Lazy Day Blues (Muze)

[Alyx]

Haella and Green Tsulocanth
(Shortly after the Rising Like The Sun Lesson)

It was a nice afternoon. Chilly, but clear, and not as bone-chilling as Haella had expected, and gave her the chance to get a bit of fresh air while she was working. The sky was soft blue, and the bowl of their rugged out Weyr was full of enough life that even if you weren’t talking with anyone, you still didn’t feel alone. The Weyrlings were free of their class for the day; which meant Haella and D’rew had time to themselves for a bit of the daylight.

Haella was fascinated at the differences between D’rew’s way of teaching and what she had gone through in K’ton’s courses. Where the disgruntled old Bronzerider seemed to take some sort of twisted joy in watching them trip up and make fools of themselves, D’rew seemed to take more of a fatherly, almost guiding hand rather than the twisted, creepy uncle aura of K’ton’s method.

Pushing the needle through the thick leather, Haella decided she liked D’rew’s way better. MUCH better, honestly. She came on this adventure to see what it would be like to be a Weyrlingmaster, and a Candidatemaster; both had fascinated her since before she came to Mavros. Her father said it was about teaching the next ones, but she always wondered if there was more to it. Either way, she enjoyed it enough that maybe, just maybe, she’d ask to try out being an assistant to one of the masters when they got back to their proper time. Probably Candidatemaster… so she wouldn’t have to deal with K’ton’s sour mood.

But then we couldn’t play with the babies! Haella paused in her repair work of her Green’s straps to glance in the Dragon’s direction. ‘Well, you aren’t supposed to play with them Tully.’ Aw, but learning is boring. Haella laughed, shaking her head. ‘It is not.’ The Green paused in her play, her body bowed almost in a play pose of a canine, her nose against the ground as she huffed quick breaths at a dried leave she had found, making it waft up over her nostrils, then drift back to the ground.

Are they fixeded? ‘What? The Straps?’ Yes yes. I want to go hunting today since we don’t get to play with the babies today. ‘Not yet. I still have some stitching to replace. And I don’t think you can call them babies anymore.’ Tully huffed the leaf again, talons digging into the ground as the Green pulled herself forward quickly to stay under it, puffing to try to keep it in the air. Then we can hunt, yes? ‘Yes.’ Good, good, I’m hungry.

Haella smiled, watching the Green chase her leaf for a few minutes more before returning to her repair work.

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[tovaana]

V’than & Brown Saruth

Six months had flown by – and Saruth was now actually flying. Not at that moment exactly, but they had been practicing as much as possible since the first unmanned flight. He had time before he would be able to ride Saruth, but he wasn’t sure that was all a bad thing. He’d flown before on the backs of dragon, he had even gone between – but those times he wasn’t in control, and they hadn’t been his own dragon.

Speaking of which – he spotted Haella, who happened to be the green rider he had ridden with on their way to…here, to back in time. He was walking with Saruth, his hand on his shoulder that was practically level with his own shoulders. Without asking Saruth, since he knew Saruth would want to do what he was doing, V’than changed directions so that his path would intersect with the Haella and her dragon. Tsulocanth. Saruth provided his thoughts with the missing information. It looked as if the green was playing with something on the ground. He realized that before having his own dragon, he hadn't thought about dragons having such varying personalities, even during candidate lessons when they had taught them about it.

He grinned as he approached, “lively your green,” he said. As they got closer he slowed his pace to a stop and looked at what her concentration was on. “How’s it going?” It wasn’t the most brilliant of his conversation pieces, but he realized that perhaps he was out of place or perhaps bothering her. Well, he needn’t stay long, but he had never had much of a chance to get to know her, in spite of her constantly being present and involved in their learning.

[Alyx]

Haella and Green Tsulocanth

Haella had never been much of a weaver or stitch mistress when she’s been a child; as a weyrbrat, she spent more time getting into trouble than actually learning a useful skill. Well, messenger running might have counted as a skill, but she highly doubted it. Pushing the needle hard down through the leather, she continued to mend the strap, her mind wandering to what would be happening at Mavros back in their original time. The plan would have them back before sunset on the day they left, but it seems so unreal? But then, the timing had seemed unreal to her too, until they’d actually done it.

She was tugging the thin cord into place in the stitch when the man spoke, and she did her best not to jump. Had she been so focused she didn’t notice someone slipping up on her? Seemed so, as she looked up and flashed a smile at the Brown Weyrling standing there. Maybe Tully’s absentmindedness was rubbing off on her. She looked over at the Green quickly, then back to V’than and nodded. “Aye, Tully is one of a kind, that’s for sure. A bit more like her sire then I think I expected, but you can’t fault how much she loves life.”

“It goes well enough. Busted a strap yesterday, so I’m grounded till I get it sorted.” She held the strap up, which was almost repaired, thankfully, for the young man to see before she dropped it back into her lap. “Tsulocanth wants to go hunting, but thankfully she’s willing to wait and distract herself while I get this finished.” As if summoned by her rider saying her name, the Green stopped and looked back...

And the leaf, no longer being boosted aloft by the dragon’s puffs of breath, settled directly onto the Green’s nose. Tully tilted her head, not enough to move it, but you could almost see her looking cross-eyed at it in its resting place. She bunched her hips, and then sidestepped her rear around in a circle – moving her bulk without shifting her head, and pivoting so she was facing her rider and their visitors.

Hi Hi Saruth. How are you today? How were lessons, were they fun? Haella said we can go hunting after she fixes my gear. Do you want to come? Haella quickly brought a hand up. “Tully, Saruth can’t go hunting with us; remember? The Weyrlings aren’t cleared for that yet.” Tully huffed, gently this time so as not to move the leaf still on her now. Awww! But that’s no fair, hunting is fun. Haella sighed, giving V’than a quick grin. “Maybe next time, Tully.” Yea!

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[tovaana]

V’than :: Brown Saruth

He shook his head, agreeing that she had a lot of energy and what Haella identified as love of life. The leaf was bolstered by the green’s breath, a game that seemed to capture the dragon’s attention. His attention wandered from the green to the object in her lap. V’than had to restrain himself from offering help, recognizing that the job looked about done. Perhaps his hands were itching for something to do that wasn’t what he’d been doing for the past months. Stitching a strap wasn’t in his area of expertise, but it’d be a different way to keep himself busy.

I’m sure we could find others with broken straps that you could repair. Saruth’s usually silent voice piped up somewhat helpfully. The dragon had only been trying to be helpful, not in any way trying to be funny – but he smiled and glanced at his growing brown, then back to Haella and her green, who looked up at the sound of her name. Tully was cute, and he chuckled at the sight of the green with the leaf on her muzzle.

V’than knew it was too many questions for his brown who seemed to have an opposite personality to Tsulocanth.

“I’d like that, I mean – when we’re cleared for it of course.” He said, answering the green for his brown. “I’m sure Saruth would like that too.” Saruth’s head bobbed a fraction, and V’than knew he was still processing the questions. Hello Tsulocanth. Of course his dragon had only spoken to the green and he hoped Haella didn’t think Saruth rude. There was a pause.

“Could Saruth go hunting without me? I mean, with you? Perhaps he’d learn something from your more experienced green?” In that moment there was a big part of him that was disappointed that he couldn’t ride Saruth yet, while just moments before he had been worried about it. The thought of riding a dragon was followed by fighting thread on a dragon.

Alyx