Alyna, R'zel


Alyna visits the Black Rock boat, and her suspicions are roused. (Happens before Planks for Nothing)


It is afternoon of the twenty-eighth day of the fifth month of the thirteenth turn of the 12th pass.


Cove, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 08 Mar 2018 00:00





A saber's curl along the coast of the Azov Sea, the cove is a clash of green and black; where deeply forested jungles encroach upon the curving expanse of this tiny cove, found only past the rocky barrier that serves as demarcation between cove and beach. Lacking the softly ground sand of the beach, the cove is made up of dark, volcanic pebbles, making it trickier to navigate than the beach itself. Yet, what a surprise is given if one braves the less comfortable path that curves around a long-forgotten cinder cone to find the quiet tranquility of seclusion. Brilliant against the black pebbled beach, greenery is only enhanced by the purest of turquoise waters, warmed by a deep volcanic vent and churned by hidden currents that further feeds into the relative calm of the sea itself. A small school of rainbow fish and yellowfish swims around here.

Damaged Boat
A typical small coastal trader, not up to major ocean crossings, this boat has clearly seen better days. The paintwork is tatty, the deck is filthy, and the gear's well-worn, but the name 'Precious Gem' has been lovingly painted on her bows. It's hard to see where more than thirty people could have fitted, unless some of them travelled in the small hold. Repairs haven't progressed very far: she's been dragged further up the beach than when she landed, and a couple of broken planks have been removed from the hull but not replaced. The newly-splintered timbers lie beside her on the shingle; curiously, the direction of breakage suggests an impact from inside - and were those tool-marks all made when the planks were removed?

With the weather threatening another big storm, the cove where the refugees came ashore is empty, save for their boat. And it is just that boat that Haquith and Alyna are out to inspect on this dreary day. The voluptuous chartreuse green is glowing faintly now, very apparent against the grey backdrop of the oncoming weather, as she lands neatly on the pebbly beach. Her diminuative rider waits just long enough for her to be landed before she makes her way towards the boat, her ice blue eyes darting here and there to make sure that they are indeed alone. She has a suspicion, and she had been waiting for just the right time to come and take an unhindered look at this vessel that was run aground.

Tempting as it is to go somewhere warmer, R'zel and Verokanth have chosen this cove for the bronze's ablutions today. Perhaps it's curiosity that brings them, as they weren't here when that boat was beached. They arrive as Alyna and Haquith are making their way towards the boat in question, Verokanth's long wings casting little shadow over the beach as they pass over in the dull light. The dragon touches down with a faint rattle of shingle, and R'zel climbs down and starts removing the heavy straps. There's nowhere dry to put them, but at least the rain's only a few half-hearted spots right now. Verokanth has of course noticed his green wingmate. « Well, hello. »

At the bronze's greeting, Haquith curls her neck towards him, large round eyes whirling blue green, «Well hello yourself Verokanth.» comes the coquettish reply, buzzing softly on gossamer wings and wafted through with a heady floral scent. The green shimmies a bit in the direction of the bronze, hips dancing to an unheard of rhythm as she moves closer. « What are you doing all the way out here on such a grey day? » Alyna looks back long enough to see who has caught her green's attention this time, and spies her wingsecond. A soft curse escapes the greenrider, but she just waves a hand in R'zel's direction before continuing her trek to the boat, focused on the task at hand.

« I have come to bathe. » As soon as the straps are off and R'zel is laying them out neatly on the relatively dry surface of a rock, Verokanth suits actions to words. He's keener than his rider is to get into the water, and wades hip-deep before turning round to watch the green. « Do you wish to join me? The sea is not as cold as the air. » R'zel returns Alyna's wave, but once he's finished with the straps, he doesn't strip off himself to scrub his dragon; instead, he ambles over towards Alyna. "Is this the famous boat, then? It looks as if she's seen better days."

With a whuffle in the bronze's direction, Haquith shakes her head, « You enjoy yourself. I just had a bath this morning. » the green replies as she settles down, lounging on one side, tail flicking idly as she watches the water. Alyna offers a small salute before turning back to the boat, "Yep, that's the fucker. It does look pretty beat up doesn't it?" There is an edge to Alyna's voice, as of a subtle irritation just under the surface as she gets closer to the boat, more specifically the hole that has now grown larger in it's side. Looking down at the planks that were removed, the ones where the hole was, her eyes narrowed until suddenly she exclaims, "Those wherry-brained fuckwits, I sharding knew it!"

"Knew what?" Seeing that Alyna's looking at the planks, R'zel examines them, frowning, and comparing the surface to the hull of the boat. "They don't seem to be doing much by way of repairs. I guess the longer it takes, the longer before they continue their journey." His head tilts sharply - has he noticed the same thing that she did? "You're thinking something's off about that damage?"

"Exactly. The damage is inside the boat." Alyna says pointing at the tool marks, triumphant. "I knew that sailor was hiding something. I saw the boat, there was no way they had ever intended for it to make the journey to Southern Barrier, I said as much to him to his face." Here she shakes her head with a sardonic little chuckle, "They sabotaged their own boat so we would have to let them land here. The sharding sneaky-ass underhanded sons of wherry faced goat fuckers!" Her impressive use of cursing aside, Alyna's normally pale ivory face is burning a bright angry red. "Oh just wait till I give them a piece of my mind, they won't know what fucking hit em."

"You think those are marks from making the hole, not just getting the planks out? The devious so-and-so's!" R'zel's language is more restrained than Alyna's, and rather less creative, but there's a tight anger in his tone as he continues. "They had families on board - they could have drowned the lot of them if that had gone wrong. I wish I'd been here." He turns to look at Alyna. "Well spotted. Better to let the Weyrleaders deal with them, but I'm not aware that anyone else has noticed this - it needs reporting back."

"The guy I talked to was way too smug that everything had worked out as it had." Alyna is almost more sure now that this was the reason. "To risk people like that though, including women and children. That just makes my blood fucking boil." her ice blue eyes are bright with rage as she clenches her hands into fists. "Yeah, best leave it to the Weyrleaders, I am in no state to be talking to anyone." she says through clenched teeth as she shoots a meaningful glance to her faintly glowing green. "But I will bring it to the Weyrleaders' attention as soon as I can. If only…" and then she realizes who she is talking to and she seems to bite her tongue mid-sentence. "Well, it's no use thinking what ifs." she says with an irritated sigh.

R'zel is nodding his agreement while Alyna's getting angry at the risks taken. "What ifs have their uses," he counters. "If onlys, not so much. Is something bothering you?" He listens to something unseen for a moment, then turns to cast an appraising eye over Haquith. "Apart from her, that is? It sounds like you've got some useful insights to pass on; if you want to write up your observations rather than deal with the big knots, I can pass it up the chain." Bureaucracy - can't beat it.

Alyna pinches the bridge of her nose as she tries to force herself to take a moment before responding to her Wingsecond's question, trying her best to chose her next words very carefully. "Haquith's a part of it. I am always on edge when she nears her time. But…" and here she takes a beat to look at R'zel, eyes narrowed as if she's unsure how to continue. "Let's just say, I was making these same insightful observations on the day in question and was pretty much ignored by those ranking me." There that was diplomatic enough right?

R'zel thinks about that for a moment, obliged also to produced a diplomatic response. "The Weyrleader showed up, didn't he?" He nods towards the planks. "You know, I think D'wane might be the man to show those to. He's got a lot of experience of doing stuff with the guards. And that's a nice piece of evidence." Another glance towards Haquith? "How close is she? Do you need to keep to the Weyr yet?"

"The Weyrleader wasn't the problem. And yes, he was there, briefly, and then he was off again." Alyna says evenly and then she ponders his next question, making some mental calculations. "I probably have another five to seven days before she's glowing at full strength, and then it might take her another three or four days to rise, so close. But I will definitely bring this to D'wane then. At least he's more than a couple turns away from Weyrlinghood." Ohhh, Alyna wasn't quick enough to bite back on that sharp reply, but nothing for it and she leans down to pick up the planks with the most obvious tool marks on the inside. Tucking the planks under her arm, she casually waves off her previously snarky comment, "I don't mean you of course, just getting crotchety in my old age and it's just aggravated by Haquith's condition." she says, all of barely 33 turns old.

R'zel actually is more than a couple of turns out of weyrlinghood, if not very many more, and she's not the first proddy greenrider he's met, either. "I don't think I want to know what you did mean," he says, with a certain amount of sympathy. "And Heri will be back from injury before Haquith rises, in that case, so if you need to take a day or so out of things, it won't leave a gap. Well, no /more/ of a gap. We've got a few sick, still." Dragon needs come first, but he's still going to think about the numbers.

"No, it's probably best you don't know what I mean." Alyna says with another long-suffering sigh as she tries to shake herself out of her foul mood. "I might take you up on that, I am next to useless when she gets closer." A soft shake of her heah, ah, the joys of being a greenrider. "So any word on when we are going to get a new Wingleader?" Look a change of subject.

R'zel's expression might show a touch of resignation at this point. "When the Weyrleader decides, I suppose, but I don't know when that will be. In the meantime, we'll carry on as we normally do when K'vvan's not leading. We're better used to that than some wings would be." Given that green Nadeeth couldn't fly the whole Fall, this isn't such a huge shakeup as it might be, he means.

Alyna nods thoughtfully and smiles briefly, "Sounds good." Pointing to the planks tucked under her arm, she says, "I had better get these somewhere safe, and see if I can't wrangle a meeting with the Weyrsecond. I wouldn't want the evidence to suddenly disapear on us." She takes a few steps backward in the direction of Haquith, "I will let you know when I need those days off for.. y'know." And she crooks her thumb over her shoulder at the green. "Clear skies Sir." she calls with a final salute before she turns on her heel and lightly jogs in the direction of her waiting green. In an instant she is astride, planks secured before the pair take off from the pebbled beach with tremendous leap by Haquith, winging their way back in the direction of the Weyr.

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