Daralyn Wants To Know What It's Like To Be A Rider

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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.

Daralyn has a rugged, teenagerish look. Though still rather on the young side, his face is somewhat scarred, the result of a rather unkind run-in with acne. His hair is a shade of dark brown, bordering on black. He is fairly normal-height for his age, perhaps a bit on the short side, and is quite thin. Normally, he is wearing a fairly plain shirt, pants, belt, and a pair of boots. Whatever else he wears depends on the weather, though he has a fairly thick skin for winter cold.

First glances would notice a young woman on the shorter side of average and well proportioned with toned muscles. She has long, curly chestnut hair usually plaited up and off her face, which is mostly round and angles into a strong chin. Her skin is on the fairer side of tan, speckled with freckles and the occasional spot of acne. Large eyes on the browner side of hazel are framed by long lashes and full, expressive eyebrows. Her nose and mouth are on the smaller side, and her teeth a tetch uneven, but her smile is easy and her voice is low and lilting.
Amelia favors earthy tones and looser fits in her clothing. Currently she wears a warm moss green top with long sleeves, layered beneath a cream hued vest. Her trousers are light brown, sturdy fabric, tucked into a pair of tired old boots with several skewed seams along the lace holes. On her shoulder is the knot depicting a BeastCraft Journeywoman posted to Xanadu Weyr.

It's early evening, the sun's going down over the water and D'son's flopped on a blanket on the sand looking out over the water in spite of the shift in the weather toward chilly. The bronzerider's got his jacket on, a scarf wound around his neck and his bronze is splashing around out in the water and looking like he's having a grand old time while Dels looks on with a faintly amused expression. A notebook or sketchpad and a closed laptop lie atop a leather bag alongside the rider, currently not in use.

Daralyn is down at the beach. He -finally- finished his chores and lessons for the day, which seemed rather never-ending. So he's got some time, the beach necessarily beckons. What else is a teenager to do?

Noticing someone older down at the beach, he initially keeps his distance and swims around a bit to relax, but after a while that gets old and he comes in…and flops a few feet from D'son, offering a friendly wave. "Hey there."

D'son watches Daralyn's approach and returns that wave casually. "Heya," is the simple greeting in return. "Not too cold in there?" he queries of the wintry waters, which clearly don't bother Inimeth any.

Amelia wanders down to the beach post supper. Clean rather than barn-chore dirty, bundled up cozily, and a little on the quieter side, though there's a constant little hum. She notices D'son and Daralyn from a distance and rather than simply meandering, her walk turns a little more purposeful, heading on a more direct path towards the bronzerider. When she's close enough, she smiles a greeting and, glancing towards the younger boy, smiles one towards him as well. "It's so much slower to walk along here on just my own two feet. Usually I'm letting a runner do the walking."

Daralyn shakes his head. "Not too bad today, but I don't think I could stand it -too- much longer." Actually, he found out that it was a mistake but was too hard-headed to pop out immediately. Such is the nature of a teenager…

Daralyn glances down at D'son's pad as he dries off. "You draw?" Turning his attention towards Ameila, he smiles a greeting back. No words, just a warm smile (from a cold kid).

Amelia's approach earns a much more overt reaction from D'son as the beastcrafter gets near enough for him to catch sight of her. "Plenty of time for thinking and taking in the sunset," he tells her with a warm smile and reaches up, aiming to take one of her hands. "Yeah, I think I'm done with giving Inimeth baths there for the season," Dels answers Daralyn though, looking back toward the youth. "Mm, yeah. Mostly schematics," the bronzerider answers, reaching over to tap the notepad's cover.

"Don't get yourself sick, hm?" Amelia eyes Daralyn with eyebrows raised. "Was that a dare, your being out there?" Once she's near enough to, Amelia lets her hand be caught and she sinks to the ground beside D'son. She leans against his shoulder and glances at the sketchbook as he answers the teenager. "What project is this one?"

As Daralyn finishes drying off, he slips his shirt back on. "Schematics? What do you design?" Oh, the questions of a bored teenager… "And no, it wasn't a dare…" Pause, while he has a memory blank. "I can't recall your name…" The comment is rather apologetic…he -hates- forgetting details like this, even though that's just what he's doing right now.

"Um … got a couple of clocks in here, some other ideas for machines," D'son replies a little evasively and smiles at Amelia again as she sinks down beside him. "Hey," he says more quietly to the beastcrafter and leans over to drop a light kiss to her cheek. "Mostly just doodling today," he confesses about the contents of the notepad. "I'm D'son, bronze Inimeth's," a nod of his chin toward the bronze in the water. "And this is Amelia, Journeyman Beastcrafter." His tone connotes pride over that particular rank.

Amelia nods at the introduction, "Pretty much that person who is essentially /always/ in the stables or the barnyard." Her tone isn't as bright as it could be, though she smiles and takes back the hand D'son had held. "And you are? I've not seen you around the stables, though I think perhaps I've seen your face in the craft complex?"

"I'm Daralyn. In the Computer Craft." He smiles a bit. "Doesn't get me out of all my chores, though…" He shrugs. "I'm still training for a few more years." And then there's a pause. "What's riding a dragon like?"

"You must spend a fair bit of time over at Landing then?" D'son inquires conversationally of Daralyn. "I like computers myself," Dels confesses with a little grin though he slants a little sidelong look at Amelia, maybe checking in as he catches that slight lack of brightness in her tone. "Amie's really good with runners," he announces with further affection and slides his arm around behind her. "Uh - do you mean literally riding a dragon, or being a dragonrider?"

"Computers, huh? Do you know Eledri? He's another of your craft, posted here," she adds her own to D'son's question. And at his compliment, her expression warms a bit with a smile. "Thanks," she murmurs, "Runners are pretty well amazing, I think. Specially when they go fast and you're connected. Dragons are much faster, though," she grins. "Haven't you been on dragonback to get to Landing?"

"I know him in passing." Daralyn thinks for a moment on the question he was asked in response. "Being a dragonrider. I've been on a dragon before…" He doesn't continue the sentence, but there's just a bit of unease in his voice as he says that. "The computers are really nice to work with, though I wish I didn't have to spend as much time away from here as I do. I've spent most of my life here or at Rubicon River…" He gets homesick, what can he say?

"Oh well, shells, that'd take a lot of explaining," D'son says with a little laugh. "I mean, there's the duties part and getting to fly around a lot. And then there's everything to do with how you are with your dragon. How things … change," the bronzerider says slowly and then promptly gives Amelia a squeeze, before he pushes up to his feet. "Speaking of how things change, Inimeth's ready to head home for a bit of oil. Daralyn, it was nice meeting you. Amie — I'll catch up with you later. Feel free to stay on the blanket though," the bronzerider offers, bends to catch up the rest of his stuff, then trots over to meet Inimeth for a possibly recklessly unstrapped glide over the trees back to their weyr.

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