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>---< Grounds, Nabol Hold(#1890RJ) >-----------------------------------------<

  A land of gently rolling hills and dark soil, Nabol stretches out across  
  the southern end of High Reaches' territory. Most of the land is devoted  
  to sprawling farms and orchards; even the fallow areas are overgrown      
  forests of apple and other fruit trees. A number of rivers and smaller    
  streams cut across the land, providing excellent irrigation. With the     
  temperate climate and abundant greenery, animals are widespread, frequent 
  visitors to the forests and fields. The main Hold rises abruptly up from  
  the land, a fortress carved into cliff faces that spring from the valley  
  around it.                                                                
                                                                            
  All day long, from sunrise until nearly the middle of the night, a        
  miserable, cold drizzle falls from a layer of dull gray clouds.           

>------------------------------------------< 1D 4M 37T I10, spring night >---<

The first day of spring hasn't started off with a bang, but with a drizzle that appears, by all accounts, to have hung over Nabol all day. When they emerge from between, the air is only slightly warmer than between, Leiventh's tight descent fending off any chance of staying dry. The angular bronze lands, just outside the courtyard, and R'hin's quick to release his straps, turning with a quizzical look, as if prepared to help Edyis with hers.

Edyis looks very grateful for the coat from the she huddles into it. Her long fingers and practice making the release of her straps go swiftly. She slips down from the bronze with her customary appreciative pat to the dragon's hide in thanks. "I suppose at least, rain is better than snow." She decides before glancing to the rider in sudden mock suspicion. "Does this mean I owe you a separate turnday gift?"

The slight grunt from R'hin suggests he might disagree, though he's quick to climb to the ground after Edyis. Leiventh, as ever, seems oblivious to the appreciation, tucking in wings and tail neatly, falling into a still posture, eyes completely lidding against the rain. The Savannah Wingleader gives Edyis a look at her mention of his Turnday, and it earns a wordless, dismissive shake of his head. With a hand on her elbow, the bronzerider seeks to guide her in through the archway, turning left shortly after, heading towards a cave. The day is gloomy enough that the glows within are probably welcome, the space widening out into a big cavern suitable for storage. At present, it is host to wagons, their owners, and their items of trade, it would seem.

She just smiles sweetly under that look; her attention shifting from R'hin to what lays beyond the archway and around that turn. Dark eyes drink in the shapes and colors, items, wagons, and people; a million questions at the tip of her tongue but not voiced. Instead, Edyis pulls the coat more tightly about herself, looking to his lead for her cues.

It's still quite cool in the cave, but there are barrels here and there built up with fire that one can stop at for warmth. Most of the occupants are busy, though -- busy moving boxes and other items from where they've been stacked against the wall into their wagons. "The Beowins don't wait around for full spring. They'll be heading off in a couple of days," R'hin murmurs, as he leads them towards a particular wagon, where a woman close to his own age is directing the loading of her wagon, two young boys leaping to her instructions.

"Isn't that taking a calculated risk if there is a late snow in some of the mountain passes?" The question escapes almost before Edyis realizes she has uttered it, her eyes drawn to the loading of the wagon with increased interest, taking in every detail.

"They've been doing this for longer than you, or even I," with a rueful grin, "Have been alive. Destina, and her father Garain before him, pay close attention to the weather." R'hin waits until the woman notices him, and then his grin turns into a dark chuckle. The woman stares at him silently for a moment, strides over, and throws her arms around him. Then with a look towards Edyis, "Is this her?" R'hin's, "Mmmhmm," is soon followed by, "Edyis, this is Destina." The woman corrects with a smile, "Tina."

Edyis nods appreciatively, but any questions about weather watching immediately stifled into silence by the sudden enthusiasm of Destina's hug, brown eyes going somewhat wide. She manages to recover her surprise somewhat sheepishly, a nervous but not at all unfriendly twist to her lips as she greets the woman, hands stuffed into her pockets. "It is a pleasure to meet you Tina."

Tina gives Edyis a careful up and down scrutiny, and then to R'hin: "Are you sure about this?" The bronzerider gives the slightest twitch of shoulder, then a nod. Tina turns her gaze back to Edyis: "You'll travel with us. We'll see how you get on. How long can you spare her?" This is, presumably, to R'hin, since she's looking at the bronzerider; R'hin's looking at Edyis in turn. "As long as she needs," he says, after a measured pause.

Shoulders held a little straighter under the scrutiny; it is when Tina announces that she will be traveling with them that the former scribe's face goes nearly blank of expression eyes shifting between R'hin and Tina. Several beats of silence pass, "However long you can put up with me." She answers finally.

Tina gives a brief snort. "As long as you can pull your weight... why don't you help my boys load the wagon?" she gestures towards the pair of teenage boys. Apparently pulling her weight involves physically as much as anything. R'hin gives what is (probably) an encouraging nod towards Edyis, then leans his shoulder into Tina's, murmuring something in a low voice. Edyis might get the edge of a thanks, but not the rest of it. Edyis grins at pulling weight, "Give my excuses to Alida, Leova, and F'manis?" She asks of the Savannah Wing leader, before setting off at a cheerful jog to help the boys load the wagon, laughing all the while.

There's certainly no promises in the grin R'hin gives Edyis that he'll pass on such excuses. He and Tina spend some time exchanging what are presumably pleasantries, or perhaps further negotiations, before the pair part ways, and Tina gives a sharp command for the group to speed up. R'hin's gone, not even a farewell before he takes his leave, and leaves Edyis to the Beowins.