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.

The chill of winter has iced over the lake shore. One section of the north shore shallows is kept broken up for weyrfolk and young dragons to use, though the freezing waters are not well tolerated by humans for any length of time. It requires constant maintenance to keep this section unfrozen and sometimes is more like wading through slush than water. The deepest part of the lake remains unfrozen, a vibrant pool of icy blue surrounded by frozen white.


YAY! I'M A DELIVERY BOY! egg
This navy blue egg, the color of the night sky, is lit up with firework markings and markings that look suspiciously like laser fire. The brightly colored blooms and bolts dart over the egg in crisscrossing shapes of red, white, blue and yellow lights. Among the blossoms of light one can see shapes, among them a tiny green shuttle shaped craft striving to escape the blooms. There's also a sign among the blossoms on the far side that spells out cha-ton ch almost like an incomplete advertisement put up at a gather.

A rain and midnight blue lands by the lake, Delynni sighs at Ryukith. "I'll be an hour or two at most, wait here, take a swim or flirt with a green if you're bored." She sets a basket with a single firelizard egg with a dark blue shell with bright markings like fireworks and the ancient timers laser weapons on it, and walks off towards the lower caverns. Ryukith sniffs the shell of the egg, and as soon as Delynni is out of eyeshot and ear shot a stormy green, a sunny and very skinny brown, and a glaciel blue land near the basket and begin to hum. The green hisses, and the blue and brown fly off to the lake. Ryukith wanders over to the waters as well, dips his muzzle in, and all three males, two firelizards and a dragon return with small, hand sized fish from the lake. Some crafter will wonder what happened to their young koi fish. but it should be more than enough for a hatchling. The lizards and dragon look at each other, their expression clearly «what now? there are no humans near by.»

Marika has been jogging laps of the bowl for a while, veering closer and closer to the lake on each lap. Finally, she breaks free of the laps, jogging towards the lake. The young guard looks a bit hot and sweaty, even for Fort's chilly weather of late. She's clad in a tank top and shorts, but she still wears the thick boots of her guard uniform. Her first action is to run to the freezing lake and dunk her head in, coming up for air almost immediately. "Brr, bracing." she says, teeth chattering just slightly. She takes a few deep breaths, then finally looks around. "Er, oh. Hello, ma'am. Visiting?" she asks, glancing back to the bowl. "Er… please don't tell anyone I've stopped running, I… I just need a rest. I'll be back to laps soon ma'am, promise!"

Delynni isn't there, but Ryukith snorts, shaking his head. He won't tell anybody, i mean besides another dragon who's he gonna tell? its not like he can talk to people. Then his eyes glitter and start to whirl slightly faster. Ryukith growls low, and raises his tail, pointing to the rocking firelizard egg with it. Picking up on his idea, the three firelizards chatter, taking up a mimickry of a pointing dog's stance, their muzzles pointing at the basket with the firelizard egg. Ryukith eyes the guard, picking up the fish he got again, dropping it in front of Marika, and pointing his tail again, this time at her belt knife. The firelizards all warble agreement with whatever Ryukith's trying to say. The egg begins to crack slightly, its rocking getting harder, but its almost as if the hatchling inside is lazy.

Marika blinks a little, and eyes the blue dragon with surprise. "I… me?" she asks, then shakes her head. The dragon won't answer, she realises. The egg is rocking, and she eyes it warily, but kneels to the fish, pulling out her belt knife and grimacing. "I'm a guard, not a chef. There's a /reason/." she mutters, though she makes a few stabs at the fish anyway, cutting off some sizeable chunks. The egg is eyed warily. "…okay, now what?" she says, then snorting at her own question. There won't be an answer. It's probably nerves making her talk, she is a little wary of firelizards.

Ryukith peers down at the egg, which shatters into a million pieces. He hunkers down a safe distance away so that the young one isn't drawn to him and stares at Marika with a disturbing, unblinking sort of stare that is his way of saying /that/ is up to you.

The YAY! I'M A DELIVERY BOY! egg is rocking uncertainly back and forth, until it breaks, spilling a rather ordinary seeming blue firelizard out onto the beach sands. He is, however, only ordinary looking until he spreads his wings, revealing darkly patterned sails that sparkle with the infinite reaches of space, and his tender crooning and easy going chirping reveal a gentle, creative, but not necessarily intelligent soul within.

Sentennial Perennial Loser Blue Hatchling
This sky blue, ordinary looking firelizard is perfectly ordinary in every way. His head is of ordinary proportions, his neck neither too long or too short, his cerulean arms and legs and rather dirty looking nails appearing non descript and rather plain. His tail is ordinary in length, colored almost a childish shade of baby blue with dancing lights over the very tip, paling into hints of lunar blue. His stomach and chest darken to stellar shades, tender and deep whorls of creation waiting to be and love waiting to be expressed. It is, however, his normally proportioned wings that make him a treasure. The top sides of them are ordinary, and this treasure is hidden when they are folded. When unfurled however, one can see that the undersides are colored with all the glory of the midnight sky, with bright, sapphire sparkles winking from the deep. Its as if space itself has been captured within their span, revealing a truly creative and loving creature if you only allow him to surprise you.

Marika looks a little panicked when the egg hatches, and quickly tosses a chunk of fish at the little blue, staring a little. "Oh shards oh Faranth oh…" she murmurs, grabbing another bit of fish, loking a little disgusted at the texture, and wiggling it with a very shaky hand in the firelizard's direction. She's /seen/ firelizard hatchings, from a distance, so she knows /generally/ what to do. "Uh… here little firelizard? Food? You're hungry, right?"

Sentennial Perennial Loser blue hatchling shakes himself out, hands working, feet working, woah, where is this place? He turns around and around and around until he's dizzy and then flops back on his back. Its then that he notices Marika and croons affectionately. Oh, hello. Can you tell him what this place /is?/ Its so biiiiiig, and everything is crazy.

Marika creeps forward a little bit, careful to not step in the fish. She leans forward as far as she possibly can, planting one hand on the ground to stabilise herself, and extending the other with the fish, hand still trembling, to the firelizard. "Come here, just take the bit of fish and I'll sort everything out." she says, eyeing the little blue. "I've been told you firelizards make excellent messengers, I don't know if you can understand me, but I could use one of those." she says, wiggling the fish bit again.

Sentennial Perennial Loser blue hatchling head tilts a bit, wobbling to his feet and reaching up to bat at the lure a little but not really getting it, what the heck is he supposed to do with this? He chirps rather cutely, clearly communicating his confusion.

Marika frowns at the firelizard's confusion, and eyes the fish bit. There's a grimace as she realises what she'll probably have to do, but she raises it to her own mouth, though she doesn't actually eat it. "You eat it. Eat. It's food." she says, shuffling forward even more, making sure to go around the fish on the ground. She holds the slice of fish even closer to the firelizard, practically to his nose. "Sniff, it smells good to you, probably." But not her. "Eat!"

Sentennial Perennial Loser blue hatchling grumbles, he has to hurry? awwww he hates hurrying! you miss so much that way! He reaches up and grabs the piece. Fine, but you're taking him on a grand tour of the Weyr later, he doesn't want to miss a single thing.

Marika is close enough now that she can pick up the firelizard, and she does so carefully, as though he was an easily startled feline, sneaking around and grabbing him quickly. "I suppose I ought to get you all fed before I go back to jogging." she notes, turning back to the fish and slowly feeding the rest of it to the firelizard. Food done, she tucks the little blue snugly inside her tank top, just peeking out the top, and goes back to running laps. "Hm. A name… You seem a little listless… Lister." she decides, with a shrug. It'll do. Poor little Lister is going to have a bumpy ride for the next few laps, but he'll survive.


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