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Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr

Ringed by rough granite walls to all sides but one, this end of the huge bowl narrows from the even broader plain to the west, continuing the ever so slight downward slope toward the blue and green of the Weyr's lake and surrounding foliage. More open to sun and wind than the western bowl, but less frequented when there aren't weyrlings in residence, the bowl's grassy tufts keep the topsoil in place and thicken into a bloodstained meadow within the feeding pens that adjoin the lake. At the base of the surrounding cliffs lie entrances to several caverns, including the dragon infirmary and the weyrling barracks: the former to the northwest near where the spires begin, the latter opposite to the southwest. Both archways are large and dark enough for any dragon to pass through, but it's the infirmary's that is haunted by faint smells of redwort and numbweed, as though over generations they have seeped into the very stone. To the southeast, between the weyrling area and the lake, there are a handful of structures built into the floor of the bowl, standing out amidst otherwise an empty space. Steady, today's snowfall sticks, creating dunes on the bowl floor.

L'sha trudges out of the barracks into the bowl to give Rillaeth some fresh air and a chance to stretch her legs and wings. He quickly fastens his heavy wherhide jacket to provide more protection against the cold. Rillaeth bounds around behind him to find where the snow is shallowest. Not the biggest fan of snow, she.

Ghena has been up since before dawn by the look of the dark circles under her eyes and the unkempt shock of hair which was likely the only battle she had won with her lifemate. The little blue for his part is already actively charging at his first quest of the day, clearing a spot for the green. Chivalry ain't dead after all. "Aye L'sha." The girl offers as she watches her life mate dig out the snow.

The valiant call of trumpets and the snap of banners in the wind reaches out. « Good Morning fair lady, didst thou sleep well? »

L'sha gives Ghena and Knioth a smile and a cheery wave as he sees them. "Hi there!" He peers at Ghena curiously. "You don't look so good. Have you been getting enough sleep?" L'sha awwws at Knioth's chivalrous gesture. "That's so sweet. Thank you, Knioth!" Rillaeth crooons to Knioth and quickly occupies the cleared space, but cocks her head and narrows her eyes a bit at the blue.

Like a transmission from the black depths of space comes Rillaeth's reply. « Well, sure, don't I always? And why're you talkin' so funny? Using them fancy-schmancy words? » (To Knioth from Rillaeth)

Ghena gives L'sha a pleading look. Don't encourage the beast, it seems to say. She gives a roll of her shoulders, "That one wanted his entire couch swept twice, the barracks cleaned, and things neat before he went to bed, then promptly woke at the crack of dawn, insisting I do the same. I just miss the days of leaving the cot unmade, and not having to worry about how I look." She states. The blue beams proudly when his work is appreciated. Though he settles on his haunches head titled, watching the green.

The clash of swords as in battle, the confusing clang of sword on sheild. « Sweet lady my words have always been thus, do they offend thee? I shall attempt to make them acceptable to thine ears.

L'sha's initial expression of surprise quickly turns into one of sympathy, his brows furrowing together at her tale of woe. "Oh, you poor thing. He sounds like a handful! My problem is just the opposite, she wants to sleep all day. Sometimes I just can't get her to rouse in the morning. Pretty soon I won't be able to carry her out to get to calisthenics on time." Rillaeth curls up in the spot cleared for her, her lids beginning to droop. L'sha cries out, "Hey! No! See what I mean? If I have to exercise in the morning, so do you, missy. Let's go, stretch out those wings!" He extends his arms as wide as he can to demonstrate.

Rillaeth opens an eye and looks around at Knioth. « Oh, are you still here? Couldn't understand you there. What's that now? Something about me being sweet? Pffft. And I ain't got ears. »

Ghena snickers a little bit as she watches the display, eyeing the small green. "Fortunately Knioth hasn't asked me to carry him in a while. You want help? I'm sure Knioth could wake her, though he tends to be doting on the ones he deems not porcines" The girl doesn't elaborate further. She nods to her life mate, "Come On Knioth Show her how it's done!" The blue stands stretching his wings as wide as he can, quite large in their own right, the almost silvery sails gleaming from fresh oil.

Banners in the wind with the clear ringing of trumpets calls again. « I simply mean that you are a lovely lady, and that I shall strive to meet your approval. » The sendings change and the wind kicks up as the dragon extends his wingsails, « Dost thou dislike the idea of flying so much that thou will not stretch thy wings? » (To Rillaeth from Knioth)

Rillaeth just *looks* at his rider for a moment, then uncurls and stretches her pinions, a couple of feet short of the blue's span. L'sha whistles appreciatively at Knioth. "He's well-oiled, too. Quite the fastidious one there." To Rillaeth, he says, "OK, now flap those wings!" He flaps his own arms to demonstrate, looking completely ridiculous. He looks at Ghena as he does so. "Oh, no, thanks, I'll manage somehow. You have enough work to do with Knioth, I wouldn't dare impose more on you." Rillaeth does actually enjoy this part, and begins flapping energetically, kicking up small whirlwinds of drifted snow towards the weyrlings.

To Knioth, Rillaeth croons at being called 'lovely,' « Why, thank you, kind sir. And heck no, I ain't afraid of flying! I can fly circles around you any day! Watch this! » *flap flap flap*

Ghena laughs as she watches the pair, "I would hope so, If he had so much as a speck of dirt on him, I don't think he'd let us leave the barracks until it was removed. She's such a pretty green though, I gotta wonder how she ended up so lovely when Teisyth is - well Teisyth." She laughs watching the two together. Knioth joins in the wing exercises with all the enthusiasm one might expect of the blue. "You sure? Rillaeth being around makes it easier on me, since he's got someone to preen and showboat for."

To Rillaeth, Knioth projects « A round of victory chants rises, « Beauteous and strong, truly a noble creature you are M'lady. » *joins in the flapping* »

L'sha sputters as he gets a faceful of airborne snow and wind. "Not the best place to stand, I guess. Why thank you! Knioth is such a handsome blue. But I love Teisyth, she's so sweet and funny! And, well, she looks...unique." Ever one to see the glass half full, that L'sha. At least he's stopped flapping his arms. "So...G'laer's your brother, right?" To Rillaeth, he calls out, "Keep it up, sweetie! Another minute!" Rillaeth bugles loudly and flaps even harder, determined to bury her rider in a snowdrift.

To Knioth, Rillaeth projects « Yes, I am, aren't I? You're not half bad yourself there. »

Ghena shrugs for the question about her brother, arm up against the dual efforts of their lifemates. "Yeah we share a set of parents I suppose. Thought he wouldn't be back here ever." there might be a hint of bitterness to the tone. "Still I suppose I can lord the fact that he impressed green instead of brown or bronze over him I guess." Knioth just keeps flapping, a bright trumpet showing he's not to be out done. "Just... well he wasn't supposed to stand this year."

Happy trumpets and crowds cheering can be heard. « One must strive to be the best in all things. »

L'sha looks down at the growing pile of snow now covering his knees. "Okay, that's enough!" He waves his arms to signal her to stop, then looks over at Ghena, raising his voice to be heard over the rising wind. "I take it you're not close? Not that I blame you. He's a hard one to get close to. I suppose he'd forgive you for teasing him about impressing green instead of bronze, but he'd probably beat me senseless if *I* did." He arches an eyebrow. "No? Why not? Did he have something else to do? I can't imagine that, having higher priorities than standing for a clutch." Rillaeth simply ignores his rider's command and gleefully whips up a blizzard.

Rillaeth projects « What's that, L'sha? Couldn't hear you, you're breaking up! »

Knioth egged on by the pretty girl dragon, keeps up his own efforts. Ghena gives him a look, but doesn't fault the blue for having a little bit of fun. "Come on Knioth, You pull a muscle and we will both be miserable." She shakes her head, "G'laer's my older brother by twelve years, we've never been close and he's not the best with kids, or people actually. This was supposed to be my year to stand, my chance to shine ya know? Instead here comes the 'boy' insinuating himself back into the weyr. Serves him right impressing Teisyth." It's not really anything against greens, more her understanding of the way her brother thinks. She personally enjoys the little dragon. "Eh, sorry - old wounds I guess. Yeah well, you and Rillaeth seem to be a perfect match you know. You have many siblings?"

Battle cries die down, and quiet settles in. *Knioth folds his wings at mention of a sprain.* « Impressive M'lady, quite impressive. » (To Rillaeth from Knioth)

L'sha sighs, looking a bit hurt by the insinuation. "Don't say that, Impressing a green isn't some kind of punishment. At least, not in my opinion. G'laer seems to think so, though. He keeps harping on about Teisyth not being a bronze. I just don't understand how he can think like that." He shrugs, trying not to let it bother him, then shakes his head. "No siblings as far as I know. Shani might have had other kids besides me, but I never met them. L'drel's a green rider and he mostly had male weyrmates, so no other brothers and sisters on that side. You might say I take after him in that regard," he adds, with a grin. "Rillaeth and I are well-matched, that's true, but we do have our little differences. Speaking of which, someone's not following orders." Rillaeth is, however, getting tired finally, so the snowstorm subsides and she folds her wings. L'sha emerges from the waist-high drift and walks over to her, a look of concern on his face.

Rillaeth projects « Hah! Told ya! Whew, that takes a lot outta you. »

Ghena chuckles, "I know it's not, it is to him though. It's easy, He's the only boy in a nest of girls, and this was his absolute last chance to impress, controversial as that might be. Really... he shouldn't have at all." She smiles at L'sha for the comment, pulling herself from the snow as well. She seems used to Knioth's overzealousness. "Your lucky in that, no extra siblings I mean. I think there may be eleven of our brood all told. All girls 'cept Grr." She uses her brother's almost affectionate nickname. Knioth is still preening so he must be fine. "You worried about any of it then? I mean any of the things that come with being a rider."

To Rillaeth, Knioth projects « Indeed it does sweet lady. Indeed it does! »

L'sha kneels by Rillaeth and silently asks her to extend her right wing, then inspects it carefully, smoothing over her wing sails, fingers and joints. Aloud, he says, "G'laer's a good person, though, I have a lot of respect for him. In fact, I like him, when he's not being a complete ass. Which is...well, most of the time, I guess. Wow, eleven? Amazing. Worried? I don't think so. Flying should be no problem, provided that this little lady doesn't wrench a wing before getting into the air." He raps his knuckles gently and affectionately on the top of Rillaeth's noggin. "Mating flights, no problem. I'm a bit...apprehensive about going *between*, but the training should take care of that. Same as flying drills and formation. Not too worried, really." He repeats his inspection of Rillaeth's other wing, looking relieved as she seems fine, warbling happily. He whispers, "When I ask you to stop, you stop, okay? Love you." He kisses her head knobs gently.

Ghena shrugs, the jury is still out on how she feels about her brother at the moment. She smiles watching the interaction between dragonet and rider. Knioth flops in the snow, making dragon angels, his playmate otherwise occupied at the moment. "Between - yeah that's something that's kind of worrisome. I'm more concerned about that one getting himself hurt overexerting." The blue peers from his snow cave - angel - thing before returning to it. "You have the patience of a saint L'sha, truly, how is it you manage to see the best in people. Even my good for nothing brother.

L'sha chuckles. "He does seem to have a need to prove himself. Got to be careful about that one." At Ghena's compliment, she shrugs and smiles. "Oh, I don't know, guess I've always been like that. Someone has to, everyone around here seems so pessimistic and grumpy all the time." Her inspection complete, Rillaeth bounds over to explore Knioth's snow cave.

To Knioth, Rillaeth projects « There he goes again, using big words. Hmph. Hey, whatcha got over there? Looks neat. »

And what a splendid snow cave it is, its starting to look like a fort or even a castle. A tail thump there, a claw mark there. It's progress. His lifemate watches, tilting her head at her fellow weyrling's words. "G'laer was the only one I thought of as grumpy, well him an that Rh'mis guy. Your optimism is refreshing, at least. Hey how did you do with the academics? I have a feeling I'm going to be struggling."

The sound of hooves and feet marching and banners snapping in the air. « Tis my castle to defend from the unjust and unworthy! » (To Rillaeth from Knioth)

L'sha hehs and runs a hand over his head a bit sheepishly. "Well, I'm not the brightest, I guess, but I'm not the dimmest glow, either. I tend to daydream in class when I should be paying attention. I think I should manage to pass, though. I hope." He looks over at the barracks. "Well, it's been lovely chatting with you, sweetie, but it's getting near time for lunch and this one needs a rest." He points a thumb over his shoulder at Rillaeth, who peeks out of the fort and reluctantly trots over to her lifemate.

Ghena nods, "Probably gotta feed him now that you mention it. Was fun."