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Xanadu Weyr - Meadow Ridge

The meadow continues its gentle rolls and dips, grass tall and short waving in the slightest of breezes. Each hill seems to grow a bit higher, a bit steeper, as eventually, the meadow works up to a large ridge, the top flattening out at its new elevation. From the top of the ridge, the view is certainly something to be admired - higher than the majority of the trees, one can look out over the rest of Xanadu Weyr proper. The houses in the lower meadow - each roof a different color - and the clock tower peeking upwards from the its forest surroundings are all visible, as is the cliff that houses the Weyr Caverns themselves. And yet, the ridge also holds an amazing view of the night sky - horizon to horizon - unaffected by the light pollution of the more heavily traveled regions. Settled upon the ridge is a rather distinctive looking building - nearing three stories tall, circular grey walls have carefully been erected, and a large dome is settled upon this solid foundation. Large panels make up the roof, aside from one section which remains open, and from which the telescope the struction houses peeks out. Sitting adjacent to the tower is a long, low building, meant to serve as offices, record rooms and dorms for those who man the observatory, as well as providing a handy platform for those who seek to use smaller, hand-held 'scopes.

Despite the overcast and threat of rain almost a constant, it was starting to cool as Xanadu officially departed summer and was headed into Autumn. Yet it was still muggy and uncomfortable, the air was thick even up upon the ridge that overlooked the weyr. Pyriel sits under one of the few trees that still jut out from the otherwise flat plain that stretches down over rolling hills of grass leading into the meadow. He's idly practicing on a guitar, going up and down scales between cords.

Briana has been at the weyr a couple days, visiting her uncle and 'cousin' Ladella and well getting aquainted with Bakercraft. The girl is now proudly sporting an Apprentice's badge for the craft and has pretty much been walking on air since she was admitted. A sense of purpose filling her now. For now though she is given to exploration of a weyr that long ago used to be her home. Her steps have found her way to the ridge so that she can overlook the weyr, but it is music instead she hears and she looks about curiously for the source.

A fluffy blond head can be seen down a couple yards from where Briana stands, obscuring his face as it's down turned. Pyriel is rather consumed in his own craft presently, the simple blue harper apprentice knot on his shoulder proof enough of that. Soft humming pipes in after the warm ups turn into a calming pluck of strings, blending seamlessly into words. "Dunno where ya came from, not that I care. Yer smile shot right through me, without a moment to prepare. Ya caught me off guard, I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready…" he croons, the strings turning into complex cords with a few miner mistakes, but his voice is unwavering pure. "Where do we go from here? I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready… The world starts to disappear. How am I supposed to deal with this? I wasn't ready, I really wasn't ready…"

Briana opens her mouth to speak, but as he starts to sing she closes it again sensing something special here. Her hands clasp before afraid even to retreat less she disturb the young man from his playing. There is a cant of her head and a sweet smile to her lips as she listens to the words being sung. When it seems as though he is done she gives a light applause. "That was very pretty…" She says in a light voice. "Don't reckon I have heard a nicer voice in a long time, but don't tell Sora that."

Pyriel was likely to continue, but when the female voice interrupts, his head comes up. Golden eyes nearly matching her own rise up to meet. Course the boy was much lighter skinned and seemed privy to punching holes into himself considering all his piercings. The music stops short though, and the harper's chin lifts a bit. A blink and he sets the guitar gently aside, leaning up against the tree much like himself. "I'm a guy, I don't sing pretty." he corrects shortly, checking the unfamiliar girl out head to toe appraisingly. A little jerk of his brows is about all the approval of what he sees, gets. "Uh, dunno who that is…" A pause. "Not that I care." Blunt, and unapologetic, it appeared the lad wasn't the kind to sweet coat how he really felt. "Ya can't be from Xanadu, I totally would of remembered seeing a hot piece of action like ya around."

No doubt no stranger to peircings and tattoos at the compound, they phase Briana little though she does look at them curiously as he looks up. At the correction she arches a brow, "Well it was meant as a compliment, you have a good voice all the same, pretty or no." She comments slipping her hands up to her hips. "Sora is the harper at Ista, she really has a pretty voice too." She comments meeting his appraisal with an direct look of her own. Her lips set in a thin line at his comment, "I am originally from her, but haven't been here in a time. I came to visit my Uncle Delenn." She says with a sharpness to her voice, "And that is not very polite."

Shoulders lift in a shrug, used to that sort of reaction to his crass way of speaking. It doesn't phase him at all at least, or doesn't appear to outwardly. He does stiffen a bit though when the girl talks about her uncle. "Ya mean that greenrider, D'len?" he asks, nearly spitting out the words. No love there, that's for sure. He eyes Briana closer at this point, "Not really seeing the resemblance." Perhaps with a hopeful note that the relation wasn't biological. "Whoever said I was polite? If ya don't like it ya can just turn that cute little backside of yers around and head right back to where ever ya came from."

"Yeah, not used to his rider name." Briana says with a faint shrug before he comments about the resemblance, "Well, we ain't got proper blood between us but he raised me a bit when I was a youngling." She says and tilts her head, "Reckon that makes him family more than my father was anyway." She says with another shrug of her shoulders and she turns to look out over the weyr. "I certainly did not. Can't imagine you get many girls talking like that to them." She says though a bit of darkness comes to her cheeks at the cute backside comment and she smooths her dress down self consciously.

Fading interest is renewed upon hearing that the greenrider in question was not in fact related by blood to the pretty Istan girl. Pyriel is keenly observant when he cared to be, so despite what Briana says, he'd certainly noticed the way her cheeks flushed when he mentioned her behind. He sits up straight a moment before bending over his folded legs, picking at the dark green grass before him idly. "Oh ya'd be surprised I think." he laughs.

Briana is a fairly pretty thing as well, if a bit on the slim side. Her mocca skin giving her an exotic quality, as well the scar that graces her right arm from shoulder to elbow. A little girly in a sundress and wearing her long curly hair down. There is also an air of someone who is not quite aware how pretty she is. Her golden eyes look over the weyr even as he looks over her, her features lost for a moment in the foggy memories of her childhood hear. His laughter breaks into her thoughts and her skin darkens a little more before she looks down at him with wide eyes. "I..I have a boyfriend." She finally says in almost a defensive tone.

Pyriel arches his pierced brow at mention of a boyfriend, once again noting the darkening of the girl's dusky flesh. "Ah, that's no fun." he resigns, deflating slightly. That rekindled interest rapidly disappearing. From the looks of it, regardless of his demeanor, he wasn't in fact the type to go around trying to make a pass at girls already taken. "Guess ya'll have to dump him if ya want some of this." There was no joking tone or teasing twinkle to his expression, so it's quite possible he was completely serious. Tsking softly, he brushes his hands off on his pants and pushes himself to his feet. Picking up the guitar, he loops it over his body with a black and white checkered strap across his chest and settles it carefully into place against his back. He strolls on over to Briana, pausing behind her to murmur quietly against the curl of her long hair. "You won't be disappointed." The grin was clearly apparent in the purr of his tenor, slightly husky and promising everything that she could possibly imagine. Someone clearly had no issue with self esteem.

At his response to her words, first she seems to relax before he finally does speak and Briana sighs again crossing her arms over her chest. "I am quite happy thank you very much." She says and turns her gaze back to the weyr proper again, a set look to her features. The teen looks quite set on ignoring the young man just now. Determined to enjoy her morning walk. Then the voice is right behind her breathing into her hair and she spins around, her hand raised to hit him if not stopped. So she is a little twitchy it seems.

An arm comes up to easily block the incoming strike, which considering his way of putting someone off right at the get go, could only be from practice. Pyriel chuckles as he takes several steps back to give Briana some space before his hands slide into the pockets of his trousers. "It's not very nice to hit people ya know." he says, clucking his tongue on the roof of his mouth. "Especially if they can't hit ya back." Cause hitting girls was a no no. "If ya change yer mind about the boyfriend, or if ya just get bored of him, I'll be around." he laughs, with a uptilt of his chin before heading out. A wave seen over his shoulder, "Later, pretty girl."

As he deflects her hand, the look in her gaze looks more fear than anger in that moment. Her breath held before she quickly pulls her hand away and takes a step back. "Well…well you shouldn't come up on people like that…" She says in a rush of words before she crosses her hands over her chest again. "You look quite fit enough to be able to hit back." Well those rules surely didn't apply where she was raised. Such a concept terribly new to her. She makes a step to leave before she notices him leaving and she just pauses instead turning back to look over the weyr again, her lips set in a thin line.

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