Fort Weyr - Center Bowl
The wide center of the bowl is often bustling with activity as riders come and go. Off westward can be seen the entrances for the candidate barracks and the guest weyr, while to the east is a large opening that leads into the dragon infirmary. The bowl stretches off both to the north and to the south, where the sheer stone walls rise steeply to the sky.
It's a cold, snowy day at Fort Weyr, the air frigid and the ground covered in white fluff. More than a few snow sculptures occupy the roped-off area of the center bowl, and dragon traffic continues to keep much of the rest of the bowl clear of ice. Now and again, a few stray snowflakes drift down from the overcast sky, though the wind seems to have dropped off, at least somewhat. The Roc wingleader is out examining the straps on one very contented Avideth, the sky-blue dragon lounging no far from the snow sculptures and examining them with a curious tilt of his purple-tinted head. B'ky is smiling lightly, and hmming in agreement at some silent comment of Avi's, the man dressed in a rather different outfit from his usual. Instead of crimson and indigo, the man is dressed entirely in sleek black leathers, which hug his frame and make him seem even paler than usual. Over them is a rich brown jacket, long enough to sway behind him when he moves. It's the same clothing he wore to the Fort Weyr rally, and why the sudden change in styles? Who knows.
A'mar is still clad in his ill-fitting blue outfit, the thick trousers, and the long sleeved shirt, though he's got a comfortably-worn greyish-brown coat on over the shirt, and a thickly knit pair of woolen gloves. He's off a short distance from the roped off area, with Caldoth, watching in amusement as the craggy blue starts moving snow around with his oddly long front paws. "You planning on making something, Cal? Don't think dragons're allowed, you know." He jerks his head at the corded off section.
Finally, A'di had somehow managed to ditch the hidious things he'd been wearing. And now he's dressed in something normal for a change. Who knows what happened to the yellow riding jacked of doom, perhaps it was burned, perhaps it was "lost" between, perhaps it was thrown into the pit of hell. Wherever it was, it was never seeing the light of day again. A'di pauses to look at the other riders, pausing as his eyes fall on B'ky, looking hesitant for a moment or two.
Cold and snowy makes for just the perfect day for snow building, and like so many others in Fort have been doing recently, Moydeo is out, rolling snow into giant balls, in order to carve, and work them into shapes. She pushes her latest one into the roped off area, to the others she'd already done. She's bundled against the cold in thick pants, sweater, jacket, and a hat on her head. She waves to B'ky, and the other riders as she passes them on her way. "Hello." She greets them, before she works to get the balls of snow just where she wants them.
"I'm sure no one will mind," B'ky comments with a faint smile to A'mar after overhearing the other bluerider's words. "Are you going to enter the competition?" he asks, grey eyes flickering over the roped off area, spotting Moydeo and raising a hand in greeting with a pleasant, "Hello." And as he looks over the work going on, "What are you making?" he asks, eyebrows rising slightly as he regards the giant snowballs for a moment. But something catches his attention just then, and he blinks, head tilting to the side to spot A'di over there. There's an arched eyebrow at the other bluerider's new attire, although B'ky doesn't comment on it, instead inclining his head with an, "A'di," in greeting.
A'mar glances over to the roped off area again, at B'ky's question. "Oh, no, no no no, I'm a little old to be playing in the snow." He dismisses the thought, with a shake of his head, though he does eye Caldoth. The blue is pulling snow in with those paws now, and has a sizeable little pile already. Well, little in relation to /his/ size, anyway. Whatever it is, it's going to be big. The blue starts packing it into a ball shape, or as close as he can. A'mar watches on with a thoughtful frown. Are his fingers twitching a bit in those gloves? No, surely not. He starts rubbing his hands together, muttering something about the cold.
Hesitant, and now staring full on at B'ky, A'di finally sighs. "Hi, B'ky." A'di mumbles quietly, quickly running a hand through his hair, least he doesn't have people snickering behind his back. He quietly makes his way over towards a patch of snow near the other snow sculptures and sinks to the ground. He digs his fingers quietly into the snow, minding his own business.
Moydeo starts looking on the larger of the packed balls of snow, knocking off bits and pieces of snow, as a shape slowly starts to take form, as she works. She looks at B'ky at his question. "Oh, uh, runnerbeeasts." She says as she keeps working.She glances up at the dragon, and blinks a moment. "What's he making?" She asks A'mar, and continues to work on her own, and the ball does seem to be taking the rough shape of a runner beast, rough for now, the more refined details can be done once you have the general shape, right?
"Hm?" B'ky tilts his head toward A'mar, the wingleader chuckling, "I don't think anyone is ever too old to play in the snow." He smiles softly, giving Avideth's straps a final tug before tilting his head toward the roped-off area, nodding at Moy's answer on what she's making and saying thoughtfully, "I tried my hand at creating something earlier, but I'm afraid I'm just not skilled enough." He smiles, though, turning to watch Caldoth for a moment, as does Avideth, the sky-painted blue likely echoing Moydeo's question, albeit silently. B'ky eyes his dragon a moment; that's all he needs, Avi getting more odd ideas. Well, at least snow is a fairly harmless medium. Unlike, say, clothing. There's a raised eyebrow at that sigh from A'di, and likely for that hesitation too, B'ky walking over toward him and asking the other bluerider quietly, "What is it?" He tilts his head, regarding the other man am moment.
A'mar starts sauntering oh-so-casually towards the roped off area. It's purely to answer Moydeo's question, /naturally/. It has nothing to do with the snow competition, not at all. "Mmm? Oh. Just a snowman. Simple, basic, nothing too exciting." Because Caldoth is, after all, a dragon, and, with paws those size, there's no way he could do any finer details. The potter jams his gloved hands deep into his pant pockets, and eyes the blue. Caldoth seems to have finished the first sphere, as he's scraping together a second already. But A'mar isn't eyeing the dragon's /snowman/ any more, rather the dragon himself.
Moydeo grins. "Hey, I'm sixteen, and I still like to play in the snow." She says, and then eyes the blue a moment, and then looks to A'mar. "That's going to be one big snowman." She says, which is probably an understatement, considering who's building it. "Are dragons allowed to enter?" She asks. "I know they're not allowed in the roped off area, but didn't hear anything about them not being able to enter." She says, and goes back to working on her own, now that she has the rough shape, which is basically a life sized runner, she works on the finer details, like joints, muscles, and such things, making it look more runnerbeast like.
B'ky tilts his head to consider, watching Caldoth a moment before saying in answer to Moydeo, "I'm not sure, to be honest," about whether dragons are allowed to enter. "I imagine it will be a lovely snowman, in any case," and he smiles faintly, watching the work going on and then telling A'mar, "You should build something yourself," and another smile, "I'm sure you'll do a much better job than I have," and he nods toward a.. rather lumpy-looking pile of snow that might, perhaps, be a snowman, or a wherry. Apparently, B'ky is no sculptor. Grey eyes flicker over Moydeo's snowcritter, the man asking curiously, "You work in the stables?"
After a little bit of work, A'di finally pushes himself to his feet and without really much else, the rider starts to head towards the living caverns with his hands stuffed into his pockets.
A'mar kicks at the snow with his boot, frowning. "Well, I suppose. I'm twenty-six, haven't really played in the snow in turns." And he shoots Caldoth an accusing glance, before stepping over the rope, and dropping to his knees in the snow. He scoops in great piles of snow, and then hesitates, eyeing Caldoth. "I … don't think it's fair, to Caldoth. If he was allowed to enter only, he might win on size, but if any other dragons entered he'd not even have that." He shakes his head, and raises a hand, wiggling his fingers, "He can't do the finer details."
"You know, I bet dragons are great at snowball fights." Moydeo remarks idly, as she finishes the fine details of hers. "Maybe it could be the guardian of all these smaller sculptures, watching over them from people that might want to do them harm." She grins, and moves over to the snowball she'd left off to the side while she worked on the larger one, this one was slightly smaller then the first, and like the first, she starts carving on this one as well, this one shaping into a smaller runner.
Avideth looks as if he might want to try this playing in the snow thing, but one look from B'ky has the dragon whuffing, and then suddenly taking flight, off to some distant ledge. Apparently, Caldoth has no competition from him. B'ky shakes his head and turns to smile at those building things, though he himself does not enter the roped-off area, merely standing back and watching. There's a gentle laugh when A'mar mentions his age, the wingleader saying, "I'm nearly thirty-three turns, A'mar. And I /still/ play in the snow." He also dances with without music and wears funny cloths - although at the moment those sleek black leathers he's wearing make him stand out in the snow rather a lot. There's an arched eyebrow at Moydeo for the suggestion of a dragon snowball fight, B'ky commenting, "I imagine they might be," with a brief glance back at Avideth up on that ledge. Hmm. He chuckles, "A guardian, hm?" musing quietly, "I suppose, if it's large enough, it might last the entire winter."
Caldoth actually looks up as Avideth flies off, almost disappointed, but he turns his attention back to his snowman building. His tail twitches as Moydeo suggests a dragon snowball fight, and A'mar covers his mouth, trying to suppress a snicker. Once he recovers, he points out, "Caldoth would like to note that a dragon snowball would knock a man down, they'd be /huge/." As if for a distraction, he starts packing together a loose ovoid of snow. "Mm. He likes that idea, the guardian… Which means I'll have to help him." he snorts, but it's a good-natured snort. There's a glance up at Caldoth, and he nods, "I will, I will, just let me do this first." he murmurs, letting the ovoid settle. Cracks form in the loosely packed snow, and he grins, quickly scooping up more snow on either side of the ovoid.
Moydeo pauses in her work, to blink, and then laugh. "I guess that'ss true." She says after a moment. "Could probably knock several men down." She giggles lightly as she keeps working, carving out what's turning out to be a runnerbeast foal, laying down. "Well, it is big enough to be one." She says. "From what I've seen anyway." She adds. "I could help too, if you need it."
B'ky chuckles quietly, "Ah, I imagine the dragons might have an unfair advantage on us," and he smiles as his eyes go from Caldoth to A'mar, "Although.. it would be arather interesting game, if it involved, hmm.. just the dragons." A giant dragon snowball fight? Oh dear. The wingleader tilts his head to watch A'mar a moment, a faintly amused smile for the other bluerider's distracted snow-packing. But B'ky himself is wandering toward that dilapidated wherry-thing he'd built some days ago, nudging it here and there. Hmm. He observes the others building a moment, commenting to Moydeo, "That is quite lovely," as the foal takes shape in the snow.
A'mar continues patting down the snow on either side of the ovoid, running his fingers loosely over the surface, creating sort of ridges, running parallel to the ovoid. The snow on either side seems to go to a point at one end of the ovoid, and then spread out until it ends at a ragged edge on the other end of the ovoid. Seemingly satisfied, A'mar shifts towards the ragged edge. He keeps glancing over to Caldoth, but it's /obvious/ he's not sculpting the dragon's clumsy snowman. In fact, now that he's finished that part, the recently added snow looks almost like … wings. "Dragon on dragon snowball fight? Gold's'd still squash the greens." Buuut, he does grin. "It'd be a sight to see, though, that's for sure! Maybe get a bunch of blues and greens together one day." Caldoth, for sure. Although, the annoyed twitching of his tail miiight suggest otherwise.
Moydeo nodnods. "Well, maybe the dragons could have their own snowball fight, without us humans." She chuckles. "I imagine a snowball fight for dragons, would be similar to a snow storm, with all this snow flying all over." She giggles, and she continues to work, and nods to B'ky. "Thank you." She says to the Wingleader, as she works on the foal, once again getting the rough shape, before she works on the detailss.
It's a cold, snowy day at Fort Weyr, the air frigid and the ground covered in white fluff. More than a few snow sculptures occupy the roped-off area of the center bowl, and the continuous dragon traffic helps to keep much of the rest of the bowl clear of ice. Now and again, a few stray snowflakes drift down from the overcast sky, though the wind seems to have dropped off, at least somewhat. B'ky is gently nudging his own.. makeshift snowthing with a boot, while A'mar and Moydeo are not far off, working in the snow as well. Kneeling down, B'ky idly takes a few clumps of snow and pats them onto the, er, wherry? Hm. "True," B'ky has to chuckle, nodding to A'mar, "Mm, just the blues and greens? I imagine Avideth might be willing to play in the snow." More than willing, perhaps, though for the moment the sky-painted blue is perched on one of the upper ledges, relaxing while curiously watching Caldoth build what might be a ginormous snowman. Nodding again in agreement, "Certainly, a sight to see," B'ky smiles softly, "I suspect there may be space outside the weyr, near the camp. Snow fields…" he trails off in thought. There's a smile for Moydeo, "I can imagine Choth might be able to manage a small snowstorm, just on her own." And he chuckles, perhaps, for the image that conjures.
A'mar is eyeing Caldoth's twitching tail with a frown. He opens his mouth, as if to ask the blue to keep still, then shuts it again, frowning down at the snow sculpture. A craggy ovoid with … well, the banks of snow either side look almost like wings, and the potter is at the 'tail' end. It'll be close enough, right? Right. He starts to form a rough tail, drawing on memory. "Not sure dragons really have the ability to make /balls/ of snow." Though his own is managing that feat just fine, if not to throw. "Be more like splashing water around in the lake." Caldoth meanwhile is happily forming his own snowman, well outside of the corded off area. Right now, he's very carefully lifting the second sphere to rest upon the first, whuffling in satisfaction once he's got it settled. A'mar eyes the blue. "I'll be honest, Cal's more interested in making things of snow than throwing snow around."
Moydeo blinks, and laughs at B'ky. That's true, maybe snowball fights by color? Like one for Blues and greens, one for browns and bronzes, and one for golds, or maybe gold and bronzes." She grins, and eyes Caldoth a moment, and his snow man. "Dare I ask what he plans to use for, like, the arms, eyes, and nose?" She asks A'mar, because, you know, those are important part of a snowman.
A short figure makes their way out into the bowl from the living caverns. Bundled from head to toe, hands tucked into coat pockets as they amble through the snow, making their way idly toward the roped off sculptures. Hazel eyes — the only thing really visible over their celadon scarf — fall onto Moydeo, and a gloved hand emerges from one of the pockets to offer the Beastcrafter a wave. "Hey, Mo!" comes Jayashri's muffled voice. Her head tilts as she comes up to the sculptures, ducking under the rope and knitting her eyebrows quizzically. "What about snowball fights by color?" she asks, looking from Moydeo, to B'ky, and then to A'mar, and then to the blue that is building a snowman. "He isn't going to throw that, is he?" she asks, peridot-flecked eyes turning with concern to her Impression scene, sliding over B'ky's… wherry? Her gaze flits promptly back. "What is /that/?" she blurts out rather brashly.
B'ky continues to pat snow onto the oddly-shaped snowthing he's kneeing beside, shaking his head gently and smiling, "Hmm, I suspect the golds may still have an unfair advantage, even if size weren't taken into consideration," and he chuckles, though there's another nod for Moydeo, "Perhaps it might be a competition for the winter games," although the wingleader is just musing now… with the games so near, when would anyone have time to plan such an event? B'ky also glances over at Caldoth's tail, tilting his head then to watch A'mar at work, eyebrows rising a little as he realizes what A'mar is building in the snow. "You have quite an eye for sculpture," B'ky tells the other bluerider, and then has to chuckle again, "Mm, Avideth's more likely to splash snow around…" and his gaze drifts toward the lake, "He's fond of water games. I imagine it moight turn into something similar." Although he has to smile softly at that. At Moy's question about the snowman, there's another glance at Caldoth has B'ky tilting his head curiously. There's a brief nod in greeting for Jayashri, but B'ky just shakes his head at her questions, nevermind her manners, glancing back at A'mar. What /is/ Caldoth going to use? Apparently the wingleader would like to know as well.
A'mar blinks a little at Moydeo, just as he's getting up, having finished the 'tail'. "The, uh. Cal?" he asks, frowning a little. "Right, right. Should go get those." he mutters, though he only moves as far as the other end of his snow thing, before kneeling again. To Jayashri, he shakes his head. "Oh, no, no. He's building a snow guardian, to watch over this lot." he says, with a grin, and a wave for the snow sculptures in the corded off area. B'ky's compliment on his sculpting turns his cheeks just slightly pink, he's not used to hearing that sort of thing. "It's, uh, a hobby. Been making things of snow since I was old enough to do so, signed up with the potters at twelve to make more permanent things." he says, with a shrug. He's still at it, too. /Lots/ of practice. It takes him a long moment before he realises Moydeo didn't hear Caldoth's answer. His response is a bit sheepish. "Ah. Bits of fired clay for the eyes, excess, they'd just be thrown out otherwise. And he's asked me to get a pair of brooms for the arms." But he's not doing that, not right now. Right now he's forming the 'head' of his snow Caldoth. "No! My sister knit me that scarf! I am /not/ putting it on your snowman!" he snaps at the blue. "Just because I, er, never … /wear/ it…" whoops, did he say all that out loud? His face turns red, and he focuses on his snow sculpting.
Nawyth comes gliding right in on the cool air, feet making little holes in the snow that blankets the ground. The green gives a rather bright croon before becoming distracted by a small pile of the snow. Ooh. Maybe there's something in it. Her head comes down..and then her muzzle pokes right into it. K'shan sighs a little as he heads out of the caverns, white infirmary coat still on. Hey, it provides a bit of extra warmth, after all. "Nawyth, get your face out of there."
"Hey Ashri!" Mouydeo greets the girl. "Oh, we were just talking about how dragons would have an unfair advantage in snowball fights with us, and that maybe they should have their own." She says, and then giggles at A'mar. "I was the one that suggested it could be a guardian, because it's so big." She amends to Jayashri. "I mean this area is roped off, but, still." She shrugs, and works on the details on her foal. "I had thought of putting something for these guys eyes, but I wasn't sure what to put." She admits. "I've been building snowmen, and things since I was a kid too, it's always fun." She grins.
Ashri is pretty used to not getting answers to her questions. At least, not always from people. So, B'ky's lack of response doesn't ruffle her feathers. Nope, not a bit. In fact, she's already focused on A'mar and his creation. His is at least slightly more recognizable. "A guardian?" she asks with a giggle. "Well, I guess it's certainly big enough." She glances back over at Caldoth. "I don't think I've ever seen a Dragon build anything before." Granted, she's only seen Dragons from afar or fleetingly up til this point, so that isn't saying much. Her eyes widen as she listens to the Beastcrafter, looking back over at the blue's giant snowman. Squeak. "Yeah, I don't think I'd want to be on the receiving end of a Dragonball." Her attention diverts to what Moydeo is building and she moves closer to inspect it. "Saaaaay, that's really nice, Mo! You've got a lot of detail in this." She looks down at Mo — only possible because the Beastcrafter is kneeling to work on the foal, and tilts her head. "I've never build a snowman before. It doesn't snow at Landing. We made sand castles though. That was fun!" Nawyth's arrival draws the CompCrafter's attention briefly, but since she doesn't recognize the Dragon or rider she goes back to inspecting Moydeo's sculpture, thinking aloud in little mutters to herself.
B'ky watches A'mar's snow sculpting rather thoughtfully for a moment, smiling slightly and commenting, "That seems a good use of excess clay." And then he has to stifle a chuckle at mention of the scarf, lowering his head to smile in amusement at the snow. "I believe there are brooms in the cupboard just outside the wing lounges," B'ky offers helpfully, as he pats more snow down on.. well, it's looking like a small snow hill now. This may be an improvement, really. "Do you take commissions?" B'ky asks the potter, after a few moments, turning back to watch the other rider work. The arrival of a certain green has B'ky glancing over that way, and from the ledge above, Avideth croons a polite greeting. B'ky smiles faintly, and then inclines his head, just as politely, toward the rider, with a quiet, "K'shan," in greeting.
A'mar glances briefly up at Caldoth, still looking a little sheepish himself. "I, ah. Caldoth is… unique." he shrugs, and turns his attention back to his own snow dragon in short order. He's taking more time on the head, getting all the little details as close as he can. "Y'see his long front paws?" he waves a gloved hand in that direction. "They're great for shaping the snow, evidently. And he likes it, likes to /create/." Like his rider. B'ky's commission question does seem to perk the bluerider up a bit, and he nods. "I can. What do you want? Er, I mean, what would you like? I… I'm only an apprentice…" Couple more commissions might be all he needs to get that promotion, though.
K'shan continues to move through the snow a little bit, making his way just a bit closer to the other..people. Although he does halt when he's closer to B'ky, nodding faintly at the bluerider. "B'ky." Oh yes, his conversational skills are epic. Nawyth pulls her head up though, and trills rather brightly in Avideth's direction, before getting pulled back by her lack of attention span.
Moydeo hmms. "Well, Caldoth does seem rather adept at making snow balls, maybehe could teacch other dragons how to do it as well." She suggests, idly. She then looks at Jayashri, and blinks, before she grin. "Ah, uh, thanks, mostly going by memory, but I need to go back to the stable, and see if they have a spare halter that I can borrow to put on the mare." She chuckles, and then looks up as the greenrider arrives. "Hello rider." She greets K'shan.
Jayashri grins at Moydeo, and then looks up as someone comes running up, calling her name. "Jayashri, Odisyn says he needs your help in the computer room!" With a sigh she waves acknowledgment to the young messenger. "Tell him I'll be there in a second!" she yells, turning a rueful gaze back to Moydeo. "Well, looks like I won't get to see you finish that sculpture after all. Good luck with it." And with a wave she's off, churning up snow in her wake.
B'ky leans back a little, leaving the small pile of snow alone for the moment, in order to watch Caldoth's front paws at work. "He's certainly skilled," the man comments to A'mar, and then chuckles quietly, "Mm, unique is always a good thing." B'ky has seen enough 'unique' blues in recent days to perhaps be unsurprised that one of them's a sculptor. There's brief nod for A'mar, "Hm, if you've as much skill with clay as you have with snow.." and a glance up at Avi on that ledge, "..perhaps a model of Avideth?" He's really been indulging the blue recently; it couldn't be because B'ky is no longer wearing Avideth's favorite colors, could it? Of course not. Although whether or not the black and brown garments suit B'ky might be debatable. Perhaps if he weren't so pale.. In any case, Avideth leans down from that ledge, peering at the dragons in the bowland finally deciding to swoop back down, landing not far away, but far enough from Caldoth's snowman to not cause a downdraft as he backwings to land. He'll settle not far away, watching Nawyth and Caldoth, and perhaps giving a little whuff in the direction of his own rider. "Ah, alright…" B'ky mumbles to Avi, rising to his feet and dusting snow off his knees, before telling A'mar, "Avideth's willing to pose for you later, if you need." Really, when was the last time the wingleader got anything commissioned for himself? K'shan's approach is met with a softer smile, B'ky perhaps not waning in conversation skills just yet, asking the greenrider quietly, "How have you been?" and tilting his head to regard Nawyth a moment. He's probably wondering if he should bring cookies down to the infirmary again, or something. Indeed, there's a pause before he adds thoughtfully, "There's a new recipe the cooks have been making. Spiced cookies.. I can bring some down to the infirmary if you'd like." Ahem.
A'mar shakes his head slowly at Moydeo's suggestion of Caldoth teaching other dragons, gesturing in the direction of the blue in question. "It's his front paws, dragon paws aren't normally like that. Don't think other dragons /could/, not the same as him." Probably not. He shakes his head, and focuses on the snow sculpting, finally finishing on the head, and piling snow up either side, for the dragon's forelegs. Now that the fiddly head is done, the work seems to be going much quicker for the potter, bu he does pause and glance up at the ledge at B'ky's commission. "Sure. It'll be interesting to make a dragon sculpture that's not Caldoth." Look at that craggy blue, that must be a challenge to sculpt! "Mm. Later, when I'm not kneeling in snow." he does agree, bending back to the snow sculpture.
Moydeo waves to Ashri. "Thanks, uh, have fun!" She calls to the computer crafter, as the other girl heads off to help Odi with something. She then blinks at A'mar, and eyes Caldoth's fore legs a moment. "Oooh, I see." She says after a moment. "Yes, I guess he couldn't teach other then." She agrees, and looks up at B'ky. "Spiced cookies? Those sound good." She admits.
Avideth rumbles gently, eyes whirling with delight as he peers at A'mar and then Caldoth. Yay crafters. Or something. B'ky tilts his head to regard Moydeo and A'mar, saying, "I've promised Talica I would look through an inventory of the stores, to see which supplies Roc wing needs to bring in before the games.. if either of you require something in particular for the competition, let me know?" Of course, the offer perhaps extends to all the participants, but they're the only two out here at the moment. And he smiles slightly, gaze drifting over the snow sculptures and murmuring, "They really are quite lovely." At the question about cookies, B'ky chuckles, nodding to Moydeo, "The recipe was discovered in the old library, I believe. But Rickard has adapted it somewhat. They're certainly.. interesting." The man looks back toward the caverns, pondering, "I've been into the kitchens to try a few of them.. I imagine they should be served tonight or tomorrow." Really, theway he manages to miss most meals, it's a wonder he can keep track of the desserts the cooks are making every sevenday.
A'mar chuckles, and shakes his head. "I like it, he's unique. It… It makes him special. He's always been like this. His egg? Full of images of creation. The smell of baking was the worst, always found myself in the kitchens after a touching. And the music… So haunting, so beautiful, so … lonely." Is he tearing up a little? "It… moved me to tears, one touching." He's man enough to admit it. But he does bend back to the snow sculpture, hiding his eyes and sniffling a little as he forms the snow forelegs. Aww. That's … sweet. At the mention of cookies, his stomach does start grumbling, and eye eyes the living caverns. Not long now, alllmost done. He's crafting the snowman now, though he's still got the actual /paws/ to make.
Moydeo blinks as she listens to A'mar's desciption. "Wow, that must of been…intense." She says, in agreement, and slight awe of the description. She then looks at B'ky. "I might have to see if I can try some of those cookies then." She grins, with a nod, and looks at A'mar, and works on the foal, which is nearly done at this point, just a few minor bits to add, then it would be good to go.
B'ky tilts his head to regard A'mar, falling quiet to listen as the other rider talks about about Caldoth. There's a gentle, understanding smile for the other man and dragon, especially at the mention of.. lonely. He'll politely ignore any sniffling from the other bluerider, his own pale grey eyes turned toward Avideth for a moment with an incredibly soft expression, his voice fond as he murmurs, "Man and dragon, fully matched." In whatever ways, B'ky certainly believes it. He leaves the little snow mound he'd made, stepping over to his dragon and removing a glove, as Avi lowers his head. The wingleader places his palm on the blue's violet-splashed snout, without words - at least none that can be spoken aloud. Turning back after a moment, B'ky tells A'mar, "He sounds incredible," about Caldoth, and then there's a soft chuckle, "Mm, you should," about the cookies, and he'll lean back against Avi's shoulder, to watch the building, eyes not quite looking, likely listening to something Avideth is saying.
A'mar is still sniffling a bit, so he just nods at Moydeo for the moment, building the dragon's paws around the first snowman sphere. Once that's well underway, he does murmur, "Intense. Poor lonely egg. I… He… Well." There's a slight pause. "Never did figure out whether he really was lonely in the shell, or just…" But he looks up at the blue. "But he still doesn't like it when I leave his sight." So, likely he /was/ that lonely. There's a fond sigh for the blue. "He /is/ incredible." And a perfect match for A'mar. The potter won't ever admit it, but he was just as lonely, and that's why the blue's egg resonated so powerfully with him. And then he's back to the snowsculpture, nearly done now, just placing the second sphere of the snowman's body. Caldoth is placing the head sphere already over there, but A'mar seems to have decided to stop at two — a work in progress for the snow-dragon — as he's getting up to his feet, and stepping over the rope fence, moving to his blue's side.
Moydeo hmms. "Well, I could almost see why it would be lonely in an egg, stuck in one place, inside this hard shell, and no able to see anything, maybe not awarre of anybody out there, till they touch the eggs." She says, giving her interpretation of it. "Though, that's just my thinking." She shrugs, and looks at B'ky. "They've been serving the cookies already?" She asks. "Huh, will have to be there more often, so maybe I can get one or two, must be pretty popular."
B'ky continues to stroke Avideth's nose, hand moving upward over the blue's eyeridges, earning a quiet croon from Avi. B'ky smiles gently, not quite here anymore. Although he does tilt his head to listen again, to A'mar. He watches quietly, not commenting, perhaps feeling he doesn't need to. His own egg touching he doesn't speak of, although he soft expression on his face likely speaks for itself. "He called to you," B'ky does finally murmur, although it might be an unneccessary statement. He does not faintly to Moydeo, "Mm, I think they may have them out now.." and he looks toward the living caverns again, as if pondering something. Cookie filching? Possibly. "They are rather popular," the wingleader chuckles.
A'mar sighs, and shakes his head. "Dragons are meant to be paired, they live for their rider. All the eggs are lonely, some are just better at hiding it." Or, that's /his/ feeling on the matter, anyway. "Caldoth's much closer to me than most dragons I've seen. It's… nice." And slightly smothering at times. He nods quickly at B'ky. "He called to me." he agrees, bobbing his head. The blue backs away from the snowman now, and A'mar pats at it here and there, smoothing it a bit, packing it into place. Doing the finer work. "I. Ah. There we go." Now the rider backs away, and turns to the living caverns, shivering just slightly. "Cookies? …fresh out of the oven and warm?" Oh, hopefully! He starts to shuffle that way now. "Ought to gather the other bits for the snowman," and he frowns at the sculpture he'd made. "…and that one."
It really isn't odd to see a certain blue dragon suddenly bouncing into the snow-covered bowl. Without his rider, whom happens to be nose-deep in a book at the moment, which is also rather a common experience. Dalasith bugles quietly to the other two dragons and makes his way to the snow. Pounce goes the dragon, shoving his muzzle deep into the snow. The blue's eyes whirl a delighted blueish green color as he chomps at the snow, silly blue dragon.
Moydeo finishes up on the 'foal', and finally stands up, giving a stretch, man, that was a long timee crouching, but it was worth it. She hmms, and nods to A'mar as she listens. "Hmm, well, since I'm donw, I think I'll head into the caverns, to see if I can get a cookie or two before they're all done." She remarks, and eyes A'mar's miniature scuplture. "That's cute." She says, and ducks under the rope, surrounding the sculptures. A bound dragon makes her stop, and she blinks at Dalasith for a moment. "He certainly likes snow…"
B'ky smiles quietly, giving Avideth's snout a final pat as he steps away from the dragon. Avi is well-enough settled where he is, apparently content to watch the comings and goings, giving the arrivng Dalasith a polite croon in greeting. B'ky nods in agreement with A'mar's statement about dragons needing to be paired, and then smiles softly, glancing back at Avideth for a moment before he, too, is moving toward the living caverns. There's a nod in agreement for Moydeo and A'mar, "Cookies do sound lovely now.." and he chuckles softly, "They should be just out of the oven. And warm." And his smile grows slightly as he heads inside.
