Mind-Healing the Weyrlings?

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.

Chaton is laying down on the beach, in his full clothes, with his hands behind his head, watching the starlight scatter in the fog. He sighs, and wiggles down father in the cooling sands, relaxed.

M'nol wanders down the beach, his four flits flying circles around him. His hand rests on the shoulder of his growing brown for a moment, then the dragon takes a running jump, gliding a good distance before landing, spraying the errant mind-healer with sand. M'nol approaches more sedately, not speaking for the moment.

Alosynth is moving at a gentle glide along the sand, allowing Keziah to keep up with her for the most part. The two seem to enjoy moving through the swirling fog, enjoying a chance to not have to worry about lessions or anything of the like. Alosynth is also watching Faraeth, watching how he glides and seeming to discuss it with KEziah.

Chaton starts as he's sprayed with wet sand, and sits up, brushing it off. "Someone doesn't want me to be comfortable." he complains, squinting through the fog to frown at whoever it was.

Faraeth sticks his head closer to Chaton, prodding the man lightly in the shoulder. From the distance M'nol's voice calls out, "That's jus' th' showoff there. Don't encourage him or he'll keep doin' it."

Chaton sits up and reaches out to scritch the head presented to him. "Alright, alright." he says, scritching good. "Whose a good fellow? Whose a good little fellow?" he coos.

Alosynth stops short and stares at Chaton at his words. The green then glances over towards Faraeth with a look. She then chuffs a little and Keziah stops in her own tracks and then just bursts out laughing "Where did you learn that?" she asks of her green once she gets her breath. "Oh my, the company you keep."

Faraeth lets out a strong breath, wuffling the healer's clothing, nearly a draconic snort. M'nol chuckles, coming closer, nearly into view, "He says he's a dragon, not a canine."

F'yr is wandering down the beach that night looking quite lost in her thoughts. The short brownrider is actually not dragonless, for once, as there's a dark shadow following her. Always following her, though, and staring at the gliding dragons with workable wings. "How 'bout you use your eyes, I know she's around here somewhere." mutters the girl, kicking at sand. Probably not the smartest of ideas, but then she lifts her eyes and quietly observes the weyrlings, either moving towards them because she is curious or because it further annoys Zaruath.

Chaton coughs, and sneezes. "Okay, no dragon breath. Please." he says, continuing to scritch. He sighs, shaking his head. "Naked mindhealers. Not cool man."

Keziah gives a little shudder "Naked boys. Way not cool." she remarks and then she's escorting Alosynth around a bit "Perhaps a quieter section of beach?" she asks the green and then there's another out there with them. She's frowning a little as she tries to recognize person or dragon and is failing miserably.

M'nol chuckles even as Faraeth nudges Chaton again, "He says either scratch his eye-ridges or get out of his landing zone… him, not me. And If yer naked I wanna know… I'll stay over here where it's safe."

Keziah chuckles at M'nol, she can't help it. Alosynth finds a spot to curl up and Keziah settles herself in a nook of the greens forearm. "It's a beautiful night." she murmurs as she looks up at the stars. "And the fog, I love the fog, the swirling eddies of mist."

Chaton laughs and scratches Faraeth's eye-ridges. "There you go then. Don't want to get squished." he grins. "And I'm not naked. Yet." he laughs loudly, and motions for them to come over with one hand.

M'nol grins, approaching the rest of the way into the vision-eddy. "Good thing yer not or I might hafta sic Thea on ya." Faraeth blinks at the mind-healer, his eyes calming under the man's ministrations.

Alosynth senses that Faraeth senses the touch of silk and velvet, a tad threadbare, but more than bright in color, « He gives okay scritches… but mine thinks he's weird. Do you know why? »

Chaton snorts. "Whose afraid of the big bad Thea?" he jokes. Chaton continues to scritch, grinning. "Your friend can come too. In fact, I'm thinking about offering my services to the weyrlings, if they have any need of me."

Keziah is perfectly content to stay where she's at. However, she does cast an odd glance towards Chaton. "We're good so far." she states after a moment and then sighs a little "I didn't realize Thea was quite so serious when she said she was going to stay away." she murmurs to M'nol

Faraeth senses that Alosynth replies in a soft tickling of golden fur. « Mine finds him creepy and feels uncomfortable. She will not come closer so I will stay here as well. »

Alosynth senses that Faraeth feels the velvet ruffly and warp, « Mine feels the same. He would not have come so close if I had not. » Theres a tinge of guilt in his mindvoice, « The man is strange. »

Chaton gives Farnath a nice pat, then stands up, dusting himself off. "Still. Just because it's been done for years doesn't mean things can't change. And mind-healers do exactly what it sounds like. We heal the mind, and act to keep it healthy as well. Stress, lack of sleep, and other things can all cause the mind to not function as well as it could. It's my job to help with that. I counsil, if people need to talk. Advise them on how to handle their emotions in a healthy and productive way, and the like. So if any of you need any help, you may always contact me."

Keziah snorts a bit "I be fine with any healer tryin to mess with my head. Sides. I've Alosynth." she notes. Course as many know. Keziah doesn't really like healers much to begin with. "Sides, I think I handle my emotions in a productive way. I…" she stops mid-sentence and then snorts a bit at Alosynth "Don't need some kid tellin' me how to." again she pauses and hmmphs "Fine." she murmurs to the green.

Faraeth senses that Alosynth is soft and furry as her voice murmurs « He is. Mine is getting upset. She asks me to watch my words. I ask the same of her. He is an odd one though.. »

M'nol cocks his head to one side, blinking twice, "Seems to me tha' if we needed such a thing, the Weyrling masters would make us. Don' wanna risk messin' up the new pairs and all. I mean, Viv had some trouble adjustin', but that seems to have sorted itself out." He blinks again, "Seems like an odd speciality to me, can't be too common to need in a Weyr since dragons won't impress the unstable."

Alosynth senses that Faraeth feels the velvet ruffle, tensing slightly, « Mine says that this one actually mad the healer man mad. » An image of Sigam floats through the mind space, « And Seryth's too. Mine tries to be polite. »

Faraeth senses that Alosynth shimmers softly « It is good to be polite. More information can be elicited that way. But it is not a good thing to make a fellow healer angry I would think. Even mine tries not to anger them. Just avoid them.»

Alosynth senses that Faraeth feels the velvet shift, changing colors, « Mine is young. He is inquisitive like Nyunath. Always asking why. »

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