Who F'inn, K'zre, Nymionth, Yasminath
What Kez and F'inn take the babies to the lake! There's totally an AWLM hanging around somewhere… <.<
When Summer - Month 6 of Turn 2718
Where Lake Shore, Fort Weyr

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Fort Weyr - Training Complex
The remnants of a historic collapse are apparent here, as the slope face of the bowl has a predominant downward curvature. It's likely long ago, that a cavern larger than any Fort currently has was where the training complex currently is. A probable cave in triggered a fissure on the bowl wall which lead to a great chunk of it dislodging, thus creating the rounded slope.
Yet, many centuries later, all that remains to give evidence is the pocket made into the bowl wall. It seems that the inhabitants of Fort Weyr have made best of the created space. Rock on the ground proper has long since cleared, but pebbles and loose shale are constantly underfoot. Still, the sprig of some green leafed vegetation isn't too out of the ordinary in these parts, as long as it doesn't get trampled by the comings and goings.
It's clear that this area has been designated for the training of young minds, whether human or dragon. Surrounded by rock on all side, it's like a personal weyr bowl for the youngsters to minimize distraction and danger. The candidate barracks have been built across from the Weyrling barracks, so that one group can educate the next. Finally, placed in the centre of the two entrances of the opposing barracks, near the rock face, is a statue with a memorial plaque.

Despite having briefly turned into a lazy bum (cause… baby dragons and sleep deprivation), K'zre has managed to find the energy and motivation to get back into exercise. And, because no one likes to run alone, has actually taken F'inn up on his offer (or maybe it was Nymionth's offer?) to start running with the bronze pair. It's slow going, at least for the green pair, as every few steps or so Yasminath loses her focus and either goes tumbling to the ground, or darting off to examine something pretty (and with summer in Fort, lots of pretty flowers are blooming), or plumb losing interested, until Kez is sending her to go hang out in the center of the field and 'observe' while he continues running. So there she sits, looking adorable in her sailor… necklace, watching her human running circles (laps) around the training field.

After the first few stumbles, Nymionth catches on and takes to running nearer to Yasminth. The good thing about those unnaturally long, wide wings (besides resembling a cape)? They are more then big enough to sweep out and catch her when she falls. In short order, he's gotten into a rhythm and actually manages to sweep her up and keep her on her feet. Even if it means he's technically carrying her part of the way. She's small enough, he's strong enough, it's the chivalrous thing to do. When she's finally urge into the center of the field, Nymionth joins her, arranging himself amidst the flowers on the ground to provide ample leaning space. F'inn? He just shakes his head at the pair, his lopsided smile relaxed as he keeps his pace slow enough to accomodate K'zre's getting back into the groove. Running, after all, is not about speed, but endurance. Although, speed is fun, too. "When do you think we'll be able to leave this area," he asks as he eyes the edges of the bowl. "I'm itching for different scenery."

Yasminath is not the type to stumble on purpose to get such chivalrous attention. But that does not mean that she is not *thoroughly* enjoying it. Because what girl (dragon) doesn't want to be swept off her feet? So each time she's caught, there's a bloom of delight and gratitude and a little bashful apology for needing the rescue in the first place. Now, settled in the field and snuggled up with Nymionth, her attention alters between watching K'zre running, and admiring the flowers that are blooming. At least, the ones she's managed not to accidentally smoosh with her little-for-a-dragon feet. « Look, Nymionth! It's a little yellow one. I love yellow! » And while he might have spent a week, or two, or four (*Cough*) not running, Kez manages not to look /too/ winded and sweaty. He's holding his own, even if he's periodically shooting looks at Yasminath and Nymionth in the center. They're not mean looks. But he's definitely keeping an eye on his green. Which is why it takes him a few steps to even realize that F'inn has spoken. "Hm? Oh uh…" and there's a frown, and a thoughtful look, as Kez attempts to remember what the weyrlingmaster's might have said about it. "I think we can leave, as long as they come with us. We're just stuck if they happen to fall asleep. I'd love to go to the lake, though," he admits.

Listening to Yasminath, Nymionth exhales a low croon, a wash of yellow roses coloring his mindscape as he gently settles a wing across her back. « Yellow is a very pretty color, » he admits in soothing tones. « Red is my favorite, » He decides with a shower of red roses petals filling his mind. « When we are finally grow and have weyrs of our own, I will have my F'inn build you a trellis of yellow roses at entrance of your weyr. » F'inn will be thrilled. Particularly since Nymionth has already informed him that there will be red roses in abundance in their weyr. Like K'zre, F'inn casts numerous glances toward the pair. His expression, though is warm, Nymionth's mood coloring his own to a degree that is unheard of for a bronze dragon. Still, he's listening, pale blue eyes immediately warming as he slants a glance at K'zre's profile. "I'm game, if you are," he admits. It feels like it's been ages since he's done anything that has not involved fitness. "It would certainly make bathing them much easier," he admits. Without thinking about what he's doing, he sweeps one hand down, snagging a yellow flower and tossing it to K'zre with a wink. "Lets round them up?"

Yellow roses growing on her ledge? « Yay! » Already, visions are dancing in Yasminath's head, a blooming garden to rival the one in the depths of her mindscape. Although, somewhat timidly, she admits, « I don't know if yellow is my favorite. I like it a lot. I love it! But I like pink, too. And orange. K'zre loves orange! Are there orange roses? » But still, the idea of a trellis with yellow roses, nevermind pink and orange and any other color the might come in, has the green tickled and brimming with delight. And Kez? He's definitely listening in, though it's more confusion for the idea of trellis' and roses. His head twists, turning as though he means to ask a question but gets tossed a yellow flower instead. Except he's not terribly great about catching it, so the poor bit of foliage simply bounces off his chest and then goes drifting to the ground while Kez makes an attempt to snag it on the way down. Success! And it is a decisive, "Yes," for the trip to the lake. "Yasminath? Want to go to the lake?"
It's just a casual question tossed out as though it just crossed his mind. But Yasminath is immediately bounding to her feet (and subsequently tripping over them), a creel of delight ringing out as she declares an emphatic, « Yes! Yes! Let's go to the lake! Oh! » and she freezes, staring at the ground. « I think I crushed it… » RIP Yellow flower.

« There are not orange roses, » Nymionth admits. « But Marigolds are orange and we could do that, if you prefer. There is, however, much time to make that decision. » This time, his mindscape is a burst of riotous color, flowers of all types and colors bursting into the air in a swirl of color and scent. For his part, F'inn slows to a jog, then a quick walk as they near the dragons, pale eyes crinkling at the corners as he reaches up and runs a hand along the length of Nymionth's shoulder. "We're going swimming. Or bathing, if you prefer to call it that." Lowering his head, Nymionth chuffs at F'inns hair, a low croon sounding in answer. It is the crushed flower that gains his attention, or rather the crusher of flowers. « I am positive there will be more closer to the water, Yasminath. »

There's definitely a bit of sorrow for that crushed flower (flower/s/ actually), as Yasminath lifts her paw to observe the damage. But before she can get too upset at something that does not require such mourning, K'zre is there and smoothing his hand over her eyeridges and headknobs, murmuring something low but decidedly sweet. A sad little croon follows it, but the promise of the lake, and it's additional flowers, has her perking up. « Then, we should go! » she agrees, nudging Kez with her nose before turning to bump Nymionth. « What do marigolds look like? » she wonders, head tipped back toward the bronze even as she moves toward the bowl proper. Of course, this brings distraction and a little bit of a stumble, which Kez neatly dodges before he can be crushed as well. "Bathing," he decides, gaze dropped to grimace at the state of his attire before turning to peer critically at Yasminath's hide. "Definitely bathing."

F'inn exhales a quiet laugh, dancing to the side to avoid Nymionth's wing when it sweeps out to keep Yasminath on her feet. « Marigolds look little orange moons, » he provides warm tones. Of course, given the garden that is his mindscape, the words are accompanied with a wash of orange and yellow marigolds. With the dragons moving, and Nymionth assuring Yasminath stays on her feet, F'inn dashs away to grab the basket of food from outside the barracks before jogging back to walk alongside K'zre. "We'll want this if they decide to nap on the beach," he chuckles.

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.

« Ooooh, » comes in predictable appreciative tones for the description and the image, Yasminath flooding that garden with brilliant, white moonlight. « So pretty! We should definitely have marigolds, K'zre! And roses. And… those little white ones, » she declares, pausing briefly to inspect one such flower. Really, it'll be a small miracle if they make it to the lake at all. But Kez is patient, gently urging Yasminath on with a hand at her shoulder (cause she's still small enough he can reach it!) and encouraging words, and the promise of many flowers to come. A nod for F'inn and his basket, a low, "Yes," agreed as he glances between Yasminath and the distance to the lake. Chances of her taking a nap on the beach? Very high. But the thought of sand, and water, of getting out and swimming, has the weyrling grinning in expectation. Which has Yasminath all sorts of wiggly with delight as she leans into Nymionth's assistance. « To the lake! » "To the lake," agrees Kez, urging her on once again. "I feel like I haven't seen it in months…"

"Daisies," F'inn provides to Yasminath as he strolls along next to K'zre. "The really small white flowers are baby's breath," he adds at Nymionth's croon of approval. "I only know that cause of Nym," is asided to K'zre with a wry smile. "He as a thing for flowers." A massive thing. A thing that is going to require F'inn to learn how to tend plants. As they finally come within sight of the lake, F'inn pauses, drawing in a deep breath and sighing. "It feels like we've been locked away forever," he admits. « Look at the water, Yasminath! » Nym? Excited, although he's doing his best to maintain his cool.

« Daisies! » Yasminath is delighted at the word being supplied, even if Kez is tossing a bit of a suspect look toward F'inn. But he accepts the answer readily enough. "Interesting," he decides. Bending to snatch up a little cluster on the way. It joins the yellow flower (because of COURSE he still has that. Yasminath has insisted) in a small bouquet that he's apparently now gathering. "It does feel like that," he agrees. "I feel as though it has been turns since I was in the infirmary…" and while he might frown a little bit for the thought, it is only the realization that he doesn't miss it (and that he probably ought to) that draws that particular expression. At the sight of the water, Yasminath offers a gleeful squeal and darts forward, pausing to glance back at Kez who issues an encouraging, "Go on. But be careful!" Too late. She's already tripping over her feet, probably tumbling into Nymionth, only to offer dragonic-giggles and dart forward again. « So pretty! Oh…! I wonder what it looks like at night! » A smirk, and Kez decides, "We'll probably find out pretty soon…"

Nymionth is more then happy to be a bumper for Yasminath to collide into, that much is clear when he croons happily before bounding after her. It is in mid-bound that he realizes he's doing it and it is immediately transformed into a loping run. « We will have to find out, » Nymionth decides as he wades into the water alongside Yasminath. « Not to deep, princess, » he warns before glancing over his shoulder toward F'inn. At the look, F'inn grins and waves Nym on, his head giving a wry shake as the bronze immediately returns his attention to his pretty little companion. "It's beautiful out here at night," F'inn admits. "She's going to love it." Glancing at the bouquet, his lips twitch in an easy smile, his gait slowing as he sets the basket down far enough away from the edge of the water to be safe from splashing. Course, courtsey of the unnaturally empathic Nym, he has a fairly good idea what K'zre is feeling, his posture remaining relaxed as he braces his hands on his hips. "I keep thinking I /should/ miss my pottery wheel and kiln," he admits. "But I don't. I mean, I will probably always do pottery, but…" It's just not that important anymore.

« I won't! » go too deep. The assurance is both for Nymionth and K'zre alike, though the latter is shooting a bit of a side-eye toward the bronze. Lips pressed briefly into a thin line, he falls briefly silent and may nearly have missed F'inn's comments on the lake. A beat. Two, and he suddenly answers with, "She will," in firm agreement. "She's… she likes just about everything." Including Nymionth. Especially Nymionth. And it has Kez looking a little frowny-faced even if he might not be able to put his finger on why. It's once shoulders meet water that Kez suddenly goes rigid and utters a sudden, "Wait!" Thankfully, Yas listens and pauses, twisting around to regard her human with no small amount of concern. Everything is extremes with the young green, at least this early in her life. So her glee is sky-high and sorrow is caverns deep and concern is UTTER PANIC! until Kez explains that, "You need to take off your coll— necklace." Thankfully, she's only gotten far enough for the bow at the front to become wet, the rest of it seems to be safe and, once she comes back to the shore (and probably drips a bit suspiciously close to that picnic basket) K'zre makes short work of removing it. He's become practiced at such a thing. As it drops to the sand, she goes darting back toward the water, stumbling only once before she's crashing into the lake to join Nymionth. « Yes, yes! I want to see the moons on the water! » As for Kez and his infirmary? Or F'inn and his pottery? "I should feel guilty," he admits. "I should be wondering how they're doing, worried about inventory and supplies, stocking up for summer colds and preparing for winter flu, training the apprentices… Instead I'm here…" Which he's not at all sorry about, but feels like he SHOULD be sorry about.

"Doing the most important thing in the world," F'inn provides. "Taking care of Yasminath." When Yasminath freezes and starts to PANIC, Nymionth swings his head back toward the shore, his gaze landing on F'inn. For a moment, F'inn's gaze is distant, at least until his reassurances that Nymionth has done nothing wrong are accepted. "He doesn't mean any harm," he whispers as he watches Yasminath bounding back toward the water. "He… he adores her." As far as Nymionth is concerned Yasminath is as good as, if not better then, the moons, themselves. "He'll never let anything hurt her if he can possibly prevent it." And F'inn knows that is the case in the very core of his being. It's odd, though, feeling Nymionth's feelings so strongly, odd enough that he lightly clears his throat and scrubs a hand over the back of his neck as he slants a glance at K'zre. Unfortunately, because of who Nymionth is, and how he is, there is no jealousy in F'inn, just an overwhelming warmth that spills over into the smile he turns on K'zre as he stoops before dropping onto his butt in the sand.

"Neither would I," asserts K'zre firmly, expression briefly hardening. "I would never let anything hurt her. I'd die before I let that happen. He doesn't need to be so…" But even before Kez can find the word he's looking for, he seems to realize what he's saying. That doesn't help him sort out all the conflicting feelings for it, but rather than continue on with arguments and words, he just huffs out a disgruntled sound and drops to the sand and turns his gaze toward Yasminath in the water. She's not oblivious to those roiling emotions, head turned to croon toward Kez and even wade his direction before he's shaking his head and offering a quick, "No. Play. I'm fine." Because he is. Or he will be. He'll make himself fine, if just to keep Yasminath from worry. The bouquet in his hand is carefully set aside, one stem used as a makeshift tie to hold the whole thing together. Turning back, there's a long look returned to F'inn for the warmth in that smile, and something like confusion or unease crosses his expression before he's wiping it from his face and turning to face the dragons. Long, awkward silence? Probably. And Yasminath? Although she's definitely splashing about in the shallows (shallow for a dragon, at least), having a fantastic time trying to get as much of the lake water into the air as possible, now and again she shoots a look to K'zre and waffling between staying in the water and going to him. It is probably his adamancy that he's fine that keeps her in the lake rather than cozying up to him on the beach.

"I know," F'inn assures in those same quietly warm tones. "I have nothing but faith in your abilities, K'zre." And while he would love to make K'zre feel better, he has no idea what to do. "I.. I can make him stay away from her, if that would make you happier?" He's hates the thought both for himself and for Nymionth. "I don't.. really get it," he admits. "It's not.. It's not like.. you know? It's innocent." Course, he's aware that someday it won't be quite so innocent, but still. Trailing off, he sighs and scrubs a hand over his face, blue eyes slanting a concerned look toward Nymionth. Nym, who had been using those massive cloak-like wings to send more and more water into the air for Yasminath pauses, his wings held aloft as his head swivels around to watch his human. Almost immediately, he backs away, sinking down to hunker in the water with a croon of encouragement for Yasminath.

A firm shake of K'zre's head comes for the first suggestion. "No. That would upset Yasminath." And even the suggestion if it, flitting through Kez's head and out to her, has the green's glee fading and a flicker of sorrow coloring her mind. "I know," comes for the innocence of it. Kez definitely understands that part of it. "I don't think we should talk about this right now," he murmurs, shooting a brief look toward F'inn before he's focused on Yasminath again. "I don't want to upset her and she… I can't keep anything from her…" and almost on cue, there's a plaintive sound as she abandons the water and heads for the shore to curl herself up as close to Kez as possible, heedless of the fact that she is definitely getting him soaking wet. He's not even that upset, but Yasminath doesn't know how to do anything in moderation right now, so her emotions are through the roof.

F'inn dips his chin in a nod, agreeing with putting the conversation off until both dragons are older. When Yasminath abandons the water, Nymionth's head turns to follow her progress. And, while he wants to follow her, and actually low crawls a few paces toward the shore, he settles back down and remains where he is. "Did you show her your bouquet," he suggests helpfully. In the wake of the words, his gaze goes toward Nymionth, one hand smoothing over the sand next to him. Almost as soon as the gesture is made, Nymionth hurries over, hunkering down in the sand and swinging his head around to nestle that massive dragon dome right next to F'inn's hip. "You know, we should get some story books from the library and read them stories."

K'zre soothes Yasminath with gentle fingers along her eyeridges, devoting his attention to her until the whirl of her eyes is placid and once more green-blue with content. The mention of the bouquet has her perking up, though she doesn't lift her head more than necessary to peek toward it. Reaching for the bundle of flowers, Kez offers it over for her inspection, a happy croon sounding for it. "It will last for a day or so," he assures her. "We can hang it over the couch." Somehow. When Nymionth joins them, Yas offers a cheerful warble in greeting, happy to have him close but unwilling to leave Kez for the moment. Honestly, chances are she's about to doze off into a nap anyways. Especially with Kez scratching at her favorite spot. "I think Yasminath would like that," he agrees in a low murmur. Yas? Would love that.

"Then we'll do that," F'inn decides in firm tones. Course, Nym is already starting to doze off and F'inn? Not immune to that fact. "But I think nap before we head back…" As he speaks, he twists around, settling on his back next to Nym's head, one arm winding up to pillow his head. "Definately fairy tales," he murmurs in tones that make it clear that all that activity has caught up with him. In mere moments, F'inn's asleep, snuggled in against Nymionth's noggin.

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