Logs:Save Me A Cookie
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| RL Date: 30 September, 2008 |
| Who: Fiorella, D'kai, Mecaith |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Dragons prowl. Fiorella and D'kai talk. |
| Where: Southwestern Bowl, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 11, Turn 17 (Interval 10) |
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There is a little more grass in this section of the bowl than at the center, though this can be attributed to the lake that's not too far off and not to any improvement to the sandy soil. More weyrs can be seen high along the mountain walls to either side, though there are none in the massive earthworks that spill down the southernmost section of the volcanically created valley. The sandy lake shore is further to the southwest, creating a vast half-crescent that contains the blue-green waters of the lake proper. More to the west would be the feeding grounds that contain the animals designated for being consumed by both dragons and humans alike. Off toward the distant northeast would be the weyrling barracks, the Weyrleader's complex, the hatching complex, living cavern, and infirmary. In the feeding grounds, Mikhuth slinks amid the scattered herdbeast, snuffling here and there, for the most part - seemingly - unawares of their anxious shifting and lowing. Every so often, he sharply lifts his head to look to the east: faceted eyes seeking out his lifemate, perching on a rock some distance away, back pointedly to the bronze. He'll provide the moral support, but the bronze's habit of forceful sharing with the kill has driven D'kai to a straight-backed seat, arms crossed, heels kicking at the rock under his feet. In the feeding grounds, Mecaith looks up from the middle of his own meal, licks his muzzle clean and warbles once towards the other bronze. << Good day, Mikhuth. Lunchtime? >> inquires the elder of the two dragons politely. Fiorella makes her way across the southern portion of the bowl, readjusting her jacket to finish buttoning it as the chill of autumn creeps in. That done the girl tucks her hands into her pockets seemingly in search of something as she nears rock on which the bronze rider is sitting, quite oblivious to his presence just yet. In the feeding grounds, The younger, ink-streaked bronze cranes his neck about towards Mecaith; tossing his muzzle once, twice, before rumbling an affirmative. << 'Lo, Mecaith. Sur'is! >> Though he's not yet chosen a prey, and for the moment he just continues his odd, low-to-the-ground stalking, finally offering, << 'n y'enjoyin' yer meal, then, yeah? >> D'kai does a bit of buttoning, himself, snugging his thin jacket higher about his neck and slumping a bit lower so that the fur lining of it touches his jaw. With his stoic ignoring of Mikhuth's hunting - as it could be called, even no kill has been made, yet - he's quick to note Fiorella, slipping a hand out from under his arm to wave and call (a bit muffled), "Hey! - ...!" That pause comes with the realization that, really, Deke doesn't even know her name. Fiorella blinks, green-eyed gaze, that so much resembles her sister's, shifting towards the greeting. Might it have been for her? Perhaps, and she lifts a hand from her pocket to wave, sending a cheerful smile towards the bronzer. "Hi!!" All that fluffing and burying himself in his coat is lost as D'kai lifts his chin and grins, tossing his head - an invitation of sorts, perhaps, and he even pats at the rock beside him. "What's doin', lady? Come keep me company, if you're not busy." And he twists about to trace the path she might've been taking with his eyes. "Looking for someone? Something?" In the feeding grounds, Mecaith tugs his beast a little bit more out of the way so Mikhuth has more space to cruise around. << I am enjoying it very much, thank you. And looking forward to a good soak afterward. T'rev has promised me a full bath and oiling. Of course he is a little busy at the moment, but he should be along presently. >> Fiorella grins as her bouncy steps lead her towards the stone seat and she climbs up with a shake of her head, turning to flop down beside him. "Not busy really, no. I was just going to look and see if I could find another rock for my collection." she replies, holding out a shinny piece of obsidian that's produced from her pocket. "I found this one at the beach the other day." In the feeding grounds, Mikhuth's choice is finally made as he strikes forward at one cow, startling her towards the other end of the pen and letting out a merry draconic chuckle as he bounds after her. The chase is swift, and quickly she's dragged down, and Mickey settles into his meal, eyes whirling a contented blue. << Eatin' 'n a bath, tha's the life, innit? Should get on Deke's case 'bout a li'l wash for me, too. What's he up to, then? >> Idle curiosity, likely. With a pull at his mouth, D'kai angles his gaze back /away/ from the feeding grounds, instead peering down at Fiorerlla with a happy little chuckle for the distraction. "Ooh, did you?" He inspects the rock, declaring it "very nice!" before then leaning out to cast about the ground before them. "Not sure if you'd find many around /here/. But - yeah, the beach's got lots, eh? Or see if you can catch a ride out to Ista or somewhere, they've got just /famous/ black sand, you know?" Fiorella giggles. "It is nice, isn't it." she agrees proudly as she tucks the stone back into her pocket for safekeeping. "I'd like to see if I could find a green one next. But I haven't found the right one yet." she explains before her eyes widen at the mention of Ista's black sands and she shakes her head. "Famous? Really!?" she asks excitedly. Deke continues on with his search, though most the pebbles scattered along the ground about them are worn and dull and grey, and he wrinkles his nose. No luck here, then. "Green," he muses, sitting back now on his elbows, and nodding thoughtfully, "I haven't seen one, not off the top of my head, but if I do I'll be sure to grab it for you, yeah?" And then he's nodding, almost as excitedly for Ella's enthusiasm, "You didn't know? They're all... Glittery! And black!" Fiorella grins. "Maybe I can get T'rev to take me sometime." she muses, "Or maybe Berit will even have time sometime." though of that she seems more doubtful. "So what are you doing out here all by yourself? It's rather cold to just be sitting, isn't it." Beat. "Did you ever find Sunni and get her her present?" In the feeding grounds, Mecaith keeps munching away on his carcass, neat and efficient about it too and eyeing Mikhuth's play with a hint of dry, sandy amusement rustling around in his head. << It makes for a good day, yes. All I could ask for beyond that, is a nice trip somewhere to see a place we have not seen yet. >> There's a beat as Mecaith checks in with his rider and there's more amusement. << Private things. >> The bronzerider nods, encouragingly. "Sure! If I'm - well, I might be stopping by Ista more than I expected, now, so maybe if I can, I'll bring you along, too?" But that's distant, isn't it, so D'kai just pushes it away and continues to nod with a blithe sort of smile. "I'm Mickey's moral support while he hunts, but he really gets into... here," (the lad taps at his forehead) "So I come along and pretend not to watch." For the last, he shrugs a bit sorrowfully. "Nah, not yet. I'm supposed to visit her real soon, though, so I'll bring it for her, then. And you? I thought you were getting shipped back to - Four Boulders Hold, or...?" Or whatever it's called. "You manage to wheedle a longer stay?" In the feeding grounds, It's a great pleased lot of traders in Mickey's mind, all 'round the dark smoke of a fire with their meals that indicates his /satisfaction/ of it all even as the bronze sets into cracking bones and snapping tendons. << Hmmm. >> Mikhuth considers this. << Travellin', eh? Where would ye go? >> It's some foreign concept to him, perhaps, and 'private matters' are forgone to chase this new idea. Fiorella ohs, glancing back over her shoulder towards the pen only to wrinkle her nose and look back to the rider. Her smile falls at the mention of not having found her sister. "Oh, well..." But then its onto other things. "Four Sons Hold." she corrects, smile creeping back into place. "And I didn't do anything. T'rev said that Berit said I could stay and he's in charge of me now." And with that she seems exceptionally pleased. "It's okay!" D'kai bolsters his grin, "I'll see her soon enough. If you've a letter or anything - you give it to me, yeah? I promise I won't even read it or /anything/." See? He's the most trustworthy bronzerider ever! "Four Sons, right," he reiterates, "that's what I said, isn't it?" (That with a little wink; joking.) "Oh - he's in charge of - well! Isn't that something! He's my wingleader, didn't you know? Does he make you do his laundry and stuff, like us?" 'Us' being those poor, poor Flint wingriders, of course! "Or - no, probably not, eh? What'd'you do all day?" Fiorella nods, "I have one.. I just haven't found anyone to take it yet." she notes, shaking her head. "Nope." And then the question about laundry, "No!" there's a playfulness in her voice as she answers giggling this time. "I have harper lessons. And I have chores, I help in the kitchen some. They make me do dishes, but sometimes I get to help with other things like making cookies and bubblies." There's a wrinkle of her nose in regards to the dishes. In the feeding grounds, Mecaith takes a last bite, nudges the corpse in front of him and spends a moment or two cleaning his muzzle off against the grass and tidying up his talons. << Perhaps you and yours would like to join us sometime? T'rev takes Bennaths' along sometimes, or Vrianth's once to show her a place that we found. >> There's a moment's consideration and a sense of sandgrains arranging in Mecaith's mind. << Staying home with good company is nice as well. But We like to see what's out there. >> D'kai ah-hahs and wiggles around on his seat, thumbing his chest with a proud lift of his head. "Then I'm your man, for sure. I'll track you down - or T'rev, maybe, if I can't find you? - and let you know before I go." Nod: it's a deal. And then he's tilting his head intently, listening to this list, attentive. "Lessons aren't too hard, too boring or anything? And - cookies! That's the best! That way you can eat the dough before, too, and then the cookie after." The best of /both/ worlds. Fiorella grins. "Thanks!" she bubbles, "I'd very much appreciate it. ... Has she written you at all?" But then she's onto other things, "Lessons? No." and there's a shake of her head, "And sometimes, but only when the cooks get distracted and let me mix by myself for a little bit. But cookies are good, yes." In the feeding grounds, Mikhuth has settled on his haunches next to his kill, with very little left of it but hovering protectively over it nonetheless, shoulder hunched as though to warn off intruders from /his/ lunch. Except Mecaith, it seems, who earns a whirling glance and then a tip of Mickey's angular head; << P'haps we would. Will mention it t'm'boy, I think. >> Finally, now, what he's been waiting for arrives; a rotund little green fire-lizard, who descends on the kill with a swoop and sets to, and the bronze straightens and waves his wings, in anticipation of flight. << T'sun hits m'ledge just right this time a'day, >> he explains, sort of. Deke glances quick over his shoulder, lifting his head and his hand in a visible agreement to a mental conversation, perhaps. "She has, yeah. I'm not the best letter-writer, and my own, uh, penmanship is wherry scratch, so I've been pretty bad about writing her back," he admits, sheepishly, with a sorrowful wag of his head. "But! Mickey's all fed up and I've gotta run, 'else I'll be scaling the bowl to get back into my weyr." A prospect not entirely desirable, and so the bronzerider hops down off the rock and grins up to Fiorella. "You save me a cookie, yeah?" And with that, he's jogging towards the feeding grounds. In the feeding grounds, Mecaith nudges the carcass before him one more time, then moves to drag it over to the fence near where the beasthandlers and butchers usually come in to clean up the grounds. Helpful he is. << Excellent. It's always nice to share a new view, >> the elder bronze proclaims. << Enjoy your sunning, I believe that T'rev is ready for my bath and oiling now. >> And indeed a rather mussed looking T'rev is approaching from the direction of the lower caverns. A moment later, Mecaith is gliding away to meet his rider, who climbs aboard and they vanish off into the hot springs. << A good day to you, Mikhuth. >> "She..." Fiorella starts, but then D'kai is off on his way and she simply nods. "I will!" she calls after him, assuring that there will be a cookie for him if she has any say in the matter. In the feeding grounds, Mikhuth is slightly less polite, if only because moving his own kill would move pudgy Narie, too, and the bronze raises his head, fanning his wings for Mecaith's departure. << An' ye, Mecaith, >> and then D'kai is over the fence and jogging towards his lifemate, pulling himself up and the pair of them lift into the air, the dragon angling his wings for their weyr some distance away. |
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