Hanging Out by the Eggs Part 2
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Xanadu Weyr - Observation Level

Dark blue seats form a semi-circle around the sands below, the lowest row separating from the sands themselves by merely a railing. The seats climb upwards, each row a bit higher then the previous, and they are broken up into sections by 3 sets of staircases. Lights are evenly spaced along the outer wall, lighting the seats and the sands easily, though they tend to be dimmed unless a major event is taking place. A large balcony looms overhead, darkening some of the seats, providing a place for observers of the draconic kind to watch without obstructing the view for others.

When one looks over the railing, the oddly hued sand below can be seen easily, the circle-shaped area of the sands spread out to the far walls, the sand itself a unique mixture of red and white grains.


e-on watches Ashkeia go, leaning forwards slightly to see around Pora's front as the other girl retreats, smirking a little at the squawking brown firelizard. "Well, maybe it will still get wild. I wouldn't really be one to know," Relion admits, sighing briefly, shifting to stand to move the basket over to his easy reach, and withdraws a piece of bread from it, eyes moving over Pora's face briefly before back to the sands. "I think… I'm just trying not to be excited. That if I do, it'll be a greater let-down if… well."

"I thought you said you'd spent time in weyrs before?" Pora asks, curious, as she patches some unfortunate woman's skirt. "And… I know what you mean. I never imagined being searched. Much less… anything else. I try not to think too much about it." Seems to be her approach to lots of things. "Would you mind helping me with this? We could do something fun if I finish."

"In the weyr yes, out on sands, no," Relion smiles in answer, clarifying his meaning of 'wild'. Perhaps different than hers. He drops his eyes to the skirt. "Well, I think about it. I try to be prepared, but… well." He nods quietly when she asks for help, looking into her basket of items, pawing into it with broad hand, "Which still need repair?"

Pora seems to realize that they may have been discussing two different things. She giggles a bit. "Oh. That's a different sort of wild, I guess." She beams when she gets his help with minimal arm-twisting. "Thanks. Just these two." She says, gesturing to two tattered shirts left in the dwindling pile. "I don't think I want to know what these people were doing." She snags one for herself, eager to be done with her chore.

Relion examines the other shirt, looking at the rips. "This one looks like somebody needed a healer afterwards," Relion observes of the long rip on the arm, helping himself to her mending materials. He's not fast or rapid by any means, but certainly going to speed it up further than if she'd just done it by herself, lifting one leg to set an ankle over the other knee, using his leg as a table for the shirt to rest on while he works with it, blue eyes focused down on it, one side of his hair loosened to flop down into his way, but he ignores it.

"Or maybe it was just weyr people being wild like the stories say." Pora says with a little bit of a smirk, eyes on her item as she tries to sew up the many little holes and rips as rapidly as her fingers will do the work. "So, did you have any neat plans for later?" She asks.

"You really seem focused on /that/ kind of wild," Relion observes lightly, tone dry enough to be joking, actually. "Someone might think you were looking forward to it," He adds, just as candidly, frowning at some stitches and going back to reinforce it a bit better. "No, just still getting used to this change in time. It feels much earlier to me than it actually is, I'm adjusting poorly," Relion sighs, bemused. "Then again, I've been here.. less than a day."

Pora turns just a little pink at the remarks, joking tone or not. "I didn't say that! I mean, I just… the place wasn't exactly like I was led to believe." She's quick to rationalize. She seems a little disappointed when he doesn't have an immediate suggestion for post-chore activities. "Oh… well, we should do something fun. Though it is cold out…"

Relion grins a little, pleased at being able to make her turn pink, possibly, but his eyes stay on the project he's helping with. Methodically doing it properly; somebody taught him at some time, clearly. "What do you usually do for fun?" he asks.

Pora keeps her eyes on her work as she answers, trying to finish the stitching properly. "Well, at the farm, there wasn't much to do. Read. Go walking. Sometimes I'd sneak out with kids from the other farms, but we couldn't get away with that too often… here, I don't know."

"Have you found more people to include on your waterfall trip? I don't think there would be any wild swimming, though, with it being winter," Relion comments. He reaches for more thread, rethreading his needle and shifting his weight a little bit. "If it wasn't snowin' a bit I'd say we could scout for other places like that, but." A shrug. "Maybe there's a game or two to be had in the lower caverns," he considers.

"Well, I think most of the candidates are going." Pora says thoughtfully, pausing for a moment. "I think Amelia and Ashkeia are going. Natali too. And Quila. I'm sure you're looking forward to that." She says with a wink and smirk. "Anyways, I've heard the eggs probably won't hatch until early summer, so we can probably save the trip for a warm spring day."

Relion reacts in brief surprise. "Looking forward to—? Oh." Relion pauses, and releases a deep, comfortable roll of a warm laugh. It's not loud, no need to suppress it for fear of disrupting the queens. "I've seem a few other boys around. I'm not the only one," Relion mildly reminds her. "Oh? That will be quite a while, then," Relion says, with a sense of mixed feelings.

Pora grins at Relion, a little mischief in her eye as she senses she now has something to tease him about. "I meant you'd be looking forward to seeing Quila swim. I saw the way you were looking at her. I might've grown up on a farm, but I'm not blind!" She says with a laugh, finishing her last stitch and setting the garment in the basket of finished pieces. "Yeah, we'll be here for months. Isn't it great?"

Relion rolls his eyes with a quick, maybe relieved grin. "Well, maybe you saw what she was wearing," Relion says, sly in tone, arching a brow at Pora's direction. He's probably finished his, but it's still draped on his lap, though he's stopped working on it. He shrugs some, "I just met her." Simple, easy, distracted. He leans over to put the mending materials back, and then offers the shirt over.

Pora giggles a bit. "I saw what she wasn't wearing, too." She says with a wink and a smile. "Oh, I can't blame you." With the pieces finished, she carefully collects them in the basket, then reaches out for his. A devilish smirk appears on her face. "You know, we could go join Ash in the springs. That'd be a good way to keep warm."

If she expected him to shy, he doesn't. "Oh, that's right. You're /cold/," Relion says with a deep breath and lift of shoulders, as if her issue was tiresome. A smile that filters in suggests otherwise, though. "Well, I need to take this back to the kitchens, and I'd imagine you have something to do with those," Relion says, gesturing at the clothes, but gamely moving to his feet. "Before anything else."

Pora may have had her bluff called, but she doesn't back down. "Yes, I have to drop this off with the headwoman before I can do anything else." She says, lifting up the unwieldy basket of clothing. "Meet you there?" She suggests, half-hidden by the basket.

"Fine, though by the time we get there, I'll bet Ash will be long gone, and you're stuck with me," Relion comments, picking up his own less burdensome basket, with one last long look out at the eggs, as if willing some action to occur there.

Pora follows his look towards the eggs, which is a little impaired by the heavy basket she is clutching to her chest. "Well, we'll see. Maybe Ash likes long soaks." She can hope, anyways. She starts making her way towards the exit, slow to avoid spilling clothing.


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Xanadu Weyr - Hot Springs

// The warmth that flows from this cavern is almost overwhelming for some, the steam rising from the shimmering pools as thick as the morning fog that rolls in off the ocean. Numerous pools are scattered here and there with ribboned walls that are natural in their construction. The water has a somewhat green cast to it, but it is merely a reflection from the ethereal light which is the glow down here that was so noticeable from the Lower Cavern Tunnel. People can often be found down here washing themselves or just relaxing.
Situated along the walls are various racks covered in fresh towels ready for those who step out of the warm waters. A set of shelves have been installed towards the back wall, allowing people a place to put their belongings while they rest in the pools, and despite the white color that these have been painted, they are cast with that eerie green glow. Then, it's obvious. The ceiling of this cavern is covered in the fluorescent phosphorous matter that glows are made off. The mossy substance almost glitters and appears quite lovely.//


Pora takes some time dropping off her clothing before arriving at the springs. Perhaps she was tempted to chicken out. She talks tough, but she is still a bit of an insecure farm girl. Nevertheless, here she is. She sneaks in, being extra quiet, surveying the baths for signs of Relion. She has no clue whether she beat him here or not.

With the wait, Relion did suspect she'd chickened out, or become busy, but that was fine. He now has fodder to tease her about later. But as she does come, she'll spot him at a side pool, red hair darkened by the water and slicked back as he efficiently washes, working over a shoulder and forearm.

The urge to chicken out does flare up again when Pora actually spots Relion, pink returning to her cheeks. However, she fights it back, taking advantage of the fact that he hasn't seen her yet to compose herself. She takes a deep breath and approaches the pool, a smile on her face which she desperately hopes comes across as nonchalant. "Hi." She greets quietly. "Hope you weren't waiting long."

Relion pauses in his general frothy scrubbing to look up and over to her. And grins a little bit, "Relax. You're making /me/ remember what it was like when I first got to a weyr," Relion admonishes, otherwise composed, no embarrassment. "No, I just sat down, really."

Pora appears somewhat perturbed that her attempt to be nonchalant was completely transparent. "What? I'm not, you know, embarassed or whatever." She says in a tone with somewhat wavering sincerity. "Good. I'll be with you in a second." She says as she makes her way to the nearest bench, sitting down to pry off her shoes.

"No, you're obviously not," Relion agrees with good humor, but doesn't add any parting blows to it. He doesn't rub it in any further, he'll leave her to get comfortable, or remain skittish, at her own progression. He goes back to his own cleansing, with no real hurry to the motions.

"I'm not!" Pora insists. This leads to the odd spectacle of Pora apparently undressing out of spite as much as anything else, a forced neutral expression on her face as she works her way out of her ratty work clothes. The clothes are hurriedly stuffed in the nearest empty cubby, and she strides back to Relion's tub with the same forced expression. "See? Not embarassed." She insists, even as she rather hurriedly slides into the water across from him.

"Yes, I see. Not embarrassed," Relion echoes simply, gaze casual, nothing more, at her angry progress back to the water and her quick movement to get into it as soon as possible. "How silly of me," Relion says, innocent in tone, unwilling to provoke her further, maybe, washing a lather off his shoulder and starting into his hair with methodical presses of fingers back through it.

Pora rapidly sinks up to her neck despite her protestations, eyes shut for a moment as she adapts to the warmth of the pool. They slowly open again, settling on Relion. "I'm not some scared little girl, you know." She insists, reaching out to hold out a hand. "Pass some soapsand, please." Apparently she forgot to get her own in her stomping over.

"It's really okay," Relion says, pausing, to try to impress this opinion on her, that he really isn't judging her. He distractedly nods and passes a handful over; which may be more than a handful for her, considering the hand size difference between them. Something that causes a brief smile to tease the side of his mouth. "Why you have it in your mind that it's best to be entirely confident ALL the time, I'm not sure."

Pora ends up having to cup both her hands to hold the soapsand, which she brings back over to herself, starting to rub it into her shoulders. "Thank you." She says, careful expression still in face. It wavers a little at his last remark. "Well… isn't that what weyr girls are supposed to be like? Bold, and fearless? Y'know, like Quila?" Clearly, the other girl has become something of a role model for her.

Relion retracts a little bit, perhaps apologetic in his way. "Well. I'm not really an expert on weyr girls. Or what they're supposed to be, or not be. I guess I think that a variety of all kinds of personalities is best. To have ones that are careful and reserved, as well." He looks away from her, as if distracted into his own thoughts for a time, continuing with his hair and neck.

Pora starts rubbing the soapsand into her shoulders, arms, and face, considering Relion's words as she gets herself clean. "… I guess you're right." She says, working some of the soapsand into her hair. "But… this, at least, is something I need to get used to if I'm going to live in a weyr, right?"

Relion laughs a little, "I got too deep. I think too much, I know. Just tell me if I do that," Relion says, lifting his hands some, pausing in his washing. "I don't think it's /bad/ to try to be bold or fearless or whatever else. Just that… bein' yourself is okay too?" He blushes and shrugs, and submerges to rinse.

"No, it's fine." Pora assures. She dips underneath the surface of the water for a moment, re-emerging with wet hair which she pulls back from her eyes. "I guess you're right. It's silly of me to try too hard. I just… wish I could be more like some of them, y'know?" She says with a tilt of her head. "Plus, I guess I kind of wanted to impress you." She admits.

Relion rinses again, squeezing out his hair and pressing it against head and neck, eyes closed, before he rubs fingers across them to press the water away. "Okay. Yeah," Relion says, to wanting to be like the others. And then chokes slightly at the last admission. "…Me? Why would what I think matter?" Relion says, with a brief, amused sound.

Pora busies herself by scrubbing her legs while she speaks, which helps her avoid eye contact for the moment. "Well, I don't know. You're one of the few guys who has been nice to me here. Even if it was just chatting for a little while. Plus… oh, this is really silly…" She shakes her head. "I don't know. I sometimes wish I could make people pay attention to me the way they pay attention to girls like Quila. Does that make sense?"

Relion stays quiet for perhaps an unnerving time, mulling over her words, perhaps, or just forming his own opinions based on what she's said. "Well. It's a little unnerving to me to be beset on all sides by female candidates," Relion grins briefly, but it's a little forced, to cover his own embarrassment, maybe. "All of you could gang up on me; I'm just trying to hold my own," he chuckles.

Pora looks back at Relion, managing a little smile and a roll of her eyes. "It's hardly like anyone's fighting over you. Don't let yourself get a big head." She smirks and sits up a little straighter, perhaps more relaxed now. "I just wanted a little attention, that's all."

A quick sharp laugh. "Fighting over— no. That isn't really what I meant. Poking at me in curiosity, perhaps is more accurate," Relion answers, amused, particularly at the idea of being fought over; how silly. It makes it into a joke: "You wouldn't fight for me? I'm /hurt/, Pora. /Hurt/."

Pora sticks her tongue out at Relion in a childish gesture that probably undoes a lot of her earlier attempts to be mature and sophisticated. "I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you? She asks, finishing rubbing her feet clean. "Anyways, I got naked to impress you. You should count yourself lucky."

"Oh, well, I figured you just wanted to see /me/ naked," Relion answers serenely, in the same easy joking tone. And, just to mess with her, really, scoops up another hand of sand, and stands to offer it over, just to see if she twitches with upper body out of the water. Expression amused, perhaps fond. "Here, use this to scrub your dirty mind," he adds, with a rogue's immediate grin that sparks his blue eyes quite warmly.

"That was pretty much an incidental benefit." Pora says with a little bit of a devilish smirk back on her face. She tries to act nonchalant as she reaches out to accept the sand, though she can't help but take a glance down. Perhaps egged on by his remarks, she decides to raise the stakes, voice playful again. "Actually, I can't quite reach my back. Would you get it?"

Well, Relion doesn't immediately lunge at the chance, or greedily move to do it, he actually does seem to consider, or perhaps just to make her sweat. "Well. All right. But if you claim to be unable to reach your front, I'll think it's more that you want extra 'attention,'" Relion informs her in his insufferable mild way, picking up sand and gesturing her to turn her back on him.

Pora does seem mildly surprised that Relion takes her up on her request. However, she's trying quite hard to be appropriately bold now, so she certainly won't revoke the offer. "Why, would you turn that down?" She asks in a teasing, challenging sort of tone. There's a semi-nervous giggle as she turns around, pulling herself a little further out of the water to expose her back, down to her waist.

Relion is quiet behind her, frowning maybe, before he moves some of her hair aside over her shoulder and begins to wash over her displayed upper back. The same sort of gentle, methodical care he did with the garment he was fixing. "Maybe. We're Candidates," Relion's answer is quiet, reserved.

Pora shivers a little. Despite her flirty facade, being touched by a boy at all is clearly a pretty rare experience for her. Perhaps a nonexistant one. She tries to make herself as comfortable as possible. "I didn't say you could… y'know, do that. I am a lady, you know."

Relion slows, sensing her shivering response, though that may not really help matters, really. "That wasn't the question; you asked if I'd turn it down," Relion answers, bratty. "We're being hypothetical, of course. I didn't doubt you were a lady, Pora."

Pora manages to calm herself down shortly enough, eyes shut as she tries to let herself enjoy being pampered. "Well, one of these days, I'll be a proper weyr girl yet." She says as she attempts to relax. "This does kind of feel nice."

Relion chuckles quietly, relaxing to an extent as well, as nothing uncomfortable springs up from this. "Not afraid of the wildness?" Relion can't help ask her. "Good, I'm glad you approve of my back washing technique," Relion laughs, properly starting to actually /wash/, not just fiddle around with the sandsoap.

"Hey, I can be wild." Pora insists, vigor returning to her voice. Perhaps it's just to be heard, since she's no longer facing Relion. "Back at the farm, sometimes I'd go skinny dipping with the other kids from the neighboring farms. I'm plenty wild." It's the height of rebellion, to hear her tell it.

"/Well/ then!" Relion agrees, and releases her back, stepping away, and finishing his own bathing, with a chuckle of, "I think I've gotten those spots you 'can't reach,'" to her. He sits back down, curious of if she'll turn fully, or seek to hide in the water again.

Pora seems to ponder the question herself for a moment, staying in the same position for a little while before doing anything. "Well, thank you." She says quietly as she stalls for time. Eventually she seems to decide that if she's going to be bold, she might as well go for it. She turns herself around to face him, water only up to her waist now, a shy smile on her lips. "That was nice of you."

Relion might not have /looked/, at least not in the same way, if it wasn't clearly purposeful that she turned in order to face him and his gaze. She'll find his eyes low, appreciating her, before coming to her face, his smile mild. "You're welcome. I think I got my own, but next time I'm not so sure I can reach it," Relion says, playful.

Pora is still obviously trying to be casual, even if it is a rather flimsy facade. At least she's still smiling. "Yes, I bet you'll have problems with that." She says with a little giggle. "Next time? You going to invite me back?" Noticing the glance, even if it was invited, she raises an eyebrow. "Like what you see?"

"Naw, I feel lunch comin' up, excuse me, pretty girls, yuck," Relion says in mock horror, and then snorts a laugh, "I wouldn't invite you back if not, eh?" he adds, lifting his hands a little, and gesturing for her to relax near him in the water, if she likes. A simple invitation, but nothing flirtatious in it. He's checking his behavior; quite decent self control.

Pora rolls her eyes and smirks at the boy. "You know, sometimes, it's fine to just go with sincere compliments." Especially when she's so obviously fishing for them. The invitation is noted, and after a moment's consideration, accepted. Having managed to rather dispose of her modesty for the time being, she gets to her feet to carefully step over to Relion's side before carefully sitting back down beside him.

Relion huffs at the comment about his lack of sincere compliments. "Nah, that'd be exactly what you'd be /expecting/," Relion answers, grinning, relaxing down into the water with a scoot of body, turning blue eyes upwards to the ceiling, a slow idle look upwards, through it maybe.

Pora rolls her eyes at Relion as she settles in the water, making herself nice and comfortable. It's then that she notices his look at the ceiling, which her eyes follow. "What are you looking at?" She asks, quiet.

Relion hmmmms a little, drawing out of his distance. And actually looking up again. "Oh. Nothing really. Just thinking. A dangerous affectation I'm working to suppress most of the time," Relion adds, tone brightening with a similar half-smile. "Mostly just about that we're in this … strange kind of limbo, until the eggs do hatch, and we get… well, an answer, about what direction our lives continue in. Until then, there's just…." Relion shrugs once. "Anticipation?"

Pora thinks on that for a moment. It seems to make her a little uncomfortable. "… I try not to think about things like that. I mean, things will work out the way they're supposed to work out. Won't they? I mean, there's no point in worrying about it too much when we can't change the outcome, is there?"

Relion shifts and sighs, automatically moving an arm briefly across her shoulders, unless she dodges or shifts aside. "Okay, yeah. I'm sorry. For now, we wait, and learn what we can," Relion agrees, with an apologetic brief squeeze, if she allows, a friendly gesture. "Since I guess the only other choice to waiting is to quit, and go back to…" he shrugs slightly, trailing off.

Pora doesn't duck away from the arm around her. She responds with another one of her slightly shy smiles. "I guess you can't help thinking about it… but obsessing seems like it doesn't do anyone any good. The dragons will know what to do, right?"

"Yeah. I guess it's more that I ..question that I'll impress," Relion chuckles some. "And if that's the case, well, my time is better spent on my craft, isn't it?" He asks, more quietly, a delicate tone to the words, in a way; he's sharing his worry with her, hopeful she doesn't mock it. Alone in this new Weyr, seeking a friend is probably not that strange at all.

Pora gives him a rather understanding look, smiling and shaking her head. "I wouldn't… think of it that way. I mean, when I do think of it… I kind of doubt I'll impress either." Her smile wavers a bit. "I mean… I'm not really anything like the dragonriders from the stories. The heroes. I'm just… you know, some farm girl who happened to be here." She grows a little more quiet. "That's another reason I don't like to think about it."

"But, well, it's a dream, isn't it? And so we stay on.. and wait." Relion squeezes her shoulder and then eases his arm back, moving to stand fully. "We'd best get a move on," he suggests, "Back to our duties and all," he adds, offering her a hand up out of the pool if she wants it, proud in his own muscular, large build's comfortable nudity, before going for a towel.

"It's all we can do." Pora agrees, smiling fully again. When he steps out of the pool she can't help but look, and the blush is back on her cheeks once more. There's some hesitation, but she does accept the hand and steps out of the pool beside him, making no effort to cover up until a towel is within reach. "You're right. Lots of chores tomorrow."

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