Who

Alyna, R'zel

What

R'zel and Verokanth greet new Ocelots Alyna and Haquith

When

It is afternoon of the twenty-second day of the second month of the thirteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Lower Bowl and Living Cavern, Southern Weyr.

OOC Date 04 Feb 2018 00:00

 

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Lower Bowl

Cobblestones sweep as far as the eye can see, a unique feature to the lower section of the bowl — but necessary, perhaps, as the stepped western bowl drains off into this high-trafficked area. The shallow bowl is bounded by craggy-black bowlwall with entrances pockmarked - and some boarded over in an effort to prevent entry from un-renovated caverns. Directly south, the wall neatly crumbles away to roll southerly into rollicking fields of soft hills; a glance of the stables can be seen through the gap, nestled against the entrance bridge that spans westward.


Popping in from ::between::, her chartreuse hide catches the summer sun just right so that she is like a green beacon as she wings down to land in the Lower bowl with a little wiggle in her ample hindquarters as she settles onto the ground, sinuous neck already snaking around to take in their new home. From her neck though a string of obsenities from the petite woman perched there. Quickly she slides down to the green's proferred forelimb, balancing there as she starts to loosen some of the packages that are tied carefully off them. But then the heat seems to be too much for the leather clad woman and she hops down to the bowl floor with the practive of over a decade of riding, where she begins to strip off her riding jacket.

Bronze Verokanth is in the bowl not far from the entrance that leads to the living caverns. He bugles a greeting to the newly arrived green. « You have brought a lot of things. Where are you from? » Well might the green's rider feel the Southern heat, given the summer temperature and humidity! It's not long before R'zel emerges from the caverns, part of the general drift away from lunch. He too gives the unfamiliar green and her rider a curious look.
Haquith cocks a coquettish eye at the bronze adressing her, «We have come from Igen Weyr. Me and mine are transferring here. The name's Haquith.» the soft buzzing of insect wings accompany her sultry mindvoice. And as a total afterthought she add, «And mine is Alyna.» The exchange elicits an eyeroll from her rider as she gives her dragon's shoulder a thump to get her attention, "Hey now, we're here not a second and you're flirting already. Hoo boy, this is going to be great." her words drip with sarcasm. The petite blond has now shed her riding jacket and is wearing a tank top underneath. So mildly more comfortble she climbs back up onto the greens forearm and rummages in the packages, mumbling, "I know I have a scrap of hide here somewhere with who we were supposed to report to."

« I am Verokanth, and mine is R'zel. We are of Ocelot. » Verokanth's voice comes with a welcoming wash of sage and fresh Rosemary. « And you are welcome here. » R'zel pauses, eyes losing focus, and his dragon confirms the newcomers' identities, then the tall bronzerider with the wingsecond's knot strides briskly towards the green and her rider. "Hello! Verokanth says you're Alyna and Haquith? We're expecting you! Welcome to Southern!"

As the green preens in the bronze's direction, Alyna sighs heavily and then hears her name. Looking down at the approaching bronze rider, she raises a hand ain welcome before deftly hopping down off of Haquith's forearm. "Well met Wingsecond." she replies with a little salute before striding towards him. "And thank you. we're really happy to be here." She says with an easy smile. "I forgot how sharding hot Southern gets in the summer, winter at Igen has been downright frigid."

R'zel tosses off a cheerfully casual salute in return, and smiles broadly. "Well met! Igen does a pretty good imitation of hot itself, as I recall. Though I think we have the edge when it comes to sheer miserable sweaty humidity. If your leathers aren't the layered sort, you might want to get some local kit before too long." He can't demonstrate as the only hints of leather in what he's wearing are his belt and sandals. "Do you have instructions to report in to someone?" Verokanth abandons the spot he's been lying in and makes his way towards Haquith. « This is a good place. There is good flying here. »

"Oh the summers are the worse, if you aren't baking, you're getting your skin blasted off in a sandstorm." Alyna wrinkles her nose in distaste. I can do humidity, and Haquith much prefers it to a dry heat." Haquith cranes her neck in the direction of the approaching bronze, crooning softly, « It is very green. So much nicer than all that beige of the desert.» she gives a little shimmy of her rump before settling down. Another long suffering sigh for her green's antics and she responds to the bronzerider. "I thought I had it written down somewhere, but I think it accidentally got packed in deep somewhere. I'm joining Ocelot wing I believe though."

"That's right - that's why I've had Vero keeping an eye out for you. I'm R'zel, and that's Verokanth." He jabs a finger towards the bronze that's settling down close to Haquith. "I'm one of Ocelot's wingseconds. Our wingleader's K'vvan - green Nadeeth's rider - and the other wingsecond is Vani, green Caelisth's. I can introduce you to K'vvan in a bit, and take you to the Headwoman to sort out a weyr. Do you want to get settled straight away, or can I interest you in a cold drink out of the sun?"

"Oh well that's handy. A drink would be fantastic. Let me just relieve Haquith of her burdens and I will be right there." Alyna walks back up the green's forelimb and with the ease of many turns of practice, she quickly releases the riding straps and lets them and their packs falls down next to the green. When she hops down, she points at it and bespeaks her dragon, » Do not leave all my stuff unnatended please. I know how distracted you get when you're making new friends. « A flick of her tail is all the response the greenrider is going to get before Alyna moves over to R'zel, "So where to? I've been here a time or two, but I'm not entirely familiar."

"The living cavern's just through there." R'zel points at an entrance and starts walking towards it, with a sideways glance to invite Alyna to follow him. "We can sit there, or there's the nighthearth, which has comfy chairs and endless klah." He walks on a little before enquiring, "What brings you to Southern?" Verokanth is busy showing Haquith images of the best beaches.

"Living caverns," Alyna nods decisively. "I couldn't do klah in this heat." She says as she follows along besides him, her short legs racing to keep up. "Well, that's the big questions isn't it? How do I put this? In simplest terms, I needed a change, we both did really. Haquith has never liked the dryness of the desert even though she hatched there, it does terrible things to her skin. Most skin really, but hers seems to be extra sensitive. So after a decade of her grumbling I finally decided it was time for a change, see if we can't clear it up with a more humid clime. So where else, but Southern."

"Oh, right; Igen would be the worst for dry skin." R'zel sounds as if he finds the reason entirely sensible. "We bathe in the sea - the dragons love the beaches - but you'll find the rainwater's really soft, and we're not exactly short of it." He leads the way into the caverns and towards a table where drinks are served. "What was your wing, at Igen? Was it one with a particular interest outside Threadfighting?"

Living Caverns

Grand and spacious, the cavern curves high aloft in naturally-vaulted ceiling that soothes any sense of claustrophoba. Rich woods line the cavern floor, varnished and stained a rich mahogany, while round tables scatter about candlelit and intimate. The largest table lies southerly next the sideboard, long trestles that seem oriented to providing for the weyr's youngest. The rich blue of Azov can be seen from a distance in good weather, when the heavy stone doors covering the entrance are allowed to stand open.

"Oh Haquith would live in the water if I let her." Alyna says easily as she follows him into the Caverns, looking over the drinks table when they get there. "Ahh the rain. It will be nice to have that again. And I was in Arroyo since I graduated weyrlinghood. We were pretty much the workhorse wing, a lot of outreach to the Holders and far flunt cotholds. Everything from excavating irrigation canals, situating boulders for living arrangements, even carrying livestock trapped on hillsides. We never shied away from getting down and dirty. Oh and we had to keep up the good rapport between the Weyr and the Holders, desert tribes, what have you." She explains as she picks up a pitcher of juice and pours herself out a tall glass and takes a long draught immediately. "That's soo good!" she exclaims as she tops her glass back up to full.

R'zel listens intently to Alyna's account of what she's been doing with Arroyo, then nods at the comment about the juice. "The fruit here's excellent." He helps himself to some of the same juice. "Ocelot's got a couple of sidelines. One's search and rescue; we've been building that up over the last few years. The other's working with the guards. Both quite interesting lines of work - do either of them appeal? So we're pretty versatile, too."

Sipping at her juice, Alyna nods, "Search and Rescue is definitely something that could be right up our alley, we've helped a fair few times look for people lost out in the dunes in a storm. And Ocelot's an upper flight wing right? Arroyo was mid-level, but I always thought Haquith would do well on the higher levels." She asks conversationally as she sips at her drink again.

"Upper flight, yes," R'zel confirms. "We're a mixed wing with a good balance of colours. If she's got good concentration and stamina, you'll fit in fine; it's pretty concentrated effort up top." He takes a sip of his drink, then says, "Let's sit," and leads the way over to one of the small tables. "Search and Rescue's interesting flying. You mentioned lifting beasts; we train for lifting all sorts of stuff. People too, from anywhere they might get themselves stuck. And of course when it happens for real, we have to be able to deal with all sorts of weather conditions."

"Haquith may seem a little flighty at times, but with Thread, she is razor focused and relentless." Alyna says with a proud look on her face as she follows him to a small table and sits down. "That all sounds great for me. Anything that's a challenge and we're up for it. We veterans have to keep sharp or get outshined by much younger riders." Alyna says with a snort as she gives this new Wingsecond a quick once over.

R'zel is probably one of those much younger riders. "Learning new things stops you getting stale, too. And people tend to think it's the big dragons that excel at Search and Rescue, but there's a lot to be said for a green who can get in and out of tight spots where someone's in trouble."

"Oh you don't have to tell me about the merits of a green as opposed to the larger dragons." Alyna says with a little smirk as she takes another sip of her drink. "I should probably get situated in our new weyr soon, I don't trust Haquith not to wander off to the nearest beach if I leave her to her own devices for too long." With one final drink, she finishes her juice with a little smack of her lips in appreciation for the refreshing beverage.

"Right. I'll take you down to see Headwoman Laieva, then, and she'll talk to you about weyrs." R'zel finishes his own drink and sets down the glass. "If you get a choice, I find it marginally less muggy up near the Rim, where it's high enough to be breezy, but some people really like overlooking the river - she'll tell you what's available, anyway." And no need to explain why there are likely to be several empty weyrs. He leads the way down into the inner caverns in search of the Headwoman.

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