Tali and Imanath go a'searching

>>>> Imanath comes wandering down from the bowl at a plod-plod kind of pace,
taking her own sweet time to get down near the shoreline. Her rider dismounts
with a rather unceremonious *sploosh* into the water, her feet all but flying
over her head, eyes widening in surprise. "Ahem." A clearing of the
greenrider's throat, as she attempts to gather herself up, shaking water from
her flight leathers. "Telgar's duties." The formalities over, she inquires,
with a friendly smile to T'rel, "Is K'ryn around?"

You unbuckle the straps and slide down to a forelimb, then carefully jump to
the ground.

Fort Weyr Bowl, by the lake
This long stretch of the bowl lies to the southeast of the feeding grounds. At
its western end, near the wall, the ground dips down slightly to where a lake
has formed. Dragons are often washed there by their riders, and both riders and
their dragons often swim in the cool waters.
The fenced off portion of the bowl for the Weyr's herds is to the northwest. To
the north, a small structure built against the feeding ground pens serves as
the Weyr's stables. Waves gently lap the shore to the west, and the rest of the
bowl lies to the northeast.
Contents:
Lestith(#901OQVaeps)
T'rel
Imanath(#18589Oaes)
Obvious exits:
Herb Garden STable Feeding Ground LAke Center of Bowl

T'rel stands in the shallows... well, if you ever wanted to see T'rel in his
altogether, this is probably a pretty close bet. His swimming tunic is
predictably soggy. "Fort's duties...er, he was here earlier. He weathered
Milque trying to stuff him like a roast wherry, then wandered off.

T'rel
This lanky young man is a study in sharp angles and unforgiving lines.
He stands about six-foot-three, built with a rather pantherine musculature that
gives the impression of sleek strength without a hint of burliness. Skin that
would normally be milk-pale bears a dusting of freckles and subtle weathering,
indicating that he spends time outside in the sun whenever possible. His eyes
are a soft, washed-out pale blue, like shadows in snow, peering out at the
world through a pair of delicate-seeming wire frame spectacles. He'd seem
almost bookish if it weren't for the dark scar that runs from the corner of his
left eye to his jaw, but it doesn't make him seem grim or menacing. Rather, it
draws the corner of his mouth up a bit, giving him almost the appearance of a
constant half-smile.
Dressed for swimming, he's clad only in a loosely fitted offwhite
cotton tunic that's really more to prevent him from sunburning himself than
provide any real modesty. It serves to keep the Holders from blushing, but only
barely.... T'rel is a sturdily built young man. Here and there, where his
lightly tanned hide shows itself, occasional dark scars can be seen...not
Threadmarks, but straighter, less puckered. One in particular runs deeply
across his muscular thigh as if he'd been struck with a sword blade. As a side
note... it seems his polydactyly is consistent. Not only are there six fingers
to a hand, but six toes to a foot as well. Easy to track him across the
lakeshore, no doubt.

Jehan wades out of the lake.
Jehan has arrived.

The green eyes, slightly slanted and posessed of a peculiarly innocent
intensity bordering on bewilderment, peer out from beneath slender brows, over
high cheekbones...the thin mouth is generally set in a thoughtful expression.
The rest of his features are slightly angular, giving him a gamine, somewhat
feral air. Hair of a bright, fiery red contrasts sharply with the nearly milky
fairness of his skin. It falls nearly to his waist, straight and fine, held
back by a clasp of carved bone.
His form is leanly slender, rather than massively muscled...heightening
the impression that here is one who's left the end of physical childhood not
all that long ago. His shoulders are square though, and his hands strong and
deft. The general sense of his movement is not a catlike strength, but a sense
of barely contained energy, like a tightly wound spring.
He's simply and plainly clad in a dark green tunic of some light cloth,
dark brown long breeches, and soft, mid-calf length boots of black leather.

Jehan finally dares to splash his way to shore, clad only in a pair of worn
out, knee-length breeches. He hastily snatches up the ragged cloth left for
drying, before murmuring the appropriate greetings to the queen and her rider.
Lestith warbles sleepily, trudging out of the water, and bumps his rider with
his inky nose. Someone's ready for bed.

"Ugh." Talisha states with a look of revulsion, beginning to strip out of her
sodden riding things. She is, at least, always dressed quite dressed beneath.
"Oh..." a slight lift of her brows, as she flings the wet jacket across, and it
lands with a little *splot* against poor Imanath's hide. "Well, that's too bad.
Maybe I'll go and find him later on.." There's a pause, as her attention now
flicks over to Jehan, and she offers an amiable smile. "Telgar's duties."

Jehan ventures a smile in return, though the fair skin is goosebumping with the
rlative chill of the air. "Greetings," he murmurs. "And welcome."

T'rel smiles a little. "Long time no see... I heard rumors you all were in
Search. I'll have to drop by to see the Candidates sometime... but for now...
if I don't get to bed soon, Lestith's going to think tired thoughts at me until
I faceplant in the sand." The dark blue echoes the sentiment with an almost
wheedling sort of creaking noise. Whine! Oh, poor deprived dragon! So abused.

Imanath, in the meantime, passes by Lestith with a curious little warble, then
heads down fully into the water with a huge *KA-Splash!*

The stablehand grins at the blue's fretful creeling. "Night, T'rel," he murmurs
fondly. "And goodnight, Lestith." He's already eyeing the green curiously.

Talisha watches her dragon wandering off with a little frown, her lips pursed
in thought. "Hm." then, to T'rel with another grin, "Yes, in search--Imanath's
driving me up the wall. Sleep well though, T'rel.. and poor, /poor/ Lestith."
She turns back then, towards Jehan, a rather..curious expression settling over
her features. "I'm Talisha." she offers, holding out her hand in formal
greeting.

Lestith does manage to offer the green a coy little tail-flick as she flops
past, but he really -is- tired. His rider clambers up onto his neck and the two
of them head for their weyr post haste. "Goodnight...we'll talk again Talisha,
clear skies, Imanath. And I'll get you -later- for that splashing, Jehan...."
And off to bed.
T'rel climbs up Lestith's forelimb, and finds a secure spot on his back.
T'rel has left.
Lestith has left.
Above the southwest area, Lestith wings up from the lake shore.
Above the southwest area, Lestith wings his way northeast, towards the center
of the bowl.
Above the center of the bowl, Lestith swoops down to land on the ledge of
Lestith's weyr.

Jehan waves a hasty goodbye to the blue and his rider, before accepting the
greenrider's hand in his own, callused and warm despite his recent swim.
"Jehan. Well met, rider," he murmurs, maintaining the courtesies despite his
own state of undress. The towel gets draped over his shoulders.

Imanath dips and dives beneath the water, lolling around first on her back,
then on her stomach. With a merry warble, she dunks her head beneath a tiny
wave, first muzzle, then neck disappearing beneath the water. There's a little
wiggling around of her body. Perhaps she's...fishing?

Lifting her spare hand to shield her eyes from the dust the blue's departure
lifts, Talisha smiles in a friendly manner at the half-undressed person,
retracting her hand once the formalities are over with. "Well met to you too."
She inclines her head to him slightly, dimples appearing in her cheeks, smile
amused. "Don't you have any clothes you could put on?" She points toward the
towel, "Or perhaps you could wrap that 'round yourself?" Clearly, she doesn't
exactly -mind-, but that's beside the point. "Do you know who K'ryn is?"
Conversationally. Imanath continues her rolling and splooshing and splashing,
finally emerging with a fish. In her left nostril.

He nods affably, draping the towel around him like an impromptu toga. "K'ryn?
He's a blue rider here." One end of the towel is used to squeeze the last of
the water from the bright hair. "And my clothes are back in the cavern..." HE
stifles a giggle at he sight of the green's fishing.

The fish, for all it's stuck up Imanath's left nostril, starts a-wiggle
waggling, it's slimy fishy tail tickling the poor green's muzzle. She snorts.
Loudly. Still the fish doesn't come out. Sighing, Talisha casts a mournful
glance to Imanath, and places her hands on her hips. "I am -not- hand removing
that thing for you!" brows furrow, but the rider still doesn't budge from her
spot. "I said no!" Then, with an apologetic smile to Jehan, "She's asking if
you could..uhm.." cheeks flush to a rather bright crimson, "..could you, that
is.. Could you remove the fish from her nostril? I know it's a rather odd
request.." There's still a smile however, hovering around her mouth, "That
towel-thingy will do for clothes--at least until you remove the fish." Firm nod.

There's a moment or two where the youth simply blinks...first at the rider,
then at the dragon. And he thought the runners could get into craziness. But he
pads forward gamely enough, holding up a hand. "Here, lovely," he soothes, as
if talking to a frightened mare. "I'll have that out in a moment."

The fish's tail slap-slaps around a little bit, the poor fish still stuck
halfway out of the green's nostril. She must look a -site-. Calmly, Imanath
lowers her muzzle down to Jehan's level, fixing him with those bright, whirling
eyes before tilting, so the be-fished nostril is within his reach. "Thanks."
Talisha mutters, wringing one of her soaked jackets in her hands. Little drops
of water splatter against the ground. "Uhm.." a pause as the rider tilts her
head, giving Imanath a stern look. "No snorting."
Jehan offers a reassuring smile, as he reaches up. One hand gently probes,
without squeamishness, seeing how the fish is caught. Once he's figured the
best way to remove it, he notes softly to the dragon, "Here..hold still, if you
please." The fish is grasped firmly...then twisted and yanked at the same time,
to end up dangling from the boy's hand. "Better - didn't hurt, did it?" he
asks, anxiously.

"No it didn't hurt her." Talisha assures, giving the young man a bright smile.
"Thank you ever-so-much." She rakes a hand through her damp hair, then starts
shoving it behind her ears. "Oh.." pause, "Imanath don't!" But it's too late,
the green starts snorting and whuffling at Jehan, leaning her huge muzzle right
down in front of his face. "No!" A stomp of Talisha's foot, but still, the
green keeps on whuffle-snuffling him, going first at his hair, then all the way
down to his feet. Talisha, in the meantime, simply slaps a hand to her
forehead. "Ah..."

Jehan isn't at all discomfited by the green's attentions, after his time in the
Weyr. "I don't smell funny?" he asks, worriedly, as if afraid of offending the
winged one's delicate sensibilities. His hands fall to his side, as a lock of
hair is nearly inhaled by the dragon.

Imanath pauses in her snuffling to dart back--the young man's hair having
tickled her nostril. She makes a curious little sound, half-croon, half-bugle,
and tramples over to her rider, giving Talisha a firm whap in the side with her
tail. "Ah..." Talisha sighs, then starts rattling off in all formality, a hint
of pride coming into her tone, "Imanath thinks that you'd be a fine choice to
stand for Herath and Chezroth's clutch." Another pause as the rider prods the
green in the side. "Would you consent to stand for the clutch currently warming
on Telgar's sands?"

Mouth slightly open, he gawks at Talisha as if she'd suddenly turned int o a
watchwher. Manners are eventually remembered, though, and he closes his mouth
with an abrupt snap. "Ah. Uh. I'd be honored to do so," he finally gets out.

"Good." Talisha beams a bright smile on the young man, her expressioning
lightening all the more for his consent. "Well, mount on up--you do know how to
hold on?" Obviously, the rider is not quite used to this whole search-thing.
Imanath just looks incredibly smug, and suddenly rather posessive. Her
candidate! Hers, hers, hers!

mount Imanath
Imanath(#18589Oaps)
The shades of sun-kissed green flow beneath you, across the sleek hide of
Imanath. The rippling colours of her hide sweep across and over lacey wings,
ready to sweep out in a graceful arc and launch her into the air.
You climb up Imanath's neck with the aid of a carefully offered forearm and
situate yourself between two neckridges, strapping yourself in, ready to hold
on.

Imanath> Talisha has arrived.

>>>> Jehan certainly isn't used to it eigther..but he scrambles up behind her.
Jehan scrambles up the sun-kissed green of Imanath's hide to perch in an
unoccupied neckridge.
Jehan has arrived.
-*- Imanath was looked at by Jehan(#18251Pce), who is owned by
Jehan(#18251Pce). -*-