Who

Sienna, Yukie; Kehemath, Inayalinaeth

What

'Neath the starry night skies, advice is given and experiences shared.

When

It is evening of the twenty-eighth day of the fifth month of the first turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Weyrling Training Grounds, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 29 Mar 2014 07:00

 

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Weyrling Training Grounds

Here, a wide and spacious field, devoid of all but more of the glare of ubiquitous, fine white sand of Igen: not even a blade of grass dares lift its head against centuries of clumsy draconic antics. To one side, ever-present firestone bins are set, kept supplied by many a hand, while agenothree tanks line the curving angle just outside the barracks, primed and ready for use. Very often, a glimpse of classes in session or dragonets at play may be caught under the open sky under the watchful eye of diligent Weyrlingmasters and older dragons.

It is the fifty-eighth day of Spring and 69 degrees. It is a clear night.


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-- On Pern --
It is 7:30 PM where you are.
It is evening of the twenty-eighth day of the fifth month of the first turn of the 12th pass.
In Igen:
It is the fifty-eighth day of Spring and 69 degrees. It is a clear night.
In Southern:
It is the fifty-eighth day of Autumn and 63 degrees. Partly cloudy, the night holds little stars and barely any moonlight.




It's evening, the heat fading and the night clear and cool. A beautiful night, with stars beginning to appear as the sun sinks lower from the horizon. Sienna, after a brief nap, is returning to her post in the training grounds and barracks, with Kehemath in tow.

Night is a magical time for exploration, evidenced when first Inayalinaeth's muzzle peeks out from the barracks before propelling herself and those overlong wings out into the desert night. Yukie is slower, rubbing her eyes, but at least free of meat. A stifled yawn is followed by a murmured, "Starlight," for the inevitable questions on the glittering diamonds set against the velveteen breadth of sky overhead. The luminescence held to the green's color is seen even in the shade of darkness, the lighter parts catching transcendent silver from Belior and Timor's combined light. "Sienna," Yukie greets, the gentle cadence of her voice carrying an inner tranquility; her own internal balance has been achieved - at least for this night.

Sienna and Kehemath pause as one, the lanky green sinking to her belly to watch the younger of her hue, while Sienna lifts a hand to wave. "Yukie." She's learning names quickly. "How are you both doing? Beautiful night, isn't it?"

Inayalinaeth's movements are halting, strange as the dragonet finds her feet upon the ground — proverbially speaking. She fluffs her wings up but doesn't open them, not yet. That is a treat to be held onto. For now, the paleness of jade and seafoam yield a ghostly ambience 'round her pale coloring. Kehemath is watched curiously, though the green thus far has been pretty silent vocally — indication of interest lies in the steady gaze of blue-whorl eyes. "It is a beautiful night. For now, I feel no hunger," the gentle silence of the weyrling's low tone comes with the barest hint of a smile, "nor do I feel — actually, I've not yet felt any itching." Yukie eyes her green who's sort of working herself into a rather exacting position that lifts all of her beautiful parts off the ground. "Is that normal?"

Sienna chuckles, smiling as she approaches and Kehemath stays still, though the green does offer a soft, low rumble to the young one. "Ever?" Sienna asks curiously as she approaches. "No hunger is great. You've been oiling her though?"

"Never," Yukie answers, glancing at Inayalinaeth, who seems to be mimicking the stillness of a statue. "I check her for dry skin and I am diligent about oiling her, but near as I can tell… she doesn't itch." Which, let's be real, after listening to A'sh and Majel, the former Healer is not really complaining about. It is, really, just a mystery. For Kehemath's warble, Inayalinaeth considers the elder green and finally works the vocal cords into a sound that comes out as part-exhale, part trill and part something else. With that something else holding a melodious note to it.

Sienna huhs. "Well, consider yourself lucky then. And just make sure you're really checking…and tell the Dragonhealer next time you see them." Kehemath tilts her head to listen to Inayalinaeth's noise, and offers a curious croon in reply. Do that again? That sounded interesting.

Inayalinaeth inhales from her frozen-jade position and sets about letting the same noise warble from her throat, so reminiscent of the wind. "I will, ma'am." Yukie's politeness isn't feigned, nor is her inherent tranquility as she clasps her hands in front of her and regards the Assistant curiously. "Does," now she has her lifemate to aid with remembering the names of dragons, "Kehemath have any peccadilloes that aren't usually seen? So far, Inayalinaeth's skin is too thin and she doesn't really seem to be bothered by pain."
Sienna hesitates, momentarily distracted by the green's sounds, much as Kehemath is. "Have any…I'm sorry. What?" Healer she is not.

Yukie, a little more familiar with Inayalinaeth's strangeness, keeps limpid blue-green eyes on Sienna. A ghost of a smile teases at the weyrling's lips. "Inaya is different," the girl's soft reply is given to the assistant. "More different than her brothers and sisters, at least physically. I was wondering if that's something to be expected?"

Sienna just looks confused. "Sorry…what was that word you used? Pecca…what?" As for being different, she smiles. "They're all a little different. Kehemath was very different than her clutchmates. Not physically, but mentally. She…doesn't use words, often."

"Eccentricities, I mean." Yukie nods slowly turning her attention from Sienna to the green and the green's posture that holds until the moment that Inayalinaeth decides that another place is where she needs to be. Not graceful, not smooth, her gait is anything but awesome, but she gets from point A to point B. "I'm glad that she's not too strange," the healer adds, eyeing the green in all of her entirety with a clinical assessment. "I admit to being grateful I don't feel the itch." A quiet secret shared with the smallest of smiles.

Sienna shakes her head, watching the green move from one point to the other. "They're all a little eccentric. Kehemath likes making up imaginary creatures and getting lost in her own head. We dreamwalk together. She rarely speaks, she loves to dig, to gnaw on trees…yeah, they're all odd." Some more than others, certainly. "She's not too strange. Just have to have the dragonhealers keep an eye on it. Not being able to feel pain…" is it bad her first thought is 'that'll be useful in threadfall".

Yukie has probably thought of it as well — or will when she's finally had time to think. "I don't know if she can't feel it at all or if the little pains are just not felt." The girl takes a deep breath and then lets it out. "I'm still figuring it out. It is a big change, Impression." One that's embraced by the looks of her eyes and the fullness of her expression. "The love they hold for us is boundless," she murmurs. Or maybe she didn't mean to say that out loud. Whups.

Sienna nods with a soft smile, her look soft and understanding. She remembers those first few days very, very vividly. "It is," she says quietly, in soft agreement.

"I didn't mean to take up so much of your time, ma'am," Yukie's look is half-way apologetic, but she doesn't exactly leave yet. "Is there anything you would have done differently during Weyrlinghood if you could do yours over? Pitfalls you would avoid?" Inayalinaeth is still exploring. Awkwardly. All that beauty being drug on the ground. So far, she's managed to not bruise the tender hide of hers, but the night's for mystery and exploration!

Sienna shakes her head with a smile. "Nonsense, don't apologize, this is my job." There are other AWLMs about, anyway. She's not the only one! "Differently?" Dang. Good question. "Well, Kehemath fell off a cliff. Before she'd mastered flying. I wouldn't recommend that," she admits wryly.

"Did she almost fall of a cliff because she was trying to fly?" Yukie's inquiry is quiet, tranquil though the inflection at the end holds a dash of curiosity to this as the girl turns her attention to the Assistant. "Luckily, I don't think there are any cliffs close by." It a soft, quiet humor that lurks within.

Sienna shakes her head, "No, they were playing. At least…I think that's what happened. It's a bit of a blur." Of terror. She laughs. "Exactly. But that's the only thing I'd change, I think. Our WLM was wonderful." There's a small, wistful smile for his memory.

"It's always a blur when high emotion is involved and the body's reactions overtake before our mind processes it." Yukie's healer is coming out, showing it's clinical face. "So far, I would change nothing," the wistful smile is a hint of rare emotion and directed at the little green who has decided that now is the perfect time to stretch her wings and show their glory. Yukie halts her query to stare as Inaya fans her wings, stirring up the eddies of air. They are exquisite, ripples of blue and green glowing against one another, the death of a sunset captured across living hide. Almost as if they are backlit from the most minute essence of light. "It's a discovery, isn't it," finally, the green weyrling turns to Sienna the captured awe only just not fading from her face. "Finding out the little things they hold for us?"

Sienna is quiet, watching while the green spreads her wings and Yukie is so captivated. Only when the greenling looks back does Sienna speak. "It is, and it lasts a liftime," she assures. "She will always and forever surprise you."

"Life's blessings," Yukie comments but her attention is drawn away as some internal communication is given between green and rider. "If you'll excuse me, ma'am, I think I'd better back inside. Inaya is feeling the pangs of hunger." The whistling-wind sound is woven through unexercised vocal cords again for Kehemath. A greeting and farewell, wound from younger green to older. "Have a good night," she offers, her sweet voice holding a tranquility reminiscent of still waters. "It was a pleasure." And then the pair awkwardly move forward, into the barracks. "No, Inayalinaeth, hold yourself up. No dragging." They're working on this! Baby step at a time!
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