Eastern Weyr - Cove
The darkling black of the sand merges with the crystal blue of the water, creating a brilliant and playful blend of color that fluctuates by sunlight and moonlight. The cove spreads from the mouth of the river towards the ocean, mixing saltwater with fresh for an invigorating rush that is teeming with life.
Nighttime brings the parties to the beach and cove. With paperlanters lighting the pathways and torches lighting the parties, how can this island paradise go wrong when the weather is in its favor. Springtime has arrived on Eastern Weyr, the flowers budding with wild abandon and all about new growth of the jungle seems to be the theme both in the animal and plant kingdoms.
Eastern's sun beats down its heat on Eastern's shores. In the turns since she impressed, Fi has gotten more comfortable with Weyr customs. Enough so that she's shed her crisp Terra Wing uniform in favor of of a lighter swimming uniform. It's still much more concealing than most people's swimsuits, but her legs are showing!!!!! She's in the water with her gold, working soapsand against her hide with a large, slightly rough brush. The gold's eyelids are drooping and the first layer is closed completely as she humms a pleased response to the ministrations.
Rhieyeth pads up the beach behind her lifemate, keeping her milky eyes on Miyan and Lyria as they move ahead. The greenie is dressed in a flowing sundress that falls to her knees, teal in color and sleeveless. Today she's sporting a couple look with Lyria who is dressed in a mini-version of the same outfit. The straps of dark blue bathing suits can be seen on their shoulders. Miyan cradles the little girl in her arms, her gaze mostly on her but shifting to the beach now and then. "Fi!" Cue broad smile and a quick change of direction towards the gold pair.
Tzavayth's gaze comes up, then she croons gently to the green, her silken mind venturing out with a murmured sussurance of. « Good day, Rhieyeth. » Fi waves the brush to her classmate, "Miho! Long time no see. How's Rhie and the little one?" Bath? What bath? Tza gets a shove, sending her out to rinse so Fi can come ashore and meet Miyan on the sand, "How's Eastern's newest babe doing?"
« Enjoying a bath? Or were before we came…» Rhieyeth sends an amused shimmer of bells to the gold before moving into the water and curling up in the cool surf. "Both doing great. I think Rhie makes up for her hate of furry creatures and flits with a dire love for babies. Or at least my baby." Lyria's silver-blue eyes shift over to Fi and the girl lets out a soft giggle, chubby fingers reaching up to the woman. "And this one is a little ball of social."
Tzavayth rinses herself thoroughly, then moves to curl up next to Rhieyeth with a comfortable chrrr, « She'll finish. » Or she'll regret it. They both know that. « For now the sun is fine. » Fi shifts to get a better look at the child, "Dragons are like that. I'm surprised Rhie hasn't gotten you to fit the little one for a saddle yet." She reaches forward with a finger, letting the child snag if she wishes, "How old is she now?"
« Eastern sun and water…rather perfect really. » Rhieyeth's eyes lid over as her tail swishes through the wather with content. "She might be more protective of Lyria than me and possibly even J'yn." Which is saying something. "Rhie says she'll consider it after Lyria's been crawling for longer than a few weeks." The glasscrafter glances over to her lifemate and chuckles with fondness while Lyria takes the opportuniy to grab Fi's finger and attempt to shake it arround. "5 months, almost six."
Fi barks a dark sort of laugh, "More protective than J'yn? Was it just a rumor I heard about him drawing steel on someone over her honor already?" Clearly, the nannies have been busy with his reputation. "So old already? I feel like I hardly leave the office some months. She's adorable." Fi gives her finger a little flex, testing her strength.
"Rumor rumor! I swear. There's this nagging feeling that they'll both be flirting with danger when she gets older." Miyan laughs softly, a smile pulling at her face. "Time flies, though I do think I need to drag you out of your office more often. You should come over and hang out with us if you can grab a break." Lyria pulls back against that flexed finger, reaching up to add her second hand to the first in a doubled effort.
Fi gives a nod and another quick flex of her finger as the second hand is add, "She's strong like her dad." She glances back up at Miyan and chuckles, "S'rok keeps telling me I should take you shopping or something, just get out of the Weyr for more than a hatching, but it's hard to motivate myself when there's so much to do. At least Tza's last class will be graduating soon."
"She's got a lot of her dad in her. But she's perfect that way." Miyan smiles that mushy mother smile of hers down at Lyria before turning back to Fi. "Actually…that doesn't sound like a bady idea. Both Rhie and J'yn have been telling me to go do something. I can leave her with him for a day and we can leave the work behind for a bit. Maybe after the graduation if that would be easier for you."
Fi snorts softly, "Hopefully she has your looks, at least." Her eyes glaze, momentarily conferring with her dragon. The gold, in turn, raises her head and shoots a small spout of water at the pair. Fi runs a hand through her dark hair and says, "Tza says as soon as her children are assigned, we're going to Ierne or she'll kidnap me and tell S'rok I'm being a shut in again."
"I'd hope her muscles don't take after his too much." Miyan chuckles and shifts Lyria to cradle her on the other side. "I think Tza's very smart. Besides, the sun is good for you. And Ierne is nice. Honestly you deserve a break, even if it can't be a very long one."
"I get plenty of sun here." Says the Weyrwoman who manages to rarely sport a tan. Fi gives her fingers a little flex and chuckles, "I think she'll take after you for muscles, too. Most girls don't…" she motions with her free hand, "Grow big muscles. I could use a new gather dress, though."
"Plenty of sun while you aren't either doing paperwork or bathing Tzavayth?" Miyan grins while Lyria reaches over for fi again and waggles her fingers at the Weyrwoman. "They looked better when I was still doing glasswork every day." This about her muscles. "As Rhie says…you can /always/ use a new dress and you can never have enough. So how about it? Sound like a plan?"
"Plenty is relative!" Fi grins down at the child and wiggles her fingers back before glancing at Tzavayth. There's a momentary contest of wills, then she sighs, "Yeah, we'll make a day of it after the graduation."
"You can hold her if you like. I can promise you won't get anything on you if you do." Miyan laughs before glancing from Lyria to Fi once more. "And good! It'll be nice to get away for a bit. Just think about it…no paperwork for an entire day. It's practically a mini-miracle."
Fi will take that baby, oh yes she will! She gives Lyria a little rock and nods slightly, "Unless it multiplies while I'm gone. I have nightmares, you know. That I'll come back from a night off and find it copulating."
While other baby's might cry if they're handed over, Lyria doesn't. Instead, she seems more than pleased. There's a happy giggle as the baby glances up at the Weyrwoman, followed by more grabbyhands but this time towards Fi's chin. Miyan takes the opportunity to giver her arms a small massage so she can loosen the muscles. "Can you give Etzlix a little extra for one day? That way you know it isn't secretly having children when you're away."
Fi's chin is small, so baby fingers will slip off it, "I can, but I can only give her so much. She's…" Fi sighs gently, "She's doing her best, I think, but there's till too much pirate in her."
Lyria pouts at slipped fingers and tries again. Persistent this one is. "I'm sure a few more turns will see to a bit of pirate loss. She's a few turns younger than I am I think…probably still new to her. Maybe you can bribe one of the older brats to do some of the less official running around or something?"
Fi grins at the little one in her arms as her chin gets fondled again, "I hope you're right. She's my right hand and right now I wouldn't trust her to handle things if I fell ill. Kesti used to help out, but after he stood… well, I haven't seen much of him."
"You won't fall ill, I'm sure. Have you talked to her about it? That might help." Miyan lets out a soft sigh at the lack of Kesti presence and shakes her head. "I'd ask J'yn to offer up his son for it, but I think he might be a bit too abrasive…."
Fi keeps up gently rocking the baby in her arms, "I can whip that out of him." Fi glances briefly up at Miyan, an evil grin on her lips, "I'm afraid to put too much pressure on the girl. As it stands, she's likely to take over if… well, you know. I don't want to work her too hard now and ruin her."
"If you do, it'll make all of our lives easier." Miyan smirks back at the grin, whil Lyria obliviously continues to make grabs at Fi's chin and cheeks as well now. "There won't be a second half tothat if." Oh yes, the glasscrafter is one tries not to think too much about that sort of thing. "Ease her into it bit by bit and I'm sure she'll be fine. Maybe she just neds time…"
"I believe S'rok would say I need to learn to let go." Fi leans down enough to rub her nose against the baby, "I'd kind of like another assistant. I'm sure he could be… adjusted."
"It's hard to imagine you letting go, personality wise. But it's good if you do." Miyan grins while Lyria happily nuzzles back and…then makes a grab for Fi's hair (gently at least). "I can talk to J'yn then if you'd like then. Adjustment would probably be good for the boy."
"Rok says… well, he often quite pointedly implies that I need to unwind or I'll eventually go mad." Fi grins down at the baby again, "I'm not sure he's wrong. What is the lad's name?"
"Perhaps we could even arrange something formal, such as a fostering, if J'yn would like."
"He isn't wrong, but you seem to be doing alrightish so far. We'll just have to make sure we keep it that way." Miyan grins before continuing to work at her arms. "Lyryn…I think he's just turned 14. Course I'll have to run all of this by J'yn. Maybe you should stop by and the evening and we can talk?"
"He does… help in his own way. Though with as much as he travels politicking sometimes it's not enough." Oddly personal conversation for Fi, really, "Fourteen's old enough to craft. I suppose like most weyrbrats he's hoping for a dragon sooner rather than later?" She shoots a glance at Tzavayth. She sees you, gold.
"The duties of a Weyrleader…it must be tough on both of you. But we're here for you, just remember that. Even if it's something small." Miyan gives a slight shrug as to Lyryn's hopes. "He might…I haven't actually talked to him very much. It's kinda awkward. And I've never been particularly adept in the social department."
"He's Mahlia's Weyrmate, not mine. I should really… but there isn't one, I suppose. Not since Ur'con." Now she's just sad, though Fi tries to cover it by giving Lyria another little nuzzle, "At his age, you either take them into line or let them run rampant. It wouldn't be my first unruly apprentice to bring in line."
Miyan moves over, wrapping an arm around Fi and giving her a tight squeeze. Lyria cuddles against Fi, giggling happily. The happy obliviousness of a baby. "Oh Fi, I'm sorry…." The glasscrafter trails off, biting her lip. "Maybe Rhie will scout someone at Ierne for you. She's good at that." Miyan forces a little humor into her voice and smiles. "If anyone can bring him in line, you can."
Fi leans into the hug, still bobbing the baby, "I'm not sure I want a dragon playing matchmaker. I just…" She sighs gently, "I miss Ur'con. And Rok's… shards, he's a lifesaver in some ways, but he's Mahlia's."
"She's not half bad at it." Miyan says softly before giving Fi another squeeze. "He's Mahlia's, yes….but do you like him? In that way?" She asks cautiously and then glances down at Lyria. "Maybe you really do need some facetime with non-Eastern riders."
Fi reaches cautiously to beep Lyria's nose, "I don't know? I enjoy doing things and I enjoy his company, but I'm… broken, I guess. I don't think I know what it means to like someone like that. I still… there's that holder part of me that yearns to find someone to spend my life with and not just… dally."
Lyria giggles and makes a quick grab for Fi's fingers. "Just because you haven't felt it yet doesn't mean you're broken. You don't have to just dally, but you do have to look around for a chance. And Eastern doesn't seem to give you a very large selection unfortunately."
Baby giggles fix a lot. Or at least they make Fi smile, even if it's a little sadly, "I'm over thirty Turns now, Miho. I can only wait so much longer before moments like this… just aren't something I can have anymore."
"My parents had me when they were in their 50's. For different rasons." And they're dead now, but Miho won't mention that. "You'll find someone, I know it. You just have to widen your search and take a few more chances."
"I'm not good at taking chances. And I don't," Fi sighs, wriggling her fingers between Lyria's, "I don't want to hurt again. And I'm not sure I'll ever really get over Ur'con."
"Just because you aren't good at it doesn't mean you can't. One day there's going to be someone that will come and he'll fix it all. And he won't hurt you." Miyan says softly while Lyria continues to wrestle with the Weyrwoman's fingers. The little girl is all smiles as usual.
"I hope you're right." Fi keeps up that playful finger battle with the baby, "I want to be more than just some Weyrwoman. More than just my job. But it's hard."
"I /am/ right. I know I am." Miyan says, nodding and sound more sure about this than she has about most things. Lyria grabs one of Fi's fingers and tries to bite it…with her gums. "Hey, stop that Lyria. I think the key to that is us dragging you out more."
Fi sighs gently, but doesn't seem to mind being a chew toy, "I want someone here, though. Not someone halfway across Pern. I just want… to be happy, I guess. I just don't know how to do it."
Miyan moves to try and turn Lyria's head away from Fi's fingers…which doesn't seem to work at all. And that's when her gaze turns to Rhieyeth and she frowns slightly. "Well, Rhie would like me to tell you that he can always be brought here with the right persuasive means. Personally, I think that the first step from happiness is not being overworked."
"I don't mind." Fi says of the baby gnawing, "It's hard to pull people from their homes, though. I'd rather just… find someone here if I could. Someone who understands why my work is so important."
"If you're sure…just pull away if it gets to you," Miyan adds about Lyria's continued finger-chewing. "You get out of your office and keep your eyes peeled then, and so will I. If this is what you truly want, then it will work out. I know it will."
Fi nods slightly, "Perhaps. No blind dates, though. Those are just awkward." She smiles down at the baby for another moment or two, then murmurs, "So… how's J'yn adapting to parenthood?"
Miyan makes a face, "Believe me. I wouldn't subject you to something like that even if Rhie tried to make me." Lyria tries to move on and bite another of Fi's fingers, one that she hasn't drooled on yet. "You know…I never pinned him down for the father type. But I'm starting to think he just never had the chance."
Fi doesn't fight the baby finger nomming, "I'm glad to hear that. It happens to a lot of riders. Flights or whatever and mom's pregnant in the morning, but she doesn't want much to do with dad, so she just does it her own way and leaves him out. I know I'd be furious if it were done to me."
"I probably would've had a mental breakdown if she hadn't been J'yn's. I can understand that part….but keeping a dad out of it isn't right." Miyan sighs and shakes her head. Lyria continues the finger nomming which earns the Wingsecond's continued watchfulness.
Fi arches a brow at Miyan, "Who else' could she have been? I mean, flights happen, but… look at her." She gives the finger in the mouth a little wiggle, "And I bet marks to merriment he'd love her either way."
"No one's, I meant in general. Not at that time. But if my first hadn't been J'yn's I could understand where those kind of women were coming from." So apparently Miyan has been thinking about this. The glasscrafter brushes a finger across Lyria's cheek. "Maybe. The last part….I don't know about…."
"There was a time… but now? I'm not sure I'd care whose it was so long as I had a weyrmate to share it with. I feel… alone. At least when Tza's sleeping." Fi sighs. "Maybe I should put up signs. Weyrwoman desperately seeking love, apply at Eastern. Bring your body armor."
"I'm a coward, plain and simple. Even now." Miyan smiles faintly and then reaches over to give Fi another squeeze. "I'd let you borrow Lyria for a few nights, but I'm not sure you wanna deal with her waking up. And the diapers." She'll chuckle softly at the talk of a sign. "You put up the sign. Rhie and I will work behind the scenes. You'll be set in no time."
"Don't call yourself that, Miho. You found your way long before I did." Fi leans down to plant a small kiss on Lyria's forehead, "Overnight probably wouldn't be the best idea, but you're always welcome to bring her for a visit."
"It only looks like I found my way. I'm still scared, so scared. And I shouldn't be. Remnants of old Miho I guess." The Wingsecond grins crookedly and watches little Lyria as she giggles and snuggles against Fi. "I'll bring her by more often. All part of the plan to drag you out more." It's a hot hot hot day at Eastern, with the sun beating down on the beach. Miyan and Fi are standing on the sands with Lyria in Fi's arms. Rhieyeth and Tzavayth are curled up in the cool waters while the humans talk.
Fi turns a little, tipping Lyria up so she seems to be looking at her mother, "Look into this face and tell her you're afraid. Trust me, she knows. But you need to be strong for her, anyway. Just like I need to be strong for the Weyr even when I want to be weak." She lets her arms come back to more properly cradling the baby, "Truth be told I'm a little jealous. You've got your Weyrmate and your dragon and your first child. I've got thirty turns and… Tza's amazing, she really is." The pale gold gives a 'you betcha buddy' croon and Fi smiles, "But she knows I'd be happier with a family."
Nothing like a hot, hot Eastern day to drive people to seek respite in the waters, or better yet the promised safety of the cove. Where black sands meet clear blue waters, Mahlia pads down the beach, one foot after the other, head hanging to watch as toes separate and squish on the ground below. Cenath is practically deep sea diving, way off in the distance sending splashes of cool water towards the group of firelizards circling above before diving in around the shimmering-murk of green dragon. There's a squeak and some voices that lend to the Wingleader perking an ear, head lifting to toss curly locks, emerald eyes fixing on the pair.. ehemm and a half, in the distance. She hears only the last few words of the conversation as she gets close enough, and this nearly makes her turn on heels and hightail it out of there, but a smile replaces the flight or fight instincts and a wave joins in on the greeting. "Fi.. Miyan.. good to see you loves.. hope m'not interrupting.." is said with a bow of the head for the pair.
Miyan bites her lips, looking over at Lyria before closing her eyes for a few moments. She takes a deep breathe, running a hand through her black locks and then looking to her daughter with a smile. "Strong…never been a word associated with me. But I'll have to make sure it is from now on, won't I?" Miyan squeezes Fi's shoulder and shakes her head. "Thirty turns means nothing. There's a guy waiting for you out there, and he'll fine you." Her tone again sports no room for doubt. Unsure as she is about herself, Miyan seems plenty sure about Fi. Her attention wavers from the goldie at the wound of a familiar voice. Green eyes move to fall on Mahlia and the Wingsecond smiles. "It's good to see you too Mahls. And nah, you're not interrupting."
Fi bobs a nod, "For her and for J'yn and for yourself, Miho. You're the one who's going to have to keep him from killing every boy she likes, after all." Dark eyes come up as the other greenrider approaches and she raises her fingers in greeting, "Mahls! It's good to see you! How's the shiny knot treating you?" She shifts the baby around so it's staring at Mahlia, "Have you met Lyria yet?"
Mahlia suffocates the awkwardness attempting to bubble its way in to the situation, holding her breath for a few steps before letting it out quietly. Orbits sparkle against the sands and sunshine, a slow burst of wind slipping past the mouth of the cove tosses tendrils before they're tucked behind ears. Miyan's gaze is met, green eyes crash like the waves on the shore, a sweet and unyielding fondness for her glasscrafty clutchsis. Arms open to offer a hug if unobtrusive, but can easily settle in to a gentle brush across a shoulder for the greenrider. "Well it's been too long dear friends.. thank you.." Soft gaze wanders towards the baby wielding goldie, same warm smile and genuine expression. "Fi.. I can't thank you enough. Working with Flame has been amazing.. we've streamlined drills and rescues and continue with non-stop sweeps. Now for something exciting to happen!" Be careful what you wish for! "How have you two been?" She queries and adds "And no!! Lyria? She's beautiful.. Miyan is she?" Huge grin and wiggling fingers are sent to baby.
"Faranth…I'm afraid of when she becomes a toddler and she has a little kid crush on someone. I can imagine it now. J'yn sitting there making evil eyes some poor kid that's just hit 5 turns." Miyan laughs softly and glances over to Lyria. The little girl turns curious eyes to Mahlia, considering the woman for a moment…and then breaking out into an adorable chubby cheek smile that is coupled with a giggle. The glasscrafter will accept the hug from Mahlia and give her greeniesis a quick squeeze before pulling back to look at Lyria once more. "Been good though, you? And thank you…she's got that heart-breaker look of her father's."
Fi chuckles darkly, "J'yn would threaten the poor kid, too. It would be awful and hilarious." Awkward, what awkward? "The wing assignments are mostly S'rok's decision, but I was glad to agree with him on your appointment. It might be time for another promotion soon, just you wait." Does she cast a sidelong glance at Miyan? Yes. Yes she does. "And I'm glad to hear that Flame's in good shape, storm season is coming."
Mahlia makes a bit of that 'icky' kinda face, thinking about toddlers and kid crushes. "Oh geeze.. I can hardly imagine!" There's a bit of a chuckle to match Miyan's as she glances at her babe. "You and J'yn will figure it out though.. you're both wonderful y'know?" The greenrider is relieved goofy grin provoked that infectious kid laughter which, in turn, makes her giggle too. "Darn, she is cute.." Mahl doesn't often say that of kids, but Lyria seems to be an exception. There's a sigh, bob of the head and shrug of the shoulders as she moves in for a squeeze "Oh.. work is busy and all but good overall." The greenie turns towards Fi to get a read as to whether or not hugs are in store for them, baby and all! Right no awkward. "Any way I can be of service. My heart and duty belongs to Eastern for as long as Rukbat rises. I owe my very well-being to the amazingness here, Flame is ready for just about everything!"
"If Lyria had been a boy J'yn would've egged it on. Some poor kid is gonna get traumatized…." Miyan laughs softly and shakes Lyria's foot. Awkward? None of that here either. The glasscrafter dosn't seem to notice any glances but there's a slight frown for the talk of storm season. No, she doesn't enjoy that. "Wonderful's a bit of an overstatement I believe. But yes….she is cute. That I'm behind 100%." Lyria tilts her head at Mahlia, lifting her hands and moving them up and down in a wave sort of thing. Though maybe she's just waving them around for fun. "
Fi shifts her arms, not-so-subtly offering the child to Mahlia. "Deluge is predicting a record storm season this Turn." Here, take the baby. All her body language says it, "If she'd been a boy, J'yn would already be putting a sword in his hand."
Mahlia practically eeks, that intrinsic response serving her squeamishness well as arms jut out to support the passing of the babe. It's not that she doesn't /like/ kids, she just has very little experience other than T'ya's little one many turns ago. "Oh I.. umm.." There's no turning back now, a smooth hand off and the greenrider is instantly bouncing with Lyria snuggled closely. "Babies like this.. right?" Another chuckle as Miyan deflects compliments and comments on J'yn-antics. "Record storms you say.." Even Mahl doesn't really like the sound of that "..sounds like we'll have to train double time then.. lucky for my Wingriders.." Just then Cenath bugles and heads in to greet Rhie and Tza "And lucky for Cenath, she loves stormriding.."
"For some reason, I'm beginning to get this feeling that all my children will all be heartbreakers or fighters, or both." Miyan glances at the baby being handed over and quirks a grin. "You know….you guys can always give her back. There's no obligation to cary her. But hes, she does like the bouncing." As is clear by the giggling from Lyria and the grabbyhands making for Mahlia's hair (gentle grabbyhands). Rhieyeth croons over at Cenath, lifting her head from the waters with laziness and looking at her green sis.
Fi grins at how awkward Mahlia looks with the baby, "She suits you." The three women are circled on the beach, Weyrwoman, Wingleader, and Wingsecond. Gold and green dragons are curled up in the shallows, another green swimming further out, "That's what might reports say. If we get a nasty hurricane this year, Flame will need to help Deluge with the clean up. And I have a starcrafter petitioning me, as well. Something about a meteor shower, if you'd come by tomorrow and get the paperwork, Miho." It seems giving up the baby put her a little bit back in work mode, "Tza wants to ride rescue, too. It's hard to remind her that she needs to keep home and organize the efforts." She glances at the baby again, that soft smile reappearing, "They'll take after their folks, I think."
Mahlia raises a brow towards Miyan with a quirk of the lips "Well, we can only hope to be pardoned from karmic cycles when it comes to the next generation eh? I hear that's not often how it goes though…" More bouncing ensues, especially with that laughter, but Mahl forgot how enticing hair is to little hands and is quick to cringe when grabbyhands reach for curls. "Whew!" she expresses as it is not tugged on the way she expected. "Suits me…?" is repeated quietly as if deep in thought. "I never.. I mean.. I 'unno if I'll ever. S'alotta work n'all.." She knows there are Wyernannies, but still, it's a good excuse right? "Plus with storms on the horizon, mebbe leave this up to Miyan for now." There's a shift of Lyria in arms, straight towards mum, and Mahl obliges with a steady hand off adding "Flame would be proud to assist Deluge, and let me know if I can help in any way with meteor business too." Cenath coos to the lovely ladies, pointed snout reaching for them in greeting before she moves in to join the literal cuddle puddle.
"I'll come by tomorrow around lunch time. Then I can pick up the papers and we can go eat if you're up for it?" Apparently Miyan is all for helping drag Fi out of the office from time to time. "I'll hope they take after our good sides." The glasscrafter holds her hands out and whisks Lyria away once she's offered. Miyan spins in a little half circle with her daughter, which ellicits a giggle from them both. It's only for a moment however, and soon Miho's back to joining the rest of the conversation. "I'll take care of the children and the crafters. The stormriding and such will be left for the two of you."
Narolor loves his home of Ista, he really does. But there are times that he needs to get out of the rather eccentric Weyr. Sure, he is eccentric himself, but sometimes he can't handle being surrounded by people like himself. So earlier that day he left his home of Ista, hitching a ride to the first Weyr he thought of, Ista. Now, after wandering for quite a while, he has wandered down to the cove. It is there that he sees three women, women that he can't quite identify by appearance alone. Well, three women and a baby. But he does spot the three dragons, a two greens and a gold. Without a second thought he approaches the trio, a half smile on his face. "Hello there, mysterious rider ladies," he calls. "Mind if I join you in this unknown debate?"
The tiny Weyrwoman turns to look at the lad who has approached them, "Eastern's duties…" The question for his name is silent, yet it hangs obviously between them, "I am Fi, Weyrwoman to gold Tzavayth. Welcome to Eastern." She steps slightly to the side so he can join in the little circle if he wishes even as she turns back to Mahlia, "It is appreciated, Mahlia. Please keep your wing, as always, at flight readiness." She inclines her head to Miyan, "Thank you. Please pay special attention to the healers. Chisoo should be graduated by now, we could really use his help organizing both the healers and dragonhealers if we get a bad storm."
Mahlia hands her off and watches, smiling softly as baby and mama spin and giggle noting "That's pretty adorable.." before drawing back to the storm chasing topic and agreeing "They Weyr would be madness without Tza's presence, but if you ever do get a chance to head our for some sweeps, or something, Cenath and I would be at your service for the adventure. And yessum, as always Fi." There is then quick attention drawn towards the new arrival, an unfamiliar face. "Well there young sir, I could the say the same about your peculiarity. Please join us if you think you can handle it." A hand is extended now that they're free. "Mahlia, proud Wingleader of Eastern's Flame Wing and green rider of the lovely Seracenath. What brings y'to the area? Can't say I've seen y'round here before."
"Ah…hello." The black-haired greenie inclines her head to the stranger while swaying back and forth with Lyria. "Miyan, green Rhieyeth's and Phatasm's Wingsecond." Her lips quirk in what might be considered a smile of sorts, but it's hard to tell really. Miho doesn't ask for Narolor's name and business, but she's looking at him expectantly when the others do. "I'll have a talk with Chisoo this evening then. If getting a dragon has done anything, it's made him slightly less of a pain in the butt. But he's good at what he does, so I'm sure he can help." Her fingers absently slide down Lyria's back, patting it slowly.
Oh man, he's among leadership then, and lots of it. He's never had trouble around or acted any differently than he normally does around leadership, but it's interesting that he ran into three of them at his first trip to Eastern. To Fi he replies, "and Ista's duties to you, Weyrwoman." There it is, the formal part. No more now! None! He then continues, "an' m' name's Narolor, ma'am. Not that yu're old enough ta be a ma'am, just respectful an' all." Then to Mahlia he shakes her hand before exclaiming, "oh, I'm sure I can 'andle whatever ya throw at me! Nice to meet ya, Wingleader. An' 'm not 'ere for any reason en particular, jus' needed away from Ista fer a bit." Finally Miyan gets a dip of a head followed by a grin and a bit of a bow, although he nearly trips during the bow and has to straighten up.
Fi has thirty turns, thank you very much. "Don't we sound like a bunch of hoighty toighties?" Fi chuckles and leans to beep Lyria's nose again, "I want to be sure we're prepared. So, I'm sure nothing will come of it." She glances at the bundles of dragon in the water and chuckles, "And to think, I used to hate the beach. What brings you here from Ista, Narolor?"
Mahlia raises two surprised brows as lips turn downwards in that amused expression of consideration kind of way towards the politeness exuded with the whole ma'am flattery. Best she's ever heard when it comes to ma'am'ing someone, and there's a bit of laughter as firm handshake is then shared. "Narolor, well met! You greet us with tenacity and well worded respects. Welcome to Eastern, n'much better to visit for fun than business anyway right?" There's hearty laughter shared for hoighty toighties and she nods, eyes wandering from Miyan and Lyria to Fi nose-bopping as she says "With you two on it I'm sure we will all be prepared for anything thrown at us." Then to Narolor as she confides "Hopefully you'll be so lucky.." Peripheral vision and mindtouch clues her in to Cenath's interest in the new gent on the beach as the dark green dragon starts to slink from the water towards him slowly and slyly.
"You alright? Be careful…." Miyan's brows crease with worry when Narolor trips, but the expression fades as soon as he's straightened. Lyria giggles at the nose beeping and reaches out try and snag Fi's finger. Rhieyeth opens one eye, milky white and sprinkled with green and yellow as she watches Narolor from her basking place. « Are you going to examine the boy? Tell us how he is…» The mental shimmer of bells races out to meet the moving Cenath. "Us /two/ on it? The correct number is three Mahls, can't forget yourself in all of this."
S'rok is visible suddenly. Where did he come from? It's hard to say; but there he is as he wanders down the beach with his hands in his pockets. He's probably just returned from another one of his diplomatic forays to the far holds or that kind of thing that has kept him occupied for months. He has no idea what he's walking into either because he's going over final ship designs in his head and is looking at the sand. Surprise, surprise, he's about a hundred yards off. He's also not wearing his knot . . or any shirt at all, but there's no mistaking S'rok.
Hoighty toighties, eh? They gets a small chuckle from the boy along with a widening grin. And thirty turns old? No, that's definitely not enough to turn someone into a ma'am! Not at all. To her question he gives a small shrug before responding, "don't have a very good reason for that, just needed to get away I guess." Then to Mahlia he announces, "better well met then rambled! Just as fun is a 'orld better 'en work." He gives a click of his tongue before adding, "don't ya know? Lucky is ma middle name!" The dragon sneaking up on him is completely unnoticed, showing how truly oblivious he can be to his surroundings at times. After Miyan tells him to be careful he dips his dead before saying, "I'll try, but trips happen." Oh, S'rok might be unmistakable to most people. But as Narolor has neither seen nor met the Weyrleader before he completely fails to notice who he is without his knots. Perhaps this is why he calls in a completely casual voice, "hey there, man! Going skinny dipping?" Yep, completely appropriate thing to say in front of the leadership and a baby, Narolor. Go you.
Fi looks up at the sudden appearance of S'rok. Were his ears burning? She glances around the beach, "Thank you for looking into those things. Well met, Narolor." She turns and moves up to S'rok, then leans up to peck him on the cheek, "I have business to attend to." She glances back at Mahlia, then at Rok, then steps back to add, "Enjoy the rest of your afternoon!" to the group at large before /bolting/ up the sand. RUN AWAY!
*Addition*
Mahlia leans in towards Miyan and nudges her gently to say "You're a wonderful mum Mi, congrats on your lovely little one. Parenthood must be??" She's not sure what words go there, so a change in subject is more than welcome and she'll turn to Fi with a grin to attempt and gauge her response "That's a good a reason as any ya?" But as quickly as her focus is on the WW, and Cenath's focus is on creeping towards Narolor, the approaching WL is somehow not sensed from miles away. The greenrider smirks and nods in agreement at "..better than rambled indeed.. you umm.." She's about to warn, but Cenath's snout has already reached the gent's backside before she can say a thing. Yep, wedged head sniffs a whuffle right from tailbone to mid thoracic before reporting back to the gals « Seems alright.. smells.. Istan.. » The drawn attention from the group and departure of Fi has her eyes following her all the way towards The S'rok, and yes, she watches every move, catching that back glance from the WW between the two of them.. /awkward/! There's a cordial half wave as she jaunts away quickly, about all she could get in, and now, only the raised brow and crossed arms remain, waiting to see what the beloved WL will do next.
S'rok is totally minding his own business. He's actually enjoying the fact that without his knots nobody has thus far recognized him. Vrath is nowhere in sight either and he thinks he's got it made, he really does. He's tired, he's been dealing with some pretentious asshole from some no-name hold that thinks he is someone all day and all he wants is a little peace and quiet. That's all he wants! A chance to inspect the construction of his ship . . he'd visited he and Mahlia's shared home before he left for the beach but she wasn't home, and now . . he's completely surprised by Fi. The nominally calm, well-spoken Weyrleader just has time to go: "Fuh? Hi, Fi." And then he looks up at the entire spectacle of Miyan, and Mahlia. Well, shards and bells the entire hornet's nest just went off. All he wanted was a chance to relax. That's all he wanted. His eyes look at Miyan with almost a 'help' expression, and then he looks at Narolor. "Greetings to you. I'm S'rok, Eastern's Weyrleader." At least this is calm, as he approaches Mahlia. "If I sweep you off your feet and kiss you like I was going to when I went home first, will you let all anatomy remain intact?'
"If not sure if our Weyrleader is going skinny dipping." Miyan just comes off as awkward. There will be a long frown sent after the Weyrwoman before the Wingsecond looks down at Lyria and sighs. "We'll have to go visit Aunt Fi later, won't we?" There's a grin sent in Mahlia direction when she's called a wonderful mum and it's replied with a tiny shrug. "It's…different." But now, even her eyes are on the WL and Mahlia. "Heyyyy, S'rok." Cue grin. She'd like to help, really, she's just not entirely sure how at this point. "Have you met Lyria? Also, violence is bad for the babies. So you two keep it age-appropriate, alright?" Maybe that counts as helping.
NO! The Weyrwoman has fled, fled and left him to the mercy of the green gals and a unknown skinny-dipper! Really Narolor isn't panicking at all, but it felt right to write those words somehow. Like they /needed/ to enter the world. He does raise an eyebrow when she kisses the unknown skinny dipper on the cheek but other than that there's no reaction. He's about to respond to Mahlia, although he is unsure of why she trailed off, when a green dragon sticks her head into his backside. He is unable to hear what she says as he is no HAD, although he does twist around to say, "hey there, greenie. Smell something interesting?" Then the skinny dipper is talking. Oh, wait, the skinny dipper is the /Weyrleader/? Shards, maybe he shouldn't have been referring to him as 'the skinny dipper' all this time. With a small blush creeping up on him he gives a small dip of his head before responding, "I'm Narolor, Ista's secret overlord." Yep, much more impressive than resident. Tagging on to Miyan's speech he proceeds to add, "right, so no mashing nasty bits." He does not say anything more about Weyrleaders skinny dipping, although the blush on his face does not fade away.
Mahlia hasn't really been one with words this lovely day, which seems to be a common theme for some, and nothing can really be said in reference to skinny dipping at the given moment. "Aye different.. Now that is suiting.." is said to Miyan "..and a S'rok skinny dipping.. oh boy! Now that's a concept" There's the bit of a tension breaker much needed for this situation, but those on edge glances do not stray far as she catches Miyan's greens on her. A simple response of "I'm a lover not a fighter.." is spared while Cenath is making busy with interrogating the Istan gent, eyes aswirl and headknobs ripe for the scritching. Then, there's Mahlia, stewing slightly on the interactions at play, lips closed with a bit of a tight purse as lashes flutter towards the bronzer and she assesses how to respond. Arms fall to her sides, she can't stay mad for long and says "Well.. what are y'waiting for you brute? There's no promises for later, but it's a good start t'avoid any non-G-rated pummeling right now.." There's that welcoming smile he's been waiting for with a nod towards Miyan "I'll do m'best t'keep it age appropriate on the other end of the spectrum too.. for now.. at least… don't need t'give J'yn spawn any early ideas either!"
S'rok is wary of all of this. Because he's wary he doesn't actually have time to process much of what Naralor is saying. He's too busy watching Mahlia's face. "I wouldn't dream of educating the masses or making J'yn appear to be insufficient." He says to Miyan in his typical eloquent self. Then he's still eyeing Mahlia. "It pleases me to meet the new Istan Overlord. I trust you were not injured deposing Cenlia." Mahlia is now much more of the problem, but he promptly steps in — meaning to push her gently past the Istan and Miyan so that they can be behind them and kiss in some sort of relative privacy. Briefly. "Missed you." He comments, quietly. "I vote we go have a talk about all of this in our bunk. It's the best place to discuss it."
"Kissing and making up? Good. I'll just shield her eyes. Violence? Bad. That's my age appropriate spectrum on this." Miyan grins but she'll pout a little at Mahlia soon after. "Also, Lyria is not a /spawn/." So there's a slight nerve hit there, but one can't really blame her considering the girl is Miyan's first and she's on the overprotective side. She must not be bothered too much though, because there's soon a grin on her face once more. This talk of overlords is amusing. "Wait…why would J'yn be
insufficient?"
Ooh, looks like he found himself a S'rok admirer. After all, wouldn't that be why someone would be the most likely to call the idea of him skinny dipping a concept? Oh, look, green dragon! All too eager to get away from what looks like might become a very mushy scene between the Wingleader and Weyrleader Narolor reaches out to give Cenath a nice scratch around the headknobs, a grin on his face the whole time. "Dragons are wonderful," he muses to himself, "'specially the green ones. Very beautiful." It is the Weyrleader commenting that he hopes he didn't get hurt disposing of Cenlia that tears his attention away from Cenath for a moment. Does he think he's serious? If he's going to overthrow a Weyrwoman and become a overlord it /certainly/ won't be Cen. Maybe Western, he's heard /things/ about them. To Miyan's question he proceeds to offer, "maybe he thinks you could do better?"
Mahlia snickers as Miyan imparts some parenting wisdom on her fellow greenrider's severe lack of bebeh knowledge "Kiss n'make up.. oh it'll take more than this, but violence.. yes bad.." at the pout, there's an obvious foot in mouth moment as she "Sorries.. not a spawn.. and S'rok mebbe y'could learn a thing or two from J'yn y'big oaf.." quipped with extended tongue to follow. A glance towards Miyan adds "Maybe you, Lyria and I could grab a meal some day soon too eh? Miss ya clutchsis.." Mahlia.. could definitely be considered a problem right now, and a feisty one no less.. it has, after all, been AGES! She is not so much in a tizzy that she can't be gently pushed in the the background for a little smooch session, those words melting her in to his arms quickly. This is apparently a bit more than S'rok-miration. "Well.." she whispers "..bunk discussions.. yes.. the best place.." She is obviously suaded, peeking over shoulder towards Narolor and joking "She's all yours.. since ya like greens and she also seems t'like ya quite well too in fact. M'sure you'd have no problems feeding, bathing and cuddling her t'sleep right Narolor? Bring her back for am duty though ok?" There's a mild mental detesting to the rider sharing her dragon's secrets, but it's more than apparent as tail wraps around one of the Istan's ankle that Cenath likes this idea.
S'rok is an accomplished diplomat. How does he respond to all of this? With one sideways glance at Miyan, and another at the new arrival from Ista. It's not that he believed that Naralor was the supreme feline overlord of Ista or anything, it's more that he's not paying attention to him. It's not his usual hospitality and politeness, but hey, he has jibbly bits to worry about. "Wouldn't want to show him up." He explains to Miyan and then he releases Mahlia from his arms. "Anyway." He says. "If you need any further discussions . . " He bends slightly and steps in; attempting to hoist Mahlia on one of his shoulders with her belly into it's broadness and his arms around the backs of her thighs. " . . we'll be in our bunk. Eastern's greetings, business discussed later." Apparently, he has nothing more to say as he trots off with Mahlia.S'rok is an accomplished diplomat. How does he respond to all of this? With one sideways glance at Miyan, and another at the new arrival from Ista. It's not that he believed that Naralor was the supreme feline overlord of Ista or anything, it's more that he's not paying attention to him. It's not his usual hospitality and politeness, but hey, he has jibbly bits to worry about. "Wouldn't want to show him up." He explains to Miyan and then he releases Mahlia from his arms. "Anyway." He says. "If you need any further discussions . . " He bends slightly and steps in; attempting to hoist Mahlia on one of his shoulders with her belly into it's broadness and his arms around the backs of her thighs. " . . we'll be in our bunk. Eastern's greetings, business discussed later." Apparently, he has nothing more to say as he trots off with Mahlia.
"J'yn is perfect for /me/. I couldn't do much better. Though he isn't a perfect fit for others." Miyan adds to Narolor, who now has Lyria's attention as well. The little girl leans forward, gurgling happily and reaching for Cenath with one hand and Narolor with the other. About J'yn being showed up? The greenie will ignore that and simply incline her head at bother S'rok and Mahlia. "Lunch later for sure! You two have fun now." There's a bit of a smile before turns back to Narolor. "If you're staying here for a bit and want to see where to stay, you can follow me. I'm heading back to feed Lyria. If you want to know later, ask Cenath to page Rhie once the cuddling is done. However, it isn't terribly impractical to just sleep on the beach either."
While Mahl may not be the best with the babes, Cenath knows what's up, blowing a puff of air the girl's direction with a coo as the tiny hand reaches. The rider, on the other hand, or on the other S'rok's shoulder, is being whisked away with an "Ooif.." as she's hoisted. There's a bit of a squeal and she demands "Oh you.. let up on J'yn.. he is perfect Mimi, and so are you my dear! Lunch pronto… byeee Lyria.." Is said with a wiggle of the fingers as S'rok turns and carries her off over his shoulder. "You be good for your new friend Cenath.. and yes, Narolor, either connect with Rhie or feel free to crash on the large couch in the Weyrgarden if she refuses to stay on the beach." Which she will, that's no place for a green like her to sleep, especially after the oiling she will demand. "Again, welcome to Eastern and nice t'meet ya, and y'can thank me later." When she'll be thanking him for all the work put in, sure that Cenath will nearly run him ragged by tomorrow's return. The dragon makes quick to snuggle right up towards the headknob scratchin's, her lifemate wrapped around the Weyrleader as they trod down the beach. Another lovely day at Eastern Weyr.