Contemplation in the Fog

-Xanadu Weyr - Meadow Ridge(#11311RJ)

The meadow continues its gentle rolls and dips, grass tall and short waving in the slightest of breezes. Each hill seems to grow a bit higher, a bit steeper, as eventually, the meadow works up to a large ridge, the top flattening out at its new elevation.
From the top of the ridge, the view is certainly something to be admired - higher than the majority of the trees, one can look out over the rest of Xanadu Weyr proper. The houses in the lower meadow - each roof a different color - and the clock tower peeking upwards from the its forest surroundings are all visible, as is the cliff that houses the Weyr Caverns themselves. And yet, the ridge also holds an amazing view of the night sky - horizon to horizon - unaffected by the light pollution of the more heavily traveled regions.
Settled upon the ridge is a rather distinctive looking building - nearing three stories tall, circular grey walls have carefully been erected, and a large dome is settled upon this solid foundation. Large panels make up the roof, aside from one section which remains open, and from which the telescope the struction houses peeks out. Sitting adjacent to the tower is a long, low building, meant to serve as offices, record rooms and dorms for those who man the observatory, as well as providing a handy platform for those who seek to use smaller, hand-held 'scopes.


The evening has brought in the fog, curling over the weyr with tendrils of approaching dampness. Up on the ridge where the view is usually excellent, things are shrouded and visibility is poor, but that doesn't stop Muir from sitting with his back against the observatory, looking out across the landscape. Kenpo prowls around the base of the tower, scratching at bugs and finding some fresh prey to gobble down

Ah fog. How you haunt thee. No seriously, what's with all the fog? Mikal's come out of the hatching ground area and discovered fog everywhere. No matter though. He's caught up enough on chores to take a walk along the meadow and simply day dream. As the eggs harden he spends more time peering at them from the galleries just to watch and wonder. Letting his feet take him where they may, he ends up on the ridge. a not so normal path for him but he simple continues along until he's at the observatory. Here he spies Muir so he ambles over. "Mind if I join?" he inquires of his fellow candidate.

Muir glances up at the approach of another, his grin quick and crooked. "Naw, take a seat. How've you been today?" Waving a hand through the mist, he grins when it curls away from his touch.

Mikal pulls up a patch of ground and sits, stretching his lanky legs before him. "Did chores with the littles today." he holds out his hands to show. They are still several shades of blue paint. "Hard to get this stuff off." remarks Mikal with a faint grin. "Marel offered to knit me gloves."

Muir wrinkles his nose. "Painting, then?" he asks, peering at Mikal's hands. "Do you like littles?" he asks curiously, leaning back and tucking his knees up, wrapping his arms around them as he gazes into the fog. "She's a good knitter. Knitteress?" What's the right word? He shrugs, not seeming to care that much.

"Painting." Mikal confirms. "Though mostly on me. And…the walls. And the floor…some on the table. Maybe a little on the chair." really there's no question why the nannies told him he was done with that particular chore today. A few hours early. "Like 'em? Naw…not much really." clearly a lad who's not interesting in having any of his own. "Knitter sounds good." a pause. "But so does knitters."

Muir blinks, and then laughs. "Man. I pity whoever has clean up duty today. That's /harsh/ of you. Glad it's not me!" Leaning back, he stretches his legs out as Kenpo scampers up onto his thigh, perching there on his haunches, balanced perfectly even when Muir shifts his leg, testing him. The firelizard only makes subtle adjustments of his weight to remain upright. "Me neither," he admits with a frown. "They're…boring."

Mikal puts on a mostly innocent expression. "Hey I tried to get the kids to stop!" something he wasn't successful in doing. "Not only boring but quite loud when they are younger. Like 3 and 4. I suppose they get more interesting though after 10."

Muir nods, "Yeah, like…when they can talk and not poop in their pants and stuff. Then they're alright I guess. Can get them to do stuff, too." Trick them into sneaking stuff out of the kitchens for you. Muir isn't above some child labor.

Mikal tilts his head in thought a moment. "Yeah, getting them to knick stuff from ya is a good trick too." he concedes. He too isn't arguing with menial child labor. "So how did your chores go today?"

Muir shrugs, "Fine. I had dishwashing. Got lots of good food, but my hands are all sore and chapped. And I caught a knife with my thumb, so that's wrapped," and he shows it off. "Hurts, but maybe they'll go easy on me because of it." So much for working to his full potential, huh? He's still slacking off.

Mikal eyes the wrapped thumb. "Ouch." he sympathizes. "Yeah..,maybe they won't give you any chores with water until it is healed."

Muir shrugs, grin wry. "Or any chores at all?" Though he seriously doubts that. Not for a stuck thumb. "So…what did you think of the eggs?" he asks, a furrow growing between his brows.

Mikal leans back some more, crossing one ankle over the other. "Been out there on the sands a few times. S'kinda funny the eggs that I'm more drawn too aren't the same from when I was watching them." he murmurs thoughtfully. "I think my favorite is the egg that looks like it's caught up in fire." fanning the flames.

Muir shakes his head slowly. "It's bizarre. I…didn't think they'd be so damn /pushy/," he mutters under his breath, looking a bit…well. Insulted. "There's one I really like. And one that…knew /way/ too much about me. Way, way too much. I need to talk to Marel about it."

Mikal nods quickly at that. "It's almost like they…they could get into our head and know our thoughts." he sighs the soft, wistful longing of one who wants to know if his life mate resides on the sands right now or not. "It was the same when I Stood at Fort too. But…no dragon hatched for me there and I thought for sure this one egg.." he trails off.

Muir nods a bit, turning his head to watch the other with interest. "What was in it?" he asks curiously. "Who did it go to?" He fidgets a little bit and then exhales. "We're still young tho. If…if our dragons aren't out there, then maybe next time…"

Mikal bites his lip in thought a moment. "It was a bronze actually but I don't remember who it went too." he finally answers after a pause. "Well sure…I mean I've heard of older people being Impressed. Like at 19 and 20. But…" he trails off somewhat with an uncertain tone. "…it wouldn't mean nothing bad to be left on the Sands again, right?"

Muir turns to look into the fog. "What do you mean? Like…you've been left standing twice so you're a loser?" Harsh. "I don't think so, no. Some dragon saw something in you. Not like you never got asked. And maybe some day…if it's not this one." He shrugs and sighs, hugging his knees again. "I'm trying so hard not to hope," he admits softly.

Mikal's expression twists a moment. "I'm trying to simply accept what happens happens and not look too much past that." idly he traces a stain on his pants leg with his fingers. "Right now though it's kinda fun being a candidate here with all my friends."

Muir nods, "Was it not fun in Fort? I'm glad you're having fun though, that's a big thing for sure. I mean…why do it if it's not fun?"

Mikal nods his head slowly. "It was fun there..but I really missed Xanadu when I was there at Fort. And I think I get along more here than I did there. There was this small group that wasn't too nice to me. And this one guy who was so insistent he was going to Impresse Bronze.

Muir frowns, "Really? That's rude. What a bunch of jerks. And pfft, any guy that talks like that is an ass. Did he impress at all?"

Mikal can't help but keep the smugness out of his tone. "He didn't. He was so upset after the last one Impressed and he was left standing that he fell to his knees and had to be taken to the infirmary with burns to his legs."

Muir snorts, what an idiot," he says, shaking his head. "Maybe that taught him some humility. I mean, I know I'm awesome but even I'm not stupid enough to insist that I /am/ going to impress. That's just…ugh. I think the dragons can sense that."

Mikal shakes his head. "There's no way we could know if we'll Impress or not." he says hastily. "I mean it's like you said right…the dragons saw /something/ in us so if we don't this time it just means that somewhere our egg hasn't been laid yet." he heaves a large sigh as if suddenly it really does make sense in his mind. "He was an idiot though. I hope he learned something though." he adds in agreement.

Muir nods. "Yeah," he says, agreeing fully. Then he sighs. "Still. It sure would be nice to impress this time. Here. With all you guys…so." His grin is crooked, wry and a little sad. "So who knows, I guess. Just have to keep…doing chores and hoping, or not. It's just hard to balance. I don't want to be the one falling to my knees if I'm left standing. But it seems stupid to not /hope/."

Mikal nods. "It would be nice to Impress and be together with you, Marel, Zahl, Kale…" he grins crookedly. "Well we gotta hope. And wait." it's the waiting that sucks for him. "I'll keep you if you start to fall to your knees." he promises.

Muir's grin widens. "Shards, Kale. He's a piece of work." But then he sighs, exhaling heavily. "I hope…whatever happens, that it happens to both Marel and me. You know? We either both get it, or we both don't. I can't…" He fidgets, shaking his head and pushing a hand through his hair, suddenly agitated at the thought.

Mikal wrinkles his nose at the thought of that. "Yeah…I hope you both find your lifemates. Maybe two dragons that look alike?" he grins, trying to lighten the sudden agitation in Muir. "Like maybe two blues that having birthmarks on their wings." he says, grinning. "Or they both start with M for their names."

Muir snorts a laugh, though he's grinning at Mikal just the same. "Yeah, two blues…" he muses. "Maybe one light and one dark. She and I aren't identical you know," he teases. Obviously they're not identical in looks. Nor personalities. "Just don't want to leave her behind. Or…or be left. It was hard enough the few nights she was in the barracks and I was at home." Awwww.

Mikal grins with a friendly eye roll. "You aren't identical?" he teases back. "So that would be even cooler if your dragons were more identical in looks." he points out. "Or personalities. Do you think if we find our life mates that they will be like us or completely different?"

Muir chuckles, shaking his head. "I don't know…" he answers honestly, with a shrug. "I just…I want a dragon that matches me. One that's not…pushing me around. I hated the eggs that were too nosy. But…aren't dragons nosy by nature? I mean they're /in/ your head."

Mikal nods. "Maybe they weren't trying to be nosy but just…learn about you. See if you were the one they are looking for. Like the perfect match. Which egg did you like best?"

Muir gets a distant look, and in the end he just smiles. "The first one I touched, actually. It's…the bright one. The one that looks like it's got a storm all across the shell. It was…curious, but not demanding. Didn't…it wasn't a jerk about it. It wanted to know about me, and it…it seemed to like me."

Mikal thinks back a moment to recall that egg. "Oh yea…it wasn't all pushy inside my head." he agrees. "My favorite…I didn't touch until my second time on the sands. It wasn't at all what I expected either. IT was more like a gentle warmth around me."

"Oh yeah? Which one was that?" Muir asks curiously. "All the ones I touched after that first one were either really pushy or just…eerie. Way eerie. I don't think I'll touch any others…"

"The one that looks like it's all in flames." fanning the flame egg. "After touching a few of them that just made me feel like…I dunno, overwhelmed, I just went to the closeest egg and that one was it. It was…so much softer than the others. I like that one and the one that looks like a whole field of flowers. It's like…like I could really sense the little guy in there and he /wanted/ to meet me."

Muir nods, and then he grins. "Well then maybe that's your dragon, then," he says with some hope. Then he pushes to his feet, scooping Kenpo onto his shoulder. "I'm gonna head back I think, before the fog gets too thick to find anything.

Mikal hops up as Muir does. "Yeah, I should peek into the infirmary and make sure I'm all done in there too." he casts a lopsided grin to Muir. "Well..no matter what happens though we'll find out together!"

Muir grins, "That's true enough!" he says, offering Mikal a clap on the shoulder. "See 'ya back in the barracks," he says, before he strolls off into the fog, whistling.

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