Monaco Bay Weyr: Docks
A thin, windy pathway lined with paper lanterns leads to the sturdy docks made of stone and wood that stretch out into the deep azure waters. A large wall of stone curves around the docks, protecting the small docking harbor from the weather. Nestled against the intersection of docks and land, a large hollow has been carved out of the rock, the formation intended for storage of smaller ships during the worst of Monaco's storm season.
There's a large bronze out far enough away that his splashing isn't really affecting anyone other than the pair of dragons he's out there with. A brown and a bronze that seem to be pleasantly enjoying the company of the other bronze, whose rider is sitting on the edge of the dock with his boots pulled off beside him and his feet dunked into the water on the edge of pier. The riding jacket has been pulled off, folded neatly behind him with the knot half tucked underneath the jacket rather than fully being concealed. A hand is used to keep himself propped back, while the other runs through his blonde and bronzed hair to get it under control after a gust of wind has knocked some into his eyes.
It's a quiet day otherwise on the dock, there's workers - of course - but they're busy doing what they do, moving boxes or the like while those that aren't working are off getting some food and socializing as they're wont to do. Though, there is one person that comes and offers a quick greeting, chatting with R'en for a short while before wandering off back towards the infirmary. A healer, it would seem, does remember him and shimmies along the pathway back towards the Weyr.
And who's out further along the docks, right at the water's edge, her bare feet dangling into the water, 'Beauty' (a lovely 7 string guitar) tucked into her seated frame? Kaitlyn! She's nearly impossible to miss, with her height, hair, pale skin. Right now, she's blissfully centered upon her music, looking out at those playing dragons… she doesn't yet recognize a certain bronze. With the seventh string of her guitar muted by a clamp, the candidate-Harper's whiskied alto can occasionally be heard singing along in time with her playing. "Sittin' on the dock of the bay… watchin' the tiiiide roll awayyyy. Sittin' on the dock of the bay…wastin' tiiiiiime."
It's possible that R'en wasn't paying attention to the other side of the dock, and he was just oblivious. More than likely, one would suppose, though eventually his attention wanders that way about the time that Sindrieth has decided that playing around has ceased being as fun and he's starting to wade his way closer towards the docks with a rumble to the pair of dragons. He isn't one to interrupt someone's singing and whatnot, so he waits until Sindrieth gets all the way to the dock and starts withdrawing his feet from the water and getting himself to his feet. There's a pause near the sounds that are coming out of the guitar from the bronze, his large eyes peering before he gives a huff of breath and continues on until talons are seeking to dig into sand and his wings unfurl to show the even more dazzling underside of them. "Right, right. I'll be right over. Let me just grab my jacket." He says presumably to the dragon, reaching for it and slinging it over his shoulder.
Kaitlyn isn't concerned about anyone, anything in this perfect moment, the woman simply continuing to play, sing…and even smile out at the dragons. Which soon becomes one dragon as Sindreith detached from the frolicing trio, becomes a singular draconid making his way in towards that dock both rider and candidate share. Kait does pause her song when the bronze is nearby in order to call lightly to him, "Hello there, oh large bronze dragon." Grin. "I hope you're enjoying my playing." The song isn't hers, though. It's ancient Earth's. And back to 'Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay' she returns to strumming, singing…even as Sindreith moves along further towards shore. Blink-huh? There's a human voice attached to the bronze? The Harper-candidate ceases singing, swivels a look over her shoulder, and… "I think I recognize you." Beat. R'en!" Smirk.
Narrowing his eyes as his gaze is drawn to the person speaking his name, R'en turns to see if he knows who it is. He slowly looks over her, though he's notably terrible with remembering people's names and makes no bones about actually saying so, "Can I help you?" He asks, arching a brow and then adding, "Don't think I know you." He adds bluntly, then glances over towards Sindrieth who has more of a swiss cheese brain than he does when it comes to memories, so it's obvious that he's clueless. "Sindrieth has no taste in music, I thought it was good even if he thought it didn't carry well over the water." He adds, and gives a faint smile while tucking a hand into his pocket.
"Only in passing…" Kaitlyn notes airily, her grin curling into a smirk. "Ashamed I didn't strike your memory…" Grey eyes twinkle for a few moments. "I usually find out people's names one way or another, if I want to." A little bit of a bow from the waist is followed by the sitting redhead's whiskied "Why thank you, sir bronzerider," of her music. The white Monacoan candidate's tassle attached to her journeyman Harper's cords likely speak eloquently of just 'what' she is, at the moment.
"I'm terrible with names, always have been, likely always will be. I've met a great many people over the turns, so, my apologies if it upsets you that I don't recall your name." R'en says with a practice that proves that he's likely gone through this a number of times. There is a faint dip of his gaze towards the white laced knot, and then mms. "I heard two clutches of eggs are on the sands, again. It seems to happen often enough here at Monaco, better chances for the candidates that way. I stood here too, and Feurioth's one of Sindrieth's. I'd say you can tell by the wings, but that's because I do find their wings quite unique. They made quite the lovely clutch of eggs together .. not so long ago." He says, knits his brows and then shrugs his shoulders. "But, I mostly come to visit for the beaches."
"How could I be so upset at a person who has a faulty memory for names?" Kaitlyn grins once again when R'en explains himself, the woman settling 'Beauty' down gently upon her lap, long fingers of one hand absently stroking the wood of the 7 string. She listens to the man, learning more than she previous knew simply in doing so, the flamehead nodding, now smiling warmly. "The pair of clutches are Isanath's and Feurioth's. I suppose if I don't Impress anything from Isanath's, I'll take the extra bit of time and Stand for Feurioth's…though *she* seems like a rather… challenging personality." Head-quirk. "So… Feurioth is Sindrieth's daughter, then?" A pause for the man's answer, then, "And Sindrieth was once Isanath's mate?" Beat. "You were a Monacoan, once." Unvoiced, but hanging in the air between them is her 'Why did you leave, since you like being here?' Quietly: "It *is* lovely here. I come from Paradise River Hold, originally."
Glancing over towards Sindreith, who seems to have contented himself by settling on the beach for some rays, R'en tucks his hand into his pocket and keeps the other holding the jacket splayed over his shoulder as he remains standing. "Fuerioth took after her dam, I'm pretty sure. And no, Sindrieth never flew Isanath, he has flown Fuerioth though." Queue momentary awkward over that, though it doesn't seem to bother the bronzerider at all. "I was born in Ista Weyr, Impressed here at Monaco, then Sindrieth flew Zuhth in Igen and landed me as Weyrleader there for a while. But, I ended up moving to Half Moon to be Weyrsecond not so long after a bit of a break once I was relieved of being Weyrleader at Igen." He says, condensing his life down to moves and then he adds, "But, I'm still a Healer for life." He laughs lightly, and scrunches his nose at the bronze that's made it impossible for him to maintain the semblence of a normal life. "I've never been to Paradise River Hold, though. Sounds like it should be pleasant though. Settled in to weyr life well so far?"
Kaitlyn very gently strums Beauty's strings as R'en talks, the woman looking between him and Sindrieth at times, nodding twice as he corrects her. "Yes… they both have glorious wings…" The pattern of her strumming changes at that, the sound coming now from Beauty perhaps echoing the idea of dragons in flight upon clouds and sunlight. "Igen Weyrleader…" Mhmm. "I often hear Igen spoken of in not so kind terms, due to the intense heat. *I* found it quite interesting, exotic when I was performing in the region." She looks like a creature of fire, at home in the shimmering heat. "And now Half-Moon's Weyrsecond. You have an honored, rich history." Beat, smile. "And a Healer, at that, too. Only your bond with Sindrieth could surpass being a Healer, I'd imagine." Smile. "It's a *lovely* place. You might want to visit there sometime soon. If I can show you around, so much the better… But please do go, no matter what." Twinkle. "Ask for Steward Brondis, and tell him that Kaitlyn said to show you all hospitality." As for Weyr life… "I find it suits me well enough. I'm not technically a Traditional Holder, though I very much enjoy certain aspects of that life, as well."
"I didn't mind it so much, once I got used to it. Ever been skiing on the dunes? It's actually pretty fun, and you can work up a nice tan too." R'en admits, though he has a fair uniform tan still, it's not quite what it might have been before. He then laughs, "I think Sindrieth makes me a better Healer in many ways, though it's hard to explain. I still practice when I can, and keep my skills up to par. Not many find they have the aptitude and desire to get into surgery." He admits, and there's a hint of wistfulness for the life he left to embark on the adventures that Sindrieth's led him through. "Ah, we'll see if I have time to make such a trip, besides, it's far less fun to go on one's own unless it's to a place where you know somebody. At least here, I stumble across plenty of familiar faces when I visit." He says, and then nods at her last statement. "That's good. Some Holder youth don't do as well in Weyrs, it's good that you're not traditional." He says, and then thumbs off towards where Sindrieth starts to stir. "I shouldn't dally too much longer, still have things to do. But it was nice meeting you, Kaitlyn."
There comes a liquid float of low laughter from Kaitlyn, rich and whiskied in tone when R'en speaks of dune skiing. "I watched others recreate that way. I didn't want to risk breaking my legs." Brow-waggle. "I'm a dancer, after all." Beat. "It looked fun, though!" Grin. The flamehead's eyes fire at word of the man being a surgeon — not an oft-chosen specialty in the Craft, like her own — and she notes clearly, "I think, from what little I know, you are a rarer man, R'en…made all the better from Sindrieth's choosing of you." She notes that bit of wistfulness, and finds herself responding, "I guess I'll be in sort-of the same boots as you are, if I Impress. I had my life laid out perfectly before me only one Turn ago: performance until my body could not longer stand the pressures I exact upon it…" (cue a small nose-wrinkle) "…and then Mastery and teaching of dance. Not a wonderful replacement for actual dancING, but…" So goes life. Shrug. "And now, here I am, wondering if some astute dragonet will choose me, and leave me to wonder what life as a Master might've been like, even as I make my life with her…him…" Handwave. Whatever. Grin. "I like certain facets of nearly *all* ways of life on Pern: traveling at random like a Trader or gypsy, the Crafter life, Holder, and Weyrfolk life." Multifaceted is she! The tall woman strums a firm, positive G major on her guitar at R'en's words of departure, and she notes to him, "Well then, I shall try to conduct you on a tour whenever possible, good Weyrsecond." A bit of a bow from her waist presages a warm, "Thank you for your surprise company, R'en. I know we'll meet again soon enough, somehow."
"I went into getting Searched thinking it'd just be an amusing side trip, and managed to keep up on all my studies while tending to chores as a candidate figuring that I'd go back to Healer's with a few stories to tell." R'en says, then shakes his head, "Sindrieth had other things in mind. But, I still have plenty of stories to tell and a varying assortment of experiences as well and I'm not even that old." He says with a laugh, and adds, "Don't think you have your life planned out though, anything can happen any time. Good or bad, that leads you to another path. I didn't really want to be a dragonrider, but it's the life that chose me. That, and I hated when he caught a gold and forced me into a position I never wanted. But, we adapt and learn and make it work. I dare say I was a decent one, too." He says with a grin, and then leaves her to her guitar and singing. "Nice meeting you, Kaitlyn. I guess we'll see what the sands have in store for you shortly. Reya said they have you out there touching the eggs already, so it won't be so very much longer. Good luck, if I miss it." He says, gives her a brief nod before slipping off towards where Sindrieth waits for him to get settled before whisking off to the sky and disappearing Between.