Who

Madox, M'tej, Temyrth

What

M'tej and Temyrth run into a Harper marching through the jungle.

When

It is afternoon of the twenty-eighth day of the third month of the eleventh turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Southern Weyr - Turquoise Pools

OOC Date 21 Jun 2017 07:00

 

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Southern Weyr - 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.


The thing about jungles is, it takes a lot of rain to keep everything nice and green. And autumn seems to be when a lot of it falls, sometimes unexpectedly. What was a harper doing out in the jungle today? Who knows. But right now it's clear that there is one rather wet journeyman trudging through the jungle, a bit mud spattered and with some wet leaves in his hair. Madox has not been having a good day and is grumbling or cursing under his breath as he tries to make his way on through the jungle and back towards the weyr.

The rains have another sort of attraction for those who are routinenly innundated with dust…Everywhere. Thus, the rain and the pools of Southern could not be farther in taste, texture, odor or moisture from the desert of Igen, but as of this moment a bit of Igen lounges in the pool. A lean ebon-caped brown dragon, tipped with carmine and dappled with gold and copper spots across long wingsails, lounges luxuriantly in the pool. The only other beings present are presumably somehow attached to the feral-looking strange brown: A male whose tanlines suggest a great deal of time spent outside, a small green lizard and a larger bronze one. The dragon appears to be serving as both island and launching point for the diving exercises of the man, and a point of gravitation for the whirling explorations of the two lizards.

Madox is going to halt in his march forward when he hears splashing and turn around like he's half expecting a feline to come out of nowhere. It doesn't do to ignore strange noises in the jungle after all, but there is a visible sigh of relief when turns out said splashing is just rider, dragon, and firelizards. He's probably not going to end up someone's dinner. He'll give a wave towards the man. "Beach two crowded for you?"

"Why hello!" Bass voice booms, as the man turns, balanced rather precariously on a wing submerged partially below water. The narrow wedge head of the brown swivels as well, with both firelizards arrowing toward Madox and swinging around him on a fly-by inspection. "Beach? When we could go here?" The grin can be seen at this distance as a flash of white against swarthy skin. The man has long hair, loose, caping over his shoulders in corded rings. "You out for a walk in the mud, man?" A harper would absolutely notice that this man's accent is like nothing heard on Pern before: A cosmopolitan blend of Igen, Fort, High Reaches and…Maybe… Pronunciations that have not been heard in 400+ turns.

"I wasn't out for a walk in the mud, but that's what it turned into," Madox will shrug as he takes a seat on one of those rocks near the pools. He could probably use the water to wash off some of the mud, but there's probably more muddy walking in his future. The accent does catch the man's ear and there's been enough old timers through Harper Hall and a few running around Southern that the accent does catch his attention. He doesn't call it out, but there is a flash of recognition on the man's face as the glowbasket gets uncovered.

"You need a ride back? If you're not in a hurry, we can certainly help you out." As if the brownrider reads Madox' mind (or is some master of the obvious), he calls that over. Concurrently, the faintest brush of arctic cold tingles the periphery of Madox' awareness, and certainly greets his lizard. "We just got here a few moments ago and I promised the lad a bit of a soak. Didn't know it'd be raining, but." He shrugs, then clambers onto the brown dragon's head. Temyrth promptly rears up out of the water, sending spray to join the rain and, using wings as counter balance, rises to his full height in the pool. M'tej leaps off and tumbles into a somersault before extending back into a dive. He comes up a moment later, even as the brown dragon lowers himself with much less energy, back into the pool.

It's either disbelief or complete and utter relief that washes over the harper's face. "Seriously? I don't think I can pass an offer like that up. And even waiting, you two will probably get me home quicker." He's going to wave in the vague direction of Southern. "It didn't seem like such a long walk when it wasn't raining. Had to go see one of the wildling clans over that way." So he's not just crazy going for strolls in the middle of the jungle in the rain. There was a reason. A work reason. "I'm Madox by the way. Harper journeyman." And his accent is pure nowtime Fort, baby. Harper Hall born and raised. "Rain can only help with the soaking, right? Get him wet from above as well as below?" He seems to either not notice or brush off that brief bit of arctic cold, although his three firelizards appear from wherever they were chasing things in the jungle and chitter at the brown. Got any itchy spots?

"Ah, and you are journeying?" There's some tease in the quick grin, even as Temyrth partially submerges his head and M'tej uses a nostril as a handhold, to clamber back up on the brown's wing. The man is, it might be mentioned, completely buck nekkid, as this is a fairly isolated pool and he was not, in fact, expecting company. "To the Wildings? Tell me about them? Are they keen on lessons? To join the rest of Pernese society? They were living here before the dragons came, right? What's their attitude on dragonriders?" These questions just continue, even as M'tej again climbs up on Temyrth's head, and the brown again rises up to perform as a diving platform. The lizards will feel an amused gratitude, but the oil yet glistens on Temyrth's nightclad hide.

Madox smiles and holds his hands out in that gesture that usually seems to say 'it is what it is'. "There's a reason they call us journeymen." And beggars can't be choosers. the harper will not be offended by his new ride's nakedness. Presumably he has clothes somewhere since betweening naked doesn't sound fun. "It depends on the clan really, and the individual. For lessons, they definitely prefer more practical subjects. History and law, don't really see much point in it. But more practical things like how to read a map? That most can see the value of. If you're really interested in them, you should go to Southern Barrier Hold. WAY down south. Most of the clans spend a good amount of time down that. The little lord holder is a wildling. Has a bunch of the clans there with him working in the mines and the ice fields." And he shudders a little at his memory of that cold, cold place. If Temyrth doesn't want their scritches, the three young lizards are going to content themselves with going back for hunting something in the bushes.

"I'll do that. Thank you." M'tej intones, just before catapulting off the dragon once again. The water swallows the man and spits him back out again, but this time the dragon also submerges, disappearing entirely while M'tej paddles to shore. The man pulls himself out, much nearer Madox now, and steps over to a section of rock partially hidden from view. "Now then, a Harper from Fort, eh? And gone to Southern. You're either an adventurer or irritated someone. Which is it?" The man's humor-filled tone would so suit a singing role. The dragon in the pond flares his wings, burbling water everywhere, before shutting them once more and fountaining more water up into the mist of the rain. 'His' two lizards do trail after the native ones, to see what they are hunting.

Madox will get up from his rock and crouch down by the water to splash it up and get the mud and leaves out of his hair. He laughs a little at the question. "A good guess. Wish I could say it was just adventurer, but I did irritate someone. A masterharper. Was sent to High Reaches first, but don't do so well with winter, so asked to be sent somewhere warmer and now I'm here." A wave around at their jungle surroundings. Even in autumn and raining, it's still comfortably warm. There is probably more of a story there, but the man isn't quite telling it yet. Off in the bushes, the trio of firelizards are busy chasing trundlebugs, an especially iridescent sort that isn't found up north. Be careful, they stink.

The little lizards who follow are not naive in the jungle. They will, however, watch as befits older, wiser creatures. Let the young commit the folly and cheer them on! Temyrth will sally forth from the pond as well, somehow managing to extricate the whole of his long frame without too much water surfing over the rocks. M'tej, in short order, returns to the flat rock where Madox crouches, but he is now dressed in standard fare: Tunic and pants, and Oldtimer style boots. A belt and dueling knife complete the look, with his hair now pulled back in a ponytail. "Merry, but I've failed in our introduction." A hand is thrust forth, "M'tej. Brown Temyrth. We're from Igen." There's a grin. "If you'll wait for a moment, I'll get my noble steed suited up and we can fly over to the Weyr, drop you off."

Madox isn't going to bother with trying to get his clothes clean. They need way more attention than a brief dip in a jungle pool can give them. Poor laundresses. The name gets another one of those quick flashes of recognition, not immediately, but after he's had a minute to put some pieces together in his head. until then, he does give the very proper, "Well met, M'tej. And Temyrth. Well met in deed. And thanks again for the offer. I think it'd have been nightfall before I got there myself." And maybe with a twisted ankle if he met an unfortunately slippery muddy patch. He's more than happy to wait for the brownriding pair to be ready to take him home. There may be a drink or two offered as repayment.

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