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.
It's a cool day on the beach, there's a light drizzle, the kind that just seeps through the clothes and soaks to the bone. A day where most people are inside from the dratted weather. But not Zafirah, she's outside and playing in it even with canine as she throws a stick out into the water for him to fetch and he brings it right back again. "That's a boy Colby!" she laughs and tosses the stick out again.
Most. Not all. Not a man who has a determined look on his face as he jogs through the sand, each powerful stride leaving evidence behind at his progress. Where light drizzle might be a hinderance to some, Ers'lan doesn't seem to notice, as if used to the spray of the sea and consequently not blinking twice at the light patter of drops, soaking through a flimsy shirt he wears. It certainly doesn't hide the structure of his muscles and the cut of his torso, where fat does not reside. He looks beyond fit for a rider's life, as if he's been put through some extra activities. Regardless, his face is set in stone as he concentrates on his route back toward the barracks, sweat or drizzle creating a sheen on his face - likely a mix of both. Upon seeing the girl with her canine, he makes a quick adjustment to his path, as if to hopes passing them by without being in their way or them getting in his way.
Colby starts barking and runs to Zafirah's side when Ers'lan comes jogging near. Zafi's attention turns towards the man and there's a dreamy little sigh. Yes, she's enjoying the sight all right. "Definitely hot." she murmurs to the canine at her side. She waves to him and giggles brightly "You think he's the one that Mirai was talkin' about? He looks like the guy she described."
Lan slows to a lighter jog when the dog starts to bark, with intentions not to startle it further, to avoid a foot pursuit that ended up with Mirai's dog nearly a dragon treat. While he looks to be prepared to pass right on by, the wave has him slow up yet again, reining back his speed to a fast walk. There's a suspicious look cast toward Zafi' though, but the wave is returned regardless. Hands drop to his hips as he starts to cool down, panting heavy despite all the training, likely to have been out for a few hours run by the looks of him. His voice, completely sea-farring still and a low husky edge to it, greets Zafirah as he strides passed, "Afternoon…"
There's another heartfelt sigh "Oh and his voice." she whispers to Colby who sits down. Colby sits down when Zafi motions him to with a hand and she smiles "Are you Ers'lan?" she asks quite boldly. "I'm Zafirah." There's a little smile "Course you could call me Zafi if you wanted too, and this is Colby." The canine gives a light whine but otherwise sits there. Zafi looks around "No dragon though, maybe you're someone else?"
Now, Lan looked moments away from breaking back into a looping jog when he passed by Zafirah, though her immediate question, so boldly asked, has him halting in an instant, flashing a look over the crest of his shoulder. Pivoting back toward her, with hands still on his hips, he lifts his brow up at her daring introduction. His lips tweak to the side in a perplexed manner, as if trying to sort out the who and the why at the same moment she has now introduced her dog to him. Eyes flick between the mutt and the girl, gulping down air before he nods, "Aye, I be him…" he points his finger upward, "Zhaoth be up thar, flyin." A casual answer as he tilts his head and squints his eyes, "Can I be helpin ya?"
Zafirah claps her hands together "I knew it! You know, you really are as hot as Mirai was saying. I bet you have a ton of girls and all." a pause and then she tilts her head a little "Or are you just for the guys. I've met so many guys who are really hot, but really gay. It's kinda sad you know." she says almost forlornly. "Be my luck you are." she peers up at the sky and blinks through the drizzling drops. "But, I guess you could help me." She scuffs a foot through the sand. "Well, maybe if yer not gay or anything."
Talk about being the deer caught in the headlights, the man barely has a moment to adjust to the fact that his breathing is staggered now that he's no longer in motion and perhaps grasp onto the girl's name, let alone react to the fact that Mirai is some how involved in all this. He blinks quite a few times at first, mouth held agape as she continues on about him having a ton of girls and or maybe a ton of guys. The shock seems to run off him as a few beads of moisture roll down from his temple, a hand roving up to rub at his forehead to clear most of the gathered sweat and drizzle away from the threat of dripping into his eyes. At last, there's a long exhaled sigh, his arms loosely crossing, "Zafi, was it…" he begins, his tone strained as if contemplating the best solution, struggling, clearly, "I be narh gay… iffin ya mean jus with men. Nay. I be likin the ladies…" the whole bisexual thing was kind of odd to explain to a stranger, so he sticks with that, frowning, "Whar this be bout then?"
Zafirah tilts her head a little "Well yeah, gay is generally with just men and all. Or well for you. Or just girls iffen you were me. Course mother's she's good at being with both of them. Say's she doesn't wanna miss out on either world. Especially as she lived quite a few turns and all as a guy." She hmms a little "Well, I want you to be my first." she pauses a moment at that and then clarifies "Kiss, I thought it should be by a hot guy and all."
Ers'lan seems a little awe struck by the young girl, standing before him being so non chalant about sexualities and the subsequent conversation in regards to her mother's apparent sexuality. His mouth does slide open a little, eyebrows lifted high, stupefied. His face is looking toward the barracks abruptly, a hapless glance drawn in that direction as if his salvation would be found just around the bend. What causes him not to suddenly bolt is the mention of her mother, "… lived as a guy…" he reiterates, completely flabbergasted. Then comes the paled expression after her request for him to be her first. Oh yes, he takes a step back, shifting awkwardly. When she clarifies, he looks a little better for wear, though still heart up in his throat. Coughing several times to regain some composure, he really becomes studious of Zafirah, chin tilting down as his tongue presses to the back of his teeth. Eventually, a response, "I reckon ya be bettah ta save yer first kiss fer someone ya be likin more fer jus looks. Reckon someone ya own age too…"
Zafirah watches the expressions that go across Ers'lans face with some curiousity. Course at his reaction to her mother she grins "Oh yes, grandma and grandpa raised her as a boy. They're really kind of strange. They still don't see her as a woman." A pause and a headshake "Or as my mother. They refer to her as my father and all and keep asking when they'll get to meet my mother." she sighs a little "I've not seen them in awhile. But yes, mother was a guy until Phaili. Now wait, what was her name. Oh yes, Aeleojaith. It was a mating flight and though Phaili didn't win, he was still involved and so was mother and all and S'ins dragon announced to the Weyr that Mom was really a girl. Seems Phaili never said anything, nor the healer who had checked mom over. Everyone was shocked she said. But, well. Why should it be for more than just looks and what does age have ta do with it? I figured it'd be better with someone with more experiance and well pleasing to the eye that way when I'm with someone I really like, I don't act like some inexperianced git."
For a man whose lived the life of a sailor, seeing things from one port to the other, the story that winds out of the mouth of the young woman in front of him, has him rub at his eyes with his fingers, mopping his face with the said hand afterward, bewildered. Yet, moments later, as he drops his head with a given shake of his head, there is some acceptance of the story, likely around the part that dragons were mentioned. "Aye, t'would be a big shock ta be findin a person narh be who they say they be." A final exhale of breath has his heart rate catching up to his stationary motions, lungs calming from the run, shoulders not flexing as high with indrawn breath. He does regard her a moment longer, especially as she questions why it should be done for anything better than looks. Dawn blue eyes flash away from her, back toward the barracks, his jaws flexing as if actually giving the request some consideration. "I reckon," he starts, half contemplating what he's about to say, a battle of what he was warring with what he is now lurking in his eyes, which turn back on her, "…ya do have a point."
It's a drizzling rain, one that soaks through the clothes and the skin. Zafirah and Ers'lan are near the water talking. Course Ers'lan is looking a little shell shocked and Zafi is quite ernest looking. There's a canine by Zafi's side "Hmm, yeah. I'm sure it was. My brother came from that." she notes after a moment. Mother thinks I've a good chance on the sands, though I dunno if I really want that. But well.." she pauses as she stops a little as he says she has a point. "I do? Yes, I do. I mean, a girl should be kissed by someone she'd like to be kissed by. Right?" she tilts her head a little "I'd rather a kiss that meant something more than just one brought on by dragons, even if it is by asking someone to do it." she moves closer to Ers'lan and looks up at him. "Am I so bad looking though for even just a kiss?"
What on Faranth's fardling toes is Fl'ynn, hooded and hunched figure that he is, doing out on a day like this, at a place like this? Clearly on the beckoning of a summons. Shaggy dark hair frames a face framed in a heavy, grey hood made darker by drizzle. Squish-squelch pat his feet over damp sand. "Hoi!" Sound erupts from the figure, chin lifting and the hood falling back some to reveal his face ever further. "Really? On a beach in the rain? Really?"
Ers'lan gives a quiet smile to Zafirah, albeit slightly forced as his eyes go distant a bit, communicating with his dragon who still glides somewhere far above. Only a flash of his eyes in the direction of the weyrling beach would give some indication that his salvation was indeed there. Licking his lips a bit, his gaze reverts back to Zafirah when she approaches him, closing that distance, making the man gulp visibly. For a man who is often so casual with others in similar scenarios, he is clearly off his game, pounced on unexpectedly by the young woman. "Aye, a gal should be havin a first of her own likin… Nay, yer narh bad lookin at'tall, reckon ya be right pretty…" he pauses, awkwardly almost, until he nods, "Jus be I know… I reckon I know… who be… um… liking you…" eyes glance to the side, noticing the figure approaching, his finger gesturing that way, "Uhmm… /FL'YNN/…" he hollars in that rugged sea-farring voice, a voice that breaks through the winds and drizzle, as if to beckon the rider sooner and draw attention toward the bluerider at the same time. He whispers a lower voice to Zafirah so that the other weyrling could not over hear soon after, "He be havin a thin fer ya, I reckon. Be too shy. Aye. He be like me bro and I narh want ta be steppin in his way of …. of… his first either…" Oh Fl'ynn would likely make him pay later for this, but what are friends for? Two birds with one stone, they say. Relief is washing over his features the closer that Fl'ynn gets.
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Zafirah watches that tongue going across the lips and there's another little dreamy like sigh and even starts to close her eyes a little, only to have them fly open "Liking me?" She blinks a little in confusion and then starts when he yells for Fl'ynn way down there on the beach. "Wha?" She looks back and forth and takes a step back. Colby starts to bark and Zafi shushes him. "He likes me?" she asks in wonderment and looks over at Fl'ynn as he comes over there way. She looks over at Ers'lan "Really?" she looks completely taken aback by the pronouncement and almost looks a little shy. "Me?" That and her vocabulary has certainly fallen by the wayside.
Fl'ynn's footsteps last in a sodden trail behind him, perfectly straight and keen 'til he intersects with the pairing upon the beach. Tanned fingers come up to pull the hood away from his face, dampness ineffectual to already dark hair, simply drawing some of the hairs together in damp spikes and sickles. Maybe, just maybe, there is the briefest of confusion that sparks in murky brown eyes. Maybe it was there, maybe seen in a brow-drown glance to Lan. He looks to the girl, "Wha…. oh? Uhm. Sure. I do. I… yeah." Not even a two turn-old could believe that. "Me first though, then you can." Those words are spoken to Zafirah, seriousness to go with suddenness. It goes with an a look that asks for forgiveness. In a blink, he is inserting himself between girl and clutchmate, giving her his back as he is reaching for Lan as if to try take him by the cheeks (facial cheeks that is, nothing lower), all with the intent to try to plant a kiss on the brownrider first. Neener.
Ers'lan bobbles his head with persistence to further the illusion along when Zafirah's dream pops with her realization at his words. The fact that the girl was puckering up for him made the man ever so thankful that Fl'ynn was on the scene to save the brownrider, before his sailor roots got the best of him. Really, the older of all three was resisting temptation, especially after nearly a Turn and a half of celibacy. "Aye," his eyes flicker toward Fl'ynn, keeping his voice low, "He be sayin he do. Be wantin ta kiss a girl… and he be mentionin ya…" Sure. Sure. But the man's confidence in this belief was persuasive. "Aye, dun be shy… he be good ta look at too…" which wasn't a lie, she only had to look for herself. Lan notes the expression on Fl'ynn's face, countering with a flashed smile of gratitude, the former-sailor slicking his hand through his short cropped hair with a shaky exhale of breath and a turn of an eye up, uttering thankful murmurs under his breath. Just when Lan is taking a step back, eyes drifting to the sand to choose his steps back, in attempts to leave room for the younger folks to try out their kissy faces, Fl'ynn is right there. Lan has just enough time to lift his gaze from where they were downcast before the action of the bluerider is upon him. A comical reaction ensues. Eyes big and bulging, limbs stock straight, tension in neck and shoulders, red climbing up from his neck. Oh sure, Fl'ynn gets to exercise free will on the brownrider, getting that first kiss in the brownrider's trance of shock. Only, as Ers'lan comes around to realize Fl'ynn's lips are on his own, his hand twists a fistfull of shirt inbetween digits and his eyes narrow on the face full in front of his own. A moment lingers, hey he returns the kiss a bit, then he roughly breaks it apart by shoving Fl'ynn backward a step. He holds onto the other's shirt so that he does not trip or fall, eyes delving into the blueriders with an obvious squint of 'we'll talk about this later' translating between that single look. His hand releases the bluerider's shirt, grunting, "I have chores ta do…"
Zafirah listens to Ers'lan, her lips pursed a little as Fl'ynn comes closer. Then there's a look of something on Zafi's face. One of anticipation? Nervousnes? At Fl'ynns words it's kind of unsure because soon that look turns to shock at Fl'ynn's words and she starts to look sceptical and then Fl'ynn is kissing Ers'lan and there's a little giggle and then a quite little oh as she catches the kissing back from Lan. "I see." she grins brightly. She's not about to let a little setback keep her back. She sees how it should be done. Skip asking, one should just do. Course she should have known that from watching her mother. She steps forward and slips between Fl'ynn and Ers'lan. "Scuse me." she says brightly and takes the opportunity to try and throw her arms around the brownriders neck and give him a nice good kiss as well.
Fl'ynn is all about this kissing thing, considering it has been an awfully long time for him as well. Licking his lips as he is pushed away, but still in hold of Lan, it is nothing but a look of a very guilty boy that the brownrider gets, and pleased about it all the while. He is nothing but a ragdoll, arms falling away, feet stumbling back. Oh yes, the grin. As he is released, he stumbles back further. He was rather expecting to fetch up against Zafirah, but seeing as the girl is suddenly before him, well… that leaves the bluerider ending up on his arse in the sand. Blink. Blink-Blink. "Oh shells, look what I started. Momma always said I'd grow up to be a bad influence."
So much for Fl'ynn being a savior! Ers'lan's extended glance at Fl'ynn says as much, a slight scowl for the guilty yet pleased expression on the bluerider's face. The brownrider is scowling but he isn't reacting badly to it, just in a manner of speaking, dazed. Now as Lan attempts to negotiate the outcome of the bluerider's smooch, with his pathetic excuse of 'chores' being unable to get his feet unstuck from the sandbed, Zafirah's arms are flopping about behind him and her face replaces the bluerider's. Reaction is very much the same, yet again. Large startled eyes one minute, then the reception, the giving back. While permission wasn't present, nor is the initial surprise of it immediately leading to rejection. A kiss given is a kiss returned. Zafirah, like Fl'ynn, will feel the return of lips against lips. And like Fl'ynn, she is removed once the kiss holds for long enough, gently by the push of a hand to her shoulder and a step back.
Zafirah got in her kiss and she's feeling quite pleased about it. She touches her lips just a little in wonderment as Ers'lan steps away. Course, with the bluerider there too she looks thoughful a moment "Well if, Fl'ynn you said?" she hmms a little more as she starts to turns to face the younger of the two. "If you said he likes me." she turns around the rest of the day and looks at Fl'ynn and tilts her head a bit and then goes to wrap her arms around him too next and leans in to give him a kiss as well. "You're momma's right. You are a bad influence. But there's nothing wrong with that." She says brightly just before hand. Course between her mother and her father she likely has a lot of bad inflences in her life.
Fl'ynn remains upon the ground, now his arse as damp as the top of his head. A sandy hand lifts up so he can draw the sleeve across his nose, removing the water droplet that was perched upon the end. He looks up to Lan, his smile rather evident and seeming to grow more and more as time continues. In a blink though, his eyes go back to Zafirah, "My momma was always right. How was the kiss?"
Zafirah hmms a little as she tilts her head "I think I see why people like kissing." she notes and sits down next to Fl'ynn "So, do you really like me or was he telling tales?" she asks curiously "Course, you are kinda cute. Maybe not a hunka man like him. But yer cute." She's shameless she is. "Do you even know my name?"
Fl'ynn blinks as the girl moves to take up some wet sand with him. "Oh, shells… don't be sitting down. It is wet and cold down here, numbing my arse… which is a sight more than my lips right now." He winks across to Zafirah, offering her a hand, albeit a sandy one, "No, probably not, but does it even matter? Although, I suppose it'd be good to know, or I could just give you one while our friend is busy getting over us."
Ers'lan is breathing a little more raggedly when Zafirah steps away, his eyes edged with desire stirred from the two stolen kisses of the taboo design. As Zafi turns to Fl'ynn, Lan does nod his head to reaffirm his previous statements that Fl'ynn liked Zafirah, in quiet revenge for the most surprising of kisses. Seeing Zafi lean in for a kiss from Fl'ynn has Lan smirking a little, unable to really feel too badly now that in a manner of speaking, they've all kissed one another, no one left out. Deflating all the anxiety that had developed between his shoulder blades with a lip-flapping exhale, he folds his arms at the pair of them, eyeing them both, "Ya two be happy now, yah?" He snorts quietly, listening as Fl'ynn lets it out that it was just a tale after all, rolling his eyes, "Aye, Fl'ynn, tis Zafirah… Zafi she be liking. Zafi, Fl'ynn. Aye."
Zafirah laughs "Oh the sands not all that bad, I've sat on worse." She states with a grin. She tilts her head a little at Ers'lan and then rolls her eyes and then grins and nods "I do like Zafi, but what would you be calling me? Hmm?" she asks curiously of Fl'ynn. She's feeling pretty good herself, even if she is sopping wet. She looks up at the sky "Though it would be better if it wasn't raining so much. I do like the sun. I like to stay warm." She glances back and forth between the two guys and then pats the other side. "Wanna sit with too Ers'lan?" she asks with a grin.
Fl'ynn's dark eyes look back to watch Ers'lan with curiosity, mirth dancing deep in their depths. He flashes his clutchmate a covert wink before his attention slips back to the girl. "Zafi Zafirah. Gotcha." He shrugs his shoulders at her for the query, "I'd come up with something good. Although at this point, I'm thinking Smoochie would be a good one. Or Canoodle." Blink. "Speaking of… what the shells, mate? What in the sharding damn are you two doing out here in the rain? Really?"
"Nay," he says with an uplift of his hand, "Reckon I not be wantin ta be sick," like running in the rain was any better. Still, there is a quiet smile for each of them, the brownrider being relatively good natured about the whole conspiracy to smooch on Ers'lan day. "Recommend ya be headin fer some place warm, 'stead of bein out here. Hot springs be good fer ya…" he notes to Zafirah when she comments about being warm, "Best fer ya after spending time out in this drizzle." A look for Fl'ynn then, spotting the wink that has Lan's lips puckering just a little, some known cue flirting between the two. Fl'ynn's last remark has Lan shrugging his broad shoulders, tone jovial, "Be running like always, rain be narh stopping me from it. Ya know this well. She be puttin a stop ta it, called out me name and then all this…" he flaps his hand to gesture the 'kissing' conquest, admitting in a dry more serious tone, "Reckon we should be goin ta warm up."
Zafirah bahs at Ers'lan "I suppose." she says and then eyes Fl'ynn "Those are lame names, lame brain." she rolls her eyes and gets up and brushes herself off. She adresses Fl'ynns question "Was playin with Colby, we were both tired of being indoors." she notes and then glances back and forth between the two and then she glances at Ers'lan and smirks "Course, looks like ya be likin' the boys along with the girls." she laughs brightly. "I like you two. Yer fun, even if yer full of it."
Fl'ynn takes a deep breath and then pushes back to his feet. Yes, indeed, his whole arse area is a dark shade from sitting in the damp sand. He winces at the feeling, a hand going down as if to pick at a wedgie when it is just damp cloth sticking to his arse. He blinks and pouts at Zafi at her name from him, nearly putting put a pouting lip. "Oh. So mean." Okay, so he'll do the pouting lip for sure now. She'll get the next wink following her last words, followed with a kindly grin full of good nature. In a blink though, he is swinging around as if to give a nudge-shove to Lan, "Fuck the rain. I'm going in. Warm sounds good." In a scamper, the teen picks up his pace and trots down beach and back to the weyrling area, crying out, "Kagenaith only one with sense in his brain to not be coming out here -he won't even come fetch me!" Scamper.
"Full of it?" Ers'lan gives a guffaw, "Jus whar do ya mean by that little lady?" He does shrug his shoulders a bit at the one comment, sighing with a lift of a hapless hand, "Aye, do reckon I be open ta both sides. Cannarh say I be a man ta limit meself…" A darting look to Fl'ynn as he gets nudged, snorting at the fellow weyrling, "Hah. Aye, be seein ya." The bluerider is regarded as he trots back toward the barracks, a glance shot back to Zafi, "Yah best narh going to brag to Mirai bout this. Dun need her on me, her mum be hangin me from a rope iffin that happens." A lifted finger and then his hand turns vertical, extended to shake her hand, "T'was nice meetin ya Zafi."
Zafirah looks cute as she tilts her head "What? What's wrong with me bragging ta Mirai? What, you wanna kiss her too? And she so much younger than me. I'll ket her know that you do." she says brightly and then waves to Fl'ynn and yells after him "Bye!" she looks back at Ers'lan "But her mums wantin' ta hang ya? What did you do. Mirai's mums always been real nice and all." she notes and hmms a little "Though I suppose iffen yer sniffin' after her daughter…" she trails of a moment and then nods "It was wonderful meeting you too."
Ers'lan shakes his head almost immediately, flagging with his hands, "Nay! Shards it! Nay! I dun narh want ta be kissin her!" He tries to make it clear why, "Dun want any part of her…" Oh the trouble is brewing. He literally draws his hand to his face and drags it down with a groan as Zafirah mentions about trying to chase Mirai, "Oy. Nay! I be narh wantin ta do anythin with Mirai… shards it girl, she be a baby still!" He grunts, "Her mum be my weyrlingmaster, yah? Her mum has the power ta ground me fer life, as a weyrlin."
Zafirah can't help but giggle "She is still young, but she's fun. Well, yeah though. I suppose courting her daughter would be trouble." she sighs a little "Course, must be kinda nice too. I mean Mirai's mum be all in your face right? You have know worries from my mum." she hmmphs a bit and kicks at the sand. "What would ya do iffen ya were stuck in weyrling status?"
"Right," he agrees with a subtle nod of his head, extending a finger in a point, "I be narh courtin her." There is a lingering point involved before his arms cross, the chill of the air getting to him now that his body has cooled right down from the long run. The remark about Zafi's mom has him blink a few times, "Huh? Tis good yer mum narh be a crazy one." Fingers rub against his bare arms, trying to keep some warmth in the skin while wiping off some of the moisture gathered in irritating droplets. Her last question gets a one shoulder pop of a response, "Reckon break the rules, since I narh be able ta follow 'em so great as it is now. Iffin I be stuck as a weyrlin, tis two options, break rules or ship out."
There's silence at the mention of her mom not being a crazy one and then Zafirah just bursts out laughing "Oh shards, that's just too funny. My mum be pleny crazy. She's as loony as it gets I swear." she shakes her head a little as she continues to laugh. After several moments she calms herself. "Well, then better not get yerself stuck as a weyrling. I'd hate ta be seein' ya ship out and all. But I'll tail Mirai that you kiss worse than a slimy fish and then maybe she won't moon after ya. Whatcha think? I'd be willin' ta do that for ya."
"Reckon that be a swell trade," he admits at last, "iffin it work." There is a quiet look of contemplation in his eyes, especially due to her laughter earlier about her mother. He leans forward, "Reckon iffin yer mum be as pretty as yah, then I be ok with her bein a loony…" He winks in jest, putting his hand as eyes direct upward in the clouds, squinting against the falling drops of rain. "Hm, reckon Zhaoth be in fer a landin soon," a look aft back toward the barracks, "Must be going now 'Firah," a nickname that just spills from his mouth, of his own making. With a hand gesture in a brief departing wave, he starts to head off.
Zafirah grins "Yeah, me mums okay lookin, though she still looks like a pretty boy, even if she's gettin on in years.' she smirks a little. "SHe's okay, even if she forgot about me for some time. But I suppose with her brains having been scrambled and such and fried before that. It's to be expected." She pauses a little at the nickname and tilts her head. She likes it. "Bye Lan, been nice kissin' ya." she can't help but add and then turns to head on towards the forest and home.