A Resort Risk?

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 just barely reaching the end of it's travel, late in the afternoon as it is. The sea breeze picks up, swirling around the skirts of the young woman standing on the beach. She doesn't seem to be dressed for time on the beach, wearing a long dress-like skirt and standing further back from the water. Hesitant to be there it seems like, her hands are twisting together uncertainly.

The sun is just setting and so things are just starting to get exciting on the dockside tavern, but contrary to normal thoughts, that is Wendyn's cue to depart from the venue and leave it to those of more rowdy tendancies. A flush on her cheeks that has nothing to do with the wind, she turns to meander down the beach, lifting her face to the last rays of Rukbat, soaking it in. Meandering footsteps take her past the young woman, before she pauses, tilting her head as she glances back over her shoulder at her. "Are you.. ok?"

Ysabella doesn't seem to notice the question at first, biting her lip. But then she seems to register someone asked something of her and turns, a little startled. "Oh! Yes I'm fine. I'm sorry, I'm not in your way am I?"

"Oh, shards no. You just looked…" Wendyn pauses to consider her words for a moment, "Well, either very lost or very contemplative.. Either way, like that make you needed someone to check on you." The miner turns to step back towards Ysabella, pausing to turn back and glance at Rukbat's fading light. "It is amazing though, isn't it?"

"I hadn't realized I looked quite so out of it," Ysabella said with surprise. "Thank you for the concern." When the view is mentioned, Ysabella turns back toward it and her features soften. "Yes it is quite beautiful out, I'm usually all cooped up so I don't see this often." Or ever really.

"Well, that doesn't sound fun at -all-." Wendyn declares, even as she glances back at Ysabella. "One of the best things about Monaco is the beach. And the sunsets." A hand is offered with a crooked grin, "Wendyn, Apprentice Miner. But not one of those that spends all their time in the mines - I'd miss this too much." And she tosses her head in the direction of the sunset.

Ysabella laughs lightly, reaching out to grasp Wendyn's hand lightly. Not meaning to be rude, just one who doesn't have a particularly strong handshake. "Ysabella, Journeyman Healer. I was told lately that I need to loosen up a little, so I thought I'd try a visit to the beaches. Other than the sunset, I'm having a hard time seeing the appeal." She picks up her skirt a little and shakes off the sand. "Oh, what do you do in the Craft then?"

"Well, I'd say there is a great way to loosen up, up there on the dock, but it might end poorly if you are called to the Infirmary suddenly. I mean, for whoever needs the help." A soft laugh, and Wendyn shakes her head, "Well, for starters, you'll need some new clothes, to really enjoy it. Maybe one of the new shops at the resort would have something you like." Wiggling and digging her own feet further into the sand, there is a handwave. "I specialize in gems - Grading and cutting mainly, once some other poor person digs them out."

A glance back at the tavern and she's frowning in contemplation. "I don't normally drink… I like being always ready." Ysabella turns her attention back to the other woman before looking down at herself. She sighs a little, "I suppose that would be a good first step. I've never been to a beach before, I hadn't realized sand could get just… everywhere. I've been meaning to visit the resort. Have you been?" She looked back up, eyes sparkling a bit. "I haven't seen raw gems before. The ones I do see are very lovely."

"Ahh, the trick is to get some juice in a fancy glass - No one else is paying attention to what goes in it, and it can get fairly entertaining just watching. Besides, you would -never believe- some of the things you overhear." Wendyn's laugh is anything but innocent, and she is clearing her throat a little, trying to regain her composure. "I grew up in Igen - believe me, everywhere is an understatement." Glancing down the beach in the general direction of the resort, she tilts her head. "Only before it opened, I was taking some gems down to the Smith who has a little jewelry shop there."

The sparkle in Ysabella's eyes seems to grow at the mention of the little jewelry shop. "It sounds like they might have quite a few shops down there, I'll have to remember to bring some marks on my visit." For a moment she looks a little concerned, as if she might not have many funds but her expression clears soon enough. "I'll.. have to take your word for that. Delirious ramblings always have me a bit troubled." She can't seem to turn off the Healer in her.

"From the signs going up, a girl could go broke pretty quickly, if she likes nice things, that's for sure. Unless you happen to find a nice person to treat you to some surprises." For now, though, Wendyn at least will be settling for convincing her brother she needs nice things that only a rider's salary can provide. "Aw, that's no fun.. I'll go with you sometime, and you can just take it all in, and I'll make sure no one tries anything." How could you turn down that offer? Wendyn's expression - and her grin - shows it is a true, friendly offer, and not a trick or trap.

Ysabella considers her offer for a moment, studying the other woman with a discerning gaze. But then she's nodding slowly, hands folding in front of her, "I'd like that I think. We'll have to put together a day to go then." She says this hesitantly, still uncertain of the newnesss of their meeting. "And I'll have to save then. I'll be honest I'm a little surprised about there being shops, but I don't really know what goes into a resort. I hope it's taking off alright, isn't this a bit of an experiment?"

"I promise, I don't bite. Well, at least.. not unless someone really deserves it, and I think you are probably safe." Wendyn grins at the Healer, even as she is shifting, and moving to flop down on the sand - unbothered by its tendancy to end up everywhere. "I mean, think of it.. Every day is a gather day. No need anymore to wait for a threadfree sevenday, to make the trip somewhere. No need to hope the trader caravan has what you might like. Talk directly to the crafter.. I don't see how it could go wrong."

"Well when you put it that way," Ysabella says wryly. She doesn't follow the Miner onto the sand, still seeming very aware of her skirt. "It has quite the reputation already to live up to if that's what people think of it. One might never want to leave, though honestly I suppose even Gathers or things Gather-like can get old if you're there long enough." The Healer chuckles softly, "I would hope I'm not getting on your bad side, it's only our first meeting."

Tilting her head back to glance at Ysabella, she shrugs a little. "Sometimes reputations can work in your favor, though, so hopefully it does here too. I wouldn't mind the extra marks in my pocket, if the Smith is willing to buy apprentice cut gems." A pause, "Though, I wonder if they are going to have their own little clinic, or you all will be stuck with the over-partiers too." Maybe something that wasn't totally thought through. A soft laugh, and Wendyn waves a sandy hand, "You already said you don't drink, so you're not likely to cause problems, and you haven't accused me of ~a thieving~ so you are probably ok." Though, that is a rather specific event, certainly.

"I hadn't thought that they might need a full clinic, but even Gathers have their own Healer tents I suppose and this is a more long term thing. It was mentioned to me the other day, but I have been thinking about seeing if they need Healers there." Ysabella goes quiet with contemplation before she's looking at Wendyn with a sharp look. "Why would I accuse you of thieving? Because you're a gemcutter? That's rude."

"Can you imagine some pasty Lordling from Telgar, not understanding what the sun is? Shards, that might be fun to watch, though." At least Wendyn doesn't so far as to actually -laugh- at the imagined misfortunes of others, but it isn't much of a reach. "Shards, I don't know. Some people -are- just rude. Like they know what is going on no matter what." A dramatic sigh, and she is leaning back on her elbows, squinting down the beach. "I think she is just terrible, that's why she did it." And not at all because it was maybe justified, but Wendyn will never admit that.

Ysabella laughs, briefly covering her mouth with her hand. "Oh, I don't have to imagine. I've never treated a Lord Holder but I have treated some folk who, as you say, don't know what the sun is. They regret it quite a bit. The burns can sometimes be quite severe." Ysabella turns her gaze away from the sunset toward Wendyn. "She? Oh, forgive my prying."

"Oh, I don't even know who she was. But she seemed to think she was all important. But really she was just a shardin'.." And Wendyn's mouth quickly snaps shut, blushing a bit as she realizes that perhaps venting so dramtically to a near stranger might have some consequences - and so it seems that silly Lords is a better topic to return to. "And they all laugh at what we wear at home, but I promise, none of -us- have burned like that."

Ysabella knows when not to follow up on a topic, she has enough tact for at least that, easily letting the subject switch back to the Lords. "Do they really have a right to laugh at what we wear? Some of what the Ladies and Lords wear go into the realm of ridiculous."

"Shards, I know, right?" Wendyn just shakes her head with a roll of her eyes. "All the fussiness and .." Whatever else Wendyn was going to say about Lords and their wardrobes is cut off as a large shadow appears overhead, the miner scrambling quickly to her feet, brushing the sand off as she goes. "Sorry, I.. gotta go. He doesn't enjoy being kept waiting." The he in question? Likely her brother's bronze lifemate, who was at least kind enough to give her a warning. "We'll go get you some clothes, so you can learn to like the beach!" SHe offers over her shoulder as she scurries off.

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