Rainy Days

Characters Al'dru, Arva, K'vir
Synopsis After some rain, the weyrlings come out! And briefly run into the Weyrleader.
Out-of-Character Date November 25, 2015

Igen Weyr - South Bowl
The orange hued sandstone layers comprising the bowl walls curve gently, but ever presently in your view. Fine sand shifts underfoot, a slightly paler version of what is found upon the walls. It gives way along the eastern edge to a section of contrasting green grass where a series of cleverly engineered pipes provide water to the fenced off area of the feeding grounds, and keeps the shimmer of the shallow lake beyond from dissapearing during the dryest periods of the turn. A distinctly squared entrance farther south is the tunnel leading out to the lands beyond. Traders and tithes arrive here at regular intervals and it is not uncommon for part of the bowl to be set up with a series of tents and wagons as wares are displayed and sold. To the west, the bowl wall has been eroded by the desert winds into strange shapes. At their base are found the weyrling barracks and training fields.

Rain but a damper on most of the day but now that it has stopped and the clouds cleared from the sky, it's time for the Weyrlings to play! … not really. It just means their training moves outside! Stretches are a standard thing now and Zekath sets to them with familiarity (thanks to his rider). No complaining from this bronze! What is asked, is done, and no questions asked. K'vir is somewhat the opposite. He's eyeing the still somewhat soggy, damp ground and pokes at some of it experimentally with the tip of his boot.

Igen is not a place accustomed to rain, which makes the effects of a downpour even more dramatic. Arva frowns at the sight of her best boots getting all muddy as she trods along out into the bowl, an unavoidable consequence of outdoor training. Ruseth, however, has no such reservations and bounds gleefully outside, quite curious to get a firsthand look at this 'mud' everyone is talking about.

"Y'think they're going to let us do anything more than just stretching with the mud on the ground?" K'vir mutters gloomily to Arva. He's been in a mood since they were all kept inside and busy with the other side of training. The reading and studying kind. His head hurts! Zekath will finish with his routine, peering for a moment at his rider before turning his attention to Ruseth. What's she so gleefully up to?

Al'dru had wandered on outside for a moment, even taking a break from working at the forge he has set up and it's with slightly grimy hands he nods to folks before wiping them on the towel looped through his belt. Even he has a slight eyebrow raised at the uniqueness of the new soil topography, before laughing at the smaller weyrling dragons. "Oh, they do like the outside again, don't they?"

Arva shrugs her shoulders at K'vir. "Hard to say. I think it might be difficult for them to get the kind of running start they need to take off right now. Still, maybe they'll have them try anyways…" When Al'dru comes by she gives a quick salute and a smile. "Ruseth likes anything new she gets to explore, I think." Indeed, the little green is already nuzzling and clawing at the mud, making herself needlessly messy in the process.

K'vir huffs in mild frustration. Just ignore him, he's having a moment. "I hope so! It'd be good to practice…" With a dash of risk. He'd continue with his grumbling but then Al'dru is approaching them and he's quick to salute as well though his smile is a little more reserved. Shy, him? Pfft (yeah, he is). "Zekath likes both, so long as he has something to do." Right now the bronze is observing Ruseth and emulates her curiosity by clawing at some of the mud too before fully squishing it between his toes.

Al'dru doesn't attempt to shake hands or anything like that, pausing to rock back on his heels to watch both dragons. "Well, both of you are going to have some clean up duty later, aren't you." A laugh or so later. "At least it will keep you very busy. And busy weyrlings are good weyrlings, or so I've been told." He waves to indicate around. "Both of you are holding up?"

"You say that as if that's different from any other day around here." Arva says with a wry smile to Al'dru. Still, Ruseth does seem determined to make even more of a mess than usual. She even uses her wingtip to flick a little playfully in Zekath's direction. « Fun! »

K'vir wrinkles his nose, "I'd have guessed so many baths would be bad for their hides — but I guess not." he mutters but he does smile crookedly. How is he holding up? The young weyrling just shrugs his shoulders, "I am. Sometimes it feels like a lot to remember and learn but I'd not want to change anything." Since that'd mean he'd never have Zekath! The bronze ends up speckled with some of the mud flicked at him from Ruseth and he huffs. « Fun? » Explain how this works! Or why. They weren't told to do this! Not that that keeps him from continuing to poke and prod at the muddied ground.

Al'dru merely shakes his head. "No, I don't expect it's much different. But the type of dirt might be different? A little more stuck on?" Then he's going to move on, wandering off toward back toward the forges. "Well, if I want a few extra marks, I should probably get back to work myself. Those pieces don't make themselves, no matter what I ask them to do." He whispers before he leaves. "I think you two are doing very well, not at all like, poor N'el that is trying to tone down his dragon there."

"I'm guessing the lakewater will be completely brown by the time every rider has washed their dragon after this." Arva grumbles, though she can't resist a little smile at her lifemate's antics. "Hopefully in a turn or so the appeal of getting messy will have worn off. Amazing how fast they're growing up, isn't it?" Not that Ruseth is acting particularly grown up at the moment. She splashes the bronze with another wingful of mud, waddling closer. « Fun! » She insists, not really clarifying the issue.

K'vir pulls a bit of a face but his sour mood from earlier is slowly evaporating. He snickers, "If it's too dirty, maybe we'll get a pass on scrubbing them." Yeah, right. One can dream! As Al'dru leaves, he will dip his head politely to the Weyrleader. "Good day, sir." He was always raised to respect rank but he can't help but crane his head to try and see just what N'el is doing. "Guess it's because it's new?" K'vir assumes, glancing back to Arva. "And yeah, they are! Wonder if they're gonna let them fly soon? That's what I thought we'd be doing." Too bad it seems that the dragons have other plans! Zekath grunts and twitches where the mud strikes him. « Stop that. » he protests but it's all a front. The moment Ruseth waddles closer, he'll give her some payback by swiping some mud at her with a flick of his front foot. He was just shaking it clean, honest!

"Fat chance. They'll just make us haul in buckets of clean water and do it by hand." Arva persists in her grumbling. "Besides, we can't just let them be dirty. Can't be good for their hides. Though… they say mud soaks are supposed to be good?" She shrugs, then offers a parting salute to the Weyrleader before resuming her conversation. "They still won't move over those bubble tubs I got us…" She grumbles. Ruseth, meanwhile, actually seems pleased that Zekath has retaliated. « See? Fun! »

K'vir sighs, "You're probably right. That sounds like something they'd do." He's going to join her on that grumbling. He frowns, "Is it? I always got in trouble if I got muddy! Maybe it's not good if it dries?" He shakes his head, "I liked those baths. Even if they tickled! Guess it's too much trouble? Or not enough room. They're going to keep getting bigger…" He means their dragons. "And we don't get our own weyrs until the end, huh?" Zekath is pleased that he seems to have done this 'fun' thing right! So Ruseth won't mind if she has a whole bunch of mud sent her way? Unfortunately he doesn't understand the subtleties of the whole game. He just knows he can haul a lot of mud at once and if the goal is to get each other coated in it, well, may as well start it off properly?

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