Distraction (Wide Open)

[lastthoughts]

Annika had been staring at the lake for such a long time that when a watchwherry shrieked in the distance it took her four blinks to rewet her eyes.

Two puzzles had set themselves before her, one merely technical, the other significantly more interesting, both connected. It didn't really matter that one was not in her purview. Well, her authority anyway.

She wiggled a bare foot in the swampy greenery leading up to the lake's edge and then flopped back suddenly, staring up at the dragons. She needed someone to talk to but there wasn't anyone here she could really bounce ideas off of.

One thing was certain: It felt wonderful to just lay here on the ground for the moment, watching the dragons come and go.

[hrsegrl]

Xyrath commented for what seemed the millionth time that she was quite comfortable where she was. J'mie was not impressed by that comment nor was he swayed by it. The green cared little for movement unless it was time for drills, then of course she liked to show off. “If I told you once I told you a thousand times, we can't lay in the sun all day.” J'mie had finally convinced himself of that when he felt his cheeks were a bit warmer than he would like them to be. A sunburn would certainly not go well at poker tonight. The blue and brown riders were sure to pick on him then.

The green had no such problems and only lifted her head off of her outstretched front legs to watch him getting up. He was shaking the sand off of his shirt and backing up away from the water's edge at the same time. If he had known someone was behind him, he would not have done either. No one likes having sand in their mouth or being stepped on, no matter how light the man was. Watch out. The dragon said just as he almost fell on top of the woman. “Oh, my. I'm so terribly sorry.” J'mie said after regaining his footing. He looked at the blonde woman trying to remember who she was.

Not a rider because he knew all of the riders by face and name if not on a more social level. “If I can make it up to you let me know. Xyrath warned me but a little too late almost. Would have been nice if she let me know these things before I made a complete fool of myself. Still I don't think it can be helped. She has a bit of a teasing streak when it comes to me.” The woman was a crafter, he remembered that much. From the looks of things she was either a Farmer or Beastcrafter and he dare not insult her by insinuating that she was one or the other.

As usual, J'mie was impeccably dressed. He always kept his dark hair short but well washed and brushed before going anywhere. On the rare occasion he has left his weyr looking less decent but those few times have embarrassed him to a point where he wouldn't be caught dead out of his weyr looking like an unwashed, under dressed and unprofessional slime ball. He reached out to her with a slender olive toned arm, “I'm J'mie, my green, Xyrath is just over there.”