Nothin' but a Sandhold
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Xanadu Weyr - Clearing

A wide clearing stretches from east to west, the ground packed hard although grass grows across most of it. Trees are strictly forbidden in this space, their danger to the constant draconic traffic reason enough to banish them to the forest that creates a this and sharp border to the north. Where the ground is less trampled, tiny flowers poke their delicate heads out from their shaded hiding places with upturned petals to wave to whoever may be looking.
The cliff looms imposingly on three sides, stretching upwards all the way up the side of the mountain where, high above, Xanadu's Star Stones and the ever present watchdragon sit on a lonely peak. Directly south is a massive tunnel, fully wide enough for even the largest dragon to fly down. Southeast are wide steps leading up to the Caverns and eastwards is the large entrance to the Infirmary. Somewhat north of the Infirmary is a human sized archway that has a frequent quantity of traffic — it leads to the Tavern. Southwest lies the low ledges currently belonging to Xanadu's queens while north and west a broad path cut by the side of the cliff leads to the Feeding Grounds and due north is the spacious trail that leads to the rest of the Weyr.


A small figure darts from the direction of the resident dorms, their direction across the clearing. As he draws closer it seems to be Mikal in a casual jog. Or not so casual jog as he flips a look over his shoulder to see if anyone's following.

Soriana comes up from the caverns, a book in one hand and a ferret perched on one shoulder. She pauses at the top, letting her eyes adjust to the sunlight, only to find… Mikal at a run. Eyeroll. Boys, and their getting into trouble!

Idrissa is making her way in from the direction where the stables can be found, an as normal she can be found to be somewhat dirty from a long day of working with certain runners and lessonsof course. A half yawn escales her while she walks along, a hand lifting to scratch at her neck a few times and she catches a bit of dirt clinging to her arm which she goes about brushing off. An for the moment her path is taking on closer towards the jogging person that she hasn't picked up sight of just yet.

Mikal slows his pace to a casual walk as notices other people here. With one last look over his shoulder he tries to plaster an innocent look upon his expression.

Soriana starts out across the clearing. Idrissa gets a quick wave, and then she's levying the strength of her glare on Mikal. "What'd you do /now/?" she says… though at least she says it quietly enough that it's not likely to be overheard.

Mikal's eyes widen inside his head and his hands raise defensively. "Do?" his tone is too innocent. "Nothing!"

Idrissa catches sight of Soriana first and offers a smile and wave back at her. "Hey Soriana!" She offers while she continues forward moving on towards her friend at a slow job. Her gaze drifts towards Mikal as she catches the 'now' from Sori. "Hi." Is offerd with a friendly tone, though she tilts her head as the boy gets defensive. "Then.. Why are you so defensive over a question?"

Soriana mmhmms to Mikal, clearly not believing a word of what he says. "Hey, 'riss," she says to the other girl, then returns her gaze to the boy. "So, nobody's gonna be after you, huh?" On her shoulder, Inkfoot goes 'dook!' cheerfully.

Mikal looks between Idrissa and Soriana. "Who're you?" he blurts out to Idrissa. "I aint done nothing. Much." he mumbles. "Whatcha doing? Can I pet him?" he reaches for Inkfoot in a clear attempt to subject change. "Is he as smart as a firelizard? I bet he's not. Least not as smart as a gold cause they are the smartest."

"I'm Idrissa, who are you?" Idrissa questions back with a curious tone. "Are you causing problems? Your get in trouble if you do." A faint nod is seen at this before she smirks. "Of course his smart!" There is a pause while she glances to Sori and then back to Mikal before grinning. "Bet Inkfoot is smarter then you." Is said to Mikal. She does like that little ferret, and its her friends pet so that is of course a plus!

Inkfoot is perfectly happy to change subjects! And to be petted. He leans down from Soriana's shoulder toward those fingers as the girl hmphs. "He's perfectly well smart, he just doesn't think like a firelizard does. Tunnelcats are mammals, they're like us. Firelizards are dragonkin. S'completely different." So she speaks from her position of authority of… having read some books and computer files. Also being older than him so there. She grins at Idrissa's comment about Inkfoot's intellect.

Mikal blantantly ignores Idrissa's comments on him getting into trouble. "I'm Mikal. And I'm new here." he informs Idrissa. He scritches at Inkfoot's chin. "Well….okay then. What smart things does /he/ do?" he doesn't have much of a reply for her comparison of mammals and dragonkin so he merely says. "YEah well…firelizards are cooler pets."

Idrissa smirks faintly while watching Mikal. "He does plenty of things. Like not get into trouble." Total lie! A slight shrug is seen while she glances to Inkfoot. "I think it depends on the pet myself."

Happy tunnelcat dookings ensue at the scritches. "He can find his way through mazes, like tunnelsnake burrows. And he knows how t'catch all kinds of things… and…" Soriana nods to Idrissa! Yeah, he stays out of trouble. …mostly. Sometimes. Okay, maybe not all the time, but! He has a very cute face when caught. Can Mikal say the same? Also, Inkfoot is very good at persuading people to pet him. Chirrup. In an aside to Idrissa, she adds, "He's from Ista."

Mikal does have a cute face! See…..cute. Maybe. For the moment he decides the best tactic is to ignore the two girls and concentrates on petting the tunnelcat. However he eventually peeks up and nods. "Ista Weyr."

Idrissa thinks Inkfoot has a cuter face! "Where abouts are you from Mikal?" She questions while the little tunnelcat is getting some good attetion at the moment.
"I was born in Ista weyr." Mikal gives Idrissa a slightly puzzled look. "Went to Red Sands hold and then here. Where /you/ from? Here, like Sori?"

Idrissa pauses a moment and oys to herself, her mind was wandering for a moment during what Soriana was talking about. "She just said that.. Sorry." She hums and shakes her head. "Naw I'm from Ierne. I came to Xanadu Weyr when Soriana and her mother came. I work with the runners an stuff."

Mikal remembers then that Sori told him she aint from here originally either. OR so he thinks. He puzzles this out a moment. "Whatcha two doing? Wanna go to the beach and build sandholds? I snuck over to the weyrling beach yesterday." Mikal brags. "To watch the young dragons be bathed and oiled. One day I'm gonna go up and down the coastline to find me a firelizard clutch."

Soriana somehow fails to be impressed by Mikal's bragging. "Didja see the dragons training, on the obstacle course?" she asks. "That's pretty neat." Curse her, getting to the good stuff first! "It's pretty cold for firelizards here, but you might still find one. Worth lookin', anyway." She hmms a moment, then shrugs. "I could head to the beach for a bit. Just lemme drop off my book so it doesn't get wet."

Idrissa shrugs slightly. "I just got done with some lessons, an working with runners. I'm a BeastCraft apprentice." A glance is offered towards the beanch. "Possible.." She looks towards Mikal. "Why..would you brag about going there?" This questioned with a tilt of her head and she nods to Soriana. "Alright, sure."

Mikal bobs his head up and down. "I did see 'em. Your an apprentice?" he looks at Idrissa differently. "Let's go then!" he turns and heads off towards the beach.

Idrissa ponders the look she is given from Mikal, she tilts her head and soon nods. "Yup I am." A smile seen before she glances after Soriana. "Why don't we wait for Sori?" This questioned before Mikal heads on to the beach. She smirks an waits a few moments before following along.

Mikal waves a hand. "She can find the way!" he breaks into a jog.

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.

Idrissa follows along after a few moments to catch up with Mikal. A glance is offered over the area and she tilts her head before looking back, hopefully Sori won't take too long.

Mikal has kicked off his boots along the way and has chosen a spot to plop down and start gathering up sand.

Idrissa soon catches sight of Mikal and after pausing long enough to take her boots off, and roll her pants up to about her knees she moves on over to where he is. "So how long have you been here?"

Mikal doesn't seem to care if /his/ pants get wet as he kneels down to gather sand. "A few sevendays." he shrugs a bit. "Long enough I suppose. I've been on my best behavior!"

Idrissa smirks while eyeing the other. "I guess you got sent here because you cause trouble?" Well, it's just a thought really.

Mikal shrugs his shoulders, giving Idrissa a long look. "Kinda." he hedges. "I got blamed for a lot of stuff that /wasn't/ my fault."

Idrissa ahs faintly at this and shrugs. "Well.. I suppose that could be a possibility." She offers before kneeling down and works on pushing some of the sand around into a little pile. "So, do you like being here now?"

Mikal works on the walls of the sandhold he's clearly got envisioned in his mind. "It's true! The other kids didn't like me much and tried to get me in trouble on purpose. Stupid holder kids were jealous cause I grew up in a weyr." he snorts. "I told 'em it didn't matter though and that I wasn't gonna go impressing no dragons." he stops, realizing he's talking too much. "Yeah." he finally answers her question. "I like it here."

Soriana dashes off toward one of the weyrs. Golden Yumeth's weyr, to be specific! She heads inside, and after a few moments, she comes back out again, without her book, and plays chase-the-others toward the beach, coming down the stairs two at a time and looking around for the others.

Idrissa blinks while just peering at Mikal as he goes off on a little ramble spell. A faint ah escapes her and she nods a moment as she listens to the tale. She and Mikal are off on the sand, her boots are off and pants rolled up to keep it from getting wet. "Well, your here now so you can start over now, ya?"

And Mikal's boots are off but he doesn't care about his pants getting sandy. "Yeah…I suppose so. Fostered out." he snorts. "I'd rather be at some other weyr though than the hold." he shapes another wall, adding windows.

As Soriana hits the sand, Inkfoot hops off her shoulder and scampers off. Beaches! He likes beaches. They're fun. The girl waves to the other two youngsters, heading toward them. Before she manages to get there, her shoulder becomes occupied again, by a brown firelizard that pops out of between and glides down to perch there. Once she's close enough, Sori says, "Hey."

Idrissa hums softly and nods as she hears Mikal. "Ya well.. Least you got fostered out. I wasn't even really suppose to come." Not that it stopped her! She glances over to Sori and smiles while waving. "Hey!" She grins as she catches sight of Toral. "Is he carrying seaweed ammo today?"

Mikal works, whistling tunelessly while he does, and offers no more to the conversation.

"She'll come around," says Soriana to Idrissa at the mention of fostering and such. "Eventually." The girl drops down to one knee in the sand, and grins. "That depends, you got a sneak attack planned?" It does seem the firelizard is unarmed, though he flutters his wings slightly as Sori looks over the sandhold in progress.

Idrissa smiles to Soriana, a slight nod seen while she glances back to the sand. "Well.. Not yet. Becasue I just reminded you of it!" This pointed out as she works on building up a sandhold wall.

Soriana laughs, and nods. "Oh, sure. You claim that now." She grins, and scoops up a bit of sand nearby to start building a drumtower. "But if you keep reminding me, I'll never forget and give you that chance."

Idrissa grins and nods. "This is true.." She offers while mushing some more sand together. "That is true." This said with a soft tone at the idea, a slight laugh escaping her and she flicks a bit of sand towards her friend.

Splut. So goes the sand against Soriana. She laughs, and brushes the wet sand off as best she can before continuing her work. Before long, Inkfoot comes scampering up to investigate. 'Dookdook?' goes the tunnelcat. "Oh, no you don't…" says Soriana, trying to nudge him away.

Idrissa giggles and nods while she smoothes out the wall she was working on. A few shells are pulled out from her pockets and she lets them rest upon the top of the wall and she presses it down against the sand so they stay in place. A grin is offered to Inkfoot. "I bet you want to knock it over don't you?"

Inkfoot tooootally wants to knock it down. Or at least scamper merrily through it! Soriana pushes him back, and he twists around and comes at it again, from a somewhat different angle. Dook! "No, c'mon. Why don't you go hunt tunnelsnakes? I'm sure there's a den on the beach somewhere."

Idrissa laughs out and nods while she turns and goes about making a seperate few walls. An once they are up she points to it and grins at Inkfoot. "There you go, can knock that over."

But that's not what he wanted! That's something he's allowed to knock over, it's not nearly as much fun! Inkfoot squirms around, trying to get past Soriana's hands to the sandhold. Finally she lifts the ferret up bodily and sets him down in the middle of those walls. He blinks, and runs around in a circle inside it. Dookchitterchirp?

Idrissa blinks and peers over the edge in at Inkfoot. A soft laugh escapes her as he runs around within the sandhold. "Look at him! His having fun." An how can he not?

When does Inkfoot /not/ have fun? Soriana shakes her head at him, then laughs. "Yeah. He sure is." The tunnelcat rears up and plants his paws on one of the walls, then squeaks as it starts to crumble out from underneath him. He leaps back, against one of the other walls, and gleeps as that makes sand fall down onto his back. Dookchirp! Squeak! he protests, stepping away and shaking himself vigorously.

Idrissa giggles once more as she watches Inkfoot run around still. She shifts and moves to make the wall ther crumbled down back again. "You better watch out, your going to turn into a sandcat in a moment." This said while she laughs.

After a vigorous shaking of himself, Inkfoot… plops down and curls up to sleep. Naptime! All that running around sure takes it out of you. Soriana laughs. "It's for the best, anyhow. What would I do with a sandcat?" Whatever that is.

Idrissa laughs and shakes her head while she leans back and sits upon the sand. "Got tired.. Little cute Inkfoot." She laughs a moment and soon shrugs. "Heck if I know. Don't think there is such a thing really."

Soriana shakes her head. "Silly beast," she says affectionately. At least he's staying out of trouble now. "Prob'ly isn't." She shrugs, and looks over at the sandhold. Mikal's been making some pretty good progress, gone around to the far side of it now to continue his grand vision.

Idrissa chuckles and nods while a smile as she looks around and picks up a piece of drift wood. She works on rounding it some for a door it seems. "What book you been reading the last few days?" This questioned as she glances over towards Sori.

Soriana resumes work on her drumtower, building it up again while keeping half an eye on the sleeping tunnelcat. "Lately… oh. That one." She mehs. "It's history, but mostly just dull bits. Holders and stuff. I've got one on ecology that's way more interesting, but that harper's been on me with the history stuff."

Idrissa ohs and nods with a smile seen. "Well, I'm sure it has to have some interesting parts. Or something?" She peers over at Sori curiously. "I.. Don't think I ever read much of anything on that stuffs."

Soriana laughs. "Or something. It's mostly northern continent stuff. There's sooo many tiny holds there. It's crazy. And all the bloodlines…" She trails off, just shaking her head. "It's as bad as my mom with the runner lines."

Idrissa grins and nods. "Well I suppose that can be rather important at times." She hums a moment and grins. "Well runner lines are very important! So you don't cross certain runners, and if you get a good line then you know which ones made it an so forth." This said while she goes about working on a different bit of the sandhold, she puts the door on the front of it and pushes it into the sand a bit.

"Well, sure," says Soriana. "It's weird to think about doin' that with holders, though. Like… "Oh, better breed these two, they'll have good little lordlings!"" She giggles, then hmms after a moment. "I guess that's kinda why people get fostered, though." A glance over to Mikal. "So they end up with different people for outcrosses."

Idrissa pauses at that and blinks before a half laugh escapes her and she glances over to Soriana. "I suppose you have a point there." She eyes Mikal and makes a face at the idea. "Ya.. you have a point there. Suppose that's why its another reason why I got to tag along."

Soriana catches that face from Idrissa, and giggles. "You're gonna be a crafter, anyway, so who knows where you'll end up being posted? Once you make journeyman and all. Everywhere needs runners." She leans back, taking a look at the sandhold. "This's coming along pretty well." With that, the conversation goes quiet, all three of them working on the sandhold.


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