Who

D'wane, Keelie

What

D'wane and Keelie meet and discuss current events.

When

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

Where

Turquoise Pools, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 19 Jul 2017 04:00

 

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"Southern? Aside from exploding volcanoes it's pretty alright."


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Turquoise Pools

Such beauty! Water the color of pure turquoise reflects the filtered light of Rukbat that comes through the small opening of the upper canopy; surrounded on all sides by lush greenery, the jungle stream tumbles into the brilliantly colored waters of the pool creating a waterfall that refracts the light into giving a near-constant, imperfect rainbow. The stream continues on, long past these hidden pools of turquoise, leaving behind the crown jewel of Southern's getaway spots. The spray of water from the small waterfall mists the rocks, and at some point in the centuries that Southern has been inhabited a quaint stone bridge was built to span the width of the small pools. Vines and jungle growth further add to the sense of seclusion, surrounded on all sides by nothing but nature. The area is thickly forested with many bamboo and palm trees.


Winter is gross, but at least it's not actively raining for once. That would have made sweeps absolutely miserable. As it is, as soon as their official duties were done for the day, D'wane and Rocketh went of in search of somewhere to relax. Someone or other pointed them this direction at one point and so here's where the pair are, shirtless rider in the water scrubbing at the larger bronze. Sure, the water's a bit chilly, but it's not High Reaches chilly. Somewhere out of the water is a pile of leathers and straps and other things that shouldn't get wet.

Somewhere behind the big bronze, the leaves shift slightly and a red-haired young woman appears, dressed in layered wildling leathers, except they're very well tailored, like either this wildling knows how to sew, or she knows somebody who knows somebody. Her boots are dragonrider-standard tho. She pauses upon spotting the pair in the water, and visible squinches her nose. Maybe she was hoping the place would be empty. In any case, she'll walk out and along the stone, finding a place to set down the bow and arrow attached to her back. D'wane might recognize her as a Serval wingrider, he might not - Keelie's been very busy trying to help out with the wildling side of affairs lately.

With the sound of the waterfalls combined with D'wane having his back turned as he's scrubbing, he's completely oblivious to the wildling rider's arrival, at least until Rocketh points out that they're no longer alone. And then the bronze promptly sticks his head in one of those falls. Dragon shower time! While Rock is occupied, D'wane gives a nod of greeting. "Not much luck hunting?" He really doesn't recognize her as she's not in Ocelot and he's too new to Southern to really know many folks outside of his own wing. But Rock said a rider, so greeting it is.

Keelie returns the nod with a singular one of her own, and shakes her head about the hunting, smirking slightly as Rocketh goes in for his shower. "Gruffith likes to do that too," she notes. She props her foot up on a stone and starts to unlace her boots. "The rabbits are hiding well. And I am not a very good shot." Admitted honestly. She pauses to look the large man over. "You are… new here. I think. How are you liking it?" Southern, she means. Her gaze returns to watching the bronze as her fingers loosen the laces.

Please pardon Rocketh as he tries to get as much of himself under this waterfall as possible. He's going to be at this a while, trying to contort himself under the water. "Yeah. that was one of the good things about hunting up North in winter. If it wasn't actively snowing, there were usually some tracks to follow in the snow." His arms cross his chest as he also watches the bronze goof. "Southern? Aside from exploding volcanoes it's pretty alright."

D'wane's name should be in there somewhere.

At the antics of Rocketh, Keelie's smile widens to show her teeth. "You are of the north? Snow is very beautiful." She removes the boot, onto the other! Mention of the volcano makes her smile disappear and her expression darkens. "Many have died." She pulls off the other boot, roughly. "More have lost their homes." A pause. "We do not usually have exploding volcanos at Southern." Just so he knows. "It is a new thing. I hope it does not happen again." And she's onto taking off her jacket. "Were you there, when it happened?"

"High Reaches," D'wane nods. So about as far north as the North gets and snow is something he is QUITE familiar with. Might explain why he seems comfortable with the chilly water. His face is also somber at the talk of the disaster and he nods again. "I was, with Ocelot." As the newest wingsecond for search and rescue wing, he's definitely been kept plenty busy searching. Unfortunately not as much rescuing as people might have hoped. "And I'm aware that wasn't exactly normal. Or at least, we normally try to keep folks from settling places where that would be normal."

"I have been there," Keelie says of High Reaches, tossing her jacket on top of her quiver of arrows. "I —" she pauses, then stops herself from continuing verbally that train of thought, shakes her head. She steps towards the pool, then, bending her knees to dip in her toe. She nods when he says he was there. "Of course we do." She sits down, puts both of her feet in. Her legs are bare up to her knees, where her skirt begins. She allows a long moment of silence, which the waterfall fills, watching her foot move through the water. "I am Keelie," she offers. "Of Serval."

D'wane smiles a little at the mention of her being to High Reaches. "Should think you had. Gotta learn all the Weyrs as a weyrling." Between practice involves drilling all those spots in after all. The sound of the waterfall isn't the only thing to fill the silence. Rocketh still hasn't given up on trying to get all of himself under the flow of water, one section at a time, and the bronze is actually humming to himself. A hum from a creature that large is pretty loud. "I'm D'wane. Of Ocelot. And that's Rocketh."

Keelie's lips press a bit closed on more mention of High Reaches - is that a little smirk? She flicks a bit of water towards the man that looks like a mountain, and that dragon of his. "Is he preparing for a hatching?" She teases, warmth returning to her expression, if not her toes. That water is so cold! She nods to the introduction, not offering a 'well met' or anything - Keelie is all about informality, when she can help it. And in the jungles, she can help it. "Hello Rocketh. Gruffith is my dragon. He should be here shortly. When you are done, probably. He does not like to… share." She sounds apologetic. Her Neverbeast is shy around those he does not know well.

The man that looks like a mountain can take a little bit of splashing, but doesn't retaliate. He was already completely soaked, so a little more water wouldn't hurt him. D'wane just laughs at the joke on Rock's singing. "Nah, he just does that all the time. You should hear him when there actually is a hatching." The bronze is loud, regardless of what the event is, so probably a good thing shy Gruffith hung back. When she's talking about her dragon, the bronzerider's eyes go distant and Rocketh abruptly leaves the waterfall to head next to the straps on the shore. "Nadeeth says what? Sorry, Keelie. We gotta go." Whatever minor emergency is calling, he's rushing to put straps and leathers back on and they're off before either one of them can properly dry.

Keelie stays where she is, idly moving her feet in the water, as the bronzerider and his dragon make haste. "I look forward to it," she comments, on hearing Rocketh hum during a hatching. She watches the pair take off, but as nice as it is to have company, so it is nice to have solitude. A bit later, her brown will appear and get his bath, and that's one more clean dragon for the Weyr.

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