Weyrmates

Western Weyr - Lagoon Shore
A sandy beach running along the edge of the lagoon, between the sparkling waters and the bowl. Sometimes riders and dragons are seen playing in the water nearby or a dolphin can be seen cavorting. 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. A path winds out along a ledge out to the docks to the southwest, the lagoon to the west and the bowl to the east.


It's afternoon: a perfect, warm summer afternoon, the kind that makes it all-but-impossible to stand being stuck indoors. Unless you happen to be the kind of person who hates sun and warm, granted. Rhysanna has made her escape with the age-old excuse of dragon care, but although she has her hard-bristled scrubbing-brush in hand, she's presently simply sitting upon Tavehtiath's forelimb, legs dangling down into space, staring out over the crowded beach towards the weyr. Not that Taveh seems to much mind: she's got her eyes closed, all three sets of lids, bulk as much submerged into the relative shallows as she can manage.

If you are the kind of person who hates sun and warm… well you should probably get the heck out of Western! It is a pretty nice day out though, perfect for playing hooky. Which is what Zi'on planned to do today. He popped his head into the weyrwomen's office, only to find the young goldrider missing. Down bathing her dragon they said. So that's where he heads! The bronzer strolls down to the beach, Suldith circling overhead. The bronzer is in nothing but sandals and swimtrunks, his shirt tossed over one shoulder, with the strap to his pack over that. He's got a couple of towels tucked under his other arm, and a cooler in the other hand. Beach ready! "Rhysaaaa…" He says from a few yards away.

It's Rhysa's perfectly legitimate excuse who opens a set of her eyelids to regard Zi'on, even before he calls out. The queen shifts, just minutely, letting her tail sink down towards the sandy bottom of the lagoon; it's enough to shake her rider out of the reverie that has claimed her, and enough, too, that she's not wholly surprised by Zi'on's approach. Raising her scrubbing brush in greeting, Rhysa straightens, idly wiggling her bare toes. "Well hi," she says.

Zi'on carefully lays the towels out, using this and that to keep them from blowing up at the corners. Hands free, he moves over to give Rhysa a hello-kiss. "Hi. Hello, Tavehtiath. How are you two ladies doing?" Zi'on has this sly look on his face. Like he might be up to something other than a random visit at the beach. Though the bronzer is always up to something. "Good day for the beach."

While Zi'on is busy with the towels, Rhysa climbs down from her perch - quite as though she expects that kiss (which, indeed, no doubt she does). "She says hello too," relates the goldrider, rubbing her bare leg idly with the brush she's still holding - she is, after all, dressed for the beach, barefooted and in a bikini, with her hair wound up into a careful knot to keep it out of the way. Tavehtiath, who is still looking at the bronzerider, seems to be rather more conscious of that sly look than Rhysa is; Rhysa, if she's noticed, shows no sign of it. "It is, isn't it? I couldn't stand to be cooped up. I guess you felt the same way, huh?" She's pleased.

Once Rhysa is on her feet, Zi'on scoops the goldrider up into a hug. "I got some juice, if you'd like to partake. And some frozen fruit. If you're interested in partaking. I don't want to distract you from… whatever you were doing." He motions to the brush, though she didn't look like she was oiling or cleaning anything. "It definitely is." He stretches out. "Been so busy lately I haven't had time to come out here much." The bronzer smiles down at Rhysa, then. "You look cute in that swimsuit."

Hugs! Rhysa likes hugs, and leans in to this one contentedly. "All of that sounds great," she answers. "I was— it was mostly an excuse." The admission has her mouth quirking, though she manages not to look too embarrassed. As if for emphasis, she tosses the brush onto the sand, where it can stay, unused (so there). "It's a good thing you're here, then," she continues, head tipped back so that she can meet Zi'on's gaze, and grin at him, "To enjoy the lagoon, and get to see me in this. Convenient."

Zi'on chuckles a bit to the goldrider. "Sounds like a good excuse to me. I've used worse to get out of the office. And away from Ila'den. 'I have a meeting' is my personal favorite, though." Suldith eventually splashes into the water far offshore. Fishing! The bronzer grins to Rhysa. "Mm… Though I'm also interested in what's underneath… But I suppose that can wait." He heads over to takes a seat on the towels. He pops open the cooler to grab bottles and open up the container of fruit. "Come sit with me. We can enjoy the weather together."

"Easier when you're the boss," says Rhysa, laughing. "I'm not sure I could get that past anyone. But Taveh…" Tavehtiath is an excellent excuse. Predictably, the goldrider's cheeks flush for Zi'on's next comment, enough so that she waits to answer until after she's sitting, cross-legged, on the towel: invitation accepted. "I would have thought you saw what's underneath more often than the bathing suit, but… later, yes." Not here, on a crowded public beach, in broad daylight.

Zi'on chuckles a bit. "True. It is much easier. I guess you don't have many meetings to distract you throughout the day, either." Yes, Zi'on is already being a bit crude. He chuckles. "Also true. I have probably. The bathing suit does flatter you though." He offers her the fruit while he pops the tops off the juice bottles. "So… someone mentioned to me that it might be someone's turnday…" He says, that grin coming back.

Rhysanna's expression suggests uncertainty as to whether she considers her lack of actual, real meetings a good thing or not; in the end, she simply shrugs, nodding. It's while she's reaching for a piece of fruit, fingers wrapping around the icy surface of it, that that last comment has her— well, freezing, really. Her gaze drops, distinctly guilty. "Caught out. I suppose that was inevitable." She picks up her piece of fruit, carrying it back towards her mouth between her fingertips. "I didn't want to make a big deal of it."

Zi'on smiles to Rhysanna as she looks guilty. "You're twenty now, right? If you don't want to make a big deal out of it, that's fine. We don't have to." He hands her a bottle of citrus juice. There's a little bow tied around the neck of the bottle. Attached to the bow is a ring. A silver band with an intricate pattern laid into the side of the setting, it has three stones, two deep red ones hugging a crystal clear diamond. "Happy turnday, love."

"Twenty," agrees Rhysa, awkward despite herself, though at least she manages to glance up and meet Zi'on's gaze, now, as she puts her fruit into her mouth and chews, smiling around it. The fact that she's looking at him means it takes her a few moments to glance down at the bottle; "Oh!" she says, lifting the ring with her fingers, examining it. "It's beautiful. It's… thank you, Zi'on." She's flushing again, though surely that's hardly surprising.

Zi'on is looking back at Rhysa, smiling and waiting to gauge her reaction. Waiting… and then she looks! At least he didn't drop the ring in the bottle. She might have swallowed it. He smiles to her. "You're welcome. I hope you like it. I wasn't sure on the stone colors." He takes the bottle back from her so she can put it on. "You might be inundated with jewelry after a few turns…" He chuckles a bit.

Swallowing it would have been awkward and unpleasant on so many levels. This is clearly for the best. "I do like it," she says, genuinely, looking up so that she can meet Zi'on's gaze again, smiling. "They're perfect. You could always decide not to buy me more things… I wouldn't object. Not that I'm objecting to this, of course, but you don't need to buy me things." Not that she isn't quick to slide the ring onto her finger… and not that her gaze doesn't drop again so that she can look at her hand, admiringly. "I'll have to think of something special to get you for your turnday."

Extremely awkward and unpleasant. Also would be fishing it out once it… went through. Zi'on laughs. "I don't think I could decide to not buy you more things. Sorry. I'd spend every last mark I had if it would make you happy." He chuckles, looking down at the ring as well. "We can just pretend I don't have a turnday. That would work out better for me, really. At least until you catch up." He lifts his hand to press it up against her hand gently. "The ring is a gift, and has no bearing on what I'm about to bring up. But… have you thought anymore about being weyrmates?"

Not to mention wearing it, knowing where it had been. Rhysa flushes and says, quietly, "You could never buy me another thing and you'd still make me happy. And if it'll make you happy, you can be twenty-eight forever, as far as I'm concerned." She looks at their hands, taking in a deep breath that she holds for several long seconds. It's as she exhales that she finally glances up to meet his eyes again. "Of course I've thought about it. Taveh still hates the idea, but I… I would like to."

There would be no way to clean out all the little crevices in the ring. Zi'on would have to get Rhysa a new one. There wouldn't be another way. Zi'on smiles to Rhysa, and chuckles. "I suppose I'll have to grow older. Otherwise people will look at me funny in eight turns when Ezio is eighteen and I'm still twenty-eight." Zi'on nods to Rhysa, pondering a bit. He slides his fingers between hers, twining them together. "I suppose Suldith can stay back on his own ledge. It's not like it's far. I'd probably keep my weyr the way it was. But in title and all… We could try to warm her up to him, too, maybe."

Ew. That poor ring. "You can say he's your brother, then," Rhysa suggests, with a laugh, albeit a distracted one. Her fingers tangle around his, in answer, giving them a gentle squeeze as, again, she takes in a deep breath, and then lets it out. "It's not even that, really. It's more—" She's very deliberately not glancing back at her dragon. "More that she doesn't think she or I should need anyone, or get close. Emotionally more than physically, though that, too. But. She's wrong. And the title is important. To me. She doesn't really… warm up to much, but she'll get used to it."

Zi'on laughs. "Maybe. If people would believe that, when I start growing wrinkly and grey." Zi'on's gaze stays fixed on Rhysa. "Mm… She's a rather tricky one. I don't want to cause problems between you two. So… if you get unhappy at our situation, you'll let me know, right? The title is important to me, as well. Girlfriend just doesn't seem to express our commitment. Or how much I love you." The bronzer leans in to kiss Rhysanna gently.

"You won't. You'll just end up looking distinguished," is Rhysanna's answer to that first remark. For the rest, she presses her other hand atop of his, squeezing, which may well serve as answer to that question. Further words are held back until after that kiss; she's smiling, meeting his gaze without hesitation. "It may still be easier after she's risen," she suggests, with what may well be wishful thinking. "But even if it's not: I'm committed. I love you."

Zi'on chuckles. "I sure hope so." He says about looking distinguished. Instead of just plain old. After the kiss ends Zi'on wraps his arms around the goldrider and smiles back. As far as he was concerned, that sealed the deal! "Hm. Good point. It might at least make her a little more… open to certain relationships." It might be wishful thinking though, unfortunately. At least Suldith was a good clutch dad, should he happen to catch. "I love you, too, Rhysa." He grins to her. "Weyrmate."


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