Xanadu Weyr Beach - Meira - July 23rd, 2007

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.

Meira has just finished her chores for the morning, serving meals today, and is coming down to the beach to watch the candidates on dragon washing assignment. She's dressed fairly warmly, and has wrapped her arms tightly around herself. One by one, candidates trail out of the water, rushing off to go get warmed up after the cold of the water. Meira glances to each, focusing more on the taller candidates, but doesn't appear to find who she's looking for.

Oh yes, poor..poor candidates. Ryski's right there too, watching with a grin on his face as the people get wet..and cold. Of course, he's bundled rather nicely in a long-sleeved tunic and jacket..complete with a fuzzy hat. But he's not /cold/, that's for sure. There are a few things nearby, a bucket being one of them that lays sideways in the sand.

Meira glances along the beach, finding an oddity. Someone who is not eager to leave. She's not exactly thrilled to be here either, but Ryski doesn't even seem to mind. She shuffles along the beach, towards the boy. "Cute hat." she comments randomly, more than likely a comment designed to get a response. The candidates seem to have mostly left by now, only a few remaining out in the water, scrubbing the hides of the last few dragons. It's approaching lunch time, morning chores are mostly over.

Hands flying upward, Ryski lands them protectively over the sides of that fuzzy hat, tugging it down a bit more. Hey. People who /like/ someone's stuff could walk off with it, right? "Mum made me wear it. It's warm." But not cute. Nooo, he won't admit to that one. He does puff a little, air blowing some of his bangs away from his face as he looks up at Meira. "Whaddya want?" Alas..Ryski isn't the most polite of children.

Lunch indeed! Something with Felandre sports in one hand, said lunch being a simple meat and veggie sandwich, likely quite chilled hnow that it's been exposed to the air for some time. He's got on a thickly knit, stormy grey sweater over simple khaki pants and sturdy boots designed for long hiking, but just as good for keeping warm too. Spying folks out on the beach, he directs his aimless gait and makes his way for them.

Isa comes bearing gifts for those candidates still left. "Who wants hot bubblies?" She calls out towards the group, bearing a large platter not only filled with bubblies but other warm foodstuffs for those candidates that had frozen in the water.

Meira tilts her head at Ryski, trying to keep a straight face. "Ah.. Cute hat." she repeats, with a small smile. "Just wanted to say hello." she pauses slightly, then says, "Hello." Meira wraps the jacket tightly around herself, still scanning the beach occasionally, still looking for someone, apparently. She spots Felandre, and waves him over, gripping the jacket protectively. It's hers now. The bubbly offer gets a grin, and the chef-turned-candidate waves Isa over as well. "Hey, guys!" she calls to both candidates, cheerful despite the cold.

Ryski still looks a bit put out by the intrusion..or the mention of his hat being cute. "Hullo." It's a somewhat sullen response, really, but at least he gives one. That is, before there's a girl spotted…with bubblies. Just for candidate? Ohhh no no. That won't do. He instantly brightens, lifting a hand up in the air quickly. "I do! I do!"

Felandre flashes a smile to Meira as he ambles his way towards her, "That old coat keeping you warm, still?" He asks of her, not seeming bothered she's claimed it for an extended borrow. "Survived a lot of rough winters, that, it can keep out anything." A decent size rock is selected as a rump rest, the tall trader settling down atop it as he takes another bite of his sandwich. "So what's going on here? Fair bit of people out for the weather. Hm, and pies too. That's likely why, I bet."

Isa giggles. "I made enough for everybody, and here's some more food apart from that sandwhich, Fel." She says, licking her fingers where some bubblie juice had spilled. "Mmmm." She says, plopping down onto a seat.

Meira grins at Ryski. "I've got a brother around your age." she notes, idly. "Just as fond of the bubblies, too. Wouldn't be surprised if he winds up in the kitchens one day. Seems to be either the kitchens or the farm for my family. I wound up in the kitchens." she adds, with a grin. She doesn't mention that she never did master the fine art of bubbly pies. She grins at Felandre, and snuggles deeper into the jacket. "It's a nice jacket. Though I could use a hat." she glances sidelong at Ryski. She's joking, right? As for the pies, well, words can do no justice. She grabs a couple, one for each hand, and just starts munching away. Happy Meira.

Ryski gives Meira a rather unimpressed look. "Everyone my age likes bubblies." It's a well proven fact. Anyone who doesn't is just plain /freakish/ or something. He does get up though, giving a rather hostile glare at Meira for her mention of the hat. "Get your own." He moves then for the bubblies, snatching one for himself so that he can return to sitting in the cold sand, starting to munch.

Felandre selects his own pie with a gracious thanks, finding it a much more appealing meal than the cold sandwich in his hand. Hot, sweet, and gooey? How can one resist? "Ah, well, I don't have any hats on me. I largely gave up on wearing them since I could never hear well, I just usually grew my hair out in the winter. It's strange, actually having it short in the winter, but it's more suitable to what I'm doing here instead of plodding through the drifts from dawn to dusk."

Isa chuckles. "What are teh points of hats, really?" She asks, reasonably. "'s long as you move quickly enough it's not like your ears will fall off or anything." She watches in satisfaction after everyone grabs a pie, finally selecting one for herself. "I hope I can sneak more bubblies out next time.

Meira grins, and shakes her head. "Probably wouldn't fit me anyway." she comments idly, glancing to the half-eaten bubbly pie in her right hand, the other still whole at this point. She may be a hearty eater, but she's not going to just shove food down her throat. She likes to actually taste it now and then. "I think everyone /any/ age likes bubblies, whether they claim to or not. But you didn't hear that from me, mind." So, what, now that she's gotten the hostile glare, she's all friendly? As for hair, Meira tries to blow a stray hair out of her face. "About time for another trim… I've had my hair short for a while. Not a good idea to have long hair in the kitchen… Not for me, anyway." Sounds like there's a story behind that. Can't talk, eating.

Ryski simply shrugs, munching on his bubbly contently enough. And if he makes a mess..well. That's just natural for a young boy. "Just cuz they won't fall off don't mean we want cold ears, ya know." Who's comfortable with frigid /ears/?

Felandre gives his head a shake, "Long hair looks bad on me, but, it was a good thing to have. I prefer keeping it short if I can." He remarks then with a thoughtful hum, "I found what works sometimes is just tying a band around your forehead and over your ears. Doesn't keep the top of your head warm, but it's a lot lighter and easier to move than keeping a hat on, and your ears stay warm."

Isa shakes her head dryly. "I don't mind cold ears." She says. "Then again, I'm so used to heat I've probably got it all stored up so I don't get cold easily." She takes a peek at her own hair from her bubblie. "I'll probably just plait mine again rather than cut it.

Meira grimaces slightly, and shakes her head. "Long hair looks better on me, I think." she glances to the water, now utterly devoid of candidates. Huh. She shrugs, and turns her attention back to the candidates, and boy, that she's currently sitting with. That's new. Usually she'd be asking every person if they'd seen whoever it was she was looking for. Though she looks like she wants to… "I … hat, a hat would be nice. It'd keep my ears warm, and keep my hair out of my face." she nods, finishing up the bubbly in her right hand, and eyeing the as-yet-untouched bubbly in her left. "Good pies." she adds.

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