Logs:You Should Talk To Someone
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| RL Date: 10 April, 2012 |
| Who: E'gin, Evali |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Exile riders talk by the lake. Dragons torture fish. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 6, Turn 28 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Lujayn/Mentions, Emme/Mentions, Riorde/Mentions |
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| There is a light breeze tempering a warm afternoon at High Reaches. Most people are hard at work or busy eating a late lunch, leaving the lake relatively deserted. But it is too fine a day for the lake to be completely abandoned. Vysravth is some distance out in the water, immersed in the tormenting of fish. A couple, which he played to roughly with, flop helplessly at the surface of the water as the lift drains out of them, but no longer moving fast enough to be of much fun the bulky brown has moved on to other victims. His rider, doesn't seem to be paying much. E'gin is lying on his back, settled on a blanket in the sand, head resting on his arms crossed behind his head, he seems to be rather engrossed in watching the few clouds which dot the sky, if one got close enough though they would be able to see the all too familiar distant look in a rider's eye. And suddenly, with an impressive *splash*, Vysravth is not alone: bright green Yanijath has joined him in her usual explosive nature. Her only greeting is a vocalized trill, keeping her mental wispy tendrils temporarily to herself. After all, he might be mad about her entrance! And she wouldn't want to open herself up to getting yelled at! Evali is training down to the shore from the bowl, and shakes her head as she sees the green's showy, messy landing. "Sorry," she says, stopping about a foot behind E'gin's resting spot. Mad? Mad?! There is no time to be mad, Vysravth barely notices the green as his prey /finally/ moves a pace he deems worthy of an honorable (and quick) death, even if it wasn't of it's own accord. The head of the lucky fish is ripped from its wiggling body before it has time to protest, not that a fishy protest would stop the predatory brown. Still, he isn't very hungry and now that his game is over, and his conversation interupted he gives the green a rumbled greeting. His own mental picture not as private, a vast darkness envelops the mental space between him and green, as slowly torch lights flicker to life in deepest parts of an abandoned weyr. Silence. This seems to be greeting enough for the male. E'gin grins at Evali and shakes his head. Stretching as he sits up to wave a hello, "Oh no, it is fine." A beat, "How's it going, Evali?" He moves over to leave room on his sand free blanket. Yanijath appears to have actually helped. How about that! She looks delighted, and inches toward the floating fish corpse with a delicate sniff. « Are you not going to eat that, Vysravth? » she inquires, twirling her silk strands around his torch. « Because I would like it if you're not! Shame to let it go to waste! » Evali is either tuning it out or unbothered, and after a moment's stilted hesitation takes the implied-invited seat. "It -- is going," she hazards. "Yourself?" A soft fog plays eerily in the flickering light off the silk strands. Still, when Vysravth does speak it is a pleased tone, his voice low and rough, « If you would like it, Yanijath, please enjoy it. » E'gin meanwhile is measuring Evali's paused answer, he doesn't comment on it at the moment, only lets a grin play gentle across his features, "Oh, it is actually really good." He pauses, "Wouldn't mind something besides sweeps and drills to keep me busy, but all in all no complaints." Even after his answer his gaze is still searching in her's for a clue to the hesitant response, "What have you been up to? Found your niche yet?" That fish is gone in seconds -- Yanijath has gulped it up unceremoniously. "So you and Lujayn," Evali starts, likely planning to ask something about their relationship -- but completely failing to, as instead she's catching up to the rest of what he's said and letting out a soft little laugh. "I would not mind such either. I intend to become a dragonhealer, but I keep -- not quite getting around to it." Yanijath, of course, makes sure Vysravth knows just how painfully, shamefully shy her lifemate is. E'gin lifts an eyebrow at the mention of Lujayn but his grin returns with an overly large shrug, meant to play off the idea but instead showing a bit of pride at the situation, "Yah. We're, you know, just seeing how stuff goes - minus the daughter and all." He can't surpress a beaming smile, at least for a second before it is recaged into his normal grin, "Evali, you'd be great at that. You did seem really good in the dragon anatomy classes, and you're, you know -calming. You should talk to someone." The male offers encouragingly. "I would love to see her," Evali confesses, this being the first exile child whose birth she's had no hand in. It's also a way to deflect attention off her for a few minutes, but the conversation does cycle back that way rather quickly and she looks down at the ground. "I know," she says. "It is just so -- I am not good at speaking up for myself, really. I'm not like Io, or Emme, or you. Or Ri, even." Yanijath /actually/ snorts. "Nalani is gorgeous." For a moment E'gin is completely transformed as he speaks about his daughter, but then he's back as he studies Evali's downward look, "Hey..." He smiles comfortingly, "I get it. Besides, the last thing this place is needs is more of me." His easy self-deprication obviously meant to put her at ease, "But you deserve to do what you want, and you'd be good at it. I can talk to Lujayn for you. I mean. She might be able to help." Vysravth snakes his head to get a better look at Yanijath, slowly a machine is awakened in the bowels of the weyr where he resides, far beneath the range of the torch. It groans to life, « Did you enjoy it? I could kill another one for you. » « It was delicious, » Yanijath chirps, not pointing out she can kill fish just as well herself -- because why do that, if someone's doing it for you? Evali, on the other hand, is softening into a genuine smile, especially at how happy E'gin looks when talking about his child. "I would like that, actually, if you didn't mind. I always thought she was rather sweet, and -- she seems helpful, usually." Because Evali already asked Tiriana for something once in her life, and that's where she's stopping. Vysravth doesn't bother to rip the head off the next one. He leaves it mostly dead as an offering in front of Yanijath. The metallic sound of turning clogs is his answer. E'gin seems to relax, and nod, "I don't mind at all, Evali." The male offers as his lips curl up in a smile, "She is, she's different." The comparison to the weyr's other goldriders, "I'll see if she can help, or at least point you in the right direction." He pauses, "What else have you been up to?" "Not much of anything, honestly. Listening to Emme's work; fixing up my garden," is Evali's soft explanation of her life. "That and sweeps and drills," she adds with a slightly brighter smile. "And they all seem to be. Different. Here. From one another, the goldriders." She can't think of any real overarching qualities between all three except that Lujayn and Iolene are sweet. Yanijath trills happily, and snakes out her tongue to lap up and swallow whole one fabulously tasty fish. "Emme's work? Did she get into the harpers?" E'gin seems pleased at this news, "Sweeps and drills." Is the echo, as monotonous as the task. He responds to the gold question with only a nod; he's busy watching the brown, who has gutted another fish for the green, he chuckles softly, "He's flirting with her." Because apparently the presentation of mutilated fish is flirting to the brown, "I prefer when he keeps it out of the weyr." He glances over at Evali, "Avalanche picked up the sweeps over Boll. Have you gotten out to travel much? It is really pretty there, if you hadn't had a chance you should go." Evali shakes her head; not to Emme getting into the Harpers, though, because at the same time that she's shaking her head no she is saying, "Yes, she did." And then, as if realizing the absurdity of her own motion, adds, "Er. And I rarely if ever travel; I haven't been out there. She flirts with everyone." Which may be meant to be a disclaimer; Yanijath certainly seems to be enjoying the attention, offering up delighted little sounds and playful mental images. "Good?" E'gin follows the roundabout path to the answer, "Good." Then as the greenrider mentions that the green flirts with everyone he eases again offering only another, "Good." Then he chuckles, "I'll tell him to not let it go to his head." His legs cross infront of him and he leans his head on a propped up hand. "You should travel, while you have time. You might not have much once your dragon healing." He grins. "I -- maybe," is all Evali says on the matter. She's not very worldly, and the fact she rarely ever leaves the Weyr doesn't seem to surprise anyone. "Yanijath would like it." Definitely; Yanijath looks thrilled at the idea, and is passing along all sorts of silent mental encouragement. "I am sure he has enough to go to his head, having children at his age!" "It's not so bad, and you always get to come back. Okay, not Boll, where have you been?" E'gin grins, the kind of grin that says someone has an idea. "Hey, that is why we started going out, because of what Vysravth liked." The details of what was liked not hard to imagine, "But now we go cause sometimes we just, you know, need to stretch our wings." E'gin laughs, clearly he has told Vysravth what was said because the brown puffs a little, his wings lifting just slightly. Yah. He reproduced. "Still, he's always thinking about what is next." "Um," says Evali, looking a bit embarrassed. "Here. And the island. And High Reaches Hold." Okay, so her sweeps are boring and not very far-reaching, and other than sweeps she doesn't really go anywhere at all. Yanijath is mentally laughing at her, bells ringing inside Evali and Vysravth's minds. « They're the bees' knees, your kids are. Gonna be bigger'n me if they're not already! And she's just silly, Evvy, she'll get over it and we'll see all of Pern. » "Oh see. You've been some places. I bet not very many dragonriders here have been to the island." E'gin smiles softly, "You're already more traveled than them. Most of them won't even be able to envision it." He pauses, "Well if you, or Yanijath, ever want to go anywhere you let us know. You can come with us." Vysravth is quiet for a moment, beneath the torch light even the machine's noises seem lower, until finally he seems willing to allow the bells and ringing to take over and lightening bugs dot the dark sky, « They are big. Very big. If you two would ever like to be escorted somewhere... » The dragon echoes his rider, « E'gin just wants to make sure she is happy. » Evali laughs a little, under her breath. "I do not know that it counts as well-traveled to have been to one place," she manages, but she is halfway watching the dragons with a smile on her face. "And maybe. Maybe we can all go somewhere together." Of course, she's managed to forget that E'gin and Iolene don't get on, which is done by matter of force -- she hates to think about people arguing. "In the mythic time when everyone actually /can/." Yanijath dips under the water momentarily, and resurfaces to say, « She is. She is just simple. She needs to expand her horizons. » E'gin laughs softly and shrugs, "We can. Meet some new people, make some new friends, learn some new things." At the moment though he getting to his feet and dusting the sand off his pants. "Oh, there will be a time Evali, next time." Because they don't get to talk often, obviously next time will be this mythical time. Vysravth is still eyeing the little green, « We will help. » He offers, « But now we must go. Almost time for sweeps. » The torches are suddenly extinguished, the silence returns and the darkness vanishes. « Have fun! » Yanijath trills, bells and whistles and shiny silks. Because sweeps, of course, are massive amounts of fun. Or at least she makes them so! Evali lets out another soft chortle, and stands up -- because it is E'gin's blanket she's sitting on, after all. "I will ask Emme and Riorde, for certain, what they think about traveling." If not anyone else, though she'd like to convince Iolene -- and then there's Taikrin. "Have a -- nice sweep?" "Whoever you want to bring along, Evali, but we need to bust you out of this place." E'gin grins as he reaches down to collect his blanket, "It was good to see you, Evali." He smiles and begins to walk off before turning for just a second to add, "And you really need to me Nalani." And then he is off. |
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