6/25/2011
10:55 PM
Logfile from Flandynn.
Kagenaith(#12361MOaps$)
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As if through the haze of a misty morning, shades of pale iris spread across his lean body. Fine, nearly perfected features are shown as strong muscle moves beneath taught hide. Patterns play out on his hide as if placed there by some careful artisan. Wisps of haze form the impression of clouds in a violet sky. A slender muzzle alights on his long neck, masked with a flush of powdered periwinkle which only gives way at his rounded headknobs. The same shade seems painted upon his broad chest, flowing down along a flat chiseled belly. Darker ultramarine slicks back along his neckridges, reaching up perilously onto drawn out wing spars before following the smooth curve of his spine all the way to the end of a whipcord tail. Stretched between those tenuous pinions is webbing as ornate as lavender silk, darkening to ceil where it folds gracefully along his back. Even the broad paws that support his balanced frame seem hewn from midnight as the dark tone wraps each digit, giving way to fierce, ebony talons.
Kagenaith is 0 Turns, 9 months, and 9 days, with a length of 25.13 meters, and a wingspan of 41.88 meters.
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Kagenaith(#12361MOaps$)
Type: THING Flags: MONITOR OPAQUE AUDIBLE PUPPET SAFE COMMANDS
Owner: Fl'ynn Key: Fl'ynn(#12171Pce) Trundlebugs: 1
Accessed: Sat Jun 25 19:21:32 2011 Modified: Sat Jun 25 19:19:12 2011
Zone: *NOTHING*
Parent: Dragon Parent [DP](#1000DSVYhs$)
Powers:
DAM [(w)]: Gold Seryth
SIRE [(w)]: Bronze Inimeth
WEYR: Xanadu
WING: Pulsar
SEMICOLON: ;
DOSEMICOLON: [v(Semicolon)]
DRAGON_NAME: Kagenaith
EGG-NAME: Lost in Fathoms Below Egg
MIND-NAME: Whispers of Springtime
EGG-DESC: Against a backdrop of clear azure that seems to stretch on unclouded until all things are swallowed up by the depths, some things still remain. Darker patterns, etched like rough stone and hints of midnight playing in geometric patterns that seem too perfect to have been crafted by nature alone. Winding staircases built from cobalt and slate lead towards an eerie figure that resembles a human face. A trick of the eye? Imagination twisting light and dark, putting intention behind the shapes and meaning in the play of colors. Could it be simply murky fathoms that envelop this egg, or is there more to the mystery than meets the eye?
STATUS: hatch
RACE [(IVw)]: Dragon
MT-1: whispers in the distance - a voice like some long forgotten song. There is a sound like a breeze rustling through distant trees, cooling your skin from the heat all around you. Faint hints of ginger and fresh fruit linger in the air, making each breath sweet and inviting with their aroma. Even so, it all seems as if it could be just a trick of the imagination, so faint - like an afterthought or memory of some place that felt safe - a place that felt like home. Tentative, like the first touches of green upon winter snow, the feeling grows stronger. Pale colors touch upon your mind, caressing with fingertips like smooth silk. There is curiosity in that touch, a longing to understand who you are and why you have come. There is a feeling as if you were being watched, but from within. The feeling brings with it questions. A pulse of your heartbeat: 'Who are you?' A breath: 'Can you find me?' That tender, almost longing feeling seems to draw back, leaving the faintest impression as if flower petals had fallen onto your bare skin.
MT-2: murmurs closer now - so softly that you just might make out the hint of words which are carried away before your mind can grasp them. The wind swirls across your vision with a wash of white, drawing out images of distant places. There is something strange about them, but familiar. It almost seems as if each place had been taken from your own dreams and brought to life. The low sound of a flute seems to rise and fall with each breath you take into your lungs, the tempo finding time with your heart. The smells change, too - bringing with it the warmth of cooking oil and the smell of savory meats and mouthwatering sauces. A banquet has been prepared in your honor, but what have you done to earn such regard? There is hesitation. The tantalizing smells of food are drawn away again, leaving only the swirling canvas of your mind. There are faint after-images of people in motion - some that you might even recognize. Among all of these, what sets you apart? Challenge. 'Of all these, what makes you worthy?'
MT-3: hums softly against your ear - so close you can almost feel the air as it exhales against your skin. It's close now, so very intimately close. The feather-like touch of flower petals settles against your hand, holding it like an old friend. There is comfort in that touch - a feeling of acceptance. The air flows around you in soft eddies, feeling as if it were trying to hold you aloft. Looking down, the landscape draws out beneath you with lush, rolling hills and far snow-capped mountains. 'Are these places we can go, together?' The feeling begs of you, the pleading tugging at your heartstrings. There is such a plaintive yearning to see, to understand - to live! Then, with a rush of that wind, you are brought back down to the sands once more. Gone? No, even still, there is a lingering taste of sweet berries that graces your lips, the velvety touch still wanting. 'Will you be the one?' As the colors slowly dissipate into the heat of the sands around you, the yearning remains - a yearning tinged perhaps with a dawning hope.
RIDER [#64]: Fl'ynn
FINAL-LENGTH [(w)]: 27.46
HAT-NAME: Breath of Enchanted Grace Blue Hatchling
HAT-DESC: As if through the haze of a misty morning, shades of pale iris spread across his lean body. Fine, nearly perfected features are shown as strong muscle moves beneath taught hide. Patterns play out on his hide as if placed there by some careful artisan. Wisps of haze form the impression of clouds in a violet sky. A slender muzzle alights on his long neck, masked with a flush of powdered periwinkle which only gives way at his rounded headknobs. The same shade seems painted upon his broad chest, flowing down along a flat chiseled belly. Darker ultramarine slicks back along his neckridges, reaching up perilously onto drawn out wing spars before following the smooth curve of his spine all the way to the end of a whipcord tail. Stretched between those tenuous pinions is webbing as ornate as lavender silk, darkening to ceil where it folds gracefully along his back. Even the broad paws that support his balanced frame seem hewn from midnight as the dark tone wraps each digit, giving way to fierce, ebony talons.
MIND-DESC: Soft. This seems to be the word to describe all things within Kagenaith's mind. His voice tends to come as a musical whisper, like a distant song hung on the breeze. He murmurs and hums and sing-songs to himself and often tends to mold these inner tunes to your moods. Even in the most stressful of conditions, he will always be quiet and gentle, almost as if he were afraid to speak up. Of course, like all quiet souls, when he does get loud, you know there is something that needs to be heard.
His mind comes with hints of the changing seasons, the winds airily bringing with them a touch of spring. There is a coolness to his thoughts that might just be the comfort needed on those hot days. Like the sun peeking through the shade of some tall canopy of leaves, there will always be a play of soft light and shadow with his presence, shifting subtlety brighter when interested, or darker when most calm. Sometimes other colors linger there, but they are simply undertones to his moods. Sometimes, those colors seem to bring the impression of gentle fingers or floating flower petals. These feather-light touches bringing a feeling of curiosity.
But perhaps the most distracting and comforting part of Kagenaith's mind is the subtle impressions of food that sometimes linger at the edges of his consciousness. Hints of sweet ginger and fruit are evident of happier times, while the more robust smells of cooking oils and meats make mealtimes obvious.
RPTIPS: From the first moment that he hatches, Kagenaith will be the epitome of grace. Other hatchlings may flounder or flop about, but he seems to always have an ease about the way that he moves. Unlike others who may be haughty about such things, he simply can't fathom why things come so easy to him and not to others. The mistakes of his clutchmates will be an endless source of curiosity. When he's young, it may be hard to keep him from imitating these actions from the others. When he reaches full size, though, you won't find a dragon more natural in most any environment: earth, sea, or sky. Of course, even the most well built of dragons still may have their doubts. For Kagenaith, the areas of his body that he cannot see will be a source of worry. He may well insist on extra oilings and attention to areas like his eyeridges and neck.
« Fl'ynn. What is this light? Why does it keep moving? » For the most part, your blue is a simple soul. The world is a place of amazing things and he wants to see /all/ of them. There is a child-like quality to him, causing him to easily become entranced by the world around him. He may be fascinated by the reflection of light off of a wind-chime, chasing it like an overgrown cat, or spend long hours watching the way the wind blows through the fields in summer. His interests will change quickly as a hatchling, bouncing from one thing to the next so quickly you may have trouble keeping up, but this will taper off a bit as he gets older. Even as an adult, Kagenaith will always maintain that wonder about the world, and he will look to you to explain it. You'd best come up with some answers.
« Psst. I think that sea gull has been telling the weyrling-masters that you snore. » Alas, Kagenaith is not the sharpest tool in the shed. He'll often see things and form the absolutely wrong assumptions about the way the world works. Fish live in water, right? So, he'll fully expect fish to fall from the sky when it rains and may just stand out in the rain with his mouth open. Sometimes, he'll just come out with the most random of statements, leaving you wondering just where he happened to come up with such things. And just wait until the other dragons figure out that he can be so easily fooled. It won't be long until some other hatchling has him convinced that dirt is tastier than heardbeast, and he won't believe otherwise until he gets a mouthful of the stuff. It's times like those that you'll need a firm hand and a strong will, as the only person Kagenaith will listen to when he gets something stuck in his head, is you.
« What should we do today, Fl'ynn? I think we should… um. Do whatever you want to do. That sounds right. » Regardless of all his faults, Kagenaith really does have your best interests at heart. When something important matters to you, he'll try his hardest to be the best dragon because you are awesome and you deserve the best dragon in the world! He's sure of that. Unfortunately, he sometimes still falls short of the mark. At these times, he may need some reassurance from you to bolster his spirits, but don't worry too much. For the most part, your blue doesn't dwell on things for very long. He has a short memory when it comes to bad things, and an easily distracted nature that will often have him down one moment, and then back to his fluff-brained self the next.
When it comes to flights, though, Kagenaith will be a bit of a late bloomer. While other males seem itching to chase their first green, he simply won't have any interest in females at first. There are far too many other things in the world to see to worry about /girls/. Pffpth. He's also likely to get sidetracked early on, especially when mating flight lessons start coming up. The concept of gender will seem a bit alien, and explaining the differences between boy and girl dragons - as well as humans - could get troublesome. However, nature will eventually take its course and he'll figure things out. Once he does, there will be another side to Kagenaith that will come through. As vapid as he may be about other things, /love/ is where he shines. He is a born romantic, ready to charm the greens not only with his physicality, but also his words. He may also be the type to want to 'settle down' with that special green once he's found her, regardless of who happens to be her rider. His sense of romance even extends to you, and when you show interest in someone, he'll be the first to offer advice. Some of it may even be useful - although some will be as nonsensical as usual.
CREDITS: The 'Lost in Fathoms Below Egg' was is based on the Yonaguni Monument off the cost of Japan. It is a huge underwater complex of stone blocks which seem as if they might be the remains of some ancient civilization. Many associate the monument with the stories of Atlantis - the mythical city that was consumed by some natural disaster and dragged beneath the sea. However, this site is widely debated, with some scientists claiming that it is actually just a natural rock formation. Still, places like these will always captivate our imaginations, drawing us to imagine other cultures and other worlds.
As the Yonaguni Monument is off the coast of Japan, the egg's touch-impressions are based off of certain parts of Japanese culture. The cherry blossoms (sakura) of Japanese springtime are intertwined with the bountiful feasts and entertainment brought by the serving geisha. Some other aspects of the geisha (and their trainee maiko) have been worked into your dragon's features, such as his paler muzzle and the grace in which he moves.
For more information, see:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yonaguni_Monument
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cherry_blossom
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geisha
Name Inspiration:
What's in a name? Sticking with the theme brought through from his egg, Kagenaith's name (pronounced: ka-gen-ai-th) is based on two Japanese words (three kanji). 'Kagen' is interesting as it can be spelled with a number of different kanji, giving it different meanings. It can mean: flowery words, measure, or source of misfortune. 'Ai' on the other hand, means affection, or love. So, brought together, you have a dragon who will be your loving source of misfortune, the measure of your heart, and the lover of flowery words. The last meaning of 'kagen' is wise saying, as even the most hare-brained of people can every now and again surprise you with their insight.
A Final Message:
Congratulations on your impression of a dragon here at Xanadu Weyr! We hope that your Kagenaith is everything you could want in a life-mate. This inspiration is only a guideline for how to play your dragon. You aren't required to follow all, or any of it. Kagenaith is /yours/ and it's up to you to develop him in your own unique way. We welcome you to Xanadu, and hope that you and Kagenaith grow and develop as characters. This is just the beginning and we look forward to seeing the two of you blossom here at Xanadu. - R'owan
WOBBLE_MESS: Click click. There is a sound of something tapping within the Lost in Fathoms Below Egg. The sounds are almost experimental, coming every now and again in different places. When the sound goes quiet, egg gives a slight wobble, its occupant moving around within. Right. Left. Right. The egg continues to move restlessly until with a great heave of effort, it lands on one side, rolling back and forth and making small ruts in the sand.
CRACK_MESS: The Lost in Fathoms Below Egg seems stuck! The egg's movements have rooted it firmly between piles of sand, giving little place to go. It bumps up against the walls of the sand-prison, unable to move beyond them. Within, there is a frantic sound as the tapping begins again from within. The growing intensity seems to show the hatchling's panic. Help! Then, quite suddenly, one of those hard taps seems to finally be enough to send a cascading crack up one side of the shell. The sounds within go quiet. All is still for just a moment, then the egg moves again, quite suddenly, the force of the hatchling's blow against the shell enough to dislodge a tiny circle of shell which goes flying towards the line of white robed figures. As the light of the hatching grounds streams in, the occupant goes silent again, perhaps perplexed by this view into the outside world.
HATCH_MESS: The view from within the Lost in Fathom's Below Egg is simply not enough! There must be more. The first image of a tiny, pale nose appears through the small hole in the egg's shell, followed by a small peeping creel. This hatching stuff is hard! Still trapped in the rut the egg created for itself, the hatchling seems to put forth quite a bit of effort, pushing outward with strong limbs as the crack widens until with a final resounding crack, the shell is split neatly in two, revealing its tiny occupant. With careful movements, the hatchling steps free of his discarded prison, peeking his head up over the mound of built up sand to peer curiously at the candidates. Then, head tilting, he gives a small, inquisitive chirrup towards them.
IMPRESS_MESS: A familiar feeling seems to drift through your mind, like soft fingertips drawing hair back from your forehead. So quickly, that touch vanishes, leaving the thought that it might just be the heat of the sands, or some false hope. All is still for a moment, and the world continues on as if nothing had happened. Then, the feeling returns, stronger this time. A breeze cools the world around you, swirling with gentle laughter and a joy at finally finding that one person to make life complete. « Fl'ynn. » The name is spoken with such love that there is no doubt in your mind that this is you - maybe not who you are, but who you will be from now on. « Yes. You found me, didn't you? I knew you would. We are together now. » Pride tinges with absolute elation. « I am your Kagenaith. Don't let the sand tell you otherwise. It lies. » Suddenly, there is a rumbling hum that comes not only from your stomach, but from the little blue dragon before you. « I am hungry. » The shy voice seems to say with embarrassment, an emotion subtly accented by the impression of cooked meats that begins drift to your nose.
DESC-DRAGON: [u(#12361/hat-desc)]
Sex [($V)]: Male Dragon
HATCHSECS: 1307319620
HATCHDATE: Sun Jun 5 17:20:20 2011
COLOR [(IVw)]: Blue
UseLock [($)]: Fl'ynn(#12171Pce)
Listen [#64($)]: *
EnterLock [($)]: !=RACE:dragon&STRAPS/on
Ealias [#64($)]: Kagenaith;mount Kagenaith;Kage
Lalias [#64($)]: Out;o;leave;back;exit;dismount;down
DESC-STRAPS [#64]: About Kagenaith's shoulders rest a set of standard issue weyrling straps. Dyed a nondescript grey, they seem to have seen better days but are only intended for use until the young dragon stops growing so rapidly.
DESC-RIDER [#64]: At the base of Kagenaith's neck, you see his rider [name(%0)].
DESC-PASS [#64]: Seated high on his back, you see [name(%0)].
DESC-FL [#64]: Settled along the dragon's neckridges, you see [name(%0)].
DESC-OBJ [#64]: Settled more towards this dragon's haunches, you see [name(%0)] strapped down and ready for flight.
ENT-RIDER [#64]: You swing up onto Kagenaith's neck.
OENT-RIDER [#64]: swings up onto Kagenaith's neck.
OXENT-RIDER [#64]: swings up onto Kagenaith's neck.
LV-RIDER [#64]: You swing down from Kagenaith's neck.
OLV-RIDER [#64]: swings down from Kagenaith's neck.
OXLV-RIDER [#64]: swings down from Kagenaith's neck.
PREF-RIDER [#64]: Kagenaith's neck>
ID-RIDER [#64]: You sit attop of Kagenaith. Beneath your legs, you see: As if through the haze of a misty morning, shades of pale iris spread across his lean body. Fine, nearly perfected features are shown as strong muscle moves beneath taught hide. Patterns play out on his hide as if placed there by some careful artisan. Wisps of haze form the impression of clouds in a violet sky. A slender muzzle alights on his long neck, masked with a flush of powdered periwinkle which only gives way at his rounded headknobs. The same shade seems painted upon his broad chest, flowing down along a flat chiseled belly. Darker ultramarine slicks back along his neckridges, reaching up perilously onto drawn out wing spars before following the smooth curve of his spine all the way to the end of a whipcord tail. Stretched between those tenuous pinions is webbing as ornate as lavender silk, darkening to ceil where it folds gracefully along his back. Even the broad paws that support his balanced frame seem hewn from midnight as the dark tone wraps each digit, giving way to fierce, ebony talons.
ENT-PASS [#64]: You step up onto Kagenaith's back.
OENT-PASS [#64]: stepss up onto Kagenaith's back.
OXENT-PASS [#64]: steps up onto Kagenaith's back.
LV-PASS [#64]: You step down from Kagenaith's back.
OLV-PASS [#64]: steps down from Kagenaith's back.
OXLV-PASS [#64]: steps down from Kagenaith's back.
PREF-PASS [#64]: Kagenaith's back>
ID-PASS [#64]: You sit attop of Kagenaith's back. Beneath your legs, you see: As if through the haze of a misty morning, shades of pale iris spread across his lean body. Fine, nearly perfected features are shown as strong muscle moves beneath taught hide. Patterns play out on his hide as if placed there by some careful artisan. Wisps of haze form the impression of clouds in a violet sky. A slender muzzle alights on his long neck, masked with a flush of powdered periwinkle which only gives way at his rounded headknobs. The same shade seems painted upon his broad chest, flowing down along a flat chiseled belly. Darker ultramarine slicks back along his neckridges, reaching up perilously onto drawn out wing spars before following the smooth curve of his spine all the way to the end of a whipcord tail. Stretched between those tenuous pinions is webbing as ornate as lavender silk, darkening to ceil where it folds gracefully along his back. Even the broad paws that support his balanced frame seem hewn from midnight as the dark tone wraps each digit, giving way to fierce, ebony talons.
ENT-FL [#64]: You land upon Kagenaith's neckridges.
OENT-FL [#64]: lands upon Kagenaith's neckridges.
OXENT-FL [#64]: lands upon Kagenaith's neckridges.
LV-FL [#64]: You take off from Kagenaith's neckridges.
OLV-FL [#64]: takes off from Kagenaith's neckridges.
OXLV-FL [#64]: takes off from Kagenaith's neckridges.
PREF-FL [#64]: Kagenaith's neckridges>
ID-FL [#64]: You perch upon Kagenaith's neck ridges. Beneath your claws, you see: As if through the haze of a misty morning, shades of pale iris spread across his lean body. Fine, nearly perfected features are shown as strong muscle moves beneath taught hide. Patterns play out on his hide as if placed there by some careful artisan. Wisps of haze form the impression of clouds in a violet sky. A slender muzzle alights on his long neck, masked with a flush of powdered periwinkle which only gives way at his rounded headknobs. The same shade seems painted upon his broad chest, flowing down along a flat chiseled belly. Darker ultramarine slicks back along his neckridges, reaching up perilously onto drawn out wing spars before following the smooth curve of his spine all the way to the end of a whipcord tail. Stretched between those tenuous pinions is webbing as ornate as lavender silk, darkening to ceil where it folds gracefully along his back. Even the broad paws that support his balanced frame seem hewn from midnight as the dark tone wraps each digit, giving way to fierce, ebony talons.
ENT-OBJ [#64]: You are fastent into place on Kagenaith's back.
OENT-OBJ [#64]: is fastened into place on Kagenaith's back.
OXENT-OBJ [#64]: is fastened into place on Kagenaith's back.
LV-OBJ [#64]: You are unfastened from Kagenaith's harness and lowered to the ground.
OLV-OBJ [#64]: is unfastened from Kagenaith's harness and is lowered to the ground.
OXLV-OBJ [#64]: is unfastened from Kagenaith's harness and lowered to the ground.
PREF-OBJ [#64]: Kagenaith's back>
ID-OBJ [#64]: You fastened to Kagenaith's harness. Beneath you, you see: As if through the haze of a misty morning, shades of pale iris spread across his lean body. Fine, nearly perfected features are shown as strong muscle moves beneath taught hide. Patterns play out on his hide as if placed there by some careful artisan. Wisps of haze form the impression of clouds in a violet sky. A slender muzzle alights on his long neck, masked with a flush of powdered periwinkle which only gives way at his rounded headknobs. The same shade seems painted upon his broad chest, flowing down along a flat chiseled belly. Darker ultramarine slicks back along his neckridges, reaching up perilously onto drawn out wing spars before following the smooth curve of his spine all the way to the end of a whipcord tail. Stretched between those tenuous pinions is webbing as ornate as lavender silk, darkening to ceil where it folds gracefully along his back. Even the broad paws that support his balanced frame seem hewn from midnight as the dark tone wraps each digit, giving way to fierce, ebony talons.
OXBTW [#64]: suddenly disappears -=* BETWEEN *=-
OBTW [#64]: suddenly reappears from -=* BETWEEN *=-
MSG-PUTON [#64]: %N works at it for a while, getting, [name(me)]'s riding straps on just right.
MSG-TAKEOFF [#64]: %N unfastens Kagenaith's straps, and gradulally gets them off.
MSG-BUCKLE1 [#64]: %N bluckles %oself into the riding strapps.
MSG-BUCKLE2 [#64]: %N buckles %0 into the riding straps.
MSG-UNBUCKLE1 [#64]: %N unbuckles %oself from the riding straps.
MSG-UNBUCKLE2 [#64]: %N unbuckles %0 from the riding straps.
No exits.
Home: Fl'ynn(#12171Pce)
Location: Xanadu Weyr - Beach(#7117RJs)
Xanadu Weyr - Beach(#7117RJs)
The unerring range of subdued white rises and falls in a multitude of sandy dunes, creating an endless amount of tiny valleys constantly demolished and rebuilt by the frequent arrival or departure of a dragon. Smoothing out as it slopes gently to the edge of the deep blue water, the sand darkens and a shell here and there stands out for children to collect. The beach itself is set along a low cliff - the height lessoning as one heads eastwards, blocking a portion of the beach from direct access.
The wide wide stretch of water opens up to the east, the far distant shore way beyond the horizon and the beach curves ever so slowly round to east and west, distant arms of land embracing the wind-ruffled Caspian Lake. East leads up to the mouth of the Rubicon River, where the protecting cliff is merely an arms length higher then the sand, and beyond that, a winding road leading out of Xanadu's territory. Westwards, the beach narrows as the cliff swings out, leaving a path wide enough for dragons in single file before cutting in to the sheltered cove designated the Weyrling Beach. However, cut in the cliff face to the north are a variety of rough, wide staircases, providing access to the clearing and to the meadow.
People: Fl'ynn, Elawyn, and Briana
Dragons: Kagenaith and Sahazyth
Obvious exits:
Docks <DO> Meadow <M> Clearing <C> Water <E> Weyrling Beach <WB>
It is early evening time at Xanadu, a subtle spring warmth in the air. Briana is out here on the beach, her dragon dripping with water after just having a bath in the sea. Briana is now moving around inspecting her dragon, a vat of oil in one had, the oil paddle in the other. The gold is nearly to her full length, though she still looks a bit unfinished, needing to fill out a bit. Things has been interesting about the weyr in regard to the weyrling. The girl mostly just keeping her head down and tending to her tasks. Often seen with a little leather bound journal. Her arrival in the cavern often garnering looks and whispers, the occasional insult. Some days she just sits and bears it, other times she takes her meal and heads out to eat somewhere quietly. Some 'renegade lovers' given similar treatment.
"Briana!" A voice cuts through the air as a girl trots toward the gold and her rider on the beach. Skirts dance at the slender ankles that have been freed, a pair of shoes carried in one hand. The other is lifted to wave at the girl who is with the dragon. The young woman's hair has been pulled back and braied, that braid whipping about as she hurries to join her friend. "Need a hand?" She asks, coming to a stop beside the dragon and gingerly reaching out to touch her if she's allowed to do so.
Periwinkle perkiness, Kagenaith pounces onto the beachhead with daring paws, unfurled wings cresting with lavender silk sails, and a sinuous tail trailing after like a contrail. Fl'ynn is quite a few paces behind the blue. He's only got two legs compared to his 'mate's four, kind of at a disadvantage here. Kagenaith's vocal greeting to clutchmate Sahazyth rises up and down the scale, lilting and happy. As the blue's tail whips before Fl'ynn's face, the teen reaches out a hand to grip the end, and be yanked along with scattered steps. "Hoi. Slower.. Sloooower."
The call of her name, causes Briana to look up to the voice and she smiles. Her face losing in that moment pensive lines. "Elawyn…" She calls out and nods to the young woman, "Sure…I am looking for any places like this…" Briana says as she points out a flaky bit of skin, a bit paler than the rest of her hide. Sahazyth warbles a greeting to the friend of Briana before lifting her head to look to her clutchmate. «Good evening Blue one…She is tending to my itches.» She says in a spicy whirl of thought to the smaller dragon. Briana peeks around her dragon and offers a wave to the pair. "Got some oil here if you need any."
"Like that?" Elawyn bends over and peers at that spot to get a better look. She studies it then nods. She starts to look, but the arrival of another dragon and subsequently, his rider, distract her. She grins and waves, then turns back to the larger dragon. One hand glides along that spicy scented hide and she inhales deeply as she looks for spots very much like the one she was shone.
Fl'ynn takes flight himself as Kagenaith bounces onto the sands, half-gliding half-pouncing forth. Alarmingly enough, the teen's feet leave the ground, provoking widening dark eyes, a moment of panic etches from tightened lips to paled skin. "Oh shiiii-" *WHUMP* Dragon lands with grace, rider collapses with far less. A trough is dug in the sand with the teen's lower half as he loses his feet, and then finally finds some sense to let go of his dragon's tail. Kagenaith approaches his gold clutchmate with a croon « Is she good at tending? » Yeah, his rider is forgotten as he lays in the sand, blinking. "Hey, Briana. Elawyn."
"Hi Fl'ynn." Elawyn can't surpress a giggle at the bouncing blue and the antics that result of the antics between dragon and rider. "Got a good view down there?" She leans over as if to try and get a sense of exactly how good a view, the end of her braid traling in the sand. "Or are you just lying down on the job?"
Briana is out on the beach, oiling Sahazyth after a bath in the sea. Her constant growing leaving dry patches on her skin that the girl is oiling with Elawyn's help. "Yep, that is exactly what I am looking for." Briana says as she moves over to where the girl pointed and paddlees on some oil. A dragon this big…well more eyes definately help. The gold gives a warbling response to Kagenaith, «Yes she is, she is most dedicated in dealing with my itches, no matter what time it is.» Oh yes…even 1am. 3am. Demanding creature. As Briana hears the exclamation of the flying Fl'ynn she drops her supplies and runs over to the Blue weyrling, "You ok there?"
"Best view ever," Fl'ynn remarks, acting as if this was totally his plan from the beginning to be down here, in the sand, arms crossing before him so he can rest his chin on them -or something. Kagenaith pauses, blinks, and swings his long head around to look behind him and towards where he left his rider. Fl'ynn unfolds and arm to give his blue a twiddle-fingered wave from where he lays. The blue blinks again, honks, and then bounds right on back around in a couple of pounces to nose Fl'ynn. The teen gets wuffled from shaggy hair to stomach. "I'm getting up! I'm getting up!" It is through liberal use of Kage's head that the teen crawls to his feet, then latches arms around the dragon's neck to be lifted completely. "I'm good. I'm-" Wait. "No, not okay at all. Not at all. I think you need to tend to me, Briana."
Zhaoth has arrived.
"Oh come off it." Elawyn rolls her eyes and moves over to join her goldrider friend. She extends her hand out to the bluerider. "You too are so silly. Not that I'm really complaining - you do put on a good show." Another giggle escapes and Elawyn flips that braid back over her shoulder where it had decided to take residence. "Is he always this playful?" She asks, reaching out to touch the blue if he'll allow it.
While Kagenaith is playful, Zhaoth is the opposite. He appears with agile sinewy legs pranced high, like a high-stepping runner would be seen doing, back legs lifted just the same, regal bounce and all. Lengthy pinions are crossed at the tips as the rustling appendages flounce with each imperial step. Ers'lan, while not as ceremonial as his lifemate, has a long stepping stride of confidence, deflecting any initial questions of his status. Grounded and proud of it. Apparently. As they approach the group, Zhaoth's neck even gives a curl, jaw pointed down toward his chest, nostrils snorting and flaring much like a runner beast that he is mimicking. Ers'lan throws back his shoulders, smirking at some unheard comment between the two, dawn blue eyes fixing back toward the small gathering of familiar and friendly faces.
Briana quirks a smile at Fl'ynn's response and steps back as the blue moves in to help the weyrling up. "You are a funny one." She says, relaxed in his presence at least. The playful comraderie of the pair doing much to settle her mind for now at least and distract her from her worries. At the response to her concerns she looks him over for a moment with a touch of worry, "What is wrong Fl'ynn?" She asks as she steps forward again. There is a glance back at Elawyn and she nods, "Yes, they are well matched. You should have seen him on the Yokahama bridge." She rolls her eyes at that. As Zhaoth joins the group Sahazyth lifts her head to warble a greeting to the brown, «Hello Zhaoth, how goes your hunting?»
Kagenaith is a fluffy, pleasant fellow, so any attention directed to the purple-glazed blue will be received with a lilting croon and what might just be a lean into any touches. That's right, a far larger creature is leaning into the touch of Elawyn. Fl'ynn finds his feet, although it is a wobbling thing as he bounces into Kage's shoulder, and then fetches up right at Briana. "My chin. Banged my chin." On the sand. "My ma used to kiss my ouches. I think that is the best medicine. I think you should probably do the same." Unabashed. Dark eyes slide over to the brown pair, and the teen flashes a covert wink Lan-wards.
Elawyn sighs as a third dragon comes. "I'm surrounded." But she doesn't seem displeased by this fact. It's Zhaoth's turn to get some attention from the candidate who had been left standing at the hatching. Again, that is, if she is allowed. Between a brown and a blue, not all exactly unpleasant. "Hello you two lovelies."
Zhaoth tosses his head up, shaking it side to side while he greets Sahazyth enthusiastically, while for those dragons in the area his mindvoice is a serene flow of gold and silver sets adrift like a river, « Hunting went well. I am full.» There is a divine jovial nature about the brown pair, one who had days before been sullen and recluse. Their punishment had been the talk of the Weyr after all. Instead of dwelling on it, their reactions now suggest they looked on the brighter side and saw the opportunity to be gained. Ers'lan lifts his hand in greeting to the friends gathered on the beach, watching as Zhaoth starts to lope over toward the other dragons, going first of all toward the blue who is getting the free scritches. He inserts himself into the crowd, red-desert-sand covered brown wedging his head in there, nudging beside Kagenaith, as if to be like, Hi, I'm here, I want a piece of this. Ers'lan can't help but roll his eyes as the militaristic dragon suddenly goes childish, worming through to get a pet or two. The attitude adjustment from the grounding has done wonders. Lan is wearing a smile for once, one that reaches the corners of his eyes. "I reckon I can kiss it iffin Bri dun want ta-" interjected with a teasing tone of voice, offering acknowledgement to all three in the span of a sweep of his eyes.
Briana leans forward to examine the young man's chin, though his continued words get a huff from her, "I think only mother's kisses work for such things." She says as she turns back to her own dragon to finish with the oiling. At Elawyn's words, she looks to the young woman who was once candidate with them. "They are good dragons…one too playful and one too serious, but they are good." The comment said with amusement in her tone at the light teasing, though she looks up to the Brown with a speculative look and over to Ers'lan with a question in her eyes. "He seems playful today…" She remarks and grins as he offers to kiss the bluerider.
Elawyn giggles as she is now pressed between two dragons. Well, not exactly pressed, the creatures are gentle giants, but she's having a ball. One hand is on the blue, the other on the brown, and both sets of fingers are busy scritching those eyeridges. "Why do I have a feeling I'm not going anywhere for a while?" She asks, a grin passed on to Briana. "I may not be able to help you with Saha after all!" She snorts softly. "Of course they are good! I don't know a dragon who isn't!"
Kagenaith warbles a greeting to Zhaoth, only to have that note wobble yet more as the brown is Right There. Dragon crowd! Fl'ynn looks expectantly at Briana, only to be denies. Here comes the pouty-lip. "Awh." He flicks another glance askance to Lan as if to say 'it was worth a shot'. A grin curls at his lips, then he is looking back to Elawyn, "Well, if you do go anyway, you can expect to be trailed after."
"Aye, he be… Loads be a little lighter today…" his words reach all, but with the distinct look he has for Briana, it would appear that she would have a better insight to his words. Zhaoth lobbies for attention all the same, perhaps to be part of the group if for a moment. Lan smirks as he watches Zhaoth attempt to mimick what Kagenaith does, holding his head just at the same tilt, but opposite sides, oh and if Kagenaith moves a wingtip, so does Zhaoth. A little game in all the fussing. "Tell 'em off iffin ya arms hurt after a while," a good-natured grin following on the lips of the brown weyrling rider, darting his gaze soon to Fl'ynn as he lifts his shoulders as the bluerider is shot down. "Bri," Lan abruptly says, "Yer gonna give Fl'ynn a complex." A wink added to the serious tone.
"I've been pressed into service! I shall be forced to remain here until I die!" Dragoncrowd indeed, Elawyn's happy to oblige the two, her 'complaints' coloured with a teasing tone. "Oh look, now they're being mirrors of one another. I wonder if my dragon will be this playful." That teasing gives way to a certain wistfulness punctuated with a sigh. But she can't be too sad - she's surrounded by brown and blue after all!
Briana looks over to Ers'lan at his 'criticism' and glances over to Fl'ynn and back again, "That tricking a girl into kissing him ain't gonna work? Its a good complex to have. He could just ask." She says in all seriousness as she goes back to tending to Sahazyth, though she looks up to her gold eyes unfocusing for a moment. The pair in intense conversation for a moment before Briana's dark cheeks seem to darken all the more. She tries to hide her face against her gold's side, Sahazyth lifting her head to look over her 'brothers' and the 'game' they seem to be playing. «Blue and his larger shadow dancing on the sands.»
Fl'ynn sighs dramatically following Lan's words. He'll fall back a few paces, coming up next to Ers'lan, narrow feet sinking into the sand and leaving the somewhat height-challenged teen just that much shorter. "The direct approach? I don't think I've ever tried that. This is something to consider," he drawls slowly, a hand coming up to rub along that supposedly offended chin. Kagenaith lifts his head up suddenly, looking to Sahazyth, then to his brown clutchmate, all the while the dragon looks most confused. Yes, it is pretty clear on his countenance. « Shadow? » Head swings around to try to find that shadow upon the ground, feet lifting up and down in the mimicry of what a dance is. Literal dragon is literal.
Ers'lan's eyes cloud over with the fog of speaking to his lifemate, hearing something no one else but he was privy to. Eventually the smile on his face grows, gaze slipping between dragon bodies and heads toward Elawyn, "Zhaoth believes iffin ya focus not on your failure to find a lifemate," he pauses as if to ensure he's getting it right, "and instead put your energy into yourself and yer own happiness without a lifemate, that yer dreams will come true. He be sayin that the more ya desire something you cannot reach, the more it will frustrate you and take you away from your pursuit…" A groan then, "Aye, Zhao. I be talkin better when ya help me." A roll of his eye, for the sea-farring accent was interrupted at certain parts, done away with by the common tongue. Not too long after, he smiles for Briana's retort, "Aye. Bein direct works too." A head bob to Fl'ynn, or a friendly clap of the hand to the back to shove him forward, "Might as well try fer it." As for Zhaoth, he copies Kagenaith still. A comical thing as he too starts to lift paws up and down, mental vibes of delight cast with gold silken waves touch the edges of everyone's mind.
"Hey, don't complain Bri, at least someone is trying to get you to kiss him!" Elawyn flashes a grain, that stubborn braid falling back over her shoulder. She flicks it behind her once more, but that requires her stopping in her scritching of the blue - though only momentarily. "You know, if I'm not careful, they might really keep me here for the rest of my life. Sorry boys, my arms are getting tired." She gives them one last scritch for good measure, then steps forward and out from between them and their little game. "Oh don't worry, I'm still working on life." She assures Ers'lan. "I mean, I don't go moping around the lack of dragon all the time, but can't a girl get a little misty eyed every now and again?"
«Khaoth is doing what you do…he is your brown shadow.» Sahazyth explains, ginger spiceyness overlaying her tone. «She does not dislike yours…she…gets nervous inside. Old pains itch.» She explains as best she can for her rider's behavior. As she hears Ers'lan talk to Elawyn she lifts her head up to the watch her reaction. One of her regrets for the girl, to not have joined them in the barracks. "The dragons like you…I reckon I heard. People get chosen cause they are meant to be friends to dragons in someway, to help em. You may still impress though…or you may help them in other ways." She offers and glances over to Fl'ynn for a moment, cheeks darkening before she quickly looks back to her dragon's hide.
"Too easy. There is something about playing hard to get." Fl'ynn drawls slowly, the words falling from his lips that are curled up just the slightest with the phantom of a grin. As Elawyn speaks, his head turns towards her, and that grin grows ever wider enough to deepen his dimples, "Temptation, thy name is Elawyn. Girls. Girls everywhere. And Lan, the rebel. Damn this knot!" His hand reaches across to take the weyrling knot from his shoulder and then blithely dash it to the sands. "Come, Kagenaith! Dance us back home before I jump someone." « Why would you jump someone? » As the blue walks along in his rider's wake, he leans in to snap up that knot in his maw, so it'll be well and slobbered by the time Fl'ynn thinks to take it back.
While Zhaoth may seem to be distracted from the conversation, he is not. Ers'lan puts a hand to his temple as the conversation carries within his brain. An odd look flashes across his face before he murmurs, "Zhaoth thinks ya be wastin time cryin, that ya should be pushin yer negative thoughts away…" An exasperated sigh from Ers'lan, likely for all the philosophy he has to spew out on behalf of his lifemate. Meanwhile, prance dance copy of Kagenaith is still happening. Isn't it fun?! Likely some sort of odd practice session for Zhaoth, all the same, it looks comical. Lan listens to Briana's advice as well, nodding in unison with the words of comfort and encouragement. Still, it seems that Fl'ynn's reaction to the preventative measures on their current livelihoods has the man laughing, an actual laugh that has been sevendays in coming, last heard sometime during candidacy. There's a broad grin on his face as he shakes his head, sharing the pain of Fl'ynn. Yet, he does shout out to the retreating back of Fl'ynn, "At least clean up after yerself this time! T'would help with the stains on yer blankets!" An obvious tease from guy to guy, but the ladies would pick up on it too.
"Maybe I'm supposed to be a dragonsinger. Entertain the dragons." Elawyn strikes a pose as if she's about to burst out in song, though she doesn't actually do it. Fl'ynn's antics actually break that pose for she falls into a giggle. "Don't worry, it's only temporary." She calls in encouragement to the bluerider. "Good job Kagenaith, he's going to need those knots later." She straightens and turns back to the dragon, then wags a finger at the brown. "Now did you see me crying, hm? Did a sing tear appear. Nae! It's not like I'm wallowing in despair and doing nothing! I'm moving on with my life! I just hope eventually I can do it with one of you beautiful creatures as a part of it, silly thing!" She leans over and whispers rather loudly to Ers'lan, "Is he always like this?"