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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.

It is a lovely day at Monaco - though, to be fair - how often is it not a lovely day at Monaco? Regardless, one young woman is using the lovely day to wander down the beach - though her eyes are generally on the sand in front of her feet, rather than the expansive view. Now and then, the incoming waves divert her from her path, but as the water retreats, Wendyn is returning back to the line of shells that has been deposited. Fingers curling in her flowing dress, she pulls it close to keep it from getting wet as she pauses to crouch, and peer more intently at one particular pile.

Another young dress-clad woman is absolutely captivated by the beautiful view at Monaco. Viora is practically twirling with delight as she takes in the sights, sounds, and smells of the beach, a beaming smile on her face. Sadly, her little reverie means she isn't paying a huge amount of attention to where she's going, which has her almost stumbling into the woman admiring the shells. "Oops! Sorry!" She blurts out, smiling sheepishly.

With the sound of the waves, and the soft shuffling of shells as Wendyn moves them this way and that, the miner is caught in her own little world. And so, as someone enters her personal space - and then there's a voice - Wendyn is practically tipping over to try and get out of the way and back to her feet, yelping as she steps back, lifting her hands almost defensively. After a moment, her eyes seem to catch up with her instincts, and she narrows her gaze briefly at Viora before relaxing and straightening, waving a hand off. "You're fine.." And if there is a bit of grumpy-roughness in her voice? Well, maybe that will go away.

Apparently V'ayn has been assigned to the transport wing this seven-day, which would explain his presence in Monaco. The bronze-rider from Xanadu makes his way onto the beach alone, a scowl on his face as he does so. Currently he is sans-leathers. Instead, he sports some slim-legged pants and no shirt. In fact, said shirt is in his hands and covered with a large stain. "Damn kids…." The young man's hair is swept back over his head, and judging by his skin he doesn't get a lot of time in the sun. Lean muscles are covered by /very/ pale skin. Eventually his attention rests on two ladies and he pauses in his steps, eyebrows raising. "Lost in your own worlds?" There's a touch of amusement in his eyes.

Viora turns from sheepish to downright embarrassed at the grumpiness in Wendyn's voice, a nervous smile on her face as she backs away. "No, no, I should have been paying better attention where I was going. I'm sorry. The beach is just so /lovely/ today." Then the pale stranger is also bringing attention to her carelessness, which brings a blush to her cheeks. "Oh, no, it was all my fault."

Wendyn still looks tense as Viora backs away, though slowly, her shoulders drop from her hunched position, and her hands drop to a more neutral spot - Wendyn taking a deep breath and then sighing, shaking her head and waving her hand once more. "You just.. caught me off guard." And then, there is another voice, and the tenseness returns to Wendyn's form, looking over V'ayn curiously, a smirk flashing on her face for just a moment before her expression is schooling back to something more casual, waving a hand. "It happens, when there are so many distractions."

V'ayn tilts his head to the right, eyebrows raising again at the blush appearing on Viora's face for just a moment. His attention shifts to Wendyn however and though he doesn't /miss/ the smirk, he doesn't address it…at least not yet. "I'm told Monaco can be quite the distracting place." Whatever he means by that. In any case, his words are accompanied by a grin and he'll tip his head towards both women, "V'ayn - Varequoth's…Xanadu's duties to you both." See? He has manners.

"It sure seems to be!" Viora agrees with V'ayn, though who knows if she means the same thing that V'ayn meant by that. She remains a little mortified, all the moreso when the mystery person turns out to be a rider. "Oh. I'm Viora. Nobody's, from… nowhere. Nice to meet you! Both of you." Not weird at all, right?

"Wendyn." The short answer is all that the dark-skinned young woman supplies, even as she shifts from foot to foot, keeping an eye on the rider and the apparently nobody from nowhere, before she is crouching back down to finish pushing shells aside. Coming away a moment later, there is a scallop shell in her hand, a portion missing, which earns an exasperated sigh as the shell is flung into the waves, before glancing back at V'ayn. "It is certainly obvious you aren't from here.." She adds after a moment, nodding at his pale-color. Rude. "You.. You might could pass, though." She offers to Viora, as if it is a compliment. Was it?

"And what seems to distract you?" V'ayn grins, perhaps a touch deviously, at Viora for a moment before his attention shifts back to Wendyn. "I could very well be someone from here that doesn't go outside, right?" Though that seems VERY unlikely, no matter how much he does prefer to stay indoors. "What are you looking for anyways? Besides the obvious…well, I guess the question is more /why/ are you looking for shells?" Curiosity touches on his features, but he won't get any closer to the sand to look at it. Nope, he's fine where he is.

Viora gets another look of guilt and worry when Wendyn chucks that shell away. "Oh no… I didn't step on it, did I? I'm so sorry!" She has no idea whether she did or not, or even why Wendyn is looking for shells, but her instinct is to apologize anyways. V'ayn's question makes her blush, flustering her again. "Oh, all kinds of things. The water, the sky, the sand, the people…"

The look Wendyn gives V'ayn as he comments on people at Monaco who don't go outside is one of utter disbelief, the young woman, opening her mouth and shutting it a few times, before she just shakes her head, rolling her eyes as she seems to decide it doesn't deserve a reponse. "No, they are hard to find whole, that big. The waves.." Wendyn sighs and waves a hand. "Because I have a project in mind, but apparently it's not going to work out." What is that project? Who knows. As Viora gets flustered again, Wendyn's eyebrow arches, watching the teen for a moment, entertainment clear on her face.

V'ayn laughs for a moment at Viora's words and nods in agreement before again his gaze shifts to Wendyn. "Project?" He'll go ahead and ask, that curiosity again on his features.

Laughter isn't doing anything to help Viora's flustered state or enduring blush. Nor is that amused look Wendyn is giving her. More apologies flow out. "I'm sorry. I'm still new to weyr life. Everything is so different here…" Also curious about Wendyn's project, she listens.

As the attention shifts to her, expectantly, Wendyn sighs, throwing her hands up in the air. "Fine, but if either of you steal it.." She starts, narrowing her gaze first at the blushing, apologizing teenager, and then at the pale rider. Giving them a moment to the statement sink in - and the realization there is an unsaid threat accompanying it - she slowly answers. "To really make someone want it, a gem needs to make an impression.. rich blue gems like the sea should make you think of the sea - and what better way than to be displayed in a perfect shell."

Viora doesn't look as if she's sure she completely understands, but gives it her best shot anyways. "So you… have a rich blue gem you want to find a shell to display in? Do you make jewelry for a living, or did you just… find a gem?" Remembering that implied threat, she goes wide-eyed again. "I'm not going to steal any gems. I'm just curious."

"You live here?" This asked to Viora after he comes out of a particularly long chat with Varequoth. There's a slight smirk for Wendy however and the bronze rider shakes his head, "Stealing is not on my agenda, I promise. Though…that /does/ sound like a pretty great display." He is ALLL about looks and displays, just ask anyone that's seen his desserts.

"Or ideas. No stealing ideas." Wendyn clarifies quickly, before the young woman, sighs and shakes her head a little, even as she runs a toe through the shells at her feet. "I am a miner apprentice. I specialize in gems.. I get a cut of what I sell, since I am still learning how to cut them." Her sentences are slightly clipped, even as her attention drifts elsewhere. "Blue gems in shells. Green on maybe a nice leaf. Blooms for the softer ones.."

"Umm…" Viora needs a worryingly long amount of time to decide how to answer V'ayn's seemingly simple question. "… Kind of…?" No further elaboration is offered. Wendyn's explanation earns her another curious look. "That sounds really pretty. I didn't know the miners actually cut and assembled jewelry like that. I thought that was a smith thing."

"What does kind of mean?" Because V'ayn is not one to shy away from curiosity. There's a low whistle for what Wendyn says about her occupation followed by a moment of silence…and then more questions. "Do you sell those? The jewels and displays? Or are all of these for practice?" Because it sounds like the bronze rider might be interested in acquiring something along those lines. Apparently he's had enough of standing though because he glances around and finds a rock. Instead of sitting on it directly though, he puts down his shirt first and then rests atop it.

"You buy me a drink, and we can talk business.. what was it? V'ayn?" Wendyn counters at the bronzerider's question, tilting his head, before eyes flick to Viora. "Just gems. No jewelry - you can take them to the Smith and have them work out whatever setting you want." However, her attention lingers on the other young woman, at the answer to 'Sort of', curiousity showing. "What -does- that mean?" And as she waits for an answer, she takes a longer, more thorough look at Viora.

"Is buying drinks a usual part of minercraft business?" Coming from someone else that remark might seem snarky, but Viora just seems genuinely clueless. The further inquiries about her current living state draw more uncomfortable squirming, eyes shifting. "I'm just… traveling at the moment. Not staying any place for too long. It's easier that way."

"That I can do…frilliest drink I can find, right?" V'ayn is teasing because she doesn't /seem/ the type to drink that sort of stuff, but he is quite clearly making assumptions that could be very wrong. "Buying drinks is a good part of any business…clients, connections….it helps with all of that." Viora's explanation earns a nod from the baker, "Some people do tend to enjoy that sort of lifestyle." Not him, but some people!

"If you want another stain on that shirt of yours, sure, frilliest drink you can find." Wendyn agrees with a laugh, before gaze flicks back to Viora. "Well, that sounds like something trouble says. But then you open your mouth again, and.." It is probably better that the miner's thought is cut off, and the topic changes back to the drink. "Drinks are the best way to make honest deals, harder to lie with an ale in your hand."

Viora gets a little defensive at that last remark from Wendyn. And when she gets defensive, she gets flustered again. "What? Oh, no. No. I'm not trouble, I promise. I'm very nice!" Yep, sounds like what trouble says. "I've never had alcohol…" She admits. "Is it any good?"

"Warning noted," V'ayn replies, a touch of amusement in his eyes now matching the grin on his face. "You haven't /ever/ had alcohol, and you're…how old? Certainly look old enough to be drinking. Why not try it yourself instead of asking." The baker eyes her expectantly while awaiting an answer.

"Mmmhmmm.." Wendyn comments mostly to herself before she just shakes her head and goes back to idly looking at shells nearer the water line, leaving V'ayn to address the whole question of alcohol, before eventually piping up. "You should definitely try it. Try all of it."

It is becoming dangerously apparent that Viora is, in fact, too naive for her own good. "Really?" She evidently accepts this suggestion at face value. "I am eighteen… Well, if weyr people say it's good, it must be good. They've been right about other stuff. Where do I get some?" This is disaster waiting to happen.

V'ayn just eyes Viora for a moment longer before shaking his head, "I find it hard to believe you had trouble getting hold of alcohol even at a hold, there certainly isn't an age restriction on drinking. If you /chose/ to stay away though…." The bronzerider trails off before shrugging, "Any bar?" He's starting to eye the woman with an expression that is somewhat exasperated.

"Wait til you find out what -else- they do at the Weyr." Wendyn says with a deeply sarcastic tone, giving V'ayn a long look, eyes widening in a 'can you believe this' type of expression, before she is just shaking her head. "Oh, I'm sure if you go to the bar on the docks, there will be more than enough willing volunteers to help you figure out what you like. And probably won't cost you a mark."

"I come from Syken. We didn't drink a lot up there." Viora's explanation might make sense if either of them have any familiarity with the place. 'Syken Hold' is basically nowhere, a teensy tiny community barely enough to be called a hold. This might explain some of her… confusion. "I will have to try it out as soon as I can. What else do they do at the Weyr?" Viora looks to Wendyn with a fascinated look, clearly not picking up on any implications.

"Just because you don't drink a lot doesn't mean you /couldn't/ have…." V'ayn can't help himself at this point, he simply bursts out into laughter at Wendyn's words. His head is thrown back, dark hair glistening under the sunlight for a brief second before he wipes a tear from the corner of his eyes. "Don't worry, like she said…they'll teach you /exactly/ what happens at Weyrs down at the bar….besides, it's nothing you haven't /heard/ of at least."

Wendyn? Wendyn can't even, at this point, and she shakes her head, though V'ayn beats her to the statement that had to be made. "I'm sure you'll find a nice place to stay, til you move on from Monaco, too." She adds oh-so-helpfully, smirking as she does so. "Just trust us." Or probably don't but that is up for Viora to decide. And then another glance at the shells - she shrugs. "I should get back to my actual work, before my mentor gets grumpy." And so, she inclines her head to each, nodding her head to V'ayn in a 'hit me up for that business deal' way, before she's headed back towards the Weyr proper and the chains of craftwork.

"It was nice meeting you, Wendyn! Good luck with your shells!" Viora calls out, giving the miner a friendly wave goodbye. "People are so nice here." She says before smiling back at V'ayn. "Well, it sounds like I need to check out one of these bars. Weyr people have been giving me nothing but good advice so far." Much too trusting.

V'ayn lifts a hand to wave at the departing Wendyn, nodding back in return. He'll be getting in touch about drinks and gems for sure. "Sounds like you do." He adds about the bars, shrugging his shoulders lightly. "There's nothing keeping you from doing so after all."

"Well, no time like the present, I suppose!" With that, the young woman is wandering down the beach in search of getting drunk. This can only end well. "Nice to meet you!"

V'ayn smirks at the woman's disappearing form before waving a goodbye. There's likely some internal dialogue happening between him and Varequoth but he certainly isn't going to share it.

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