Xanadu Weyr - Docks
The main dock of Xanadu Weyr has a T shape, the central pier extending out and then splitting into two branches. That central dock extends slightly past the branching, making a square often used as a staging area for supplies or simply as a spot to sit and relax.
Pointed away from the main beach, there's the dock where ships moor. The fishing vessels who make their home here are joined by trading ships and the occasional personal craft, bobbing on the waves.
In the other direction, there's an area used by the dolphineers. There's a shack with supplies, extra fins and breathing gear hung against the outside, and a large raft moored to the dock near a ladder. It floats low in the water, easy to clamber on or off, and on it is a Dolphin Bell, the rope dangling into the water to let the dolphins summon their crafters.
Midday and D'had must not be scheduled for sweeps today given he's found sitting on the dock. A number of boats are likely out fishing given - well they're not here - which leaves an opening for the bluerider to toss a pole in. Siebith can be seen in the distance, turning tricks in the air while he fishes for himself.
It isn't from the weyr but rather from one of the few boats left behind that Esiae emerges onto the docks, followed shortly by a man that strongly favors her. His eyes might be blue where hers are brown, his build stockier and more heavily muscled, but they share the same wide smile and pale hair. Words are exchanged, the goldrider offering him a kiss on the cheek and a punch on the shoulder, but eventually the Seacrafter boards his ship and Esiae turns to head back down the docks. "D'had?" For some reason, she's surprised to see the bluerider there, even though fishing is a perfectly normal pastime. Changing course, she heads his way instead of towards the weyr, pausing a couple feet away to peer at him. "Any luck?" Fingers flick to indicate the pole.
D'had may well have noticed her emerge from that boat, or he might not have. Either way he blinks at the sound of his name, turning to find the source and quirk a smile upon finding it. "Hey," he greets as she nears. "Not really," he replies, "Not today." But its something to pass the time either way. "Wasn't expectin' to see you down here." Not that he was exactly expecting to run into anyone.
"Hey yourself," the goldrider drawls, his smile eliciting one of her own as she shifts forwards to plop to a seat on the dock near him. "Ah, shame. Still, nice day to just sit back and enjoy it." Though she shrugs for his surprise at seeing her there, an impish smirk tugs at one side of her mouth, eyes rolling over to the bluerider amusedly. "Haven't you learned by now? I'm full of surprises." For a second, the smart-alec remark seems all she's going to give him, but as the boat she emerged from begins to move away from the docks she eventually explains, "My brother's a Seacrafter, took over my dah's run after he retired. Came to deliver some stuff, so I came down to visit him."
D'had nods, flicking his wrist to send the line back out into the water as she settles. "It is," he agrees on the day, a chuckle following for her next comment. "Ah," the sound of explanation received as she explains about her brother. "Somethin' else we have in common," he teases.
Esiae seems content to watch the line go, leaning back on her palms to mark the hook's plop into the water. It's only after a moment that she tilts an amused look his way, one brow tipping upwards. "Which? Bein' full of surprises, or having a Seacrafter for a brother?," she teases right back, because two can play that game!
"Both," D'had chuckles in reply. "Well…" he clarifies a moment later. "Not a Seacrafter, but does run a boat." Of his brother presumably given conversation. There's a difference of a knot in that equation it would seem. "Run's good?" he asks after her brother perhaps curious himself as to how the seas are of late.
"Good answer," Esiae drawls mirthfully, eyes dancing as she listens to the rest. "I see. And is that where you learned old sea-tunes, from him?" Yep, still curious about that. As for runs… "So far as I know. He's not one to complain even if it weren't good, but our family's got long-standing connections at Ierne, which is about booming with business at the moment, so." A shrug. "He had plenty to unload here at least, and said the seas were fair and stormless, so that's something. We'll see if that doesn't change as summer ages."
D'had shakes his head, "Nah, my da," as to where he learned the tune. A slow nod follows for the answer of the run as he gives the reel a few slow turns. "Yeah," he agrees about the potential for change, "Surprised if it lasts for long." The sea is an ever changing and fickle mistress after all.
"I learned it from mine, too," Esi replies with a nod, part of that mystery solved, at least. "Learned lotsa songs from him, in fact, and from his crew when he tried to keep some from me." Which probably surprises noone. "Indeed. It's only a matter of time before the storms come, and then things'll go back to bein' real interesting for him, I bet." The words are said lightly, but there's a bit of strain in her gaze as it shifts away from him towards the rapidly disappearing ship. "D'you ever miss it, sailing? Not the silly little stuff you can do on an off day, but… proper sailing."
D'had ahs, nodding at her reply. "They'll do that," he remarks. Children will learn such things where they can afterall. Her question is met with his gaze and he considers for a moment before replying. "Sometimes," he admits. Sure there's the dragon, his lifemate, but the sailing that can still be missed even though he'd never give up the blue for it now. "There's times, yeah."
Esiae shoots him a mischievous look for that remark, but chooses not to comment, instead sliding forwards on the dock just enough to touch her toes to the water. Head tilting over towards him, she nods for that answer, lips twitching to one side in a sort of half-smile of agreement. "Yeah, me too. Not that I'd give up what I have for it, but…" Shrug. "The idea of it still calls to some part of me sometimes. Stupid wanderlust."
"Always will," D'had replies, reaching over to pat the woman's knee, withdrawing his hand soon enough after. Well, if he's any example it will at any rate. "Was out there a couple times since, still been a long time though," he notes reeling in the line. Since impression that is.
"That's what I'm afraid of," Esiae admits with a laugh, though she gives D'had an appreciative glance for the sympathetic knee-pat. "Tried to squelch it by travelin', but it's only a temporary fix." She refocuses her gaze on the line being reeled in for a moment before asking, "Were you? What'd Siebith think of that?"
D'had chuckles. "He likes the water as much as the air," he replies in regards to the blue dragon in the distance. "Was only for a couple days anyway. Trouble with raiders," he offers a bit of insight on just how he got to it once.
"Small blessings there, I guess," Esi drawls, gaze flicking out towards the blue in question before snapping back to D'had with interest for that next bit. "Raiders?" He's got her interest now, for sure, legs pulling up out of the water to better face him. "Shells, what happened?"
D'had shrugs as he checks his bait before tossing the line out once again. "Not sure on all the details," he admits. "Twins were about a turn old-" give or take, don't quote him on that. "My da's ship was taken. Went out ta find 'em and we didn't want 'em to see the dragons comin'." See, simple explanation.
Esi listens on raptly, not even a bit distracted by the tossing of his line. "Shells, that's crazy. Heard about stuff like that before, of course. Stories spread. Didn't know anyone it'd happened to, though." Her head shakes, eyes a little wide. "Makes sense, though. Didja end up getting his ship back?"
D'had nods, "Yeah, tracked 'em down. Took awhile." But they did it and managed to save ship and crew from the sound of it. "Not somethin' I'd wanna do again. The worryin' and that, but got me back out there."
Esiae nods for what was apparently a happy ending, lips twitching up on one side. "That's good, at least. Can't say I blame you in the slightest - I joke about pirates and stuff but goin' up against something like that doesn't sound like anyone's realistic idea of fun," the goldrider drawls. "Still, yeah, got you out and sailing again." Her gaze is drawn to the lake waters, myriad thoughts and whimsies coming and going, their passing marked by slight changes in her facial expression before finally, she seems to remember herself. "Anyways, should be getting back to it. Promised to make Cai and the kiddos supper to make up for skivin' off the other day, and I still have stuff to get," the goldrider says with a sigh as she stands, hands brushing at her pants before padding towards the shore. "If you get bored of fishin', you're welcome to join us, yeah?" For now, though, she's off at a trot, leaving D'had to his fishing.
D'had chuckles. "Yeah, wasn't really fun," he agrees. Far from it. Stressful is more like it. The mention of supper sees a raise of a brow, a touch of curiosity perhaps. "Thanks," he replies for the invite. "But I wouldn't wanna intrude."