Giants In The Sky
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Xanadu Weyr - Garden
// An arch woven from the tendrils of a willow tree stretches overhead lightly creeping with ivy as one steps in from the meadow into this sanctuary of green. Cool gray flagstone carefully spaced enables a soft velvety moss to thrive within the cracks, and creates a single wide pathway that fluidly breaks off into two paths of stone once free of the natural arbor. It is a wonder this place, and meticulously tended from the way it seems not a single leaf is out of place.
On either side of the main path expansive grassy patches are trimmed short and edged behind with natural tan colored stone selectively chosen to stack just right. Beyond these are a line of fine puffed shrubberies in vibrant green intermingled with flowering bushes of brilliant pinks varying in hue from the very light to the very dark, which causes the occasional snowy white blossoms of other scattered here and there without worry to simply pop out of the scenery.
Directly in the center of the garden is another wall of intricately stacked stone, this of muted grays, creating what from the air would prove to be a perfect circle. It's been set high for safety, but not so much as one would not be able to lean over it to admire what lies beyond, either standing or sitting at the smattering of benches whose backs are set every four feet along it. Flush to the ground inside it's protective stone outcropping, is an enormous twenty foot wide fish pond. Within one can glean the metallic glint of playful goldfish, the unhurried cruise of fat koi, and even a frog or three among pale yellow and white flowering water lilies and their thick green pads.
The trees surrounding the entire garden were planted to give the impression that they had always been here, not only lending to a rustic look, but also alluding to the beauty that can be found among the wilds if only one might just look for it. Species vary from the ordinary Birch and Pine, but the flaming red capsules of the Indian Shot to the robust orange spokes of the Firewheel tree suggest the spice of the exotic.
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Evening at Xanadu Weyr, it's windy. The wind has moved tons of foilage and pulled out one small tree, probably lousy planning on someone's part for planting at the wrong time. Still, it's not that bad, except when it is, and then your hair is in your face, and if you have paperwork, it is GONE. The windy evening finds a lone dark cyan green hatchling and her young rider wandering through the garden. "Listen, I am not saying you can't wrestle, but you threatened to rip her throat out. And, Nei, if I have to run one more lap, I might DIE." The green dragon snorts, eye whirling orange and yellow. Whatever conversation they are having, it's in private. Evi is wearing a long black skirt, and a loose long-sleeved tunic, overtop of this is a riding jacket that has a name embroidered in the front. ONYXIA it reads in bright blue type. At this stage in growth, the dragonette is about 5 meters long, the celadon feet are MUCH too large, it's funny to watch her walk as she has to exaggerate movement at the knees to move the heavy appendages. The action makes her look like she's a trotting runner, or a feline with something stuck to its foot.

There is an unfamiliar face wandering the weyr this evening. A very /large/, very bronze unfamiliar face. Yevith is quite possibly one of the largest bronzes around, and it's not a lanky height. He is broad and solid as a brick, which only makes Br'aby look like a tiny stick figure wearing a scarf as they come in for a landing. The rider slides the very /long/ distance to the ground, but lands with a certain flourish that suggests he's actually practiced these moves. If you must land, land in style! At any rate, his long pastel blue scarf is thrown back over his shoulder to trail behind him in the wind, as he makes his way straight to the gardens. No doubt Yevith spotted his quarry from his high vantage, which makes it that much easier for Br'aby to make his way straight to Evi and her tiny dragon caricature. The dragonet gets a finger-wiggle while he's still on the approach, but his attention is reserved mainly for Evi. "You're Evi, right?" He's already digging in an elaborately tooled shoulder bag, and produces a sealed envelope with her name written on it. "This is for you." How did Br'aby know who she was? WITCHCRAFT, GASP.

If the bronze was expecting any greeting from Neifeth, he's gonna be waiting a while. Forever awhile. The two are in deep discussion, with Nei occasionally STOMPING one of her giant feet and snapping at the air away from Evi, the sound of her teeth hitting each other is menacing and would prove a point to anyone. Anyone but her rider who side-eyes her new friend like a mother to an errant child. Looking over the man walking towards them is scanned, Nei walking right up and placing her head between Evi and this new bronzerider, making it that much harder for him to deliver anything. RUDE. "Yes?" Head tilting, so her braids touch her shoulder, brown eyes examining the scarf with her nose poking forward in interest. "Um, yes." This whole process is a mystery to Evi, never in her life has she ever received a piece of mail from a person. Firelizards have always delivered her notes, but ACTUAL, HAND DELIVERED MAIL? For that reason, she is stunned, one hand going out and retrieving the missive but not opening. Neifeth cuts in «HOW did YOU come by this? HOW DO YOU KNOW HER NAME. PSYCHOPATH.» Yep, Nei in her eternal lousy mood, her voice mid-tone but each word cuts, mind coming with a bright flash of purple, dark as night in the deepest wood. "NEI. You can't just." «Well.»

It's probably something fancy and all carefully handmade that couldn't be /trusted/ with a firelizard, ok. I mean. Surely someone thinks Evi deserves to be congratulated for her Impression! Or maybe someone died. GOTTA OPEN IT TO FIND OUT. Br'aby doesn't seem to really have any further concern about the letter once it's out of his hand, and his attention immediately falls to the demanding dragonet. A grin spreads across his face, as though he didn't even hear the tone of that request. "Oh, /hello/, little one. You are a /very/ lovely shade of green, aren't you? Obviously, I was paid to deliver it. And Yevith recognized her face because another dragon shared it with him. How else would a person deliver mail to strangers?" How else, indeed.

Nei is not going anywhere, she's planted herself between these two. She is going to be making it hard to conversate for as long as she likes as her head is almost blocking Evi from seeing Br'aby, a little more growing, and she will make a great blindfold/body block. Chin tilted up, probably straining her tiny neck a bit to see the sandy blonde-haired man. "She didn't mean it. " «NO, SHE DOES NOT MEAN IT. I mean it.» There's a growl to her voice «Slimy, simple, wher faced assassins.» Neifeth sniffs the letter, attempting to take it from her rider's hands with surprising gentleness. All her teeth do is rip the envelope, and the dirty blonde haired weaver girl pulls out a letter, "Oh, thank you, um. Sir." Unfolding the paper, she starts to read, and a smile plays on her lips. "Look, Nei, Kinla sends her approval of my impression. She also found a nice boy.. in Monaco and wants me to meet him." A visible wince, eyes squinting and head dropping as her face reddens. «ANY boy that comes NEAR you will lose his HAND.» Sorry, Br'aby, the tone of her voice says she is not joking. There's not a hint of humor in this green creature, «Of course I am, like it's hard.» Like DUH. "Can you take something back to her for me? Or is this one way? Um, you well- know my name. What's yours?" One hand goes out, and it's clear she's not going to be able to shake any hands around Neifeth's visage, all dark and striped and IN THE DARN WAY. "Where did you get your scarf." «What she means is your grievous errors may soon be forgotten, for a price..» Evi's eyes bulge and she steps back, one hand grabbing at and pulling the leaves off a bush. Distraction, distraction.

If Br'aby is put off by the young dragon's antics, he doesn't show it. Though the assassins reference does earn an odd look passed from Evi to Nei and back. "Someone's trying to assassinate you? That seems rather rude of them." As for his hand, he's not worried about it, since he's a MAN not a boy. "Of course," the bronzerider agrees, easily. "I'm Br'aby. Mine is Yevith… But he's staying out of the garden because he trampled a tree last time." He doesn't appear to be joking. The scarf compliment is met with a beaming smile. "Oh, I buy them of course. I have several. I rather like the effect while flying. I'm glad you agree." Is he really this oblivious? Apparently.

The fact that Br'aby doesn't seem to notice her outrage only makes it worse «DO you have some sort of INTELLECTUAL DISABILITY. ARE YOU SLOW? ARE. You. SLOW?» Backing out from between the two, she paddles over to flowers opening her wings and blocking off part of the path so that her head can be in the flowers her tail bends down a small tree behind her. Evi closes her eyes tight and focuses in on Br'aby, "She's, herself. Where did you buy it? Um." Patting her pockets down she pulls out 6 pieces of paper from her skirt pockets. One is opened and it reveals an A-line dress, half the dress covered in feathers the other half unfinished, around the dress are names, and drawings of clothing, and sign language signs. Inspecting the paper no room to be found, she folds it back up. After going through all 5 documents, the last one has about 2 inches by 1/8th inch of room in a margin. The whole page is a mix of sign language signs and cat clothing drawings. "Br'aby, and bronze Yevith." A pencil is pulled from her pocket, it's much too small for practicality, but this does not daunt Evi. «Can you part with the scarf? Simple one?» Nei using her rider's distraction to barter, "She won't let it go.." Evi warns, headshaking as her tongue comes out of her mouth and to the side as she writes in teeny tiny letters. At least she's getting her money out of that paper.

Br'aby is the picture of bemusement as Nei hides her head in the flowers. He blinks twice, then pointedly turns his attention back to Evi with a smile. "There's a most lovely weaver… Master Dafid. I will send him a note to let him know you'll be getting in touch. He's usually quite busy, but I'm sure he can find time to make something for you." Even as his mouth is moving, his eyes are unashamedly scanning the drawings as Evi goes through them. "Oh, that's /cute/!" he comments, as the feather-covered dress is briefly revealed. "You're quite an artist, aren't you?" Br'aby seems to be pretending that Nei doesn't exist. Yevith, on the other hand, is not quite so rude. His rumbling-thunder mindvoice projects an answer to the young green. « You are not very good at persuasion, tiny one. Mine is very generous. You should have asked him first, and called him names later. »

Today is a big day of firsts for Evi, for all the times she's opened and closed the papers NO ONE has ever looked at them or cared outside of her blatantly showing them to people. The attention has her blushing and tucking her face into her shoulder, eyes darting to the side before straightening up she says, "I um, I'm a Weaver. Was? Am? I've found myself short on time um… Recently." There's a young dragonette killing a tree that can attest to the truth of that statement. "Master Dafid, maybe he can teach me? May I um." A blush, one hand has slowly crept up towards the scarf, making to touch it. "Anything I wear I make, mostly… I needed a jacket, so my aunt got me, my cousins." Explaining the Onyxia on her jacket, though it's doubtful anyone is as aware of that as Evi. Neifeth languishes in the garden, her rider's eyes unfocus, and she pulls the appendages in and stands up, the extra pushing from Evi all the excuse she needs to respond Yevith. «HE would just GIVE it to me? WHAT A SAP.» Yeah, whatever it was, he said, or the point might be missed by this particular green. «You sure know how to pick'em.» Is commented in darkness with scattered stars, the forest in her mind black as pitch, the ground also a sky full of stars gives the uncomfortable feeling like you may fall at any moment, this is shared with Yevith and Br'aby.

Br'aby's brows fly up with pleased surprise. "/Are/ you? Well that's lovely! I've never been able to sew, myself. I'm just useless, really, but I do appreciate good work." He freely offers the end of the scarf for Evi to examine. It's not really uncomfortable to do so, as it's /quite/ long. Even wrapped around his neck and draped as it is, it goes down to his knees. It seems to be made of some kind of silk, and the stitching is high quality. It certainly didn't come cheap. Yevith, meanwhile, projects paternal amusement in response to Nei's comments. « He won't, now. You have lost his goodwill. But that is a lovely landscape you have there. Only it's missing a few things… » Yevith lumbers into the mind-forest, a brilliant beaming sun that casts light onto carpets of grass that are suddenly just… there. Giving Br'aby a place to stand that is not so disorienting. Yevith's presence may not be sharp or quick, but once he gets moving there's no stopping him. « Much better. »

"I've been sewing for turns, I am.. sure you're not USELESS." «Why be so sure, sureness can be a mistake.» As her landscape is RUINED by the grass and sun, the darkness of her current mood. Instead of pushing the night back subtly, she changes the grass, no longer green but blood-red if Yevith allows, the trees are black again. The brightness illuminates how RED the grass is, there's this smell of citrus strong and bitter. "I, I am sorry you must have places to be." Even while saying it, her eyes brighten, and fingers stroke the end of the scarf, index finger gently tracing the stitching, her head tilted in admiration of the work. "Once… Nei is older, I would love to make such a thing." The fact that he noticed her drawings goes through her head again and releasing the scarf her head ducks, chin to chest. Swaying back and forth with her skirt in her hands, head going the opposite direction. "Thank you." Nei rumbles at Evi, and she straightens up and holds her head high, cheeks all red. "Does he um, make other colors? Where is he located, Master Dafid?"

Br'aby waves off Evi's assertion, once again seeming completely deaf to Nei's addition. "Oh, I'm sure if I studied for turns I could become satisfactory… But I can't be bothered. I'd much rather travel and leave the sewing to the talented fingers of others." He smiles brightly and pats Evi's hand in an oddly affectionate gesture. "Oh, I'm sure that you will, dear. Now, Master Dafid mostly does custom work. But I'm sure he can make a copy in whatever color you like. Some colors are more expensive than others, mind. You can reach him at Monaco. Sometimes he travels, but they'll forward anything to him from there." Yevith doesn't seem to mind the wacky colors and odd scents. If anything, he merely offers the mildest complement, « You are very…creative, tiny one. »

"I uh, lived in Monaco for a while. I wish I'd of met him." Regret tinges Evi's voice, missed opportunities in her craft, and her eyes go to the lumbering, moody form of Neifeth who is watching Br'aby the way a cat watches a mouse, teeth snapping the air in order to make the clacking sound when he touches her. As of right now, this moment Evi belongs entirely to the striped bitch. That hand is Nei's and the landscape is now altogether red, sky, ground, trees, and there's a distinct smell of redwort, strong and uncomfortable «MINE.» Snap, snap. Evi jumps back and stammers, "Sorry, they um. I must get going. Thank you, Br'aby and Yevith. I- uh." Nothing more, Nei slowly adding more and more trees until the landscape is suffocatingly close in. Nei high steps her way past the young bronzerider with her neck craned, so she doesn't look at him at all. «You've no clue how creative I could be.» Is hissed at Yevith, she's making a point with all the trees. If she has to have her space encroached upon, then so should Br'aby.

Is that a cloud passing over the sun? NOPE, IT'S JUST YEVITH. Br'aby was /deffo/ not kidding when he said that the bronze had trampled a tree the last time he ventured into the gardens. He isn't so much /in/ the gardens as he is…towering over it. It seems to be Nei's snapping teeth that summoned him. A claw that's probably as big as Neifith lands directly in her path, and then a bronze jaw touches the ground behind her tail, blocking her retreat. His teeth are clearly visible, probably as long as the young dragon's leg. « Tiny one, » he projects, calmly, « Snap your teeth at mine again, and you will lose a piece of that lovely tail. » With the force of a hurricane, the crushing crowd of trees is flattened, before Yevith's mind withdraws. Br'aby's smile goes a bit brittle at all this, giving Evi a very apologetic look. "I'll… pick up your later letter, shall I? —Er, letter later." Awkward pause. "BYE." And with that he scrambles his way up Yevith's side… because scrambling up is the only way to get onto a creature that size. With a final grumble, Yevith launches himself skyward, not even seeming to notice or care how the wind of his departure buffets the little green.

Evi and Nei were attempting to make a getaway, as Neifeth was getting overly jealous and darn rude. «GO AHEAD THEN.» Is yelled back at the bronze, she is either senseless or fearless, and it could be both. Her mental and physical landscape overshadowed by the ginormous bronze dragon, there's an attempt to raise herself up onto her hind end. Still, the size of her forepaws prevents this. With a small thump, she lands hard on ground and whines «ASSASINS, I TOLD YOU.» Oh, for the sake of shells and shards. Evi takes several steps towards the other pair, headshaking back and forth and voice slightly shrill. "SHE'S A BABY." No matter what one says about Neifeth, she and the meek weaver girl are bonded forever. "WE SHOULD MEET SOMEWHERE, UM- WITHOUT THEM." Is screamed towards Br'aby, the loud sound of wind making it hard enough to hear, not to mention all of the mental chaos of the two dragons. Whether she was heard of not, they are off. Neifeth audibly fuming and whining, her tone pungent and bitter. «YOU ARE NOT MAKING FRIENDS WITH PSYCHO KILLERS. I could have died all for you to get some STUPID letter from a woman who called you MEDIOCRE at best.» Well, maybe Kinla wasn't always that nice. Perhaps she was just practice for putting up with her lifemate, the woman definitely deserves a cat card for her efforts.


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