Diem, Ryott


Ryott's brooding when Diem comes across her at Crater Lake.


It is midmorning of the first day of the fifth month of the fourteenth turn of the 12th pass.


Crater Lake, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 27 Jun 2018 04:00


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"You're a Weyrwoman."


Crater Lake

Four centuries ago, a chunk of the very comet that drove some Oldtimers forward crashed to the desert near Igen Weyr, collapsing the original inner caverns and breaking through to a new spring that now feeds into Igen's underground aquifer. The result? Beauty from destruction - a long, crystalline lake of brilliant sapphire blue. Sharp sandstone rings the water in jagged peaks, where sparse desert shrubs cling to steep, sandy slopes and reflect darkly on the pristine, mirror-like surface. Out in the midst of the lake, a small island pierces the glassy plane, umber from azure in a near-perfect cone. A startling break in the stark desert and savannah surrounding the Weyr, the crater lake sits like a jewel in the rough - a picturesque, inviting respite from the rough, dry terrain beyond.

It is the thirty-first day of Spring and 84 degrees. It is a bright, sunny day.

A lovely spring morning has Igen's senior weyrwoman out for a run along the Weyr road that leads up to the Crater Lake. The sky is a brilliant blue and is practically cloudless, which means that Diem is sporting a nice sheen upon her skin as the approaches the bank. Here she slows her gait down to a brisk walk before bleeding into an easy stride to help conquer the jagged peaks positioned between her and the water. When she finally makes it over, the goldrider stands at the water's edge, hands on her hips, as she surveys the crystalline lake in front of her. Overhead, Zsaviranth is circling the water like she's going to land nearby.

Perched on a large rock right just back from the water's edge, is Ryott dressed a little more subdued that her usual shades of dark grey. Brown shorts that fall past her knees and a boy's cut tunic in pale taupe that hangs off her young frame. One leg drawn up to her chest, arms hugging them tightly while her chin rests on her knee, the girl's dark brows are pulled deeply over her near ebony eyes as she stares out over the mirror flatness of the lake, doing what the teenager does best…Brood. Her sense are keen though, and she hears someone approaching, but doesn't make to look in her direction. The shadow that falls over her though from Zsaviranth's circling does pull her eyes upwards briefly, but she doesn't react at the sight of the gold dragon, just quietly observes.

While Diem is busy catching her breath, she cants a look up toward her backwinging lifemate. Zsaviranth causes some ripples upon the calm surface of the water when the wind from her wings sweeps out ahead of her and soon after she lands. There's a ruffling of her wings before she catches sight of a figure perched upon a large rock, which then causes her to rumble a greeting. Diem pivots to see what the gold is looking at. "Oh, hello." she says when Ryott is spotted. "I didn't think anyone was out here."

Watching the whole time the gold dragon lands, Ryott's expression doesn't change much, mouth still pulled in a neutral line while sharp gaze studies the way Zsaviranth moves before reaching the ground. When spotted though, her lips will curl the tiniest bit at the rumbled greeting from the dragon. As Diem speaks up, the Zingari girl lifts and turns her head lazily in the direction of the voice, "There wasn't," she replies with her emotionless deadpan, not mincing words, but also not malicious in any way. Making the obvious connection between the queen dragon and the woman, she speaks up, "You're a Weyrwoman." Again, she speaks in a clipped way, merely staring the obvious and making no move from her current seat.

"Diem." A thumb is then pulled in the direction of the gold dragon. "And that's Zsaviranth." Nothing is said of her rank and since she doesn't have her super detailed fancy shmancy knot on her left shoulder, Ryott's guess merits a nod. Their names miiight ring a bell to any Igen native. "I bring her along when I run since she's quite keen on spotting things around me. Although I would have spotted you first if I just looked over here." Zsaviranth's faceted eyes whirl a dubious shade of brownish-blue as she steps over some jagged rocks to get closer to Ryott's. Don't mind her, she's being nosey. "Not a bad day to spend near the lake, though."

Nodding almost imperceptively at the introduction, Ryott pauses for a moment, considering, before she replies to the introduction in turn, "Ryott." She doesn't elborate beyond that for the time being. With her careful mask of neutrality in place, the youngster's eyes swing back towards the gold dragon and nods her head respectively at her in turn. "I tend to blend in," she remarks to Diem's assertion that she would have seen her, the faintest hint of wry humor in her young voice. The encroaching gold is treated to a quizzically raised brow, but she doesn't make a move to get away or anything. "It is," she agrees as her gaze turns back to the lake, "Peaceful, quiet. Not like the Bazaar."

There's a slight pang of envy that Diem feels deep within her chest after Ryott makes a comment about blending in. More often than not, there are certain days when the Senior wants nothing more than to do just that: blend. Unfortunately, people tend to recognize her far and wide. A smile curves her lips as she folds her arms across her middle and casts her gaze down at her running shoes and the gravel beneath them. "How true that is." About the lake being less busy than the Bazaar. "I usually like to go to the Tea Room before the crowds get too large. Makes navigating the streets easier." Tawny eyes then lift back toward the teenager.

Stretching out both legs out in front of her now, Ryott re-adjusts her position so that she is facing Diem more fully. Whether the girl recognized her as the senior Weyrwoman is not immediately apparent as she doesn't break her unblinking gaze. "The Tea Room? Heard of it, but it's not really my kind of place," she comments with a shrug before tilting her head to one side to look back at the dragon, "Never seen one this close up before." Like Diem, her gaze methodically scans Zsaviranth with the faintest hint of curiosity.

Igen's senior queen is known for not liking to be touched, yet her close proximity to the teen has Diem quirking a dark colored brow. "If you can manage it," she says while drawing closer to the gold. "You may scritch her." There's a moment of silent commune between dragon and rider before Zsaviranth crouches down like a feline with her legs tucked underneath her. Her tail very cooly sways baaack and forrrth in a languid rhythm as if she's waiting to feel the touch of fingertips upon her hide. "She won't bite too hard." Diem's grin is wry as she reaches out to give her bond an affectionate pat.

Looking as if she might refuse the offer at first, Ryott is highly skeptical, especially when Diem brings up biting, But her quiet curiosity wins out and leaning forward, she gets up and stretches fingers towards the gold's soft hide, letting them make contact just along her muzzle, feathered touches as she furrows her brow, "She feels like my firelizards do," she observes as she starts scritching Zsaviranth in earnest as she would one of her blues. There's a tension in her frame though, as if wound tight and ready to jump at the merely hint of danger from the dragon.

Diem looks pleased when Ryott stretches an arm out to scritch Zsaviranth's muzzle. The gold isn't up for any tricks at the moment and decides to remain still so as to not startle to young gal out of her skin, which gives the weyrwoman a feeling of relief. "She does, yes. Imagine oiling her much like you do your flizzen…" Since there is a lot of gold hide here. "Zsaviranth might be the smallest gold on Pern, but that doesn't make the job any easier." Should Ryott want to know what it's like! "And, yeah, we go through a lot of oil."

Not lingering, Ryott gives the gold hide a parting pat before she steps back with a bow of her head, "Thank you Zsaviranth." Turning back to Diem, one corner of her mouth turns up in the ghost of a smile, "She's the smallest?" Small is definitely not the word that came to mind when describing the gold's size, but then the girl doesn't have much of a frame of reference to draw from. "I can imagine so," she observes about the oil sitution and then with a shrug of her shoulders, leans back against the rock she had been sitting on. "I'll stick to my blues I think, they are easy enough to care for." she remarks with a bit of a nod of affirmation.

Zsaviranth will allow the scritches much like a feline would, offering her muzzle for Ryott to scritch until she decides otherwise. Like, right now. The gold exhales a warm breath as if acknowledging the teen's gratitude and slowly withdraws before lumbering to her feet once again, stepping backward and then turning toward the water's edge with a ruffling of her wings. "Well, that was longer than I expected." Diem says with a grin, still quite pleased. Her attention shifts from her lifemate toward Ryott with a look of approval. "Not very many people get the opportunity to touch her." Zsaviranth then begins to wade into the lake until she's chest deep and pushing forward to swim further out. That looks like Diem's cue to get back to her run down the shoreline. "It was good meeting you, Ryott. Enjoy the rest of your day." And with that said, the goldrider is jogging down the bank and toward the other end of the lake to meet Zsaviranth on the other side.

"Really?" Ryott almost perks up a bit at the idea that she experienced something not many people get to, but the deadpan is strong with this one, and she quickly schools her expression severely back to her mask of indifference. Watching the gold sink into the water is also quietly observed before she nods her head in Diem's direction when the older woman returns to her run, "Nice to meet you too Weyrwoman. Have a good one." And with that, the spyling returns to her brooding boulder for another couple candlemarks of scowling at nothing but her thoughts.

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