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.

Kimmila walks with Th'ero down to the beach, breathing in deeply of the warm sea air. As soon as their feet hit the sand she lets his arm go so she can bend and wiggle out of her boots and her socks, bare feet eager to tread along the beach. "This is so nice," she murmurs. "I might not even make you surf."

Th'ero walks at a steady pace along side Kimmila and he will do the same as she does once they're on the sand. Boots in hand, along with his jacket he will gaze out over the shoreline and then the rolling waves of the water. "It certainly is a beautiful day," he agrees and then laughs. Saved by the weather and the sand! "Let's see how we feel in a bit. First, why don't we find a little nook to stash our stuff? Claim a little patch of the beach for ourselves."

Kimmila nods, glancing around. "Let's try this way," she suggests, pointing down the beach to their left. "Maybe somewhere among the trees," or whatever borders this beach to the non-water side. Taking his hand again, she laces her fingers through his and gives it a squeeze. "So you don't think we should visit Kiena?"

Whatever is over there will provide shade, no doubt. "Why don't you have Velokraeth talk to Ujinath?" she suggests. "Or I can have Varmiroth do it? I think we should at least say hi. Visiting and then…not even making any attempt seems rather…cold. It wouldn't hurt to have the dragons connect and ask. Maybe she'll join us on the beach." Public location!

"Perhaps you're right," Th'ero admits after considerable silence once Kimmila elaborates and he has a chance to mull over his thoughts and push down his irrational fears and concerns. "Would you have Varmiroth bespeak Ujinath? Velorkaeth is… asleep and refusing to act as messenger." he mutters with a grimace. "Guess it can't hurt to extend the offer. Even if she says no."

Kimmila nods, "Of course," she says, giving his hand a squeeze and also giving him a warm and approving look. Good brother! Dozing in the clearing, Varmiroth awakens enough to stretch his night thoughts towards the 'keep out' fence and electric humming of Ujinath's thoughts. A gentle brush to start. A tentitive peering at the fence through the foliage on the other side.

Th'ero is learning and doing his best to try and be a good brother! Now that he has the chance. Leading her by the hand, he'll find them a small nook to place their stuff along the tree line around the bend she had pointed out. Once that task is done and they're free to wander, Th'ero will step out towards the shallows where the waves roll up to the sand. Who cares if the hem of his pants get wet? Varmiroth will find Ujinath easily enough, the blue's mind active and alert and that fence will thrum with an electric warning. He heard and he does not allow access to the other side, but a breeze through the tall grasses and trees signal his interest and willingness to speak. « Yes? »

Kimmila pauses to roll up the bottoms of her pants, because betweening with cold calves does not sound like a good time.

Varmiroth hangs back as requested, his voice friendly but quiet. « Mine and Velorkaeth's are here and wondered if yours might like to visit? They're on the beach. »

So it would be a bad idea if Th'ero decided to pick Kimmila up and toss her into the water? The thought crosses his mind as his anxiety concerning his sister leads to a restless sort of mischievousness. His eyes observe Kimmila, then the water and then he contemplates every possible scenario of what could result from such a joke. None really work in his favour. "Do you think she'll come?" he asks softly, slipping his arm around Kimmila's waist.

Ujinath relaxes when Varmiroth keeps his distance but remains so neutral and friendly. If there's one way to win over this blue, it's to be consistent. « Mine was not aware that they were to visit. She is working on her Gather dress, but she will come and say hello since you are at the beach. » And not far away.

Kimmila would laugh, yes, but she'd also be very uncomfortable, sandy and soaking wet. So it's good he abandons that ill-fated idea. "According to Varmiroth she's going to," she answers with a 'see? It's all going to be okay!' smile.

Varmiroth is consistent - at least with Ujinath. « It was an impulsive visit, to get away from the cold of Fort. They would be glad to see her. »

Th'ero would not be so cruel as to throw her into the water. Now, if they were in swim wear and had a change of clothes? That'd be another matter. Another time perhaps! For now, he'll behave. "Really?" he sounds surprised but smiles in relief when she relays Ujinath's answer. "Come on. Let's go sit by our stuff by the trees."

Ujinath can see no fault in that reasoning. « Don't blame them. She will be down shortly. » And then the blue recedes.

Kimmila slips her arm through his and smiles, moving along the sand back towards their things. "Yes, really. It'll be a nice little visit. Not awkward, we'll just chat about Xanadu and Fort for a bit and then she'll probably go back home. Ujinath said she's working on her gather dress." Which has Kimmila grinning. /Dress/.

Th'ero links his arm with hers and once they're back by the trees he leans against one of the trunks and holds her close to his side under the shade. "I hope you're right, Wingmate. It'd be nice to just… have things be normal for once between us three." He chuckles low. "Oh? Have you considered a dress for the Gather?" Will they compare notes? "I'm hoping that the outfit I have will not be too warm for this climate." he admits and then lifts his head to gaze past Kimmila. Down the shoreline, a lone figure is approaching and even from the distance it's clearly Kiena. Who could mistake that wild mess of hair?

Kimmila leans against him, content and comfortable. "It'll be fine," she reassures him with a warm smile. She knows this how? She's just being confident and optimistic, apparently. "A dress? No. Not for runner races. Some ladies are in for that but it's not for me. Look, here she comes," she adds, helpfully pointing her out to her brother, and then waving. "Kiena!"

Confident and optimistic is good and something Th'ero could learn from. For now, he takes it to heart and smiles lovingly to Kimmila and kisses her swiftly before Kiena reaches them. "So what will you wear then?" he asks curiously, only to stand a little straighter as Kiena approaches. The Xanadian Weyrsecond returns Kimmila's wave with one of her own, her mouth already quirked into a smirk. "Afternoon, you two. So Ujinath tells me you came to escape Fort's winters?" Is that the truth? She peers at both of them, but more amused than suspicious.

Kimmila shrugs, "Riding leathers, basic things," she says, before she's turning to welcome Kiena. "Hello! Yes we did. Great to see you, how are you? The girls?" Shifting away from Th'ero, she extends a hand to Kiena with a half offer for a hug.

Th'ero chuckles under his breath and allows Kimmila to step forwards to greet his sister. Kiena looks a touch startled when Kimmila extends a hand but she does take up the offer and hugs her. A brief and gentle hug but one all the same! "It's great to see you too," she says with only a little hesitation to her voice, her eyes sliding to where Th'ero stands. They exchange nods, but Kiena only smiles rather than bristle. "I've been well. Had a few candlemarks to myself so I figured I'd do some personal work in my weyr. The girls have been just fine and are with their foster family right now. Did you two want to stop by my weyr? Be a bit more comfortable…" she drawls.

Kimmila steps back, equidistant from them both and glancing between them. "I think that'd be fine," she answers, giving Th'ero a questioning glance. Getting to see her weyr. That's a good sign, right?

Th'ero nods his head at her questioning glance. It is a very good sign and he's not about to tell Kiena no when she's so freely offered it. "We'd be happy to come by for a little while and then we'll be out of your hair. Lead on, we'll follow." he murmurs, already pushing off the tree to join Kimmila. Kiena smirks and nods her head, motioning for them to follow as she turns to walk down the beach and towards the coastal road. She'll speak easily to Kimmila, asking the bluerider how she is and how things have been and occasionally she'll extend the same to her brother though their conversations will be much shorter and to the point. It's a start, at least? And if all goes well, it'll be a reasonably good visit with only minimal awkwardness but no outbursts.