From Sea to Eggs?!(Merius is Searched)

Monaco Bay Weyr - Cove Beach

Sparkling black sends 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 oceans 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 sore 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 passengers 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.


A particularly hot and sunny summer afternoon finds a certain great big seacrafter, unsurprisingly, on the beach. Merius is settled comfortably in a shady, out-of-the-way corner of the beach, sitting on an old blanket beside a pile of timbers and a large toolbox. His pantlegs and shirtsleeves are rolled up in an effort to bring relief from the heat as he very carefully whittles one end of a large a timber, using a knife to shape a crude dragon's head — at least, one would assume, since the already-carved bits at the top vaguely resemble a dragon's headknobs.

Any weyrlings that Monaco Bay has currently are all older and nearing graduation so Anique has spare time on her hands. Being a transplant from Fort Weyr she and her green enjoy indulging in the warmth of these beaches. Today is no excepting so there's a green blur as Typriaeth lands in the beach with Anique atop. Sliding down she undoes the straps and sends the green towards the water. Normally Merius may have been missed in his out of the way corner of the beach but Typriaeth winged in at an odd angle so he is seen. Curiously Anique starts over in his direction with a wave in greeting towards him. "Afternoon!" she calls out once she's in speaking range.

Merius glances up from his woodwork as Typriaeth wings down onto the beach. As her rider approaches he hops to his feet with surprising lightness, leaving the wood and his knife on the sands as he snaps a smart salute to Anique — Merry finds it in his best interests to salute all ranking riders, lest his own wingleader hear differently. He follows the salute up with a clear, "Hello." His dark eyes flicker back over to Typriaeth, who he recognizes, having been previously introduced by S'dny. "Ah. Typriaeth. You must be Anique, then." He adds amiably, giving an awkward wave in greeting. "Merius, of Phantasm wing. Seacrafter." He gestures vaguely to the lumber beside him, some of which has already been cut and assembled into the vague shape of a (very) small boat's hull.

Surprise flicker in her expression first at the salute and then at him knowing her name. "Aye, Anique is me. And that's Typriaeth whom it seems you are acquainted with. I suspect it is from the times she's spent lounging lazily on the beach while I was working paperwork." the greenrider states casually. "Well met then Merius." a lazy salute is added at the end. "You are making a boat?" she hazards a guess.

One corner of Merry's mouth twitches up in a half-grin. "Aye, Typriaeth and I are acquaintanced… Sort of. S'dny mentioned that you were her rider." He explains, mildly. He's not a stalker, honest! He glances down at the almost-boat at his feet and nods slowly. "Yes. Well, I am a ship-builder, normally. This is a project that one of the candidates is working on. The weyrleader has tasked me with teaching her seacrafting." This is admitted slowly, as Merius has to work very hard at keeping the irritation out of his voice.

Anique flickers her gaze around but only sees Merius working. "You teaching or simply doing it for her?" amusement colors her tone as she does catch a hint of the irritation he can't keep all the way from his voice. "And which candidate? Briari?" cause currently that's the only candidate she knows. Typriaeth has drenched herself completely waddles out of the water and nearby to wallow in the sand.

Merius holds his hands up, demonstrating that his hands are, in effect, off of this particular ship-building project. "Trust me, you can't do anything for her." There's definitely some gruffness in his tone, now, but mostly he just sounds… tired. At the mention of the harper-turned-candidate, Merry shakes his head. "Aanisah." He corrects, and punctuates the other candidate's name with a dramatic eyeroll. He glances down at his earlier-abandoned woodworking and admits with a shrug, "I was just working on a figurehead while I wait for her to finish her candidate chores." His expression lightens considerably as he points out, "It's meant to be a dragon."

Anique tilts her head this way and that way to peer at the work in progress. "A dragon hmm? It looks good." she thinks. "Aanisah. Not met her yet. So your our resident Seacrafter then. Excellent! You can help me with idea i've been working on. You're good on the waters, yes?"

Merius bites off his first response — something about Anique being lucky to have not yet made Aanisah's acquaintance. He covers it up with an awkward throat-clearing. Anique's question is considered carefully for a moment, and then the big man nods simply. "Yes, I can sail. I lived in a seahold all my life, until being posted here."

Anique looks thoughtful. "And can you teach?" is her next question. Typriaeth sidles closer and gives a warm whuff of air over her rider which Merius would certainly feel as well.

Merius is distracted, momentarily, by his dark hair being blown about by Typriaeth. He runs a hand idly through his hair, trying to rearrange it as he admits to the greenrider, "I did teach some of my younger siblings, though only quite small skiffs." He gives that half-grin again, adding, "They're… small. So I imagine I could teach an older student pretty easily."

"Excellet!" declares the awlm. Without going into details though on anything she's planning she simply lets that subject drop. "So then if your posted here is this your first weyr posting or have you been to other weyrs before?"

Merius gives a shake of his head. "This is my first time at a weyr. The furthest I've ever travelled was the crafthall at Tillek." And then only briefly. "I like it, though." He's quick to add. "Weyr life is definitely different from life at a seahold — more exciting." Merry grins again, at that.

"It is different. Took me some time to get used it to. Though I impressed at Fort with Typriaeth. We really enjoy the warmer weather though here." a grin appears. Anique shifts her weight from one foot to the next.

Typriaeth snorts again to see the reaction of the sea crafter when another burst of air is aimed to blow about his dark hair.

Merius shivers sympathetically at the very mention of Fort. "I've never spent any time up north. A colder climate would probably not agree with me." Once he's snorted again, Merry is quick to run another hand through his hair, giving a gruff chuckle. "This is a fair approximation of what sailing is like," he notes to Anique with an amused tone. "Windy."

Anique smirks ever so faintly. "Well, Typriaeth really isn't interested too much in what sailing is like. Though she is interested in something." the way Anique's eyes have been unfocusing slightly during the conversation with Merius indicates that those two have been communicating quietly. Finally Anique rummages around in a satchel slung over one shoulder and pulls out…something bundled up in her hand. It is not until she steps closer and lets it dangle that you see it is a white knot. "Merius, Searcrafter apprentice, would you do Typriaeth and myself the honor of accepting this knot and becoming Merius, candidate for Monaco Bay Weyr?"

Merius answers Anique's former comment with another one of his rumbly chuckles. "I don't imagine she needs to sail when she can fly." Once that white candidate's knot is produced, Merry just stares at it stupidly. "Wait, what?" The assistant weyrlingmaster's words are considered carefully, and after an awkward silence wherein Merry weighs the likelihood of a ranking dragonrider he's just met pulling a prank on him. "She thinks I should stand? For the clutch? The one on the sands right now?" These are apparently rhetorical questions, because the big man stands straighter, rising to his full (and considerable) height, he regards Typriaeth and dazedly says, "It would be an honor, of course."

"Well not right now. The eggs aren't ready." quips Anique grinning. "But yes, for the clutch hardening on the sands now." she crosses her arms briefly with the knot still dangling in one hand loosely while she waits for his answer. Once he confirms that he'll take the knot she holds it out to him again. "Then good! I'd hate to see her sad if you said no." the green bugles excitedly. "Thank you. And congratulations."

Merius actually smiles — a big, broad one that displays his rarely-seen dimples to good effect. That big smile is flashed at Typriaeth as she bugles, and Merry is quick to take the offered knot. "Thank you!"

Anique says simply. "Excellent. I'll show you to the barracks then and go over the rules. They are simply really. No drinking, no fighting, no sex. No leaving the weyr without a rider escort. No pranks…that you get caught doing." she adds with a gleam in her eye. "There will be chores and probably other projects to keep you all busy. If you have any questions ever never hesitate to seek myself or any other rider out. We're here to help ya get used to Weyrlife as a candidate and a potential rider." with that she turns and moves off the beach with the expectation he'll follow. They'll do all the settling in and cot picking out off camera!


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