Pushing Rules

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.

Tromping through the sand, her path leading from the cafe, Kera is making her way back to her dragonmate. The young green stretched out sunning herself, even her wings fanned out to catch some rays. The weyrling plops down on a small blanket and begins spreading out the food she got from the beachfront cafe. Taking a few minutes to sit and do nothing but enjoy her food and the company of Moncerath, she chuckles to herself for no appreant reason and tears into her sandwwich. There's food so ofcoarse a brown blur swoops in, chattering and fluttering to land on the edge of the blanket "Oh don't try pretending you are starving. Ya are getting fat lately with the weyrlings giving you food." Not falling for the hungry act from her lizard, she takes another bite.

There's recently graduated weyrling on the loose, and armed with his new knot and his wing badge, that means exploration and mischief are in order. A rather large brown is seen winging in from the sky, circling once before making a neat landing on the ground below. His whirling green eyes take in the youngling and he lets loose a quiet snort. Chi can be seen on top of the brown, lifting up his flight goggles with a impish grin plastered on his face as he unhooks himself from the brown's back. "New weyr, new rules." He tells the brown as he slips to the ground, "Let's see if we can push a couple."

Kera manages to get half way through her sandwich, a few sips of juice between bites, before Moncerath lifts her head and peers towards the approaching dragon. Lifting a hand to shield her eyes, Kera squints and starts to make up the pair as they manuever for landing. She lifts a sandwich-weilding hand in greeting to the brown pair, shuffling a few thing, gets to her feet. "G'day, …welcome to Xanadu." Another bite is quickly taken from her sandwich as her gaze scans the man's shoulders, more specifically, his knots.

"Hiya!" Chi says as he lowers himself to the ground, "Didn't know I had so many admiring fans here at Xanadu. Good to hear they put the word out for me to give me the special treatment and have one of their lovely weyrlings greet me." Perhaps that's laying the charm on too thick, but then, Chi has never been one to do things in halves. "And look, you have food for me, how sweet."

Kera chews while lifting a skeptical brow at the visitor, a smirk and exaggerated glance around for the man's many adoring fans. Not seeing the these so called masses of people, she eyes the man with amusement and takes another bite. A hint of a shrug offered. "I think everyone must have missed that announcement sir." Canting her head as her lizard takes the oppurtunity to try snatching the corner of the distracted weyrling's sandwich. Looking down quickly, she scolds Minimur, the little brown winging off to perch with his stolen prize. Rolling her eyes and peering back to the brown visitors "The cafe has a nice selection on their menu." Moncerath scrambles to her feet in a tangle of awkward limbs then waddles a few paces towards the brown with an inquisitive wuffle from her muzzle.

Ansonth, meanwhile, fixes his gaze carefully on that green as she edges closer. The hoofbeats of runners flash across his mind with the revving of some sort of engine in the distance «I wouldn't get any closer, if I were you, little one. You're not part of the gang, and I have no interest in you.» There's a challege there, cloaked behind the smoke and the arcid scent of something unfamiliar but theatening at the same time. Chi pats the brown's neck, "Of course I have fans here, they just don't know it yet. I'm Chi, nice to meet you. This is my partner in crime, Ansonth. Man, am I glad I'm not in your shoes. Faranth forbid I have to spend one more sharding day following rules. It's so sharding boring."

Moncerath stumbles in her approach, overlarge wings trying to tip her off balance as she waddles towards the visiting brown. The less than warm welcome from the large dragon confuses the young green but that doesn't detour her cusiosity The lilac breezes of her thoughts reach out again as she stops at some invisible line and peers upwards « You know of good hiding spots. They must be good ones to hide you. » Kera steps forward, steadying the unsteady green, canting her head a the dragons a moment then to the visiting rider. A simple nod offered "Welcome to Xanadu Chi, I'm Kera. Moncerath's weyrling healer." The mention of rules draws a quick shrug. "There's always rules. When some rules no longer apply, others take their place"

Ansonth lets out a warning growl as the greenling does the opposite of what she was told, digging his claws into the earth below them. «I know plenty of hiding spots. None of which will befit you if you continue on this path that you have chosen.» The scent of lilacs are immediately consumed by the arcid scent of freshly laid tar, the pounding of hooves replaces the revving of engines as his mind charges forward at chaotic speeds. "Rules, nope, don't know any rules. I choose to ignore them. Ansonth was almost flying a sevenday not after he was shelled. Shards, I've broken every rule in the book by now."

Kera narrows her gaze at the pair, her amused and pleasant expression fading quickly when Moncerath scrambles back in fright. The weyrling's manner no longer very welcoming as she places a hand on the young green's shoulder, arm sliping around the dainty neck. She spends a few long seconds soothing her dragonmate before turning a glare onto Chi and his dragon "Good for him. I'ld be more impressed had you taught him some manners though." She goes back to calming her dragonmate down, her half eaten sandwich getting cold where it was dropped on the blanket. After a short time, she turns back to Chi "So what do you do Chi, when your dragonmate isn't bullying baby dragons in their own home, hmmm?"

Chi's eyes glance towards the brown, shrugging his shoulders, "Ansonth is who he is. Would you change your lifemate? Would you tell her she has to be something that she's not?" Chi asks, leaning lightly against the brown and reaching up to rub his kneck. "Ansonth doesn't mean any harm…mostly anyway, so long as she doesn't…bug him." Chi's eyes flicker to the brown, then the weyrling sighing. "Welp, I see we've already caused a bit of a ruckus and we haven't even been here…ten minutes? That's a record for us. Suppose we'll get our butts back to Eastern."

Kera cants her head to Chi and simply nods with a frown "If Moncerath's was being rude yes I would explain that behavior shouldn't be encouraged. Expecially if /we/ we the ones visiting." Gesturing to the brown with her chin "And if anyone is buggin, it's Ansonth. Afterall, We were just sitting here sunning ourselves and eating when you arrived." Ten minutes? More like five. Working to not get too upset at how her dragonmate was treated, she offers a small nod and wave "It was…interesting to meet an Eastern rider. " Offering the rider a wave and a hint of a shooing motion towards the visiting dragon, her arm goes back around Moncerath's neck, the young green sending her own warble to the brown pair. At least someone has manners.

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