Up to No Good

Monaco Bay Weyr - Weyrling Beach
The mouth of the paradise river is broad, the water sluggish, as it finally reaches the sea. Though the far shore is relatively wild, with trees marching nearly up to the sandy banks, the near shore has been cleared and tamed. Stands of rushes dot the bank, intersped with low shrubs and dune-crawlers. The bank itself is gently sloped, with a well-lit stone path running the length between the lazy river and the great stone dome of the Weyr's caverns. There are several places where the bank has been scooped away altogether, presumably by draconic means given the regular shapes, to form shallow pools of warm, brackish water. One of these, nearest the exit from the weyrling barracks, has been roped off for use solely by young dragons and their new riders. There's even a lifeguard stand built up to allow a weyrlingmaster to keep a careful eye on the draconic playground, and a mesh net erected across the mouth of the pool's inlet to keep most things from being accidentally swept out to sea.


Last time Sundari and D'nyl visited Monaco, the Lunar Shoal ended up in shambles. But perhaps today might be a little different. Today it's the other twin, Aerza, that's come to visit. It was supposed to be a nice and relaxing vacation, but who is she kidding…it's impossible to relax when Azminath isn't passed out. "Get back here! NOW!" The redhead's words are directed at a gleaming blue that bounds down the beach, eventually ending up in the weyrling area. « You can't catch me, BWAHAHA! » And is this conversation kept private? No, not at all. The blue has always been one to project to everyone and anyone around, and apparently that holds true in Monaco as well.

Irkevalath is there! The bar crashing blue has perhaps learned his lesson a wee bit? Though right now he is following after Azminath with a deep bugle escaping him as he goes. Sundari is trying to keep up, really she is, though Aerza is a bit faster then her at the moment. To the point the bluerider has to pause to catch her breath even. "Irk!" Is snapped out, not that its working..

S'yu gives a little grunt as he rubs Bhal, and the young dragon gives a little flick in the water on the beach. he was enjoying the water and softly flicking it with his wings as they grow. He gives a little cough, and looks back at the dragons. Oh hey he's familar with them. Bhal must sense it and he looks back, «You know those dragons? They casued trouble?» he huffs a bit, "You can sense that? Hm…" he gives him a nudge, "Just let them enjoy the beach too."

M'aj trudges down onto the weyrling beach with Sebraith in tow. One of them is brightly bouncing, curious about life and all its wonders… and the other is M'aj. He wears that sort of maybe-I-just-woke-up, maybe-I've-never-slept look characteristic of young weyrlings, bundled up against the cool air in a heavy sweater. Hair is askew, but he doesn't seem to notice or care for once, raising a hand to wave when he eventually notices there are other people around. "Oh. Hey!" Bright one, isn't he? Sebraith is a lot more forthcoming. « Oh, are we running now?, » the bronze chirps, and he's tiny in comparison to the grown dragons, but he takes off just the same, happy to join in this game until he trips and falls on his face in the near future. It's gonna happen.

« I'm here! » Zhimbarceth's arrival is heralded by a fanfare of jungle warmth and brash birds calling. « You can all settle down now. » The young green, both wings expanded to make her look bigger, has managed to clamber up on top of a low cliff. Height advantage, obviously. « Or don't. Don't mind me. Carry on. » She's *curious*, after all, and surely they're up to something more interesting than Red. Who is sitting in the shelter of those rocks, firmly ignoring both the visitors and her fellows, nose stuck in a boring etiquette book. Boo. Zhimba's got better things to do than to learn how to please people who are either going to fawn over her or don't matter. Like posing, impressively, while Red completely ignores her and mutters to herself about ma'ams and sirs.

"You'd think they'd listen to us by now." Aerza clicks her tongue before glancing back to Sunny and offering her friend a softer smile. It's now that she finally notices the gaggle of weyrlings and a hand moves up to wave, "Hello! Monaco's newest weyrlings, I take it?" My, someone has gotten much friendlier compared to before she Impressed those a couple of turns ago. Formalities aren't on the top of the red-head's list, nor are they even a part of Azminath. The blue dashes forward, leaping and executing a surprisingly nimble forward tumble before skidding to a halt in the sands and flaring both wings. And where has he landed? Not too far from where Sebraith has gone splat. « BWAHAHAHA! Still working on those feet? Don't worry don't worry, you'll get the hang of it soon. » Shards, is the blue loud. Brilliant flames soar upwards with excitement, reaching out to the dragonet's minds as he speaks, and soon swirling eyes fall on Zhimbarceth. « What? You don't like playing? »

"Hell.. Irkevalath is older, and he still doesn't listen to me." Sundari offers to Aerza while she is slowly catching up to the other bluerider that she is with. Irkevalath bulges out while looking to the young dragons with a lift of his head while his wings flutter. « Mymy! Look at them!! An't they grand! » The blue is large and stocky, and also coverd in a fair amount of scaring it seems, something happened to this blue.

S'yu winces a bit, "Yes hello…hello. I am S'yu now…um, yes, Weyrylings, this is Bhaltairth…" he rubs the browns neck. Who cocks his head in a kind of quizzical look, «The dragons from the other weyrs. Excitable…» is his comment, the slow southern drawl rather accented as he speaks, and just ruffes in the water some more. Enjoying the heat of the sun through the water, «I am both cool, and hot. I like this…» is his comment. The rider pats the brown along the eye ridges, "We're allowed on the beach, so ya, you can enjoy it." He looks up at Maj, "He's learning to walk, slowly, but let him into the water. They appear to do a lot better in the water then out." he giggles.

"That'd be us," M'aj drawls, ruffling (and therefore further askewing) his hair in an attempt to wake himself up as he angles his descent closer to the visiting riders. "Name's M'aj, and that's Sebraith," is said with a wince as, yes, his young lifemate goes down in a poof of sand. « I sincerely hope so! » Where Bhal's accent is southern, his is regal, if not a bit husky and pleasant. « It's difficult, keeping all of one's parts moving together and yet separately. » Multicolored lightning flickers for Zhimba's dramatic entrance, laughter rumbling with the bronze's thunder. « Ah yes, how ever did we manage whilst you were away, sister mine, » Seb says amusedly. "So they don't ever grow up to listen?," is asked wistfully of Aerza and Sundari, tired blue eyes flicking to where his bronze has gotten back to his feet to bounce around the bigger blues. "That's… terrifying." Huff. "And I dunno, S'yu. I'm afraid to let him into the water if he can't manage land travel yet," he adds with a grin.

Red *almost* looks up from her book at the voices — but she's been living in a giant room full of these gassy weyrfolk for a while now, and ignoring them seems to be coming easier. She does pause to smirk up at M'aj and his sleepiness, but that Klah by her leg is sure to be defended with her LIFE. « Heh. » Zhimbarceth's all sass, arching her neck and puffing out her little avian chest like it helps. It doesn't. « I could play your wings off, big fella. » That's for both Azminath and Irkevalath, and the little green flicks her tail at her brothers. « Nothing wrong with a little excitement, brother! Sebraith, for example, enjoys crashing headlong into the support beams for sport. » Her clutchmates are the recipients of that bit of charm, as Zhimba clambers even higher up her perch. It's possible that Red should be stopping her, but she's, well. Not. She *is*, however, scribbling furiously in her notebook. Maybe it's best to just let Zhimbarceth take the stage like she wants to.

« You'll be better at moving than your human soon. I'm better than the mine, just yesterday she fell in the mud, BWA-!» Azminath's laughter is promptly cut short as Aerza dashes forward and delivers a swift kick to her life mate's tail. Someone's had training. "Enough!" The redhead is a bit embarrassed, but with a slight cough she resets her features. "I'm Aerza and that's Azminath…" Cue a glare. Not that the blue seems to care, annoying his lifemate is a favorite past time of his. And besides, the dragonets are much more interesting! « Oh /can/ you? » A rumble of amusement is thrown towards the climbing green, « I'd like to see you try! » There's no missing the challenging note in his voice. "If you're lucky, yours will grow up to listen." Here the redhead smirks a bit at the weyrlings, "Min is just…let's just say that I don't think he'll ever grow." And as annoyed as she may sound, there's a softness to her expression. Deep down she adores him!

S'yu blinks a little bit at the interactions with the riders and their lifemates. Having to feed, muck and oil his growing dragon has certinally demistified the whole experiance of being a rider, but of course, the interactions of others cause him to tilt his head. He is confused, is it always like this? Bhal just lowers his head into the water until just his nostrils push out. «Since I cannot hunt land mammels…can I hunt fish?» is his question. Siyu huffs some. "Only if one is silly enough to flit into your mouth. I don't want you going into deep water yet, I can't haul you out…" he looks at Maj. "They seem to do better in the water. They're bodies float pretty well."

Irk warbles out a bit while he shits and is soon looking towards his lifemate and Aerza with a lift of his head. « Hey… Why she yelling at us? We didn't do anything! » A low croon escaping him while he shifts a bit on his paws. Sundari smirks a bit while eyeing Azminath and Irk. "Maybe we shouldn't let them play with one another anymore?" This said to Aerza. "That is Irkevalath and I'm Sundari.. Hope we haven't bothered you all to badly."

Sebraith takes courage in Azminath's words. « That shouldn't be too difficult to manage. M'aj is so tired lately, I'm surprised he manages to move at all, » he says so blithely that he probably deserves a kick just like the one Aerza offers her blue. As for Zhimba… « Sport? It was dark, » Sebraith says, feigning injury. « Besides, who ate a VTOL in the name of science? It certainly wasn't me. » Two can play that game, though, to be fair, the bronze is in it more for the humor than for hurting her pride. Then Azminath challenges her. « Now we're in for it. » M'aj definitely eyes that klah over by Red, meanwhile, but he knows better than to even try. Besides, he recognizes the book, and even more wisely decides against bothering her. For now. He hums instead for Aerza's words, not quite comforted, but sharing in that fond expression regardless. "Ah well. Guess it can't get much worse than it already is." A beat. "And now I'm gonna regret saying that," he adds with a wince. "Nice to meet you both, anyways," is said towards the riders with a crooked smile, head shaking to reassure Sundari. "Nah, not at all. It's nice to have visitors, especially from other weyrs. It all blurs together after a while, gets hard to remember there's life out there." A thoughtful noise is given towards S'yu along with a shrug. "Maybe next time S'dny comes to visit, I'll ask him to keep an eye out while we try."

« Come on, show me why I should. I'm gonna make the Big Guy mad, I'm gonna need a reason. » Zhimba challenges right back, wobbling a little on her precarious perch and righting herself immediately. Somehow. « Ugh, Bhaltairth, don't do that. Think of where that water's *been*. » It's a plaintive mutter, despairing and not amused, as she picks up to the highest point she can go and gives herself another fanfare. Obviously, she's won this round. Ikevalath's chagrin is offensive; the little green huffs, flapping both wings in a vague 'come on!' gesture. « Come on, big guy, stow the pout! Don't let her get you down. Sebraith doesn't let anything get *him* down. Any further than he already is, anyways. » And if Zhimba knew what a ba-dum-tsh was, there's no doubt she'd manage it. « And I learned something. Do you know what that's like, brother? » Yeah, Red is not getting in the middle of that. If Zhimbarceth wants to get herself in trouble with visiting riders, she absolutely can. She'll jump in if she really has to. Like if Zhimba really does decide to jump off that cliff in a show of bravado.

"Oy….play nice." Aerza's words are directed not at the weyrlings, but at the blue's. She'll give them a narrowed eyed look before turning back to Sunny. "Where'd we go wrong with them?" There's a heavy sigh as she leans an elbow on the woman's shoulder. Where indeed! « Soon you'll be big and fast…he won't stand a chance at catching up. BWAHAHA! That's where the fun begins! » Seriously, Azminath is not a good influence on baby dragons. Luckily, these little ones seem to have better heads on them than he does! « It isn't why, but why not? Unless…ah I see, you're scared of losing to me! It's alright, you're still a baby after all little green! » There's still that challenging tone coming from the blue's mind, as well as a hint of teasing. "At least yours doesn't dig around your mind and spread gossip about the Weyr." This offhand comment is thrown to the weyrlings. "Or well…maybe they do. You'll want to nip that in the bud as fast as you can, believe me." That happened far too often with Min!

Irk shifts and wiggles while settling there upon the sands and a crooon esacpes him while he looks over the little dragons. « There sorta funny looking.. An't they? » This sent to Azminath, and yes to the other younger dragons as well. He is sooooo smoooth! Sundari sighs a bit while she watches and shakes her head a touch. "No telling what happened. I blame Irk getting dropped on his head or somethin'." She ooks to the Weyrlings and grins. "How you al liking like as riders now? Way different I bet huh?"

Azminath is a great influence! If one wants to inspire terrifyingly insubordinate weyrlings, that is. « You know, I never considered it that way, » Sebraith says. « If he can't catch me, he can't come after me. I shall apply myself to physical training, » he murmurs, more to himself than to the blue, though everyone can hear it. « As for you, Zhimbarceth, that is mighty talk from someone smaller than me, » Sebraith argues for the sake of it, because he's learned that of all dragons, Zhimba can actually take what she dishes out, but he's ultimately unbothered by the ribbing about his size, or how weird he looks (thanks, Irkevalath!). « Learning is enlightening, and fascinating. It broadens our horizons. It doesn't, however, involve planting a grub-infested redfruit under Mal'co's cot 'just to see what happens.' » Or at least, it shouldn't, his tone seems to say. Mack grins for the exchange between Aerza and Sundari, eyes crinkling with amusement before snorting for the idea of spreading gossip. "There's no gossip to be found, when they share anything and everything out loud to begin with. We're working on that, though," is said grimly, lest the Great Underpants Incident of 2705 gets repeated. "It's definitely different," he adds, agreeing with Sundari. "Life is… monotonous, for now. Wake. Eat. Oil. Sleep," he says, though the sleep part is clearly lacking for him right now. "I'm looking forwards to trying something new."

Zhimbarceth is…not even sort-of above being goaded into things. « *You're* funny-looking! » The little green huffs at Irkevalath, while she flicks both wings in a general dismissal of Azminath and his obvious lack of enlightenment. « Buffoonery! *Baby*; your eyes are getting dim, old man! We're no babies. » Zhimba lies right through her…teeth?…with a straight face. Which is mostly extended to Sebraith's poking and prodding, because he's the only one good enough to keep up with her. Not that she'd ever say *anything* of the sort, instead flashing a gape-mouthed grin at the larger dragonet. « Brains, brawn, and all that, brother. Too bad you've clearly neither; that was perfectly controlled! » It really wasn't. Also, maybe somebody should stop her, because for all the posturing, Zhimba is actually sizing up the beach below. Granted, it's not far enough to really break anything, but probably…sting. "I'm not sure Zhimbarceth's ever going to hunt for herself. Why do people become dragonriders?" That's Red, from her little corner, looking up with something like despair before just. Setting her head gently on her book and leaving it there. « Alright, ladies and gents! Watch this. » Oh boy.

"Heh, I wish I had an excuse like that for Mine. Though…maybe I whacked him one too many times, it could all be my fault." Aerza winks at Sunny before letting her gaze slide over to M'aj with a grin. "Enjoy the monotony while you can, they'll be up to no good before you no it." Speaking of no good! There's Zhimba getting into trouble already! « Is jumping off a cliff your idea of showing you're grown up? BWAHAHAH! What an interesting little one! » Azminath, as an older dragon, /should/ be discouraging the green's endeavor but he isn't. Instead he maintains his position at the bottom of the cliff. He looks as nonchalant as ever, but there's a slight tense to his muscles and a glint in those swirling eyes that says otherwise. Child-like he may be, but the blue /is/ a search and rescue dragon after all and if something goes wrong…well, he'll help as best as he can. Though to be honest, he doesn't look half as worried as Aerza does right now. "Oy oy oy! Life as a rider aside…is she going to be alright?" Leave it to the redhead to worry!

« There goes the pot, calling the kettle black again, » Sebraith drawls, taking his victories where he may, tone supreme. « Controlled? There were grubs everywhere. Why do you think your Red is briefing herself on etiquette? » Well, maybe that's not the only reason why, but it makes sense to him. « What you don't know, because you've already moved on to the next big thing, is that one of them escaped the cleaning, burrowed into Mal'co's trunk and is making the most fascinating mess of the wood right now. If you are amenable, we should go see what progress it has made since I checked on it last. » That is… perhaps said because he's suddenly realized the green really is going to jump, and though he might give her flak, he really is protective over the tiny thing. Bless. He's already trotting towards the barracks and all, clearly expecting her to follow. "Up to no good. What must that be like," M'aj mumbles sarcastically as he watches his dragon go. Sure, he might act like he tunes the bronze out half the time, but there's no mistaking the trouble Seb's about to go get himself into, spilling all of Mal's stuff on the floor (again). "I'd better go stop him. It was nice meeting you at any rate. Hopefully we'll cross paths again. Clear skies," he says, flicking Aerza and Sundari a grin that's bright, considering how dog-tired he is. With a wiggle-fingered wave, the young man jogs up the beach to rein in his lifemate before things go too far, hopefully.

Red lifts mournful eyes to stare at Aerza. "Is anything ever okay?" The kid sighs, wistful and not even slightly helpful. Really, she and that hellion of a dragon *deserve* each other. But we can chalk it up to the raccoon eyes the girl's wearing, or the little tremor of sleeplessness and too much klah she can't seem to shake. "Look at her. Does she look fine?" A beat. A guilty look at the book. "Ma'am." Right, because that totally makes it better. Zhimbarceth is totally not up for the boys' naysaying; the little green flares her wings and trumpets, tipping tauntingly like she might just fall on Min's head. « Watch it, pal! I got eyes on you. » She laughs, wild and maybe a little off-kilter, but — ooh. Wait. « Did you say burrowed? Huh. They shouldn't be burrowing. Show me. » And worse, the teeny green barrels down right back the way she came, except for headlong and reckless, and at this Red lifts her head to glare. "You're going to break your stupid neck and I'm going to feed you gruel for the rest of your life, idiot!" The girl calls, but it doesn't help. Zhimba's already chasing Seb and Mack. Red stands, slowly, and eyes the rider warily. "If, uh. If you don't mind, ma'am…?" She makes a gesture that might be covering 'I should probably follow her'.

Aerza's been holding her breathe but finally lets it out when the green follows her brother's lead. "It was nice meeting you as well." The words along with a wave and smile are thrown in M'aj's direction. The redhead's relief is mirrored by Azminath, who relaxes and let's out a chuff of laughter. « How interesting! BWAHHAHA! » He'll have to visit again. "Just Aerza is fine, and of course…go on!" A grin is given to Red, one that holds just a bit of sympathy. Poor tired weyrlings, hopefully they'll both get some rest soon! She'll wave after the disappearing figures before rounding on Azminath and placing both hands on her hips. Now, to deal with this one!


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