Miel, Agertha


Agertha's finishing her run around the lake, Miel's working on her riding straps as Agertha finishes her run. Conversation is had.


It is sunset of the seventh day of the third month of the fourteenth turn of the 12th pass. It is the seventh day of Spring and 68 degrees. It is bright and sunny. The only evidence of the overnight storm is in the lingering mud puddles.


Lake Shore

OOC Date 09 Jun 2018 04:00



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.

Another spring day is fading from late afternoon towards sunset, but with the weather so mild and the skies clear, the lake shore is a moderately popular spot to be! The water will still be too cold to swim in; not that that bothers the dragons. Ivaenth is currently enjoying the shallows, her bright hide causing her to bluntly ward off some of the younger, inexperienced males. No, she is NOT proddy, this is her natural state, thank you very much! Miel has settled herself comfortably on the shoreline, with part of her flight straps draped over her lap. She's dressed comfortably, but in sturdier clothes and though she glances up occasionally, her main focus is on her work. A rider's duty is never finished! The Weyrlings are being systematically tapped into Wings now, but that doesn't mean she's on 'vacation'.

The afternoon sees Agertha finishing her run around the lake. Kestrath lounges in the shallows as she watches her rider come to a stop. Agertha doesn't see Miel at first, but as she looks up, hands on knees as she works to catch her breath, she does spot the other greenrider. A salute is eventually given as Agertha rights herself, "How go the werylings?"

Miel's gaze lifts from the section of leather she's inspecting just in time to see Agertha's salute. Smiling warmly, she will return the salute and it's at that moment that her body reminds her of being awkwardly hunched. With a slight grimace, she'll roll her shoulder in an attempt to stretch out cramped muscles. "Evening!" she greets, welcoming the distraction. "Oh, I wouldn't even call them that. Some are already Wingriders now! Won't be long before the last of them are settled." There's a note of pride there; while there were undoubtedly losses during training, to see the rest succeed is always victory to her. "How're you? Finishing up PT while the weather holds?"

Agertha gives a nod as she listens to Miel, "True, and at this stage I would have probably bristled at being called a weyrling," is conceded. Agertha looks around, and then gives a soft chuckle, "I suppose I am," though she runs the lake every evening, "That's something I'm going to need to do," make a new set of straps that is, "At least the twins canines have stopped chewing on everything."

"Well, if they're still technically untapped, that'd make them Weyrlings! So you wouldn't be wrong…"
Miel muses with a bright grin. Blinking, she looks down at the leather in her lap and heaves a bit of a joking sigh. "Never ends, does it?" Such is their life! "Last Fall I could've sworn something didn't feel right but for the life of me, I can't see anything amiss with her straps. I even replaced anything that looked slightly worn! Not cheap, let me tell you." Yet she understands that sacrifice. Better to be certain and not wind up falling to her death. Quirking a brow, she peers back up at Agertha. "Twin canines?"

Agertha chuckles before clarifying, "My twins have canines. A gift from Try'stan," and now she has a pair of mostly grown canines to deal with, "Watching those two trying to walk their canines is amusing."

Miel's expression takes on a look of understanding, as she adjusts some of the leatherwork in her lap. "Oh! I didn't know you had children. That sounds… chaotic but fulfilling?" She muses, a light smile curving her lips as she peers up at Agertha again. Did she assume right? Chuckling a little to herself, she'll glance back at her work but her fingers run over it distractedly. "I've a son, but he's still under a Turn old. I visit him when I can and it always amazes me how much he grows!" she admits.

Agertha nods, "I do," she says, "Three," is finally stated, "The youngest is under a turn, the twins are five and growing rapidly," she finds a place to sit, "It's not an easy thing to raise children and ride, Kestrath can be demanding at times."

"I'm not sure how some of you do it! I'm relieved that fostering isn't frowned upon. It made the decision to continue less difficult, in the end. Knowing I had that support system there and knowing Maize will be cared for and raised by the Weyr as a whole? It's comforting." Miel speaks freely and easily, her tone light and not without some constant thread of amusement lurking somewhere. Just then, she grins once more. "Three children though! That's impressive. Not a lot of us women on fighting dragons are so fortunate. Wouldn't trade Ivaenth for the world! No matter what the recent gossiping would said. You been hearing some of the grumbling? Mostly in the cantina and out towards the Bazaar…"

"Well only two pregnancies," she gives a shrug, "I utilize the nannies to the fullest. I wouldn't be able to manage otherwise. It helps that I have weyrmates that jump in, and then there's Kestrath. She adores babies. Not too sure about teenagers, but babies she adores," she looks out over the lake, "Grystan and Annis are with the harpers for lessons for a good portion of the day," Agertha stands, "I'm going to have to head home soon."

Miel chuckles, "Two pregnancies are still more than some!" she points out gently. She tilts her head a bit as she glances out towards the shallows. "Really? Ivaenth is indifferent. She loves Maize and I'm sure would protect him, but she tends to show more affection to her own kind. Strange how they've all got their own take on it, huh? They're as varied as us!" Never will she grow tired of observing the obvious and more subtle differences between dragons. Riders included! It's almost like people watching, but not quite~ "Aww, well! Don't let me keep you? I've still got to go over these…" She lifts her straps with a smirk. "Again before the light fades, anyhow."

Agertha chuckles as she gives a nod, "Clear skies," she says as she heads up the path towards her weyr.

"Clear skies!" Miel echoes back with a warm smile, watching as Agertha takes her leave before bending back to her work. Eventually, the greenrider will begin humming to herself but even she can't stay there forever! As the sun starts to lower further on the horizon, she'll gather her things and return to her own weyr.

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