Nighttime on the Beach

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 skies twinkle above Xanadu Weyr, their stillness creating a mock serenity over the small Bronze who rests at the edge of the dock and the man who leans agains his side, carressing the large head in his lap and glancing over the water sightlessly.

Ethne looks around as she comes down onto the beach and sits quietly off to herself. The junior weyrwoman seems a bit distant as she just politely waves to others but doesn't really talk.

Neither the Bronze nor his Rider notice the new arrival in the starlit gloom, the man in a half-doze rests his cheek against his Lifemate's muzzle. It is the small blue who is curled up in his lap that rises silently at the new movement and crawls to the ground, carefully making his way from the dock to glide down to the beach. Once he's upon the damp soil, Peter begins to work his way around the other couples and Pairs who have decided to enjoy the clear night's sky.

Ethne closes her eyes as she takes off her sandals and lets the cooler sand through her toes. She doesn't lay back but she does seem to try to relax from the heat and likely not going to have many of the healers happy about her leaving the cot and all unless it was to sleep in her weyr. She gives a soft yawn.

Peter eventually makes his way to the proper person and resumes his headbutting for scritches on Ethne's nearest hand, chittering softly and happily as seeing the woman again after nearly a full sevenday.

Ethne feels the nudge of the small blue firelizard's head against her hand and gives a sigh as she opens her eyes and realizes it's not one of hers. "Oh hello little fella." Of course, where that one is… his owner isn't normally that far either."

Peter chitters softly and nudges the hand again with a croon. Come on, you know you want to. As for his human, he may be around, but can the weyrwoman pick out the small Bronze from all the other Dragons enjoying the starlight? Does she even want to?

Ethne sighs as she says quietly towards the blue firelizard. "Well at least someone doesn't mind my company outside of those in my family, Mellonath and my firelizards." She smirks.

Peter chirps, his glowing orbs turning toward the docks for a moment before he crawls up into the woman's lap with a soft sigh. He glances up at her and gives a soft croon as he's managed to settle down just sort of headbutting reach of either of her hands. A pair of glowing eyes appear from the end of the dock but do not move. After all, T'vis is still leaning his cheek against Itineranth muzzle after all.

Ethne scritches the small blue lightly on the eyeridges as says softly. "I'm so nervous that this baby will come when K'ralt is busy or something."

Peter croons, content to act as the sounding board, expecially in exchange for such expert scritching. He chirps and lifts his head, offering a slight hiss in exchange for the usual greeting from Tail as the green settles down at the waterline. Content that the blue knows she's in charge, the green turns and wades into the water, ready for some starlit fishing.

Ethne nods quietly as she looks towards the blue firelizard as she sighs. "This baby just doesn't seem to want to settle today." She says.

Peter moves along the woman's lap to settle upon the belly. He looks down at it and croons softly before looking at Tail and chittering softly for her imput. The pair of glowing orbs upon the dock begin to whirl faster though they still do not move as T'vis has nearly fallen sleep against the Bronze's muzzle.

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