Xanadu Weyr - Coastal Road
This coastal road runs parallel with the edge of beach that stretches endlessly beside the Caspian Lake. From coast to inland the dunes of the beach grow smaller and smaller until they eventually peter out into nothing but small moguls in the sand. The path is eventually seen to be blocked by a river that reaches the lake just south of the point where the road turns west and crosses a grassy meadow towards a sturdy wooden bridge that can be seen in the distance.
Recent postings to new areas were always awkward. That in mind, Iosas has taken it upon himself to explore the area that would be his new home for…well, Faranth only knew how long. So…he's walking along this coastal road. He's exploring, of course…not enjoying this nice view of the sea. Nope, not him. The slow, scuffling footsteps just mean he's carefully taking in his surroundings….
Actually, Iosas is just enjoying the view. The trip from Landing had been stressful, because he'd had to move everything by himself. And his back is hurting. So he's walking to relax, and to calm his nerves.
Iosas might be enjoying the view, but the scenery that greets Silion the moment he steps out of his weyr is relentlessly mundane. Familiarity has given way to disregard for his surroundings, leaving him engrossed in the literature of some nameless text instead. There's a picnic basket slung at the crook of an elbow, sheet folded neatly over the aromatic food tucked safely inside. One hand holds fast to a container of what is most assuredly water or klah, and the other is supporting his book at the spine, open for the world to see. One step, two steps, and the older teenager is colliding with his junior (though clearly not in size), looking up with startling realization as his beverage (containing juice! of all things) is clattering to the ground, soiling the book that follows immediately after. "Oh, Faranth. I am so sorry," Silion stammers, looking torn between saving his book, or assuring himself that Iosas is okay. He settles on depositing his basket next to his feet and reaching out hands to brush off dust that probably hasn't even fallen on the other instead. "Are you okay? I should have been paying attention. Oh, I'm so sorry." And then he's down on his knees to gather his book and bat one hand uselessly against the now murky pages.
Iosas gives a soft 'oof' as the other fellow runs into him. "Oh." He pauses, to take stock of the situation. Thankfully, the juice had managed not to spill on him. Whew, that would have been messy. But there are more important things to deal with now. "Ah yes…I'm fine, no harm done." He moves to try and rescue the book as much as he can. Which may or may not do much good. "Oh dear…is it completely ruined?" He sounds dismayed.
Silion lifts the dripping text from the ground betwixt two fingers, eyeing it with a contorted look of borderline disgust before he's turning a brilliant smile up and onto Iosas. "No harm, no foul," he murmurs, echoing the other's words as he tucks the book carefully away onto the aforementioned sheet lining his picnic basket. When collision turned apology begins to get a little awkward, Sil rights himself to his full height, extending one arm to allow the larger teen to shake if he wants. "Silion, by the way. I'm sorry again, and well met. Would you like to join me for a picnic? It's the least I can do to apologize. I was just headed to the meadow."
Iosas does indeed return the handshake, with a firm, steady one of his own. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Iosas. Recently posted here from Landing," he returns. And he nods. "If you wouldn't mind the company," he accepts. "I've yet to see much of the place."
"Landing?" Sil inquires, curiousity piqued. "So you're new here, then? I'm pretty new myself, actually. Born in Fort, moved to Eastern, to Ierne, and finally here." Which is where he will probably wait out the rest of his life, chasing after the coat-tails of his blueriding weyrmate. The smaller youth hefts the basket back up, locking it at his elbow again as the emptied canister is gathered and given a thoughtful look. "I hope you don't mind it without juice? I have water, but that never tastes as good with food as flavored drinks do, does it?" He waits for the okay either way, because really, his home is a step or two behind him, and it wouldn't be very much trouble to retreat back inside to refill what was lost.
Iosas nods as he's asked about his previous place of residence. "Yes, that's right," he confirms. Then he explains further, "Glass Craft." Figuring that would explain it. A smile. "You've lived all over, it sounds like," he comments, with a chuckle. No juice? That doesn't seem to bother him. "I don't mind at all," Iosas replies easily enough. "Though if you want to get more, I can wait here. Or if you'd like me to get some — because it's sort of my fault it was spilled anyway — I can go run and get some quickly…."
(OOC: Silion had to leave, so the scene was OOCly considered to have faded to a pleasant picnic.)