Who |
Ryott & Wrayth, Rh'uan & Wahgerharth |
What |
Wrayth sneaks off on her own for some exploring and drags Wahgerharth into it with her. Will their lifemates intervene in time? Stay tuned to find out! Swearing…So much swearing. |
When |
It is morning of the twenty-eighth day of the eighth month of the sixteenth turn of the 12th pass. |
Where |
Lower Bowl, Living Caverns, Southern Weyr |
OOC Date | 02 Apr 2019 04:00 |
« Going to see what's in here. You coming? »
Upper Bowl
Cobblestones sweep as far as the eye can see, a unique feature to the lower section of the bowl — but necessary, perhaps, as the stepped western bowl drains off into this high-trafficked area. The shallow bowl is bounded by craggy-black bowlwall with entrances pockmarked - and some boarded over in an effort to prevent entry from un-renovated caverns. Directly south, the wall neatly crumbles away to roll southerly into rollicking fields of soft hills; a glance of the stables can be seen through the gap, nestled against the entrance bridge that spans westward.
It is the fifty-eighth day of Winter and 43 degrees. Still dark and overcast, the winter rain has picked up and become heavier, albeit still pleasant.
Midmorning and all is well. Okay, maybe not well for a certain goldriding weyrling. In the area outside the Living Caverns entrance, there's a dragonet lurking, having escaped when she pretended to be sleepy so that Ryott would think it safe to take a bath. Her golden head and shoulders are all the way in the entrance when her mind is invaded by a very angry other half. You sneaky little…What do you think you are doing? Don't you dare! Don't move! I'm on my way! And Wrayth can feel the pressure Ryott is exerting on her, and her mind flares with bloodred light and she reaches out with a lash of flame that knocks that pressure loose momentarily. She takes another step forwards before it's back and stronger than ever. I said NO!/ So the gold freezes, fighting the hold of her bonded and half in, half out the Living Cavnerns entrance.
Rh'uan is on his way to the caverns for a meal. Wahgerharth is just big enough that he handles the jaunt to the living caverns pretty well, and has learned that dragons stay outside. Apparently… this little lesson has not impressed upon his golden sister. «Ooooo looks like there are games afoot!» And off the bronze bounds to no doubt, see if Wrayth needs a minion. Wahgerharth! Don't you dare! You stay outside. The mental force it takes to talk this way is exhausting, but Rh'uan is determined to get it down. At least part of that last comes out verbally anyway though, and he sighs as he works to a jog to keep up with his dragon.
Wrayth tries one more time to knock the hold her bonded has on her loose, this time with a blast of wind that finally shakes her free. Wahgerharth is noticed in the periphery of her vision and she flips her pyrite veined wings in his direction, « Going to see what's in here. You coming? » she asks with a caress of sea breeze towards her bronze brother's mind, pulsing her crimsom light over the scape of his mind. The young queen can feel her rider trying to wrestle her influence on her once more, but maybe the distance is helping because Wrayth ignores her as she slips in through the entrance to the Living Caverns. Good thing she's so skinny!
Aaaaaaaaand that does it. Wrayth's simple question is enough to get Wahgerharth's attention and he's eager to please this golden sister of his. Obsequious would be a most appropriate term for the bronze in regards to Wrayth, or Theidith even. Must be that golden moxy. Either way, orders from Rh'uan are quite handily ignored. «Lead the way m'lady! We shall explore! It shall be our cavern and we shall call it… A Cavern.» Shadowy creatures peak curiously out of the lush greenery on the planet of Wahgerharth's mind. Bound. Leap. Jump. And he's there! Rh'uan swears under his breath and has to kick up the pace. "Shit." Where is Ryott that her gold is getting into the caverns?
Living Caverns
Grand and spacious, the cavern curves high aloft in a naturally-vaulted ceiling that soothes any sense of claustrophobia. Rich woods line the cavern floor, varnished and stained a rich mahogany, while round tables scatter about, candlelit and intimate. The largest table lies southerly next to the sideboard, long trestles that seem oriented to providing for the Weyr's youngest. The rich blue of the Azov can be seen from a distance in good weather, when the heavy stone doors covering the entrance are allowed to stand open.
Well it's a good thing breakfast has been over for a little bit now, although the people that still pepper the various tables will have a hell of a time convincing others of the events about to transpires. From the cavern's mouth, first a golden nose, then neck and shoulders appears, slinking through the entrance before pausing and taking the lay of the land. Hmmmmm, interesting. Starting up again, she begins to slink her gaunt form between the widest gaps in the tables, some not quite wide enough, so she ends up knocking them slightly in passing. People are just kind of staring, wide-eyed, unsure of what exactly to do, kind of frozen with the absurdity of a dragonet the size of a large pny wandering in among them. She gets about a third of the way in when, from that same entrance, Ryott burst in, and the look on her face is pure anger. A towel is wrapped around her waist, topped with a green tunic, feet are stuffed into boots a couple sizes too large, and in her hair, lather still clings in places as damp locks stick out at all angles. "Faranth help me Wrayth, you better get your ass outside this instant!" Mindspeak is the last thing on her mind now that's it roiling with horrified anger.
And right behind that golden hide is a bronze one flecked with copper. Wahgerharth is not as careful in walking as his golden counterpart and so, ends up doing more than just knocking a couple of tables. In fact het gets up on one to take the lay of the land. Good thing it was empty and it creaks under his weight. If dragons could gasp loudly, that's what Wahgerharth is doing now, a giant gulp of air is swallowed before, echoing across any draconic mind that can hear, Wahgerharth rears back in sheer delight and BOUNDS for the sideboards. «FOOOOOOOOOD!» In ONE leap he's there, tongue snaking out to steal this and that from the tables. One of his first is a bubbly pie and he hits that platter MORE than once. Rh'uan on the otherhand, is about even with Ryott, who gets the long side eye for her appearance, and his command comes a beat after hers. "Wahgerharth! OUT! NOW!" He too has abandoned mind speak and instead uses his mental reserves to impress his will on his stubborn bronze.
Catching that side-eye from Rh'uan, Ryott clenches her jaw even harder as she marches towards her lifemate, seething. You did that deliberately, you sneaky oversized firelizard! Pretending to be asleep and sneaking out when I was in the bath? What the fuck Wrayth? « Well I wasn't tired afterall. » The young gold replies flippantly before turning around to face Ryott. The motion has her tail colliding with a nearby table and knocking it roughly. The apple that had been left behind from someone's breakfast bounces off and lands in front of Wrayth. Oooooh, what's that? Lowering her nose, her tongue licks it tentatively before she brings it into her mouth to chew thoughtfully. « What is this? » she asks with soft wonder as she looks up at Ryott. So thrown by the sudden shift of her dragon, the teen just kinda of stares slack-jawed for a second. It's an apple Wrayth, and I don't know if you should be eating that.
Rh'uan marches up to Wahgerharth in an indirect route, narrowly skirting the table Wrayth disrupts. "NO! Don't eat all of that Wahg! You're gonna give yerself a belly ache!" «BUT FOOD! I HUNGER! And this is sweet and delicious!» And yet another bubbly finds its way into Wahgerharth's eager jaws. WHen he reaches the bronze, Rh'uan tries to haul the dragonet away from the food and meets much resistance. He's getting too big for this crap! "Come on, knock it off, now. We can get you some meat back at the barracks but you can't eat any more of this!" Wahgerhath pauses in his gorging for but a moment, amber tipped muzzle purple with pie filling. «What's an apple? Can I have one??» Curiosity does Rh'uan justice in the form of distraction, but the bronze is just after more food. Ugh. He's gotta get him out of here before they really are in the shit.
« Apple! Apples are awesome! » Wrayth trumpets with delight causing several people nearby to cover their ears and move further from the chaos, gathering around the entrance to the kitchen as some of the workers there come out to have a look at what all this commotion is about. Ryott for her part is trying to scowl as she quickly makes her way over to her lifemate to drag her out of the Living Caverns if she has to. Only problem is that the girl has no hips to speak of and that towel wrapped around her middle keeps loosening and threatening to falls off, so she's stopped every couple of steps to readjust, and finally, with a growl of frustration, just keeps one hand there to hold the sharding thing on so that she doesn't turn this from PG-13 to R. The other hand is gesticulating wildly at Wrayth as she tries to keep her scolding to just the two of them. Yes, apples are yummy. and completely unbidden, a mental image of a certain lanky git of a Zingari Spyling pops into her head, his love of apples triggering his images's sudden appearance. « Who's that? » Nobody. « Bullshit. »
«Apples? Are there any more?» In the process of moving over to see, Wahgerharth has moved back ON to the table he'd abandoned before and it crreeeeaaaaakkkks dangerously under his weight. The filtered image Wrayth recieves is broadcasted by the golden shiny and Wahgerharth's head shoots up, eyes whirling with curiosity. «WHo or what was that? He looked fun!» Wahg lowers his head to sniff at the ground and shifts and the table groans. Rh'uan goes from mild irritation to having a full on attack of the heart. "WAHG! GET DOWN FROM THERE!" Silence for a beat. «No.»
« I hope so. » Wrayth responds to her bronze brother with a snort as Ryott is too busy suddenly trying to lock a certain someone away in her mind, never to pop up unexpectedly again - unlikely, but she can only hope. The golden dragonet takes the opportunity to slither away, her control of her limbs in the tight quarters improving by the second as she grows accustomed to the new surroundings, as she weaves through the tables away from Ryott. For her part, the teen looks like she is about to explode with irritation. "WRAYTH!" And with the force of her booming voice giving her a mental boost, Ryott once more clamps a hold onto her lifemate's mind and grips tight. Enough. You've had your fun, I'm sure I'll be suffering the consequences later, thanks for that. Butt. Outside. Now. Shaking her head, once more Wryath resorts to tricks to try and get her bonded to let go, but Ryott's grip is like a vise and she's not budging. Finally, with a audible huff of stubborness, she starts to turn her head towards the exit into the bowl, skulking sullenly back through the maze of tables. (And possibly snagging a few shiney things on the way)
Rh'uan is incredulous at the fact that he's just been sassed and defied by his own lifemate. His own iron will clamping down, Rh'uan stalks towards the dragon. Get. Down. NOW! He enforces, his face turning a bit red with frustration. And it seems as if the bronze is listening, as the bulky male begins to back off the table instead of just stepping forward off of it. Whatever. As long as he gets down. But… luck is just NOT with Rh'uan today and about the second step backward, the table gives an audible and loud snap and collapses in the middle, having broken near cleanly in half. Wahgerharth falls with it, but despite the fall, only manages to land on his rear. «I'm down now.» The bronze responds, turning his head toward Rh'uan. "Don't you sass me boy!" Rh'uan growls out loud and points to the exit. "Outside now mister." If he must treat his bronze like a wayward toddler…then he will. Hanging his head, Wahgerharth stands from the remains of the table and beguns lumbering outside. RH'uan on the other hand curses and lands his hands on his hips as he examines the table. Well…. he really is up shit creek without a paddle now…
The antics of the bronzeling pair barely register on Ryott's radar as she puts every ounce of her will in keeping Wrayth moving, no matter how slowly, towards the exit to the Caverns. Just as the little - although not so little anymore - gold has almost reached her destination, that loud nap turns both hers and Ryott's attention back towards the bronze. « Well, at least I didn't break a table. » Wrayth quips with an apologetic brush of sea air in her bonded's direction, trying to make amends. There's the creak of wood and a cozy crampness to her scape as well as she offers a secret place for just the two of them, not yet fully formed, but just begining to take shape. Ryott tries to stay mad at her gold, she really does, but that space she invtes her into is so perfect, and secret and theirs alone. With a quivering sigh, she shakes her head a bit, the worst of her anger burning itself out. You, follow your brother, and don't go anywhere else until I am out there. Looking properly cowed, Wrayth drops her head and turns back to follow Wahgerharth, although the there's a very private mental smirk tossed towards the bronze as they leave the premises. Before following, Ryott turns to Rh'uan with a look of sympathy. "I'm sorry she dragged him into this," she doesn't have to confirm the details, the teen knows her lifemate enough to figure out who the mastermind of this little adventure was. "I'll tell em about her part of it," she says with a heavy sigh, as if even this small act of taking responsibility goes against everything the girl stands for.
Rh'uan gives Wahgerharth a look of stern consternation, his usually friendly gaze narrowing to something near parental. The bronze hangs his head and crawls out of the remains of the table and heads outside. He shakes his head when Ryott approaches and waves at the mess. “Wrayth didn't do this, or destroy an entire sideboard of food. I appreciate the gesture, but Wahg is responsible too, and by extension, so am I. Shells but this is a mess…”
“It’s a wonder she didn’t,” Ryott muses dryly under her breath, considering that the gold has both height and length on her bronze brother, although none of his bulk. Looking down at the havoc wreaked, her dark features take on their usual neutral mask before responding again. “We probably shouldn’t leave those two alone for too long.” she remarks in an off hand wait before looking up at the ex-miner.
Rh'uan sighs. “Aye you've probably got the right of it there. Let's go, I'm sure we'll be hearing from the headwoman soon enough…” He takes one last look at the damage walks out, shaking his head and pondering what to do about his lifemate's behavior. “Would you like me to watch her so you can finish your bath?” He asks once they're outside again.
“Oh, I think you’re right on that one,” Ryott says as she spots a shock of white hair at the ktichen entrance and doesn’t wait around long enough to see if it is the aforementioned Headwoman or not. Turning on her heel, she follows nonchalantly after Rh’uan, trying to look as un-guilty as possible. Once they get outside, Wrayth is easily spotted sulking right outside the entrance, her head down and wings drooping. And although she tries to stifle it, there’s a yawn that almost threatens to unhinge her jaw. “Nah, I think she really is ready for that nap now. And this time I’m making sure she’s asleep first.” She wastes no time after that, ushering her gold dragonet back to the Weyrling Barracks and her couch, having to poke and prod her a few times to keep from falling asleep.