Notes: Pleiath and Spineth escape the chill of Telgar to clean up on the southern continent after Threadfall and invite a few others along. To be noted is that earlier that day, Ursa, Kerlyn and Kindre had been involved in something rather dangerous. Emlyn, who has suspicions of their activities, spoke with K'tyn earlier as well, leaving the Weyrleader innocently curious as to what Kin may have been up to. Kindre, having had a long enough day, doesn't quite handle her weariness and K'tyn's queries very well. Things prefixed by *>> are things witnessed while Kin was atop Herath. But on with the log :)It begins in the Southern Bowl of Telgar Weyr.
"Can you 'tween to the South," Kindre wonders suddenly. "Pleiath asked Herath if we'd like to accompany a few riders in a lake there." Giggling aloud at Kassima, she just laughs. "I do try," she teases her friend.
K'tyn blinks, and then looks at his arm. "I think I can. Twas the lifting of the 'stone sacks that I could not do--and that prevented me from fighting this fall."
Kindre grins wide. "Wonderful, then. I'm ready when you are...we can just take Herath if you prefer?"
Dragon> Prometh and Herath sense that Pleiath shares her current view of the island below. << Join us when you can. >>
K'tyn glances back at Kassima, nodding slowly. "Rest as you will, hm? Me, I think I might go someplace else. For just a bit."
Kassima flashes Kindre a real, if weary grin. "Aye, I know you do. And you succeed admirably... more's the pity for me. Now, if'n you'll excuse me, I *know* there's some bloody wine around here somewhere... oh, and enjoy yourselves. Sir. Kin." She salutes, of course. For about the sixth time today.
Prometh fairly snorts his impatience, stamping a foot. "C'mon, dearest," He reluctantly lets go of Kindre. "I think Prometh's wanting to fly a little, since he missed fall."
Kindre chuckles. "Sounds fair enough," she agrees before hopping atop Herath.
*>> K'tyn uses both oiled straps and an extended foreleg to mount Prometh. Once settled into Prometh's bronze neckridges, K'tyn thanks Prometh politely, recieving a basso rummble in return.
You spring into the air and catch the thermals rising from the bowl floor to
carry you aloft.
Southern Bowl Airspace...
*>> Prometh rises up from the bowl.
*>> Prometh disappears into Between.
*>> Herath disappears into Between.
Between
You gasp as the icy black nothingness of Between surrounds you! You hear
nothing, see nothing, and feel nothing. The trip takes five heartbeats...
Black...
Blacker...
Blackest!
You suddenly emerge...
Sparkling Southern Sky(#9984RJaes)
A stiff breeze sweeps northwards, and the air is pleasantly dense with
oceanic humidity. The sky itself is filled with dancing light, or so it seems,
for sunlight shines off the fluffy banks of stark white cloud and sparkles
from the flashing sea below. A small archipelago of vibrantly-green volcanic
islands juts up from the deep blue of the ocean. At the largest, away to the
west, a small fishing fleet shelters in a natural cove. Directly below lies a
tiny, oval island that features a broad expanse of coral beach on its eastern
side.
Contents:
Prometh
Spineth
Obvious exits:
Down
*>> Prometh circles down to land, waving briefly to the others there.
Herath descends at a sharp angle. The wind shrieks by.
Uninhabited Southern Island
Waves break with a constant crash on the shining white, coral strand.
The beach runs roughly northeast and is extremely broad on this side of the
tiny island. Lush, tropical vegetation forms a wall beyond the beach. The
island, however, is so small that a determined person could walk through the
jungle to the cliffs on the western shore in a matter of minutes. A warm
breeze whispers from the south across the flashing sea.
Contents:
D'ton
Kyoteth
Emlyn
Pleiath
You slip down from your lifemate.
Spineth drops down from above.
Spineth has arrived.
D'ton chuckles, "How'd you find it?" he asks, "And whereabouts are we?"
Pleiath pauses long enough to greet Herath with an exuberant warble before scampering off into the warm Southern sea.
Kyoteth flicks water at Pleaith with his nose, as she joins him in the water.
K'tyn slides down Prometh's fiery bronze flank to come to rest on the ground. Prometh swings his head around to regard his lifemate gently.
Herath, who forgets her weariness upon the viewing the warm waters, quickly lumbers off towards the seas edge as well. Kindre chuckles a bit while tugging off her jacket. "Shards, this is just gorgeous. A welcome change from teh day I've had, to be true," she admits with a contented sigh.
Emlyn sits and tugs off boots while answering D'ton, "Pleiath picked up the destination from Lump, my firelizard. I have no idea on Pern where that brown sluggard learned it. Probably from some loose gold or other he was pursuing." She winks to him before twisting on her seat to grin at the others.
K'tyn slides off awkwardly, landind with a thump, after Prometh backwings to a landing. "Hello, everyone."
Emlyn nods at Kindre's comment and greets the weyrleader with a warm smile. Then she answers the rest of D'ton's question. "We've got to be in the South somewhere. Not the south of the North continent, but the -real- South. Just feel that sunshine."
Ursa climbs carefully down with the assistance of Spineth's extended forelimb.
Ursa has arrived.
D'ton turns to salute, but was in the process of taking his coat off so gets his arm tangled in it. He gives up, and settles for removing the jacket before greeting the new arrivals.
Kindre's head bobs several times to Emlyn before she turns her face to the sky. "Glorious warmth...this is quite a find, you two...thank you for sharing it."
K'tyn tugs at his clothing, loosening things. "This place -- How did you find it?" Beads of perspiration mark his forehead. "It's amazing."
D'ton says with a touch of awe in his voice, "That far south? I've never been this far south." He pauses a moment, then starts pulling his shirt off. "But that water looks warm!"
Ursa moves slowly. It's clear she's exhausted. Even Spineth is pale, though it hardly shows beneath the dust and ash of fighting fall. Ursa wastes little time in pulling his straps off, and the brown lumbers off into the water, away from the two that were splashing each other. Ursa watches him go, then tugs off the boots and leathers, right down to a pair of undershorts and a tank top.
Emlyn has stripped down to her tunic and checks on her cavorting dragon before answering K'tyn, "My brown firelizard smugly shared it with Pleiath sometime last turn. I assume she learned it from a gold, but I have no idea whose or when. Ursa and I have, well, sort of kept it to ourselves."
K'tyn stares at the cast on his arm with annoyance; sighing, he sinks to his knees, kicking his boots off.
Ursa thumps to the ground, stretching herself out on the warm, comforting sands of the beach. She's brought along a canteen of something stronger than juice, but not strong enough to make anyone a babbling idiot, and quenches her thirst deeply from it, before setting it beside here where it's available for grabs.
D'ton makes his way into the water. Slowly at first, then he drops to his knees in it. His eyes close in a semblance of bliss for a moment, then he stretches out, floating on his back.
K'tyn watches Prometh move into the water, then glances at Emlyn and Ursa. "I thank you for sharing it, then. Tis..." He looks about, eyes wide with wonder at the pristine shore. "Most restful, and muchly needed."
Emlyn stands to head out to bathe Pleiath. The greenrider looks at her exhausted weyrmate for a moment, convern visible on her face. Her dragon is crying out for a scrubbing, however, so she attends to that heart-tug first.
Kindre blinks out of the near-daze she'd fallen into with her face to the warm rays of Rukbat. "Hrm? What," she asks mildly before stripping down to her tunic. Sitting in the sand, she sighs again. "Mind went 'tween there for a bit. I suppose I'm likely tired. Been a long day, and mending Asabeth drew a bit of energy," she explains and smiles.
Vidarth has arrived.
R'val slides down from Vidarth's back and lands in a crouch.
R'val clambers off his dragon, and glances around thoughtfully, "Hullo, gang!
Vidarth said a lot of you had migrated this way. Mind some more company?"
Pleiath is insistent about the bath. Emlyn attends, scooping up the sand and scrubbing. When Vidarth and R'val arrive, Emlyn is at first surprised, then recalls having brought R'val here during a frozen day at Benden once before. She smiles and waves a greeting. Pleiath bumps her. First things first.
Slowly, carefully, K'tyn tugs his shirt and jacket around the cast on his arm and off his body. "Heya, R'val," he says quietly, before looking at Ursa and Kindre. "Emlyn mentioned earlier -- you'd a project you were sharing?"
R'val flashes a toothy grin at Emlyn, then busies himself stripping off Vidarth's straps. Once 'naked', the blue charges towards the water happily.
Ursa is aware of Emlyn scrubbing Pleiath, and of the dusty condition of her own lifemate, but for now she can muster no more energy than to stay right where she is, on the warming, healing even, sands.
R'val tugs off his shirt and pants quickly, down to his undergarment, and heads into the water after Vidarth, "Hullo, K'tyn. All."
D'ton continues floating about until Kyoteth douses him, jealous for attention. He straightens, and begins scrubbing Kyoteth like the well-trained human he is.
Kindre looks over Spineth. Mayhaps a bit too long, mayhaps she's just admiring the brown as he shines in the warmth of the sun. Waving a greeting to R'val, she then drags herself up from the sand and joins her gold in the waters. Scrubbing the redwort stains from her arms as well as the dragon's hide, she turns and glares at K'tyn. "Project?" This is wondered a moment before a guaging look hits Emlyn and then Ursa. "Oh, oh," she begins to weave a believable tale, "I got some new maps of the tithe trails and since Kerlyn is so familiar with the area, she and Ursa accompanied me as she matched them up."
Emlyn's brown firelizard pops from between. Lump, for once, does not land on Emlyn's head. He drops brazenly to Spineth's tallest point. After sitting therefor a moment, the firelizard dives in the water, comes up with sand in his jaws, and begins attempting to help scrub the big brown.
R'val greets Kindre in return, and crawls up on Vidarth's back to begin bathing him, scrubbing industriously at his hide.
D'ton waves over at R'val, though this motion is probably not noticed as a large mass of blue dragon comes between their line of sight as it enters the water.
Ursa was so busy doing nothing that she missed the weyrleader's question. Kindre's answer, though, she hears, and she glances over at the two. Nothing moves on her body but her eyes, and yet, she's listening quite intently.
K'tyn nods. "I suppose that'd be a pretty big project, aye," he says quietly, not tipped off to anything out of the ordinary as he scrubs his feet in the sand. "But I worry that you overextend yourself, Kin."
Emlyn looks over at her firelizard, then up at the beach, then back at Lump. With surprise, she mutters, "Maybe those little nuisances -are- valuable." She's way too distant from the group on the beach to hear their conversation.
R'val flashes a grin at Emlyn, wryly replying to her remark, "Firelizards? Only occasionally! They're more of a nuisance than they're worth if you ask me!"
Emlyn nods at R'val as she moves to the other side of her dragon to scrub that shoulder. "My thoughts precisely. You can't even rely on them to kill vermin."
Kindre swallows. Luckily her visage is blocked momentarily from the Weyrleader's sights as she's bend over trying to get rid of the last bits of red staining her skin. "Overextend myself? Faranth, I won't dearheart, I promise," she remarks and continues to scrup. "I'm just trying to help."
K'tyn shakes his head, her weariness not unnoted by him. "I know, but..." his eyes brighten a bit. "I want you to take care of yourself."
A large bronze firelizard pops out of between as well. Although he bears the Telgar colours, he certainly wouldn't be recognized by most present, and he has all the manners of a gold's wild consort. Ursa looks quite startled when he appears, but quickly looks away. She wouldn't admit to any ties to the 'lizard race anywhere in public. He lands atop of Spineth, perching there proudly as if claiming his territory. But after a long pause, and possibly some coercion, he actually does join the brown in the job of attempting to scrub the brown dragon. Two small firelizards, one very large brown, they don't have much chance of finishing the task.
R'val chuckles, "No, you can't. The accursed things are just as likely to eat your dinner as vermin." He scrubs industriously at Vidarth's neck.
Enough of Pleiath has been scrubbed that she begins to relax in the hot water. The younger Kyoteth's attempts to get her to play have not been forgotten. She opens a wing quite suddenly, sending a great splash towards D'ton's dragon.
Emlyn was opening her mouth to answer R'val, just as Pleiath splashed. She gets a mouth full of seawater and chokes noisily.
R'val looks over at Emlyn, concerned, "Are you allright?"
Kindre, composed and secure in her story, looks up and smiles. "I am, dearheart, I truly am," she remarks and tries to look less weary than she feels. "We all just became more involved in the task of checking the maps and didn't realize how close to 'Fall we had timed it." She blinks a bit at her choice of words, but hurries on. "I certainly didn't expect to have to mother Thregga and Beneth during fall, nevermind tend to Asabeth. Just a lot in one day is all."
Emlyn hacks and coughs up the seawater, eventually answering R'val, "No, I'm not alright. I'm about to be a dragonless rider." She glares at Pleiath.
D'ton is silent as the wave of water deluges him, but immediately after lets out an , "Aiyh!" Kyoteth, meanwhile trumpets loudly. Most of his earlier weariness seems gone, banished by that altogether way too annoying energy of youth.
R'val laughs softly< "I was just saying to A'lex a while ago how hard it is to stay mad at one's dragon." He remarks, with a grin towards Emlyn.
K'tyn smiles at Kindre, tenderly. "Aye, I know it. But... you're no greenrider, hm? If you're with child..." He trails off delicately.
Emlyn is unconvinced and looks at R'val with a dubious expression.
R'val favours Emlyn with a boyish wink, unconvinced of her ability to stay angry at Pleiath.
Ursa finally musters enough energy to stand up, since her lifemate is out there and needs a lot more scrubbing than two firelizards can provide. She glances over at Kindre, and even musters the energy for a teasing comment, saying over her shoulder to the weyrleader, "I promise I'll keep an eye on her sir, and watch for any signs she might be."
D'ton manages to get Kyoteth under control long enough to finish a cursory scrubbing. This seems to satisfy the bronze well enough, since he slides in to soak in the water.
"No, I'm not," Kindre agrees flatly. Her mood shifts slightly in favor of her weariness. "I'm helping with the records, which is my task at Telgar. So is helping with injured dragons. If I 'tween too much, well, then..." she shrugs. "I think, however, I'll know if I may be. It's only something I've been hoping for since our first toss in the records room." Frowning slightly, whether over her harseness of words or her lack of control in saying them, she sighs. "I'm...sorry."
D'ton waves to Ursa as he sees her heading out, "I can give you a hand with Spineth, Kyo's done." he calls, blithely unaware that some might call the jobs that he does cleaning Kyoteth and himself rather superficial. Of course, it's still a vast improvement over his former life.
Pleiath likewise is finally content with her scrubbing. She slides into deeper water. Emlyn watches her, then moves nearer Spineth. She waits without touching him for Ursa to come down to the brown. "Need some help there, Brownrider?" she asks.
K'tyn blinks at the rebuff from Kindre, nodding his acceptance of her words. "Of course." He shifts a little in the sand and smiles wistfully, "Please, do not be angry with me for asking, hm? Or for wanting. I promise, I'll not press the matter further."
Ursa flashes a shallow but grateful smile at both Emlyn and D'ton. "Thanks. I'd really appreciate it. So would he." Spineth hardly flickers an eyelid in acknowledgement as she starts scrubbing away the ash and dust caked on around his muzzle.
Kyoteth lounges in the water, one gleaming eye fixed upon his rider, who is, of course, cleaning *another* dragon. He decides to make up for this abandonment by flicking more water at Pleiath with his nose.
Kindre frowns slightly, though it may appear more like a pout. The frustrations she encountered first with Kerlyn and then during Threafall seems to have left the goldrider in an uncharactistic mood to fight. Sighing, though, she lets that slip away. "Again, I'm sorry. I know you're just worried...I'm not myself, that's all," she remarks and smiles genuinely. "I promise to watch my take of work and for signs that I may be, okay?"
Vidarth sinks his muzzle into the water and blows bubbles, causing his rider to snort at him. "Undignified beast.."
Emlyn goes to work on the big brown's hindquarters. After a bit she begins humming a tune. The young woman has many fine qualities. Musical ability is not among them. When she begins singing, her firelizard, likewise deprived of an ear of melody, joins in with what he fancies to be harmony. "Ooooh, Hostess fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over! Hostess fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over! For tonight the merrier I'll be -- tomorrow I'll be sober!"
K'tyn cradles his casted arm awkwardly, getting to his knees to peer out into the translucent water. "That's all I ask," he agrees, grinning. "That, and some assistence getting out of this shirt. Tis quite awkward."
Pleiath takes the splashing with good humor and returns the favor in kind.
D'ton, busy cleaning Spineth's right leg, looks up when he hears Emlyn 'singing'. He knows that sound. It's 'music'. Like Harpers make. He sensibly decides to have no part of it. Such as listening.
Kindre chuckles and leaves the water to help her weyrmate. "Of course, dearheart," she says affectionately and helps K'tyn to remove the shirt, ever careful of the cast embracing his arm. "There you go. Will you be able to get in back on? I think I should head back. I don't want to be too tired and end up at Benden or something," she teases and grins.
K'tyn grins. "I can get some help, I think. There's plenty of hands about - Go back, rest. I'll be along soon."
R'val drops into the water with a slight splash, resurfacing to wash Vidarth's lower chest, whistling to himself.
Ursa gets sand rained on her head from the firelizards above, and an ear full of her weyrmate's rendition of music. She's never been highly musical herself, and were she to burst into song, both the firelizard assistants would vanish promptly. She's tired and pale, and makes short work of the scrubbing job. She says to the others, "Just get the worst of it. I've promised him a more thorough scrubbing tomorrow."
Emlyn stops her 'singing' and moves more quickly over the expanse of supple brown hide under her hands. "You look exhausted, Ursa. Long day?"
D'ton nods to Ursa, and replies with one word, "Yair."
K'tyn changes his mind. "Actually, I think I'll go back with you. I've realized I've more than one thing left undone, the least of which involve going to Lemos personally."
Kindre bobs her head several times before ringing our her wet hair. "Forgive
me, but I'm so craving our bed right now," she admits and smiles. She
unceremoniously redresses as Herath reluntantly drags herself from the waters.
Straps back in place and it seems the pair are ready to go. "Oh, wonderful..."
she adds and waits for K'tyn.
You light easily atop your golden Herath.
*>> K'tyn picks up his coat and shrugs it on, stamping his feet into boots.
His shirt is tucked into his belt. "G'devening to you all!" he calls more
loudly.
*>> K'tyn uses both oiled straps and an extended foreleg to mount Prometh.
Once settled into Prometh's bronze neckridges, K'tyn thanks Prometh politely,
recieving a basso rummble in return.
*>> Ursa nods slowly, answering with complete honesty, "Boy, was it ever. Not the best day to go out looking over those trails." She steps back. "There, that's perfect," she decides, and splashes back to shore, lifing a hand to wave to the two. "Clear skies and have a good sleep this evening!"
*>> Pleiath lifts out of the water to warble salutations to the departing metallics.
*>> Prometh moves out to the ledge, his talons clicking on the rock floor.
Herath leaps upward using her powerful haunches, then rises swiftly, her wings laboring.
Sparkling Southern Sky...
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