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Harper's Tale 2 - Monday, July 29, 2002, 8:35 PM
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You soar in for a landing on Nylanth's ledge.

Nylanth's Ledge
This spacious western-facing ledge could be called spotless if it weren't for the random items with which Nylanth has deemed fit to decorate. At any moment there might be a variety of different items, so a wooden crate has been set off to the side filled with just about any little thing that may have caught the dragon's eye. On the side of the crate are the words "Nylanth's Lost & Found".
There is barely enough room for two bronze dragons to lounge on the smooth surface of the ledge, smooth except for a few distinctive talon marks that is. The ledge curves around the wall of the rock face in a lazy crescent shape, and off to the eastern side a glimpse of the weyr's entrance can be seen. A wooden bench almost two meters wide has been placed near the entrance, the seat slightly curved for those long evening hours of sunset- and stargazing. Quite a few coats of finish have been applied to the naturally dark wood to protect it from the elements.
The sometimes cluttered ledge however isn't nearly enough to surpass the extraordinary view of the central bowl with the lake peaking out around the corner to the southeast, sunlight often glinting off the surface, or the snow capped peaks to the north and west, not to mention those spectacular sunsets.
It is an autumn afternoon. The sun starts its slow descent to the west. The air becomes cooler as the soft breeze picks up.
Bronze Nylanth is here.
G'deon is here.
Obvious exits:
Weyr     Fly

Slithering down the straps-ladder, Wyn slides from Vorkoroth's neck and gently touches earth.

With a swift drop from his own ledge, above and further along the bowl wall, Vorkoroth makes an appearance, deftly lifting a foreleg to assist a certain petite bluerider in her trademark double-hop of a dismount. Wyn, for that's who the bluerider in fact is, then proceeds to straighten her riding jacket, neatly remove her gloves, and favour G'deon with a brisk nod. "G'deon, if you are posessed of a moment, I have a request I wish to make of you."

"If I'm possessed of a moment?" G'deon asks with a highly amused grin from his sprawled-out position near the entrance of the weyr. Propped up against the wall, he's been carefully going over Nylanth's rather extensive riding straps, though he sets these aside as he gets to his feet, the bronze offering a quick comment on the young blue pair, indicated bit a light puff of air from his nostrils. "Yes, Nyls, it has been a while. "Hello, Wyn, Vorkoroth. I hope you two are well...?"

Vorkoroth rumble-purrs a reply to the larger male, carrying somewhat bemused overtones as a tailtip sneaks over to poke pointedly at Wyn. Who ignores it serenely, although one corner of her mouth twitches briefly. "Quite well, thank you. We were stuck in South Boll for a fortnight recently, but back on duty now..." The bland young woman unbends enough to offer a little smile, and the dry comment of "Of course, South Boll is a rather... pleasant... place to be stuck in. But, ah, how are you?" Social skills, gotta remember those.

G'deon nods quickly, grinning as he leans quite leisurely against Nylanth's dark bronzen neck. "That's very true. It's not nearly as humid as Ista with that wonderful breeze across the peninsula." He pauses then to give Nylanth a quick scritch across part of the jawline as he studies both blue rider and dragon for a moment. "We're doing quite well. Settled back into the 'Reaches life and rather glad to have some chilled air now and then. So, what brings you two down to our humble abode?" he adds with another grin, catching on to the fact that Wyn didn't come just to chitchat.

Wyn likely wouldn't know chitchat if it came along and bit her on her blueriding behind, so it's with a concealed gratitude that she pounces on the return to the topic of her visit, deigning to lean slightly against her lifemate's foreleg, while still looking starched and ironed. "Ah yes, good to hear, that," she offers, sounding inane to her ears, before unleaning and shifting her gloves from one pocket to the other. "Ah, I actually came to see you because you happen to be High Reaches' most recently trained Dragonhealer. I was a Healer before I Impressed, and Vorkoroth and I have both agreed that we'd like to seek training..." she trails off, grey eyes looking guardedly hopeful.

G'deon's quick smile and the bright blue whirlings of his lifemate's eyes can only be good. The bronze rider quickly straightens, spares a glance for Nylanth, then takes the few steps necessary to stand in front of Wyn. "Well, I must admit, we both think you pair would be excellent for the position. I'm sure you already know it won't be easy," he adds, still smiling as his sky blue eyes twinkle just a bit. "But if you're up to it, so are we," he adds, holding out a hand in that age-old formality.

A hesitant, almost shy little smile begins to tug at the corners of Wyn's mouth, creeping slowly across her face to let a little glimpse of the Inner Wyn out to play, with a rumble of approval from Vorkoroth, and a tail curling somewhat posessively about her. There. He /told/ her she ought to do that more. The young Mudslider extricates herself after a moment, and then takes the offered hand, letting grey eyes meet blue ones for a moment as she nods. "Then... we accept. Thank you very much, G'deon." The somewhat stitled quality of the words is eased by the genuine tone accompanying them. "So... ah, when do I start?"

G'deon thinks this over once more as Nylanth slinks out just enough to nudge his shoulder, which is just an excuse to get in on the conversation of course. "I suppose it would depend on when your wing's drills and other duties are. One of the most difficult things about learning and practicing Dragonhealing is that when it isn't an emergency, your other duties still come first. Inferno's are usually late afternoons," probably to make up for their penchant for late night wine drinking, "so mornings work well, early afternoons, evenings..." Yes, Gid, she can probably deduce as much.

Wyn smiles slightly as Vorkoroth's tail reclaims possession of her again, but this time deigns to relax and lean on it as it coils upwards to about chest-height on the petite young woman. "Hmmm..." she muses. "Mudslide tends to have drills around mid-morning, although that may or may not change with Sora as wingleader. My sweeps are immediately after, right now, so I do think that early afternoons or evenings would suit."

G'deon gives a quick nod, reminded for a moment that he still needs a haircut, much to Nylanth's amusement. "Fantastic. Let's start with early afternoons for now, then. Say... an hour or so past noon in the training grounds?" Ah yes, that place weyrlings can be so happy to leave. "We can see how it goes from there. I'm hoping to take on more mentees as time goes on as well, so that might change things a bit." Long story short: trial period. "We may as well start tomorrow. I'll give you the crash course on what we'll be doing throughout your training." He's then alerted as his dragon's head swings up just a bit, reminded by a wingmate flying past that it's time for Inferno's afternoon drills. "Right," he mutters as he starts to tighten the new straps (as opposed to the ones being repaired) around Nylanth's neck. "Oh, you'll want a notebook or something like that," he adds as he swings rather carelessly to the bronze's shoulders. And then they're off. Those silly bronzers.