Working it (open)

[hrsegrl]

Beautiful. The morning sun shone over the Weyr walls and down into the bowl. Light reflected in sparkles over the water of the lake. Quiet and peaceful the Weyr had yet to awaken fully. Akriseus used the time before training to go on his daily run. He was fit, more fit than any dragonrider he had ever met. Akriseus was better than them anyway and he could be a dragonrider if he so chose.

The young man was on his second lap around the bowl, preffering a more cross country type run, to the ground in lap from those who ran around the lake. The thickness of the morning air was too warm for this early in the day. He felt the sweat drip from the top of his head down his face towards the ground. Muggy was the proper term for this weather. The only thing that would take the moisture out of the air would be rain and th esky showed no signs of approaching clouds.

Quickening his pace for the middle of his run, he watched the runners being taken out to the fields. They ran too, joyous in their new freedom. They slowed down eventually, as always to find some grass to munch on. Breakfast was sounding like a good idea just about now. He shook his head, later. Akriseus passed a couple of other people, not really bothering to say anything to them. He was too busy to pay attention to anyone but himself and the beauty of the world at this moment.

And then some dim glow crossed his path, made him trip over himself and land in the moist dirt. "What the..." His eyes narrowed. Akriseus would not be made to look a fool. Standing quickly, he began to brush the dirt off of his butt. "Just washed, I can't sharding believe this!"

[Starshne]

Kesstriel had spent most of the morning down by the shore of the lake trying to coax Claralth out of the water. He had decided in the early morning hours that a swim would be a good idea, starting what was promising to be a sweltering day off with a good cold round in the lake. She had waded up to her knees beckening him to come toward her. You are going to turn into a great big blue fish if you don't get out this instant. Her mate, to smart for his own good responded with a snort that blew water in her direction. Impossible. Fish do not have wings...[/color] She shook her head. This was proving to be an acinine(sp?check doesn't work on bby computer) effort.

She promply gave up. Alright, stay in there for now, but when i get back from breakfast you best be dry and ready for drills. He blew another gentle wave of water in her direction. She slowly took steps back to the shore attempting to not get her leggings any more soaked. It had been futile to attempt not to get damp. She unrolled them and began making her way up the slopping land.

Kess had been a clutz in her early years but since hitting adolesence and then becoming a rider she had obtained some sebemlance of grace. Though with this mornings Claralth antics and the new clutch on the sands things floating in her mind tended to cloud her judgement. She wasn't paying attention when a man, gleaming with sweat from his morning had crossed her path. The force of their impact had caused her to fly a few feet in the air. Her short size and slim frame rendering her aerodynamic and light, while the sturdy muscular boy simply landed in the dirt. She hit the ground a few feet from him though within arms reach. She glaired up at him, surprize taking presidence in her silver eyes. "I... I... I'm soooo sorry." She lept to her feet in an attempt to assist him though failing. She took no mind to the dirt now caked to the damp portions of her clothing. her hair which had been growing longer since returning from the weyrling jounrey fell in her eyes.

[adhoc]

The sack hanging across Lucan's shoulders was sure full of something. Something metal from the sound of it, and the sharding weight of it too. He suspected that someone had been tampering with his chore schedule out of malice. Unfortunately, his mischievous tendencies made singling out a likely perpetrator difficult. And so here he was again. He watched a glorious looking pompous bastard run by (ok, so perhaps he was grouchy today), and slam directly into the rider he'd met at the sands the other day. He never could figure out the inclination some people had to seeking out additional physical punishment. If he wanted more work, all he needed to do was, well, whatever he'd done *this* time.

He shifted the weight around to his shoulder, then slowly lowered it. For all he knew there was sharding pottery mixed in there. Unlikely, but it would be just his luck to break the headwoman's favorite eighty pound earthenware carafe.

He could have just moved on, but the scene promised to be vaguely interesting. Or maybe he was just owning to the fact that the whateveritwas had been digging painfully into his spine and he wanted a rest.

[hrsegrl]

Cold blue eyes stared down at her, of course it would be a woman. She damn well should be sorry, he could have been out for sevendays and the infirmary was not somewhere he wanted to be. Too much training would have gone to waste. He was running his normal route at his time and she had no business being in the way.

On top of all that had happened they had an audience, he saw the other young man and decided that it was not worth the trouble to acknowledge he was present. "I accept your apology, rider..." He trailed, although it sounded like he was asking for her name. In actuality he could have cared less but one must keep up pretenses sometimes. Especially with riders.

She did seem interesting though, a woman rider was always interesting. On top of that she was pretty. Not like his sister but not many women were that beautiful just as not many men were handsome enough to be compared to himself. Still it might be worth it to make an effort. The fact that she did not care about the dirt now on her made him a bit apprehensive at first.

"You are undamaged?" He asked trying his best to be polite. The young man knew not many people deserved this sort of attention from him so she had better be worth it. At least she admitted to her clumsiness.

[starshine]

She stood straight up then. "Are you undamaged?" The man before her looked down with stone cold eyes. She glanced at herself noting the dirt specking her legs and quickly made to dust it off. "I guess these are a lost cause but I'm no worse for ware." She smiled. Well no breaks for sure but she was pretty positive she would have some nice bruising on her legs and shoulders.

"Well I'm Kess, rider of blue Claralth." She took a moment to scan the area noting Lucan a few paces away. She nodded to him in greeting.

[adhoc]

This was precious. The runner boy's rigidity and the rider's open energy contrasted like mummers' caricatures. Lucan waved back at Kess--that was her name, then-- with comically exaggerated subtlety: fluttering his fingers up close to his chin like a little girl sneaking a signal in class to her crush. He smiled like smoky sunshine at the pair, then squatted by his pack on the ground, allowing his presence to be vaguely awkward but not directly obtrusive. He stretched and massaged his shoulder quietly.

When he had occasion to think about it, he recognized his fixations and foolery were less than mature. But that rarely held him back.

[hrsegrl]

The tall man nodded, still appraising the rider to make certain she was not really harmed. "Hmm... good." He could get in trouble for this just as easily as if he were to get into a brawl. Riders were under the Guard's protection it would not due for him to injure someone he was supposed to protect. "From Aliath's last clutch I believe. "

He tried to be goodnatured, though it was not without difficulty with that boy still staring at them. If anything could make him feel better right now it would be to wipe that dimglow smile off of his precious little face. However that would require him to be in a much less open space. His blue eyes left the young man and went back to the pretty bluerider, Kess.

Weighing her attitude and the possibility of being in any trouble he finally came to the conclusion that no harm would come from telling her who he was."I'm Akriseus." As if that were more than enough information about himself. Everyone ought to know who he was anyway. He came from a long line of Weyr Guards. His whole run now ruined he had no choice but conversation now. Akriseus began stretching out his muscles, could not risk injury just because of something as silly as small talk.

[starshine]

She took her time studying the boy. She knew him from somewhere though she wasn't sure where. The more she thought the more she couldn't place his face. "Akrieseus...." Before she could complete his name Claralth was buzzing in her mind. Where do i know this boy from.... where Interupting her very thoughts... Has the boy spoken to candidate master A'rik yet?[/color] hmm? Oh, um I don't.... where have I. You know him because he is training to become a guard like your brother is...[/color] Her eyes which had been somewhat transfixed on the tall boy before her turned to Lucan.

"Mine is wondering, have you spoken to the Candidate Master?" She hopped that he had, that way Claralth would give the subject a rest. Come to think if it, he was making comments toward other candidates more frequently as if he was just getting more in tune with them. Her dragon never ceased to amaze her.

[adhoc]

Surprised to be addressed, Lucan managed not to show it and answered casually.
"Yes, just after I last spoke to you," he stopped short of asking why a dragon was interested in his comings and goings. He noted the murderous glint in Akresius's eye and decided it was perhaps time to move along. Unfolding his long, sinewy frame from its squat, he hefted the bag up over his shoulder.

"I don't suppose you're on your way to breakfast?"