A Favor, Please?

Xanadu Weyr - Clearing

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A wide clearing stretches from east to west, the ground packed hard although grass grows across most of it. Trees are strictly forbidden in this space, their danger to the constant draconic traffic reason enough to banish them to the forest that creates a this and sharp border to the north. Where the ground is less trampled, tiny flowers poke their delicate heads out from their shaded hiding places with upturned petals to wave to whoever may be looking.
The cliff looms imposingly on three sides, stretching upwards all the way up the side of the mountain where, high above, Xanadu's Star Stones and the ever present watchdragon sit on a lonely peak. Directly south is a massive tunnel, fully wide enough for even the largest dragon to fly down. Southeast are wide steps leading up to the Caverns and eastwards is the large entrance to the Infirmary. Somewhat north of the Infirmary is a human sized archway that has a frequent quantity of traffic — it leads to the Tavern. Southwest lies the low ledges currently belonging to Xanadu's queens while north and west a broad path cut by the side of the cliff leads to the Feeding Grounds and due north is the spacious trail that leads to the rest of the Weyr.


Moria and Tresha emerge from the craft complex, giggling together over something as they walk across the clearing. Moria says something and the other journeywoman bursts into laughter, shaking her head at her now-blushing friend. A bronze firelizard swoops from a nearby tree to land on Moria's shoulders and the pair stops, focusing on the firelizard.

Rokugo is one his own way from the main caverns toward his quarters, he smiles seeing Moira, one of the few he knows, nodding to her.

Moria pets the bronze fire lizard soothingly as he chirps on her shoulder, and smiles to Rokugo as he passes. Tresha glances after Moria's gaze and notices Rokugo. With a sly grin she crosses over to intercept Rokugo, Moria's expression one of confusion as Tresha approaches the Starcrafter. "Hey, it's Rokugo, right?" Tresha asks, smiling prettily.

Rokugo blinks and nods, "It is…yeah…I am sorry have we met?" He smiles softly, he looks over to Moria's direction in a little confusion.

Tresha's smile widens and she nods slightly. "I was with Moria at the complex the day you arrived, I was just too busy to say hi. My name's Tresha." She flips her long brown hair over one shoulder flirtatiously. "Could you help me with something?"

Moria shrugs when Rokugo looks her way, indicating she too is clueless.

Rokugo nods, "Sure, do you need something moved or?" He smiles, "I will be more then happy to help"

Tresha shakes her head, reaching to take Rokugo's arm, if he lets her. "Nope, I just need a male opinion on something," she explains, leading the way back to Moria. "Ria, Rokugo can help!" Moria stares at Tresha, at first confused, then blushing. "Tresha! What are you doing?! That's totally not fair!" she exclaims, her blush deepening.

Rokugo nods, allowing himself to be dragged along, "Opinions? Well I might be able to find one of those. Though mom always said watch your opinion around women, they don't always appreciate your sense of humor.

Tresha laughs, shaking her head with a bright smile. "Don't worry, it's nothing scary," she tells Rokugo. Moria gets a wink before Tresha stops beside her. "Okay, so Moria is trying to figure out the best way to attract someone's attention. A male someone."

Moria gasps in outrage, batting at Tresha's arm. "Oh, don't you do that!" she exclaims.

"Hush, Moria," Tresha responds before continuing to speak to Rokugo. "Moria needs a male opinion on what colors flatter her, so she can dress in an attractive manner," Tresha explains, and guestures to Moria's rather unattractive outfit. "We obviously need to figure out something else for her to wear, so we need a color scheme," she finishes, looking at Rokugo expectantly.

Rokugo blinks and shakes his head, "personally I think Moria attracts a lot of male attention as it is, or I would assume she does." He bites his lip realizeing what he said, "I am afraid I am not much of a fashion person, but her eyes are a cute brown, and with the gold hair…maybe something bronzeish would tie them together?

At the word 'bronzeish' Mulgrave chirps, wrapping his tail around Moria's neck and leaning down her arm to peer at Rokugo. Moria laughs and stroke's the bronze firelizard. "I don't think he means you, Mulgrave," she tells him.

Tresha looks at Moria critically as Rokugo speaks, nodding her head slowly. "I think I see what you mean. We'll start there then!" she says, grinning. "I think she does too," the girl confides in a lower voice, "but she doesn't believe me."

Moria glares at Tresha, then her face softens and she shakes her head. "This is what I get for telling you in the first place. But what else are friend for?" she asks rhetorically. She turns to Rokugo, smiling sheepishly. "Thank you for both your compliment and the suggestion. I appreciate your help."

Rokugo nods, "I think she needs to wear more then just a fire lizard…" He blinks and blushes some, "See mom said keep my opinions to myself for a reason…" He grins, "Umm anytime, anything I can do."

Moria blushes furiously, then shakes her head. "No, it's okay. You are right, I would definetly want to wear more than a firelizard," she says, lips twitching. "You can tell your mom that you did give a good opinion today. Again, thank you."

Tresha adds, "I'll let you know how it turns out, and you can tell your mom that you helped Ria out, hmm?"

Rokugo nods, "Ok…" He grins and shakes his head, "I should go before I get myself into more trouble…."

Moria smiles in understanding and nods. "Do let me know if I can be of any help in return," she offers, and Mulgrave chortles agreement.

Tresha laughs. "What trouble? You haven't done a thing wrong," she insists with a smile.


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