Alyna, Z'bor


One's looking to sunbathe, the other to surf, but they strike up a conversation instead.


It is sunset of the thirteenth day of the eleventh month of the thirteenth turn of the 12th pass.


Beach, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 02 May 2018 04:00



"Oh, we all look like asses our first few times out rider, you wouldn't be the first."



An eerie mirror, the glass-quiet Sea of Azov: the clear waters stretch along the dark-pebbled shores, and along this narrow beach. Here the faintest lap of waves belies the calm beyond; here the rocks have been ground down into finest, softest sand - those observant would mark upon the similarity between it and the sands of the hatching grounds. The soft sand soaks up summer sunlight as a sponge; painfully hot during the warmer months, it is only truly pleasant at wintertime. Rocks rise to east and west, lichen-limned and green against the abyssal darkness of stone.

Sunset at Southern, and the heat is high for the Spring. Another long day of drills and PT sends Alyna to the beach where she's just finishing up with bathing Haquith, dressed in a dark crimson two piece, her blond locks hanging damply to her shoulders. With a haughty cant to her head, the chartreuse green flicks her tail and moves up onto the beach to settle into the hot sand to dry off. Her rider gives a roll of her eyes and a heavy sigh as she leans over to splash water up her arms rinsing off any residual soap sand.

Another green pair makes it's way to the beach, though it's quite obvious this pair has already done their after duty bathing, as the green's patchwork hide gleams with fresh oil and the rider walks along the beach barefooted and in beach shorts, his rucksack slung over one shoulder while the other arm carries his board. Z'bor is out to chase some waves this evening it seems, and Ozriath has tagged along to watch. She'll croon a greeting at her fellow green when she's close enough, and Z'bor will check off a friendly salute, but it's to the water's edge he goes first, hand coming up to shade his eyes as he scans the waves to see if they are worth riding.

Raising her own hand to shield her eyes at the approaching green pair, Alyna recognizes Z'bor and offers a salute back as she regards his board with curiosity. She's seen people surfing since coming to Southern, but before that she had no idea of this form of recreation. Letting her curiosity get the better of her, the petite woman wanders through the surf towards Z'bor. "Evening Wingsecond. That looks like fun." she says nodding at the board.

Z'bor turns towards Alyna and smiles at the blonde, recognition making the smile just a little wider. He runs a hand through his hair, exposing the scars at his scalp and nods. "It's a blast! One of my habits from home I never quite quit…" Not that Z'bor would ever give up surfing, it's the one activity he has that's all his. "I might have to wait a little while for some decent waves though."

Alyna smiles warmly as she tilts her head to one side, "I never even knew surfing was a thing until I transferred to Southern. I'm from Telgar Hold originally, by way of Igen Weyr," she says before asking, "Where are you from? No let me guess. Ista?" she asks with a raised eyebrow towards the fellow greenrider. Lifting her hand to pull her mass of blonde waves out of her eyes, her pale blue gaze wanders over the waves, "So, uh, what makes them good exaclty?" Full of questions this evening is Alyna.

"Spot on there." Z'bor says of Alyna's guess, "Ista bred and born, moved here about…shit, well over a decade ago." Z'bor absently rubs the back of his head as he realises just how long he and Oz have been at Southern, because it still seems like yesterday to him. As to Alyna's question, Z'bor points to a good sized wave about midway to shore. "The size of the wave, or barrel, which is the roll in the wave. If it's too small you can't surf it, and if it's too big and too strong, you'll just get stuffed in, and possibly caught by the riptide below. So, you have to have a good midsized one that's not barreling towards the shore, but isn't ambling either."

"Facinating!" Alyna exclaims as she watches the waves he points out, trying to visualize on them what Z'bor is explaining. "You must have incredible balance." she remarks suddenly as she steps forward and reaches a hand towards the board, "May I see? What is it made out of?" she inquires. Secretly the greenrider has been envying the people she saw out in the waves, even when they wipe out it looks like they are having so much fun. And if she's honest with herself, she could use something recreational that could also help keep her fit, not that her evenings with D'har aren't quite the workout, but she's trying extra hard now not to loose herself in the craziness of early love.

Z'bor eagerly brings out the skybroom board for inspection. "It's made of skybroom, that much I know, but whatever it was stained and sealed with is an Istan merchant's secret and I was never able to get it out of him." The greenriding wingsecond can tell that Alyna has an interest as she looks at the board and he smiles. "I do give lessons on occassion if you're interested and there's a vendor on the boardwalk who rents out boards."

Alyna runs her hand delicately over the board, "How do you stand on it though while it's wet on top of being so smooth?" she wonders out loud before she looks up at him with a smile, "Do you really? I may have to take you up on that, if I'm ever brave enough to risk utter humilation that is." she tilts her head again in his direction, "How long have you been doing it?"

Z'bor captures Alyna's hand, with only the intent of running her hand over the spots where his feet go, they are rougher than the other parts of the board. "Some can do it on a smooth board, but I prefer some purchase, no?" He chuckles and nods along as Alyna explains about humiliation. "Oh, we all look like asses our first few times out rider, you wouldn't be the first." He chuckles and stands the board up in the sand so he won't have to hold it anymore. Z'bor shrugs when she asks how long he's been at it. "About as long as I can remember. Grew up on my da's ships and there was always a beach to surf on."

Alyna has no problem with cute guys holding her hand, although she's gotten a sense that Z'bor's preferences lie elsewhere. Feeling the bumps on the board, she nods her head slowly, "I see, that certainly makes sense." she says. At his chuckling, she wrinkles up her nose a little bit in distaste, "I don't really like looking like an ass, but I gotta say I might just to see what all the fuss is about. I can't get enough of the beach anyway, I may as well find an activity to do other than sunbathing." she grins a crooked smile at the greenrider. "Your dad was a Seacrafter then?" she asks, making idle chit chat as her eyes once more traverse the rolling waves, trying to see if she can figure out which ones might be good and which bad.

Z'bor chuckles. "Madame, no one likes looking like an ass, but we all do sooner or later." Z'bor's done it enough times in his life to know, and hey, look who's social skills have gotten better as a result! Z'bor's come a long way from the quiet mouse of a man he used to be. Thanks to people like Rielle and R'ik and H'ris and T'ral, all of whom saw something of worth in the man, and it lifted him up. Z'bor shakes his head when Alyna asks after his father's employment. "No, nothin' so grand. He's a small time Merchant from Ista. Mostly livestock and crops, and fish, of course." The time Z'bor has spent fishing in his life only barely is more than he's spent surfing and hunting. Huzzah for hobbies.

"Don't I know it." Alyna agrees on the fact that everyone ends up looking like an ass sometime, trying not to bring up memories of Haquith's last cycle, or even the most recent evening she is still having problems remembering, her sacrifice for the firewhiskey shots she was doing with Talya that night. "Well I may just have to take you up on lessons sometime then, now that I'm thoroughly curious to try it out." His answer to her query gets a thoughtful nod as she continues to look over the swell of the waves.
Z'bor chuckles. "Anytime blondie." He responds, moving his board so that it sticks straight up in the sand once more. "I'm more than willing to give up some free time to teach someone the ways of surfing, it really is the best fun to be had." And this green rider truly thinks that!

Blondie? Alyna blinks, with mirth playing at her pale blue eyes as she chuckles right back at him. "Sounds great! Looking forward to it." As her gaze takes in late evening sky, she smiles warmly once more in his direction, "Well, I better get to my swim before it gets too dark," she's still a little weary of entering the ocean when she can't see what might be coming up at her. "Hope you have a pleasant evening Wingsecond." she says before she wades further into the water, diving under as soon as she's waist deep.

Z'bor nods curtly. "Great. I look forward to it too. See you then!" Z'bor isn't going to keep Alyna from her swim, he has surfing to do! So, he moves further down the beach so that he doesn't accidently run over the woman with his board. It's been a good afternoon. A good afternoon indeed.

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