Live Hard... Train Harder?

Fort Weyr - Lake Shore
This lake shares many features common to mountain lakes — a brilliant blue jewel nestled amongst the rocks. The waters are crystal clear, and the north shore slopes gently before abruptly falling away into the depths. This lake does have one significant differentiating feature, however. The south shore of the lake is a tumbled mass of rubble, rock and earth of an ancient rockslide smoothed only by the elements in the intervening years. This rubble, as well as the rather sheer east and west faces, makes for the north shore to be the only one easily accessible.
Springs arrival is noted by the disappearing lake ice. As it melts it breaks up into smaller icy bergs. These bob randomly throughout the choppy waters, slowly disappearing as the temperatures rise. They also frequently provide sport and entertainment for the bathing dragons. The emerging shoreline is inviting, though the water remains chilly for their human counterparts. As spring draws nearer to summer, the waters begin to feel quite invigorating with Rukbat's growing shine.


It is early evening around the Weyr, many people are enjoying the warm weather while able seeing how here winter is just around the corner at any given time. Niumdreoth is winging his way down towards the water's edge, the large brown landing with ease and gives his wings a good shake before crouching down there so his rider can hop off. Abigail goes about undoing buckles and straps and soon the brown is moving into the water to get a swim in. Abbey is left picking up the straps and rolling them up neatly for the trip back home.

The brown doesn't seem to be the only one itching for a swim. Seeming to have solidified their place as the danger-loving pair in the weyrling class, the copper-bronze Zeruth can be seen dropping from the skies at high speed. He almost seems ready to collide against the lake surface but pulls up at the last second so that the tips of his wings brush the surface, but not before there's a loud, "HEAD'S UP BELOW!" and S'ai is diving right off from his unsecured seat down into the lake below. It's not the best swan dive in the world but apparently someone has done this before - or has mostly most his mind. It's questionable.

Abigail glances up at the yelling and blinks as she catches sight of the pair heading further down and then someone diving off the back of the bronze. She frowns a few moments as she quietly waits at the waters edge to see if someone needs to be dragged out from the water. Niumdreoth rumbles out deeply while turning his head to take in the sight of the pair, luckly he is no where near where they are gliding down over the water. « Careful there! Would not dow ell to crash into another dragon. » This sent towards the bronze.

« Not at all. I have excellent control. » Zeruth remarks, pride high in his voice as he sinks himself into the water. His rider surfaces, giving his head a shake to send water flying off spiking hair, a triumphant crow turning into a laugh up to the bronze "Oh man, that was worth it! About time we got to have some fun." A puff of air and a gleam of blue-green light indicates Zeruth's amusement and agreement. Now this close, the brown could easily tell the two sound eerily alike. Identical, save a strange metallic timbre to the bronze's voice and a vast landscape of black and a city of lights.

Niumdreoth curiously watches Zeruth, a snort escapes the older dragon as he doesn't seem to amused with the thought. « So says you, now. Times may change though. » The brown offers with a great shake of his head, and stretch of his large wings before they are tucked back under the water. Abigail seems amused at how Nium is acting, though he is telling the truth on the matter. "S'ai!" Is called out from the Windleader that is still rather high and dry on land at the moment.

"Alright, we're trying higher next time." S'ai continues his enthusiastic yammering to the bronze, "We gotta find an ocean soon. Cliffs are one thing, but from the sky?! Best jump ever. Soon as we get a chance, we're heade—" « Did you not hear? » "Eh?" Mumbles the young rider and follows his dragon's gaze towards the shore. "Oh." He swims his way out of the deep water until he can tand and walks out of the water. He's got a light shirt on and simple pants, the kind all designed to dry off versus heavy rider's gear. He runs a hand back to shake the water from his hair and ives the brownrider a dip of his head. "Uh, you called me, Wingleader?”

Abigail is quiet as she watches the younger rider moving towards dry land, there are a few things that are rolling through her mind at the moment. Though she doesn't come right out and say most of them, yet. "That was a bit dangerous. Though… Good timing." She offers with an amused tone. "One should becareful though, there are rocks in this lake under the water." One missed rock could spell a problem after all.

S'ai reaches up a hand to tap at his forehead where the signs of a healed abrasion still show. "Rock underwater is probably softer than the ground. I trust Zer' to drop me in the right place though." « You dropped yourself. I just do the flying. » There's a roll of the bronzerider's eyes at his twin-from-another-species though it's a fond gesture. "But uh, hey, we're all about good timing. Most of the time. What's up?”

Abigail lifts a brow and smirks a touch while shaking her head as she hears the rider. "Matters not, when hitting a rock they still hurt. Problem is underwater it is harder to breath with a bloody head." She points out. "The rest of yer class is busy with there new wings, are ye planning ta never join one?" This questioned with a curious tone.

That question seems to deflate him some and he lets out a slow breath, that same hand coming to rub restlessly against the back of his neck. "Well, we uh.. we just passed our final test. Hence the, uh…" He waves a hand in a brief gesture from sky to water. "We got a bit behind with the accident and stuff aand before you ask, yes, 'stunts like this are probably going to break my fool head - more than it is already - someday'." And if that wasn't a near perfect rendition of a scolding M'icha then he and Zeruth aren't lifemates.

Abigail ahs softly and looks a bit amused. Perhaps she knew that? Of course she knew that! She just wanted to see what S'ai might say it would seem. She looks amused and smile softly before nodding. "I can understand that." She offers with a soft tone. A hand is lifted and waved out towards the water. "Ye seem to be a bit of a dare devil. Have ye given thought to Search and Rescue by chance?"

"Uh, yah, I have." S'ai remarks as Zeruth moves through the water until he's close enough to stretch out his muzzle and nearly touch his rider, giving a noisy snort. « WE had thought… » "That it probably suited us best." Dragon and rider say in a seamless statement. "I mean, clearly we're not afraid of things. I spent a lot of time traveling and my father was always pushing me to take the next big risk so I could succeed and do better."

Abigail nods a moment soon lifting a finger. "There is something good to have such things, but at the same time ye also must have control and be well trained. Risky behavior can cost someone there life, be ie yers, yer life mates, or someone that ye be helping."

"I know!" S'ai says with a blink and clears his throat. "I mean, I have a little sister. I learned pretty quick my risks were mine. I get it, I do. Sure I make mistakes, that whole fight with the Renegades was a bit of a miss but we all got out of it just fine. My mom did her best to raise me to be a leader - she's a goldrider. Just, sure I can probably do it just I—" He trails off, seeming to be at a loss for words. It is where Zeruth, who seems to have zero concerns about being an oddly chatty dragon, adds. « There is much yet to learn and see and do. »

Abigail is quiet while curiously watching S'ai, a soft smile seen now and she nods a touch. "We all make mistakes S'ai, though the important bit is do we learn from them along the way?" This said softly while letting her arms fold losely before her while she curiously watches S'ai. "If ye so wish it, ye may have a spot on me wing. I promise that ye would learn plenty and see much if ye so wished." Pause. "Though, Search and Rescue is not an easy wing to be with, we train hard and we are put into many dangers everyday we go out on sweeps." She does not sugar coat it that is for certain.

There's a tilt of S'ai's head as he hooks his thumbs into the edges of his pants, giving a faint nod of his head. "We live hard, ma'am. We're not afraid of giving up everything if we need to, not if someone needs us. We'll do what we're called to do. Sure we like to have fun but, uh, we learned to listen when it counts." He adds with a sheepish smile. "We got the scars to remind us.”


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