Logs:Tail Fishing
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| RL Date: 11 November, 2013 |
| Who: G'laer, Teisyth, L'sha, Rillaeth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Weyrlings talk proficiency tests and other things while dragons fish in a snowdrift. |
| Where: East Bowl, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 24, Month 3, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Steady, today's snowfall sticks, creating dunes on the bowl floor. |
| Mentions: I'zech/Mentions, Rh'mis/Mentions, Rone/Mentions |
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| Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr Ringed by rough granite walls to all sides but one, this end of the huge bowl narrows from the even broader plain to the west, continuing the ever so slight downward slope toward the blue and green of the Weyr's lake and surrounding foliage. More open to sun and wind than the western bowl, but less frequented when there aren't weyrlings in residence, the bowl's grassy tufts keep the topsoil in place and thicken into a bloodstained meadow within the feeding pens that adjoin the lake. At the base of the surrounding cliffs lie entrances to several caverns, including the dragon infirmary and the weyrling barracks: the former to the northwest near where the spires begin, the latter opposite to the southwest. Both archways are large and dark enough for any dragon to pass through, but it's the infirmary's that is haunted by faint smells of redwort and numbweed, as though over generations they have seeped into the very stone. To the southeast, between the weyrling area and the lake, there are a handful of structures built into the floor of the bowl, standing out amidst otherwise an empty space. Steady, today's snowfall sticks, creating dunes on the bowl floor.
L'sha wanders out into the bowl to get a bit of air before he heads inside to get a bite to eat. He looks at the sky above as the sun is setting, admiring the color of the clouds. On seeing G'laer, L'sha heads in his direction, giving a nod and a curt, "Evening." Rillaeth immediately bounds toward her sister and peers into the bank of snow the other green is inspecting. « Whatcha got in there, sis? » Though now G'laer has to keep an eye on Teisyth lest she cause trouble, something she seems to have a bit of talent for, if never intentionally, he's still generally aware of his surroundings, so when L'sha makes his approach, he's probably aware of it. He doesn't, however, address the other weyrling until he's greeted. "Evening," He offers back, polite. A brief glance goes toward Rillaeth before sliding back to L'sha, "Alright, L'sha, Rillaeth?" He asks. It's probably short for 'how's it going?' with the both of them, though he doesn't say as much. Teisyth, on the other hand is in a fabulous mood, as usual. Her chipper response is offered, « Oh, I'm fishin'! See, I left this shiny pebble here the other day, I think, » She can't really remember. « An' now the snow's on top of it, so I'm seein' if I can find it. Wanna help? » Her tail shifts in the burrow it's made in the snow. L'sha nods in reply to G'laer's greeting. "Alright. How's exam study going? I think I should be good in reading, writing and history, but I'm still shaky in the arithmetic. Hopefully, I can get by." Rillaeth turns to look at Teisyth for a moment, trying to figure out what she means, exactly. Eventually, she gets it. « Oh. Sure, I'll help! » She studies Teisyth's technique carefully, then turns around and tentatively sticks her tail in the snow. Her eyes open wide and she shivers immediately. « Ohh, that's cold! » A single raise of G'laer's brow and a slight shift in his lips indicate some dubiousness, but not for studying, as it turns out, "They're proficiency tests. No need to study if you're proficient." Shrug. "Which I am." It's stated matter-of-factly with no false pride or feigned confidence. "I'm sure you'll do fine." That's with the same degree of general confidence. "You did well in Harper lessons before, right?" This is pure assumption on G'laer's part. « Well, sure it is. » Teisyth acknowledges cheerily. « It's snow. Oh, I might feel it! » Only her tail has no way of picking it up. Woe! L'sha smirks at G'laer, "Well, how long has it been since your last one? Maybe you oughta refresh yourself a bit." He shrugs. "I did reasonably well, I suppose. Not top of the class, but should be enough to pass. Not sure I can say the same about some of the Nabolese, though. Some of them, I'm not sure if they *can* read and write, Faranth help them." Rillaeth overcome her dislike of cold, which she had forgotten, and probes around for the pebble with her tail. « Wait, I think I feel something too! » She tries to curl her tail around whatever it is she's got. "In the guard," The Crom guard which is known in the region for their excellence, "You're released from service if you're not proficient." Another statement of fact, "I have nothing to worry about. Don't concern yourself." With him, anyway. G'laer gives a slight nod at the words about the Nabol-born weyrlings. "That's the point of a proficiency test, though, to find out what one needs to learn so as to help appropriately." He shrugs again, "If they don't pass, they get the education they're lacking." No big deal, as far as he's concerned. Teisyth's given up on her tail, extracting it in favor of turning to start digging into the drift with her paws. She's making a mess of it. Thankfully, it's just snow. « Does it feel like a pretty pebble? » She (seriously) wants to know. Because of course 'pretty' is something one can feel, right? Different than ugly pebbles? L'sha nods. "Well, no chance of being 'released from service' if we fail, in any case. Remedial classes would be a bit embarrassing, but not the end of the world. Did you know any of the Nabolese before the Hatching? I actually met Rh'mis before I was even Searched. You know, the one who Impressed from the stands? I didn't see it, it must've happened after I Impressed. I was astonished when I heard about it." Rillaeth probes around a bit more. « No, it feels...kinda skinny and round. Maybe it's a stick? » "True. They're stuck with us." Or perhaps that's really saying 'we're stuck with them.' G'laer's neutral tone gives no clue. "I knew some of them. The ones that were candidates a while." Because, of course, they lived together and had chores together. "What was Rh'mis like before?" He does ask, and though his tone doesn't show it, there must be some measurable curiosity there since he asks. « Or maybe a frozen tunnelsnake! » That would be even better! At least according to Teisyth, « I found one and sucked on it 'til it weren't frozen no more an' then ate it. » Isn't that exciting? Something about G'laer's tone makes L'sha sigh in frustration, but he shrugs, "Pretty much the same as now, pretty much. Quiet, kept to himself. He seemed to have a sadness about him for some reason, like he'd had a hard life. I guess everyone in Nabol does these days. He disappeared just before I was Searched, then he showed up at the Hatching. I had a feeling he'd make a good rider, though. Turns out I was right, I guess." Rillaeth tries to curl her tail further around it. « Ooh, that might be it. Sounds tasty. I'm gonna pull it out! » She gives a mighty tug with her tail. "You do know," G'laer begins slowly, tone still blandly neutral, "That there are such things as bad riders. Just because someone Impresses doesn't mean that they're a good rider." Which isn't directly saying Rh'mis is not, just a comment on the broader topic. For example, "I heard I'zech got put on this assignment as a last ditch effort to make him a good rider." Heard does imply rumor, so maybe it isn't so, but, food for thought. « Careful you don't hurt yourself, » Sprain her tail or some such, « by tryin' to grab onto somethin' so tiny. » There's a reason Tesiyth abandoned her attempt to lift what she'd found in the snow drift with her tail and is now digging, deeper and deeper. « I almost did that yesterday an' G'laer was mighty upset about it it. » Woe. Teisyth doesn't like it when G'laer's upset-feeling. That's right feeling. He has those! L'sha rolls his eyes, "Yes, contrary to what you might think about me, I know that not all riders are perfect, honorable, noble specimens. I should know, I've met quite a few bad ones, and history's full of them." He chuckles a bit. "I'zech's a slacker, no doubt about that. He's funny, though. Hopefully, this job should help him." Rillaeth pulls her tail, but what's attached to the other end is...a stick. She tosses it aside with a flick of her tail. « Yeah, L'sha scolded me for flapping too long the other day. He was worried, too. » "Then you might think twice about saying you were right about a wanted thief making a good rider." G'laer is apparently unbothered by the roll of the eyes and simply points out the rumors surrounding Rh'mis. He doesn't comment on the words about I'zech, but his lips twitch at the edge, so he thinks something about them, at any rate. « Ain't it nice that they care about us so much? » Teisyth thinks so, as she pulls her head out of the snowdrift, wearing a snowy crown. L'sha walks over toward Rillaeth to see what she's up to. "Well, look who's accusing him. I don't know about you, but I don't trust anything Rone says or does." He crouches down by his lifemate. "Having fun, are we?" Rillaeth croons adoringly at L'sha. « Yeah, it sure is. » Her eyes whirl blue as she looks past her rider to the starry night skies above. "The fact that he's been accused at all is noteworthy." Not that the by whom isn't. G'laer leaves it cryptically at that as Teisyth starts doing the strangest little dance. It's the « Oh. Oh. Oh! » Itch dance! The one Teisyth had no idea was coming but that G'laer was probably waiting for. "Let's go then," He says simply to the green, fingers twitching as she hurries toward him. At four-feet long, G'laer isn't about to pick the green up, but he doesn't slow their pace toward the barracks for farewells, instead speaking over his shoulder, a curt, "Enjoy dinner. If that's where you're bound," to the other greenrider. |
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