Who

Diem, Divale

What

Zsaviranth and Lukoith go for a swim, leaving Diem and Divale behind on the shores to chat of not-so idle things…

When

It is dawn of the tenth day of the eighth month of the sixteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Lake Shore, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 27 Mar 2019 04:00

 

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"We'll see what Zsaviranth can produce at her next clutching. She does not have any golden daughters."


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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.


Dawn has begun to brighten the night sky and already the temperatures are creeping towards triple digits. It’s the cusp of when most of the Weyr and the surrounding areas still slumber and when others would begin to wake to begin their day. Divale has been up for a few hours by this point and both she and Lukoith return to the lake shore. The brown sweeps his midnight-cloaked wings and lands, not withholding on how much grit and sand is disturbed in his wake. Swift to dismount and remove and set the straps aside, Divale begins to assess his hide. It has healed from being flayed by that storm, where he claimed Rajakhelath at last, a few patches lighter in places and likely to fade back in time; a few spots will forever be scarred but he doesn’t mind. Her probing earns her a few low growls and empty-threat snarls, most of which she ignores. “Disapprove all you like,” she murmurs vaguely out loud as she steps back, her expression yielding little to her thoughts or conclusions of the examination.

Shortly after Lukoith lands, Zsaviranth is not long in his wake. The senior queen touches down not far from a shaded area where Diem is no doubt going to occupy once she dismounts from those leather straps of hers. It takes her a short moment to unhook herself and soon she's sliding down the side of the gold and landing with a confident crunch of her boots against gravel. She spots Divale and Lukoith further down the shoreline and offers them both a wave before getting started on removing Zsaviranth's straps. "It's a nice day for a swim!" she calls out to the brown pair. "Or at least she thinks it is." Since the weyrwoman is currently dressed in her lighter leathers.

Lukoith lifts his head, turning it to follow Zsaviranth’s descent, voicing a low rumbled sound like distant thunder. He is no wolfish beast in her presence, but more the sly-tongued gentleman as he greets her, along with a smoke and brandy touch to her mind. « Would you like company? » he asks in a voice equally as low and smoky. Divale’s greeting is reserved to a wave of acknowledgement, as she turns to gather her straps and draw them further away from the shoreline; she doesn’t trust the current distance (or her lifemate after being grounded for a spell). Satisfied, she turns to close the distance between them, coming to a gradual stop. “Good morning, Diem,” she murmurs, not strictly formal but not wholly casual. Not, at least, until she smiles vaguely. “She’s not wrong. The lake is sparsely populated at this hour. If she is looking for some peace, now is the time to swim.”

Once her leather straps are removed and Diem is out of the way, Zsaviranth takes to the sky again and extends an invitation to Lukoith. « I wouldn't mind. » The normally quiet queen seems quite chipper this morning, the scent of burning white sage tracing the very edges of Lukoith's consciousness as she soars over the water. Diem brings the straps toward a shaded area where there are a bunch of large flat rocks to sit upon. "That's exactly what she's thinking. Although, it seems like she doesn't mind if Lukoith goes with her." Which is rather surprising! "Congratulations on his impending clutch with Rajakhelath. Are you excited to sand sit again?" Her grin turns wry as she casts a sidelong glance at the wingsecond.

Lukoith flares his wings and springs aloft, following Zsaviranth out over the waters once the gold accepts his invitation. He’ll follow in her wake and, for the moment, any mischief is kept well under control. Likewise, Divale will follow Diem, though she doesn’t immediately choose a flat rock to sit upon. Standing is her preference for now and she does not seem troubled by it. “She is welcomed to chase him off if he tires her,” she admits with a smirk, knowing how the brown can be. Her wry grin and look is given a more neutral one in return. She’s not so freely yielding in her emotions! Yet her tone betrays a bit of bemusement. “I’m not going to be doing the majority of the sitting… I feel more sorry for Nasrin. We shall see how the clutch fairs, as well.” Bluntly honest, as always! She’s not so naive as not to expect large numbers; Lukoith is only a brown and the sandstorm was even more of a setback.

"That's true. Rajakhelath isn't the type to force Lukoith to stay with her either." Diem considers the brown as she watches him trail after Zsaviranth over the water. "The worst part of what we do is sand sitting, I must admit. It's so very boring toward the end." She's not one to sugarcoat time spent upon the sands — not mention that Divale has already done it before! "So, how're things in Parhelion these days? Eala keeping you busy?" Already knowing the answer to that, she looks amused while folding her arms across her middle and casting her gaze back toward the dragons.

Divale’s gaze turns to the waters as well, though her eyes are touch more distant; she may look to be observing their dragons but perhaps her thoughts are elsewhere. “It really is,” she agrees, drawing her focus back to Diem with a rueful smirk. “I don’t envy you or any goldrider the task. At least you are spared for awhile longer?” Oh, she has done it twice before and now this will be the third! Have their been jokes about her yet, having gone through two of Igen’s current weyrwomen and one former? “Of course.” No surprise there? She quirks a brow at that amused look and then turns the conversation again. “Did you manage to go to Southern in time for their Hatching? How very fortunate and lucky! And I’d heard rumours their Weyrleader had been visiting long before. I suppose they will not be needing to bolster their numbers with northern riders now?” She is smiling faintly, but it never quite meets her eyes.

"Yes, Nasrin and H'rik were at Southern's hatching as well. I was shocked when a second gold hatched on their sands!" Diem seems quite pleased that her Southern friends had quite the change in fortune. "They will be fine now with two young, healthy queens added to their numbers. I am very happy for them." A beat, "Now if only Igen could do the same. I wouldn't mind seeing a double gold clutch on our sands. In fact, I welcome it. We could use a few more queens." A gentle shrug lifts her shoulders and she exhales a quiet sigh. "We'll see what Zsaviranth can produce at her next clutching. She does not have any golden daughters." Yet.

“I had intentions on going,” Divale quietly admits, though her expression turns a touch grim and tense. “Lukoith’s injuries weren’t healed enough and even I couldn’t ignore that it’d be too much a risk to jump Between.” It was a bitter moment but that is fate! Her brows furrow, “Indeed.” There is a pause and it’s evident that she is choosing her words carefully. “One of them is from Igen.” How does she know this? She won’t tell (yet). Instead, she smirks. “There should be words with Southern on their poaching our eligible women.” Not that there aren’t more lurking about Igen’s territories! “Another double clutch? …That would certainly bolster our numbers. Wouldn’t we need to draw in another mature gold first, though? Or perhaps… Zsaviranth will be inspired.”

"I know! Igen has given them plenty of good gold candidates." Diem says with a laugh. Standing up now, she brushes her legs free of any sand they picked up while she was resting upon the flat rock. "Well, considering how Rajakhelath just went up, we won't be having a double clutch any time soon. But, Zsaviranth should be thinking about rising. Her cycles are rather predictable and her pattern has been very consistent as of late." Another shrug lifts her shoulders as she begins to walk closer to the water to stretch her legs a litte, her pace leisurely should Divale wish to follow. "I could always ask Fort Weyr for a favor." she muses while walking. "Maybe they'd let us 'borrow' one of their mature juniors for a Turn." Stuff to think about!

Of course Divale will follow Diem, easily matching her pace though she walks opposite to the goldrider’s side facing the water. “You think it will be soon then?” she inquires in a low and quiet tone, darting a sidelong look to the Weyrwoman. “Mhm, perhaps.” she muses on the notion of asking Fort for a “favour”. “Could reach out to Ione, too?” Another wry half-smile from her and then she is looking ahead. “Plenty we could reach out to but I am not one to meddle too much into Weyr business. It is not my place to say what should and should not be done.” Thankfully, Igen never has to fear her becoming Weyrleader. Weyrsecond? Perhaps, but also highly unlikely as she’s shown no ambitions to climb higher.

"Ione." Diem seems to mull this over. "I do believe her Niatskivhiath will dread the idea of returning to Igen. But." She seems to consider the idea regardless of what the poor queen thinks of desert sand — completely different from Istan sand, of course. "I think that's a very interesting idea, Divale. I wonder if I should pay Ista a visit with H'rik. You know, just for maintaining diplomatic relations…" And quite possibly poaching one of their junior weyrwomen, but that goes unsaid! It is rather implied and she'll discuss the possibility with Divale as they continue their walk along the shoreline.

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