Logs:Between Drenchings
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| RL Date: 28 April, 2016 |
| Who: Ay'zan, N'rov |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Ay'zan's class has been scoping out weyrs. Good thing there are so many! |
| Where: Weyrling Complex, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 5, Month 9, Turn 40 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: It's been raining steadily all day with occasional spates of honest downpour, sheets of water just pouring out of the sky. |
| Mentions: A'sran/Mentions, Olivya/Mentions |
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| If sheets of water are pouring out of the sky, the overhang beyond the weyrling complex must be drenching; N'rov's jacket is hanging with the others on the wall, but there's no sign of the man himself until he steps out of his weyrlingmaster's office, still toying with a hint of a smirk. Lessons continue despite buckets of water drenching them. Ay'zan and Yuanth are just emerging through the entry way both dripping wet. A shake of a head sends droplets of water flying from slightly long blond hair which draws an annoyed snort from the glossy green along with a nudge from her pointed muzzle. With his attention focused on Yuanth for the moment the weyrling doesn't take note of the emerging N'rov. For a dragon, N'rov will stop; for that splash, the bronzerider just looks amused. "Impersonating a canine?" he calls over, pressed dramatically close to the wall between there and the exit. "You could stand to get get hairier for that." Ay'zan runs a hand through his short locks with a derisive snort. Weyrlinghood has kept him too busy for the moment so his short hair is longer than his normal length. "Never could train a canine not shake when wet." evidently he's not trainable in that aspect either. Yuanth gives a trill of greeting as Ay'zan remembers belatedly to snap off a salute towards N'rov. "Nor I. Not," N'rov adds, approaching them in all their wetness, "that I've tried. Rumor has it that learned expertise actually benefits," this with mock surprise in his affable baritone. "How are you? And you, clever girl." "We're good, sir." replies Ay'zan amiably as a jacket is shrugged off and hung up on an available peg nearby. Yuanth's answer merely comes in a whuff of warm air directed towards him. Neither N'rov's demeanor nor his hair is ruffled, though the latter has the virtue of being very short indeed; he spreads his arms for the warm, meaty blast, all 'have at me.' "Good." He moves to step past, then, but then after a second look at the now-closed doors says, "Don't let me keep you from drying off." But. "I hear you lot are checking out weyrs. Last class," Vhaeryth's, "hasn't taken all the good ones, with how few they are?" How many there are, given deaths and transfers away, D'vro and others not enough to make up the difference. Yuanth moves off a bit to ensure her bulk, albeit smaller than most, doesn't block the doorway. Settling down her wings rustle somewhat before snapping tightly closed to her sides. "So far none of them have been...adequate." adequate for what he doesn't say though a quick glance is shot over towards the now settled green. "Still though we look forward to finding one." cause that means no more barracks for the pair. "There are enough for all of us." he thinks. His brow furrows in brief though as he tries to calculate how many empty weyrs have been pointed out versus how many in his weyrlingclass. That said he's made it to the doorway to the barracks so with a brief 'one moment' he ducks in long enough to grab a towel from the closest couch/cot combo that he comes across. Whomever it belongs too may get it back dry or wet. "All of you and better spares for when you're wingseconds," N'rov says drily. "Each and every one of you." His smile may have kicked up at that 'adequate,' but he doesn't immediately address it, occupying himself instead with meandering over for a look at the updated duty chalkboard. His hands stay studiously behind his back; this is Olivya's territory. Once Ay'zan's had a solid start with Yuanth, though, at some point he just reappears as though there hadn't been any gap in the conversation at all; "What makes a weyr 'adequate'?" the bronzerider inquires. A brow goes up briefly at the mention of wing seconds though it only gets a passing grunt as he starts drying the green. The inquiry from N'rov has his movements falter a moment before he glances behind him. "Just the right size." he remarks dryly with a hint of tolerant amusement flickering in his expression. "A proper view that so far she's been unable to describe what makes up such a view as well as easy access to anywhere we need to report for duty within the weyr." N'rov crooks a brow at Yuanth in turn; "You know how to make it difficult on your rider," he deadpans, but with an underlying grave quality. "Most of us had to take what there was." He rolls his shoulders, tucks his thumbs into his belt. "Taken her around to scope out the angles yet? Not saying you'll find a match with 'not too big' 'not too little' 'just right,' but hovering by even occupied ledges could give you a baseline." "It may just come down to whatever we get, we make due." Ay'zan remarks with a little worry to his voice. After all he's gotta live with her! "We've only went out looking once so far. The other days.." he trails off with a glance towards the closed doors and the weather out beyond them. "Yeah, I get that," rueful as N'rov scrapes the heel of his hand along his jaw. "Seems like summer was going along and then suddenly down came the rain. Don't know what's with that. If it helps, you can imagine the rest of us riding sweeps in it for hours. I think there's moss growing between A'sran's toes." Ay'zan tilts his head as he considers that problem a moment. "Oh. I hadn't thought of that." he now studies Yuanth a moment. "How much longer do you think before we can ride on with sweeps?" "It'll be a while," N'rov says. "Got to build up her strength further, particularly. By the time you're shadowing, you'll also have had a lot more experience in formations, and that's a help, too." His grin is quick. "Got any other questions, before I chance the downpour?" Ay'zan leans against the now mostly dry green as he listens. Nodding once or twice he remarks. "Never imagined formations to be so tricky. No sir, no other questions right now. Yuanth is dry now so she's wanting to be oiled before any more lessons today." "We do try and make it look easy," N'rov admits with another, slantwise grin for the pair of them. "Keep at it, you'll do it. Think of how, well, I don't know if you did find yourself a wretched baker once upon a time with a lot to relearn, but if you were, at least this way you just have to learn it the first time. She's a lot more adept in the air than she used to be, I'm told." On that compliment, he departs, quickly buckling on his coat before heading forthrightly out in the rain. |
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