Memories (21.12) (Tish, any)

[fireflash]

OOC: would like Tish to have a chat with some dragons if anyone is up for it... riders to don't really mind.

Tish had found herself with some free time on her hands and after everything over the last sevendays even the last two sevendays she could do with some down time. It was made all that more difficult to get away from it all due to the weather. The previous day had seen blizzard like conditions whip round the island battering the weyr and its inhabitants, although it hadn't stopped a green from rising. Will I ever get used to that? she thought to herself. The draw on her HAD senses was no way near as intense as the goldflight had been, in fact she only noticed it due to her proximity to the dragon when she rose but it was still unsettling. Not that she really minded how it made her feel, it was just the suddenness of it, that and not being able to satisfy that desire this time. She shook her head to dismiss the thought and focused on where she was going.

She had grabbed her thickest jumper, which in truth was two sizes too big as it had belonged to V'yel. He had given it to her when the weather had turn as she had yet to acquire a full winter wardrobe having literally washed up with only the clothes on her back. It still smelled of him and she pulled it about herself with a smile. The only other thing she carried with her was her wooden pipe, tucked in her boot strapping. She was heading to the bowl, the only big open area inside of the weyr itself. People tended to pass through there rather than hang around, so Tish figured she could find a reasonably isolated spot.

Crossing the sandy covered floor she made her way to the far side, eying some small boulders on which to sit. It was quite her today, quieter than usual even, people didn't seem to be moving about unless they really had to. Settling herself down, crossed legged, hands resting on ether leg she closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She wasn't really sure what she was trying to achieve by this but it felt good to just let her mind wander and relax; although in doing so she let in all the voices of the dragons. But she let them wash over her not focusing on what was being said. She stayed like this for some minutes before absentmindedly retrieving her pipe and starting to play. Her mind still drifting.....

She was fairly skilled at playing her little wooden instrument and a hauntingly, soulful tune floated its way across the bowl. It was a tune her mother had taught her many turns back, but this Tish did not know, one of the memories still closed to her. For now however, it was instinctive, her fingers moving over the little pipe as they had done many times before. Tish's eyes closed, her thoughts adrift...

[kendrall]

((OOC - Oreath's game!))

Oreath's head perked up when he thought he heard a rather odd, if not unusual noise, coming down from the Bowl. The Bronze's eyes tried to focus on where the sound was coming from, but he couldn't quite figure it out. He nudged his mate to get her attention, then crooned in the direction of the noise. I don't know what that is, Lady Josiath, but it sounds...soothing. You're welcome to join me if you wish. Standing up and stretching, the large Bronze made his way towards the outer ledge of the perch he shared with the Senior Queen, then spread his wings and leapt into the air.

He circled around for a moment, looking down into the Bowl to determine who or what was making the soothing tune. Oreath finally spotted a young looking Pernese sitting cross-legged on a boulder, and his eyes squinted to get a better view. The Hears-All! He had yet to formally introduce himself to the Hears-All; perhaps this would be a good time now that his bonded was the Weyrleader.

Oreath slowly made his way down in a circular descent, coming to land roughly fifteen feet away from the girl. Folding in his wings, the Bronze crooned softly at her, his eyes a deep blue. Hears-All, I am Oreath. What is that you are holding to your mouth, that is making such wonderful music?[/color]

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Josiath had been sleeping with her nose buried under her wing as it was still very chilly. She lifted her head though when Oreath nudged her shoulder and yawned mightily. It sounds pretty, she said with a stretch.

The queen followed her mate down to the Bowl. She was curious to see just where the music was coming from. She crooned softly when she realized who was making the sound. She had met Tish before as the girl had helped her stay calm and know what was going on when Shayna was in such pain from being labor. She curled up next to Oreath to listen more.

Hello, she said friendly to Tish. She already knew the girl could hear her. And this was a much better occasion to actually talk to her then when she was panicked.

[fireflash]

Tish stopped play abruptly at the sound of two dragons landing so close to her, the air from their wing beats blowing her hair across her face. Removing the pipe from her lips and blinking she smiled when she saw Josiath land just behind Oreath. She hadn't really realized how much of a bond dragon and rider had with each other until she met Jo. The concern she had had for Shayna when she went into labour was nothing short of moving!

Although it had been Oreath that had spoken to her first, Tish greeted the gold first. Lady Josiath she projected with a bow of her head. Returning her gaze to the impressively large bronze she also greets him with a bow of her head Pleasure to meet you Oreath, my name is Tish, well temporarily anyway till I remember my actual name. She says with a smile that lights up her eyes, This is my pipe she continues in answer to his question, holding it out for him to see. I hope I didn't disturb you with my playing she says with a slight frown I wouldn't normally play it here but as I can't go outside really at the moment... she trails off watching both dragons carefully It helps me relax she says after a moment. Its one of the few things that I washed up with her eyes go distant.... still so many unanswered questions She blinks the errant thought away, her warm smile returning to her face.

I met Skith and his bonded T'rain the other day she say chatterly Think i managed to offend him slightly. Didn't really think it through and touch him with out asking. He was very good about it really and i jokingly said i'm gald he didn't eat me, don't think he understood the joke, although T'rain did she paused smiling at the memory They came with you from the future didn't they?

[kendrall]

Oreath stretched his forepaws out so he could rest, curling up with his mate as he watched the Hears-All hold the strange object near her mouth, only for her to stop and lower the object so she could look at the dragons. The Hears-All was proper to address Josiath first, then she bowed at the Bronze. It was odd for the Hears-All, the Bronze thought to himself, to not know her true name...but to call herself 'Tish'. A rather odd-sounding name, but Oreath seemed to think it was better than not knowing one's actual identity.

The strange object Tish was now holding up was called a 'pipe', and the Bronze stretched out his neck so he could take a closer look at it. A short object to be sure, with small holes down one side. Oreath wasn't sure what to make of it, only that he knew it produced a really soothing sound when Tish held it to her lips. But he had to reassure the girl somehow. No, Tish, you did not disturb myself nor Lady Josiath with your music. In fact, we find it rather soothing, and likewise wish for you to play on.[/color]

The Bronze continued to listen to the girl's thoughts, and crooned softly at her when she seemed not to know why there were unanswered questions. All will be revealed when it is time, young one. And you will be much wiser as a result.[/i][/color] Oreath watched her as she 'spoke' about Skith and T'rain, about her interaction with them, then asking if they had come with him from the future. Skith and His have much to learn, but nonetheless they are a fine pair. Mine has much hope for them, as he does for everyone under his leadership. And yes, Skith and His journeyed with me and Mine to come here, as did the others.. The concept of "future" was a bit foreign to the Bronze, as all he knew was this time and place was not the same where they had come from.

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Josiath crooned softly to Tish. She liked the young girl, which had helped when Tish had had to be the one to calm her down. Hello Tish, she said. The gold shook her head as she wrapped her tail around her hidequarters. I like the music. It is very pretty. She really didn't want Tish to stop playing.

The gold watched as Oreath studied the pipe. She decided to just stay curled up against him and not overwhelm Tish as the bronze was already trying to sort out just what the pipe was. It was very tiny, but then again, Tish seemed tiny compared to them as did their riders really. So maybe it was a good size. The gold wasn't sure.

[fireflash]

Tish smiled at Oreaths response, you really like my playing? she beamed, turning the small pipe over in her hands. Bringing it to her lips she moves as if to continue the tune but stops, a confused expression crossing her face. She sighs and drops her hands down to her lap, running her free hand through her hair in frustration. I can't remember it, that's so stupid! she says almost to herself. Looking at both dragons an earnest expression on her face feeling more of an explanation was called for, It was so familiar to me just now and yet now that I actually have to think about playing it, I, its... like an echo fading away, there but not there, hollow. I'm sorry that really must not make much sense. Tish had found this with a lot of things lately, her name being another one of them. When K'lar and his brothers had suggested names for her, Tish was the one that seemed the most familiar, similar. Her actual name was just out of her reach, on the tip of her tongue but yet distant. It would seem my memory has stage fright! she said with a smile that didn't reach her eyes, tucking the offending pipe back into her boots straps.

[kendrall]

Oreath's tail flicked back and forth across the ground, watching as Tish turned the pipe over in her hands, asking if he really liked her music. The Bronze crooned in support, then crooned his encouragement when the girl stopped suddenly. Don't give up, young one. It may seem as if it's lost to you but for the moment, but perhaps if you were just...let yourself go, try not to think about it? Would it help if you just let the music guide you, instead of you guiding it?[/b][/color] He couldn't be sure how else to say it; for the Bronze and his mate, finding their bonded seemed natural, almost instinct-like. Even though he lacked the same type of instinct as, say, Arieth or Duhath, Oreath was certain Tish had her own type of instinct within, and all she needed to do was to let it guide her.

He stretched out his neck, barely nuzzling the girl with his head when she put the pipe away. You needn't be afraid, Tish. Try playing some more.[/b][/color]

[sorra]

Josiath listened contentedly to the music. She was almost disappointed when Tish stopped playing, but then the girl seemed so upset. The gold crooned softly in encouragement. It is beautiful. Sometimes when you don't try so hard it comes. I know Shayna does that. She forgets something and once she stops thinking about it it comes to her. She had seen her rider do that many times. Maybe Tish would the same way. The gold didn't understand everything but it was worth a try.

The gold curled her tail around her again. She had thought about nuzzling Tish in comfort, but since Oreath had already done that she just remained curled up. No sense in frightening the girl. That surely wouldn't help her remember anything.

[fireflash]

Tish's mood was instantly lifted by both the supportive comments the two impressive dragons had made. "I have found that." she said out load to them both. Forgetting to mind speak having been distracted by Oreath's gentle touch. "but it seems to come back at such random moments, usually something else triggers it." she concludes. A small smile flits across her face "I'm given to understand that dragons have trouble retaining memories long term. So does that mean the conversation i had with Skith the other day he won't remember or do you remember things through your riders?" she asked with genuine interest.

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[kendrall]

Oreath simply looked at the girl, crooning supportively at her. His mate had chosen to stay where she was, obviously content just to be near the mighty Bronze. It sounded encouraging that Tish would eventually remember, but he wasn't sure what he else he could do to trigger the memory. He merely blinked at her when she asked the two dragons if it was true that they couldn't remember long-term memories, if the conversation she had with Skith would be forgotten or if dragons remembered things through their riders. Oreath lowered his head for Tish to rub the ridges if she chose to do so, but blinked at her before forming an answer, knowing she could hear his "voice".

We often forget things, Tish; some more than others, if ours do not...how do you say it..."refresh" our memories constantly? Mine has been through much, but he chooses to retain the memories, the experiences he has endured. I often hear him when he re-lives those moments, although I think he's unaware that I'm listening. I wish that Mine would let go of some of the more painful memories, as they only make him sad or angry. They do him more harm than good.

If Skith remembers, that will only be because his would have recalled the conversation.[/b][/color]

[sorra]

Josiath stretched out a bit on the warm ground and folded her wings delicately to her back. She liked the smile that appeared on Tish's face. She knew that a smile was good. When Shayna was smiling she was happy. And same with Venteran. The gold knew the boy smiled a lot. She finally did inch a bit closer to Tish though. She wouldn't mind a scratch or two if the girl was handing them out.

The gold thought for a minute as Oreath answered her question. It is true, we do not remember for long periods of time. Some dragons seem to remember quite a bit though. Although like Oreath said, our riders have to remind us a lot. If they forget then we will forget as well. She gently nuzzled Oreath's shoulder. Ours do have a tendency of remembering sad things sometimes. I do not like that. I would rather be happy.

[fireflash]

It would seem we have memory issues in common then she chuckled. Reaching out to scratch both dragons on their noses, first Oreath then Jo. She still marveled at their touch both their snouts warming Tish's cold fingers, she would have to get round to investing in some gloves. She sighed contently whilst continuing to scratch each dragon in turn, studying their individual faces. Their eyes fascinated her the most, she had noticed that they changed colour depending on what mood they where in, right now they both seemed contented, Tish too.

Hows Shayna's little doing? she projected presently to Jo. She had been meaning to pop by and find out but hadn't really found the right moment since the birth. Especially with M'eril now Weyrleader and it being R'bao's baby. She still wasn't sure what to make of it all. This raised another thought in her mind and as she wasn't sure if she had inadvertently already projected it to the two dragons she repeated it, I have heard you being addressed as Lady Josiath but Oreath do I need to address you with any title? she projected looking firstly at Jo and then Oreath. The structure of the weyr still confused her a little. She could understand how leadership changed but the flight lust she had experienced a seventhday or so before when Josiath had risen still raised a few questions, but they were ones Tish considered too personnel to ask the actual people involved. She would have to settle for asking V'yel instead in a hypothetical manner. She blinked, drawn back from her musing by the warm exhale of breath from Josiath. She was obviously doing a reasonable job of scratching her nose.

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Josiath crooned softly as Tish took turns scratching them both. Her eyes whirled a soft blue in contentment as her lids slowly started to close. The gold shifted slightly and opened her eyes again at Tish's question. She is doing well. She eats a lot. I hear Shayna up all the time with her. She didn't understand why Shayna had to be up so much since it wasn't like dragons nursed their babies. Although Shayna had brought Sanyara out to see her a few times, so Josiath knew the baby was growing and was healthy.

The gold looked over at Oreath. She had never thought about that question before. Would he want to be called something else? She guessed that would be up to him to decide, so she let him answer that.

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Oreath merely snuggled a little closer to his golden mate. He was content with the girl scratching his hide and Josiath's, alternating back and forth, but chose not to give a reply about having difficulty remembering things. It was best left unsaid. He closed his eyes briefly, but opened one eye and looked at Tish when she asked if the Bronze was to be addressed with any title. Oreath opened his other eye, but kept his head down so the girl could continue getting to know him. He knew Josiath was looking at him, wondering just how he would answer the question. If a dragon could chuckle, that was what Tish would hear in her head. No, young one. Even though some of my kind would prefer if you do, I myself have no need for a title. I am just simply content to be Lady Josiath's consort, as long as she continues to choose me.[/b][/color] Oreath looked over to the Senior Queen and gave her an affectionate nuzzle, then looked back at the girl.

Have you met Mine, Tish? Oreath asked inquisitively.