Be Prepared! (Vignette)

Day 14 of Month 6 of Turn 2720 (backdated)
Half Moon Bay Weyr - Lagoon

A sandy beach running along the edge of the lagoon, between the sparkling waters and the bowl. Given the weyr's tropical climate, riders and dragons can be seen playing in the water nearby or a dolphin can be seen cavorting nearly turn-round. At other times seacraft can be seen coming in under the arch to dock. The lagoon is large enough to fill a quarter of the length of the bowl.

Warm summer nights. Clear skies cradling a blanket of stars so vivid one could try to reach out and touch them if they dared. The scent of the sea on a warm evening breeze. Belior and Timor are lending their lights to the lagoon, filling the place with an eerie glow. The imagery could almost be called romantic. ALMOST. This is one of the few nights that it was supposed to happen, and Suriya isn’t going to miss a moment of it. The young woman is wearing her special pants for the occasion and she intends on walking them back to the barracks FULL of her prize.

Once a turn, during the summer on a clear night, one of Half Moon’s most elusive aquatic life forms comes to the shore to spawn, then the female will retreat back to the ocean’s depths to continue on that cycle while the male buries himself in the most rotten pile of seaweed it can find to die in peace. Lucky for those exhausted males, Suri has been keeping and fermenting a considerable mass of the slimy ocean plants and here she has it spread out for the taking… or dying in, in this case.

Suriya reaches up, adjusting her messy runner tail as the raven strands float on the breeze. Those milky jade eyes dart from side to side, predatory, stalking every shadow that cuts across the illuminated high tides. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, my pretties. I know you’re out there and I know it’s time to get busy. Time for you to get busy,” she says, in a sing-song tune, “So I can get busy.” Busy… with dead fish?

Soon, her patience pays off and the dark shape drifts across the crest of the waves, washing in with the surf and the gelatinous blobs wobble as they roll awkwardly on the lagoon shores. She crouches down, forearms resting on knees and she watches intently at their… what are they doing? Suriya raises a confused brow. The two pink blobs are just… jiggling. The Candidate huffs, blowing a few stray strands from her face and growls a little bit. “Hey! Would you to just breed already so I can collect your corpse?! I’ve got big plans here and nature is a slow pain in the ASS!”

And to think… the night is just getting started.
Hours pass, and Suriya is still sitting there on the beach, poking some spiny ball of death that keeps adjusting its quills to keep this terror away from it. The young woman watches the giggly pink blob roll back into the sea with the pull of the tide and watches as the male half it’s size giggle it’s way to the seaweedy crypt. The stick is cast somewhere behind her, Suriya doesn’t care where, not with those hands rubbing together. Not with that wild stare and sinister laugh rising louder and louder as she descends on the poor expired creatures for her own dark purposes!

(To be continued~)

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