Dawn's First Light (J'fel)

[Eideen]

Early morning had barely cast strains of pale purple and blue above the horizon when Daikalveth's eyes opened. Sleep abandoned, she rose quietly from her space next to brown Sarjenth and tip-toed as only a green could out to the Weyr ledge. Her rider had been awake for a while, and stood near the ledge's end, staring out into the bowl. A gentle croon and a possessive wind of the green's tail brought Eideen's attention away from the space ahead and back to the minty-hued dragon. The woman's head tilted against the curve of the dragon's nose and her hand rose to stroke beneath Daikalveth's chin. "I know. I'm glad, too, even if things aren't as they were."

They are here, and they are whole. Warm, even if not as much as as the memories you have kept say they were. It is a start, at least, is it not? Gentle blues began to take on tints of teal and green as sleep continued to leave the dragon to her decided wakefulness. Facets were then veiled behind lids while she nudged her rider when no answer came immediately.

"It is, yes, yes." Her green's impatience was her own mirrored and magnified, and in this instant it amused and delighted her. Eideen hugged the dragon's long nose to her and cast sights along the Weyr walls to another ledge. "We should see them. We haven't, you know. Not for a while. Should."

They will be asleep still, like you should be. Like the rest of the Weyr. The green teased, warbling quietly her amusement at the situation.

"You forget the glow keepers. They're up now. Have been. Call on Jordeth, you silly thing." Eideen chided with a fond smile, patting the green's smooth cheek before putting her arms through the sleeves of the jacket she'd had draped around her. P'nset wouldn't need it for a while, anyway.

At first, the minty green's thoughts were quiet and tentative as they stretched out to the bronze. Perhaps she was checking the state of his slumber or wakefulness. No matter the outcome of that test, her bright and clarion [read: blaring] voice was then thrown forward for Jordeth and carried her rider's message, as well as some of her own.

Wake! We come to you and Yours, the day has begun! We will bring food and drink. Will Yours have us? Say he will. He must, Mine says. It is too long since the last time.

Out in the bowl's open air, the minty green trumpeted a soft and happy tone onto the air. The quality and movement of the sound suggested, then, that whatever the answer, the pair were on their way.

[Omnia Munda]

Jordeth slept lightly, but by the hour of false dawn he slept not at all. He received Daikalveth's call with the smooth alertness of one regarding the beginning of a new day: pleased in a subdued way, freshened from the darkness. He will, came the bronze's answer, an actual check with his rider in advance forbidden by the speed of that response. More dryly, suggesting some level of irony, he added, He has time always for the likes of your rider.

But it was not for thirty seconds longer that Jordeth bothered to alert his rider to their fast-approaching company. Daikalveth and hers wish to see us, he announced, slowly unfolding from his couch. He paused to stretch gloriously, feeling the energy stored by his slumber spark to life in his ichor and muscles, and shared some small part of this wakefulness with the man who only now turned and groaned amongst twisted white sheets.

Make yourself presentable,[/i] suggested Jordeth, and prowled out sinuous and sleek onto his ledge to stage a welcome for those who came.

Inside, J'fel tumbled from his bed onto his feet, bent, fingers sliding through tangled and unruly locks. They were at their best, those locks, when they were a mess; just the same, he felt obliged to tame them some. "Unworthy hour," he complained to his wardrobe, then used its door-pulls to haul himself straight, and fumbled out a pair of pants to put on.

[Eideen]

The bronze received a face full of back-winging green as he stepped out onto the ledge. The mint-tinged creature warbled in happy surprise that he came out to greet them, and that warble turned into a fond croon as she touched down. Her rider was clothed - barely - in a pair of riding trousers and a loose night shirt, and cloaked by a thick carpet of something fuzzy's cured and tended hide. Carefully, she dismounted, and took from Daikalveth's straps a basket that she took great pains to keep upright. Just woke up? She looked like it.

That is good to know. Mine says if that is the case then she will be visiting more often, then. Amusement danced wildly in her tone and in her eyes, and her rider slipped past after patting the bronze's arm with a palm.

Into the inner weyr she went and paused in the doorway, having spotted the Weyrleader sans trousers. Oh well.

"Nice to see that hasn't changed much." Her head tilted sideways and she did little to hide her study of him in his current attire. "I brought breakfast and klah to appease you. Will we eat here or y'wanna ditch the Weyr for a bit and go on a picnic?" The grin she adopted when the alternate suggestion was offered was more than telling of which option she'd prefer.

[Omnia Munda]

Jordeth recoiled from that sudden green curtain that blocked his view of the morning sky, but as he realized its source he sidestepped and slunk, serpentine and slithery, to the edge of his ledge. There his body formed a broad, shallow curve, just so, an invitation shaded beneath an upturned wing. This is not new, Jordeth noted. And then, after a moment as dry as any loft of his rider's brows could be: Unless it is?

Within, J'fel drew on the trousers without hint of shame; if anything, the sidelong look he threw along his shoulder, out of his bedroom alcove and into the weyr main, at a sort-of-invited greenrider standing there, was wry at best. "You expected I'd have tanned or something?" Such possibilities were closed off with the buttoning of his fly, after which the weyrleader combed a few fingers through careless locks. Those locks fell again just thereafter, as if windblown, in a lazy sweep of loose curls framing his forehead.

For a moment he just stood thus and stared at his onetime classmate. Wild hair, too long for a rider but fair enough for a female. Furious eyes. A mix, not unappealing, of man's ways and woman's figure, animal as he was himself but in an entirely different way. He moved like water. She was a tornado.

A grin sprawled readily across the boy weyrleader's mouth. "Picnic," he replied. Then he bent to pull open a drawer, out of which he unfolded a sleeveless undershirt. His face was obscured momentarily while he put this on, but that didn't stop him saying, "Got a place in mind?"

I see we will not be here long, noted Jordeth, with something of a draconic eyeroll.

[Eideen]

Not new, but in need of revisiting. The green replied, the tip of her her tail flip-flopped behind her. With little hesitancy, she gracefully curled in the offered space and proceeded to bump and bonk at the bronze with open, familiar affection.

Familiar though their riders were, the green's rider was more reserved in her handling of the Weyrleader, and merely gave J'fel a fond smirk before she trained her eyes upward. "No, I suppose not. Then again, I never pegged you for the type to sleep bare-assed out in broad daylight. I know better."

His study of her didn't go without notice, and the tornado stared at him with one brow quirking in mild display. "Don't tell me you've gone and forgotten how I look, too. I've had about enough of that lately." It was said with amusement, but behind the jovial mask, there was something.. off-seeming. When the word 'picnic' was repeated to her, she nodded once and gathered the pelt around her shoulders again. "Remember the clearing out in the woods where I arranged the stones in a circle? I think I took you there at least once. The sun should be in the right place soon enough to make it warm. We'll go there and watch it."

No, but where we are going, we can chase the little fuzzy things with big ears and we can rest in the grasses when the sun warms them. The simple joys. There were so many to choose from, and the green could name them all.

"Shall we, then?" Without waiting, Eideen turned and exited slowly - slow enough that he could easily catch up if he wanted.