Everything's Beachy!

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.

The sun is shining, the birds are screeching, the chaos is rising - you know, just another day at Monaco. Perhaps Reya should be paying more attention to her job given the influx of baby dragons on the horizon, but no…the Weyrwoman is here, playing at the beach. Currently she's at the top of the water slide and with a screech of laughter she goes down it, splashing into the sea water below. Somewhere on the beach there's a blanket with a towel and some flipflops on it that belong to her. Honestly, she's probably forgotten they exist. After a bit of time spent splashing around in the water, Reya makes her way up to the drink stall, examining the selection of drinks and snacks. Is there really any better way to spend an afternoon?

Sun's out, guns out! I'aija's spent the better part of the day training in the water with his wing, which isn't entirely all about the fun. But after a long day of running rescues - with dragons and without - it's time for a little relaxation time. After dismissing the lot from their duties, he lopes his way along to the drink stall as well. Elsvruth doesn't linger; he has eggs to study. Back to the drinks, though! And snacks. A grin lights up his face when he spots Reya. "Well, well, well. Fancy seeing you here!"

Reya purses her lips at the choices, eventually settling for some sort of fruit smoothie with just a /dash/ of alcohol. The definition of dash is somewhat debatable however. Upon hearing a familiar voice, the Weyrwoman turns and soon her expression mirrors I'aija's. "Fancy indeed! How goes it today, dear esteemed wingleader?" Her eyes dance with a moment of impish delight while she leans on the counter, waiting for her order. "Saw you guys hard at work over the water earlier!" She also probably did some work this morning…probably.

"Oh ho, flattery will get you nowhere, my lovely Weyrwoman," I'aija teases. "Except a drink and maybe a snack, if you want." Don't ask why he has marks in his swim shorts. The meat man is a man of mystery. If she's already paid, well, too bad. He'll pre-pay for the next! "It's been some work, I'll say that. Good work, but- you know. I'm really out of my element, ha." Literally, figuratively, all of the -lys. "Hopefully it wasn't too terrible to watch, for your sake." His grin goes crooked. "And you? How are you doing these days? All ready for the eggsplosion that's just around the bend?" Boozy smoothie for him, too, it turns out; and some jerky, because of course.

"Really? I should do this flattery thing /way/ more often!" Reya lets out a bright laugh, her attention briefly turning back to the snack menu from which she orders some sort of fried mystery thing - fitting given the company of the mystery meat man, right? This can only end well. Finally boozy smoothies are delivered and she takes sip, eyes closing with brief delight before she shakes her head, "Not terrible at all, it looks like you're getting the hang of it. Besides, water drills are fun to watch." For various reasons - such as watching people wipe out - but she isn't going to say /that/ out loud. "Oh, I'm sure it'll be /fiiiine/." Probably not the most appropriate approach to be taking to impending doom. "I'm just going about business as usual, but I guess we should probably grab a few more weyrlingmasters or something. Maybe. I mean, how bad could it be?" The last words are accompanied by an expression that could only be called devious. Look - she doesn't /really/ want to watch the Weyr burn - she just likes entertainment.

Drink and treats are soon in hand and the stall vendor is handsomely paid for it - I'aija's worked service, he knows how it be sometimes. "I don't know," he counters, "you're already really good at it. If you get much better, you might be able to convince a Lord Holder to give up his lands." Is that supposed to be discouraging? oh no. But he's quick to move away from further suggestions that might lead to diplomatic incidents and, instead, pivots to, "Ah- we're getting there. I hope. Though- I'm glad it's at least fun to watch." He picks up what she's putting down, for sure. That's why his grin's on all crooked again. It straightens a little bit at her cavalier handling of the impending 'Weyr being overrun with weyrlings' scenario, though, and he occupies himself with a long pull of his drink. "Mmf- maybe that'd be good. I can toss some names up the line. I have a bluerider that could use the experience - and a bronzerider that's probably terrible in his current position." He might not be quite the chaotic element that she is, but- well. He's not above adding fuel to the fire, either!

It's probably a good thing that I'aija's switching conversation topics because at the mention of acquiring lands Reya is looking /particularly/ interested. Thankfully, she doesn't tend to linger when other things call for her attention so that idea is put away - FOR NOW. "I mean, I /could/ always drop by and show you guys a few things, but that might be a little intimidating." Intimidating - one thing Reya usually is not. Out of control? A bit much? Instgating? Check, check, and check. "That sounds absolutely /perfect/, why don't you have them head to me office tomorrow? Or send me some names? I can arrange for a knot drop if that's easier." As the food arrives, Reya pops a small fritter into her mouth, eyebrows shooting up with faint surprise before she's examining the remaining pieces on the plate and sliding them over to I'aija to try. It seems to be some sort of fruit-meat combination. Weird - but tasty!

Oh no. What has he done. OH WELL. I'aija cuts a look askance to Reya thoughtfully, mid-drink of his smoothie. He considers for a moment, then swallows thoughtfully. "Intimidating? You? Please. You're a delight and we'd be happy to have some company out there one of these days." The worst part is that he's genuine. He, who should know better. His jerky is a far less interesting foodstuff than her fritters, but he'll offer a trade of the heavily peppered and spicy meatstuff if she's inclined for it. "The bluerider is Z'uul and Calgonth," who are, presently, making lots of bubbles and foam in the surf with all of their playful thrashing. He points them out, helpfully. "But you're looking at the bronzerider," is purely tongue-in-cheek. He samples the fritter with a similar look of pleasant surprise, rolling the fried treat around some. "I like that. Thank you."

"Man, maybe I should bring /you/ with me to the Holder meetings." Reya grins widely, taking another long sip of her drink. By now she's already managed to finish off half of it. She glances at the blue pair that's been pointed out and there's an eager nod, though when he says that /he/ is the bronzerider she scrunches her nose slightly. "What, really? But you're doing such a great job as wingleader! Learning things and…stuff!" She'll snag a bit of jerky, nibbling on it before cackling quietly to herself, "Though you Elsvruth /is/ partially responsible for this so maybe that's not a bad idea after all…" Reya continues to consider I'aija for a while, which may be uncomfortable because now she's just staring at his face. Rude. "Maybe /temporarily."

"What? Never. Not unless you want to see a grown man with a foot in his mouth," I'aija laughs - but, hey, if she wants him? He'll go. He's easy like that. With his drink mostly done, a mental check is made to confirm that, yes, Elsvruth is still occupied. Maybe a little too occupied. Weird. "I'm glad you think so," he says after a moment, his grin softening. "It's a lot of learning, though. You haven't seen my weyr. It's just books as far as the eye can see." He munches through some jerky, glancing at her, then away. Then he's looking back again as she starts to stare. He slowly lifts a hand, wiping at his face a little just in case there's something on his face. "I'm only half-kidding, though. I mean-" he sucks his teeth in thought "-if you don't get enough volunteers" or voluntolds, as the case may be "we'd be happy to do our duty and help out. Part-time." Or however it works; he has no idea.

Poor I'aija, thankfully the staring comes to an end as she grabs for another of the fritters, "That's good! Well, not that your weyr is a mess but that you're studying that much. I personally don't know how you can sit and read some of those things for less than five minutes, but clearly you were a good pick!" Look it was totally a well thought out decision and /not/ just a spur of the moment whim. totally. She chews on the fritter, polishing it off between nodding, "Alright you'll be backup group number three." There are three backup groups? Maybe. Maybe not. This could all be nonsense. "Really though, you're putting a lot more effort into this than the least wingleader was doing. Thanks!" One of those rare moments of serious sincerity shines through, but it's gone soon enough.

"Elsvruth is-" I'aija struggles for words where the bronze is concerned, seriousness taking root, "-he really wants to make sure that we don't mess it up, that's all." It's not entirely accurate, but trying to describe the bronze's concept of everything is not casual drinks-n-snacks conversation. He shakes his head to clear it and flashes a smile at Reya again. Another fritter is pilfered, the tastes explored and filed away for future experimentation. "So, there's a lot of reading. A lot of notes. I have some lessons slated with the Tech Crafters-" he trails there and nods at the mention of being a third-stringer on this possible assistant weyrlingmaster adventure. He doesn't even bat an eye at the idea! "Really?" That strikes a sober chord in him and he blinks at Reya. "… I- well, thank you, Reya. That means a lot to me. To both of us."

"If you guys keep things going the way you are right now, I don't think anyone's worried about you messing up. But hey, even if you do…we'll work things out." Reya smiles, her expression just a tad softer than usual, "I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." One, two, /maybe/ three seconds is all that lasts for until she's downing the rest of her smoothie in one long drag and slamming the container down on the counter in front of the stall worker. "That was /amazing/, though a little more alcohol couldn't hurt." It isn't that she has mood swings per sway, she just…shifts her attention and in between different moods quite easily.

"Ah- well, we'll keep doing our best - but it's good to know you've got our back." I'aija's expression softens just a bit more, before there's a definite that's enough of that vibe. He clears his throat, pushing all that somber-seriousness aside, and polishes off his drink in a go. And while he looks to the drink stall with some thoughtfulness, something else pings across the ol' mindscape and he grimaces. "Clear skies, Reya! You should stop by my weyr sometime and see what I've got in there. I think I owe you at least three charcuterie trays-worth of goodies by now. Clear skies!" He passes his cup to the vendor and, with a salute that's equal parts playful and respectful, he treks off across the beach to recover his towel and some other things before wandering off to do Important Wingleader Things: like showering and getting a real meal and finding out wtf Elsvruth is actually up do.

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