Miel, Ramita, Karysha


No matter who you are, everybody can enjoy the lake. Mostly.


It is sunset of the sixteenth day of the fifth month of the fourteenth turn of the 12th pass.


Igen Weyr - Lake Shore

OOC Date 02 Jul 2018 05:00




Lake Shore

Sprawled out beyond the Weyr proper's hustling 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.

Spring has sprung and the temperature in Igen is on a steady, daily rise. On this particular evening, even as the sun begins to set, it's hot out still. Which may explain why a few folk of various ranks and positions are loitering or lingering about the lake shore. Why rush inside, where sleep is likely to be elusive for a little longer yet? Miel is standing on the shoreline, looking upwards towards the gradually darkening skies. She's dressed in her more casual attire, including a headscarf that hides her tied back hair; it's not out of modesty, but more because the sun is not kind to her fairer complexion. It's likely not hard to miss what she is observing so high above either. Ivaenth soars and wheels, alongside a few other draconic 'partners'. There's a distracted air about the greenrider… no doubt privately conversing to keep the aerobatic 'dance' from becoming too reckless.

With the days just growing hotter and hotter, sometimes a girl wants to escape from the walls of the bazaar and find a break from time to time. Or in this particular case, several girls and some women as well. A small cluster of scarlet clad Steen ladies make their way towards the lake shore, with a token male escort trailing along behind. Some of the older women break off immediately to go gossip on the nearest large rock to avoid the mud. A pair of younger girls go to tempt the waves on the lake shore (although not raising their skirts to avoid getting wet since that would be immodest!). And as for Ramita, well, the vinter just pauses with an eye up on the acrobatic display in the sky.

Amoung the throng of Steen women and girls, Karysha strolls easily, one hand holding the hem of her skirts up out of the sand, speaking in low voices with some similarly aged girls on the cusp of adulthood. Every now and then a titter of laughter from the group before they finally look up as one at the aerial display going on above. Most make softly awed sounds at the intricate dance going on in the sky, as Karysha also turns her attention skyward. "I wonder if they are training for that tournament I keep hearing about," Karysha says to her little group, although loud enough to be heard by anyone nearby.

"… you'd be right in your assumption!" Miel's cheerful reply, slightly tainted still by distraction, will come on the heels of Karysha's observation. She'll take her eyes off the skies and the dragons above just long enough to find the source as well. Surprise briefly flickers in her expression, though her smile is genuine and warm as she dips her head respectfully to both Karysha and Ramita, once she spies the vinter observing too. That little respite is all Ivaenth needs and the green is suddenly 'done' with practice. What better way then to pull off a finale? Which involves a steep landing that has her veering just a tad too close for comfort overhead; even Miel ducks a bit, though they're all perfectly safe. Just ignore the dust and grit and the gust of wind that follows in her wake! Turning nearly on a dime over the water, the brightly hued green lands in the deepest part of the lake with a rather smug, pleased look to the way she holds herself. Sighing, Miel is readjusting her scarves and smoothing out her clothes, as she works on an apology. "Sorry about that. She can get in a mood, sometimes!"

"Probably…" But Ramita doesn't really need to continue much with that since there Miel is cheerfully confirming the younger woman's guess and so whatever answer the vintner is going to give is just turned into a nod instead. The journeywoman has at least been around enough dragons and enough sand to be just slightly behind the rider in turning her head to hide from the worst of the wind. Some of the other Steen women were not so lucky. One of the younger girls lets out a bit of a screech as her headscarf slips off and she splashes after it, much to the giggling of her closest companions who had done a much better job at securing their own. Ramita just gives the smallest of smiles at the mention of moods. "To hear some talk about it, that's only to be expected from a female." Moods. They can transcend species.

Preening in light of being correct, a haughty smile plays along Karysha's lips as she turns to face her small entourage, leaning in as if to speak in lowered tones again. But that's when Ivaenth comes in for her too close for comfort landing and the girls frantically paw at their carefully coiffed hair, desperately trying to keep them from being ruined. Karysha's own toussled locks blocw into her face as she sputters after a mouthful of dust. Her pale blue eyes flash briefly, as she combs fingers through wayward locks to get them back under control. To the comment about the green and her moods, she offers a sweetly demure smile, that doesn't extend past her lips, in the direction of Ramita and Miel, "She must certainly keep you on your toes." she giggles softly as she makes a show of dusting herself off.

Miel laughs for Ramita's remark and shrugs her shoulders in a helpless, agreeing manner. "Can't blame it on that sort of mood but I wouldn't even if she was proddy." Ivaenth just naturally looks bright! Honest. Miel's never shy of letting folks know of that state and she's experienced enough to know the signs. There's a wince of sympathy for the one Steen girl having to chase her headscarf and a rather sheepish expression to follow. It's extended to Karysha and while she can tell the smile isn't true, that doesn't stop her from genuinely returning it. "She always does," she confirms ruefully. "And it's been worse since they announced the T-Tourney. Her agility and skill in the skies is a source of pride." For the both of them.

Ramita raises an eyebrow when Miel admits she wouldn't know if it was that particular mood, only just a little bit dubious, but she's not going to call anybody out on that. As for the mention of the tourney, she gives a bit of a nod. "I'm honestly surprised it took Wendryth this long to declare a tournament of any sorts." Who? That knightly bronze want feasts and feats whenever possible? As for Karysha, the older Steen will be just a little bit helpful and point out, "You missed something. There." Finger pointing to some persistent sand stuck in a fold of the headscarf.

While she sweeps the last of the sand from her dress, Karysha keeps her smile plastered in place, a nod of thanks in Ramita's direction as she points out a spot she's missed and making quick work of it before shaking her hair out and fluffing it back into place with slender fingers, her gaggle of girls fussing over her briefly. A flick of her fingers has the others settle as she lifts her chin just slightly in the older women's direction, "Why wouldn't you be proud? Pulling off that landing seemed like quite the precision feat." And again, the words are complementary, but they ring a little hollow. "We simply can't wait to watch all the events, right girls?" and as if on cue, the handful of girls all titter their agreement with Karysha. "Should be the event of the season."

"A lot of us were surprised," Miel chuckles to Ramita. "It's not an easy secret to keep! And it's caught on rather fiercely. Which is good for morale, I suppose." Something to look forwards to than just day, after day, of Threadfighting! She'll politely stay out of pointing out any flaws in the state of dress of the girls, as she's kind of, sort of, indirectly the cause of it. Apologies have been made! Though she's giving the group of Steen girls, Karysha included, a bit of a lingering look for their behaviour. Her smile doesn't falter quite yet, even if she's subtly thrown off a teeny bit. "Careful now or she'll overhear you all and I don't think I can apologize again for the encore…" she teases and warns. So far, Ivaenth appears oblivious and is happily lounging in the waters. "Well, if that's the case, I doubt you'll be disappointed. There will be plenty to see!"

"It's been what? Five, six turns since the last tourney?" Not that Ramita was even here for the last one, but word of such events travels as far as dragon wings can, and that reaches Benden as well! One of the older Steen women is casting some serious side eye over at this little cluster of chatter and muttering to her friend. Words such as look, influence, and will serve them right can be heard. Ramita furrows her brows ever so slightly as the words drift over, but then something else catches her eye further down the lake shore. "If you'll excuse me. Hopefully I'll be far enough away to avoid an encore performances…" They'd probably be a bit wet considering the now water lounging green over there.

"No need to apologize again greenrider," Karysha says with a dismissive flick of her wrist but there is a hidden look just for her friends, maybe a steep roll of her eyes. Disengaging then from the main pack, the little clique wanders down along the lake shore, Karysha hanging back for a moment before bowing her head deferentially in the direction of Miel. "All the luck to you and your lifemate in the competitions." and with a practised toss of blonde hair over once shoulder, she picks up the pace to join up with her departing friends, whose heads are huddled together for some furious whispering.

And just like that, Miel is back to being 'alone' on the shores again! Not that she minds and even if she did, she'd mask it. "Clear skies!" she calls to both Ramita and Karysha as they take their leave, even lifting her hand in a little wave. Then, with a quiet sigh, she'll turn and begin to leisurely stroll down the lakeshore until Ivaenth has had sufficient time in the waters and she can coax the green out. At least her weyr is ground level, in the event the green turns too stubborn even for Miel's level of patience!

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