Sleeps and Slaps

Half Moon Bay Weyr - Weyrling Training Field
Near the tall black eastern wall of the crater is a cleared field. The earth there has been churned many times over by the landings and take offs of young dragons and only a few patches of grass cling to life in this active area. Wooden props and markers used to assist the weyrlings as they learn the precise maneuvers required for the rescue and protection work that the weyr is famous for, litter the training field. Close to the rimwall, in the east where the sun is usually shaded is a large wooden slat barracks for the weyrlings to live in. Tropical trees and shrubs have been allowed to grow here, perfuming the air with a floral scent.

It's still early, but already its clear it will be yet another hot and humid day at half moon. Jabreth and N'lan are outside, the two seem to be deep in a conversation about things. "Well we have to find some comprimise because come winter I don't want to sleep outside Jabreth." The bronze almost seems dismissive of his rider's concerns.

L'kan is alone, which is rather unusual, but both his expression and posture are a familiar sight - he's not sleeping. Again. As one hand scrubs at his face in a vague attempt at wiping somne of the tired away he catches sight, and sound, of N'lan and Jabreth. "Trade you?" He fixes a smile to his face, but it's clearly forced, and wanders over. "At least you get to sleep."

N'lan gives a tired grin to L'kan, "Yeah, outside more often then not, plus Jabreth keeps getting us into trouble." The bronze gives a huff, his eyes gently whirling as he looked between the two men, clearly he didn't have much to chime in on this conversation. "He's so stubborn, it's like trying to convince you not to talk to a attractive woman."

"Hah! Nobody's that stubborn." L'kan's grin is slightly less forced this time, but there's still that overwhelming tiredness that seems to invade even his speech. "I'd still trade you." At some point as L'kan speaks a certain fiery bronze makes his way out of the barracks, clearly looking for Luka who remains steadfastly oblivious. "He doesn't sleep! Ever. He closes his eyes for two seconds, I try to move, and then he's awake again. I don't know how he does it." By the end of the 'rant' Elenth is right there behind L'kan, a breath down the back of his neck enough for the weyrling to add, "He's right behind me isn't he." He braces, knowing it's coming. SMACK. Wing to the back of the head.

N'lan nods his head as he listens to his friends rant, his eyes widen as he saw Elenth near L'kan, "Umm, L'k.." Just as he is about to say his friends name to point out Elenth was there he saw the smack happen, "I'm glad Jabreth only headbutts me." Jabreth nods to the smaller bronze, « Morning Elenth, Did you rest well? »

« Enough. » is Elenth's curt reply - a dragon of few words most of the time. « We have work to do. If he behaves maybe he'll be let out to play later. » Sarcasm? From a dragon? Sure seems like it. At least this time L'kan's smile seems a bit more relaxed. Fond almost. "More running. I'm sure I'm supposed to… not finish that sentence." His hand moves almost immediately to the back of his head to rub where the slap would have landed. "You should come one day. Share the pain." Pain that he is all too willing to leave for, the pair's conversation drifting back across that weyrling grounds as the move off. Something about rules, accompanied by much shaking of heads.

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