It's past dawn, now, and though the skies aren't clear, at least there's no rain at present: by winter standards, it might even be considered a nice day, though it's a far cry from summer's warmth. The earliness of the hour hasn't stopped at least one enterprising young weyrling from venturing out this far: Kyriatis has settled herself upon a towel, cross-legged, with her dark eyes staring out to sea.

From the direction of the upper bowl, Haquith glides towards the beach, doing a couple of passes before finding a clear spot to set down. The delicate way she lowers her neck until it's stretched out in the sand, is in aid of her rider who is a little slow on the dismount. Grabbing up what looks like a cane, and struggling only briefly with the green's riding straps, she sends her lifemate off into the water with a smack of her shoulder. Once Haquith has started her shimmying towards the water's edge, Alyna takes a good look around and spies a very familiar dark haired girl on her towel. With the aid of the cane, she hobbles in the girl's direction at a decent speed, calling out when she's close enough, "Well hello there stranger, keeping busy I see," she says with some playful sarcasm.

The glassy look in Kyriatis' gaze suggests that 'staring out to sea' is not the whole story of her actions— but she blinks, shaking away whatever else is going on, and abruptly allows her expression to blossom into a smile. "He's not quite able to make it out this far," she explains, "but he's fallen in love with the ocean and demands to see it as often as I can spare the time to make the walk. Besides, I need the break from the barracks." That cheerful, bubbly enthusiasm fades as dark eyes consider the greenrider and her cane. She frowns: "You're hurt."

Alyna smiles at seeing that telltale look on the former gardener's face, brightening as she bobs her head at the blueling's words. "Already making demands huh? Is he quite the handful then?" she asks before gingerly setting herself down on the sand, injured leg kept as straight as possible and with only the slightest winces before she's settled comfortably. "Ah yes, the barracks can get quite trying with riders and dragonets," Alyna remarks as she watches Haquith sink into the waves until only her rounded eyes and the top of her snout are peeking above the water. When Kyria states the obvious, the greenrider nods her head, "Yeah, a seven before the Hatching, I'm surprised you didn't hear. Katryana, or Katrya now I hear, was there when I was brought in. But I didn't miss your Impression. Haquith watched it for me, since I was still in the infirmary. What's your blue's name then?"

Kyriatis's furrowed brow suggests a certain amount of guilt, that she hadn't heard about Alyna's injury— but perhaps it's understandable, given the massive life-change that's happened in the meantime. "You're all right, though? You're going to be all right?" In her eagerness to get the answer to that, she's slower in speaking of herself, her blue. "Omairhuith. He's… not what I expected. Not in a bad way. Just… different."

"Don't worry about it," Alyna is quick to reassure the girl with a dimissive flick of her fingers, "You've been understandably busy. I'm not offended or anything." When asked about whether she'll be all right, she nods her head in what she hopes is reassurance, "I am fine, especially since I don't need that awful crutch I was using anymore, just this thing," she indicates the cane with a waggle before setting it on the sand. "Gonna have a gnarly scar, but that's ok, I've kept my hide intact for over thirteen Turns, I was due." Quirking an eyebrow at the girl's last, she tilts her head slightly to one side, "Lovely name. And Impression is never what someone expects, even being told stories, it's different for everyone."

All of this, Kyriatis can acknowledge with a nod of her head - several nods of her head, if we're being honest - but it still leaves her expression thoughtful, brow creased, at the end of it. "Scars," she repeats. "Well, I suppose that's… I mean, it could be a lot worse, right? How long are you grounded for?" She drops one hand towards the sand, picking up a handful and letting it trail through her fingers. "No, I suppose it's not," must relate to Impression. "I had it all worked out and it's not… I mean, that makes sense. You can't prepare for it, no matter how much over-thinking you do ahead of time. He's wonderful. It's just… I think we're still working out how to be on the same wave-length."

"Yes, scars are definitely preferable to losing my leg entirely, or my life," Alyna replies with a look of appraisal in the girl's direction, "It will be several more months, the tissue has to heal completely, then I have have build strength back up in it." Trailing off, the greenrider traces circles in the the sand with her fingers as she drops into her thoughts a moment before the girl's next has her smiling ruefully. "No you really can't," prepare for impression that is, "And there will be much more about being a rider that you won't know what it's like until you experience it." Alyna knows it won't stop Kyria from over-thinking, but she offers it up all the same. With a wrinkle to her brow, she wonders, "What do you mean on the same wave-length?"

Kyriatis turns pale, chewing on her lip rather than answering the greenrider for long, long moments. "I can't imagine losing a leg," she admits, sandy hands now moving to smooth her trouser-covered legs, as if to reassure herself that they are indeed still there. "It terrifies me." Her teeth continue to rest upon her lip, as if for reassurance, as she attempts to work our an answer to the rest. "It's… well, you know what I'm like. I'm always thinking. He doesn't, not like that. I don't think he even really grasps the way I think. He's moody and… reactive rather than introspective, I think? So half the time we're thinking at cross purposes."

Alyna offers Kyriatis a pat on her shoulder when the girl turns pale, "Yeah, me too," she replies honestly, "But that didn't happen and I don't dwell on 'what if's as a rule." Tossing her blond hair over one shoulder, she waits patiently for the answer to her question, nodding encouragingly along. "Well I can see that being a hard adjustment to make at first, but maybe the two of you will balance each other out a bit as he gets older. You could do a little less thinking in my opinion," she teases.

That pat draws an upwards tilt of one of the corners of Kyriatis' mouth, but it's clear she's already started on a rampage of over-thinking, one that she's clearly trying to extricate herself from (without significant success). At least that tease makes her smile, tongue stuck out in cheerful (relatively cheerful) reply. "Hush you," she says, teasing in return, perhaps less respectful than she ought to be given her present rank. "But yes, I hope so. I think I'm beginning to understand his moods better, at least, and that helps me understand him, because he usually doesn't explain himself in words. Not in detail, anyway. It's weird. Was your relationship with Haquith easy to work out, early on? Or not?"

As if Alyna cares about some teasing in return from her friend who just happens to be a weyrling, she's only a wingrider herself, and an injured one at that, so she just chuckles at Kyria's return. Her gaze turns thoughtful when asked about her bonding with Haquith, "I wouldn't say that it was hard to work out, but every pairing has it's challenges. Mine was more a battle of wills. I've always said Haq should probably have been born a gold, she has that much force of personality and ego. So I had to rein in her more…reckless behaviors."

Kyriatis' gives a long, slow exhale. "Huh," she says. "That's interesting." Her dark-eyed gaze slides away from the greenrider and towards her distant green, as if to appraise her. Then, "I'm grateful Omair's not reckless. Difficult to grasp, sometimes, and moody even more than your average teenage girl, but not… reckless. But you got there." That's not a question. "You worked it out, and now you're a great partnership. This was your first scoring, wasn't it? Which is pretty good."

"That's definitely something to be grateful for," Alyna remarks before giggling at the girl's description of her lifemate as a teenage girl, "Well, hopefully his moods will settle with age, young ones always take awhile for their emotions to stabilize." Nodding along at Kyria's assessment that her and Haquith got there, she smiles again, "Oh yeah, eventually we got there," she's making no comment on how long that may have taken, "I've had minor scores before, nothing major like this though. It was a fluke as it is, a clump came out of my blind spot even though I checked it before adjusting our position, twice." she shrugs to show that sometimes that happens.

Wryly, "At least he doesn't have tantrums like some of them." Not naming names, of course. Kyriatis draws her knees up, wrapping her arms around them so that she can more-or-less hug herself. "I can't believe I'll be up there fighting thread like that, within a turn. It's pretty daunting. I know there's a lot to learn between now and then, and I know we'll be as prepared as anyone possibly can be, but… when you talk about flukes like that, it really scares me."

"Oh tantrums from a dragonet, I can't imagine," she giggles with pure sarcasm, "Haquith still throws some impressive ones from time to time." From the water there's a distant but disgruntled trill of affront for the lies her rider is perpetuating about the green. A hearty roll of her eyes in Kyria's direction shows her amusement for her lifemate. She sobers a bit at the girl's next, "There is a lot to learn, and it will be drilled into you until you think you can't possibly drill anymore. But…" she holds the girl's dark gaze with her pale one, "As prepared as you can be, thread often has other plans. You can't prepare for unpredictability. You have to trust your dragon, your wingmates, but most of all, yourself."

Kyriatis, too, lets out a giggle, and if she glances in Haquith's direction apologetically, it's not truly genuine. That more serious topic, though, draws a more serious expression by turns. Meeting Alyna's gaze squarely, she gives a little sharp nod of acknowledgement. "That's hard," she admits. "I'm not used to trusting a lot of people, not like that. But we're getting closer, my fellow weyrlings and I, and I think… I think I can see how it happens. Eventually. Trusting my own abilities, though… that's tough."

"It will help after you've actually started training and learn the skills you need," Alyna confirms with a bob of her head as she lets her hand sink into the cold sand, fanning her fingers out, "By the time you get to your first fall, you'll be ready. And if you're not…" she trails off with another shrug of her shoulders cause there are invariably casualties in every weyrling class, there was in hers. "But I have a feeling you'll be just fine because you're worrying about it. You'll take care more than some bravo who thinks they are invincible."

Kyriatis straightens her spine, nodding. "I will, I know that much. I'm not looking to die any time soon." She is definitely not going to be the casualty in her class… not if she can help it, anyway.

"Glad to hear it," Alyna grins with a final affirming nod. With only a small struggle with her cane, she pulls herself up to her feet, "Anyway, I have to get myself some breakfast, hope they aren't done serving yet. I've gotten too used to sleeping in, I'm developing bad habits." With a wry wink to the girl, she dips her head, "I hope to meet Omairhuith soon, maybe I'll try to come over to the Training grounds sometime, don't have much else to do with my days." She gives her one final grin before hobbling off in the direction of the bowl.