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The scribe had wondered, how long it would take after the first packet of data was gone through, she knew oral reports were preferred but for the sake of communicating a great deal in a short amount of time, these had been paper - quicker to burn than hide and far easier to dispose of by design. When the message came, she finally exhaled a breath making her way from the weyrling caverns to the nighthearth. Which thankfully was far quieter than Edyis had expected. A mug of Klah and a dash of whiskey fetched from the pot, and she's settling in to one of the chairs closest to the fire, sketches still in hand, she arranges them with the free hand, while waiting.

The slightly pudgy gold firelizard's bourne message has specifically requested a time later at night, and the nighthearth as a decent place to 'meet and greet.' Punctual, Alida arrives in a lazy stroll of muted footsteps, a rub at green eyes occuring as she looks around, ambles towards the hearth. For the sake of appearances, there's a small smirk-smile on her features for Edyis, the 'scribe' gaining a bob of her pale head before the bluie finally stops, then settles herself next to the other woman...in a rocking chair, no less. Not far behind her, aforementioned flit zips in as well, Pyrite taking up a perch upon one chair arm, where she's absently petted by her human. Churrrrr. "Well well, who've we got here?" is murmured around the remains of her smirk to Ed.

The most deceptively charming smile spreads, and Edyis suppressed a giggle at the chubby little gold. "If it isn't Glacier's most charming blue rider and company. She's gotten chubbier than I remember." It's an affectionate tone, before the scribe tilts her head. "To think I was afraid it might be weeks before I had the pleasure of your company again." She adjusts the sketches, closing the protective wrap around them.

"If you keep spreadin' it on like that, I might just have ta' throw up all over you..." Alida notes wryly, a faint hint of humor in her green eyes. There's no word or gesture, but soon enough, Pyrite flicks her dark-sunflower and saffron self over to Edyis' own perch, the little gold extending her neck and head to peer at the scribe, then angle it just so for some potential carresses. "Attention whore..." the bluerider notes with faintly rough humor of her pet, a subdued rocking in her chair taken up as she simply watches flit and femme for some moments, then flicks her gaze down to what's in Ed's hands. Low, almost musical, "Have you been sketchin' me on the sly again?" Smirkie.

"I'm always this charming." Edyis jokes playfully, "These are actually work related believe it or not, but If I could get you to hold still long enough I'd be able to do a few for you, caveat being that you smile. But these are Weyrlings - color and feature notations for the hatching record." She states dismissively as fingertips provide the aforementioned caresses with a chuckle. "Sweeps go long today?"

"Remind me ta toss my cookies later, then..." the bluerider murmurs, nodding at Edyis' words of what the sketches truly represent, Alida then making a false tsking sound while shaking her head a little. "Y'know that popular word has it that I only smile when I'm on the hunt." Just for a little extra 'zing,' the blonde lets one of those rarer (for her) expressions touch her mouth for a moment, before it becomes a shade darker, as per usual. Pyrite finds her wants unanswered, and with a faint sigh, flits back over to her mistress, to take up a lazy flop upon one of the bluie's thighs. "Same as usual... but no rain made it easier." Damned 'Reachian flakey Spring weather. "Mind if I take a look?" is politely inquired of those sketches. "I may not be an artist, but I c'n appreciate beauty well enough." And if the lazy and detailed look 'lida offers Ed's fine form is any indication, she's not lying.

The sketches are passed over, and Edyis laughs and giggles in the appropriate moments, and shrugs for the tossing cookies comment. "The damp has been terrible this year, or maybe it's just getting to lounge in all that hot sun in the south has absolutely spoiled me." She studies the bluerider's expressions curious at the woman's appraisal of her work, concerned with it even. So she waits a beat for the assessment. "I've got a very good memory, and those are roughs, pre color and ink." She comments off handedly, "I'd love to do one of you and your blue, even Pyrite if she would ever sit still long enough." And from her expression the drawing is already composed in her mind.

"Eats right inta' yer bones...'specially when yer flying..." Alida comments briskly of the foul dampness, her nose wrinkled up a little. That, too, is no deception. There's intensive study of those various sketches, the bluerider keeping them curved and closer to her torso, almost as if she was playing a light hand of dragon poker, and on occasion she offers a soft sound of interest upon the warm air between them. "Mmm... true ta' life..." is commented of one particular sketch, which sees the guard nodding softly as she focuses in on it. At some point after Edyis has spoken again, the woman lifts her head, and gives the scribe a thoughtful look, then squaring away the precious paper in her hands as she glances down at the quiet flit on her lap. A hint of a soft smile ghosts over her lips for a moment, transforming into a knowing bit of a smile-smirk as she levels her greens once more on the other woman. "We'd enjoy that...an' Pyrite is just lazy enough ta be able ta sit fer hours." A soft little buzz of what might be pleasure issues from the tiny gold's throat, her half-lidded green eyes whirling slowly as her name is spoken. "Gimme' a rough idea when y' might find some time, an' we'll do our best ta carve out a block uv' a few hours, too." She sounds quite sincere. Headquirk. "Would y' mind if I took a closer look at some uv these? I'd just keep 'em overnight; get 'em back ta ya' tomorrow afternoon." A sudden, impish grin. "Promise not ta stain 'em too much." Wink.

The hesitation is perhaps understandable given the nature of her work, but eventually she relents. "No stains, you have to promise! I can always make copies if one in particular strikes your fancy or get variations on the same subject, as for Sketching you," a thoughtful pause, " I can probably fit in sketching you all sometime next week, between getting a few other projects completed." She tilts her head a moment, "Which ones drew your fancy?"

"Promise..." Alida notes dryly, holding one hand over her heart for a moment. "Sounds good..." the blonde notes of Ed's indication that she could vary the sketches somewhat, the drawings very carefully settled into the inner pocket of her riding jacket. "Sounds do-able, unless my schedule changes. I'll keep you updated. She knows ya' well enough, now." A fuzzling of fingertips over Pyrite's sunny hide indicates the 'who' that statement is attached to. As for the specific sketches, "Mind walkin' with me to Ilicaeth? He wants ta see 'em first hand with you there, too. " Nothing like furthering the deception...which is also - in ways - a truth.

Edyis smiles, "Of course I don't mind, I haven't laid eyes on him in a while either. It would be good to make additional references. " The young scribe pulls to her feet dusting off the apron with a practiced hand. After all the best deceptions are often formed from the truth. "It did stop raining didn't it?"

"Not a drop..." Alida indicates after double-checking with her lifemate for the barest moment. Spoken in stage whisper, "Betcha' he's just lookin' fer scritches..." Outside in the Bowl, there's a loud snort of derision from the blue dragon...which makes his human smirk. Pyrite is scooped up, and settled about the back of the woman's neck before she rises, 'lida then keeping lazy strides with Ed as they move out towards the Bowl. And if she looks well-pleased while they pass an old auntie looking to warm her bones at the night hearth... well, it all works for her.