Names are Such Trouble.

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.

A bright spring day, waves crashing onto the shore, insects buzzing annoying around ears, and weyrling scrubbing the stench of firestone from dragon hides. Or at least one weyrling is currently working on that task. Kera reaches down, grabbing handful of sloggy snad and flinging it up onto Moncerath's neck, then start working her brush into small circles. Her tiny brown sems to be perched on the green's neck, chittering softly and he tries to help bathe the biggest membr of his little family.

Najara is out for a walk, in a light yellow sundress and a pair of sandals. She makes her way along the beach, watching the waves and the various others around, then waves to Kera when she notices the weyrling bathing her dragon.

Kera scoops up water, in a flinging sorta way, to rinse the sandy grit and firestone odor away. The weyrling doesn't notice anything on the beach just yet, not til a little green birdy, or dragon told her so. Looking beachward, the greenling brandishes the scrubby brush calling towards the beach "G'day…" She trails off as if trying to recall something "…Najareal?"

Najara is probably glad the wind is blowing away from that dragon so she doesn't get a noseful of firestone. She giggles at Kera's attempt, and shakes her head. "Almost! Najara."

Kera grins, nodding towards the beach "Najara, my appologies. Welcome to Xanadu." A few seconds later, Moncerath warbles a greeting as well before going back to being pampered by weyrling and lizard. Splashing up a bit more water, and leaning forward to give her dragonmate a sniff test, Kera nods approvingly and sends her dragonmate to play in the water a bit. Minimur abandons his perch, for a Kera shoulder as she starts towards the sand. "I think firestone training is my least favorite of the training drills." She makes a faces and waves her hand in the air to make her point.

Najara waves a hand, smiling. "Names are such trouble to try to keep track of. Perhaps it would be simpler if we were all like firelizards and just thought pictures of each other!" She smiles, then tilts her head. "Why do you work with firestone, nowadays?"

Kera considers Najara's suggestion and chuckles "That would definitely be much simpler." Sloshing out of the water, she steps over to where a towel is dropped onto a large satchel. Swiping away most of the excess dripping water, she shrugs as if not completely sure herself. "I suppose it may be because that's they way Weyr's have always done their training? So, tradition perhaps?" Glancing back to the water to see her dragonmate sinking below to swim about, she starts dabbing the towel at Minimur some. "I doubt I'll get used to the odor, but I don't think it will hurt for her to have the firemaking skill. It might just come in handy one day." Like when Kera needs a campfire and can't get it started on her own. Peering back to Najara. "Here I am blathering on….come to enjoy the beach today? The water's gotten nice and warm."

Najara laughs a little and nods along, then listens to Kera's thoughts about the training. "Well, perhaps so. Sometimes things do just keep on the way they've been, until there's some reason to change." She smiles, then eyes the water. "Oh, I don't know. Warm for you might yet freeze /me/ solid!"

Kera finishes spot drying her lizard and the little brown wings off to perch in the tree line. "Oh no, it's almost cozy warm til about forty feet out, it starts getting cooler at that point." Crouching down, she rummages through her satchel a moment before tugging out a pair of shorts, which she slips on over her bathing suit. "You should enjoy it."

Najara still looks a bit dubious of the water. "I've been at Eastern," she explains. "I'm still recovering just from being here over the winter, and I spent most of that /indoors/…" She does pad a bit closer to the water, though.

Kera ahs softly and nods "Well Spring has a good hold at Xanadu, It's nice and warm out there." She points towards the water, and her dragonmate "Just past where Mon, that's where it starts getting cooler the further out you go." Grinning to Najara "You and me both. Only, with Moncerath, I had no choice but to brave the winds and snow to see to her needs sometimes." Thankfully, those times are almost past.

Najara laughs softly, and nods. "I suppose your dragon does need you, rain or shine." She smiles, watching the green. "There's some things you just can't avoid, no matter how much you run."

Kera nods agreeably, chuckling as a quick headshake rattles her head "There's no arguing with either point." While they chat, Moncerath has been having fun swimming about in the deep water. Propelling herself towards the shore, soon she waddles onto the beach, dripping the whole way. "Yea, and right now, she needs drying." Kera takes her time going about the task though, every bit that drips on its own, she doesn't have to swipe at. She does eventually start fanning the towel across her dragonmate's hide, casting glances to Najara over her shoulder as she does. "Are you finding your way around the Weyr well enough? I got lost a lot when I was first posted here."

Najara nods, and steps aside to let Kera do that drying. Herself, well, she's going to stay dry for the moment. Even if the waters are surely warmer than they've been in months! "Oh, I'm doing okay. I've had some showing around. Besides, I'm sort of just visiting, anyhow, so it's not that awful if I /do/ get lost."

Kera climbs partway up Moncerath when the green crouches down, and passes the towel here and there over the green hued hide. Nodding down to Najara, she flashes a grin and winks good naturedly "I've still the old map I used when I first got here. You're welcome to it if you decide you need it." Scuttling along Moncerath's back, she continues trying where she can reach. "Are you looking for someone specific? I may be able to help find whoever ya are visiting." Or more likely Moncerath with a few little draconic inquires.

Najara laughs a little. "Oh, I think I'll be okay. I'm just out for a bit of fresh air while I've the chance. Which…" she considers a moment. "I should likely be getting back, actually. It was nice seeing you, though!"

Kera waves her towel, sorta, to Najara with a chuckle "Alright. Nice seeing you again Najara. I promise not to mangle your name on our next meeting." A little chuckle slips out. "Enjoy the rest of your visit."

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