Who

Tyzana, Brynn, Temyrth, M'tej,

What

Tyzana's trying to figure out Rhakanth's divining circle and meets Brynn, but then decides to hit the gather with M'tej, though Brynn decides to stay behind.

When

It is sunset of the twenty-eighth day of the third month of the seventh turn of the 12th pass. It is the twenty-eighth day of Spring and 67 degrees. It's going to be a clear night.

Where

Lake Shore, Igen Weyr and Igen River Hold (Gather)

OOC Date 27 Feb 2016 08:00

 

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Lake Shore

Sprawled out beyond the Weyr proper's hustling Rukbat 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.


As evening comes to Igen, the bright sunny day begins to fade into a clear evening. Early stars are muted sparkles in the sky, and sun's setting behind the Weyr is creating a layered effect of intense colors of azure, lavender, crimson, orange, and purple. The day's heat remains, though temperatures will drop soon enough. Tyzana, however, doesn't seem aware of any variations of climate; she's standing by the flat mirror of the lake, unruffled by any breeze, where a large circle of stones seems to have been laid. She's studying the circle, hands on hips, a frown on her face. She looks confused.

A slender figure in off-white follows the white fence along the paddock, heading towards the cool oasis of the lake. She uses her staff as a walking stick, her back erect, expression thoughtful as she walks up to the teenage girl standing by the water. She mirrors her frown, peering down at the circle of stones. "Well, I don't think the firelizards did it." She muses in her Fortian (or is it Bitran?) accent, a lock of brown hair straying across equally brown eyes.

"What? Oh. No, it wasn't firelizards. It was me. Well, it was F'in. Except he was doing it for Rhakanth. And I helped lay out the rocks." Tyzana blinks, suddenly realizing she's talking to a person and she's probably not making any sense. She looks over, adding a smile "Hello. Sorry, I probably sound crazy don't I?" Amusement lights her eyes, though they're still slightly bemused as she goes back to studying the circle "I'm trying to figure out if it worked or not." From her expression, she's not getting very far.

"Ah," Brynn pushes the start of a smile into her cheek, where it fades away. She must know who F'in is, because she nods at his name. She shakes her head when the other girl asks if she sounds crazy, although her expression says she might not be sure; she's trying to keep it polite though. "What are you trying to do?" She walks along the edge of the circle, curious but only appearing mildly so.

As the bright light of Rukbat fades and shadows lengthen across the sandy bowl of Igen Weyr, evidently calling their brethren out. Above, in a ledge overlooking the Bazaar, the dimming lights signaled the ebon-stained brown to awaken and after a few long, sinew-popping stretches, he launched from his ledge toward the lake, wide dark wings stark against the fading hues of spring sky. Near the lake, the dragon backwings minimally, landing into almost a launching lope, toward the water, but swinging wide of those who might also be utilizing the beach or waters. He is accompanied by a bronze firelizard with an overtly crooked claw on a gimpy front leg. The dragon's almost achieved the water's edge, when he notes both gals standing, staring at a circle of rocks. That sort of attention merits investigation. Temyrth also stops, and, head easily arcing over the two women, studies the circle of rocks on the sand as well.

"It's a divination circle." Tyzana informs Brynn. "For divining the future, I guess. Rhakanth wanted it, so he could see how many eggs Zsaviranth will lay. F'in says he likes to figure things out." Tyzana thinks maybe Rhakanth's crazy, but she's not going to say that out loud "F'in also said since I helped with the circle, some of the wisdom's for me, but I guess it takes a dragon to figure out what it means." And how it works - F'in wasn't too clear on that. She glances at the other girl again "I'm Tyzana. And-" she breaks off, because suddenly there's warm breath on her back and suddenly that dimming light has gotten even dimmer. She glances back, and blinks. "Umm…hello." 'Zana's not used to conversing with dragons sans rider. "You know this one?" is queried to Brynn, even as she studies the brown. "He looks familiar."

Brynn makes a kind of 'oh' face, and squints at the circle, still trying to make sense of it. She has pretty amazing peripheral vision (hello, guard!), although she doesn't really need it to see that dragon coming. She goes stock still, her eyes large, still not quite used to being around the beasts. She's from a hold, and she lives with the Reika - the fact that her brother and cousin are dragonriders is immaterial. "Brynn," she inclines her head to Tyzana, with another start to a smile. She shakes her head, trying to appear calm and collected. She does a reasonable job. She doesn't know this one. She doesn't offer the brown a verbal greeting, just kind of stares at it - him.

It could be that sparks of red firecracker through the dragon's otherwise blue eyes, during some of Tyzana's explanation, and it is absolute that his narrow muzzle draws a bit higher backwards, but the dragon seems cognizant of his effect on the women. He tilts his head just slightly to the side and his wings furl in against his back. He's smaller now, right? Much less intimidating. And maybe the slightest of a cool breeze brushes over the minds of both women, as contrast with the warm breath. Slowly, the dragon's regard seems to tilt back to the rocks, rather than the humans, each being inspected from at least two angles - on high, and over to the side.

Did Tyzana appear intimidated? Not at all. She's been around dragons enough in the last Turn or so that she's comfortable, if a bit confused. But as the brown folds his wings and tilts his head to inspect the stones, she smiles. "Well, he looks familiar but I honestly don't know who he belongs to. But, you look fairly interested. Do you know how to divine?" This queried of the dragon, without expecting any response of course. She turns back to the circle. "Nice to meet you, Brynn. You look familiar too. I've seen you around, likely?" half question, half statement, that.

Brynn is intimidated by the dragon, although she is hiding it well. The warm breeze across her mind causes her to blink. She calmly sits on one of the rocks, leaning against her staff. She watches the brown take off and turns her body so that she can watch both him and the teenage girl. A firm nod is sent to Tyzana. "Nice to meet you as well." As to her looking familiar: "I have been here not long, working as a guard. But I believe I have seen you as well. F'in is my cousin. And Onari." She does look a lot like Onari. Their builds are similar, and the face. Although the cheeky Reika trader certainly smiles more.

If he does know how to divine, he's not seeming to want to reveal this. The dragon does launch into a sinewy motion, though, to circle around and study the rocks from the opposite side of the circle. His neck dips within the circle, to perhaps study the prints within, and the imprint of the press of tail into the sand, before he'll stalk around the circumference that is not occupied by the young women. Each stone is, individually, studied. Any residual sand that had lain atop is blown aside by the dragon's breath, and the air from his exhalations creates shallow divots in the sand, like a three dimensional shadow, around each rock. Certainly, the dragon appears to be listening; as Brynn mentions names, the dragon glances in her direction for a moment, the light-catching facets of his eyes whirling a bit quicker.

"You're related to F'in? And Onari? Well, then I've likely seen you around the Reika wagons…and the Weyr if you're a guard." Tyzana nods sagely. "I'm a laundress, so our paths have liked to cross on occasion, in the living caverns and such." Wistful smile is sent Brynn-ward. "Nice to have such an extended family. And to have F'in as a cousin." She sighs. "He's the nicest person." Kind of obtuse, but nice. "I like Onari too, though I don't know her as well. F'in was my first friend at the Weyr." She watches the brown skirt the circle, blow on the rocks. "M'tej. That's M'tej's brown, I'm pretty sure." Revelation comes with a a low, delighted exclamation and a snap of fingers and she beams at the dragon opposite her. "He helped with the bovines in the bazaar, when they got loose." Just in case Brynn was wondering.

Brynn nods once again, affirming that she is related to F'in and Onari. "I guard for the Reika," she offers, trying to help maybe jog a memory. "I don't go to the Weyr much, but my brother Fellen has taken me around a few times." A beat. "F'llen." Dragonrider names. She starts to return Tyzana's wistful smile with just a slight smile of her own. "I don't know them well," she admits, of her cousins and extended family. "Although they have been very kind." Almost too kind, if that's a possibility. "M'tej?" She hasn't really stopped watching that brown dragon (out of the corner of her eye), but she turns fully to face him, now. When the bovines got loose! Right. That jogs her memory. "Helpful creatures, dragons." Yes, she's looking at you Temyrth.

Tyzana catches the brown dragon's attention again, with her words. While she'll perhaps feel a whisper of chill mental touch, the psychic touch may or may not confirm her guess, but only hints that she has garnered the brown's attention, even if momentarily. The angle of the brown's dark muzzle shifts incrementally toward Brynn, as she repeats the dragonrider's name. Given that his presence is buffered from the position of the women by the expanse of a circle of rocks, Temyrth stretches his wings, the flat parallel to the sand, and one hind-leg stretched behind him as he expels a quick yawn, before he's turned to study the lake. The bronze lizard slips off Temyrth's crest, where he'd been perched, to take a few laps around the immediate area. Something might be happening, that animates the otherwise silent creatures into anxious motion.

"Very helpful. Sometimes not so helpful." Tyzana's opinion on dragons. "For instance, when they pop out of the water and drench you, not so much with the help." Just as an example. And a little shiver, because she felt that icy touch maybe. "Anyway," she adds, as Temryth turns toward the lake, her own attention turning to Brynn "I don't know F'llen. At least, not by name. Might know him by his laundry, depending." On whether he's a causer of incredibly difficult stains - they're her specialty. "But F'in and Onari are kind, aren't they?" Which makes her smile. Unlike Brynn, she likes kindness; she's not used to it and it makes a nice change.

Brynn's lips twitch at mention of being drenched by a dragon, her gaze following that firelizard before settling on the mirror lake and watching his reflection instead. She looks at Tyzana as the other girl looks at her. "He is great at getting things dirty. From what I have heard, he gets a lot of oil stains in his tunics?" A common problem for dragonriders, she expects. "They are. It isn't the kindness so much that bothers me… but, the traders, they are always talking. And if they are kind to you, they expect you to as well. They all want to know your business, or to tell you your business, or to tell you their business, too much of it. I'm just not - used to it." As a guard, she primarily stands and watches, challenges people when she needs to. But she'd rather not get involved in their personal lives. "This is the most I've shared with anyone, besides Fellen. Don't you tell anyone!" She calls that to the brown dragon, and the firelizard.

Treading over the sand with as efficient a step one might take on the loose medium, a fairly tall fellow enters hailing distance. The brown dragon addresses this new figure with a clear vocalization that is neither roar nor moan nor hum, but somewhere between and certainly draws both the man's attention and vector of ambulation toward him. A green lizard accompanies the man, her wings lilting through the medium of air effortlessly. "Thought you were bathing, lad." The man's voice denotes maturity and an origin distant both temporally and geographically. "What, you're flirting?" In this light, M'tej's regard surely must appear black, "Ladies. Please tell me he was not Making a scene?" The circle of rocks, barely visible now, does catch M'tej's attention for a moment, eliciting the slightest furrow of brow, "And I hear tell there's a gather, at Igen Hold. Happens I have a rather large dragon, should either of you two - or both - be interested in attending."

"Oh…I get a lot of oil stains, believe you me." Tyzana agrees "I've gotten so many, I can get them out in my sleep." She listens to the other girl, nodding a bit as she explains her reasoning. "I suppose that could be…discon…disconcerting..if you aren't used to it." She agrees. "I don't know how I'd like everyone in my private business, either. I'm glad I met you, Brynn. I've actually been contemplating maybe joining the traders, though now I'll have to think on it more." She hesitates. "I'm not used to telling people everything about myself, either. Although it might be nice to have that…community feeling." Then, M'tej is there, and that topic is set aside with a smile. "There, see? I told you that was M'tej's dragon." This an aside to Brynn before she transfers the smile to the brownrider "Good evening, Sir. I've been to gather already…I didn't think to go more than once, although I wouldn't mind having some of that wool they've got for sale.." She looks at the guard "Are you on duty? Or did you want to go?" I mean, how often do they get the offer of a ride, right?

Brynn turns to watch the man approaching, still seated on her rock. "Do dragons flirt?" She asks Tyzana, since the other girl seems to know a lot about them. She doesn't smile at the bronzerider, although she does incline her head a bit. On duty? She shakes her head. "Not on duty… I was just there the other day. I think maybe," she sends a glance towards the brown, "Stay here for a bit, if that's alright." She doesn't seem nearly as keen as Tyzana to get up on a dragon. "I'm Brynn," she offers, partly in apology, to M'tej. "But thanks for the offer anyway."

"Generally," M'tej grins, "He only flirts with golds, and not too many of them, at that. But he's social in an odd way." Much like his rider. "Nice to meet you, Brynn. I'm M'tej." Given that his identity was just outed, there's naught to do but 'fess up to it. Brynn's given a half-bow, and he'll straighten to regard Tyzana, "If you are wanting wool, I can certainly convey you there and back and if you're needing an escort, I'm reasonably priced." He winks at that. "Just let me have a bit of time on the dance floor." And it need not even be her time. "I can't resist the allure of a Gather." His grin is quick, showcasing a full set of very white teeth that may stand as evidence against rampet rumors about this man and the fights he supposedly gets into all the time. As M'tej has come to a halt, his little green has claimed a spot on his shoulder. Temyrth launches from the sand, only to be claimed by the night.

"Oh, that's too bad, Brynn. Perhaps another day?" hopeful tone matches hopeful smile, before Tyzana turns her gaze on M'tej "Well, then I'd gladly accept a ride…and I'd dance with you too, except I don't really know how." And then she blinks. Because did Temryth just take off? "Um….is he coming back?" Or is Tyzana terribly confused?

Drolly, but modified by a quick flash of those teeth, "If I'm taking riders, I'd better have straps on the lad, don't you think? — He's going to fetch them. I'm not interested in offing weyrstaff to some horrible fall. You want to fly straight or do you have a good coat handy?" M'tej sends a quick salute to Brynn at her departure, before turning back to Tyzana, "And I can't dance these modern dances very well, so we'll manage, I suppose." Again, that quirk of his lips. M'tej reaches to rub the tiny head-knobs of the green lizard, who curls her tail possessively around his neck.

"Oh! Well, that does make sense." Tyzana says, looking a bit embarrassed about not thinking of it. But her smile is still eager; after all, the gather was fun! Diviniation circle, divination shmirkle - F'in can just tell her what the hell it says, since it's not like she's getting it figured out. "I've got my cloak over there." She indicates a rock, where her outer wear had been folded earlier. "So I'm ready to go." She smiles, too, at the little green "She's pretty. I've got one, Giorg. But he seems to have something better to do right now." Which is sometimes the wont of firelizards. "He's brown, though. Like your dragon. It is M'tej, right?" Because seriously, they only met the once. "I'm Tyzana. In case you don't remember. We met when the bovines got in the bazaar. Remember?" And she does his laundry, but he likely doesn't know about that bit. Friendly glance is sent toward Brynn as she heads to gather her things "See you later, perhaps." She tells her new acquaintance; but now? Now she's ready to gather.

The dragon returns out of the sky with minimal fuss, the straps looped around his neck, but of course not fastened. Once he's stepped over to M'tej, and crouched, the rider shifts the supple, unadorned leather over the brown's shoulders and fastens the straps with practiced aclarity. "Tyzana. Sorry, to say, but I wasn't remembering much of that incident except some bull's trying to kill me, and a maniac with a rope single-handedly taking on the entire herd." He sends another smile toward Tyzana, "But we evidently made an impression, eh?" Pity the young woman isn't about ten turns older — M'tej's luck! "Giorg - brown? Good taste. Much handier than the metallics; they seem to have a sense of self-importance that I have not found warrented. The green — she's Mona — is the most useful creature I've ever been associated with." The amendment comes after a silent rebuke, "You don't count as a 'creature', Temyrth." That, to the dragon, "Here, lass. Let me give you a hand up." M'tej's voice, a reverberating basso, didn't ask that; it was posed more as a request.

Tyzana's fate is to be too young for everyone, dammit. In this case, she doesn't let it get her down, because meta! So she's still smiling at M'tej as she watches Temyrth fly back, then get strapped. "It's alright. It was rather hectic, so I didn't imagine you'd remember me. You, on the other hand, have a rather large friend who makes you much more memorable than a laundress." He's brown and big and his name starts with T. "I didn't have much choice with Giorg's color, either. I was gifted the egg and he's what popped out. But I love him and he loves me. I think he's off chasing a female, though. He's been somewhat distracted of late. He's usually right where your Mona is." Right on 'Zana's shoulder, tucked under her hair. When Temyrth is all nice and strapped, she moves forward to climb aboard, with a nod to M'tej "Thank you, Sir. I'm not very used to doing this still." Even after a Turn. With his assistance, she does manage to do settle herself without too much difficulty.

M'tej is careful to keep his hands where appropriate. And if Tyzana is too young for everyone, and M'tej is too old for everyone, that speaks for a lack of either younger men or mature women at the Weyr — a shortage that should absolutely be addressed, as soon as possible! But, perhaps the new destination will allow an opportunity for the twain to meet new associates of the appropriate age and gender. M'tej pulls himself up behind Tyzana, and checks her straps first, before, after a moment's consideration, strapping himself in. "Brown's an excellent color in a dragon. Big enough for the endurance to fight a full fall, but not obligated to leadership positions. Best of all worlds." M'tej intones, voice dropping quieter in the rather uncomfortably intimate proximity that dragonridering causes.

"Oh. I always forget how high up in the air I am on a dragon." Tyzana says, laughing with the delight of it and managing not to blush as M'tej straps her in. "Not that I've been on many, but still." And if you think she's delighted now, wait until they're airborne. But for now, she waits for him to do his own straps and tilts her head "I didn't know that, about browns. I suppose each color has its merits…but you could be a leader if you wanted, couldn't you? After all, G'tan was weyrleader for a bit, wasn't he?" And then they're not only airborne but going ::between:: and the laughter that's cut off in the void continues as soon as they appear above the gather, coming on a gasping breath of continued pleasure. "Oh! I always forget about that part…" she admits, looking down at the spread-out encampment of wagons and booths and yerts.

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Igen River Hold
Sitting on the cusp of a striking juxtaposition of sand and greenery, Igen River Hold hugs both rugged cliff and gentle slope of riverbank. Small fishing craft with brightly-hued hulls and sails can be seen to coast easily along the currents here, as well as larger boats built for transport and the occasional journey downriver to the ocean. Crafthalls for both boat-builders and fisher folk make up most of what can be seen from Igen River itself, the ramps and piers extending past the thin strip of tidal swamp to be found at this point along the water's edge. A smallish sprawl of industry, this hold - but a bustling one, with a colorful and thriving community of river-bound Seacrafters and holders who find such a lifestyle to their liking.

Temyrth blinks out of *between*, but given his shadowy hue, his arrival may not be noticed by any but the other dragons already here. He spirals out of the sky to land off-sides of the Gather, crouching to let riders off before he'll launch back into the sky.

M'tej will assist Tyzana out of straps with the same propriety that he'd helped her with them. "G'tan's dragon is bronze. I've heard that browns have won Weyrleader flights, but I'm not keen on it." Perhaps the singular pronoun is significant; Temyrth marked his own silent opinion with a rumble that resonates through his lean frame, and M'tej doesn't share whatever the brown conveyed. "Now then," M'tej changes the subject, "Where's this wool merchant, ma'am?"

"Oh, that's right." Tyzana looks mortified that she got it all screwed up again. "I'm obviously thinking of someone else. But my point still stands. You could be weyrsecond, or wingleader, right?" But then he's leading her off toward the wool with an "It's this way," at which point they disappear into the crowds, only to return not too long after with a package that is left with Temyrth so that it doesn't get in the way of dancing, "Now remember…I'm not very good." Tyzana tells the brownrider a bit nervously "And I'm kind of clumsy. I hope I don't step on your toes." It could happen.

"I've boots, lass. And I suspect I've lived through worse than you can do me." This may rival about any other sentence for 'understatement of the turn'. M'tej sends a grin to the young laundress, offering her the crook of his arm and not-intentionally sallying the woman right past her past acquaintance, Dustin, on the way to the dance floor applauded by Willimina, by way of the reticent weyr guard and Tanjek; forever linked in the brownrider's mind with a rope. He's not wearing a knot, but possesses both confidence and size that allows he and the woman to commandeer prime property on the dance floor. A practiced dancer, M'tej's manuvers mark him as either an obsessed fan of vintage styles, or an Oldtimer.

Dustin might not see Tyzana, but she certainly sees him - and waves as they pass by, even as she's pulled onto the dance floor and swung around very expertly by M'tej. She enjoys the dance immensely, evidenced by crimson cheeks and the occasional light laugh as he swings her about in his fashion. She follows his lead because she totally was serious when she said she couldn't dance. But with such a person to follow, it doesn't seem to matter. So the crimsoned cheeks come from delight rather than embarrassment. "Your boots are safe, Sir, but it's all your doing." She points out as he leads her about.

"A teacher is only as good as his student, ma'am." M'tej returns, with a courtly bow, before resuming the exercise with the music. "And I'm an old fellow, had lots of time to practice." He's quick to showcase that quick grin against swarthy features. The brownrider came to dance, and Tyzana, for better or for worse, is his accidental companion for the evening. No romance sparks between the two; the age difference is stark. But friendship spans generations, and perhaps this evening of shared activity, of learning and teaching, of commiserating over bumps and bruises from each other and other dancers, and the camaraderie of refreshment might be fertile enough soil for a new friendship to germinate. It'll be late before M'tej and Temyrth will return Tyzana to the Weyr proper and then seek his own solitude, weary from an evening's exploits which, as a novelty, is innocent of M'tej's usual vices.

Tyzana will dance the night away - and not just with M'tej. No, she even gets Dustin to come out on the floor with her, reminding him that he owed her a dance from the day before, and enjoying it just as much as with any partner of the night. But eventually she must away with M'tej since he's her ride and also her way safely back to the Weyr; she does so exhausted but exhilrated, having had the best night of her life EVER!
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