Who

Doji, Moanna

What

Doji's waiting-for-hatching-day pacing brings her out to the lake and a brief talk with Moanna.

When

It is evening of the twenty-second day of the fourth month of the eleventh turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Igen Weyr - Lake Shore

OOC Date 29 Jun 2017 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 eighty-second day of Spring and 75 degrees. It is a bright, sunny day with a gentle wind.


Freshly oiled and gleaming with her wings fanned out to dry in the last few hours of light, Maeveth is stretched along a strip of sandy shoreline. A chattery bunch of fire lizards are arrayed across her neck and shoulder ridges, mostly bronzes with a flash of a gold here or there as they play a game of 'king of the hill' atop the dragon. Moanna is not far off, stripped down to soaked lightweight linen, the flight leathers folded neatly along with the dragon's straps as she works a towel against the mass of gold streaked curls that tumbles loose around her frame free of the braid the green rider typically wears. The pair haven't been seen much around the candidates, one duty or another keeping them occupied.

It's that time where the candidates are getting more than a little restless. Doji may have paced every single length she could of the inner caverns and well, now it's time to go outside. Especially since it's no longer as hot as it was earlier in the day. Keeping the girl company currently are a fair of fairly young firelizards, that get distracted at the sight of that tumble of gold and bronze. A game? Is it a game? They ALL want to play and will flit in closer, chirping happily. Doji spots the unfamiliar rider and gives a salute. "They're not bothering her, are they? If so, I can definitely send them elsewhere."

Chase? CHASE! The quartet of bronzes nip lightly around the younger additions to the game, a complex dance of popping in and out of between, landing and taking off, showing the rules of the game as it were, while Gaz settles up near the green's head knobs, the older gold already tired of the game. The question earns a broad smile from the Zingari rider, as she flips her hair back to get a better look at the newcomer tossing the towel over her shoulder in the process. "Hardly, I imagine she'll have them scratching all the difficult to reach itchy spots before long if they let her." Warm brown eyes scanning over the younger woman. "If I've seen you about, I apologize - I am normally better with names. I'm Moanna rider to green Maeveth over there. We fly with Arroyo."

Oh, this looks fun. The multi-colored fair is more than willing to pay attention to this display of rules. Or, well, they'll improvise if it comes to it. Except the tiny gold, youngest of the lot. She'll go try and claim a spot near the older queen and try to look a lot more impressive than her mere month of existence probably merits. "Well, it's only fair if she allows them to use her as a platform for their games." Doji smiles a little as she watches the firelizard antics briefly before turning her attention back towards the rider. "Oh, I'm Doji. I was a healer apprentice before, well," she'll point to that little white knot. Now she's clearly an expert scrubber of anything that the headwoman can think to needs scrubbing.

Moanna laughs. "I think I've seen you at the healer tents, maybe when S'ayde was injured?" She doesn't seem terribly sure. "I can't say I miss it, candidacy, or weyrlinghood. I don't envy you the wait or the work ahead, but we need the extra hands with all the damn injuries going around." She gathers up the leathers and straps, tucking them into a saddlebag. "So is it pride, duty, or grandiose dreams and designs that possessed you to take the knot, if you don't mind me asking Doji?" :laughs. "I think I've seen you at the healer tents, maybe when S'ayde was injured?" She doesn't seem terribly sure. "I can't say I miss it, candidacy, or weyrlinghood. I don't envy you the wait or the work ahead, but we need the extra hands with all the damn injuries going around." She gathers up the leathers and straps, tucking them into a saddlebag. "So is it pride, duty, or grandiose dreams and designs that possessed you to take the knot, if you don't mind me asking Doji?"

Doji nods. "I've been there a lot, so probably." The question of WHY earns a bit of a sigh from the girl. "No, you can ask. Duty, I guess. It seemed like if I didn't say yes, I'd be spending the next ten turns making excuses, so…" She shrugs. Not the best reason and she has some more, but that's the easiest to explain.

Normally full lips press together lightly at the answer, a more considering weight given the apprentice with the answer. "Duty is as good a reason as any if a bit dull and overused." A tone of mild disappointment weaving in the woman's rich alto. Maeveth's tail twitches once, twice and then lies still. "Hopefully if you impress you'll find a little more fire in your belly too."

Doji straightens up a little at the mention of being dull and a small huff. Just a teeny, tiny one. "That wasn't the only reason. But it's the easiest to explain. And I have a craft to go back to if I don't Impress, which I fought very hard to get to in the first place." Lots of arguing with parents and what not. But she's here, at the Weyr.

Moanna 's lips purse as she ponders the logic of the plan. "Wiser women than I might see the merit of that. Healer craft is one of the more needed groups though, some might argue equally important with flying thread."

"Healing is always needed." Doji will fully agree with that. "And, I have been helping the dragonhealers the last couple falls. T'ral said I was welcome to always help out there. If I'm not working with the human infirmary." Busy hands are something that this candidate has always had.

Moanna shrugs, "You seem the type to fret over what is thought of you." The greenrider smirks a little. "But for a bit of unasked for advice, at the end of the day, the person you must answer to is yourself. Riding isn't a thing to go into half-hearted, that just gets you killed or worse. You've seen the carnage, and I'm sure you've probably ridden with someone during a mock fall at least."

Doji is really the type to fret about MOST things and she knows that, so she just gives a little sigh at the advice. "I know. Better than most candidates. I've been in the infirmary constantly for the past turn. And the weyrleader had me working on reports about all the threadfall injuries for the entire pass."

Moanna says, "So long as you know, there may be hope for you yet. " The greenrider grins unabashedly. "I look forward to seeing how your story unfurls, but I'm afraid I need to go hunt down my weyrmate, and dinner." Slinging the saddle bag over her shoulder, "I've no doubt we will meet again however." "

There's a little muttered "me too" from Doji at the mention of story unfolding. This waiting is getting really tiring, but those eggs are BOUND to be hatching soon, so not much longer for that. But she does give a salute in farewll as Moanna makes to depart. "Clear skies. And I should probably be getting back to the barracks." Another sigh for that very, very, very crowded place. But there's probably some last minute touches to make on robes and other things to do.

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