==== October 18th, 2013
==== Kyara, M'yck
==== Two riders happen across each other on the Lake Shore. Liareth picks the wrong blue to try playing with.

Who Kyara, M'yck
What Two riders happen across each other on the Lake Shore. Liareth picks the wrong blue to try playing with.
When Evening. There are 11 months and 9 days until the 12th Pass.
Where Lake Shore, Igen Weyr

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Lake Shore
Sprawled out beyond the Weyr proper's hustling activity and ambling roads, the cool, blue paradise of the Weyr lake promises escape from the oppressive hammer of Igen summer's cruel climes; the asymmetrical, sandy white shores hook delicately around the deceptively still waters running deep and sure, greedy peninsulas reaching white fingers stretching in crooked lines towards its center. A sturdy shack, weather-beaten and brown as cured leather, resides in isolated splendor upon one such finger, screened shelving offering a variety of brushes and fragrant oils housed in colorful tureens. Out beyond a small and dusty paddock ringed by a white fence, a long rocky pier stabs out into the lake, providing a panoramic view of the Weyr itself, while the southern shores provide varied shrubs and grassed for the massed herds in their pens.


It's sunset, and it's practically freezing…but dragons still have to bathe, and Liareth is no exception. Therefore, Kyara is out on the lake shore, pacing to keep warm as her lifemate glides out into the cold water seemingly unfazed. A little bronze firelizard - not long hatched, by the looks of him - prowls along her outstretched arm and shoulders, searching for morsels of meatroll that she's making a small game out of keeping from him. He has to sit still. Then he can have it.

Crouched near the water's edge, M'yck looks out over the calm surface of the lake. His focus is tugged over his shoulder, though, when the green dragon turns the body of water into an oversized bath. Never a man of many words, the bluerider merely exhales loudly through his nostrils before looking back down towards his hands, as he washes them in the lake. Removing his hands and wringing them dry, the man of misery rises with a groan and offers another look towards the new arrivals. "Evening," whoa.

Occupied as she is with her new charge, Kyara doesn't actually see M'yck until she's fairly close by and his exhalation catches her ear. She blinks a bit at his hand-washing - how can he do that in this cold without his fingers going numb? Maybe it's another one of those male-tolerance-for-cold things she still doesn't understand. "Evening, bluerider," she returns, transferring the little bronze to her other arm so he can examine the new person. Calculatingly. It seems to be this little one's MO, so far. "Just let me know if I need to move on. Shouldn't be here long. Liareth just decided it was a good time for a quick bath.”

"Need to move on?" M'yck is caught off-Guard (see what I did there), often attempting to force compliance, but very rarely initially offered it. His approach ceases as he awaits a response, jamming his hands into his jacket pockets. "Your green can bathe where she pleases. I assure you I do not care." It's not exactly nice, but for M'yck- well, it's not mean.

If Kyara knew she'd caught M'yck off-"guard," she might be inclined to snicker at the irony. As it stands, she shrugs, eliciting a short, high-pitched grumble of protest from the little bronze, and turns her gaze out to Liareth. "Alright, then," she says nonchalantly. As long as she's not intent on talking his ear off or anything, they should be fine, right? Out in the water, Liareth submerges slowly, a trail of bubbles the only evidence of the distance she covers beneath the surface for a way. Kyara blinks at something she's just been told mind-wise and, clearing her throat a bit, looks over at the other dragons present around the lake - a blue one, in particular. "Is that your Oroqaith?" she ventures, the mental exchange still ongoing for a little bit as Liareth comes back up for air.

"Alright, then," M'yck echoes, holding his gaze for a few more moments. Breaking the stare to continue on his way and exit the area, the rider pauses his steps again when his blue is spotted. Oroqaith snakes about the edge of the lake, choosing not to blindly scurry in like some of the others. It even seems he went as far as to dip a foot in during his travels, though it could have simply been a poorly placed step. Looking over his shoulder, M'yck offers, "Yes. Yes it is." Looking towards his lifemate, the volume of his words increases to yell over the desert winds. "And it appears he's no need of bathing anymore."

Liareth discreetly takes a very full breath and sinks under the water again, bubbles marking her course. "Has he…um…met Liareth before?" she questions, shifting from foot to foot a little as she watches. Or tries to watch. "Because I think she's in a playing mood and is about to introduce herself if he hasn't." At the moment, Lia isn't being very forthcoming about what exactly she has in mind in the way of that introduction, and the fact is showing up as a little bit of irritation on Kyara's face. "I can tell her not to…" Too late. She's slipped from the water up behind the blue (as if she thinks he wouldn't have noticed), probably as quietly as Kyara's ever seen, and catches the end of his tail ever so lightly. Hellooooo. Why she's decided Oroqaith is her target of choice today, Kyara likely will never know. But there it is.

Snarling and driven purely by survival instinct, Oroqaith springs away from the sudden arrival of Liareth and snaps in her direction with menacing jaws. Quickly realizing it is only a playful green, the blue is quite plainly relieved, though none too pleased. His rider seems to share the feeling. "He has now, I suppose." A judgmental look is sent Kyara's way. "What kind of manner is that for a green to behave?" A student of discipline, he has little room for games.

Liareth rears back a bit with a startled warble at the snap the blue sends her way, though she recomposes herself quickly, circling about to face Oroqaith in all her noble, graceful beauty with a rumble of apology. Nothing to fear here, see? "A not-fully-grown-yet manner," Kyara is quick to respond, frowning over at her lifemate as she mentally takes her to task. "She sometimes doesn't remember that not everyone wants to play. Though why she didn't just say hello this time, I'm not sure. Maybe she thought he noticed her already. I apologize." Lia isn't volunteering that information, either, instead choosing now to verbally greet the blue with a contrite and slightly coy arch of her neck. Kyara scrubs a hand over her face, shaking her head a little.

You overhear Kyara mutter, "I swear, … this … you … proddy, …" to herself.

As willing compliance is rare, M'yck again finds himself in an unfamiliar position. Subconsciously brushing his jacket off, he stares back at Kyara. "Ok, well, tell her to back off." As the words are spoken, Oroqaith makes his non-verbal posture and snaps again at the green. His space. "Apology accepted." She might be one of a handful who has ever offered. "What wing do you fly, rider?" M'yck questions as he peers to get a look at the girl's clothing to discern it for himself.

With a stern gaze at her lifemate, Kyara does tell Liareth - again, as she has been for the past few minutes - to keep her distance. Which the pretty green does, with a snort for the fact that her tactics aren't working this time. She turns away with a dismissive flick of that lissome jade and ivy tail of hers and comes to sit nearby Kyara, who folds her arms while the little bronze firelizard chitters up at her green for a moment. She blinks at M'yck's question; perhaps he doesn't remember the other time or two he's seen her. Though he was drinking; that might account for it. "Whirlwind," she replies, rubbing her jacketed arms a bit against the increasing cold. "I'm Kyara, the wing's newest rider."

Previous introductions are disposable to the bluerider, never forget that. Grunting when the girl introduces herself, M'yck does not release his own personal details (known or not). Stalking around the group, Oroqaith continues to keep his distance, but remains ever watchful. "Whirlwind," the rider repeats the word as if he's tasting it, only to spit it out for lack of flavor. "Good luck." Starting to resume his previous path, it appears he's done with their conversation.

Kyara knows the man's name, but not by his own utterance. So she doesn't use it as she coolly watches him leave. "Thank you, bluerider. Good evening," is her flat return to his back, after which she's looking up at Liareth with a heavy sigh. Not that she has an impression of M'yck that's all that warm, but things could've been a little more smooth if… "Won't be trying that again anytime soon, will you?" she demands of her lifemate, who simply grumbles and looks out across the lake. Kyara chuffs and pats Liareth's neck. » If you're quite done, love, can we get back home? « The pretty green obliges, and the pair is back to their weyr just as the sunset darkens to dusk.

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