Monaco Bay Weyr - Monaco Bay Resort
//Untamed jungle surrounds the paved trail leading to Monaco Bay Resort, but it isn't long before the dense foliage falls away to make way for an expertly manicured garden that serves as a gateway to the developed area. Two large dolphin-shaped topiaries and a massive sign welcome visitors from both near and far, bidding them to continue onward, while a long tunnel of greenery stretches forward. Fronted by an archway made of fruit-laden trees and shaded by a roof of flowering vines, the pathway is protected from Rukbath's rays. The flora is occasional interrupted on either side by arches allowing visitors access to two mid-sized fields. Short, silky grass covers these open expanses, creating the perfect landing zones for dragons. //
When the tunnel finally ends, the view is nothing short of breath-taking. Cobblestone walkways race out in every direction, however these are no ordinary stones. Among the dull rocks are large pieces of smoothed agate - blue, pink, purple, and brown mix together with shades of cream to create fantastical accents for a thing that should be quite ordinary. While the trails are beautiful, the agate stepping stones disappear as the walkways cross elaborate bridges. Each one boasts railings carefully twisted and shaped into dark iron waves, to protect visitors from a fall into waters below for here large man-made canals have been carved into the earth, allowing water to flow slowly amongst the structures. Staircases and towel stations are set up at regular intervals, encouraging visitors to float to their destinations, and consider a new perspective.
Tall lamp posts line the walkways, and should Rukbat be below the horizon, the multi-colored lights that send cascades of shimmering light onto every surface of the resort will be clearly visible.
Having gotten up very early to grab some breakfast fresh out of the kitchen, Bellamy's return to the barracks brings him to the chore board, gaze running down the list until he sees his name next to…'maintenance'. How very ambiguous. It's only after this that he notices that he's been paired with Sonya for the day, news that brings but a single moment's pause before the harper tilllllts his head to the side. Alrighty then. Hair clipped back with a vibrant purple butterfly snap-in barrette, it doesn't take long to track down both Sonya and the person who can flesh out what exactly their chore is. As it turns out, they're sent deep into the jungle to the tourist resort, and once there— they're told to paint— a fence. Cut to Bellamy's blank expression and for once his tone flat, "A fence?" The man nods, "Yes, this fence, with this paint." He thrusts a can of plain white paint at them with a couple of brushes.
Sonya is most certainly /unsure/ of what this ambiguous assignment could possibly be. So with her large floppy hat and slightly misfitting clothes of deep green tunic ( overly large) over dark brown pants ( slightly too short in the leg), she'll travel along with Bellamy. "Pretty barrette. Love the color." she'll note before peering towards the man who knows what the chore is. "Um..paint?" a few blinks. "Really?" brows furrow as she looks to the fence then the paint. "Plain white?" Booooring.
Bellamy's attire is appropriate for working outside at least, with a pair of khaki-capri pants and a pale lilac colored tank top that fits his youthful slenderness flatteringly and on his feet, serviceable bamboo sandals. A collection of varied bracelets adorn is left wrist, some braided leather cord while others made out of embroidery floss with and without accent beads. A wide grin is shared with the young woman at his side as she compliments his barrette, all pearly white teeth and that harper charm, "Thank you! And I love that hat." He very well might even link his arm with hers after that, tralalaing into the unknown, if just for the scene to cut to them both standing there looking as if they'd just been told they have to watch static for the next twelve hours. The man with the bucket and brushes looks between these two kids and sighs with a roll of his eyes, placing the items on a nearby table and peacing out. They don't pay him enough for this shiz. Slowly, slooooowly, Bellamy turns to Sonya and makes that all too important eye contact. Communication, it's not just for mouths anymore, although as he looks deep into his fellow candidate's lipid pools of friendship, a wicked grin forms upon Bellamy's face. Ooh, that can't be good.
Tralalalaa! Sonya beams at the compliment. She loves her new floppy hat acquired since moving into the barracks here at Monaco. Eye contact….link established! Thought trasnfer complete. A matching wicked grin blooms upon Sonya's expression as she glances from paint to fence to paint back to Bellamy. Aha! The man has left them to their dirty deeds. "Great..!" she says out loud pacing towards the table where the impliments of destruction are laid out. "Now where to find…." she muses out loud trailing off. But NO WORRIES! Bellamy will know what she's thinking of.
Somehow, someway, Bellamy's sharky grin goes practically prehistoric. That's right, straight out meglado (scary) as eyes meet, turn towards the supplies and then reconnect. There's a downright smug head bobble of confirmation seconds before he puts on his sweetest chirp and chimes, "Thank you, sir!" The man does not turn, he does not look back, he just keeps walking. Safer that way. Bellamy on the other hand, he waits for the guy to be out of sight and then snaps to it. "Sonya…" he low key hisses, peaking over the way the man had gone and then pointing the direction of the local shops. It's all touristy trap stuff, but that means ADVENTURE! Reaching over, grabbing her hand if she'll allow, he'll totally walk with her that way all discreet like, "I only have like three marks on me, you?”
Sonya grabs the offered hand and away they go to the TOURIST traps. Cause…well they should have like…shiny things right. "Um…" she mentally tallies what she's carrying in her brand new pouch, also obtained recently from storage here, and says. "About two marks I think. The master I was assigned to at Fort gave me a little going away present in celebration of Search here. So…what do you think we'll find??!" ooh how exciting!
For now, that hand is his and Bellamy clutches it just right with his own, moving at what he thinks is a leisurely and completely natural pace. In reality, all the bright and shiny of the two of them together sticks out like a proverbial sore thumb. After Sonya's mental tally, the harper hums in thought, "Let's try not to spend more than a mark and half then if possible…" he murmurs to her quietly, sucking in a breath and shooting off a super friendly, "Good morning!" in reply for the same from a nice trio of tourists. As soon as they are behind, Bellamy hurries their steps with a quick glance around, pulling Sonya into a cute little gift shop packed floor to ceiling with all sorts of kitch. Hey, at least the a/c was working. Silver-rimmed golden eyes survey the this and that and again his lips draw tight over his teeth to expose them broadly, "Perfect."
"Agreed. No more than a mark and a half." she whispers. "Are you good at haggling?" she hopes so. She might be but she doesn't know cause she's never tried. As they step in she too thinks. "Oooh, perfect." she says out loud in agreement. "C'mon!" she tugs him towards small pots of paints of pinks and blues. "They have smaller brushes..?" she wonders then ooohs as she disengages her hand to reach towards a thin brush. "Though I wonder…maybe Viren has some brushes we could borrow." all in the name of saving money.
A mark and half it is then, big mental thumbs up and real times grin for that. The young harper laughs though as Sonya asks about his haggling skills, "Welllll…" comes with a roll of his eyes skywards and an awful lot of consideration, "…it depends." On what? As they step inside and get a look at the shop's offers, Bellamy allows himself to be tugged off towards the paints and other hobby supplies, but one look at the sale's person behind the counter and his smirkest smirk appears in full unadulterated force. Oh gurl, he's totally got this, and that assurance is written all over his face. In perfect timing, Sonya releases his hand just as the young man behind the counter looks over at them and then quickly away, stealing little glances and suddenly looking nervous. Heh heh heh, jackpot! Distracted, Bellamy returns his attention to the paintbrushes, then blinks, "What? Noooo…Sonya! His brushes are for food, he's not going to want to ruin them with paint. You want painty tasting food?" Tsk tsk! "Uh, let me see…." Scanning, scanning. "…ah! Grab those." He says, point to cylinder containing medium thin synthetic brushes two for a quarter mark.
"He brushes food? But..but I thought he did art too." clearly her thinking is his brushes are for art only. She had no clue about using brushes on food! She'll fall silent then and let him do the choosing though….a small can of lavender paint is picked up and carried over to where Bellamy is. "Good?" she asks.
That comes as a surprise to Bellamy, "Does he?" he asks, blinking several times over now and looking mildly confused to boot as he thinks on this, brows forming a little bit of a knot, "Are you sure you don't mean Tykel?" That guy was one hundred percent an artist, all sketching stuff realistically and stuff in the galleries. Not once had Viren mentioned to him anything about making art with anything other than the magic he made in the kitchen. Growing quiet a moment as if in deep contemplation, Bellamy's lashes lower, "Mhmm," he nods for the lavender paint and then points to a tub of deep red, "That one too, I have an idea…." In fact, by the time that the paint choosing is complete they could easily paint a whole rainbow several times over.
"…..maybe." now Sonya is confused. "It probably was Tykel now that you mention it." Hmm…this has her deep in thought for several minutes as she realizes she got her candidates confused. "Then…yeah. We shouldn't take Viren's food brushes." this she is in agreement on. "Great!" she also adds a small pot of yellow as well.
To be perfectly honest, Bellamy doesn't even know what to think just then, head canting to the side as words fail him as well. Ultimately, this means that the harper stands there just staring at Sonya looking completely at a loss. Did she really mix the two young men up or hadn't she? If not, Bell would have a lot of apologizing to do even if it was an honest mistake due to a lack of all the information. There wan't much use in perseverating about it now and so he turns his thought towards paint and other means of defiling that perfectly good fence with their telepathically agreed upon idea. Red. Yellow. Lavender. Cotton Flower Blue. Teal. Then, gasping, "Glitter. Shells and shards, they have glitter!" Indeed they did, in every color seemingly imaginable. Now, how long that would last on an outdoor fence is anyone's guess, but anyone could see that Bellamy's wheels were turning and he looks utterly giddy.
In all likelyhood yes, Sonya honestly mix up the two men in complete innocence of anything else. Just like she's not really taking note of Bellamy's brief loss of words at that whole situation either. Nope, she's peeking around looking for other colors. Checking out prices to ensure they don't go over their agreed upon budget. Painting this fence is a serious task after all. Of course it's not going to be white but….details. "Glitter?" her attention caught now as she looks over. "Hmmm." thoughtfully. Why yes…glitter could work. Brows furrow briefly in thought.
"Indeed!" is finally declared in complete agreement. "I can draw butterflies with glitter on their wings." This will surely draw attention. Rainbows. Flowers. Butterflies and….glitter? Has there ever been a more perfect fence design in the history of this weyr?! Surely not!
Game> Sonya looked at you.
At some point in the collection of supplies, Bellamy had procured a basket to carry everything in, and he too was making sure to keep track of their spending. Which is why he was going for the smaller samples of color rather than the larger more expensive canisters. At one point he says, "See, what I think we can do is use the white paint to stretch out these other colors and that way not only will they be pastel, we can save a lot in marks," quietly, just before being swept up in the excitement of GLITTER! "Faranth…yes…..all of those things!" the harper gleefully chirps, adding a few small tubes of the shiny stuff to their hoard. Silver and gold, of course. "I think we just need some mixing bowls and then…." Looking around and there on clearance, the exact thing! Though, these are more small plastic beach pails, but who cares! "These will totally work, don't you think?" Bellamy holds up his find for Sonya to see.
Still enthused about glitter and paint and butterflies it's probably a good thing Bellamy thought of a carry basket cause Sonya might not have. "Hmm…good idea." agrees the black haired candidate as she regards the basket for everything. "Oooh, those are perfect containers too."
Beaming. "Thank you!" That done, Bellamy will stand there with Sonya to look over all the things they've picked out, making a mental tally in his head and winces, "We might be over the budget," he confides, but ends up waving a hand in a flip-flop fashion by the wrist. "…eh…whatever…I'll cover it." Why? Worth it! Looping his arm through Sonya's, he escorts her gentlemanly to the sales counter, and he's about to put on that harper cultured charm when he notices it's not him that has the young man behind the counter all blushy like a new bride on her wedding night. A glance between the two and Bellamy presses his lips together, trying not to laugh. "It's all you, girl…" he murmurs against her ear, putting the basket on the counter. After all, there had been something mentioned earlier about negotiation skills.
"Hmm…oooh." briefly a swirl of confusion flitters across her expression before it changes to understanding with a mere look towards the young man behind the counter. A bright smile appears and she bats her lashes. Yes, you saw that correct. She Bats her Lashes. Okay so it's pretty clear she has zero experience in flirting but she's trying. Lowering her voice a few pegs it's now a smokey, husky voice that says. "Can we get a teeny tiny discount on those two cans? They are dinged along the side. And maybe a little bit off the price of those pails…they /are/ a bit smaller than we need but we can make them work." bat bat bat. Isn't she cute?
Funnily enough, Bellamy might mashing his own lips together, his shoulders shaking as he chokes back a laugh and swallows it down— the sales clerk is enamored. And, apparently, changing color? The poor lad's eyes widen and he blushes an impressive shade of red, seeming to forget how to breathe before he stammers his way through an agreement on the price. All that they have on the counter, for two marks. "Sold!" Bellamy interrupts and slaps the cost onto the counter, making the clerk jump, but the harper just smiles prettily and bats his lashes too. Now it's this guy's turn to look bewildered. What just happened? "Thank you!" Gathering up their haul in his arms, Bell's already turning around and heading for the door. "Come along darling, we've a fence to make fabulous…" Ring-a-ling, that's him heading right out the door.
It worked! There is a brief moment in time for Sonya's expression to change from 'sultry' to astonished but no longer than that for their stuff is paid for, gathered together and they are practically skipping towards the door. Tra la la la man. As they are stepping out the door she compliments. "Oh very nice smile." and eye lash batting. "To the fence! It won't paint itself." though surely weyr leadership may be having second thoughts on assignment choices by the time the fence /is/ painted.
"Ha!" Bellamy laughs, beaming over a wide grin at Sonya with a wink, "That was all you…I was just the exit strategy." The point, you see, was to baffled the clerk into absolute speechlessness and get the hell out of dodge before he realized what had just happened. Now that they were outside though, those long legs of the harper's are getting put to good use as he moves with a ground devouring stride as to put as much distance between them and the store as possible. It doesn't take long to get to their destination, nor to set up the paint in the pails for mixing. Half the bucket of white is saved though, because Bellamy's already pouring half of the the red they'd bought into it and stirring it up with the stick to make a pale baby pink color. And Bellamy, he can't stop chuckling to himself over there.
Sonya's long legs keep up with the ground eating pace away from the shop. Soon enough paints are mixed with minimal amount of splatter on her fingers. "We going to paint any of the fence white at all?" she asks the foreman of this little project. After a few minutes of chuckling she has to ask. "What's so funny?"
Snorting, "Pfft. I mean, there can be white elements like flowers and things…" Bellamy says as he had saved some of the white paint, but the rest was all pinked up as he finishes up the mixing, and he shows this to Sonya. As for why he was over there chortling so much? "I'm just not much of a rule breaker or outside of the lines sort of person…but I'm really excited about this. I'm…giddy!" he laughs, smiling so hard his face might split in two. Setting down the bucket of paint, he gets one of the bigger brushes and starts singing softly as he works. This much can be said, Bellamy had been very well trained, so even that non-lyrical melody was really something.
"Ooh, that turned out a nice color." Sonya compliments. "You're part artist inside those Harper skills." she beams brightly. "Well….I sometimes." a pause for the right word. "Stretch the rules." such as things like late night cake making! "But this is…" well bigger but she doesn't say that out loud. Nope those words will hang silently unspoken between them. After she gets paint and a brush she'll work a little bit down from Bellamy. Divide and conquer the fence so to speak.
Again, Bellamy snorts, but this time there blush of color across his cheeks as Sonya compliments him. It takes him a moment, his shoulder rolling into a one-sided shrug as he chuckles, "I think anyone can add red to white to make pink, but…thank you all the same." Brows lift as his fellow candidate goes on, bobbing his head a few times as he listens, "Mhmmm, I know…" Neither does he say, 'bigger', but the implication is there especially with no Viren to hide behind. This was all Bellamy and Sonya, so the repercussions would be all theirs when the time comes. The base color, that lovely light pink, ends up needed two coats and takes them almost two hours from start to finish. However, once it's done and while it needs to dry completely, "So, what were you thinking of the design?" he asks Sonya.
To be fair Sonya didn't intentionally hide behind Viren. If it happened she's still blissfully unawares of any consequences of that little cake meet and greet she thought up. Turns out though, Sonya is a fairly good worker when it comes to painting the fence. Mostly clean though as those two hours pass there is some pink spots on her hands as well as on her clothing. As far as the design….Sonya gives it an approving smile. "Looks great!"
There were splatters and streaks of pink on Bellamy as well, a particular thick smudge across one of his cheeks and a dab on his chin. Not that he seemed to notice or care, standing back from the base and giving it a good look over and even walking around it on all sides to make sure no spots were missed. The harper blinks once and then laughs as Sonya replies, "No no, dear…I meant…what were you thinking about in terms of decoration?" he clarifies, "…as in on the pink part."
She knew that. She totally knew that. Okay…so she didn't know that. "Oh! Right!" decoration. Backing up some to settle on the ground facing the now pink fence she eyes it. For several long moments she's quiet as she considers. "What were you thinking?" she counters eventually.
Tilting his head, Bellamy gives his own serious contemplation on the matter of what to do now with what they had started, his top teeth gently applied to and rolling his bottom lip with those his lower jaw. "Well, I was thinking, we could paint the edges and sides with either black or red…to kind of make it pop y'know?" is offered in return, then walking backwards until he was in line with Sonya herself. "After that, I don't know." Pressing his lips together entirely until they form a thin white line as his eyes dart this way and that over the expanse of pink painted wood, "Maybe…free floating tropical flowers with glitter edged petals and then some glitter swirls and other little accents to fill in the space? Not completely, we don't want it to look too busy but we don't want huge gaps either…mhmmm…" Tapping the handle of the brush in his hand against his chin, "Should we do some lettering as well? Something like, Welcome to Monaco Bay Resort?"
Tap tap tap. Taaaap….Taptaptap. Sonya's fingers thrum a beat across the soles of her boots as she contimplates. And thinks. And pictures Bell's ideas atop the freshly painted fence. "Flowers there…vines…letttering." her mutters are loud enough for Bell to hear but most words are in her head with only a few bits and pieces of thought escaping out loud. Her eyes widen. "Oh! Yes…letters there." she expresses with her hands in sweeping motions. "Across the fence…along the top I think." she pauses, considering. "Block letters with smaller flowers inside and along the edges of the letters vines winding the words together and trailing downwards towards the bottom of the fence." eyes bright she looks over to Bell to see what he thinks. "Oh and buttersflies with glittery wings amongst the vines. And probably more flowers too." this is certainly bound to be eye catching! Surely someone has noticed their pink fence by now but most likely no on 'in charge' enough to stop and question them.
There is certainly no lack of patience on Bellamy's side of things, waiting for Sonya to pull her thought together an lay them out, then nodding throughout as she does. His quiet is not because he disagrees however, it's only because he is taking the time to fully appreciate the vision that they were constructing together. Once that was done, the harper's face breaks out into a wide grin and he nods in absolute agreement, "That sounds perfect!" Although, he tsks at himself, "…forgot about butterflies…" And how could he have done that of all things?! With that out of the way, he does beam brightly at Sonya, "I guess now all we need to do is plan who is going to do what, and then get started." Oh, Bellamy is definitely keeping an eye out for authority figures. The guy who'd handed them the paint hadn't returned and he'd no idea if he was even going to. Surely there was someone that was going to come and check on their progress, right? The other looky-loos? Ignored. Let them gander.
Sonya's completely reliant on Bellamy being the one on the look out for authority or any other figure that might attempt to acertain(sp?) just what it is these two are on about. Nope her mind is fully entrenched on imagining the finished picture of this soon to be decorated fence. "Well…I've only got basic drawing. Need to know alittle sketching for outfits. So I can do easy stuff. How about I.." she thinks. "Do the lettering out lines and vines trailing down. You work on the butterflies and flowers? Then maybe we can work on the smaller details in each letter?"
Bellamy nods, "Alright, and I'll also do the edges and sides of the fence. I'll need to wait for you to do the lettering and the vines anyway so I plan out where to put the flowers and the butterflies." A lengthy pause for deliberation and then the harper produces a couple of pre-sharpened graphite pencils from their hoard of supplies, because he'd totally thrown a few of those in the pile of purchases while in the store earlier. One he hands to Sonya so that she can plan out her letters and vines, and the other he tucks behind his ear for later when it's his turn to decorate. "Okay, lets get started shall we?" Three, two, one and GO! It's certainly not a race, with Bellamy heading for the red paint and getting to work on the betweens of the fence slats, adding just a little black to the mix to darken it a little for a nice complimenting color.
And….go! With a smile that is from ear to ear as they begin implementing the plan of attack on this fence that will soon be prettified. Working freehand with the lettering will take a lot longer but luckily Sonya is better at drawing those straighter than she sews. Halfway through the lettering she'll pause to step back to admire the work, adjust the angle she's working at. And spacing. She eyes the starting space and then the remaining space to ensure the letters are equal apart and will all fit without being scrunched at the end. "What do you think so far?" she pauses to look to see Bell's progress.
With the pink base already in place, it's easier to throw down a darker color on the sides of the slats and it ends up looking really nice. Thank goodness Bellamy had an eye for color, otherwise this might of been a total disaster right from the start. He's about halfway done with his task when Sonya calls him over to have a look at the lettering she's sketched and he places his hands on his hips as he checks it out, giving a nice long look over before grinning broadly and giving her a paint speckled thumbs up, "Looks great!" he chirps, curious as to what colors she might be using for the lettering but not about to put more pressure on than their already was. Each second that passed they runned the risk of getting caught and being unable to finish. "What do you think of the dark red accent?"
The block lettering, meant to be a simple outline of the letter with the space for filling in color or small flowers, is straight black. It's a slow process with the lettering though but it'll look great in the end! "That looks really nice. Oooh this is gonna be so cute!" she cant resist a small squeal of delight. Back to lettering! Slowly ( maybe too slowly but it is wha t is is,) she'll finish the black out line lettering and then go back to start on the vines that wrap around the edges of the letters then trail downwards towards the ground. "So…eggs are getting harder." she mentions. "Nervous yet?" after all so far it's been just time getting to know each other. Learn the particular patterns of this weyr and waiting. But time is marching every closer towards the day the eggs will crack open and something entirely new may enter their life. Or….it could be back to apprenticeship for them. "I'm not very good as an apprentice." admits the girl with a shrug. "Maybe there is no lifemate out there for me." thus she's doomed to sewing crookedly and cutting short on length for the rest of her life.
There is no argument from Bellamy on that one, it is going to be so cute, he just hoped that they at least got the chance to finish it before someone came stomping over there demanding to know what on Pern they were thinking with their little impromptu project. Returning to painting the outside of the slats, the harper finishes that up rather quickly in comparison to what Sonya was doing with her lettering, and so takes the opportunity to wash his brush and set up for the painting of many flowers and butterflies, mixing his paints and some of those with glitter as well. "Mhmmm, so I heard…" he says, looking up and over from his spot a few feet away, "…but not really nervous, no. I was honored to be asked and I would love to have a lifemate of my own if that's meant to happen, but I'd be just as happy being only a harper." There is a smile for her then, one that wavers slightly as Sonya makes her confession, "Oh? Why do you think that?" he asks of her assessment of herself as an apprentice, brows forming something of a small knot, "It may be a little early yet to say either of those things, Sonya." Pulling the pencil out from behind his ear, "Do you like being a weaver? I mean, is it what you always wanted to do, or…?"
Sonya's shoulders lift in a faint shrug. Any visible reactions from Bell are missed as her focus is entirely forward on her work. She can, though, talk and paint at the same time. "What I always wanted to be? Noooo." she'll draw out the word a bit. "Never thought I would find a craft I really liked. My parents they expected it." which could be why she rebelled so many years. "They are both Masters in their craft and I think I've disapointed them both when I didn't show any inclination towards Harpers or Healers." a pause to admire the brushstrokes of the ivy around the 'To' of their phrase 'Welcome to Monaco Bay Resort'. "I was just a month or so away from turning 17 when I was convinced to join the Weavercraft." which that in itself is likely a story within itself. "I made Sr easily enough but that was just really learning patterns. That I can do easily." the rest though she leaves unspoken that it's the rest she has trouble with.
Turning back to his own work, he's picked a spot that lettering and vines are already well established and starts to doodle in a few butterflies and flowers as they talk, though on his end there is just a lot of nodding that Sonya can't really see. As if he detects this, there are a few 'mhmmms' and 'mhmmhmms' tossed in there, waiting until there is silence before speaking up again. "My mother's a weaver," he shares, scritching away over there as another butterfly takes shape but for now, like it's brethren, it remains a mere graphite outline. It seems his plan is to get all the positioning planned before he starts to paint. "She got a late start because of me, but she's a senior journeyman now." Not particularly helpful, that information, is it? "If you're interested in staying a weaver, whether or not you Impress, I'm sure she'd love to come and help you out if you wanted." From the harper's tone, this was a no pressure offer of course, giving Sonya a soft smile then getting back to work on his placement.
"My sister and me weren't really planned." Sonya muses over this a moment as she continues her work along the letter. Slowly but surely it's taking shape with lovely green winding vines full of vibrant leaves. She works hard to ensure the pain they bought it going to last the length of their project. "I suppose I'll stay a Weaver if I don't impress." though from her tone it's an uncertainty. "I wouldn't want to be a bother." is said of his help though it sounds like the offer is appreciated. A quick glance and smile are cast over his way. "What about you?" she asks to veer the subject away from her if she can. "Or any of the other candidates. Tykel will keep drawing no doubt. And Viren will always be a baker at hear I am sure. Even when he impresses." now she pauses. Paint drying time again. Looking over she repeats. "What of you when you impress." she's confident on everyone impressing but herself it seems. "Will you continue the craft after training?"
From Bellamy laughter rings out, not sharp or jarring, but rather soft and highly amused. "That I know of, I've got seven half-siblings and believe me when I tell you that exactly none of the eight of us were planned. My father's a bronzerider, so…" He would have gestured at that were he not quite busy and involved with the sketching he was doing, "…not planned." Eight bouncing little surprises, poor J'en. Moving on further down the fence but still well within range to converse, Bellamy continues sketching— with little pauses to double check placement and form— until he's satisfied and ready to paint. "What if you Impress? Still a weaver or will you try one of the other wings?" he asks, tsking and shaking his head, "It wouldn't be a bother, she's been bugging me to visit and she loves her craft. She'd be thrilled." When it comes to after the hatching? "That's a tough call to make right now. Not sure I can keep up with craftwork while a Weyrling and that'd put turns behind as far as my apprenticeship goes." Yeah, this was a hard. "Senior Journeyman is as far as you can go within a craft as a dragonrider and I'm fairly certain my father's going to try and push me into Search and Rescue if he can…" It's there at Bellamy stops because, "…but I think I'm getting ahead of myself. No guarantee there's a lifemate for me here or in any clutch really."
"Oh I think I'd drop apprenticeship and look into other wings." is Sonya's evidently well thought out reply. "No clue which one but…well I guess we could ask around a bit. See what each wing even does." she says sensibly. "Why search and rescue?" scoot scoot scoot. Down the fenceline she goes. "I have no idea what makes someone find a dragon and when they don't." a sideways glance. "But we have as good a chance as anyone. And you've got dragonriding in your blood." a pause. "So do I too but it's been several generations actually."
Sonya's reply gets a head bob and a smile from Bellamy. Hey, no judgment here. It wasn't his place to tell someone else what was comfortable or right for them, only they could do that. "He's a craftrider now, but he was a search and rescue rider for a really long time. He's never said so per say, but I can tell he misses it, even if it seems like he's not much of a people person." Done with the penciling now, Bellamy starts in on painting those flowers, butterflies, and other little elements that hopefully will bring the whole design together once they are done. "I have no idea," he says of the why behind Impression for some but not for others. "If I Impress, I'll be a fourth generation rider…but I've seen people with no dragonrider blood walk off the sands with a lifemate while others with the blood are left standing." It was all, really, up in the air for them all.
Sonya falls silent for a bit now mulling over their conversation no doubt. Soon she's putting the last touches of vines along the very last letter. With very fine detail she eventually stands and stands back to admire her work. "There…that is done…how're you doing over there?"
Certainly, in a very short time, there had been a lot come up to think about. The future can be very scary and uncertain, especially for the younger candidates. Bellamy was picking away at the painting, getting the basic colors down before going back to outline with black and then add the glitter to wings and petals alike. They were very pretty and recognizable at least, even if their design wasn't very elaborate. It was the colors honestly that made them stand out from the pale pinkness of the background. "I've got a few left to go, but it shouldn't take me long." And sure enough, it doesn't, soon standing back and looking over everything. "Wow, not only is it all coming together, it looks amazing."
"They look great!" gushes Sonya brightly over the butterflies cause it really is the colors that make them pop. "Not much more to go hmm?" she questions as she strolls along the length of the fence.
Bellamy shakes his head and rolls up his metaphorical sleeves, "We're almost done for sure." Spotting a few places that need a touch up, he does just that, then gestures towards the lettering. "Lets finish this up, shall we?" Moving back towards the fence, Bellamy lowers himself down and examines the spaces left open in the lettering. "Did you want to fill everyone with simple flowers or do you want to just free hand a little of this and that…?"
Adding some touch up herself she'll take a moment to consider. "Shouldn't take too long to add in a few simple flowers. No need to waste space!" in Sonya's opinion!
Big thumbs up from Bellamy and he waves Sonya over so that can wrap up their project, a task that's eaten up into the early afternoon by this point. Please ignore the way his stomach growls in disgruntlement for his lack of lunch. And so it begins, filling the empty spaces in Sonya's lettering with what seems like a hundred billion flowers and just to use up the remaining paint, Bellamy throws some soft yellow and white flowers off of her vines and hopefully that just brings it all together into the sort of welcoming design that won't see them back out here tomorrow under guard with a bucket of white paint.
Food? Oooh food. With Bell's rumbling stomach complaints comes Sonya's. "Shards and shells I'm hungry. And I bet my firelizards are too!" she exclaims with some alarm with a sudden look up. No, nothing comes swooping in from between but surely they are offering complaints from where they are usually perched on her cot. "Oh that's just lovely." she will stop to say about the whole design. "Great…off for food then?" and to wait to see who notices.
By Faranth, yes. Food! Once Bellamy's stomach has started, bringing about a wince and soft groan, it only waits a few moments before it does it again and slows down his process somewhat, "Me too." Duh. Likely the whole weyr heard that last one. Finishing up happens though, and upon reviewing their work and after cleaning up their leftover mess, Bellamy nods enthusiastically. "Shells, yes please. Maybe Viren's in the kitchen." Which could mean special treats! Yay! As for what happens to them for their rebellious act? Only time will tell!