Ugh a Miner!

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.

Somewhere far along the beach a shape can be seen to any who happen to notice, which is unlikely under the current circumstances. Either way it'll resolve itself into the shape of someone running along the hard packed sands, they're going at a fairly steady pace and eventually the shape will be recognisable as Vivian for those who are un/lucky enough to know her.

Morlanol wanders out of the forest to the beach. He notices a silhouette out in the distance and heads towards it, waving jovially as he approaches.

Vivian is just starting to slow herself down when she comes across Morlanol and his waving, figuring he must either know her or is after something if he doesn't she slows properly down to a walk and walks up across the softer sand towards him, bare feet kicking lightly through the sand.

Morlanol waves again, a bright smile on his face, "Howdy, I haven' seen you roun' b'fore. I'm Morlanol."

Vivian lifts her water container to her lips and takes a good drink before she empties some over her head, rubbing it into her face to help wipe the sweat away. "Morlanol?" She mimics the boy back. "So pleased to have never met you before." She drawls lazily as she looks him up and down, taking in the unkempt scruffy appearance.

Morlanol scowls, his eyebrows drawing together, "Yeah, tha's me, an' who're you? I see y' go' a can'date knot, are y' new here?

Vivian just shakes her head at that. "You'll find out eventually I'm sure." She says with such a sweet smile. "My names Vivian, and no I'm not new here, I'm the Weyrleaders Secretary." She explains to him in one of those slow voices that she has reserved for idiots.

Morlanol cocks his head to the side, like a flit does when it's trying to understand better, the his eyes grow even a tidge darker, "Yeah, I've seen yer name on th' chore list. How come I've never seen y' in th' barracks before?"

"Because I don't live in the barracks." Replies Viv, you can almost here the 'Well Duh!' in the inflections of her tones. She rubs her hand over her face again, pushing the few stray hairs that have escaped her braids back away from her face. "I'm assuming you've done well for yourself by coming to the weyr from which ever hole they managed to dig you out of?"

Morlanol grins proudly, pointing his thumb at his chest as he says, "I'm a miner, so I've crawled ou' of a lo' of holes. Bu' bein' a can'date is nice, too."

Vivian's eyes roll up at that admission. "Oh shells, a miner." It's possible to see the immediate sense of loathing that comes to her face. "I'll give you a piece of advice right now, keep yourself away from me." She tells him, "You're probably no better than a Wher. Filthy disgusting creatures that they are." Oblivious to any insult, intended or not she turns on her heel and starts to walk away, lifting her water to her lips again for another drink as she stalks away.

Agate pokes his head out of Morlanol's coveralls and gives a sleepy hiss at Vivian as Morl starts to turn away, obviously no longer interested in her either. He calls back over his shoulder, "Y' migh' as well stay 'way from me, too. Yer mean as an old wher."

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