Farrah, Th'res, Jedameth


Th'res and Jedameth run into Farrah


-- On Pern --
It is 8:06 AM where you are.
It is midmorning of the fourth day of the seventh month of the fifteenth turn of the 12th pass.
In Igen:
It is the sixty-fourth day of Summer and 107 degrees. The small dark cloud has grown rapidly over night, covering the blue sky. It blows a furious rush of hot, stirring wind. In a moment, the daylight is gone as visibility plummets. The clouds of burning sand mercilessly flog all living things as the air itself turns against you. Every living thing chokes on sand and dust before escaping inside.
In Southern:
It is the sixty-fourth day of Winter and 37 degrees. The day is dreary and overcast. A chilly winter rain is falling down in soft drizzles.
In Southern Mountains:
It is the sixty-fourth day of Winter and 0 degrees. It's really damn cold out.


River Clearing

OOC Date 15 Nov 2018 07:00


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"Do you want to be a dolphineer?"


River Clearing

Just north of the river delta, the jungle's grip loosens enough to expose the sand-enriched soil and lichen-kissed rocks as the river battles through the rapids before dumping into the gentler delta. Cacophony of sound is made through the roar of the rapids, the spray of white water as it rains upon the nearby shores, and the shrieking of birds and wild firelizards that call from the nearby jungles. Treacherous to cross, most would follow the bank to either the river's delta or the calmer river bank, but a few courageous souls find the lure of the rapids too tempting to not cross as the far bank holds the promise of accomplishment.

It is the sixty-fourth day of Winter and 37 degrees. The day is dreary and overcast. A chilly winter rain is falling down in soft drizzles.

The weather is not all together pleasant and the Wildlings are starting to really break their camps and head further South, to warmer climates not the continent. There are a few stragglers that remain, bringing up the rear of the movement and Farrah is one of the very last, her efforts to claim a few more provisions before they focus on their trek is in vain, save that a few fish lay on the bank cut clean through by what looks like a spear strike. They flop a little, gills flaring, fins lifting and folding but for the most part not likely to live much longer. She's dressed in a few more wraps of clothing but with the rain even her dark hands are turning a little red and she is struggling to make good use of her weapon. She shivers, her breath misting as she can hear the group of wildlings not far away as the rustle through the undergrowth for the last of tubers and herbs they can use.
Overhead in the gloom comes the very happy bugle of a large blue dragon, Jedameth is a well-known sight. The dragon being part of Lynx wing, is often likes to associate with the wildings as much as he can. Atop the blue wonder, is his rider currently dressed in his all black riding leathers with Lynx shoulder pauldron that shines even in this gloomy weather. The pair makes a few passes before the dragon decides he wants to land. Jed backwings gently before landing a few paces away from the lass who is at work, he croons happily while his rider gives a slight wave before looking over the area.

Dragons. Once upon a time she would be giving an even more gruff greeting but for now she steps back, shielding her face from the sudden wet gust of backwind from the wings. She squints her eyes and when it all starts to settled, her dark hair buffeted back way from her face is soft flares, Farrah looks upwards at the rider. He gets a slow nod of her head before she turns to look down at her fish, a small pile consisting of about seven. She wrinkles her nose as she slams the tip of spear into the soft loamy sand beside the river. She pull the cloth away from her face as dark eyes assess the rider and dragon. "A good day, rider. Dragon." Because their names are unknown.

Once he climbs down it is clear to see the rider is on the short side, though his shoulder knot depicts him the Wingsecond of Lynx. He pats the blue before taking off his helmet letting sunset red hair cast a stark contrast against the black of his leathers and the blue of the dragon. If that isn't the only thing odd, around his neck and shoulders is wrapped in what is quit possibly a three meter long scarf, that is quiet colorful. His voice is friendly if a bit neutral when he says "Morning, how is the fishing today?"

The shock of ride causes her eyes to briefly widen - if only a little but then that scarf and there is an appreciate smile for it all. The wildling herself is not clad completely in neutral tones for there is a bit of color here and there beneath the heavy poncho like piece she wears to keep the rain off of her. There is a faint glimmer of a smile as she looks towards the river. "Slow…they are sluggish so its easy but soon the water will freeze over, then we leave." She expresses, her hand easing from the hold of the spear to fall to her side. She gives a shake of wet dreaded and braided hair, a little shower of extra rain to fall. "I like the scarf," she finally says in an appreciative tone.

Th'res nods and looks at the water abit more before, he pulls out a hide and starts making notes on a map. Jedameth on the other hand is already inching (in dragon standards) toward the new person. His talons click clack and wing shoulders seem to pop and rustle as he walks while he croons with his big eyes swirling bright blue of curiosity. Th'res looks up at the sky but grins back when his scarf is complemented saying "Thanks, I am quiet fond of it.." He motions to the Dragon who is currently attempting the sneaky canine love me act towards the wilding saying "He wants to know if your hands are ok?"

Farrah may be more accepting of the dragons and their riders but when the blue attempts to get near her she freezes and goes still, her dark eyes moving from the scarf wearing Th'res towards hulking doom. Her breath hitches and she reaches for the spear only to hear the question. Fingers tighten, knuckles going white as the Wildling woman takes a step closer to her weapon still buried I n the sand. "They are cold…nothing a fire won't heal given time," she says evenly. Those large dark eyes narrow a little as she tries to relax, driving tension from her shoulders. "What's his name?" She studies the blue, tilting her head though her hand has yet to leave the shaft of the spear.

Th'res is about to comment at the woman moving towards the spear but it is the dragon who answers, and sadly if the girl wasn't freaked out yet, she just might be, as what can only be described streaks of light, blues, greens and bright pinks swirl around and the rather happy and loud voice drops in to the minds of the people around him « I am Jedameth! Do you want me to blow on your hands to make them warm? Mudball loves it when I do that.. Do you like fish?!? I LOVE FISH!! »

It's obvious that Farrah has heard the dragon, seen him in ways that her mind can not describe. Her lips part and if she could pale she would but her tanned skin saves her. The wildling blinks, stares as her hand goes to her ear. She brushes at it and the clip and earring that swing from it. She can hear the passing of her hand and the snap as she tries to reaffirm what is going on. She felt it, didn't really HEAR it. Swallowing heavily the spear has come out of the ground on instinct but lucky for all she's not jabbing it at the blue, merely holding it angled down to the ground. "I…." her word breaks, catches and she swallows. "Mudball? I..yes.." she looks down to the fish, the break in eye contact needed. "That was your..in my head. I mean I realize that dragon's talk with their riders but I had no idea," she begins and then without thought she moves over towards the fish and her hand still shaking she tosses one into the air his way. Feed all the strays whether they be dragons or dolphins.
Jedameth catches said fish and happily eats it while there is another image of multi colored blocks that swirl around, clicking and clacking as an image is being formed before it flattens out to a picture caught in time of a dirty brown feline with long ears curled up on the dragons tail. « This is my MUDBALL!! What is your name? » Th'res for the most part is currently facepalming at his not at his dragons antics before he walks over and pats the blue on the head saying "OK enough of that, you might give the poor girl a heart attack." He turns to the wildling and bows slightly "Sorry he just gets excited when he meets people."

"I can see why," Farrah says absently as her mind is filled with all sorts of colors, images that had not been there before. As Jedameth invades her mental mind space, there is a lopsided grin that spreads. "Farrah..I am Farrah," she offers him as she hazards a step closer but stops. Fish. She throws the next two up for him and then hazards a step closer. There is a soft sthink sound as the spear once more finds a home in the soft earth. "May I?" she asks them both, her dark eyes wandering to Th'res as the red and chilly hand lifts poised to cover the space between herself and the dragon. "I like the colors.." she says, confiding in her enjoyment of what she can sense in her mind. A few of her own choice bold colors can be seen in layers beneath that poncho.

Th'res nods and says "He likes scritches under the chin, and go ahead I am surprised he hasn't tried to put his snout on you the way your feeding him." The blue croons happily as he eats the offered fish then holds really still. At least his head is, his tail is currently wiggling in the water with happy anticipation. "And well met Farrah, I am Th'res and well you have already met Jedameth."

"I really had no idea…what it was like," Farrah says, seeming utterly taken as she reaches up, her hand careful, hesitant but finally turns it so brush at the blue's chin and begins to curl her fingers and scratch the skin. There is a hitch to her breath then a half laugh. It's a strange. and foreign thing on her face - around outsiders to the Wildlings. Her hand trembles and she lets her dark eyes roam over the large creature. "If the weather was better, I would be fishing at the sea and they would be far larger…and more filling," she points out and as the rider introduces himself her attention shifts and finally dips her chin. "Well met," she echoes him, eyes going to that scarf before returning once more to the blue, slowly exploring the hide of the blue. "I…I think I get it..a little." What exactly she does not say.

Th'res nods and grins as the dragon is all but melted clay in the womans hands now crooning happily as eyelids half close. Th'res moves and sits on the blues foreleg nodding saying "yeah we usually fish out there too, though there is a smaller island just a ways north of the Weyr's Beach that the red and yellowfins seem to like to visit." He looks around more noting the movements of the current tribe saying "We are not keeping you are we? I know that the Clan needs every member right now as the weather changes.." There is more splashing from the river area as the dragon's tail happily twitches.

The reality of her own current situation is drug through her personal realizations and that smile fades a measure, "They do..yes. You are right. I was hoping to get the last of this years catch for them. The meat is good smoked and will last us the rest of the way," she explains and then looks to Jedameth. "An island you say? The one from shore?" The one she has only seen. There is a tilt of her head in thought. "The seas grow more rough this time of year, the fish are harder to see in the cove. So here I am.."she explains. Nails drag along the very bottom of the blue's throat and chin, her smile warming again. "I thought of staying behind."

Th'res nods and looks back over his shoulder at that splashing tail "Well providing for your family is always an admirable thing." He suppresses a grin before he turns back to the woman asking "May I ask your reasons for not wanting to stay?" Because sometimes his dragon just makes him curious. While the humans talk the blue breaths nice warm air on to Farrah, this is probably the closest thing this dragon can get to a happy sigh.

The warmth sends her skin to prickling as its such a contras to the cold that suffuses her skin. She blinks, staring up in a new form of wonder before her hand lifts and reverses to press over his nose and up along the top of his snout. "My father…the others. I have known nothing else? Take your pick…but I was…offered a study with the Dolphineers..or rather the possibility of one. I want to stay," she finally expresses. Maybe its the blue that makes her tongue loose but she lowers her chin then and trails her other hand up to work at the scales and hide. "Things do not always go the way we hope though. I think I chose to linger as long as I have so that I could possibly change my own mind."

Th'res watches the interaction and nods, he gives her what could be a fatherly or at least older brother type smile and says "We must all choose our paths to walk. But you never know what the universe holds for you. I never wanted to be a rider, but yet here I am, and practically in charge of a wing as well." He shrugs and looks over at the rivers waters "Do you want to be a dolphineer?"

Confiding in Th'res is taxing but needed and Farrah slowly lowers her hands from the blue, "More than anything yes. But I would face the wrath of my father for becoming part of the Weyr, for leaving our people. I am not sure I am ready to be shunned by him so soon," she admits. There is a pull, a slight smirk across her lips and then she nod her head to Jed, "Thank you." She intones and then to his rider, she looks, idly moving to take the spear in hand and watch the stream. "I suppose you are right, the path will be made clear at some point but not this season. Maybe when we return.'

Th'res nods and grins as the dragon gives a very pitiful croon as the wilding pulls away. Th'res gets up and moves to put the map back in his saddle bags before grinning "Well you are always welcome at the Weyr. Sometimes you got to wait for the snow to melt before you can see the flowers." He gives her a wave as he pulls on his helmet as he climbs on the dragon he says "But at least you will have plenty of fish." He calls out as the dragon lifts it wings and takes to the sky, there is a large pile of fish flopping on the bank as it seems the dragon was doing his own form of fishing.

Stepping back slowly as they prepare to go, Farrah sets her spear to the earth and doesn't quite catch his meaning, "Fair winds," she says to them both, a deep inclination of her head and tucking of her chin. The wildling woman watches them and then as the blue starts to move she notes the pile of flopping fish. A brow rises and she stares at it, her lips parting as her hand rises to the air to give the wordless parting to them both, shielding her face when they finally lift off.

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