Who

Kyara, Xanthee

What

Xanthee seeks out Kyara after being told she might be able to train Xan in hand-to-hand combat.

When

It is noon of the seventh day of the first month of the thirteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Lake Shore, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 20 Jan 2018 05:00

 

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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.

It is the sixty-seventh day of Winter and 32 degrees. It is a bright, sunny day.


A certain Whirlwind greenrider has been keep something of a low profile lately. A string of happenings in one's personal life can bring that about, after all. However, where Kyara may be found this afternoon is a common spot for those who know her, and even those who don't, the sight of a redheaded greenrider woman practicing at throwing knives into various targets on the lake shore being an uncommon one, after all. Hunks of dead wood and stale hay bales are scattered about, some with the dark handles of slim blade protruding from them. Liareth reclines regally on the strand nearby, observing idly as Kyara retrieves her blades. She's clad in her leathers against the cold, though her gloves seem quite a bit more fitted than the usual riding gear, a thin, pliant leather affording her more dexterity for the current activity. Once she has her blades back in hand, she picks a log and throws with very little premeditation, hitting it nearly dead center. She's off by an inch and dissatisfied, perfectionist that she tends to be sometimes. With a little frown, she adjusts a glove. Perhaps it's her first time trying them.

It may be hovering just below freezing, but that doesn't mean Xanthee can't come out an enjoy her jogging anyway. She's dressed in a pair of thick wool pants in a dark green, tailored to fit her like a second skin, over top are a small pair of shorts, and an oversized knit sweater over top of the whole. Her hair is tucked up into a heavy woolen hat that is pulled down over her ears. Her pace is fast as she comes in from the central bowl, legs pumping effortlessly in the sand, her light boots leaving tracks in her wake. Emerald eyes grow wide at the woman throwing knives. Interesting. She alters her trajectory and slows down slightly as she comes up on the greenrider, making sure her approach is heard, cause this woman has sharp pointy things she seems to be good at throwing. She clears her throat slightly as she sees the last knife hit the log, "Good shot!" She says with a little round of applause. Her face is red with the cold, but faint remnants of a bruise over her whole left cheek are visible, fading now into yellow and greens, with only a few spots of purple yet.

Fortunately, Liareth is also watching the approach of the running girl, so Kyara isn't unaware that there's someone coming. The added noise is welcome for her awareness, however. Her glove adjusted, she cocks another blade back to her ear and flicks it into the midst of a hay bale just as she hears the girl's compliment. Turning toward the voice now, Kyara gives a little grin and a subtle shrug. "It would've gotten the job done, at least," she concedes. "Bare-handed, I could have really pinned it…provided I could feel my fingers. Winter isn't so considerate." She takes a moment to study the girl, amber eyes narrowing subtly, while Liareth utters a soft rumble and does the same. "You seem familiar. You wouldn't happen to have been a Candidate not long ago, would you?"

"Yes, a couple Turns ago now, the double clutch. Xanthee, weyrbrat at your service." Xanthee says with a little smile on her lips, her eye searching out the rider's knot as a force of habit. Whirlwind huh? And red haired with a green dragon, could this be the rider that Captain Igen, um, G'tan told her about all those sevens ago in the Training room? Only one way to know. "I see you're in Whirlwind," she says, nodding to her knot, "You wouldn't happen to be Kyara and Liareth by any chance would you?" She asks curiously, one brow raised in question.

"Ahhhh, that would be why. Well met, Xanthee. And yes," the greenrider confirms with a little bow and a tilted smile. "I am Kyara, and this is Liareth. Now, why…" She takes a few steps closer to the girl, amber eyes keen with curiosity and her smile edging sly. "…would you know us by name? I'm thinking you might've been keeping an eye out for us for some reason. Or an ear." So says her intuition, anyway!

Xanthee can't help but smile, oh yes, she thinks she will get along well with this greenrider. With a look of pure innocence, Xan returns a pure smile of her own. "I met a bronzerider who told me I should seek you out. G'tan, bronze Zinakoth's? I met him in the training room a few sevens ago. He suggested you may be able to help train me. I kind of really need to learn self defense right now." She says bitterly as she points to the bruises fading on her cheek.

"Oh, G'tan. Still keeping his delegating in practice, I see," Kyara returns wryly. But all of her good humor evaporates when Xanthee points out the bruise on her face. She'd thought something looked off but wasn't sure what between the ruddiness of cold and the play of light and shadow. "Indeed. I hope the one who did that to you got his from some quarter," the greenrider says, eyes sparking angrily as she studies the bruise a bit more closely. "Have you learned any fighting before?"

Xanthee nods seriously, her emerald eyes steady as she schools her her demeanor to one of neutrality. "Aside from the beating he got from those closest to me, I hear he was kicked out of his wing, and is going to be hauling firestone for several more sevendays to come, as well as other restrictions that should keep him at Southern and well away from here for some time." There is a small glimmer of triumph in her emerald eyes just for a moment before she drops her eyes at the greenrider's last question. "I thought I had. I've done some very basic self-defense turns ago with the other weyrbrats, but it was basically, go for the crotch and make a lot of noise. My friend Daenerys tought me a little bit on how to use my new stilletto when I got it last year, and I have been training alone mostly, on the hanging bags in the training room for awhile now." She shakes her head with a sigh, "But none of that helped me when that bastard was confronting me. I just froze like a stupid…ninny!" She spits the word with a huff, eyes downcast as she idly rubs the toe of her boot into the dirt.

"And it was a dragonrider. Faranth." Kyara shakes her head, scowling mildly. "Well I'm glad to hear that he had it heaped on him in the end. Hopefully it isn't too much to hope that it'll get through to him." Ever hopeful for change in the hardest people, is Kyara. "Otherwise he won't last the Pass, and not because of Thread." She nods as she listens to Xanthee's reply about fighting, her features softening as the motivation for wanting to learn is forgotten in favor of explanation. With Xanthee's last, the erstwhile AWLM takes a step closer to the girl and sets a gloved hand on her shoulder. "Xanthee, something to remember is that no matter how skilled, no matter how much a person knows what they're doing, there is still always the chance we might be caught off guard. But…training alone only goes so far. You need someone to train with, else what are you learning to defend against?" She drops her hand, setting it on her hip. "If you'd like to learn, I'm happy to teach. We'll just have to figure out when and how often."

Lifting her eyes back up to look at Kyara when she feels the greenrider's hand on her shoulder, Xanthee's smile widens as she nods slowly in agreement that she does need someone to train with. When Kyara accepts to teach her, she can't help it and bounces just a little bit in place, trying to restrain herself from tackling the greenrider with a hug. They did just meet after all. "How ever often you think is good. I work at the Tea Room, but they are pretty good about working around schedules, so whenever is fine." Look at Xanthee, the little eager beaver(or pernese equivalent).

Kyara chuckles, nodding again to the answer Xanthee gives. "Don't bounce over it yet, lass. You might be hating me for how much I push you the first day," she warns, wry but serious. Amiable the greenrider might be, but Xan will find out that it doesn't keep a stern taskmaster at bay when needed! "Two candle marks after dawn, every other day. If that works with your schedule."

"Yes!" Xanthee nearly shouts the word, but manages to hold just just enough. "That should work fine. So tomorrow then?" the raven-haired girl says hopefully. "And where should I meet you? And what should I wear? Or bring?" Excited Xanthee is EXCITED and that excitment comes out in a bombardment of questions as she keeps up her bouncing, cause she's Xan after all.

Kyara can't help but grin at Xanthee's eagerness, lifting her hands to press the girl's shoulders. "Lesson one - the value of stillness," she says with a quirk of a burnished brow, waiting for that stillness to more or less come about before answering so that she can look Xanthee in the eyes. "The training room, and wear something easy to move in." Not so different from what she's wearing right now, really.

It takes a moment after Kyara puts her hand on Xanthee's shoulder before the weyrbrat is still again, with the help of a couple of deep breaths. But nothing can keep the dancing out of her eyes as she beams up at her new teacher. "That sounds perfect! I can't wait to get started."

"Tomorrow morning then, Xanthee. Don't be late." Kyara gives the girl a tilted smile as Liareth comes to her feet. The green lowers her head to Xanthee, a calm azure regard taking her in and a billow of warm breath marking her deeper study of the girl before she gives a light touch of her nose to Xanthee's shoulder. The greenrider chuckles softly, tipping a little salute off to her with the handle of one of her blades against her brow. "I've a meeting to get to. See you then." And with that, Kyara goes to retrieve her knives, gaining her lifemate's neck once Liareth withdraws, winging away thereafter to wherever duty has called them.

Nodding, Xanthee even shoots of a salute, mostly in reflex from her days as a candidate. "Yes Kyara!" Then the green is taking an interest in her, and she smiles, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she gets treated to a billow of dragon breath. As the green gives her a light touch she bows her head softly, "Nice to meet you Liareth." She says with another giggle and then nods when Kyara mentions a meeting. "I will see you tomorrow!" she calls after the greenrider. When she is sure the green is out of earshot, she will bounce one final time, emitting a loud squee of joy as she bolts back in the direction of the Crafter's Complex. She has to tell Mal!

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