Who Eiram, Inri
What Observation for inspiration.
When Autumn - Turn 2715
Where Lookout Ridge, Fort Weyr


Fort Weyr - Lookout Ridge
An open plateau of rock that's nestled on the northern face of the bowl wall, used to provide an ease of access to important parts of the Weyr; traffic here being minimal. Stonecut stairs lead down to the administration complex, while the bridge that adjoins this plateau spans across a gully to get to the central bowl wall, where the wing corridor can be quickly reached. A shortcut is also built up toward the Star Stones, so those without dragon can reach the long since used rocks.
Beyond the pathways and access routes, the view from this terrace is amazing. The eye has a good vantage point of the entire bowl below, from the hatching caverns, to the training complex, to the stretches of the central and southern most bowl. The rise of the mountain and the forest ranges can be glimpsed from here as well, distant images but outlined enough to distinguish where they start and end. Oddly enough there's a bench here, settled back against the bowl wall and angled to give the best view of the world beyond.

Son of local riders, but fostered elsewhere, Eiram has been a somewhat frequent visitor throughout his youth but more so in the last turn with his training at the nearby Harper hall. A boy who has taken much of his looks from his father, alas his height or lack of it as well. He looks to barely reach 5 feet, giving him a look of a boy turns younger than he is. Dark curly hair frames his face. Right now he is sitting on the bench here overlooking the weyr. A high place he has chosen today, perhaps not a place considered safe for little boys but he looks confident at least as he sits there overlooking the weyr with a notepad in hand. He is humming a tune as he writes, stops and starts and hums the line again. Yep, one of those cursed harpers.

One who composes, it seems! (Which is much better than one who decomposes.) Inri comes up here sometimes simply to enjoy a vantagepoint similar to her dragon's, as Fort's golds tend to haunt the Star Stones more often than not. Wiyaneth's domain, mostly, though Kouzevelth puts in her visits. And she likes seeing the lookout through her rider's eyes, so she pushes Inri to go up there, too. Rarely do her times coincide with others, but she hears the humming and sources it with curiosity that only expands when she finds she's seeing an apprentice and not one of those cursed loud journeymen. At least Inri likes crafters. "It sounds good," she says softly, trying not to startle overmuch. Surely her boots were loud enough for her approach to be noted?

Eiram is completely lost in the composing and does not quite notice someone has joined him until he has looked up at the voice. “Its an assignment..” He admits to the woman as he rests the notebook in his lap. He might be seen to play with those loud journeyman but it looks like the boy is just as content with more simple measures. Well at least as far as this assignment goes. “I am not so good at writing music as making up songs.” About this time he notices her knot and rises to his feet, “Sorry Ma’am. I hope its ok for me to be up here?” He says with a curious note to his voice. Clearly the lad has no fear of heights given the course to get here involves some precarious routes.

"Of course. It's a public space," Inri says gently, tempted to actually glare down at her knot. She should really wear it less, it keeps making people worried they're in trouble! Cramping her style, as it were, even if she SHOULD be used to it at this point. "Just not one a lot of the public chooses to use, between being concerned about quakes and being scared of heights. Sit, stay as long as you want or can get away with," because his journeymen may not want him up there as long as Inri would be willing to allow. "If you don't mind me being here as well." She takes a seat herself, appreciating the sturdiness of the stone bench that is not going to be broken in an earthquake.

Eiram takes the standing moment to move over to the edge now that his expected duty taken care of. “Oh no ma’am, some of the larger ships probably had masts this high.” He says relaxing now that he is not in trouble, “I fostered with family at Rubicon hold and I went out on the ships when I was little and often was up the lines and on lookout.” When he was little? The teen barely looks ten or eleven as it is. There is a look up at the woman and grins, “Of course not Ma’am.” before moving back to the stone bench as well with notebook in hand once more. “You really get more respect of the weyr looking at it from above. The power and ferocity of its craggy edges fighting against the encroaching forest!” No doubt the theme of his bit of composition.

Smiling at the mention of Rubicon, Inri says something that she doesn't realize is going to lead her to a more interesting conversation than she expected: "Oh, one of my clutchmates is from there. Blooded, in fact." Er. It's likely Eiram knows that Eirwyn Impressed with Fort's oldest fertile gold, but maybe her name never came up.Since he didn't grow up at Fort, Inri never caught that Eirwyn and Ly'am reproduced. "My dragon," she adds, "feels exactly the same way about that. Which is why she encourages me to sit here. Writing a song about it? Maybe an ode, a poem." Except he's not a poet. But based on his phrasing, he totally could be.

The comment of Inri’s clutchmate gets a grin from the boy, “Yeah that's my Ma…well at least she is the only one in the family that has so it must be. Well probably started out as a ‘flight’ pregnancy and the pair remained friends afterward at the very least. Given she had a full family outside of the weyr, fostering Eiram with them made sense as Eirwyn continued to focus on her rider and Dragonhealer duties. Not that she ‘abandoned’ him, but mostly just kept to the rider tradition and visited the lad and had the lad visit on occasion. The last turn or so would see his presence at the weyr more on occasion since his taking up harper craft training, but it was irregular visits. The last sevenday has certainly seen an increase in his presence and he would have been added to the weyr’s roles as a student under the Journeyman Leuka. (Some history at least) The question of his current work gets a look down at his notebook, “Yeah, a song about it. Natural wonders was the theme. I thought about writing about the ocean but when I came up here …” He motions to the view before him. “All I can say…I was inspired.”

Inri does not jaw drop, but only barely. "Oh! I'm so sorry, I feel like an idiot — " Her handwave is apologetic now, not dismissive. "Should have known, I can see it now that I look closer. Kouzevelth would very much like to hear your finished product, she's incredibly curious. Maybe you'll play it to her eggs?" The hope in Inri's eyes isn't really Inri's, it's a mirror of Kouzevelth's intrigue using her rider's face as an expression. "If you are finished while they're still eggs."

“They reckon I got her eyes at least and my Da’s hair.” Eiram gives a little toss of shoulder length locks with a laugh and smiles at the woman, “Its alright ma’am, not like I have been a boy at her knee or anything.” The request though gets a surprised look on his face for a moment and he looks out over the bowl, then back up to her, “Really truely? You aren’t joshing me? Of course I would be happy to sing it to her and the eggs. Da reckons I got the music in me because he used to sing to Ma’s belly when I was in there. Maybe hers will come out liking music too.” Yep the boy seems excited at this prospect.

"No, of course not, I mean it." Inri's grinning as she says so, Kouzevelth's hope still lingering in her expression but her own amusement taking center stage. "One of her past mates, Kainaesyth, he used to tell stories. She sometimes makes me sing to them, and I'm — not a bad singer, but certainly not a trained one? So better she has someone who's really good at it providing a symphony for those unhatched babies of hers." It's a great mental image, and definitely not one Inri would attempt to stop. "Just don't surprise her."

Eiram listens to the woman’s response with barely contained excitement in his eyes. “Of course ma’am, I will ask her proper before I start. The lyre can be played quite softly and the chamber has good resonance for it. I will try to make it as perfect as I can for her and the eggs!” He declares even as he starts to gather up his things, “If you pardon me I am going to go work on some things I can do for this project.” He grins up at her again, “Thank you so much!” And off the boy scampers across the bridge.

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