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Xanadu Weyr - The Firelizard Theatre
There are many different things to look at here. In the northern part of this field lies a massive fort made out of wood. About 10 feet to the right of the fort, there are wooden sit-toys carved in the likeness of dragons and even painted as such. In the middle of the field are two sets of swings suspended from a wooden beam, held up by two wooden beams on either side. To the left of the swings is a 5 by 6 rectangular box filled not quite to the top with sand from Xanadu Weyr's Beach. To the right of the swings are monkey bars, completely crafted out of wood. In front of you are two seesaws, both made out of wood. Finally, to your near left are two benches underneath a large Lemosian Ironwood tree. You find yourself standing in the Courtyard of The Firelizard.
Janelle has been swinging very slowly, an imprint of the swing's chain pressed into the side of her face implying she's been here a while. It is early enough in the day to not be able to call it mid-morning, but late enough that those that keep regular hours would all be up and about. Sliding from the swing she's been occupying, no creature looking to her is around to come to her. With a confident step, and little sound, she makes a few paces towards the man cloaked and crouched near his green firelizard, not far off.
Lodestone and Vein flit into the theater area, preceding their stumbling tired Hyrlon. He spots Janelle first, completely missing Fetch, he waves tiredly, "Eve… mornin' Janelle. How's Jansk doing?"
Tenebrous rests at a crouch, next to a petite green firelizard who, apparently, thinks that purring to the sit-on she's currently resting on will result in a date. When Janelle approaches, however, the purr lessens, quieter and quieter with proximity. With the arrival of a third, fourth and fifth, his stilness returns, and the tiny green slowly uncoils from her rest, eyes alert.
Janelle Stops short of the man and his green, when Hyrlon nears, and greets. "Oh, hey there, Hyrlon. She's doin' alright.. Sleeping. Can't say so much the same for me. Eyes are a bit unfocused, as she glances towards her friend. Glancing back at the other, Jan decides to leav ehim be for the time being, and heads towards the other wher Handler. Careful to leave herself open towards the other, she stops next to Hyrlon.
Hyrlon nods, "That's good. Hysk's sleeping too. Little wherry stole my bed, so here I am. The flits wanted to play, anyway." His eyes light up just a little, "Did you hear the news? Satoris has a kid on the way." He still hadn't really noticed Fetch. But he *is* tired. Poor Fetch, all forgotten.
Janelle hasn't forgotten, and keeps looking towards the other man, even as she speaks to Hyr, "Satoris is? No, I hadn't heard! Is what I get for having my head stuck in the rocks, I guess." The youngest present grins briefly to her friend, before hitching her thumb towards the third, "He was playing the flute, earlier.. Was nice, not so slow it was sad, but not too fast to annoy a tired soul."
Tenebrous is still for a few moments longer before slowly holding a hand out to his companion. Wordlessly, the little thing dances up his arm, and with an almost imperios nip of her maw, begins pulling the hood away from his face. No sooner than it falls to his back, the green is burrowing into the warmth of the hood and using it as a make-shift flit hammock. "Thanks for that," Tenebrous murmurs quietly. It's a voice unaccustomed to speech.
Hyrlon smiles, "Yeah, he and that queenrider of his, Zevida. I happened to be there when he and Thea were talking about it." His brows furrow, perhaps even a small amount of smoke rising up from his tired brain, "Who…? Oh." Tenebrous becomes much more visible once he's unmasked by his green, "Uh… Hi. I'm Hyrlon. You play the flute?"
He spoke! Janelle's head turns with surprise, but a grin plays at her lips. "No problems, it's true. Might've even drifted off to sleep, if I wassn't afraid I'd fall out of the swing." which, from the sounds of it, sleep would be quite welcome right about now. "I'm Janelle."
One of Tenebrous' hands drifts up to the small, wooden flute that hangs from a thong around his neck before he turns to face the two of you, his eyes slowly coming into focus. He simply looks at the two of you for a time before offering a quiet, "Not…really." That same hand almost reverently tucks the flute away beneath his overshirt. He stands slowly, coming to his full height, and regards both of you in turn. "Janelle. And Hyrlon." Then he nods, as if you saying your names actually confirms them. "Hello, ma'am. Sir."
Hyrlon quirks an eyebrow, chuckling, "Sir? I'm only 20, no siring for me just yet, thanks. If you don't play the flute what *do* you do?"
Janelle's grin softens a bit, "I liked it. And please, Janelle.. or Jan. I'm too young to be a ma'am." She thumbs towards Hyrlon, "Even he's two years my senior.."
Tenebrous looks between you both again, nodding his head at your words. "If you wish," he rumbles, clearing his throat. When you talk about the flute again, one of his hands moves up to touch the lump under his shirt, but before he can open his mouth, a piercing whistle comes from the edge of the forest. With an excited cry, the little green firelizard explodes out of his hood, tearing off through the sky towards the source. A gnarled woman stands there, leaning heavily on a staff of carved skybroom. Tenebrous' eyes flicker to her and then back to the two of you, and he murmurs, "I have to go now." Then, as if that explains it all, he simply does, starting away at a long-legged walk.
Hyrlon watches Fetch go, an odd look on his face, then he turns back to Janelle, "He's… an odd one…"
Janelle blinks briefly, but simply moves out of the way quietly, leaving Tenebrous to his passage. Nodding quietly after him, she adds, "Was nice to meet you.." Then, turning back towards Hyrlon, she tilts her head a bit, in quiet questioning, "And that was..? He seemed nice enough.."
Hyrlon smiles, "He seemed something, all right. Interesting fellow, wonder who he is."
Janelle shrugs a little, and just grins, "Oh, well.. Maybe we can find out sometime. What about you, what're you doing this overly-bright day?"
Hyrlon snorts, "Deciding how to besk kick Hysk out of my bed and letting those two," he indicates his flits, "Have their fun."
Janelle nods a little. She yawns briefly, "Jansk's in her own space, but I just couldn't sleep." Closing her eyes, she tils her head back, face up to the sun. "It's nice to feel the sun's warmth for a little, though."
Hyrlon smiles and nods, "I try to get up early enough to get some time in the evening light before Hysk can be active. Gives me a bit more time to myself."