Rogawani is Searched

Log continued from Lunchtime Meetings


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.

D'had leads the way out, seemingly oblivious to the return goodbyes of both Cirilia and Iroha. There's little chitchat on the way to Siebith's side where he fishes the mentioned map from a bag on the blue's straps.

Tamasth raises his head when he sees his favorite chew-toy emerge from the caverns. He starts to rise, oblivious to Siebith's presence until the boy goes to his side behind D'had. Yes, no pouncing the Wingleader ever under no circumstances, not even just a little. Those were his mate's explicit instructions. Disappointed, he returns to his sunning position with a grunt.

Rogawani, on the other hand, isn't oblivious. He looks back over his shoulder for a moment, and then sighs to himself before turning strait ahead, following in D'had's footfalls. He has to walk a bit faster than the rider to keep up. His head lifts at the movement of blue nearby, and he offers a silent wave towards the often enthusiastic blue dragon before his attention shifts to D'had. "Right, so what area is it that you're worried about?"

"Not worried, just interested," D'had clarifies, spreading open said map against the side of his own blue. Tamasth goes unnoticed by him as he sets to doing just that. Siebith on the other hand has interests other than sunning when rider and messenger appear, the blue lifting his head to swing around and give a snort towards the boy, which only proves to irritate Donn as it makes his attempt to use dragon as easel nearly impossible. "Would you knock it off for one minute."

Tamasth opens an eye curiously at Siebith, watching him as Ro gets so close. He's heard his rider use the 'guts for garters' comment often enough not to completely trust the wingleading pair with his most amusing toys. That never-ever thing, though, will be a difficult stipulation to get around if he has to go to the rescue.

Rogawani takes a deep breath, eyes squinting towards the map as it's rolled out. He tries to follow locations, even as the blue dragon moves, but eventually it proves impossible. "Come on Siebith, just hold still for us for a few minutes and we'll be done." He talks to the dragon the same as he does to others he's more familiar with; as if the blue were just another person. "Well, the area we're most interested in should be around here, I think." He tries to reach out and steady the map, himself. "The tracks we found from the last settlement went this way. You'd want to keep an eye out for herdbeasts, domesticated ones. They had to have had a few with them, as they left one behind."

D'had nods, trying to follow the pointing of the boy at the map. Siebith, however, is not cooperating despite the request from each of them. Rather than staying still he's turning so that he can get a better look at the both of them. "Would you just.. No." he argues aloud with the beast. Grumble. "Fine," the man finally gives in if only because it will be easier than arguing. "He wants to know what you think of his flying, being that you've been up a few times. Watched him before and all." Like rider, like dragon - ego and all.

Tamasth snorts softly. Yeahyeahyeah.. Siebith gets all the fun things, like taking hapless people up into the air and seeing how fast he can fly to make them scream and all that stuff. He really should talk to his girl about that again..

As the map moves again, Rogawani draws his hand back, and then just shakes his head, looking wryly towards Siebith. "You know, we're never going to get this done." Still, his tone is bemused rather than upset. However, confusion replaces the amusement as the boy looks between dragon and rider. "What I think of his flying?" He asks, seeming a bit confused about the question. He seems to think about how to answer, biting at his lower lip for a moment before admitting, "Well, it scared me the first time up, you know that right?" He asks, not expecting an answer from the dragon. "I've flown on Seryth and Kinseth a time or two since then. I have to admit, you're a lot faster than the bigger guys, and I'm sure you could still scare me without even trying."

Siebith rumbles in an amused fashion for the boy's reply while D'had simply nods, though there's that same shared amusement highlighted on his features. "Don't worry about it. Think he goes in trying to scare everyone their first time. Even me," he admits before there's a roll of eyes towards the blue. "Does it matter if he thinks that?" Yes, D'had does have a habit of conversing aloud, seems that whole mental thing tends to elude him on many an occasion. "He already said your faster, which," he adds towards Rogawani with a grin, "He is."

Tamasth eyes Ro, that hurt mix of red and orange whirling through his eys. So what if Siebith is a bit bigger. Stupid.. fast.. bigger.. dragons.. He huffs. If Cirilia weren't such a stick in the mud, he'd show the BOTH of them fast. So what if the flight straps creak a little.. or snap with the force of his turns.. or break.. or.. uhh… yeah, his girl would mind him doing that.

"I'm not worried." Rogawani replies, shrugging his shoulders up once. "I've spent most of my life with my feet firmly planted on the ground. Even Seryth spookes me now and again and she's trying -not- to." He smirks, but then the smirk falls as his eyes look over towards Tamasth. "Something wrong, Tamasth?" He asks, oblivious to what might be causing the dragon's eyes to whirl that color. Confusion shows on his face as he looks between the two blues. "I'd imagine most of the smaller dragons are faster. The harper lessons always said the small ones were fast, agile fighters, right?"

Siebith snorts towards his rider before he turns his whirling gaze of blue-green towards the messenger, reaching out with his muzzle to give the boy a gentle nudge. Well, gentle by dragon standards anyway. "Would you cut it out. Sooner this is done, sooner we can get back in the air." D'had attempts to reason with the blue.

Rogawani sure has gotten nudged around a lot lately by different dragons. The force is enough to push him slightly off-balance, taking a step back to steady himself as he laughs, reaching out a hand out to pat the big blue nose. "Between you and Tamasth, I'm surprised I get any work done." He muses, and then looks over towards D'had with an appologetic expression on his face. "Do you think it would help if we went inside instead?" He asks, knowing full well that reasoning with dragons is a fruitless task.

Tamasth rolls to his belly to eye Siebith. So what if the boy likes the other blue's flying more? (well.. not that he really has a proper frame of reference or really any frame of reference). He might just have to get downright huffy if Siebith thinks he can take HIS chew-toy for a swim too.

D'had shakes his head, "Who knows," he starts, turning a glance from blue to boy, repeating and finally settling back on Rogawani. "He says, for a land lover you're good enough that you might pair well." Beat. 'Say what?' is the glance that's turned back towards Siebith once again. "He said he likes it on the ground and you want me to argue with that? Of course he's not going to want to stand for Avaeth's clutch," he turns back to Ro then, "Right?"

For once, Tamasth agrees with Siebith. In this case, it's adventageous to do so. If the boy sticks around to stand for the clutch, he'll have more chances to ride other dragons. The orange and red disappear from his faceted eyes, replaced with anxious yellows. He snorts at D'had. If he won't listen to Siebith, maybe he'll listen to Tamasth!

Rogawani stands helpless for the time being, under the eyes of two dragons and waiting for D'had to make up his mind about how to handle the map situation. "A land lover?" He laughs alittle bit, a smirk coloring his face. "I thought that was something ship-folk called the rest of us." However, his joke fades off and confusion replaces it. "Huh?" The expression on the boy's face is priceless, as if someone had just knocked him squarely in the head with a rock. "Wait what?" He shakes his head, looking at D'had now rather than trying to read dragon facial expressions. "Stand for the clutch?" Blink.

D'had chuckles, "Air is just another ocean to him," he remarks on the comment of land lovers. Then again he was ship-folk once upon a time and that just might be Siebith got the term from. There's another snort from the blue toward his uncooperative rider. "I heard you the first time," Donn replies, giving the blue's muzzle and ineffectual push. "That's what he says."

Tamasth tilts his head to the side, waiting for Ro's reply. His tail begins to whip behind him in anticipation. He's only the teeniest big jealous that Siebith gets to be the one to get the boy to stay.

For a moment, Rogawani just stares at D'had as if he had grown an extra head. Three years since he was old enough to stand and not even a sniff, Ro' had given up on dragons ever finding anything in him worth searching, so it takes him a few minutes for his brain to re-align itself and accept that what's going on is real. It's Tamasth's shifting head that draws him back to reality, and he mutters a quick apology. "Sorry. Firelizards ran off with my brain for a minute." He mutters and rubs at the back of his neck, looking embarassed. "I mean, sure. I'll stand if Siebith wants me to. Just never really thought about it before."

D'had chuckles, "Don't have to say yes you know," he points out. "Not that I can promise Sie won't give you trouble for awhile if you do. Its up to you though. You want to though, this map'll wait."

Rogawani straitens a bit, finally seeming to get back into control of himself. "No, I'd like to stand for Avaeth's clutch. Really." His voice is firmer this time, the surprise finally ebbing away as it dawns on him that the bluerider isn't just pulling his leg. He runs a hand through his hair, laughing at himself. "Shells." The word comes out as a sigh rather than a curse. "Okay so… what do I do then?" He seems at a bit of a loss, the wide-eyed boy in him sneaking through in his expressions.

The tail quiets its movement with Rogawani's answer, and Tamasth sigh-grunts and settles back to soak up some more sun. He'll just have to show up Siebith later.

"Right then," D'had agrees, folding the map back to something more manageable. "Lets get ya setup in the barracks and all that." Siebith, for his part, is looking rather smug about now, settling back down for some more sunning even as he earns one last glare from his rider.

"S..Sure." Rogawani studders, taking a few deep breaths to steady himself before nodding more firmly. "Donakan is going to -freak-." Luckily, this thought is enough to bring im back to himself, his hands clapping together. Shooting a small smile up towards D'had, the boy just nods, letting the rider lead the way.

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