Who

Alyna, Z'bor, Ozriath, R'zel, Verokanth

What

In which Alyna is in the late stages of proddiness, Z'bor and Ozriath are in the beginning stages and R'zel freezes his arse off while Verokanth flirts.

Mild adult language

When

-- On Pern --
It is 8:39 AM where you are.
It is midmorning of the twenty-fifth day of the fourth month of the sixteenth turn of the 12th pass.
In Igen:
It is the eighty-fifth day of Spring and 75 degrees. It is a bright, sunny day.
In Southern:
It is the eighty-fifth day of Autumn and 56 degrees. Overcast with only a little rainfall, Rukbat's light is brighter as the storm clouds drift further west, leaving only intermittent cloud cover.
In Southern Mountains:
It is the eighty-fifth day of Autumn and 14 degrees. It's really damn cold out.


Where

Southern weyr, Beach

OOC Date 20 Feb 2019 07:00

 

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"Hey, Alyna! She's still keeping you waiting, then?"


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Beach

An eerie mirror, the glass-quiet Sea of Azov: the clear waters stretch along the dark-pebbled shores, and along this narrow beach. Here the faintest lap of waves belies the calm beyond; here the rocks have been ground down into finest, softest sand - those observant would mark upon the similarity between it and the sands of the hatching grounds. The soft sand soaks up summer sunlight as a sponge; painfully hot during the warmer months, it is only truly pleasant at wintertime. Rocks rise to east and west, lichen-limned and green against the abyssal darkness of stone.

It is the eighty-fifth day of Autumn and 56 degrees. Overcast with only a little rainfall, Rukbat's light is brighter as the storm clouds drift further west, leaving only intermittent cloud cover.



Early afternoon, barely in the realm of reasonable drinking time, and a certain proddy Wingsecond can be found tucked into a far corner of the beach, away from anyone and anything she might embarrass herself in front of. Thankfully the day is pleasant, with only the occasional drift of clouds, the previous storm now well past. Alyna's dragged a towel down here, and laid it out, dressed in soft wherhide pants, a peasant type top and a knit jacket overtop the whole. One arm cradles her head, while the other occasionally tips her flask to her lips in small droughts. Haquith is no where in sight, but if sought, she can be found sunning herself on the River Cliffs, glowing near radioactive levels, seemingly asleep.

If Alyna's avoiding people, here's someone she might quite reasonably be avoiding: R'zel, and Verokanth with him. The two are in the water, with clothing and straps left on the shore, draped a relatively dry rock. Verokanth's quite happy to stand and be scrubbed as R'zel gets his hide free of the stench of firestone that clings to it. R'zel himself is turning rather blue and goose-pimply, and working as fast as he possibly can. "No more bathing here until Spring, unless you want to get clean on your own. Next time, we're going to the north coast."

Z'bor comes to join, unintentionally of course, the group of riders beginning to fill up the beach. Having just finished drills, Serval comes to do just exactly the same as R'zel and his lifemate. Ozriath slips into the water, one of the first to do so while Z'bor brings up the rear of the wing. He laughs and jokes with his mates, trying to keep morale at a high when spirits want to be low, low, low. There's help in the fact that his green Ozriath is beginning to glow faintly, working out of her normal flight schedule and against her usual glow patterns. She is extra flirtatious and proddy this go 'round and Z'bor has been wondering if it has something to do with the two queens beginning their proddy periods.

Anyways, it doesn't matter much as Ozriath's high spirits help keep her wingmates in good spirits. The patchwork green flits through the water, starting splash fights with her fellow dragons and crooning her flirtations to the males, even swinging a flirtatious tail wag in R'zel's bronze's direction. Come and get it pretty boys! Ozriath's feeling peachy keen and froggy.

Grumbling audibly, it appears that Alyna was only feigning sleep, as she pushes herself up onto her elbows and glares in the direction of the arriving Serval riders, while taking a passive aggressive swig of her flask. She ponders briefly moving, but surely, tucked way back here, no one would come to bother her, right? But then her eyes fall on her Wingleader, and the greenrider almost winces with memories of the talk they've had since her little blow up in the Healer Complex. Part of her wants to go up and say something, while the other wants to suddenly be anywhere else than this beach at this moment. When in doubt….Another drink!

R'zel is concentrating hard on what he's doing, all the better to get Verokanth's ablutions finished quickly and himself out of the cold, cold water. He can't miss the arrival of an entire wing, though, and Z'bor gets a cheerful wave from the top of Verokanth's back. It's as he's settling back to scrubbing neck ridges that he spots Alyna some way away on the beach, and gives his wingsecond another cheerful wave and a smile: apparently whatever transpired isn't held against her. He scans the shoreline for Haquith, but doesn't find her. Verokanth, meanwhile, swings his head round to watch Serval's arrival, and in particular to watch Ozriath. He salutes the green with a warble and a waft of warm ginger. « Greetings. You are looking very fine today. How fares Serval? »

Z'bor does manage to catch the wave from R'zel and he waves back, a wide smile on his face that is both true, and doesn't quite meet his eyes. Seeing his fellow Wingleader wave off in another direction, his eyes follow. Ah. Alyna. He'll wave too, rather jealous of the bottle of liquor she seems to be nursing. He could go for a spot of whiskey right about now. Ozriath trills a series of high, salacious notes at the bronze in attendance and her scattering of rainbow bubbles follows the golden brick path of Ozriath's scape to meet that waft of ginger, where they burst emitting a chold-like laughter. «Well as they can be in times such as these. You are looking mighty fine yourself Verokanth, why don't you come and play?» Another burst of giggling bubbles erupts before Ozriath slips into deeper waters, tail flicking to and fro.

Relaxing considerably when Alyna sees that smile and wave from R'zel's direction, her second option now quickly dismissed. With a shrug of her shoulders, she figures she's been isolating herself enough, maybe a little socializing could do her good, especially while her green is far away and napping at the moment. So with an exaggerated groan, Alyna pulls herself to her feet and saunters lazily in the direction of the shore and the two Wingleaders, waving on hand, and bringing the flask to her lips with the other.

R'zel has either finished scrubbing Verokanth, or else he's had enough of sitting half-submerged in too-cold water. After a final rub at the bronze's ridges, he slides back into the water and wades ashore, where he hastily towels himself down and starts to get dressed. By the time Alyna can reach him, he'll be buttoning his shirt, though not looking much warmer; in fact, the wind sets him shivering. "Hey, Alyna! She's still keeping you waiting, then?" It's not really a question, as he already knows the answer. Verokanth considers Ozriath's invitation for maybe half a second before responding, ginger deepening into smoked chili. « As soon as my rider gets off my back. He wouldn't appreciate a swim today. » It's not long until he's free, though, and he moves into deeper water, towards the green.

Z'bor watches after his green with a shake of his head. Who knows when she'll go up? But this is only the second day, so he's no too worried, though his look towards R'zel as he approaches the man is more amorous than business like. "AFternoon R'zel!" He greets, eyes flicking to where Alyna walks to greet them. "Good day to you too Alyna." There's a bright smile to the greenrider before his attention is back on R'zel. "You are braver than I getting in that water today R'zel." OZriath begins enjoying the thrill of a mock chase and makes the bronze work to catch up with her tiny lithe frame. C'mon lover boy!

"I think she's being extra stubborn for some reason, or just really enjoying torturing me, I'm just glad she's not as frequent a riser as some," Alyna comments as she stops short of the shore and looks up at R'zel with some not so subtle appreciation until he gets his shirt all buttoned up. What? She's allowed to look! Casting her glance to the dragons and their frolicking, she notes the faint glow on Ozriath and sighs in relief before turning to Z'bor, "So lucky that Haquith is sleeping all the way up on the River Cliffs right now. She doesn't do well around other proddy greens, lots of very unflattering language." Now Z'bor is getting the once over with an appreciative hum. She'll waggle her brows knowingly in his direction, acknowledging their mutual situations before she lifts her flask back to her lips for another small sip. See? She's pacing herself…

"It'll be the last time till Spring, Z'bor, believe me," R'zel chuckles. "I feel like my… appendages are going to freeze off." He wiggles chilly white fingers to illustrate before finishing his buttoning. His feet are still bare under his trousers and he's displaying long cold toes as well, but if he had any other appendages in mind he's not going to mention them. He turns a sympathetic look on Alyna. "She always does seem to take a while. Oh well, she can't be much longer, can she?"

Z'bor chuckles. "Aye, that water just gets too damn cold." And he can probably guess at which appendages remain unspoken. A look of sympathy is thrown Alyna's way, as Oz can be about as mercurial as a green can be about flying. "Aye, well, Ozriath would probably just send flirty come backs, she cares not a wit when she's proddy, pissed off or happy, as long as the attention is on her." He laughs and shakes his head and goes digging around in his rucksack hoping he's lucky enough to have left his own flask in residence. Drunken Proddy Riders Unite!

"No, she most certainly can't be much longer, or I'm going to order her to take her shiny ass to the skies," Alyna replies with a snort, knowing full well that's not how things works with green dragon, but one could always hope, right? Side-Eyeing Z'bor she shakes her head, "Oh Ozriath might not mind, but Haquith certainly will, and I'm trying not to make any more of a spectacle of myself during this period. I just want her to get up there and get it over with so I can come back to duties. On the plus side, the weyr's immaculate, got a ton of backed up cleaning done." So there's a plus side to everything.

"If only she'd listen," R'zel chuckles. "Well, there's not a lot you can do about it, but we can definitely do with you back as soon as she's got round to it. And I'm definitely glad my dragon's a he, not a she. Are you getting more time with your son?" Turning to Z'bor, he raises a finger, pausing a moment as he recalls what he wanted to say to the other wingleader. "I'm glad I saw you, actually. Ocelot's headed north for a run tomorrow. If any of your people would like to join, they'd be very welcome."

Z'bor shrugs in that 'what can you do?' way and chuckles when R'zel mentions being glad his is male. "Serval would more than happily join you for a run." Well… maybe not more than happy, but Z'bor will make sure his wing is there! Not finding his flask he sighs and excuses himself a moment. He disappears onto the boardwalk and returns but a few moments later, a good bottle of whiskey in hand. He's even drinking off it as he re-approaches. See? Two can play this game!

"Oh it's driving me up the wall knowing you all need me and not being able to be there," Alyna laments with a slump of her shoulders and a shake of her head, "But we'll be back soon. And yeah, sometimes I curse it, but she's mine, and no other dragon would have suited me as perfectly." After a decade and a half, certain things are just generally accepted and endured as needed. When Z'bor runs off and returns with that bottle of whiskey, Alyna laughs riotously and lifts her own flask in toast, "You only had to ask…but then, I don't know…have you had Th'res' moonshine before? It's quite potent if you're not used to it." Another quick sip has the greenrider smacking her lips appreciatively.

R'zel pulls his jacket on, and fastens it up, but he's shivering. He looks out to see towards Verokanth for a moment, then, sounding slightly uncomfortable, he confesses, "Don't know why I'm feeling so cold, but I'm frozen. Sorry to be a wimp, but I'm headed back to the nighthearth and some hot klah. Z'bor, I'll get you the details for tomorrow: it'll be good to do some more joint training. See you about, both of you." Perhaps he'll be warmer by the time he's got the bronze's straps back on and flown back to the Weyr.

Fade ……
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