Xanadu Weyr - Beach
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.
The tide laps against the docks as T'vis steps off of Itineranth's back and upon more solid ground. "There you big lump." The man chuckles. "Now get on out and we'll shine you up."
Ethne walks down towards the beach followed by a very radiant honey gold-hued dragon not far behind her. The woman appears to be at least showing a little now that she's into her second trimester of pregnancy. She looks distracted though not really noticing people but more noticing surroundings.
While the weyrwoman may not be noticing much, Itineranth has no such preoccupations. Spotting the glowing Gold he takes a deep breath and trumpets a greeting which echoes over the water and he digs his claws into the docks and pulls himself out of the water. "For—" T'vis glares at the small Bronze. "Itineranth…Is this why you wanted to be bathed at Xanadu by any chance?" The Bronze turns his head and wuffles happily at his Rider, nudging the bucket of oil which was set down nearby. Mellonath's not the only one who can be shinny, he just needs a bit more work and attention.
Mellonath on the other hand is not really as distracted but she seems a little irritable as she heads to find herself a spot on the beach. Unusual is the word for the golden one's change to self-centeredness around her proddy times as she takes it upon herself to sit and preen.
Following silent, if persistent directions, T'vis rolls his eyes and dips the brush into the bucket of oil and climbs upon his Dragon's back, beginning at the base of his head and working back toward the body. Itineranth watches the Gold preen with appreciation. «Greetings.» His voice is deep and confident as his eyes whirl with appreciation of the attention that itch is receiving.
Ethne looks towards Mellonath as she says quietly. "I just want to relax Mellonath… don't go making this hard." She sighs. It seems that the junior weyrwoman is likely uncomfortable add in a little bit irritable. Mellonath does respond. «Hello and greetings to you.»
Itineranth may just have been setting up for a reply when T'vis knocked him once between the shoulder blades to draw his attention. The man's irritated look soon turns to one of confusion. "What? Why?" He sighs and shakes his head, muttering something under his breath before looking over at Ethne. "Lovely day, weyrwoman." He continues to oil his Bronze at that point. Itineranth snorts. "That was not a half-hearted attempt at conversation." T'vis mutters.
Ethne looks over towards where the source of the voice comes from as Mellonath warbles to the bronze. She shakes her head. "Having problems over there?" She calls out.
T'vis looks up and offers an easy grin. "Same as always, hard headed Bronze." He lovingly taps Itineranth's shoulder as he slips down to coat the brush in fresh oil. As he climbs back up he rolls his eyes. "Fickle little beast, aren't you?" «You look _radiant_ today.» "Cut that out." «Would you like some company?» "I mean it."
Ethne shakes her head as she watches the man and his bronze and can't help but smile a little. It is when Mellonath responds that Ethne seems a little concerned. «Thank you… I'd like that». "Mellonath… did you just like forget Alandoth already?" She shakes her head.
"Hey!" As Itineranth moves to take the Gold up on her offer T'vis nearly falls from his perch between his wings. "Let a fellow climb down first, hmm?" Slipping to the ground he glances at the weyrwoman. "She's got herself a favorite then?" He smirks at the Bronze. "Tough luck, lover-boy."
Ethne gives a bit of a sigh. "Well Alandoth is my weyrmate's bronze." She replies softly. "Just when she gets like this… most times he catches her… just there are other times she enjoys leading males on I think."
T'vis nods and watches Itineranth makes his way over to Mellonath and offer a friendly warble. "He gets like this whenever he catches wind of a Proddy female, though Golds are worse, no offence, but I can usually talk him out of chasing a Green if we have pressing business."
Ethne nods quietly as she laughs. "Seems to be the way. It's hormonal after all, kinda hard for males to resist especially golds." She shakes her head. "Get used to it after a while even if it is awkward."
T'vis smirks. "Hard for just about anyone to resist a Gold." He offers with a grin. "Birth rates go up for just about everyone on in range then. Good thing they only happen above Weyrs." He eyes Itineranth as the small Bronze settles down near Mellonath without actually making contact. "I don't suppose she's just started all the glowing?" He offers.
Ethne gives a bit of a laugh. "No… she's been this way a few days… even more than that." She says. "Never expected her to get like this… her last flight and all wasn't even more than a turn ago."
T'vis frowns. "Get like what?" He eyes the pair with concern. "Don't get too cossy over there." Itineranth warbles happily at Melloneth. "I'm serious." T'vis frowns. "We should get going?" He shakes his head. "Looks like I'll need to rent a spare weyr or cabin…"
Ethne says quietly. "Just she usually is much longer between her clutches and well… not sure what is causing her to possibly rise so soon again." She shrugs. "Up to you." She says quietly. "My name's Ethne, you are?"
Itineranth takes a moment to glance at his Rider and snort his disgust at the man's lack of tack before returning his attention where it belongs. "Oh, hush up, Iti." The man smirks. "Sorry. I'm T'vis."
Mellonath is quite content where she is with the attention solely on her. She doesn't say much to the bronze as she just preens and relaxes.
Itineranth croons. «I pity any males who might give chase to such as you. It would take them a sevenday to catch sight of you once you take to the sky.» He spreads his wings and gives her a questioning look, «Though I hope you would not mind if I remained here to make the attempt nevertheless?»
Yes Mellonath is definitely entertained by the attention she is getting. «I do not mine having the attention at all.»
Itineranth arches his neck and warbles happily. «Then this unworthy creature will follow below and learn what it truly means to Fly.» "Laying it on a little thicker there, Iti…" T'vis muttters, rolling his eyes and settling himself down upon the beach to watch.
Ethne shakes her head as she watches what is going on as she sits down on the sand, her hand rests on her stomach as she looks at the water.
Itineranth folds his wings at his sides again and watches simply the Gold shine for a moment. «Only a fool would attempt to resist your charms, Mellonath.» T'vis shakes his head and glances at Ethne and her stomach. He frowns, "If she hadn't suddenly gone into heat would she have given you time to birth your child before being restricted to the heat of the Sands?"
Ethne looks towards T'vis as she says quietly. "I had my son shortly after the hatching with her last clutch."
T'vis shakes his head. "Bad luck or did you plan this one?" He nods towards her stomach. Itineranth stretches his head upward and snakes his head from side to side to get a better look at the younger Dragon.
Ethne looks towards T'vis as she says quietly. "Well not fully planned but definitely wanted."
T'vis grins and nods. "I've had good luck so far, and so do not have any possible children." He shakes his head. "I'd make a horrible father." He watches Itineranth and grins. "He's not that bad at it, though he's only caught two or three Golds." He shakes his head. "Right. Four. If you count Ophiliath twice though."
Ethne nods as she says quietly. "I guess it's not for everyone… I wasn't sure how I'd like being a mom but I love it, just wish I could spend more time with Kethalt."
T'vis nods. "I can't see myself settling down. Itineranth's perfect for that reason, moment we Graduated he was the one who wanted to check out Pern." He shrugs and grins. "We still are."