Logs:This Side of the Fence
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| RL Date: 7 October, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Ellerey, Z'kiel |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Unwilling Weyr resident Ellerey meets Edyis, Z'kiel...and gets introduced to many 'things with wings.' |
| Where: HRW: Feeding Grounds |
| When: Day 9, Month 13, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Cold, with dense fog. |
| OOC Notes: Small reference change from Nerat to Boll. |
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| Edyis frowns, "I'm sorry to hear that, really you'd think more guys would be into it, especially once they realized how popular with the opposite sex it might make them." There's something of a smirk, there that spreads toothily. Only growing wider at that eye narrowing. It's early in the afternoon, the reachian brownrider is perched on the fence next to Z'kiel and dressed for running while their dragons converse over meals. "It's cute. Not that men ever like the word cute, but. ... " She just grins at him and his hat. And the bronzerider is, indeed, wearing an absolutely ridiculous knit cap with an obscene number of poms on it. Z'kiel is also clearly indifferent to its sheer silliness - and to the two firelizards in his jacket. He slides another bit of jerky in there for the pair to fuss over, while he grunts and shrugs. "Plenty like the idea of it," he replies. "But. It's hard work. Harder than they're used to." One corner of his mouth pulls with dark humor. "And the other dancers don't put up with their shit." A beat. Two. Then: "Been thinking about teaching here. A little." It's a curiously muted admission, one that fades before it's completely finished; chalk that up to Edyis and her cute business. Hnnnh is all she gets for that, along with a further narrowing of the once-Igenite's eyes. Stuck here at the Weyr for nearly two months, now, Ellerey seeks nearly any escape route from the tedium, and the insanity of being cooped up in one place for so long. The trader set out in the fog in the spirit of adventure about an hour and a half ago, her body warmly wrapped in typical High Reaches winter gear, the puffball touke on her head bobbing in time with her thump-step, thump-step over stone and dirt and frozen mud. And...now she's lost in the pea soup. The safety ropes Reaches often puts out in the Bowl during the winter to keep people on the safest, quickest paths towards safety were abandoned by the woman on crutches when the nearest pack of weyrbrats tending a dragon in the Lake looked like much more fun that merely gimping along. Fifteen minutes later -- on her way back from the Lake -- she's finally giving in to the unplesant reality of being all turned around, and calling out over the foggy air, "Uh... Hello?! Is anybody near?" She sounds rather far-off, given the lack of volume. The way the fog conceals practically everything -and- plays tricks with acoustics makes her seem everywhere and nowhere? "Can't be any worse than laps and firestone tossing, and sparring with Alida." Rubbing her left side absently with the admission. When he mentions teaching, however, her whole face lights up. "Really? I'd love to learn, if you'd be willing to teach that is." It's the voice in the fog, however that gets most of her attention, "Don't go into the lake." She suggests to the disembodied voice in the fog, as though the person might be able to help it. Akluseth helpfully flaps his wings to send fog scattering, however briefly around them. A bronze head lifts at that unfamiliar call and his eyes - luminous and mirthful and blue-green - fixate on the caller after a fashion. His greeting is a warm and welcoming rumble, one that reverberates a bit. Z'kiel doesn't look, but he doesn't really need to. He can hear well enough - and his ostensibly better half is in a much better lookout position. "Not bad, sparring with Alida," he notes. "Good to get my ass handed to me once in a while." He finally cuts a look toward the figure in the fog - or, at least, where he suspects it of being - before he adds, "I might. He seems to think I should talk to Jounine or Quinlys about teaching the candidates. Not sure how that'd go over." Dragon sounds are pretty common, out here. It's a Weyr, and all. Ellerey isn't anything near-paniced, yet, and -- warm as can be with her efforts at crutching-it -- she's taking her time in making her way around the pea souped Bowl. From nearer than she expected comes that female voice urging her to avoid the lake, to which the still-unseen trader smirks, and calls out, "Been there!" Pausing to listen again, she can now hear that male voice joining with Edyis' own...and suddenly enough, there's rumbling and wing flapping to stir up the fog. Grinning up through the miasma, she gets fragmented glimpses of bits of both brown and bronze hides, and zeros in on both dragons, again calling out to the group beyond, "I'm coming! Don't accidentally squish me." In her warm, low-toned voice are ample notes of wry humor, and as she nears, that 'thump-step' gets louder. Give Elle about another minute at her current pace, and her tall presence looms out of the fog to the pair of riders and their dragons, her face a mix of effort, slight vexation, and more of that wry humor. "They don't really do that, but it took me Turns to figure that out." She calls back to Ellerey with a brightly amused laugh. "Might not be a bad idea, though you'd have to sell Quinlys on how it builds stronger core muscle groups than the current brand of training. And Alida and Keysi are the best for sparring really, though I don't get to see Keys as much now that Savannah's sunk her claws in." She's all for the idea though, and when Ellery comes into view the brownrider gives her a look over. "If you want when we head back in we can give you a lift." We meaning the brown who is now lifting his muzzle to study the newcomer." "Stay on this side of the fence," Z'kiel grates out in his still-Igen-accented voice. "You'll be fine." And Ahtzudaeth chortles as he tends to do, an odd sound indeed - but, there it is. His attention fixes a bit more keenly on Ellerey as well, though his interest seems oblique - if indescribably so. The bronzerider shakes his head a little. "Maybe an after-hours thing. Not sure it'd do good to replace what they have." He sucks his teeth, expression unreadable. Though: "Jo might be good. Figure she might be a sparrer." He's not entirely sure and he leaves it at that, his attention angling Ellerey-wards after a fashion. His study of her is cool - if not downright reptilian in nature. Unblinking and steady. "Just in case," Ellerey notes wryly, the woman quietly nodding, studying her 'rescuers,' all four of them, as she gets closer. Brown and bronze dragons get a careful hint of a bow as brown eyes take in their close-up presences, the trader somehow managing to include everyone in her reply to Edyis, "I wouldn't mind that at all...if I can manage to crawl up without re-breaking my leg." Crutch-wielding gimp...who's now coming to a stand still only a handful of feet away from the other humans. A shrug of coat-covered shoulders and a 'what can you do?' smile find the woman looking out over the fence of the pens, smelling the beasts within it, then returning her gaze back to the others. "Oh, sorry; I'm Ellerey." Beat. "Thanks." To both Z'kiel and Edyis. If she's overheard anything about the other people they're speaking about, she gives no sign. "Jo's good too, truthfully." Edyis comments of sparring partners, "I think it's a fantastic idea. Either way, I'm sure you'll get more than a few interested parties." Akluseth rumbles at the bow, And Edyis smiles at Elle. "No worries we can get you up and down without hurting anything, promise. One of the perks to riding search and rescue." There's a large grin, "Edyis, of Brown Akluseth, Snowdrift." It's probably because she is still sweaty from her run that she doesn't extend a hand to shake. "Good to meet you." Oh dear. That hint of a bow is enough to spur Ahtzudaeth to his feet - and he mimics the motion, more or less, just in a deeper and more draconic format. Wings flared and all, because he's that kind of dragon. It's worth a faint snort from Z'kiel, who shifts his focus from the crutch-wielder to the bronze and then back again. He grunts, "Z'kiel. Ahtzudaeth," a thumb cocked over his shoulder indicates the bronze that has, now, straightened and is grinning at Ellerey. "Alpine Wing." Where Edyis doesn't offer a hand, he does - though he has to dismount from the fence to close the distance. His hand is gloved and his grip - if she accepts the offer - is firm. Also, he has firelizards. Brazen, at least, chirrups at her from his home in the jacket. "You'll be in good hands with them," he notes. "Well then, sound like I'm your woman," Ellerey grins to Edyis, shifting her stance to let her good leg take most of her weight as she spare-waves one of her crutches about a bit. "Rescued -my- ass." Headshake. "Well-met, Edyis, Akluseth." For an outsider, the woman appears mostly unconcerned about the proximity of dragons, her head bobbing to the brown beyond the fence. What's this? Ahtzudaeth is 'bowing' back at her, and 'grinning?' Dragons grin? One thing's for certain: dragons have pointy, big -teeth-. Still, Elle manages to recover quickly enough from her owl-eyed hesitancy at viewing the bronze, the woman grinning up at him, then looking to his silly-hatted rider. "Nice to meet you, Z'kiel...Ahtzudaeth." When Z'kiel offers to shake hands, the woman thud-steps closer, and sticks her mittened-grip into his own, her return-shake firm and uncomplicated. "So many Wings here," is murmured rather fondly of the Weyr. "And 'wings.'" Hehe. Firelizards? Nearly-instantly, the woman looks warmly charmed at the sight of little Brazen inside the man's jacket, and she's making firelizard-type sounds back at him as she tries to spy the other, more hidden one. "And even -more- wings..." Grin. Edyis nods, an easy smile. Of course Flicker joins in Brazen's chirps daring to crane her neck out to look out into the cold at the woman. The tiny green trilling airily. "It will be good practice for us." Edyis laughs. "Dare I ask how you broke it in the first place?" Watching from her perch and drying her palms against the sweats she has on. Hnnnh. "Our pleasure." Z'kiel lapses into silence for a span after that, save for the slight click of tongue against teeth. Brazen chitters a bit at something or another, then pulls his way out of his owner's jacket to crane his wee neck and head at Ellerey. He's still a baby yet - growing, yes, but still tiny - and he's greedy for all the attention he can get, as if he's not getting enough already. The Igenite is, if nothing else, patient about the whole thing. He'll stay put and, in fact, might lean in a little to make the 'lizardly attention-begging easier. "Brazen," is the name offered, with a chirp from the one in question to indicate which he's talking about - but he'll leave the rest of the words to Edyis for now, while he listens. Hey, little green firelizard in Z'kiel's coat! A few sounds are made to reward her for peeking out, like the little bronze has, but Ellerey doesn't try to completely lure them out, since "The cold has to bother tropicals like them." Warm eyes are focused on the pair of firelizards, Elle inquiring of Z'kiel, "Are they both yours? My clan's got one -- er, Tressa has a blue -- and he really helps us with communications." As for her unfortunate 'owie,' the tall trader at first sighs onto the dank air, then shakes her hatted head. "I slid down a friendly dragon's neck to the ground like I was a ten-Turn old, again." Her brown eyes cross for a moment at the memory, the woman looking a little shamed and chagrined. "It was an uncomplicated, small fracture, or so the Healers tell me. But it was enough to keep me from departing with my family." Though her expression is now guarded, Ellerey's voice shows her missing her clan rather openly. Z'kiel's slightly different sound pulls her mind away from homesickness, the trader again recovering quickly, bobbing her head to him. "Oh...don't get too cold, you little squirt," she's soon smiling again to the fully-emergent Brazen, browns flicking to the bronzerider as she murmurs, "May I pet Brazen?" "Actually the green is mine, Flicker." Edyis offers with a laugh, "You won't find any wild ones living up here, but there's ways to make it easier on them. Zak here for example is graciously sharing his body heat." Comes with an affectionate laugh. There's a wrinkle of her nose at the story of injury, "Yeah that would do it, especially on the larger ones. " There's a shrug as the brownrider drops off the fence. Akluseth, having finished his wherry now watching the interaction rather curiously, moving over to peer over the fence at the humans. "Just Brazen," Z'kiel confirms and reaches into his jacket to properly pull the bronze out. "Here," is more than just an offer of the firelizard; a bit of jerky peeks out of his knuckles, wiggled just a little to draw Ellerey's attention - and loosely held enough for her to take easily enough. For his part, the firelizard seems more than happy for pets or even to be picked up. He cuts a look to Edyis with a snort that might be a laugh. Maybe. "I'll be training him to carry messages. Mostly." There's a slanted look over his shoulder at Ahtzudaeth, who's finished his meal and is right back to grinning in that odd way of his. Where Akluseth seems content to watch from where he is, the bronze makes the short hop over the fence and lumbers closer for the sake of a more thorough inspection. Of the injury: "Sounds like you'll be heading back in a few sevens, if it's healing clean." Ellerey's expression changes to fond realization as Edyis claims the tiny green as her own, a soft buzz of sound given to, "Flicker." Another warm smile for the pair of little ones is followed by a quick nod for Z'kiel's backing up of the other rider, the trader chuckling quietly for the brownrider's notation of the bronzerider being an easy heat source. "I'm not 50, but I'm sure not 10 anymore, either..." Elle mhps with some casually humored self-disgust to Edyis. "Poor blue was beside himself; his rider, too. I felt like an ass...between cussing from the pain." Snerk. Oh! There's then a twin offer of jerky and baby bronze, and -- like an old hand -- the woman balances her crutches under armpits while accepting Brazen and his dried food into hands that have their mittens hastily plucked off and shoved into pockets. "Little man..." Ellerey murmurs to her handful of tiny one, one warm hand cupping him while her other one offers food and skilled stroking fingers to hide. Whoa! Ahtzudaeth's hopping over? Elle almost starts at the huge bulk of the bronze dragon in sudden motion, but she stops herself mid-way for the sake of the little one in her hand, brown eyes shifting between dragon and people, firelizard. Watching. "Maybe you might think of him as your little brother...cousin?" Elle grins a little up at 'grinning' Ahtzudaeth. She doesn't seem to feel odd at all in addressing the dragon as a 'person' in his own right. For his rider, "Yeah. Another 2 or 3 sevendays, they tell me. The blue I 'fell' off of offered to take me back to Tillek when I'm ready." A flash of an eager, warm smile at the thought transitions into the trader murmuring, "They couldn't make it all the way back to our usual wintering place in Boll." Flicker chirps when her name is called, but seems a little less bold than her brother. Maybe it's just the cold. Still Edyis listens as the bronze rider and the newcomer talk, nodding. She grins as she watches the woman with the mini bronze. "Mm, wintering in Boll? Which family do you travel with?" Edyis asks then curious about the caravan the woman trades with. There's a slight knit to Z'kiel's brow - but there's no real context for it. He just grunts and Brazen goes off with Ellerey because that's where food and attention are. Ahtzudaeth, of course, settles not that far off, on his belly and with forepaws crossed - just so! - while he situates himself comfortably. Of course, the direct addressing earns Ellerey another of those grins of his, along with another warble-laugh. "He has a word for it," Z'kiel says after a moment, of the bronze's view on the much smaller bronze. "Or- nnnh. It's a feeling. Something. Hard to explain." There's a glare angled at the bronze, who just looks smug and the bronzerider gives up. "Useful," is a lame finish, left to fall flat while he watches her - and listens, of course, as Edyis chimes in again. There is a nod, at least, to acknowledge the rest of what the crutch-bound woman has to say, but he's back to quiet-mode. For now. "You're a little missy..." Ellerey murmurs to the jacket-dwelling Flicker, the tiny green given a quiet smile for her chirple as she continues to stroke and feed the itty-bitty bronze...her expression almost mellow at some points. To Edyis inquiry is responded, "Rothley traders. We split from the Dotsons just after the Comet Pass, so we're relatively new." Still, she sounds quietly prideful of her family. Z'kiel's slightly clouded brown earns him some silent study, but Elle doesn't press him, the woman instead looking both surprised and pleased that Ahtzudaeth has chosen to not only notice her, but respond in kind. "He's...remarkably human," she informs Z'kiel after the bronze 'grins' and 'laughs.' Beat. "Not meant as an insult..." she quickly notes to the dragon, though with tongue firmly in cheek. Awaiting the man's explanation of his lifemate's thoughts on the firelizard, Elle finally winds up nodding between both rider and dragon, then noting conversationally to the man, "You sound like you're from Igen. We travel close to there, once-in-awhile." "Minion?" Edyis supplies helpfully, or perhaps not helpfully, grinning at the bronzerider. Eventually Flicker is willing to depart from the nice warm space in Z'kiel's jacket in an attempt to get another piece of that jerky. "Haven't had the pleasure of meeting them, I hope to though, if you don't go back with the blue, I've actually got business in Tillek in a few weeks possibly sooner." There's a soft snicker at the observation of the dragon's humanity, and she stage whispers, "Don't let them fool you, dragons are a lot more troublesome than humans, especially since they like to read your mind." It's possible she's kidding from that wide spread grin. Falling quiet herself and climbing the fence to check on her lifemate. Flicker isn't abandoned, at least; Z'kiel reaches a hand in to give the greenling a bit of help out and a bit of jerky, too, while he's at it. He sucks his teeth again and takes a half step back, but it's a measured motion, meant to allow him to half-turn toward Edyis. The better to speak to both of them, then. Or listen. Ellerey's observation is met with a throaty laugh from Z'kiel, along with a slight shake of his head. That shake ends on Edyis with a snort. "Not that. Close, though." But then there's that odd not-question of dragons and humanity and he rolls a shoulder. "He has his moments." Like now, where the bronze manages an approximation of an eyeroll. He snorts once and, after a fashion, pushes to his feet. A section of his hide ripples and the bronzerider's expression immediately darkens. "And he itches." Which, conveniently, allows him to step out of any conversational turns toward Igen, though there is a sound of acknowledgement - he is, indeed, from there, and that's all she'll get out of him on that front. There's a knowing grin from Ellerey at Edyis' chosen word for the tiny bronze firelizard, then a trill from the trader's lips to try and lure Flicker over to her for a bite of that jerky...still slowly being fed to Brazen. "His rider said she might not be able, since her sister's near to due with a baby." But babies come at their own time. "Thank you, ma'am. I'll keep you...and Akluseth firmly in mind, if things don't pan out." A cheshire grin is Edyis' award for her stage whisper, brown eyes flicking over to take note of Akluseth as his rider moves off. "Oh, you've got her," Elle notes in practical fashion as Z'kiel starts feeding the tiny green, the woman jerking her gaze from bronze flitter in hand to the chortling bronzerider. After some moments of silent observation of him -- and Ahtzudaeth -- the trader simply nods a few times around her smile, finally commenting, "Too bad you missed us, er, the Rothleys. My grandmum and aunt put together a really nice mix of salve and oil for Mobey...our firelizard. He itches abominably, sometimes, and it almost always soothes him." Beat. "Have a great evening, Z'kiel. Don't get lost." Like she did. Once she's checked Akluseth, there's a soft whistle, and reluctantly, oh so reluctantly, Flicker is leaving Zak's care with a chirp of farewell to the nice warm human with food, and a trill of farewell to her brother as well before settling around the girl's neck. And it's after the conversation turns down a bit that the former scribe is testing his straps. "Have to get the recipe for that." She notes of Zak's obvious interest in it. "Come on trader girl lets get you back inside before the lot of us turn into icicles. " And Edyis sets about to do just that. |
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