[L/V] At the Meeting
RL: May 18, 2011.
VR: Late at night, day 26, month 9, turn 25 of Interval 10.
During the meeting, Leova stays under the radar and E'dre entertains.
Through all the mutterings, the grumblings and cawings, she sat there quietly between the two men. It was good to have clutchmates as bookends again, tipsy-looking E'dre on one side, S'trun on the other, brownrider twice surprising bronzerider into a guffaw.
So, the Monaco bronzerider wouldn't look on his own. So, he wouldn't share his ring. She remembered it, though, from Vrianth's image, from Rius...
Static blocked out /that/ name before she could think it.
She thought instead, deliberately: River Bend. They'd flown over, casually, a couple days past. She thought maybe next time they'd land. Look around. Just to see.
In the meantime, she wondered about that... history. About what they'd find, if there really was something to be found. About what as-they-thought-fit would really mean in practice, though she suspected she knew.
She wondered what the others thought they'd get out of it. Like Lujayn. Z'yi.
The arguing grew tiresome. She leaned against S'trun's shoulder, shared a smile with E'dre, nearly slept. When all the dust had settled, the brownrider had become the so-convenient possessor of a short straw, the other two jumbling in with him.
As it happened, when the nondescript greenrider wandered off with the rest, she hadn't drawn a straw at all.
VR: Late at night, day 26, month 9, turn 25 of Interval 10.
During the meeting, Leova stays under the radar and E'dre entertains.
Through all the mutterings, the grumblings and cawings, she sat there quietly between the two men. It was good to have clutchmates as bookends again, tipsy-looking E'dre on one side, S'trun on the other, brownrider twice surprising bronzerider into a guffaw.
So, the Monaco bronzerider wouldn't look on his own. So, he wouldn't share his ring. She remembered it, though, from Vrianth's image, from Rius...
Static blocked out /that/ name before she could think it.
She thought instead, deliberately: River Bend. They'd flown over, casually, a couple days past. She thought maybe next time they'd land. Look around. Just to see.
In the meantime, she wondered about that... history. About what they'd find, if there really was something to be found. About what as-they-thought-fit would really mean in practice, though she suspected she knew.
She wondered what the others thought they'd get out of it. Like Lujayn. Z'yi.
The arguing grew tiresome. She leaned against S'trun's shoulder, shared a smile with E'dre, nearly slept. When all the dust had settled, the brownrider had become the so-convenient possessor of a short straw, the other two jumbling in with him.
As it happened, when the nondescript greenrider wandered off with the rest, she hadn't drawn a straw at all.