Random Log: S'ya is a Full Rider

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 eluding 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. The two paths leading away from the entrance have come full circle, wrapping around to meet each other on the other side, yet still continue on to the far left and right. One path leads off deeper into the surrounding woods, while the other wider; cheerily decorated with brightly colored slabs of painted stones.

It's in the wee hours of the morning and the garden is deserted, only the sound being the wind rustling the branches lightly. But if one listens carefully another sound can be detected, the sound of humming. S'ya is seated next to the pond, a fishing pole in hand as she hums to herself, waiting for the fat koi to bite. A violet colored shawl is wrapped around her shoulders, a testament to the weyrlings inability to adapt to the cooler climates of Xanadu Weyr.

Ysa is just making her way around to avoid going to work. She had a few papers to turn in before making a trip out across Pern for a meeting. Except that the papers were tucked under her arm, and the pre-dawn sky caught her attention to wander, and then there was the humming. Which just made the goldrider even more curious. She was definitely off the path to the caverns, but anything to procrastinate further. Her green eyes squint towards the shape of the greenling, only for a smirk to form as she approaches closer and recognizes the young woman. "I guess 'm not the only one up this early. Should I even ask what you're doing here or should I turn a blind eye?" Even as she steps up to the other rider, her free hand is patting at her riding jacket's pockets.

S'ya is moving the rod a bit, trying to lure the fish by wiggling the bait, at the sound of Ysa's approach however she turns around quickly. "I swear I did not eat them!" She yelps, hazel eyes a bit wider than usual, but when they catch sight of the familiar face she giggles. "Ysa, you gave me a fright! I thought for sure it would be D'len." She grabs up the rod again, shaking her head with a mischievous look. "Just trying to land me a fat fish. I mean, I am not going to /eat/ them, just want to catch one." She says, dipping her rod onto the pond surface to further emphasize her goal. "Say, what are you doing up? Got lots of work to do?"

Ysa stares at S'ya for a long while, biting her lip to keep from laughing. Especially at this time. Wouldn't want to wake anyone up. "Yah, it's just me. Nothing to worry 'bout. I guess I /should/ turn a blind eye to this. 'm guessing these fishies aren't to be eaten?" Her eyes trail over towards the pond, looking at the lazy fat koi with pursed lips. "Ya know… these probably aren't even hungry 'nough to fall for your bait," she comments with a shrug. She knows nothing about fishing, anyways. She sighs and runs her free hand over her hair, fluffing the unruly mass out a bit. "Now that Ella is off the sands, I've got to get up early and take things 'round. It's not this early everyone on Pern, afterall, and there are meetings to get to." She moves closer, setting the papers down and taking a seat next to the greenrider.

S'ya does all the giggling for Ysa, apparently not /too/ worried about getting caught. "Yah, that might be it, people feed them all the time. I was spying this spot earlier today and I saw a little boy tossing in half his supper for the fat things." She points her rod in the direction of a particularly fat koi, smirking over at the goldrider. "I call him 'Pudding'." She proclaims, giving a happy nod. "Aw, meetings and waking up early? That is no fun. Ever thought of playing hooky?" She winks at Ysa, letting her line sink back into the water for another try.

Ysa smirks at the younger woman, stretching her legs out in front of her. "Well, I wish ya the luck of catching Pudding after all that food he's had. I doubt he'd even have the energy to get to your line." She stares at that fat koi. "Might as well get a net and just scoop him up, if ya want to pet him." That might have been a bad idea, if they suddenly hear news through the Weyr gossip vine that the fat koi has gone missing. She shakes her head and sighs, leaning back. She had draped her jacket over her lap, and she glances down it for a moment. "I think I do that often 'nough with the office work. Meetings are a different matter. 'Less you'd like to stand in for me, 'm sure we can paint Sophyrinth a lovely shade of gold to stand as Ella." She chuckles, knowing fully well the tiny green wouldn't be able to pass it off. Size, for one..

"A net?" S'ya perks up considerably at the thought, eyeing the fat koi for a moment. "Yes, that would also be more humane, would not have to tear that hook out of his mouth." She ponders the idea briefly, finally pulling the line back in and setting the rod aside. "No thanks, I like not having to wake up at the crack of dawn. Plus, if I was so busy my guests would not be able to visit me at all hours of the day." There's a twinkle of mischief in her eyes as she thinks back on something. She finally rouses herself, bringing her attention back to Ysa. "Oh, how is the baby by the way? I have been meaning to ask for a while but I have not seen you much since Ella took to the sands."

Ysa winces at the image of tearing the hook out of the poor fish. "Better leave the fishing to be done with a net, if anything. Ya wouldn't want to put back a mutilated fish into the water, it might upset some people. Or kill the fish." She glances once more to that one fat koi before shaking her head. "No I don't like it, either." In fact, she was downright grumpy having to wake up, but seeing that she wasn't in the office yet, she didn't have to bite anyone's head off. She arches a brow at the girl's look and comment. "Guests, huh?" She chuckles softly. "Well, you've got to earn your keep somehow. Got to start working 'gain." That's when she digs through her pocket, still keeping her eyes on the greenrider though. "Lyram's just fine. Well, not really… he's been getting his teeth in and crying at all the shardin' hours of the day. But I've left that to R'miel for the day."

S'ya waves a hand at Ysa's concern over her fishing practices. "Do not worry, Or'un and I fished all the time back in Ista." How this is supposed to comfort the goldrider, who knows. Pudding gets another look, an almost greedy looking one at that. "You know, I wonder if I could have someone build me a tank." She mentions casually, straightening out her shawl a bit as she shifts. "Get back to work? Well, I have actually been missing the craft lately. I went to visit Eeva the other day and she said she might mentor me again. Wait, Lyram is teething already? Wow, I cannot believe he is that old already!" When R'miel's fate is divulged she grins, shaking her head a bit. "If you ever need a sitter let me know! I am getting ready to start my brood soon and want some practice."

Ysa doesn't look comforted the least bit. Especially when the tank is mentioned. She shakes her head, though she still has an amused smirk to her face. "I doubt Pudding will be all too happy in a little tank. Though he looks too heavy to pick up, anyways. Might as well leave him where he's at." She perks up at the mention of her mother, though there's a deepening frown on her face. "Eeva said she would? I haven't heard from her in such a long time. Doesn't answer my letters, either." She glances down to her jacket, where she has shoved her hand into her pocket. She pulls it out not, fisted around a few threads. "He's gotten /really/ big. But we've got some excellent nannies that take care of him in the caverns, with all the other babies. I think you'll be busy, anyways, I guess, with Mum." She shrugs, her tone just a bit more distant.

"But maybe if it is a big tank…" S'ya says, her thoughts trailing off with her words. Poor Pudding. She has failed to notice what Ysa if fiddling with in her jacket, her hazel eyes scanning the pond now as she makes mental plans for the abduction of the fat koi. "Huh? Oh yah, I was a bit shocked myself, I mean, she nearly killed me when I told her I had been Searched but," She shrugs her shoulders, a smile playing on her face. It falters however when the goldrider mentions the staff of nannies she employes to watch her offspring. "Aw, well if you ever want to change it up let me know! I love babies. I am not that busy after all."

Ysa rolls her eyes at the big tank comment. She better refrain from mentioning this to her lifemate or she'd go on a protection streak over the koi. Because it sounded like he needed it. "I think you'd have to build a pond in your weyr if ya want him," she notes. But she's still not looking too thrilled at the mention of her mother, trying to find something else to stare at. "She's not too fond of riders, but I guess if ya continue. Ya can't be a Master, so I bet that'll still get her angry." She snorts and then tosses the knot, a rider's knot to replace the weyrling one, onto the girl's lap. "Oh, you'll be busy. Got to go back to the Hall and get yourself back into it, afterall." Jealous, much? By her tone, oh yah. "Asteroid wing, 'course, with all those other crafters. Ya got to earn your keep somehow."

S'ya finally stays quiet on subject of Pudding, most likely deciding to keep her thoughts to herself since the goldrider is against them. When the conversation moves back to Eeva, S'ya shrugs. "She knows I cannot become a Master but she still wants to train me. She said it would be a shame to leave my voice untrained." There is a hint of pride in that sentence but the greenriders silliness wins over, giggling instead of preening. When the knot is thrown at her she ceases to be jovial, blinking back at Ysa. "Oh, thank you, Ys." She says, taking the wing knot and examining.

Forget about the fish. Ysa would probably just shake her head if she hears gossip that it disappeared. She might snicker to herself later if the thing was actually alive. Reminding herself about how little contact her mother wanted with her just put her in a bad mood. "Well, isn't that great. Guess you'll have no problem working your way as a Harper and a rider at the end. Good for ya, S'ya." Recognizing the tone, she sighs and shakes her head, running that hand through her hair just a few times too many. "Oh, no problem at all. It's my job to give out the knots to those graduating Weyrlings, anyways. The Weyrlingmasters don't have to put up with ya anymore."

S'ya peers curiously at the goldrider, obviously taken aback by the tone she uses with her. "Well thanks anyways, me and So were getting bored of the Barracks. It will be nice to have our own place." She says, trying to ease over to Ysa's good side by steering the topic away from Eeva. "I guess I was a bit of a pain as a Weyrling, So is not the most obedient dragon. But I will kind of miss it, I mean, she grew so quickly!"

Ysa frowns, this time at the ground and more to herself at the other's reaction. "Yah, I know the feeling. It's good to stretch out your legs, wings, whatever, and get some /privacy/ for once." Here, she actually looks up and gives the greenrider a quirk of her lips. All forgotten, see. "We should get together sometime and have a drink." Not talk about Eeva, of course. "But I better go get these papers in." She stands up, chuckling down to the younger woman. "We all were. Not even a sevenday into my weyrlinghood and Ella had nearly tipped over the oil vat and had another rider get hurt. Well, it wasn't anyone's fault," she makes sure to add.

S'ya gets to her feet, grabbing up her pole in one hand. "Sounds great! We can drink to the health of the newest weyrlings," She gives the goldrider a smirk and wink. "And the safety of the Weyr and Pern at large." With a quick wave she heads off to attend to her own things, leaving Pudding in the safety of his pond… for now.

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