On the Beach

Monaco Bay Weyr - Cove Beach
// Sparkling black sands are gently washed over with crystal blue waters, creating a playful blend of colors that twist and meld under the alternating rays of sun and moon. The cove stretches out from the mouth of the river towards the ocean, mixing saltwater with fresh for an invigorating rush that teems with life.

The coast curves eastward, the waters growing more quiet along the broad expanse of beach before finally meeting a large cove. Here there are few waves, the ocean's movement reduced to little more than slight swells. What might have been an idyllic and peaceful area however, is interrupted by a brilliantly gleaming structure that stands on the edge of the sands.

Large steel poles soar upwards, supporting a staircase that leads to a pair of water slides. The height of the structure is remarkable, standing at a height comparable to that of a small gold dragon. Pipes pump water upward, creating small pools at the entrance of both plastic blue slides. The rush of water moves with the slides, following their twisting course downwards while easing their passenger's journey. Parts of the slides are open and others covered, creating a thrill for each voyager before unceremoniously dumping them into the still waters below. For the safety of all patrons, a large net has been drawn across the mouth of the cove to prevent any accidental drifting away.

Not far from the slides is a small stand that also seems to have been built just recently. A menu is posted on its side and displays a variety of drinks and snacks for beach goers. //

Monaco Bay Weyr - Cove Beach


This young lady is tiny, not even five feet in height. She has long, curly black hair, which frames a narrow, pixish face, with a pert nose between a striking pair of emerald green eyes. Her cheeks are dusted with a light sprinkle of freckles.

She wears a two piece, emerald green bathing suit, cut relatively modestly, although it still shows off her figure, which is best described as 'womanly' or 'curvy.'


Dark black whips of hair fall across this young woman's forehead, making her look far younger than her turns. Appearance wise she may be no more than fourteen, though her actual age is a bit older than that. Large brown eyes look out from a small round face and create a picture of pure innocence. An adorable button nose and chubby cheeks only perpetuate the image she has going. Her eyebrows seem to hold almost no arch at all, perpetuating the image of a child when accompanied by the paleness of her lips. The young woman's figure is slight, almost boyish really. There are no curves that can be seen under baggy clothes that contrast with the more feminine style of her long black hair.

It's a warm, pleasant summer day, and the late morning finds the Weyr's newest arrival on the beach. Serafina has a rest day from the infirmary, and is taking advantage of it. She's laid a blanket out on a shaded spot in the sand, and is relaxing, looking out over the water, and watching a fair of wild firelizards diving and splashing as they play and fish.

Reya arrival is preceded by her lifemate's. The dragon's advancement is graceful, her white-gold head held high in the air as her tail swishes behind her. Wings are folded neatly against her sides adding a certain regales that her rider most certainly doesn't share. The Weyrwoman is at least dressed in clothes that are fairly decent: a pair of loose fitting pants and a black bikini top. Swirling dragon eyes search the beach and eventually fall upon Serafina who is soon approached. They're coming for youuuuu!

Serafina takes note of the arrivals, and stands respectfully. (Growing up near a weyr does that.) She stretches slightly. She is wearing her own bikini, with a matching emerald green wrap tied off at one hip. "Oh, good morning, ma'am," she says, with a respectful curtsy, directed both to Gold and Rider. "How are you doing today?"

Reya makes a face at being called ma'am and is quite quickly raising a hand to wave off the term, but Fuerioth interrupts instead. The dragon dips her head, her eyes now resting level with Serafina's and she allows a quiet warble to leave her lips. "Ah, she says welcome to Monaco….we're happy to have you here, blah blah…" Cue a wince and a slight cough from Reya, "Please let us know if you have any questions." There's a smug whuff from the gold as she settles onto the sands. "I'm Reya and this is Fuerioth, we're doing alright. How about you? "

Serafina catches the subtle hints that this particular washerwoman doesn't always stand on ceremony. "I'm doing well, and settling in, nicely." She can't help smiling at the gold "Thank you both for the welcome." She reaches out, offering to scritch her head ridges, but obviously waiting for Fuerioth's permission.

Fuerioth considers the hand for a moment, then two, then three…letting poor Serafina hang there for a moment. It's only after all this that the gold lowers her head and allows the scratches. "Good good! How're you enjoying the place so far?" Quite quickly the rider is dropping down onto the sands and burrowing her toes into it.

Serafina scritches the Gold's headridges careful, smiling brightly. "Oh, I'm enjoying it immensely. It's nice to be back south after six turns at Fort. I mean, I wouldn't change anything, but it gets so cold up there in the winter, and I grew up in the Xanadu region…" She turns and speaks to Fuerioth. "You are lovely, Fuerioth. One of the most beautiful Queens I've had the honor to meet."

Reya shudders, making a face at the mention of Fort and Xanadu. Not because she doesn't like the Weyrs, it's because she doesn't like the weather. "It's far too cold in those areas. I don't think I'd survive two seven days." She's more than happy to enjoy the tropical climate that is Monaco instead! There's a rumble of approval from the gold at Serafina's words and though she doesn't speak to the healer her mind reaches out with sensations of pleasantly cool water. "She says flattery will get you far….at least with her, and for now." The comments earn a quiet chuckle from Reya at least.

Serafina giggles. "Honestly, I've never found a dragon that DOESN'T take well to a bit of flattery. And while it can get cold at Xanadu, it's not quite so bad as Fort, although my mom and dad told me about a sudden ice storm that hit before I was born." She grimaces as she mentions it. "My mentor was actually there for that. She ran the emergency response at the weyr. I wouldn't have wanted to go through that. So I think I'm happy here."

"We've got our own type of emergencies, though I think you've got some time before you'd have to do anything like that." Reya chuckles a bit and also reaches out to run a hand across Fuerioth's eye ridges. This earns a satisfied croon from the gold and a smile from the rider. "So have they already put you to work? Luckily there haven't been any storms recently so it shouldn't be /that/ busy in the infirmary." But someone always manages to hurt themselves!

Serafina nods. "I I was working the overnight shift right after I got here. I didn't mind though. It gave me a chance to meet a new friend. And I know there'll be even small emergencies." She tilts her head. "Did you know they still teach how to treat /THREADSCORE/ at the hall?!? Although it's strictly for historical purposes." She can't help her ever-present grin turning wry.

"New friend? Do tell!" Because what else does Reya have to ask about? Thankfully Fuerioth has toned down how nosy she is over the years. "Seriously?" An eyebrow lifts at the other words and the rider shakes her head. "Man, you'd think they'd just leave it to the harpers to keep that in the records or something." But to each their own, that's why she never chose a craft!

Serafina shrugs. "Confidentially, I think it may be for the ever rarer cases where a Rider may time it back, not that I'm ever likely to need it. And his name's Brungin. One of the Smithcraft Journeymen." Again the wry grin. "I never thought I'd meet a Smith shorter than me!"

Reya says, "Time it…." Reya furrows her brows a bit but instead drops the topic and simply shakes her head. "Brungin, Brungin….he /is/ tiny, isn't he?" And smaller than her too! The woman stretches a bit and eventually flops back so that she's now staring at the sky. "So have you found any fun things to do?"

Serafina shrugs, s she settles back on her blanket, legs crossed beneath her. "Oh, a few things. I'm still exploring the weyr, but I did find a few nooks and crannies around. My favorite thing is meeting new people, though. And I'm thinking of helping the nannies out during off time as well. I love kids."

"Clearly that means I need to pay the brats a visit, I haven't in aaaages." Because her daughter is mostly grown up. But well, she /has/ been known to stir the kids up and then just leave. Poor nannies! Fuerioth''s tail snakes around, curling around the rider who knows uses it as a cough-like object. "Since you like meeting people so much you should definitely meet new people by attending all my meetings for me!" Okay, not possible, but…it would be nice!

Serafina laughs. "I'd e lost trying to run a weyr. I'm still learning how to run an infirmary, and have a long way to go with that." She doesn't comment on Reya visiting the kids, as her calling them brats and the Queen's reaction are a somewhat subtle hint. "But I'm thinking of heading to the tavern a bit later to meet people there."

"You should /definitely/ check out the Lunar Shoals if you haven't already." Reya grins, sounding particularly proud of the establishment. Also, there is alcohol there. The rider idly traces random designs on Fuerioth's hide before a yawn is taking over. "I might take a nap before heading to the bar myself." Though there's a significant chance she just naps all the way until the next day.

Serafina nods. "I just might. Better than in the infirmary. My Mentor had to ban all non-healer administered alcohol from the Xanadu infirmary some twenty turns back. Something about, and I quote, 'a sharding huge ram…'" A puzzled look crosses her face for a moment, then the smile returns. "maybe I could meet someone there. " The tone indicates that this is definitely the adult meaning of meet.

"A….ram?" Reya lifts an eyebrow again and shakes her head once more. So many interesting things happening. There's a laugh at Serafina's next words though. "Well, that could /definitely/ happen. It's a bar after all! You'll just have to pick your way through the lot until you find the someone you're looking for!"

Serafina shrugs. "Oh, I know. Of course, it'll probably be easier around a weyr, at least with my preferences. Not like if I were in a Hold or Hall." She thinks for a moment. "Brungin offered to introduce me to some cute ladies if I found one I'm interested, but I haven't seen him in a couple of days."

"I'd offer to help, but I honestly haven't an idea who to set you up with." Reya is not a very good matchmaker. But she /is/ very good at yawning and there's another one coming on now. She stands, stretching a bit. "Well, I think I better head off now. See you around, yeah? And welcome to Monaco again!" Fuerioth is rising as well and soon the two are heading back towards the Weyr proper.

Serafina grins. "Thank you, and it was a pleasure t meet you, ma- er, Raya, if I may? And you as well, Fuerioth."

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