Logs:Beach
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| RL Date: 8 September, 2012 |
| Who: Brieli, N'rov, E'ten |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Iesaryth wants to go to the beach, but that's a surprise to E'ten and N'rov. Brieli and E'ten get a chance to chat, or realize they haven't really. |
| Where: Beach, Southern Boll |
| When: Day 25, Month 9, Turn 29 (Interval 10) |
| Beach, Southern Boll The sea stretches in from the boundless horizon, eventually crashing in large white-capped waves upon a broad shore of pale sand. Well back from the high-tide marks, a sharp cliff range marks the transition between surf and turf -- giant rock walls are hollowed out at their bases from years of higher tides in some places, and in others, tropical scrub marches all the way down steep hillsides to the shore. She's not surprised by taking /anything/ out - Iesaryth is awesome, remember? Though seafoam is an interesting weapon... « Do they need a bigger fish? I could find one. » It could take time, though - and at heart, Iesaryth really doesn't want to work /that/ hard. « Shan is done with her... » She's vague on the concept of relation, but. Family. « We will come. » With or without fish. (Iesaryth to Vhaeryth) « They could use one, » Vhaeryth decides, even as he sniffs at some smooth sea-washed wood (can he see it, there, on the white sand?). « Sometime. » Some amorphous time, not now, that needn't slow her down /for/ now. Or for whenever. « I do not know how long we will stay. » A long time, he'd like that, but he'd also like to be /flying/. (Vhaeryth to Iesaryth) With patient forbearance, « She says no fish this time. » Iesaryth is not dimmed by this, merely a little put-upon; her and her /moods/. At least they bring no clouds to her skies this time! As for long, she does not mind, but she won't pass that along, just in case someone decides there are better uses of time - though is that /really/ all that likely? « We'll be there soon. » (Iesaryth to Vhaeryth) Adiulth peers over the sands, lowering his muzzle just above the pale sands with a slow whuffle of air. Just to stir them before pulling back with a rumble that could have been a draconic shrug, if E'ten wasn't in the process of dismounting from the straps to take a leap into the sands directly. "It's nice to know that we're not spending our rest day on a boat. And there's nothing wrong with fire dancers. It makes me wonder if Ali has managed to get a lesson or not. But speaking of... I have a couple of apprentices to take there. I offered." The bronze acknowledges in a quick mirror-shimmer of her own light: yes, yes, she's clever. (Vhaeryth to Iesaryth) "Hear, hear. Not that it's not /fun/," exhilarating in quite a different way from riding, if also somewhat sea-smellier, but then N'rov's glancing back at his friend. He hesitates, then agrees rather than clarifies this time, saying, "I wonder if the woman's other shows are the same, or if she does it differently each time. Or even /some/ times." He dismounts likewise, but more lingeringly, with a pause high up, and then partway down, and then further down. Once, his palm smooths reddish-bronze hide, a small sneak of a caress. "Anyway, apprentices. Harper apprentices? Healers venturing into your secret dragonhealing sanctum?" There's yet another dragon that appears up above, this one sunburst gold, and pleased enough about her location to rumble pleasantly and brightly to all once she's lazily circled down to be within earshot. Iesaryth takes her time about landing too, because why bother rushing in such lovely weather? It might be nice for her /rider/, but that's not really her problem as the moment, as she settles herself on the sand, wings rustling. She had to wait, so... She rumbles and... /Saw you!/ Vhaeryth teases without words as his head lifts, sending an image of her descent: look how she's grown. So much larger than the rest of the peninsula behind her. Surely it's not just foreshortening. (Vhaeryth to Iesaryth) All seafoam and sparkly waves now as there's ocean and warmth, Iesaryth sprays some his way again at the image, playfully. « She says I will still grow. Bigger than you. » Not than the /land/, no, for all Vhaeryth might tease her. (Iesaryth to Vhaeryth) For some reason, some very strange reason, the seafoam she sprays lingers about the image-Iesaryth's cheeks and chin: right where his very human rider might be seen to shave off the excess hair, mornings... and if it's also reminiscent of an aged burgher's beard, so much the better, however incongruous on her otherwise sleek self. « It could happen, » Vhaeryth allows, agreeably if not exactly convincingly. But then, that's what /her/ rider's for. « Never cut what you can untie. » (Vhaeryth to Iesaryth) « That looks ridiculous. » But Iesaryth can't help but lighten at bit at the image, even if he is mocking /her/. And not believing her besides - she, who is the authority in /all things/. She's too laid-back to truly be insulted, but there's a thin, thin thread of real pique there; he'll /see/. « Will you swim here? Or fly? » She might just sprawl in the sand, but could be convinced otherwise. (Iesaryth to Vhaeryth) But is it a thread that he can untie? « I might sun, for now, » Vhaeryth replies with a wriggle against his still-on straps: after all, he shouldn't get those wet. And after all, she'd like to sprawl, for now. For now. (Vhaeryth to Iesaryth) E'ten follows the glance upwards after N'rov's initial turn towards the skies, not sure why until the presence of another gold causes his lips to turn higher in a knowing smile as he turns to lean against the darker bronze of Adiulth's hide. "Well, beast crafter. One of them, at least. The other is a smith, I think," he says, lifting a hand higher to wave to Brieli and Iesaryth with a questioning tilt of his head to N'rov. Expected? Not that he seems to mind at all. "That wouldn't be the one girl, name of Steely or Sailing or something like that, would it?" N'rov asks, with a bemused shrug to answer E'ten's glance: not expected but, given the exuberance in the upward wave that follows it, not a problem. Not for /him/, anyway. "Thought it would be just us," he tells his friend in so many quiet words, "But if you've got an issue, say the word. As long as you're fast," because Iesaryth's about to come into earshot, and then she is, settling. Vhaeryth's evidently pleased enough to sprawl invitingly, by way of illustration, but N'rov seems to be more concerned with checking that her rider's lovely limbs are, indeed, still intact. How long does Iesaryth stay annoyed with anything? And how long with Vhaeryth, in particular. Even that minor deference thins it out to near nothingness; sprawling next to him is nice. Straps are indeed less so, but if they go sooner than later, perhaps no swimming. (Iesaryth to Vhaeryth) /Near/ nothingness... but still and all, it's better. And there are wavelets to come up and try and reach them with their tiny foamy paws. (Vhaeryth to Iesaryth) It seems, as Brieli finally, /finally/, is permitted to dismount and strip off her jacket with a quickness, that the tall young woman is, in fact, in one piece. Not a long leg or slender arm missing, nor is she scarred, bandaged, or bleeding. She drops her things on the beach in a pile behind her, leaving Iesaryth to go find a warm spot on the sand next to Vhaeryth. Maybe its all their fault. She'll lift a hand before approaching, polite enough to let the boys finish their conversation, just in case - quite a contrast to the wedding gather. Now able to lie in the sun and sand and watch the water, the sound of her ocean matching the sound of the waves on the beach, she's content enough to let it go. Content to stretch out a paw to let the little foamy waves lap over talons. (Iesaryth to Vhaeryth) "Selene." Taking effort to remember the name, E'ten gives his head the slightest of shakes as he remains against Adiulth so that his response might be blocked in some measure by their latest addition to the beach going party. The bronze dragon, for his part is regarding the gold politely but doesn't intrude on any sprawling attempts or successes. "I'll stay awhile then give you quiet time together," he murmurs before stepping around his dragon with a wave to the now grounded rider. "Hello, Brieli! We don't bite. Well, Adiulth and I don't." "That would be her." N'rov's got a relieved look to him, the more so when he sees that Brieli's hair hasn't gotten an impromptu hackjob either, and he shoots a quick grin over to E'ten in additional reply before beckoning her in their direction. "Fancy meeting you here," he says, while Vhaeryth busies himself in poking at the waves that come up to greet them: one way to get wet without getting his straps damp, after all. "Herdbeasts might be an exception. Also, gruel, which ordinarily you'd think a man would just swallow down, but E'ten's polite like that." "Hello, E'ten. I try not to, but it really all depends on the moons," Brieli calls back, offering a wide smile as she approaches. Iesaryth has another little greeting for Adiulth, but she's mostly interested in the water, the waves lapping up on the beach. Squinting up at the sky as she sidles up to N'rov, aiming to slip an arm around his waist, "Herdbeasts. And... well. My apologies." She offers that up to both, looking between them. "Iesaryth told me we were to come. I suppose it didn't get passed along." There's a shrug, though she glances up N'rov's way at that, if briefly. E'ten wryly notes, "We don't bite people. Especially goldriders and their dragons." The last with a polite nod of his head towards Iesaryth, the rider regards both while resuming his lean against the dragon with one shoulder with an easy shake of his head. "Stay. Besides, it's our rest day. I came to keep company with N'rov for a little while before returning to Fort. There's still some things that Adiulth wants to check on." Translation would be that it's the rider instead. "I have a couple of apprentices who want to visit the traveling show... when it's not raining so much." N'rov meets Brieli with a casual reach for /her/ shoulders, because clearly they have to be attached at the hip whenever they're in each other's vicinity. The kiss for her cheek, though, for that upwards glance, it's more like reassurance. "Him again," he says in a low voice, before shutting up to listen to E'ten, and then to nod here and there. "Too bad the meadow isn't paved, I suppose, but then it wouldn't be much of a meadow. Or is it the apprentices you're concerned about, instead of Adiulth's paws?" Clearly. At least they leave it at being attached? Tragically, "I suppose it would be too easy to ask if you bite." Brieli looks up at N'rov with a disappointed expression, so sad. Back to E'ten in his lean, arching fine brows, quirking a smile, "Mm, yes. I'm sure he's terribly diligent about hidework. And we were just at the Hold, it wasn't raining at all. Strange. It's definitely still muddy, though." That kiss to her cheek doesn't seem to reassure her all that much, her gaze flickering over to the dragons. "They're fixing everything up for the wedding, it should look quite nice." Abruptly N'rov checks the angle of the sun, mutters something apologetic about the /time/ and being /late/, and then he and Vhaeryth are off to report to his mother just as quickly as they can. "Hopefully the weather will clear up before the wedding," E'ten remarks as he pushes away from the dragon at his shoulder to glance between both with a smile. "Not particularly concerned. The apprentices can handle themselves but there was a rider or two that I wanted to check in on before it gets too late and I'm slipping and sliding in the mud." Then N'rov's rushing off and it's only after the two leave that he laughs, one hand lifting to run through his hair with a rueful shake of his head. Just shaking her head a little as N'rov heads off so suddenly, Brieli watches he and Vhaeryth go seeming tolerantly amused; Iesaryth is only mildly disturbed. As long as she doesn't have to move much. "It's sort of an odd time for an outdoor wedding, isn't it?" she asks E'ten. "Not too warm, and there /is/ likely to be a lot of sliding around in the mud. Someone will fall over in a nice dress, and I can't imagine the Harpers are pleased about being passed over." A pause, before, "They must have some sort of plan for the mud." "It does seem strange but I haven't heard any news out of Fort Sea Hold in awhile," E'ten remarks, his expression shifting somewhat as he recalls something apparently given the lapse of a smile on his part. "On the other hand, I'm not sure if the Weyrleaders will let N'rov and attend the wedding. It's.. complicated. But it's been a long while since we've been weyrlings, so all should be well." Alluding to so much without saying so, the bronzerider gets an idea. "Has N'rov ever shown you where his mother lives?" "What could be so complicated that you'd be kept from a party practically on your doorstep?" Brieli wonders, surely noting that lack of smile - making up for it with a bright, encouraging one of her own. E'ten can tell her all about it! "And if if happened that long ago, then certainly, it shouldn't be an issue now." Tilting her head to the side at the question, perhaps bemused, "No. I... I don't ask people a lot about family. It's something I'm trying to change." "A somewhat successful attempt to find out what happened to a few missing parcels?" It's the first response that comes from E'ten as he considers how much to say without getting N'muir glaring down at him. "We got in trouble for going off and trying to solve mysteries while still weyrlings. I doubt that they knew we were riders at the time though. The people in the Fort Sea Hold area, that is." On hearing that she doesn't know, he pauses and asks, "I can give you the visual before Adiulth and I head back to Fort?" Amused, "I'd just go with 'successful'. Even somewhat is a success, yes? And it's usually best if they don't know you're riders, I suppose." Brieli's smile fades a little at that, but she continues on easily, "And what weyrlings don't get in trouble. At least it was over something productive. I only get in trouble over my weakness and vanity." She's light enough for it though - but hesitates at E'ten's offer. "Don't let me chase you off. And I wouldn't want to--" Pry. Interrupt. But. "It wouldn't hurt, I guess. Thank you." "Only if you need to find him later," E'ten assures, intent on not causing any problems for either of them as he reaches up to take a firm grasp of the straps against Adiulth's hide. "And you're right. If we didn't get in trouble, then I would have been concerned. It was for a good cause though. No one can say otherwise and you're not chasing me off. We never get to talk much these days, it seems. Have you been to Fort lately?" "Just in case, yes," Brieli agrees, quickly enough to be convincing herself as well as just taking that assurance from E'ten; it's not like she'd be /going/ there or anything, they'd just know how. No big deal. With a grin, "Right. For a good cause. I rather thought my hair was a good cause, but Meara disagreed. Strongly." Touching her now much-longer curls absently, "We haven't talked much at all, actually. And I've been by for packages, mostly - and to the Hold. A few visits. I'll certainly be by for the eggs, though." "I.." Hair. Good cause. "My sister would have thought so," E'ten answers, knowing his sibling well enough to say that from memories of his younger but current harper. "I'll have Adiulth send the image and we'll look forward to seeing you and Iesaryth soon. Adiulth's been keeping eyes open for possible candidates, but it gives me a reason to travel from time to time." "You don't have to think so," Brieli tells E'ten, like it's a secret. "It's all right. I'll live." With a wide grin, she glances Iesaryth's way before, "Well, she's not going anywhere anytime soon, but thank you. I do appreciate it." That seems sincere enough, for all that she can't quite look at him while she says it. Stepping down the beach towards the sprawling, dozing gold, "Let us know if you're around, and we'll do likewise. Hope the rain's cleared up at home." |
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