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Logfile from G'deon
30th, 31st of January, 2001

Nylanth's World Headquarters
The woodsy scent of unfinished lumber permeates this liberally immense weyr. The source can be found near the back of the weyr where a rather large number of wooden planks been stacked against the wall. A large mattress, with no bed frame at the moment, has been laid down near the pile of lumber, with a couple of light blankets and a darkly crimson quilt neatly settled on top and tucked underneath, with a few pillows strewn liberally at the head of the makeshift bed.
The very first object inside the weyr is a large stone couch. Next you see a tall wooden cabinet, newly built, and in the middle of the weyr is a large wooden table with a dark, natural coat of finish. Though hardly a master's work, the table is well built with simple scrollwork etched into the side and a small name scrawled into one table leg. Four sturdy chairs, built to match, are pushed in under the table. The last notable item in the room is the fireplace opposite the dragon couch. An old green sofa has been set in front of the fireplace with a thick fur rug strewn between.
  It is a spring sunset.
To the west, you see Nylanth and Imbriath.
You see an old rucksack, Nylanth's couch, and a fireplace here.
Obvious exits:
Ledge

The large dragon couch is kept practically spotless with a noticeable hollow in the middle left by hundreds of Turns of dragons. The stone couch is about 24 meters long, a bit over 15 wide, a meter off the ground.

This fireplace is newly constructed, really no more than a deep depression in the wall at the moment. The area in front of the fireplace is kept quite clean, and next to the fireplace is a metal box of sorts, filled with fuel for the fire, including a small packet of slightly fragrant herbs.

G'deon
G'deon appears at first glance to be quite calm and collected, though a mischievous gleam seems to tint his blue eyes from time to time. He has grown into a rather well built frame and stands at less than an inch under six feet. Many Turns of hard work have helped his shoulders fill out considerably, along with his arms and hands. His legs however are still the wiry limbs of his youth, which he'll never lose. Newly cut hair tops this young man's head, the short hairs glistening hazily, a sandy blond frame for a lightly tanned face accented by his calm blue eyes, clear and blue as the summer sky over High Reaches.
Grey is his shirt, like the morning fog rolling down from the mountains. Tawny, the trousers, like an old oak tree, paladin of the forest. Black are the boots, black, the belt, the deepest hour of midnight. Bronze, the buckles, silver, the knife, together an icy chorus. But be wary of that which is still concealed by more than just mere clothing. The human soul is more complex then what you picked out this morning.
Unwavering shadows intertwine with the deep dark blue of a glacier, the two cords forming a single loop. A small tail of the same black and blue hangs from the top of the knot, joined by a single tassel. Mingling with the cords is a fine ribbon of shimmering bronze, naming G'deon as a bronze senior weyrling and wingsecond of High Reaches.
He is awake and looks alert.
You notice G'deon looking at you.
G'deon is 20 Turns, 8 months, and 24 days old.

Nylanth
The torrent of darkness that blacks this dragon's claret hide rides his lean, broad-shouldered frame as a cascade of shadows. However dark that jeweled hide twinkles -- oh how it fits with never a wrinkle, that darkly gleaming skin -- his dashing, darkling glory is offset by those moonlit galleon's sails. Doe-skin brown may soften his hindquarters, but it is bronze that crinkles bright at his ale-laced throat, clatters down the gallop of neckridges steeling his spine and dashes madly along the rapier length of his tail. His eyes -- bright, like the moon at midnight -- eyes like the stroke of midnight, gleam with a robber's gaze.
Nylanth is 1 Turn, 3 months, and 5 days old.
He is 66 feet (20m) long, with a wingspan of 110 feet (33m).
Nylanth senses G'deon looking at him.
Nylanth seems to be listening.

Nylanth> Vespurath soars in for a landing.

Nylanth> Across shades of pine and sage, Tatia slides down Vespurath's side, landing on the ground with a slight bounce.

Nylanth> Tatia steps through the weyr's entrance off to the side.

Tatia ducks through the light wherhide curtain.

G'deon is slumped over the table slightly, a large cluster of hides almost covering the surface except for two glasses of half-finished wine. As Tatia walks in he looks up and smile. "Good afternoon, Tatia," he says as he stands, a smile on his face. "To what do I owe this surprise?" He motions towards one of the chairs.

Tatia lifts on shoulder in half a shrug, head tilting each way as her gaze swings around the weyr out of habit. "I was kinda ready to get away from the crowds in the bowl," she replies, moving toward the table at the invitation. "And Vesp decided she wanted a nap. And I think I've shoved things around my weyr in just about every arrangement possible..." So basically, Gid's a last resort against boredom. Or worse yet, chores.

G'deon laughs softly and flops back into his chair as he begins shuffling scraps of hides out of the way. "Sounds like a good reason to me. How are you and Vespurath doing?"

Tatia hooks a foot around the leg of the chair, pulling it out swiftly before she folds herself into it. "Good, I guess," she replies, though she sounds barely convinced. "I mean, busy... you and Ny?" Her head tilts in absent curiosity, and she leans forward to drape her forearms on the table edge.

"Oh, always busy," G'deon replies with a light laugh. "And even when I don't have chores or classes I've been keeping myself busy with the weyr here." His gaze rests for a moment on the two glasses on the table and he blinks. Probably studying the hides too long. "Terribly sorry, I forgot to ask, would you like anything to eat? Drink? I have redfruit juice and some Tillek red wine... other than that, just some bread." He stands slowly, taking the two glasses off towards the newly finished cabinet.

Tatia shakes her head, lifting a hand to gesture. "Nah, don't worry about it." She grins slowly, dropping her hand to the table again. "Vesp and I've still got a decent stash in our own weyr... seems to have come in handy every now and then." She winks swiftly, then leans back in her chair, grin fading crookedly. "Looks like you're making progress, though," she notes. "Getting all your furniture finally delivered and carted up?" No, she's not nearly observant enough to not the difference between delivered and Gid-made.

"Oh really?" G'deon asks curiously as he returns to the table. "I just like juice and wine... how does it come in handy?" As he again takes a seat, a teasing sparkle rests in his eyes. "I suppose if you have guests though. Hyzen seemed to appreciate the juice when she stopped by a little earlier," he informs his newest guest. At the comment about the furniture however he just grins and glances around the place. "The place is coming together, bit by bit. The bed's not ready, but there's no rush on that part." A soft, almost reluctant smile graces his face for a brief moment before it disappears and he glances up at Tatia. "So, what have you been up to, other than classes and chores?"

"It's nice when you don't have the energy to hike down to the kitchens, for one," Tatia points out, oblivious to any teasing in his tone or expression. Her hands slide down to clasp together in her lap, resting there as she turns to glance toward the bed. "Not.. ready? Gid, are you putting that together?" As one who comes from a Craft of looking at the stars.. and who barely put work into /that/, Tatia's rather astounded. Not to mention impressed. "It'll be nice once you get it done, though. That was my only condition when we went weyr-searching. A nice, /big/ space for a nice, /big/ bed. I'm never sleeping in a cot again." The statement comes with a vengeance that's rather amusing, considering it relates to sleeping space, and her expression fades with a blink at the question. "Oh, mostly figuring out where everything goes.. Vesp still wants stars on the walls, though, so we have to do that at some point."

G'deon just nods slowly as Tatia replies, the comment about stars receiving an appreciative smile. "The ones in the Barracks were wonderful, by the way." He smiles slowly and also glances towards the back of the weyr, timber still stacked in a couple spots. "Aye, I'm trying. I have a pretty good idea of what I want to do, but I'm trying it out on other things first. Like..." he reaches around the corner of the table and points to the simple scrollwork on the side. "Like this. I never got much practice in this part of woodcraft as a Smith, so I figured I'd better figure it out. The legs too were a bit of an experiment. I did better on the chairs though." Then he turns around to point towards the cabinet. "On that one I was trying to figure out the hinges for the doors, and how to fit the drawers together. I'd like to put drawers on the bottom frame, under the bed," he continues, finally turning around again to smile at her. "I guess we'll see."

Tatia glances sharply at G'deon, a denial flying to her lips, though it's overcome by a slow smile of admitance. It's not as if it's not obvious which pair put /those/, there. "Yeah, well, I wasn't gonna be able to get any sleep at night until we did them," she notes, eyes moving beyond G'deon to follow his gaze toward the lumber. With each word of explanation, her eyes widen just a bit further. "Wait a minute.. you're telling me you did.. /all/ of this?" she questions, hand lifting to sweep around the weyr. Her gaze dips to study the scrollwork, then flies back up toward him. "That's.. wow. They look really nice." A pause as she studies the rest of the indicated furniture, eyes scanning before she turns them back to G'deon. "When are you finding the time to /do/ this?"

G'deon shrugs slightly, a small grin on his face. "Mostly at night. Nylanth loves the night time much more than day time, so we'll sit up all night, him asking questions or making comments, all just be fiddling with woodcrafting." He laughs softly as his eyes roam out towards the ledge. "It works rather well, though he's constantly asking if we can fly at night and look around. He seems to forget we're not allowed for another three months."

Tatia echoes G'deon's grin, head cocking to one side as he gets a short nod. "I can definately sympathize there.. Some nights I don't think Vesp's /ever/ going to sleep.. I'm running out of star stories!" A shadow flickers across Tatia's athis reminder, and her eyes study her hands for a moment as her fingers twine together, then splay against each other. "Yeah, I know. P'rru was just telling me today about a trip he took down to Southern... took a bunch of StarCrafters down with him to meet the pods." She shrugs, managing a slight smile as she drags her gaze back upward. "But he was nice enough to bring them by for a quick hello. And I keep telling myself that three months isn't long at all, not really."

"No, before you know it we'll be full riders," G'deon replies softly, head tilted a bit to the side as he studies her for a moment. "Just think of all that transport duty we get to skip, though," he adds a bit later, eyes twinkling as an amused grin creases his face. "Besides, it could have been worse. R'sli might have decided to hold us back with Cadgwith's clutch."

Tatia's smile has to widen at that thought, and her eyes flash in amusement. "And /that/ would have been much worse than sticking to 'Reaches. Cadgwith produced some.. interesting weyrlings." She leans forward, straightening a bit to pull one leg up under her. "You know, I was thinking the other day how weird it is to think that I knew Pyrene before she had Cadgwith. I mean, it's different with /us/, cause we've all.. I mean, we Impressed together. Kinda.. grew up together. But.." She pauses, hands spreading across the table top as she searches for the words. "I dunno. It's just odd, to think about."

G'deon laughs again and nods. "Trust me, I know the feeling. I grew up with Pyrene and Areiah, and I was a Candidate my first time with Lis of all people." He laughs again and shakes his head. "She was a totally different person then, but I really can't see her anymore as anyone but who she is today. If that makes sense..."

A burst of laughter escapes from Tatia, and her eyes are filled with amusement for a moment. "Oh /Lis/! Y'know, she was still at the hall when I came. The only thing I remember about her was that I got pulled into cleaning the library for something /she/ did.. and we found some sort of giant bug. One of my first days there." She rocks backward, grinning as she recounts the experience. One of the few times Tat's punishment wasn't deserved. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Everyone changes.. or at least, most of them. It's almost hard to remember who they were." She sighs softly, fixing G'deon with an intent stare. "Kinda makes you wonder who we'll be in a few Turns, doesn't it?"

G'deon pauses for a moment, then hesitantly responds with a quiet, "Aye..." He frowns as he leans forward, resting his arms on the table. "It doesn't do any good to worry about it... it'll happen one way or the other. I mean, we're not even riders yet. We have yet to join a full wing, you and the other greens haven't had to deal with mating flights yet... nor the others for that matter." He smiles suddenly as he bends forward to rest his head in his hands. "There's a lot out there we haven't seen or experienced yet." And G'deon waxes poetic.

"True," Tatia agrees softly. "It'll definately feel weird to be in a true wing.." Her nose wrinkles swiftly in response to his mention of flights, though she doesn't bother with a comment. Instead, she shifts again, letting her legs stretch beneath the table and her hands lie loosely clasped on her lap. "And we'll definately get to experience lots, I suppose. If there's one thing I hadn't quite thought about before coming to 'Reaches, it was how /different/ everything would be."

An amused smile flits across G'deon's face before it's gone. "The difference between Weyrlife and anything else in Pern is probably the hardest thing for people who move here." But everyone knows that. "However, 'Reaches is certainly unique in that aspect. They're all crazy," he adds, laughing softly. "And as for the rider wings, lets just hope you're not in the same as N'sync, hmm?"

Tatia isn't about to argue with that. "It's certainly different from quite little Gar, let me tell you that," Tatia intones, voice easing into the tone that would have been quite good for lecturing apprentices, had she ever gotten that far. She laughs softly, the sound amused as her eyes flick upward, rolling at G'deon's comment. "Oh /please/." She fixes him with a stare, lips twitching at the corners. "After all, you did say we'd have to learn how to deal with him. I think I found my way." A slight smirk spread, and her hands clench into unconscious fists.

"Feet braced and fists flying?" G'deon asks with a wink. He laughs suddenly and shakes his head. "I'll admit though, it's calmed him down a bit. I wouldn't worry about him though, I think Cayl's been trying to smooth things over there." Though why is still a mystery. "He kind of suits her actually, but I'm no matchmaker."

"Hey, whatever works," Tatia replies with a pleased smile. "Really?" The question holds a note of genuine surprise as she tilts her head to study him. "That's not something I would have ever seen. I mean, I know Hy.. that is. I could see him going after her, but the other way 'round.." She shakes her head slowly, expression clearing outlining her disbelief.

G'deon just shrugs with a lop-sided smile. "I never would have seen it coming... and mind, it might not be that. They could just be friends. That happens quite often, even among riders," he comments with a wink, that new roguish grin making a brief appearance. "I think it'd do Cayl good though to find a friend like him though."

Tatia nearly sticks out her tongue in response to G'deon's wink, but she settles for another wrinkle of her nose instead. "I /know/ that," she points out. "But I don't see how it's possible to be friends with a 'rider who continually /leers/.. It's just a tad bit disconcerting. "Hmmm." The noncomittal noise echoes from Tatia's direction, and she leans forward to rest her forearms on the edge of the table, elbows propped on her knees. "Well, I trust Mzadith'll take care of her... I mean, if anything were wrong or anything.." As many confrontations as the two have had, Tat's still got room to be concerned for her fellow weyrling.

G'deon sighs softly and leans back once more, his arms stretching up, then behind his head. "Well, I haven't seen anything harmful yet. Just different, that's all." He pauses for a moment, the only sounds being the small fire in the fireplace and soft music drifting up from the caverns. "At any rate, we'll know soon enough. Now, the real question is, have you got your eye on any promising weyrlings or riders?" he asks, winking at her.

Tatia blinks, pulling back to sit straight in startlement. Not a question she'd expected.. nor one she's thought about. "I know which ones to stay away from," she finally remarks in reply, head tilting slightly while she ponders. A flash of a grin makes its presence none before it fades. "That's a start, isn't it?" She sinks back down into her previous position, letting her eyes fix on him. "You?" They twinkle slightly as she questions.

G'deon just laughs, a definite amused sparkle in his eyes. "Ah, I was just teasing, and know who to stay away from /is/ a good start." As she turns his own question against him though, he shrugs, settling a bit more into his chair. "And as for that... most of them still look at me... funny. I don't know how to describe it. Like I'll bite or something, y'know." This has obviously been weighing rather heavy on his mind. "Not all of them, of course, but..." He shrugs again, head leaning against the back of the chair.

Tatia lifts a finger, pointing in amusement to the knot that rests on his shoulder before jerking her head toward the ledge and Nylanth. "You're a bronzerider," she explains with a grin, hand dropping to finger her own knot as she speaks. "Don't you know how big and scary bronzeriders are? Nothing but lecherous, no good scum." He gets a flash of a grin as her hand falls to her lap, and her shoulders lift in a shrug that's mean to be comforting. "Ah, don't worry about it, Gid. They'll come around, I'm sure." So long as G'deon refrains from lecherous, scum-like behavior.

G'deon chuckles at the other weyrling's comments, then nods. "Aye, I've been hoping they'd see our actions, and if not forget, at least forgive." He smiles softly, yet another shrug following. "Ah well, another couple months and it'll all change."

Tatia raises a questioning brow. "What? They cease to be lecherous scum when they graduate?" she teases, eyes flashing faintly with amusement. Tatia's fingers tap a short rhythm on the tabletop before she quiets them, lacing them together. "And here I thought things just got worse..."

"No, they just won't be any of my business anymore," G'deon replies, his own eyes twinkling softly as he smiles. "As for me, I doubt I'll ever go down that path. For one thing, Nyls won't let me. He insists I be a gentleman. For a second reason... I'd hate it." His sober expression only serves to reinforce his statement. "Worse? How so?"

"It's good to know we've got at least one gentleman in the weyr," Tatia replies, eyes flickering toward the ledge, making it quite clear which half of the duo she's referring to. The teasing action is softened by the smile he gets, however, though it fades as she lifts her shoulders, shrugging. "Well.. you know. Once we graduate... things...well, the greens and the golds, they get older.." Her hands wave through the air, describing absurd patterns as she attempts to explain. "You know." Another shrug, and that's all the explanation she can manage.

G'deon seems to understand, and nods to her accordingly. "Aye... things change," he comments softly, for a moment his gaze drifting to the slow flickering of the fire which has quickly become one of the only sources of light in the weyr. "Perhaps that's why the weyrlingmasters spend so much time drilling our classes into our heads. So we'll at least remember that when... everything changes."

Tatia nods, relief flickering over her expression at his understanding. "We've got to remember something... there's got to be /something/ to tie us to who we are now. Or who we were." Her words float through the weyr softly, convincing herself as much as G'deon. "Even if it is just how to check our straps and stay in formation." A wry smile twists her lips upward. "Or how to keep our dragons safely in the courtyard."

G'deon can't help but laugh at the last part. "Aye, and I think the four of us" dragons obviously included as he nods towards the ledge, "have already gotten to play as teachers in that area. The same people who have ridiculed us the most harshly probably had never even considered what might happen if they forget their dragons for a minute."

Tatia grins swiftly. "Of course. I know /I/ was just out to teach the wing a lesson." Her eyes flicker toward the ledge for a moment, and she laughs softly, head shaking. "But I will say... I guess there has been a good part to it. I mean, I hate being stuck here when I /know/ I could go anywhere I want.. but I'd never thought about.. some things. So I guess it hasn't been all bad." Not that she'd admit as much to anyone else - but Gid's safe. In the same boat, so to speak.

"My point exactly," the bronze 'ling replies with an amused smile. "Though... I'll admit, I almost wish it had happened to a couple of the other weyrlings. However," he holds up a hand rather defensively. "I don't believe there are many of our fellow weyrlings who could have held up under the pressure. I mean, here we are, the two of us, stronger than before with an even better grasp on our lives as riders."

"Here, here!" Tatia's grin spreads, and if she had a glass she'd definitely be lifting it in a toast. "I think the grounding's even starting to get to Vesp.. she wanted to go to Southern to see the 'phins more than I did." The greenrider slides backward, fingers lacing together as she nods. "We've definitely held up under things that I.. well, a Turn ago I wouldn't have been able to imagine taking what we have the past sevendays. I've never worked so hard in my life." It's easier to focus on the physical labors, of course - but the expression crossing the weyrling's face suggests that the lessons learned were just as hard.. and just as well handled.

G'deon nods, a subdued, but content smile on his face. "Aye, we've done well, if you ask me. Perhaps that'll show R'sli that his ideas about Telgar aren't all that true." Whatever that's supposed to mean. "And sooner or later people will forget... at least just remember what we're like now, long after what happened at Ista."

Tatia nods, her smile faintly satisfied. "You've got a good start, as wingsecond," she comments. "And the things we do.. the way we act /now/. That's what's important. Most 'riders are just as careless as weyrlings. They just don't end up caught in such an obvious mess." Of course, most riders don't have dragons who seem to think they can fit inside holds. An absent-minded blink turns her curious gaze toward G'deon as she processes his comment a bit belatedly. "R'sli doesn't like Telgar?" she questions swiftly. She may be hold bred - but the pride's closely linked.

G'deon nods to the first comment, and shrugs almost insolently at the second. "Oh, I don't know, maybe he was just upset." He practically had a seizure in fact. "Just some comment on how maybe the riders at Telgar let things like that happen... Nothing direct, probably just to spite me." He just shrugs again, then adds a bit more fervently, "But we'll show him... Telgar is even colder than 'Reaches, for as much as they like to boast about it. You can't grow up there without being strong." Not to mention pig-headed, but that's for another time...

Tatia grins, a faint camaraderie glowing in her eyes as she leans forward. "Telgar, weyr or hold, doesn't breed weak ones," she agrees. "Just give us time... I wasn't raised to give up or give in.. and I'm not about to let one little mistake as a weyrling color what everyone thinks..." Tat's about as stubborn as they come.. and she's dead-set on this. "Besides." Her grin widens a bit as she continues. "Someone's gotta teach all these Istan-bred 'riders what exactly to do with snow." Of course, not all of them are Istan-bred - and some of the older 'riders have seen more snow that Tat did in her thirteen Turns at Telgar. But pointing those facts out would have ruined her statement. "Besides hide from it."

G'deon laughs softly at that comment, a few fellow weyrlings coming to mind. "That is a very good point. And forget the riders, just look at our wing! All we've done so far is errands for other people, and flying here and there. Just think when we actually have to fly Thread, that winter wind almost as dangerous as the grey shards falling from the sky. What will they do then when all they've done up till now is hide in the warm caverns and weyrs?" And some in their beds all day, quite warm...

Tatia can't manage to hide her amusement at the thought - not that she tries. "Shards, some of them nearly refused to come out all winter! I'll admit, 'Reaches is colder than I'm used to after living at Gar, but /really/." She shakes her head in disbelief, unable to quite comprehend what's so horrible about snow. Or even cold. "They miss all the fun that way."

"Well..." G'deon seems to consider this for a long moment. "Maybe they just need to be shown what all can be done in winter. There really is a lot, you just need to get outside long enough to find it." That roguish grin suddenly makes its reappearance at the though of dragging a couple former Istans out into the 'Reaches winter.

Tatia's expression speaks of anticipation, and her eyes sparkle in agreement. "It's just a matter of the right clothing.. and the dragons don't seem to mind it." At least, Vespurath doesn't. "We've got such wonderful hills.. and the lake. That was always one of the best things... sliding across the lakes when they froze."

G'deon nods slowly. "Well, maybe the lakes higher in the mountains," he replies to the last comment. "The one here looked pretty thin in the middle this last winter. The streams from the glaciers are the best though, as long as you can avoid the rocks."

Tatia wrinkles her nose, hand waving in dismissal. "I'm sure they're at least one or two around here good enough for sliding..." Eyes widen slightly, as she rocks backward at the second statement. "/Oh/. Now that's definitely an idea. Next winter we should see if we can't find some good ones."

"I know some perfect ones, not even an hour's hike from here," G'deon replies, voice rising slightly as he ponders the idea. "I used to go up there all the time when I was a messenger here as a boy. It's great because you don't need to push yourself, just try to miss the rocks," he continues, wincing slightly. "And even if you can't turn fast enough you just run into snow."

"Even shorter, a-dragonback," Tatia muses absently. "Though hiking could be fun.. especially if we drug some Istaners with us." A mishevious smile lights her eyes. "It's been Turns since I've really gotten to play in the snow.. what with all the classes and chores this winter, Vesp and I only got out now and then..."

G'deon nods slowly, some unvoiced thought causing him to smile thoughtfully. "Aye, same here. Nylanth has already made me promise to let him play next time the snow comes around," he replies quietly, though he's obviously distracted at the moment. "It'd be worth it though, just to see their faces.... Say, did you ever build holds in the snow when you were young?" he asks suddenly, a boyish grin lighting his face, reflecting in his eyes...

Tatia's nod comes swiftly, and her lips part, anxious to respond. "Of /course/! We'd build huge walls, and my brothers always made my friends and I play on the opposite side of a snowball fight.." She laughs softly, head shaking as a wry smile flickers across her features. "We nearly always lost. Ended up /covered/ in snow, and soaked by the time we went in search of hot tea. But I've got better aim than half the guys at Gar because of it." She also credits those brothers with her mean right hook... in case N'sync would be interested.

Nylanth thinks to you, << I bespoke Vespurath with: Nylanth stretches out rather lazily on the ledge, his whirling blue eyes studying the night sky with interest. << It is good that your rider visits G'deon. He is alone to often. With me, but alone... >> to her. >>

Nylanth senses Vespurath swings her gaze down from her perusal of the stars overhead, turning it instead to Nylanth. << She needs to talk to others, >> she agrees, voice fading inward with the slow warmth of a hearthfire. << Too often she's sad, and angry. Visits are good. >> The green twists her tail up, curling it over her forepaws as her neck arches upward, craning to view more of the sky. << They have much to talk about. >> to him.

G'deon seems lost in thought for a moment, his thoughts not exactly revolving around the snowball fights of yore. He glances out towards the ledge for a moment, eyes already unfocused, then turns back to Tatia, a concerned frown on his face. Yep, his dragon is an informer. "Is everything alright?" he finally asks after a long minute or two. "Nylanth just mentioned something about being sad... and talking." Well, not a very good informer...

Tatia's eyes narrow suspiciously, and her head turns to stare directly toward the ledge. Lips press together in a thin line, and from the flash in her eyes, it's obvious that she's having a lightening-swift conversation with an informant of her own. That taken care of - or at least, as much as Tat can manage with Vespurath as her lifemate - she turns, head shaking as she sighs at G'deon, gaze locked on her fingers. "Fine, Gid.. Vesp just seems to think that life's always a game.. or it should be." She pulls her eyes upward, smiling. "And it's not. You know that." A small shrug accompanies her words, and she falls silent.

G'deon crosses his arms as he sits up a bit straighter in his chair. "Are you sure," he counters, a concerned frown on his face that has nothing to do with being wingsecond. "Game or no game, if there's something bothering you, the worst thing to do is bottle it up. I know that one far too well."

Tatia shakes her head, swiftly falling into old habits. "I'm /fine/." The emphasis on the second word is snapped, and her gaze drops again, this time tracing the curve of the table. Her expression grows blank for another second, taking on that curious look only 'riders conversing with unheard lifemates can manage, and a scowl creeps across her features.

G'deon's own face softens and he slumps down slightly into his chair. "I'm sorry, Tatia, I just don't like to see people struggling... and all too often I make up the worries for myself."

Tatia sighs, scowl fading from her face as she shakes her head again, this time in slow denial. 'Don't worry about me, Gid," she replies softly, glancing at him. "It's just.. 'Reaches is different. 'Riding is different." A soft shrug lifts her shoulders, and she offers a faintly teasing smile. "You've got enough stress, trying to keep all us weyrlings in line."

G'deon laughs softly and waves away the concerns, a soft smile on his face. "That's nothing really... in fact, I'd almost say it suits me, just don't let R'sli hear that," he adds with a wink. "Who knows how he'd turn that into something of a burden." He leans forward and looks into Tatia's face rather intently. "What /can/ cause me stress is worry for my friends... so if you ever need to talk about something, just let me know."

Tatia grins, head inclining slightly in agreement. "Won't say a word," she promises before the grin fades. Her eyes linger on G'deon's for a moment before she offers a small nod. "I know, Gid. Thanks." She barely vocalizes the acknowledgement, it comes so softly, but it's there. "And you, too... I mean, if there's ever anything..." She trails off slowly. Tat's not quite used to friendships that delve any deep than unified mischief.. and the offer doesn't come easily.

G'deon smiles softly, a brief nod given the young woman. "Thank you, I appreciate that," he replies, just as quietly. He leans back in his chair once again, eyes eyes roving from first the fire, then back to her face as his head tilts curiously to the side. "/Is/ there anything else you wanted to talk about?" he asks gently after a moment. "Much as I love talking about snow forts and sledding and the like, it doesn't exactly make much of an impact on our lives."

Tatia allows a short laugh, and her head cants to one side as she studies him. "You never know," she responds. "Snow forts could come in handy some day..." The brief bit of teasing fades, and she remains silent for a moment, eyes following his to the fire. Only after sitting in the silence for a while does she speak again, voice tinged softly with wistful curiousity. "Gid.. have you been back home.. since you Impressed? I mean, not to Telgar.. but to the SmithHall?"

G'deon hesitates a moment before shaking his head. "No, I'm afraid not. I was planning on it the morning after... well, you know. I've been to Telgar to visit my mother. That was after we were first allowed ::between::. I haven't seen her since." A touch of regret touches his voice at that moment, perhaps even fear. "She hasn't written to me once either since it happened," no reason to restate what 'it' was, "and that's very unlike her. I'm almost afraid to go back, to see what she thinks..." And with the slow way he's talking it's pretty obvious how much her disappointment would pain him.

Tatia turns her eyes back to G'deon, gaze both probing and understanding. "I went back to Gar," she notes softly. "It wasn't.. I don't know what I expected, but that wasn't it." The fire attracts her gaze again, an easier object to study than the bronzerider's face. "I didn't expect to care so much about what other people thought.. of Impressing. Of Vesp." She shrugs slightly, the movement so small it's barely visible. "Would she not approve? Not even.. you've done very well for yourself, Gid. Nylanth's wonderful... and wingsecond.."

G'deon shrugs off the title as quickly as usual, still not quite ready to accept the title, though he's taken on more than the responsibilities. "Oh, she approves of Nylanth, of course, and of being a rider. I just... I don't know what she thinks of me now, since Ista." He sighs slightly, but squares his shoulders. "At any rate, we still have our dragons, we still have our friends, our new homes. People /will/ forget with time, it just gets hard to deal with from those you know and love most."

Tatia nods slowly. "We do have that," she agrees, voice rising with the soft affirmation. "There's nothing we can do to make Ista go away.. or to change things old friends..." She pauses, head shaking as if to dispel her words. "But Vespurath is there, always.. even when she drives me nuts." Tatia smiles softly, and the words give away her adoration of the green. "And I don't suppose 'Reaches can kick us out."

"And even if they did," G'deon replies, chuckling softly, "our lifemates are just that. Mates for life. No one can change that."

Tatia grins. "Kinda reassuring, isn't it?" A plainly adoring smile crosses her face, lighting her eyes as her mind reaches to touch her lifemate's. "I'm not sure what I ever did before Vesp..." Without even thinking, she refuses to add an 'or' to the end of that sentence. After Vespurath isn't even an option.

G'deon laughs again, his head bobbing comically in agreement. "Aye, and the funny thing is, despite all that's happened, I really don't /want/ to think about what and who I was before. I'm content here, and more than happy with Nylanth, knowing we have a purpose in our little corner of the world."

"Good enough for me," Tatia agrees with an echo of agreeing laughter. "I feel like I've finally got a point.. a reason for being where I am. And someone to share it with. That's more than I ever had before.. and what else could you ask for?"

G'deon smiles thoughtfully, a moment passing before he nods in agreement. "Very true, Tatia, very true. Nylanth is even /more/ than I'd ever dreamed of in my lifetime. Two Turns ago I would have been content to become a journeyman, be posted somewhere, though I'd hoped for High Reaches truthfully, then eventually to settled down life a good Crafter, have a family... now?" He shrugs slightly and grins, his eyes flashing towards the ledge before wandering back towards the fire. "Now I have Nylanth... the rest can wait at the very least, and if it never happens, I'll still be happy."

Tatia shoves herself forward in her chair, propping one elbow on the tabletop so she can rest her chin there. "Isn't funny how priorities and goals just kinda.. shift themselves around to accommodate our lifemates? Nothing we wanted before that day seems to matter..." Her eyes glow at the thought, resting on G'deon now that it's safe again. "There's never been anything as wonderful and perfect as the moment Vesp stepped up and called me."

G'deon bursts out laughing at this point, for some odd reason. "I just remember, my first thought being relief that Nylanth hadn't bowled me over after all, then the astonishment that I knew his name." He shakes his head slowly, still chuckling. "And after that, everything has really just been a blur of learning who he is, and who I am."

Tatia adds her laughter to G'deon's. "I was too concerned about how sharding hot my feet were to even notice her coming near... until suddenly someone's calling my name, and it's a voice I didn't know.. but I /did/ know." A soft sigh of contentment rises from the greenrider. "And we've got a whole lifetime to figure them out. Forever."

"Aye," G'deon answers, his voice tender in a way the former Smith never would have known. "And I must admit, I look forward to every new thought Nylanth brings me, every new experience. Even the silly comments he makes when he /thinks/ he knows all there is to know."

"Oh, so you get that too, huh?" Tatia's question holds amusement as she grins at him. "Vesp tells me the most outrageous stories.. the other night it was one about two stars who disobeyed the sky, which was like a weyrlingmaster.. but they still shone bright and the sky could never get them to stop." She shakes her head slightly, straightening. "At least when she's telling them, I don't have to." Not that she minds.. but Tat would feel remiss if she didn't complain about her lifemate's demands. She's not supposed to like work, of any shape or form.

G'deon laughs slightly, his head tilted to the side. "Nylanth doesn't usually tell stories, but he comes up with some interesting pictures sometimes. Mostly he just makes absurd judgments about people even /I/ don't always know."

Tatia's brow arcs upward with interest. "Judgements, huh? He's got an opinion of everyone?" She slides backward again, grinning as she draws her arms up to cross them over her chest. "So what's he think of me?" She can't resist the question, and her eyes flash teasingly at G'deon before flickering toward the ledge in amusement.

G'deon just laughs and shakes his head. "Honestly, I don't know, but I'll be sure to ask him," he replies, winking at her. "More often than not however he bases his opinions on their dragons, not on the riders themselves."

Tatia bursts into laughter, head shaking woefully. "Something of a scary thought," she intones. "With the things Vesp comes up with..."

G'deon laughs again and waves away her concern. "I wouldn't worry about it. So far he hasn't had anything negative to say about any of our clutchmates, you and Vespurath included."

"That's good to know," Tatia begins, gaze swinging toward the ledge in mid-sentence, though this time in response to the low croon that echoes from the ledge. Fixing G'deon with a wry smile, Tatia pushes her chair back to stand. "Speaking of which.. Vesp's complaining that I'm neglecting her woefully... I think I'm about to be cajoled into another story before I'm allowed to go to bed." Her hands reach to rest on the back of the chair, pushing it in slowly. "Thanks, Gid." What precisely the thanks is for isn't quite clear.. conversation, listening ear, hospitality. Whichever, the greenrider's grinning at him, head canted to one side. "I'd better be going."

G'deon quickly stands as well and raises a hand to wave to Tatia. "Aye, thank you as well," he replies softly. "Feel free to drop by anytime."

"You too," Tatia offers with a dip of her head. "Now that we've finally got everything arranged to taste.. I think." With one final grin, Tatia strides from the weyr.

Tatia steps out onto the ledge.

Nylanth> Tatia ducks out from the curtained weyr's entrance.

Nylanth> Tatia climbs up shadowed hide to settle between Vespurath's slender 'ridges.

Nylanth> Vespurath takes off for the central bowl.

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