Xanadu Weyr - Training Grounds
A wide, grassy expanse, nestled into the gentle bowl shape where something's taken a bite out of the mountain. It's high above the level of the beach, and there's a good eastern view of the lake and a long path leading down to that sandy shore. Granite cliffs surround it on the other sides.
While much of the grounds are left in their natural state, one area has been trampled and trodden by enough feet that the grass struggles to grow. A running track circles a set of equipment - straw dummies with wooden frames, obstacles of various sizes and shapes, and targets for flaming, archery, and whatever else.
There's a dragon-sized opening to the south that leads to the cavernous weyrling barracks, and a smaller tunnel to the northeast - large enough for dragons newly emerged from the sands, but quickly outgrown by hatchlings who are then forced to take the long way around - at least, until they learn to spread their wings and fly. Between them in both position and size, a jagged crack in the stone leads to a dim cave with the sound of water.

Its early but not overly, so past the breakfast rush in the caverns but still well before lunch. Katailea pulls her sweater closer about her against the crisp autumn air as she makes her way out to the training grounds. Looking for someone particular, maybe, or perhaps just passing through in hopes of a chance at catching up.

For anybody that has spent any amount of time in the training grounds lately, it's probably not surprising that Xanadu's smallest (for the moment) gold, has settled herself on the edge of the training grounds overlooking the beach, peering her head up to get a better look as she warbles happily to figures distant enough to just look like dots on the horizon. « Hello! Happy Afternoon! Enjoy the beach! Watch out for spiderclaws! Build a sandhold! Or have a tasty drink! Or you just go on doing you! » Whether the passerbys actually return any of the encouragement, it doesn't phase Inasyth at all. While she continues to be a one-dragon-welcome committee, Rhodelia is fairly focused on trying to oil all of her ever growing hide.

Katailea hasn't spend that much time in the area lately. Very little in fact, but she is here today and it's a smile the greets the junior weyrwoman in training and her golden partner along with a "Hello." Not quite sure of her being there perhaps, but her steps lead her towards the pair all the same.

Any weyrwoman training might still be sevens away as learning basic dragoncare can be an all-encompassing task. While Rhodelia might be all consumed with the task of oiling the meters of dragonhide in front of her, Insayth's head swivels around with Katailea's greeting. Even if Rhody had missed her arrival, she can't miss the warble of greeting the gold gives. The former assistant, winces a bit as that bugle is right near her ears, but she'll give a smile and a tired wave of a hand with an oily rag. "Afternoon!" And then with a nudge to her elbow from the gold's snout. "Katailea, I don't think you met Inasyth yet? She's still working on her inside voice." Even if they're outside.

Katailea laughs lightly at the comment of inside versus outside voice. "Seems they all are," she replies. At least that's been her observation of those few of the dragonettes that she has met. "But no, I haven't," she adds with a shake of her head as she comes to stand close enough for conversation, but remain out of the way so to speak. "She's beautiful."

Rhodelia gives an all too eager nod of confirmation to the fact that all the young dragons seem to be struggling with not yelling EVERYTHING. "Just be thankful you're not around come middle of the night." Because of course sharing dreams or nightmares comes just as easily sharing those thoughts. Inasyth croons as she hears the compliment, spreading her freshly oiled wings out so they glisten in the sunlight as she takes a deep breath to puff out her chest as she poses just so. « Why I AM!!!! THANK YOU FOR NOTICING! Your hair is pretty too! » The golden dragon might be just a bit partial to blondes. They have more fun, right?

"I don't know that I even want to think about what that might be like," Katailea comments though there's a laugh and an sympathetic smile to go along with it. "Small doses, one at a time has been more than enough." At least in her opinion. "Thank you?" the uncertain reply to the compliment shared, a hand unconsciously going to thread her fingers through her hair where it touches her shoulder. "But how are you both?"

"Loud," Rhodelia can quickly sum up what that's like with a smile. No imagination beyond that really necessary. Since she's not really using the oil rag at the moment, she flips it up over her shoulder. Inasyth bobbles her head in an impression of a nod as Katailea thanks her, before she then snakes her head around Rhody and closer towards the trader for more in-depth inspection. "We're alright. Tired, but alright. I think she may have grown another foot overnight." That's just a tad bit of exaggeration. It was a foot over the past two nights. "And what about you? I thought you had plans to get back on the road again? Sticking around instead?"

"Somehow I think that might be an understatement," Katailea replies, sending a glance to the gold when she stretches towards her. Attention shifting soon enough back towards Rhodelia, "Good," that they're alright. "I mean not the tired part, but suppose that's expected." When the conversation shifts to her, "I'm okay," the trader replies with a what can I say sort of shrug. "I did. I left after the hatching. Made it to Rubicon, before I turned around," she admits.

Understatement or not, Rhodelia just grins back. Insayth meanwhile has lowered her head to the ground, one eye facing directly at the trader. Dragon eyes might not be as perfected for begging as puppy eyes are, but the baby dragon will try her best anyways, slowly tilting her head so her eyeridges would be oh-so-easily scritched. Rhodelia gives a nod. "They keep telling us we'll get used to it eventually. I think maybe I just haven't discovered the most effective way to drink all the klah?" It's a theory at least. The mention of Rubicon gets a bit of an eyebrow raise. "Any particular reason? Or were you just wanting to be back before Leirith's clutch hatches?"

Katailea nods, "Well if they keep saying it, there must be some truth to it." Right? Insayth is seen, she's hard to miss after all, but whether what she's looking for hasn't been put together just yet or Katailea isn't certain enough to offer there re not scritches to be shared just now. "I guess maybe I just wasn't as ready to leave as I thought. And what is it with those eggs? St- F'yr's asked me three times already if I'd stand for them. I just, I don't know that I'm ready to again. Not yet."

Rhodelia shrugs. "That is at least a lot better to think of than being a sleep deprived daze for the rest of my life." Maybe Inasyth's glass half full outlook is rubbing off. The gold might not have met a lot that doesn't work out for her yet, although from the massive sigh that she gives as she stares at Katailea's unoccupied hands that could be scritching but aren't would seem like this is the most awful problem ever. Rhody gives yet another shrug for the mention of the eggs. "They're pretty hard to miss. Especially since I have to keep her from trying to go look at the eggs whenever she remembers they're there." She gives a headtilt towards her lifemate. "But I also know how tough it can be to be left standing. I did that five times after all." And another shrug. But at least the sixth time seemed to work out.

Katailea draws in a breath and lets it out. "They are," of the eggs. They are there. "Was it worth it?" she has to ask. She'd known Rhodelia had stood before, but five times. Good luck with keeping Inasyth away from them Rhodelia! Its almost an after thought when she adds, "When you see Evi, can you remind here I don't need her help? She said she wouldn't but… well I don't know that I believe her."

"For me? Definitely," Rhodelia can't help but pat her lifemate's still freshly oiled leg as if to remind herself that this is all real. "But there were also some candidates that have stood more times than that and never ended up finding a lifemate." She gives a shrug. "So it might not be for you, but that can be alright to? At least you have a chance, if you want it?" Inasyth apparently agrees enough to give a warble of encouragement along with that. As for the younger weyrling's name being mentioned, Rhody narrows her brows. "Evi? Evi can barely-" Whatever the new greenrider can barely will remain a mystery as Inasyth's tail swishes right into the barrel of oil spilling it everywhere. "SHARDIT! I'm uhh… sorry. I gotta go deal with this." And the one rag she has clearly isn't enough so off she runs to find a broom or something. Hopefully an adult.

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