A Bad Day for Zevida

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.

Despite being winter, Zevida is on the beach. Her knees are pulled in and she's staring out at the water. Infact, she's not entirely alone as Avaeth is curled up around Zevida protectively, her wing draped over the woman. "You were right.." Is mumbled softly, "Avaeth." This might be heard by someone just passing by the unmoving gold and her rider.

Vivian does indeed hear the mumble, though it's a few moments before she can check to see who it is hidden under there and that they've not got any company. "Nice day for the beach?" She asks her with a faint smile on her face, the tone ever so slightly frosty with her sarcasm.

Zevida is turning her gaze towards Vivian, her eyes red from crying though not too recently as her cheeks aren't wet. She's narrowing her eyes and Avaeth is watching the other carefully. "Shove it." She's murmuring, "being on the beach is better than being anywhere else."

Vivian hadn't seen the eyes and smiles down at her, lips curling up at the corners. "So who is responsible for this then?" She asks her, her tone attempting to be more sympathetic, though that doesn't really reach her eyes as they watch her.

Zevida shrugs her shoulders a bit. "Idiot men." Is her response before she's rubbing at her eyes and frowning. "Satoris, being a shardin' idiot and expecting me to change Avaeth and make her /not/ rise. Can't do that…" The woman frowns more, eyeing Vivian for a moment. "Not like you'd care much.."

Vivian listens intently, her eyes watching all the time, observing. "It's not just men who have the monopoly on being idiots." She replies. "I have to deal with idiots all the time, keep the worst away from the weyrleader." She explains. "Though anyone who lives in a weyr should know exactly how a flight works." Her brows peak as she narrows her eyes. "He must be a really special kind of stupid if he thought he could change that."

Zevida huffs out a breath softly, "they're the idiots most of the time." She mutters, then laughs softly. "Are you the Weyrleader's guard, then?" Though, there's no sarcasm in her tone the question may be a little harsh. "From a Hold. I guess he is a special kind of stupid, expecting me to change that.. Then accusing me of using Avaeth as an excuse to sleep with someone else.. He's a shardin' fool."

"I'm his secretary, so close enough to his guard." Replies Vivian with an almost pleasant smile. "Most of the holders are like that, think we're all sluts at the weyr." She says, "It's not like they have to deal with the consequences is it. Come on, I've seen some of what my mother has slept with as a result of flights." She shrugs her shoulders, "It's what you have to put up with thanks to the golden one there. You should send him to speak to a greenrider about it."

Zevida aahs softly, lifting a brow only slightly. "Yes, they do. I suppose we look it, seeing as greenriders get proddy so much." She grumbles, stretching out her legs finally. "No, they don't have to deal with it, and they make a huge fuss of it." Her eyes roll and she smiles. "There are some bad ones, yeah. At least I'm strong enough to kick them out of my weyr after.. I don't mind what comes along with Avaeth. Wouldn't change it for anything." A pause, "I'm not talking to him. But, I'm sure I can send a proddy greenrider his way.."

Vivian nods her head with what sounds like an almost evil laugh emerging from her. "It'll certainly teach him a thing or two about weyrlife, and lets face it he'll still have a choice to say no, unlike you." She smiles again. "How much longer has she got?" She asks nodding her head towards Avaeth.

Zevida laughs, "it'll just make him feel weird. Certainly more so if that greenrider is a man." Oh no, Zevi's not wicked at all. "No, I can't say no. I've told him that." A pause and she's looking up at her lifemate. "A month or so.. Hoping for a better flight now that she's older. Her last two only had about seven in all."

Vivian grins at the thought. "Oh well, he'll learn if he intends on sticking around here." She says with a slight shake of her head. "You may have told him, doesn't mean it's sunk in here." She says tapping a painted fingernail to her head. "They're like that." She adds with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. "Just think of all the candidates running around for us again, we've just had a two clutches hatch. I don't think the weyrlingstaff are going to be having much fun if yours is nearly ready to clutch as well."

Zevida laughs softly, "he will. He won't leave, he's got his lovely mine to worry about." A sigh and she shrugs, "they are. But, no. Avaeth's not going to clutch. She'll be rising.. Why I'm hoping for a better flight. The longer, the higher.. The more eggs. It's not like she's.. A bad flier. She just gets caught at the wrong moment."

Vivian rolls her eyes at that, "How on earth does he intend to keep you when he's thinking about a dirty hole in the ground." She shakes her head, she really doesn't get those people who do manual labour for a living, especially miners, there is a very specific hatred there. "She needs to play aerial tag more often then, that'll give her lots of good practice."

Zevida grins slowly, "he's a miner. But the mine comes first." Her eyes roll, despite the fact that she did encourage work first, play later. "Hm. Yeah.. We'll see about doing more excercises.." She muses, slowly rising. "Well, I have work to do. I imagine I'll see you soon." Or not, depending on how time works out. Avaeth is rising after her rider, following behind her as they head towards the clearing. At least Zevi's been motivated to go back to work.

Vivian smiles and nods her head, the smile itself has an almost vindictive edge to it that's not quite successful at smothering quickly enough. "Miners." She mutters by way of a response. "I'm usually around somewhere, I'd be interested to hear how fixing him up with a greenrider pans out." She explains to her before she too thinks about moving on and continues on her walk, a slightly springier step to her stride.

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