Who

N'iel, Therst

What

N'iel and Roxie are enjoying the beach. Therst comes along. Therst gets a new knot - after some misunderstandings!

When

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

Where

Beach, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 24 Aug 2017 23:00

 

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"I don't know, your not really my type. but if it is a friend thing I suppose not."


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Beach

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.


A clear, hot, summer's afternoon is perfect for a swim, and Roxeauth and N'iel are taking full advantage of the good weather and a free day. The green is still in the shallows, just deep enough to be able to float. N'iel is in the shallows, too, floating on his back just a little way off the beach itself. The man has stripped down to just shorts - the towel and small pile of clothes on the beach is, no doubt, his. While the rider's eyes are closed, Roxeauth is more observant; currently, she's watching two young blues playing in the deeper water, splashing around and spraying each other with water.

Days off are great! Especially when you have a new rod and reel, Therst is making his way down to the water his pants are rolled up to the knee as he walks barefoot on the sand. And while not signal fire white from wearing boots all the time he is still rather pale. A two finger thick scar wraps his lower left leg starting at just behind the knee and spirals down over the top of his foot ending were the middle toe should be on his left foot can be seen as he hops over rocks. He will set up his basket with slits cut out in the water and start to bait his hook. He looks over and will wave at the Rider and Green dragon making sure he doesn't cast there direction.

As Therst sets up his kit, Roxeauth keeps a wary eye on him at the sight of the fishing rod about to be cast into the water. When the man casts it well away from both her and N'iel, the whirl of the blues and rgeens in her eyes calms, and some unheard words are exchanged with N'iel. The man moves arms and legs to come upright; he's near enough to the beach that his feet touch the bottom and he's shoulder high in the water. Now his eyes are open, and he runs hands through his hair to push water out of it, then returns Therst's wave. "Hey, Therst. Looking to catch soemthing good?"

Therst grins "Redfin if I can! Didn't mean to disturb your rest day there N'iel." He lets the line go out for now seeing how far he can get the cast into the deeper water. "How are you and Roxeauth today?" he sinks the pole into the sand so it can sit there while he splashes water on his legs to keep them from getting to warm. He pulls out a skin from his kit and takes a drink before offering it to the Weyrlingmaster "Water?"

"Not at all," N'iel is already walking towards Therst, in that weird way that happens when you're pushing against water. Soon enough he's able to walk normally, and makes the rest of the distance to Therst more easily. "We're good, thanks. Roxie loves the sun - and fortunately, so do I." He looks surprised by the generous offer, and takes the skin to have a drink, handing it back. "Midn if I sit with ya?" Roxeauth is in the water, serene above the surface, but her slow movement implies her legs are working away beneath.

Therst shrugs and grins "Not at all, fishing is nice when you can have company." He sits down and makes room with his kit so the Green rider can join him "What has you out and about this afternoon figured you would be dusting off all your lesson plans for when those eggs hatch." he teases the taller man as he watches the line but also the green in the water because dragons swimming is just as interesting as when they fly.

N'iel sits himself down next to Therst at that invite, pushing his wet hair back again. Fortunately, in this hot weather, it won't take long to dry. He laughs. "I've got plenty of time to mull those plans over. You can't rush perfection." He's sat with his legs splayed out in front of him, hands planted in the sand to help keep his torso upright. The blues in the distance have swum off like sea creatures, while Roxeauth swims closer still, until she's walking out of the sea with incredible grace. Her eyes are fixed on Therst, and N'iel clucks his tongue, but anything he says to her is non-verbal. Though, the green does turn her head, so that the way she looks at Therst is more coy, from the sides of her eyes.

Therst was looking at his fishing pole that moved slightly but seeing no further tugging turns to see the green has come out on the sand and is looking at him. He smiles and waves "Afternoon Roxaeuth." Yup don't offend the large thing that could stop you, first rule about being a short person among the giant folk of the Weyr. "Do you do much fishing? Me and R'zel have a day planned when he gets an off day, you are welcome to join us if you want."

Roxeauth turns her body away more now, but her neck curves just right so that she can look back at N'iel and Therst - but most of all the latter. "'scuse her, she's glad to see you." N'iel isn't too bothered by his dragon's behaviour apparently, still remaining totally casual. "Me? Not so much at the moment. Sounds like that'd be nice - you going out further into the ocean? I hear you can catch some real interesting stuff there."

Therst shakes his head "I was hoping to hop to one of the smaller islands, R'zel isn't to confident in his ability and I tend not to want to be in too deep water." He picks up his left foot with the missing toe and pulls out a sea shell that is between his remaining toes. "Maybe one day I could see if I could get a small boat chartered to take out deeper and see what we can get." He will rummage through his bag and pull out some red fruit and jerky offering to the other man because it is rude to eat in front of people.

N'iel 'ahhs'. "Yeah, some nice islands out and about. We've explored a few of them, just for a getaway sometimes." He watches the man pick that shell out of his mauled foot, and, perhaps unconsciously, moves a hand to scratch at a large, faded scar on one of his own legs. In fact, both lower legs bear the faint memory of injuries, beneath the fine hair. "Plenty of boats around here that'd take you out wherever you want…for the right fee," he grins. And hey, fruit! N'iel's not gonna turn that down. Roxeauth makes a rather dramatic turn with a rustle of her wings, giving N'iel a look. She's good at those. The rider bites into the apple casually, but he's looking back at her almost as intensely.

Therst looks up to see the rider talk with his dragon, she is more reserved than others he has met which is actually apprecated as he still is barely used to Zynth's way of just popping in at random moments. He looks out at the pole as the line gets a little taught, but still nothing worth getting up for. Eating his snack he looks out and enjoys the view, not all moments need words spoken aloud.

The silence is there, long and drawn out, though hopefully not uncomfortable. At least, N'iel shows no signs of discomfort. Something sparks between him and his dragon and he looks away, swallows his bite of apple, and asks, "so, d'you fancy the idea of camping out somewhere cold?" Roxeauth turns and moves closer, sashaying in her easy way around to stand behind the pair, about half a metre back. Almost - but not quite - looming over them.

Therst turns his head saying "I don't know, your not really my type. but if it is a friend thing I suppose not." Yeah he thinks the green rider is just joking around and there is that tugging at the line again. The miner still keeps an eye on the dragon so he misses he is about to catch something, "Or were you talking about just droping me off somewhere to test out your weyrling activity?"

N'iel laughs! Fortunately, he's old enough not to be embarrassed by things that have come out in the wrong way. "Well," he says, and his hand goes to a pocket that…isn't there. Awkward. "I was wondering, actually, if you might fancy is as a candidate. If I had a damn knot to…hang on." Great. So well planned. Even Roxeauth gives the impression of rolling her eyes at her rider as he reaches over to his clothes, rummages awkwardly in the pocket of the trousers, and produces a white knot. Now he pulls himself back to a sitting position, grinning apologetically as he holds it up, towards Therst. "If you do - you could Stand for the clutch. Roxie'd like that."

And Zip!! There goes the young man's fishing rod, well it was new for a whole day before he lost it. Therst on the other hand is staring at the knot then up at the dragon and than back to the knot and rider saying "Well if she thinks it would be a good idea, I best do it. Grandda always said don't argue with a dragon or the sea." He will reach out and take the knot holding it then say "Well I guess I will have to tell R'zel the fishing trip might be postponed till I learn the rules of what I can and can't do."

Roxie is right there behind them, giving Therst a flutter of her eyelids. Yes, she wants you, honey! N'iel glances at the fishing rod as it suddenly goes, but he's got more important matters on his mind! That white knot, as a matter of fact. "Wise words," he notes of Thersts's granddad's words, and his grin widens, toothy and wite, as the man takes the knot. "I guess so - sorry! Hopefully candidacy can make up for it. Maybe not the rules and that but…." Before he starts talking Therst out of it, he stands, then reaches over to grab up his things. "Well then - we'd better get you moved in to the barracks! Or Roxie will have my guts for garters." Because this is definitely her candidate she's moved to stand right next to!

Therst nods and will start to pack to, best not keep the lady waiting after all. He goes to get his rod and sees it sink below the waves and is gone "Well there went my last pay stipend." He grumbles but still he has a new things to worry about. Like the dragon making the hurry up face at him, shoes? right didnt have any. With all his gear packed up he will nod to the Rider and say "ready to go, sir? And I will need to talk to my craftmaster some time later so he knows I am not just playing hooky" Like the workaholic does that anyway..

N'iel tugs on his shirt so he's a little more respectable, pulls on the more appropriate trousers, and shoves his feet into his sandals. "Right. C'mon Roxie, give the man some space." The green backs off a little, but she's reluctant. She's gotta make sure her candidate is delivered straight to the barracks! "I'll see if I can't sort something out about the rod," he mentions, with a sympathetic look at the sea where it disappeared. "And - yes. We'll go make the formal arrangements." He'll lead the way - no time like the present, right?

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