Ista Weyr - Training Grounds
Velvety verdant blanket covers one side of this wide open training area near the guard barracks, but those luscious shoots are interrupted quite bluntly by a huge bald tawny spot. Said brown spot is littered with wooden padded 'fight dummies' which look very much used and abused. Not to mention the several sparing circles that span out across the dirt and grass areas. Off to the right are targets for bow and arrow practice while all the way to the left another patch of dry dirt appears, larger then the stone marked circles but not large then the first barren earth area.
The other side is fenced off by a low fence with an opening at one end. This area is about half grass, a quarter dirt, and another quarter water in the form of an artificial lake. Several places are gouged out as though by dragon claws. In one corner, near the entrance to the weyrling barracks, the ground-cover is stained with blood from turns of weyrlings butchering and processing meat for their lifemates. A large tub of oil stands near the lake with a series of scrubby brushes depending from hooks along its rim.
To the south, a large tunnel into the bowl wall leads into the Guard Barracks, while towards the North East, the bowl proper spreads out. The Weyrling barracks are due east, past the lake and grass area of the arena.
Under the watchful eye of one or other of the Assistant Weyrlingmasters — perhaps the bluerider who escorted the candidates out on the sands the day of the Hatching — a couple of weyrlings come spilling out of the weyrling barracks; young dragons gamboling about, stretching rapidly growing bodies and wings, and flinging tails about that seem longer and longer by the day. It's a fairly small group — just a couple of the smaller dragons, and a few of the larger ones.
Kapalith is very slowly amassing a small hoard of little rocks. The small and rather shiny kind, in fact. His nose is pressed near the ground as he mills about, his tongue poking out now and again when he finds a potential rock candidate. They must be tasted, after all. A'ra, for his part, seems well enough inclined to just /lay/ on the ground, arms splayed to the sides. Of course, one side gives shelter to the growing pile of stones.
Aurath happens to be one of the smaller dragons of the bunch which have escaped the confines of the barracks. She's currently stretching out her forelimbs with her back haunches well in the air and her tail half flopped over between her wings. Although, it might not be stretching after all when one watches her for a prolonged moment. She remains like that, focused on something bouncing between Val'in's legs. A ball! The young man is kicking a leather made ball the size of a soccer ball, giving it blunt kicks, jumping in front of it, blocking it with his own feet…doing some fancy foot work. He doesn't seem to be paying attention to the green right then, or perhaps he is. Still, his head is bowed and he's working on drilling with the ball. Back and forth, twists and turns, bunts and bounces. The days turn long when all a person does is oil, bathe, feed, oil, clean poop, feed again, and more oil. So breaking it up with a bit of physical play helps in the long run.
Miraneith scuttles along, that stumpy plump tail of hers dragging along behind it, before Enka nearly steps on top of it. There's a startled hiss of warning from the girl, the gold letting out something of a squawk, and hefts it higher. "Careful love," Enka remarks to the dragon as she soothes her 'mate. "Wouldn't want to step on your tail." Fortunately for Enka herself, at least Miraneith isn't likely to actually lose her tail (like literally the entire thing just going *pop* and falling right off!) so a word of caution is all that's needed. The sudden movement of the leather ball catches the goldling's attention, and quick as a flash, she's training her funny little head and body in that direction — watching with an unblinking stare. Small, and moving. Shuffle shuffle, she scurries forwards again, a shuffling side-trot and headed towards the young green and her rider. Enka follows, pausing to stop beside the rock pile and the busy little bronze. "What is he doin'?" she quips cheerfully, "tryin' t'bury you?"
Kapalith most certainly not looking where he's going. It's irrelevant to his current quest. Of course, that's likely not a very good thing when he ends up bumping right into Aurath's side. The bronze jerks a bit, neck whipping up into an 's' like curve with a faint little hiss of surprise. Oh. It's her. A'ra opens an eye to peer up at Enka, brows arching. "Well, I'm sure if I lay here long enough he'll cover me completely. Which might be—Kapalith. Come on now. What'd I tell you about looking where you're going?"
Val'in toys with the ball a few more times before he wheels it back so that it pops up on the top of his foot. From here he hefts it into the air and kicks it toward the green. The young dragonet leaps toward it, rising up to meet it and bunt it back toward Val'in, causing him to laugh a little with amusement as the ball is bunted way above his head and well over toward their gold clutch sib. Val'in pivots in time to see the ball bouncing and rolling toward Miraneith's on coming direction, his hand on his hip as he considers the other weyrlings in the area. Although, Aurath's startled dragonic yelp has Val'in snapping his attention back at his lifemate, considering the bronze whose all but mowed the little green over. Aurath rounds on him and butts him back in the shoulder if she can get away with it.
Scurrying along in that little side shuffle of hers — hardly the elegant stride one might expect of a queen — Miraneith's gaze is locked front and center on that small moving object. The antics of her clutchsiblings are ignored for the moment, so intent is she to … oh, there she goes. Her front legs popping up off the ground for a moment, the young gold comes pouncing down on the ball like a firelizard pouncing on a trundlebug, a smug and triumphant little bugle warbling out from her as she plants her forepaws on either side, and leans down, jaws wide to — "Miraneith!" Enka's voice rings out, the girl jerking away from her conversation with A'ra. "It's not a canine, it's not food. Yes, I know it was small and moving." Small and moving being prime targets for Miraneith's 'prey.' There's a moment of awkward silence, the gold backing off to sullenly prod at the ball for a moment, and then she's glancing towards bronze and green — hey! The ball is forgotten, the gold bumbling off towards her siblings, intent on nosing into the game. She does so like them after all. "Sorry!" Enka yells out to Val'in, kicking the ball back towards him before A'ra is given a grin. "Well, it'll take him a while to do that. Only so many rocks he can find and carry right now."
"True enough." A'ra sits up, careful not to disrupt the little pile of stones near him, and then just grins, brushing a bit of grass out of his hair. "I don't quite fancy being buried in stones." Seems uncomfortable. Kapalith gives an indignant little noise when Aurath rounds on him, a short honking sound coming from the snakey bronze. He coils just a bit, frame bunching up..and then he quite promptly deflates when Miraneith comes over, his wings giving a slight flap as he rights himself. "Val'in! Hey, come on over here!"
Val'in is torn between trying to rescue his ball or ensuring that Aurath doesn't start a wrestling match with the bronze. The ringing of Enka's voice is what wins out, his attention snapping toward the gold and wincing when he sees her about the chomp down on the ball. Thankfully, she doesn't, and when Enka kicks it back, he dodges out to stop it, bouncing it up on his toe and pitching it underneath his arm. "No problem!" he calls out, before heading up toward the others, a side glance toward his green to see if she's still preoccupied with wrestling. Aurath slinks down after she butts up against the bronze, her neck coiled up playfully even if the bronze looks about to huff and puff, choosing to lull then onto her side with an unlady like flop of wings and limbs.
"I think she's goin' to be eatin' lots of wherries," Enka explains as she trots after her dragon, who by now has nearly reached her siblings, "seems like she gets all worked up over anything small and movin'. Just the other day we were out here workin' on the visualization exercises, and someone came by with a canine. She got real excited 'bout that. Anything really big doesn't seem to interest her." the girl frowns, watching the gold for a moment as she lets out a puff of breath at her honking bronze brother, the sound almost a sort of a giggle — could dragons actually laugh, it would indeed be one, and flutters her wings, side-passing right up to Aurath and Kapalith. She tilts her head, that too-broad and short little gold muzzle of hers glinting in the light, before Aurath's sprawl is noted. And then too, down goes the gold, flopping down into a warm patch of sunlight, legs curled against her pudgy sides, and chin resting on the ground.
Kapalith makes a little honk again, although it's much more muted than before. He's being /giggled/ at. Or something akin to it. Hmph. His head tilts though, blunted muzzle having a brief appearance of tongue before it goes back into his mouth again. With all the flopping though, he makes a faintly confused noise, before lowering down to the ground. No, no flopping for him. His narrow body lines up completely once he drops to his belly, tail coiling slowly around his haunches. A'ra sighs, shaking his head just a little bit, and then grins when Val'in finally makes it over. "Hey!" ..Well it's not like they don't see each other every day, but greetings are important anyway. "Yeah. Kapalith keeps…sorta staring at things like that. He doesn't go after 'em, but he does stare pretty good."
Val'in approaches with the ball tucked under his arm, absently nodding to A'ra's greeting as he shares a look between them. Although, nothing is said for the time being. As Aurath's eyes begin to close and her breathing starts to become a steady and deep rhythm, Val'in's eyes half close and he cannot suppress a yawn. After the yawn, he doesn't seem capable of keeping up with the conversation, drowsy by the looks of him.
Enka's laugh is somewhat muted, the girl hiding her grin behind her hand for a moment or two before she folds her legs, sitting cross-legged beside the dozing Miraneith. "Well they are clutch siblings," she points out, nodding at the bronze for a moment, fingers stealing forward to stroke the ungainly golden form of her dragon. "Maybe it's something that runs in the family." She pauses, watching dozing gold and sleeping green for a long moment, before she too yawns, the gesture stifled with her hand once more. "Hope he doesn't keep you up at night the way she does me," the girl quips good-naturedly. After all, even being dragged from one's bed to explore the training grounds in the middle of the night pales in comparison to having a life-long friend in the dragon. "She's positively relentless at night. Sleeps on and off all day, and then drags out out at night. Last night, we almost made it off the training grounds before she decided to turn back."
Hasha enters from the Weyrling Barracks.
Hasha has arrived.
Tavissath enters from the Weyrling Barracks.
Tavissath has arrived.
Val'in shakes off the momentary daze that the snoozing Aurath puts him in, curiously looking at Enka as if she had said something. Did she? He looks abashed that he didn't hear it, deciding to drop the ball near his friend and plunk himself on it, using it for a seat thereafter. He glances idly at Enka, though is uncertain what to say. Awkward.
Hasha bounds out with Tavissath, her muzzle, foreclaws, and more or less front area positively bloody. Fortunately, it's just the blood of butchered meat. Mwahahahaha. Tavissath starts working up a gallop toward the fences (she does this pretty much EVERY time she goes out, when she's not trying to get into the guard barracks), only to come to a skidding stop at Hasha's mental assertion. She bugles her displeasure and starts slinking back to her rider, leaving faintly bloody footprints.
A'ra looks a bit sleepy himself. Really, it's a bit difficult sometimes when the dragons get tired…to remember /he's/ not really tired. He shakes his head ever so slightly though, and looks over at Val'in, giving the other boy a slight /look/. "Hey. I need to /talk/ to you."
Tenebrous wanders across from the Northern Bowl.
Tenebrous has arrived.
Val'in looks slightly scorned at A'ra's look, his nose wrinkling at the demanding words from his friend. Val'in rolls a shoulder, "Yeah well then, talk." Apparently female dragons can have quite the impact on a male rider, as he appears slightly moody then, with a scowl as he leans into his knees. Crossing his arms over them, he side glances at A'ra, a brow lifted as if waiting to hear the rest of it - a 'what did I do this time' expression.
Does Enka have the ability to stop conversation or something? Granted, this talent might be useful in future Turns. Just think of the next Weyr Council meeting when everyone's yelling and arguing, and then there goes the Istan goldrider — whereupon everyone's eyes glaze over and conversation dies to a dull roar. Sweet! Val'in gets a Look from Enka, the girl propping her hands on her hips and opening her mouth as if to say something, but then up pops Miraneith's head at the movement of her blood-stained clutchsister running pell-mell towards the fence. The gold's gaze is fixed, staring at Tavissath for a long moment, and then the gold lets out a giggly-snort. "She says Tavissath should try jumping over it this time." Enka calls out to Hasha. "Unfortunately, I don't think even Miraneith would fit through now. She's a little sullen about that."
A'ra gives a small sniff, looking at Val'in again. Although he does seem a tad../wary/ now with that evident moodiness. "Well not right /now/, I guess. I mean, not here anyway." He shrugs though, and gets up, giving Val'in's shoulder a heavy pat. "Later on, kay? I need to grab something to eat while Kapalith's asleep." And off he goes!
There's subtle movement near the edge of the grounds, near the northern edge of the bowl. Tenebrous stops at the very edge of the area, his eyes searching beneath his hood. Above him, hovering in the air with remarkably synchronicity, are his two firelizards, Truth and Reconciliation….searching.
Hasha offers a wave to the others, and begins herding her bloody-muzzled dragon to the lake. Time for a bath! She's such a messy eater. She keeps a hand on Tavissath, like a sort of 'heel' gesture, and as she walks, her eyes go up to the sky. Does she know those fire lizards! As she lets Tavissath go to splash into the water (anyone in the vicinity's going to end up water-logged, sorry), she starts looking around the training grounds.
[Dragon/ISW: Ista Weyr - Training Grounds] Tavissath projects « Who wants to bathe with me! Miraneith! Come hide in the water! »
Val'in shrugs his shoulders non-chalantly, blowing off his friend with a slight movement. There's a moment where his eyes linger over A'ra's bronze and then his own green. Squinting his gaze a little, he pushes himself up off the ground, dusting his pants off. Popping his ball up into the air, the same one he was just sitting on, he glances toward Enka. Instead of saying something to her, he just shakes his head and carries the ball off toward the barracks. Aurath stretches out her neck as her eyes open, promptly up on her feet and following with a worried color in her eye and a warble or two given to the youth. Growing pains.
Val'in enters the Weyrling Barracks.
Val'in has left.
Miraneith pops to her feet at Tavissath's invitation — ah, what energy this one has, asleep and dozing one moment, and then ready and rarin' to go at the drop of a hat. Carefully holding her tail clear of the ground, although somewhat reluctantly, the gold scuttles towards the water's edge, leaving her rider to scramble to her feet, and race after her. There's a moment's hesitation on Enka's part, and she half turns towards the green weyrling pair. "Val'in, I …" but then, the gold has hit the water, and is waddling out, her short neck held up. "Mir!" Enka yelps, and dashes off towards the lake. She does spare a glance towards the arrival of that hooded figure, gaze roving over the two firelizards — the green in particular, before she's hovering on the edge of the shore to struggle with her boots and socks before entering the water herself.
[Dragon/ISW: Ista Weyr - Training Grounds] Miraneith's reply is a soft girlish giggle. « I shall. Hiding in water will be fun. » A pause then, and a sense of greatness and a vast hiding place. « We saw the beach. It is very big. »
[Dragon/ISW: Ista Weyr - Training Grounds] Tavissath's flickering flame flares with interest. « Show me! » she demands, wanting the mental image from her golden sister.
With six eyes instead of two, Tenebrous wastes no time in locating who he's looking for. A little smile creeps onto his lips and, with a gesture, he sends his flits forward. No better test… Before too long, they hover gently in front of Hasha, not makng a sound, their eyes curiously intent. Focused. As one unit, they croon softly to Hasha, potently aware of the green dragon nearby…
Hasha is still looking up in the sky, but by this time she's at the water's edge and pulling off her boots. "Those fire lizards up there…" she murmurs and then they float down to her. She beams, looks back over at Tavissath, who makes a sort of braaaaaaawk sound of inquiry at the two, before Hasha grins back at them. "Hello, Recon, Truth. Do you want to help Sakai bathe Tavissath?" Then, hopeful, "Is Tenebrous here?" She looks over at Enka, flashing the other girl a smile. "Does Mir need a bath too? Sakai will help. I'm sure Reconciliation and Truth will, too." Off comes her shirt to the bikini top beneath.
[Dragon/ISW: Ista Weyr - Training Grounds] Miraneith sends an image — that of a long stretch of dark sand, and a smudge of water with rolling waves. And then too comes the flicker of movement, a spiderclaw, the last image sent with a very definite mental *crunch*. There's a moment of silence, and then a giggle from the gold. « I liked it. Good hiding. »
Thump, thump. Enka's boots hit the ground, followed quickly by her socks, and then she's rolling up her trouser legs to wade into the water where Miraneith lolls about in the shallows, the tip of the gold's muzzle poking above the water along with those protrudent eyeridges of hers. "The green looks a bit familiar," Enka remarks. "Like I mighta seen it before. But only in passin'." The gold doesn't get much of a look — being as she's a strange firelizard to the girl. "I think Mir's just going t'hide in the water," the weyrling remarks to her classmate, "but if she does need a scrubbin', I'll find Sunshine, Barq an' Quake. They've been doin' grand helpin me keep her clean. You just have Sakai help with Tavissath. Reconciliation and Truth." Enka pauses at those two names, "too. That way it's three 'lizards to a dragon." And here comes her own small faire, gold Sunshine popping in out of between with Barq and Quake not far behind.
The mention of Tenebrous' name sees his two firelizards cooing again quietly, one landing on each shoulder. In tandem, in motions eerily like the touches of fingers, they begin rubbing their heads against her cheeks with tender little motions. Then they both purr and fly away. Their flight isn't very far though, and it sees them landing on Tenebrous' shoulders as he approaches. "Am I interrupting?" His eyes move between the women and their dragons, nodding to them both with respect.
And here comes Sakai, winging in from wherever he was, doing a swoop before perching on top of Tavissath's head. He poses just so the pair of femme flits and the newly arrived faire. Why, hellooooooo, ladies!
Hasha suddenly beams, a hand reaching to gently stroke the backs of the green and gold. "No, you're not…no, not at all!" She jogs up to Tenebrous and hugs him, pressing a careful kiss to his cheek, though she seems cautious, like she's unsure of what might set her green off. She's heard tell of what can happen when you confuse a too-young dragon, and it makes her nervous. "I didn't know you were coming, what a lovely surprise! You have to come meet Enka and Miraneith…and Tavissath." The last is said in a tone of pure besottment, despite what a headache the green was being only a few moments earlier.
[Dragon/ISW: Ista Weyr - Training Grounds] Tavissath regards her rider and the newly arrived masse of fire lizards with interest, before informing Miraneith, « I'm going to see if the fire lizards can hide me under all the suds! » She thinks this is a BRILLIANT plan!
Sunshine settles to Enka's shoulder, the girl standing ankle deep in the water as she surveys her dragon who's currently using the water as a hiding place — if rather ineffectively. It's bronze Barq and the brown, Quake, who plunge into the water, swimming in circles around the gold dragon, who pops her head out of the water to watch them. "An' no eatin'!" Enka is quick to admonish the dragon who gives an affronted snort. She'd not eat firelizards, thank you. Reaching up to scritch her little queen 'lizard on the tummy before she glances up at the shore, a wide grin plastered on her face. "Hi," she calls up to Tenebrous. "Ista's duties and the like." She'll skip the rest, since it's so old hat — although as she grows older, it may be something to reconsider. "Y'seem a bit familiar. Weren'tcha at the hatching when I found that wild clutch of 'lizards?" She frowns thoughtfully, trying to remember. "And you got a lil green, that's her, 'aint it?" It's rude to point, but Enka does it anyway, pointing right at Truth.
Tenebrous laughs a little. "I require no duties…and none are due to me, Weyrwoman…" He nods his head low. "I belong to no Weyr or Hold." he does smile. "Indeed, I was there. An eventful first night." His eyes move back down to Hasha's face, his smile broadening. "A … fortuitous first night." His smile softens. "It's…alright that I'm here? I looked around for someone official looking to ask, but…quite frankly, I miss you."
[Dragon/ISW: Ista Weyr - Training Grounds] Miraneith's giggle is no longer so soft and girlish — instead there's a brief hard chuckle of rather stern composure, and a not so subtle flash of raw green envy that quickly fades with a very obvious image of a bubble-covered dragon. « You hide, I seek. » the gold remarks. Although that's hardly fair after all.
Hasha is still beaming, and Enka is treated to a more rare sight: Hasha blushing. Except for that one time when there was unexpected naked twin that was unexpected. Which was unexpected like a Terran Spanish Inquisition. "It's alright." she assures. "The weyrlingmasters would be on us in an instant if it weren't. Come on, let me introduce you - you've given up on Xanadu in entire?" she asks, surprised. Taking his hand, she leads him closer to the shore. "This is Tenebrous." she offers. "And this is Miraneith, her rider Enka, and this…this is Tavissath."
Tavissath lifts her head, gives it a shake so Sakai launches off of it, and turns her head to regard Tenebrous with a quick-whirling but calm-blue eye. It looks like she's trying to make up her mind.
[Dragon/ISW: Ista Weyr - Training Grounds] Tavissath projects « He's skinny. »
Enka gives a little start at the man's words, but she's quick to wave it off. "Nah, 'aint no Weyrwoman yet. Just Enka." Of course, there's more to her now than she once was — particular with that gold cord threaded through her knot, and in time, she will be a Weyrwoman. "You travelin' round Pern then?" there's some obvious interest there — far-flung traveller though she herself might be, the idea of wandering around Pern with little care or worry is rather fetching of a concept. "Nice't meetcha." the girl's quick to add, grinning a bit, a sudden sideways glance towards the blushing Hasha. There's a little twitch of her lips, but the girl remains silent, perhaps in respect for the other girl. It's hard after all, to be one of three girls in a class of twelve — one has to stick together, and laughing and pointing and teasing is well … not good.
Tenebrous disregards Enka for the moment, his strange blue eyes focused on Hasha's dragon. Very slowly, he approaches the edge of the water, meeting the dragon eye for eye, his mind open. He's used to hearing them, dragons…used to their voice in his mind, and vise versa, and very gently, he thinks warm, welcoming thoughts. His steps don't falter, even at the water's edge, his arms spread a little in non-hostility. Even the flits on his shoulders are still and focused, their eyes that same, curious color of blue that his are…
"He is not - " Hasha cuts off sternly to Tavi, and then pauses as she and Teneb have their stare down. The green is not ready to bespeak anyone who is not Hasha just yet, but she does make a cooing sound in appreciation. She's a very vocal dragon. Then she turns, and quite casually flares out her wing, to send a wave of lake water at Tenebrous. Who if he's quick, might avoid getting soaked from head to toe…
Miraneith gives a rather curious little snort, hefting her upper body farther out of the water to observe the staredown between clutchsib and man; her eyes whirling a rather lazy sort of greenish-blue. When Tavissath flares her wing, and attempts to swamp Tenebrous, there's a somewhat chortled rumble from the gold before she noses at Enka's ankles. A wry grin is sent at the dragon, the girl crossing her arms over her chest and watching her fellow female 'ling with some interest. She doesn't say anything for the moment, content to watch.
Tenebrous simply laughs, and curls in upon himself a little, allowing the wave to drench down and over that long, hide jacket of his. But the water sluices off nicely a moment later, and Tenebrous isn't terribly worse for wear. "Careful," he calls out to Tavi calmly. "The first one's free, but the second gets you splashed back, pretty face or otherwise." Then he glances at Hasha with an open smile. "She suits you…and I suspect, you, her."
Hasha puts a hand to her mouth, unable to keep from laughing. "Oh," she says, "Oh, I'm sorry…I didn't know she was going to do that. Tavi!" she chides, trying not to laugh further, and has an exchange with her dragon. "Yes, I know, but he - and his jacket, look at what you - Oh!" The green manages to look recalcitrant, and Hasha informs him, "She says she's sorry. And since you're already wet, suggests you help bathe her." Hasha looks embarrassed. For the record, the green's muzzle is covered in herdbeast blood, as if she'd been sloppily messing with her food. Hence the bath. Hasha casts a look over at Enka. "Mir doesn't give you half as much trouble, does she!"
Enka's giggle is brief, mischief sparkling in gray eyes as Miraneith lets out a loud bugle to her green sister. "Hush Mir," Enka scolds her dragon for a moment. "Don't you go trying it too." There's a quick sullen pout from the girl, once more a flare of envy flashing a lurid red in those whirling eyes of hers before the queen subsides — once more and giggles and girlish fantasies. "Eh?" Enka quirks a brow towards Hasha. "Depends what you'd call trouble. She don't go tearin' things up and smashin' 'em to bits, but i guess you've been sleepin' pretty sound if you haven't heard her on her nightly forays out here to the training grounds." This is accompanied by a lazy yawn from the gold weyrling. "She naps all day, and then explores at night. One of these days, we're gonna end up halfway to Igen by the time the sun comes up." It's not a particularly pleasant thought.
Tenebrous laughs a little. "Then I suggest you teach her how to read a map before you go to sleep again," Tenebrous calls, shaking some of the moisture from his coat. He splashes over to the shoreline before stripping it off, and letting it flop onto dry ground. "A bath it is," he calls to Hasha with a smile. "And what a noble pursuit." His shirt comes off a moment later, and he starts back into the water, absently brushing some of his hair out of his eyes.
Without the bruising, the rope burns or the redness from broken ribs, Tenebrous' torso is an even tan, though there's almost more scarring on his abdomen than there is skin. Little lines of lighter skin criss here and cross there on his chest, and his back shows something that may just be permanant mottling near his shoulderblades on both sides. Clearly, while his body might be a temple…he's used it hard.
If Hasha's shocked by the sight of him, she gives no sign. Maybe she's seen it before. She drops her trousers - no worries, she's got bikini bottoms underneath, picks up a brush, and suggests, "Could you start with her hindquarters? I'll do her tail and her face, they're delicate. If I can just stop her from scratching the stone."
[Dragon/ISW: Ista Weyr - Training Grounds] Tavissath projects « …Perhaps we should sneak out one night together. I am sure the guard barracks, or perhaps the living cavern, have excellent places to hide. »
"I'll be glad when she's finally big enough to fly," Enka remarks, leaning back against the gold's shoulder, "I think we'll go somewhere like a remote deserted island in the middle of nowhere and she can explore all she wants and I can get a good night's sleep." the goldrider gives a wry grin, smothering a giggle as she does so. Tenebrous's bare toso is regarded, the girl's expression rather flat and unexpressive as she just looks the older man over for a moment. And then, she's bending down to inspect Miraneith's hide, the gold nudging at her arm. "Y'need any help over there, Hasha?" Enka's offer is a casual query, "Mir doesn't really need a bath, but I have to oil her up. She says she's itchy." The gold's starting to waddle out of the water, but she cranes that short neck of hers about and warbles briefly at Tavissath.
[Dragon/ISW: Ista Weyr - Training Grounds] Miraneith's interest is piqued — and she rewards her sister with a brief flash of destruction and blood, and all such wonderful things that Tavissath might truly admire. « Yes! » she's quite eager to agree, although who is persuading whom here? « You have a plan, sister. I like it. »
Tenebrous's chest rumbles with a little chuckle. "Big or small, young life has its strange little needs and proclivities," he murmurs to her. He accepts the brush with a nod and then starts out into the water again, eyeing the dragon. "No jacket this time, young miss," he murmurs to the green. "So behave yourself."
"If Tavissath flies anything like her egg felt? I better get used to being dizzy." Hasha notes to Enka, unaware of the plotting between the clutch-sisters. In the meantime, while dragons do not smile, Tavi curves her long neck and gives Tenebrous a look with a coyly arched tilt of her head. Who, me? If she had lashes, she'd be fluttering them. Hasha sets about working, with the swarm of fire lizards managing spots in between. "We're fine, Enka, thanks! She'll need an oiling after though, so if you don't mind not putting the jar back?"
[Dragon/ISW: Ista Weyr - Training Grounds] Tavissath seems to think this is a fine idea. « We should try the guard barracks first! We'll have to try to get past the fences to get to the living cavern, and they are…cumbersome. »
Miraneith wades out of the water — the gold flopping down onto the shoreline in a patch of sunshine while Enka runs to get the oil jar and a couple of clothes. In no time, the girl's back, and settling down beside her dragon. "You know," Enka remarks, 'don't think I actually touched Tavissath's egg so I can't say anything about being dizzy, I remember that really dizzy one, the one Nedami's blue came from, but didn't touch all of 'em. Then there was Zedagoth's egg that made everyone yell out High Reaches," The cloth is dipped into the oil jar, and Enka sets to work polishing Miraneith's hide — although it's possible no amount of shoeshine would ever make those mustard-hued sides gleam. "Faranth, I don't even think I remember touchin' Lazinzith's egg. Everyone said it was mean." she wrinkles her nose, smoothing the cloth over the gold's shoulders now. "I'll leave the jar," she calls out, almost in afterthought to Hasha. "Brought a couple of extra cloths too."
Tenebrous simply snorts. "You're your life-mate's dragon alright," he murmurs. The brush is moistened a little and he steps in slowly. "If you have any itchy spots that you'd like me to get after with this…you let me know, alright? And don't mind my flits." And then he sets to work, slow, steady, methodical gestures working over one patch of her hide at a time, eyes occasionally straying to Hasha's face with a little smile.
[Dragon/ISW: Ista Weyr - Training Grounds] Miraneith wafts a brief scent of blood, accompanied by the truly wonderful sight of a smashed fence line. Surely this is something that her clutchsister would like. It now seems that Miraneith is trying her best to persuade Tavissath that this plan will work, and be brilliant indeed. « We shall go there first. We shall find good hiding places. » Perfect.
"It made me feel like I was spinning and going up and down and whirling in all these different directions." Hasha calls out amiably to Enka as she works. "Remember that one egg that made you want to lick it? Who came out of that one, I was off the Sands and didn't see." She carefully brushes Tavi's muzzle and eyeridges, and in the meantime, the dragon twitches sticks her right foreleg out and wriggles it at him. Here, please! From her front, Hasha sneaks a smile at Tenebrous. She does in fact, have eyelashes. "And what's that supposed to mean?" she teases.
Enka's expression turns faintly dreamy, the girl's happily busying herself with rubbing Miraneith's hide with oil. "That was my favorite egg," Enka declares fervently, a sage nod punctuating that statement. Yes, she liked that egg even more than Miraneith's, although she's definitely happy with having Impressed the little queen. "I loved that one. All the scents and tastes and sights of sweets," Enka, being a sweet-tooth of a young woman is clearly lost in that delicious memory. There's a snort from the dragon, and Miraneith cranes her neck about, whuffling at her rider who laughs and strokes the short muzzle. "Yes, dear," Enka replies. "I know you can make me happy with sweets too." And then Hasha gets a grin. "That was the last one to hatch. A little green. Picked that young son of Leona's."
Tenebrous looks between the two new Weyrlings with a mixture of mild happiness and memory even as he moves onto another section of Tavi's flank. When the green holds her leg out, he responds as he said he would, wading up to that part of her body and gently beginning to cover every inch of her with that brush.
Hasha notes softly to Tenebrous with pleasure, "She likes you." Then back to Enka, "I wasn't sure what Ysa meant when she said not to lick any eggs, but I got it after that." She laughs a little. "The one who likes to pretend she's not his mother? Leona's boy, I mean." A faint snort.
Enka giggles softly, nodding. "Oh Faranth was I ever tempted. Just one lick. One tiny little lick. Shardin' green was teasin' me," the gold rider tosses the cloth onto the ground and stretches, even as Miraneith toddles to her feet, shaking out her stubby tail, and crooning softly. "Well, got me oilin' done, and Mir wants to take a nap inside." the girl grins. "See you 'round, Hasha." And with that, gold and rider begin their trek back towards the weyrling barracks.
