Who

H'rik, Naneska, Wendryth

What

Naneska makes another dragon-friend! Also, H'rik was there. But he's totally NOT important okay? <3

When

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

Where

Weyrling Training Grounds, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 08 Jul 2017 12:00

 

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« I will be MORE than happy to meet this fair maiden again! »


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Weyrling Training Grounds

Here, a wide and spacious field, devoid of all but more of the glare of ubiquitous, fine white sand of Igen: not even a blade of grass dares lift its head against centuries of clumsy draconic antics. To one side, ever-present firestone bins are set, kept supplied by many a hand, while agenothree tanks line the curving angle just outside the barracks, primed and ready for use. Very often, a glimpse of classes in session or dragonets at play may be caught under the open sky under the watchful eye of diligent Weyrlingmasters and older dragons.

It is the fifty-second day of Spring and 91 degrees. It is a bright, sunny day.


Lunch has been and gone without too much fuss. Wendryth has had his post-eating nap, and H'rik has managed to doze for a little bit, too, and now the pair are out in the training grounds for a reprieve from the growing claustrophobia of the barracks. After all, it's crammed with two clutches worth of Weyrling pairs, of whom the dragons are growing rapidly. With Wendryth set to work doing some wing exercises, mostly consisting of beating the broad bronze pinions to strengthen his chest muscles, H'rik is doing his own PT - press ups nearby, his yellow tunic showing sweat stains as he completes movement after movement.

Now that there are NO eggs on the sands, and NO danger that Naneska will inadverdently send poor unfortunate souls to the candidate barracks, the trader lass is once more out and about exploring and getting into things she probably shouldn't be getting into (Her grand total was 15 candidates. Not BAD for someone who isn't a dragon or bonded to one). This afternoon her feet have finally bought her close enough to check out the new weyrling pairs. She might have come sooner, but there is an oddly melancholic air surrounding the usually sunny teen as she gazes out over the various activities. "He's a handsome one." She murmurs a compliment to H'rik as she finally drifts closer, her hazel eyes focused on the snoring sunrise mists of Wendryth's hide.

Too involved in what he's doing, it's only when Naneska's feet are right next to him, and she's murmuring quietly to him, that H'rik realises someone's come over to see him. He comes out of his pose, sitting down onto the ground with his legs out in front, looking up at her with an easy smile. "Thanks. I feel like I…maybe have you to thank for this. You and your 'curse'." there's a teasing note and a glitter in his eyes. Wendryth wanders over, his own exercise ceased, because there's a fair maiden to examine! He's not quite used to his own size yet, all gangly limbs as he ambles over to give Naneska a good, if a bit too close up, look. "Easy," H'rik tells him fondly.

"Then I'm glad some good came from that…" Naneska replies, her tone not as bright and cheery for that reminder. "I weren't really cursed, ye know that right?" Her lips twist upwards, and then there is a dragon in her face. It's a bit hard to be morose when there is all that glory up in your grill. "Good day t' ye…Wendryth right?" And for the first time her hazel eyes flick to H'rik, eyebrows rising in question even as her fingers reach out that little bit. "Ye're a fine lookin' bronze. I was jist tellin' yer H'rik that." Given that her cousin is Weyrleader, and she lives in the Weyr, she's not intimidated by dragons, not even baby ones who are not in full control of their feet yet.

H'rik isn't dumb enough not to realise that he hasn't given the cheery comment that he'd hoped, and a hand picks at a loose rock near it. "Yeah, I know." Awks. "Yep, this is Wendryth," introductions! They're nice neutral ground. "Wendryth, this is Naneska." He doesn't embarrass his dragon too much, avoiding using his nickname. Not yet, anyway. Wendryth's chest visibly puffs out when he gets complimented, and he'll push his big old head forward for any contact she's willing to give. Cue an eyeroll from H'rik. "Big softy. Uh, so my dad hasn't burned down part of the Bazaar yet? I kind of haven't…um. I've avoided dealing with that whole thing for the time being." Oh hiiii little rock he's passing between his fingers, you're interesting!

"I had some family business of me own brewin'." And with that, she'll just let the discussion of curses and luck drop. The smile she gives Wendryth is more genuine as she gives a good rubbing with both hands. She doesn't quite coo like she would a runner, but there's a sense that if she was alone that she probably would. "I've not heard naught." She answers. "But I dun listen out fer that kinda thing." She'd do more than grimace apologetically but apparently she's busy right now, skritching is serious business.

H'rik simply nods - he, too, will let the topic drop. Instead, he'll look up and watch as Wendryth leeeeans in to Naneska's attentions, the first lids of his eyes closing over happily. « I LIKE THIS ONE! » The dragon declares to H'rik, loud enough that the edge of the mist that envelopes his mind will reach out into Naneska's mind, all golden and swirling. H'rik smiles, and looks somewhat relieved at Naneska's lack of news. "if you haven't heard anything, that's probably a good thing. So. What are you doing nowdays?"

"'N I like ye too." Naneska finally gives in to that urge to coo. "Such a bonny boy." Etc etc and so on and so forth. "He's a good dragon for ye then?" Once again her attention flicks to Igen's newest bronze rider before switching back to Igen's newest bronze. Her hands don't stop though, and that's the important thing. "Stil t' same ye know? Cookin' fer t' Reika, there's talk of us ridin' out agin. I don't know what I'll do then…" Her life isn't all that exciting, curse aside. "Aye, probably. Not even yer da would take on t' riders n such."

The mist swirls more calmly as Wendryth is mellowed, and perhaps even the odd top of a crenellation, or the peak of a green hill can be seen as the bronze is greatly charmed by the scratching. "Oh yeah," H'rik is more than certain about that. "it really is everything they say it is. Like you were made for one another." If he's feeling funny at all about his dragon being fondled by someone else, he's not showing it, sprawled on the ground as he is. "Oh. You think you might stay?" he says it a bit too quickly with a bit too much hopefulness, reflected in the look he gives Naneska. And a shrug at the mention of his father. "No. He's angry, but not stupid angry."

Honestly it is much easier to focus on the baby bronze beneath her hands than his rider so that is exactly what Naneska does. "A bit o' a break might be nice. With the rest o' them gone, I won't have no one t' cook fer yeah?" And that is the main concern. "It'll be a while til we get that drink ye owe me…" Again her attention wanders. "I may stay, but I'll not settle ye ken?" That hopefullness noted, and responded too, albeit with the faintest strain of…something, that suggests she isn't entirely carefree where H'rik is concerned.

Wendryth's wings are sagging as he falls well and truly under Naneska's spell. H'rik blinks a few times as he catches a wave of sleepy bliss from his dragon, and tries to push it away. There's a conversation to hold down. "I don't think it's right for traders to settle," he notes pleasantly, trying to find something positive-sounding to say as he watches her with interest. "We'll get that drink one day. I owe you a few! Heck, we could get them anywhere on Pern, if there's anywhere you fancy going?"

Naneska's caresses become less vigorous and more relaxed as even she senses the change in Wendryth's 'tone'. "I think perhaps that is a discussion fer later." She admits, giving the bronze a significant look, even as her fingers stroke his eyeridges lightly. "Much later yeah?" For a woman who is ordinarily quite free with her words, she is being circumspect (with more than a few glances stolen from under sooted lashes). "He looks about done in." Naneska notes, even as her fingers continue to soothe and encourage.

There's a long moment as H'rik's brain works on what Naneska means. He looks at Wendryth, half asleep under Naneska's hands. Then at the woman, the entire curvy 5'8" of her. Oh. Oh. He clears his throat at the sight of those significant glances, and pushes to his feet to go put a hand on Wendryth, rousing him from his blissful state. "Yeah, no rush. I think Wendryth would rather like to see you again." What a man, using his dragon to arrange another meeting! Not that Wendryth minds, because here comes another loud, happy proclamation to all nearby . « I will be MORE than happy to meet this fair maiden again! » H'rik grins, face flushed with a little more than just the exertion of his previous exercising.

Naneska giggles somewhat. "Ye're very sweet." This is to the DRAGON okay? "Most dragons are I've learned." That is for his rider, before she finally lets her fingers drop, perhaps a little reluctantly, but it seems like it is time. "I'll pop by agin. No fear. Either o' ye." There is a wink that is H'rik's alone even as she steps that slightest bit back. "It gits easier, or so me cousin says." It may or may not have been her cousin to say such a thing.

H'rik's mouth is open for a reply to that…until he realises the compliment is for Wendryth, st which point his jaw closes. Instead, he'll smile when Naneska does address something to him. "I sure hope it does," H'rik will say to her reassurance, and his expression has something a little like longing in it, before his palm flattens on his dragon's side and they turn to head off towards the barracks, lumbering dragonet and striding human together.

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