Who

Edlsesa, H'rik, Wendryth

What

There's only one thing left for Edlsesa to do to complete her quest: read to the eggs!

When

It is noon of the thirteenth day of the seventh month of the thirteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Sands, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 23 Mar 2018 00:00

 

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Sands

The out-of-doors of Igen Weyr seems a blissful respite from the oppressive heat of this sandy colosseum. Heated from beneath by volcanic vents, the air above the hatching sands shimmers, lending a sort of unreal, dream-like quality to the area beyond even the magic that happens here at Impressions. Despite its blistering temperatures, the sands are incongruously soft, almost powdery, and flat save for the worn stone queen's bower that rises up to break the monotony and provide a place of respite for the doting mother-to-be.


Edlsesa has finished the quest set to her by Wendryth. It's been an interesting ride, writing a bedtime story for a clutch of eggs, but hey, if they can 'talk' to you when touched, surely they can listen too? Slowly, she makes her way onto the sands, reading the hide she'd carefully printed on in advance, on last review. It's noticeable, the change in temperature between outside and in. The rise of heat from the sands causes Edlsesa to look up. She's arrived. She makes her way in, moving to give a respectful bow to the clutch parents before approaching the eggs. Looking at Wendryth, Sesa smiles. "I hope they like my writing as much as your bretheren seem to enjoy my art." She chuckles softly and tries to find a comfortable place to perch and from which to spin her bedtime tale to the clutch.

Wendryth is alone at this moment, babysitting the eggs while Zsaviranth has a much-needed food break. The bronze doesn't have quite the same maternal nature with them, but he's still doing his best. It's mostly peering at this egg and that, though their mother has done a fine job keeping them turned, so there are no concerns for him to pick up on. H'rik is here, too, though he's sat in the Weyrwoman's usual place and is doing some hide work, rather than paying attention to the clutch. Wendryth croons a merry greeting to Edlsesa when she approaches, and he stops his investigations of the eggs, settling to watch the candidate with bright eyes. H'rik looks up with his work, an eyebrow quirked curiously, and he'll watch, pen pausing in its writing.

Edlsesa soon finds a place and sits a blanket down on the blistering sands so that she can read comfortably. A drink of water from a skin helps her parched throat, and another clears the way for speaking. Taking a breath, and feeling just a little silly, Sesa begins reading, picking up a smooth tone she's learned from watching Zingari story weavers spin their tales. "In a small, small, desert Weyr, There was a dragon, and a skin of wine, and a painting of, a firelizard, a gold divine… " Tucking her hair behind her ears, Sesa gains a bit more confidence as she reads. "And three little weyrbrats brushing their cats, and three little trundlebugs, and scattered ale mugs… "

Wendryth trots round to one side of the clutch, and slowly lowers himself down until he's laid on the sands; his wings fold to his side, fitting as neatly as if they were hardly there at all. He watches Sesa as she begins to speak, alarming silent (this is Wendy, after all!). But this is her moment, and this is for his eggs, so he's going to let it happen uninterrupted! Silent though he may be, he does emanate an air of encouragement and gratitude to Sesa. H'rik's smiling a small smile now, as he goes back to his writing for a moment, listening as he works.

"…And a little toy wher, and a whistling brush of air, and a rag and some oil, and a teapot put to boil." Sesa has to keep herself from giggling a little, feeling like she's reading to a room of sleeping babies, and in a way, she is. However, Wendryth's company is encouraging, so she continues, thinking that at least she's made her quest giver happy. "Sweet dreams Weyr, sweet dreams dragon, sweet dreams wine and gold 'lizard divine. Sweet dreams little weyrbrats, and to your three little cats…"

Can Wendryth be a big awake baby?? He's certainly listening with keen interest, though does now glance over the clutch as if seeing how the eggs are reacting. They're super still, but can dragons sense something beyond those hardening shells? Some flicker of acknowledgement from the unhatched dragonets? Hard to tell, but the bronze does look at them for a long time as Sesa's words continue.

"Sweet dreams trundlebugs, sweet dreams ale mugs, sweet dreams toy wher, and the whistling brush of air… " Sesa reads strongly now, near the end of her story. Wendryth is watched and she wonders why he stares at the clutch the way he does, and what may be happening between sire and clutch, if anything. "Sweet dreams rags and oil, sweet dreams teapot put to boil, sweet dreams little desert Weyr, sweet dreams dragons everywhere." When she's finished and the last of her voice has faded from the air, she rolls up the hide and sets it aside. Turning to Wendryth Edlsesa smiles. "How was that?"

Wendryth watches the eggs for a moment longer, then his attention returns to Sesa as her story-telling comes to a gentle conclusion. The bronze seems to hesitate (and gets a pointed glance from H'rik!) and when his mind's voice does reach out to Sesa, it's carefully restrained. Don't want to wake sleeping eggs! (Or break mental eardrums). « It was most wonderful! My children appreciated it, I am sure. I wish you the best, when they break their shells. » He is sincere.

Woah. Edlsesa isn't quite sure what to think about a brush from Wendryth's mind. The 'sound'of his voice isn't unpleasant so much as it is foreign and surprising. Edlsesa gives a bow of her head to the clutch sire in thanks. "I'm honored to have been their story teller. Thank you for the experience." Praise from a dragon is both exciting and unexpected, and the well wishes appreciated. Standing, Edlsesa shakes out her blanket, and wishes she could stay, but lunch calls and so does her belly. "It was a pleasure." This time Sesa can give a proper bow and she does so, and, finally noticing H'rik, she snaps off a salute, a blush staining her cheeks. "And a good afternoon to you sir." Can't forget manners now can we? It stalls her leaving, since, well, H'rik might have something he wants her to do.

Wendryth, always one for manners, inclines his head in return to Sesa's bow. There's no further reply mentally from him, but he's radiating a definite feeling of happiness as he puts a nose ever so gentle to the nearest egg, doing whatever mysterious things dragons do. H'rik is chilled about the saluting, offering a little one in return to Edlsesa. "To you too, candidate." Seems he has no chores for her to do, given he puts pen to hide again and carries on with his work, leaving her free to escape, quest complete!

Edlsesa bobs her head in reply and does indeed escape, off to her lunch and only slightly cooler temperatures. This one will definitely have to go down in her journal, the day she read to dragon eggs! Quest complete indeed! She might just have to save the story too.

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