredibly differently from each other, but when he flies in pursuit, Even if the after effects are awkward there is nothing quite like a flight." Edyis agrees, and there is a nod for the last. "Take your time to figure it out, it is the one thing we have plenty of. Especially now that the eggs are hardening, Akluseth barely leaves the ledges. He might be a bumbling oaf, but he has never been anything other than loyal. Even when I falter." Jocelyn makes an acknowledging noise. "Thank him for me; I appreciate him keeping her company when I'm working. I had hoped she wouldn't be the sort who required constant entertainment while she's watching over a clutch, but - " There's a shrug to fill in the remainder of her sentence, a look of 'what can you do' materializing with it. "I should go see her before I turn in for the evening and hope that I'll get at least some work done tomorrow." There's a small squeeze to Edyis's hand before hers makes to withdraw, and the goldrider pushes to her feet, re-securing her hair with quick, crisp tucks. Quietly, "Good night, Edyis." |
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