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 Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 9:48 pm
Clambering around the rocks, Ryka fluttering contentedly around her, Inaari was somewhat bored. Sovann had disappeared, and even Nandeli was nowhere to be found for a nice discussion on current Weyr goings-on. So it was with a good deal of excitement that she heard the chanting of many female voices, and started jogging across the ground towards the lake. The blond hadn't quite caught what was being said, so it came as some surprise when she saw her oldest Weyr friend surrounded by girls chanting for him to remove his clothing.
Even more shocking was when he actually did take it off, stretching his long dark body out on the similarly toned rocks. There was no doubting that he was incredibly male, and she was incredibly young. She'd never seen a boy without clothes before, and even this modest display was something she was not prepared for.
The green flitt, picking up on her mistress' distress, chittered reprovingly and dove straight for the center of the group. For a moment, there were dark green wings batting around his body, until Inaari could call her senses back.
"Ryka, stop that! Stop that at once!" Rushing down, she tried to shoo the firelizard and ignore a very nude Sovann all at once. It was not at all successful. "Honestly, you get bolder by the day." It was not entirely known which of her two boon companions she was speaking of.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 5:37 am
S'kagi laughed as the artist started to wander around, making bold demands from the others at the lake, not all of whom were Weyr born, or who had lived here long enough to become less sensitive to the relaxed views in this climate, and more so at the Weyr, on clothing, especially while swimming, since there was really no point in getting clothing wet. It was too humid as it was to try and wait for most of it to dry.
The mixed reactions were vastly amusing, though it could create more awkward situations later. He'd have to nudge the candidate master and also himself rub the weyrlings noses into the idea that nudity was one thing, but relationships were another.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 10:13 am
Veyes' eyes widened as the other boy stripped out of his clothes and then laid back down on the sands. Well, he had to admit to himself that the boy sure had a fine body. Nothing to be ashamed of there! He couldn't help but watch with an appreciative eye but maybe the boy was just trying to keep "that girl's" attention. Better him than me, he thought although...she was pretty, however, he wasn't crazy with the notion of letting it go any farther than a passing thought.
Actually, as his eyes took in more of the surrounding view there were several...handsome sights to take in and it made Veyes thankful that the waves brought in an occasional chill to keep his teenage body from having an awkward moment. He wondered how long it would take the artist to get the drawing done so he could actually move a bit more.
Then his eyes shifted quickly back to the boy on the sands as a fire lizard swooped down at his bare flesh. It surprised Veyes to see the girl that owned the lizard running down there and trying to shoo the flit away. He assumed that she was just trying to get a better look at the boy's bare body. Geesh! At this rate, he wondered if all these girls had lived in complete seclusion and had never seen a naked man before!
"Hey, you ok over there?" he called out to the boy on the sands hoping that the flit hadn't scratches or nipped anything.
Overall, he really had nothing to be ashamed of as far as his own body was concerned except for the scars, but it appeared that he wasn't the only one that had his share after seeing the boy on the sands naked flesh. His imagination was sometimes more adventurous than his waking world and he wasn't sure yet if he'd go as far as the other had...
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 10:19 am
Having been watching from a distance, Reike calmly swam around in small circles in the lake, every so often diving down to completely cool off when the sun became too harsh. Of course, the sun reflecting off of the lake was bound to give him one heck of a tan. One thing he loved about being himself was that he never seemed to burn, he just tanned and got covered in freckles on his shoulders and a few across his nose and cheeks.
A lot of people loved the freckles. Thought they were cute. He didn't really mind, as long as he didn't burn. Pretty much his entire body got tan, too, for he was wearing naught but a small pair of shorts, giving his legs plenty of freedom but hiding his manly bits.
Listening to the strange man demand others to be 'natural' or pose for him, he swam closer. Dark red hair was laying flat due to the water, and when he grabbed onto a rock that was partially in the water, he crossed his arms and watched from a few yards away. In this position he was entirely visible to the other group, but he didn't really care if they knew he was amused with the situation.
Watching, he saw from the corner of his eye another young man, stripping off his clothes. He tried not to stare too much, but it was difficult given the situation. He laughed openly as he heard the girls chanting, and many of them seemed to be surprised that he really did take off his clothing. Shaking his head, Reike went back to studying the subject of the artist, his own curiosity taking over.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 11:50 am
Silly annoying girls. Zhaylan grumbled to himself. Was this why he didn't like girls; well, truth be told he didn't remember liking anyone except Tersa. But she was his foster mother. Different. He tried not to yell at the sharding girls. Instead, he went back to his subjects. When rock boy actually stripped down and posed for the picture, Zhaylan smiled.
"Good good. Natural. Be with the rock, rocky boy." Then the flit came and started haressing his subjects. Another girl came up and tried to capture this thing. Crazy animals. "Go away! Unless you want in picture, shoo! In picture, pose. Natural. Like others. Silly girls making noise and disturbing things."
The dragon rider with the bronze was now watching them. He wanted the dragon rider to be in a picture by himself. No silly girls for the rider. Nice strong dragon. "Rider, dragon. I have picture or two of you. Colors needed, yes. Very nice over water. For you."
Satisfied and off into his own little world, Zhaylan tried to settle down once more to draw. This should be easy. Rock boy. Dolphin boy. Sandy boy. Good picture. He had gotten a rough sketch of the one he considered "rock boy" when another head bobbed into view. By the Egg, was everyone trying to mess his picture up?? Practically dropping the supplies in frustration, Zhaylan looked at the newcomer. Red hair. Blue water. Gray rock. Frowning, he wondered if he should just include the other as well. Swimming boy, red hair was nice.
"In or out? Pose and stay still or shoo! Too much work for one picture. Natural too. Be at ease with water, like dolphin boy. He in water and sand. So in or out? Out, please move. Must draw before everyone cold or hot and I no more patience."
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 11:58 am
Having grown up for a decent part of his childhood in the Weyr Uroru wasn't terribly bothered by nudity or anything of that sort. A quirked grin grew on his face as he watched and listened. The gathering of girls made him a bit nervous if he was to strip down to nothing to pose as a model for the artist. Terrible, having grown up surrounded by women only to be nervous around them. Well, one of the best ways to get over an obstacle was to take it head on. "Sure, I imagine so," He responded to the question posed.
Ururo's bangs clung wettly to his cheeks, helping to shade his eyes from the blazing sun. He had been considering taking his wet pants off anyway, the water that soaked them was starting to heat up in the sunlight and that wasn't helping him cool off. Giving a bit of a shrug, he shifted himself and tugged his pants off with a bit of effort since they only seemed to want to roll themselves down. It definitely felt better once he placed them on his other side away from his wrapped up notes. He returned to the pose that he been in which did well enough to keep his manly bits fairly concealed. Someone would have to be directly in front of him to see anything so he wasn't really worried about that.
Glancing over, he watched with a little worry at the green flit diving for the fellow who was laying out on the rocks. He hoped that no damage was done. Today was certainly proving to be interesting. An artist coming to sketch bathers, a gaggle of girls watching, a flit attack. It made him wonder what else could possibly happen. His input wasn't needed for whatever work Zhaylan was doing. Uroru simply sighed and called over his shoulder. "If I need to shift or change positions or whatever, just let me know."
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 12:20 pm
Having successfully gathered Ryka, Inaari blushed almost entirely from head to toe at the reproof in the artist's voice. "I'm sorry, she's very young and I'm not quite sure how to keep her from doing things just yet. They need a lot of force, and sometimes you just get surprised." Almost absently, to show that she was sorry, she blindly reached down and patted what she hoped was a spot on Sovann's back. He was utterly unmarked, for after all, brushing wings were no danger to a near-grown man.
The girl was tempted to remain, sitting against the rock and staring away from her somewhat shockingly arranged friend, but without a good hat, she would simply burn into a shriveled husk in this violent sun at water's edge. With regret, she skittered out of the artist's view, clustering with the chittering, sighing girls.
"How silly."
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 12:21 pm
Blinking at the orders, he shrugged and stayed still, his upper torso stretching out of the water as his lower body was covered with the water and rock. The sun shone off of his tanned and freckled skin, his hair still wet to his face.
This artist was interesting, and he figured why not humor him. He watched the artist and other boys who were humoring him as well. Sometimes it felt good to have someone look at you and think there was potential.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 12:26 pm
Be one with the rock, huh? Sovann raised an eyebrow, deciding that the artist was a little eccentric. Maybe more than a little eccentric. Well, being 'one' with the rock wasn't the most comfortable of states. Of course, it was one thing to post for an artist, but another thing entirely to submit to the punishment of a green firelizard who felt that he was misbehaving. "Inaari, you really need to keep a rein on that 'lizard," Sovann growled. "If I end up with more scars because of her, believe me, I will not be making you anymore sweet cakes." ... Had she just touched him? He blinked, wondering what the shy little girl was up to.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 1:30 pm
Veyes chuckled a little under his breath as he watched the frantic artist try to control the masses. It was like dream inspirations bubbling outside of the mind and overflowing across his sketches. Really, the boy should have just grouped them together; it would have been much easier!
"Why don't you just have us all move closer...umm.. Artist...ah.. I don't know your name." he called over to the boy. "Might...umm.. it help you get a better picture if were all together??." He wasn't really sure how an artist would work something like that out but if it was anything like his vivid imagination, he probably could place everyone in a picturesque scene and group pose that would successfully cover the Artist's intent.
As he awaited the other's reply, he could see another boy stripping off his clothes and had to wonder, was this just the way of the Weyr?? It would probably be more comfortable like that but the gawking girls sure didn't help matters. Although he was more and more tempted just to toss his own inhibitions to the side and go with the flow of things.
It was then he saw that the girl with the flit had....touched the rock bound bare boy. Must have been what she wanted to do in the first place...that was easy enough to see - Get a better view...get hands on. However, it looked like the other knew her, so maybe he didn't care. Either way, it didn't give him a very high opinion but then again, the bare boy seemed to know her.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 3:43 pm
The chanting stopped immediately as Sovann began to strip, several gasps audible even from down in the cove. Gasps quickly turned to cheers and whistles, and then finally applause when the former fisher settled himself back on the rocks. Even Nan was grinning broadly as she joined in with the rest of the girls. Was he really from the Holds? He most certainly acted like any male Weyrbrat she had ever seen. If all you had to do was get a bunch of girls to chant at him to get him to strip she would have done that a long time ago. A nice body like that was meant to be on display.
Their view was suddenly obscured when a green flit made a dive for Sovann. It looked like somebody didn't appreciate the nice booty, though Nan couldn't help but break out into giggles when Inaari of all people came down the beach to catch the flit. The little green must have been her flit. No wonder she'd gone and tried to beat Sovann back into his clothes! Inaari got hold of the little creature quick enough, and Nandeli was pleased when the Holder girl made her way over to their little group.
"Poor scandalized flit," she said with an amused grin, "Did you just get her?" The arrival of the flit had all the girls clustering around Inaari, alternating between crooning to the little green and giggling amongst themselves. Nandeli, however, had more important things to talk about with Inaari. "How does he look up close?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 7:11 pm
Blushing and trying to keep her eyes fixated up and away from the nude boy, but still observing the entire scene, Inaari couldn't help but smile with pride and affection for her hatchling. "She was a birthday present, just showed up on my bed, no note, nothing!" Sovann had made it perfectly clear and in no uncertain terms, that if she were to mention the flitt, he would never speak to her again. The blond was becoming quite fond of her bronzed friend...when he was fully clothed.
"Her name is Ryka, she's very silly. Almost as silly as him." A pale accusing finger pointed at the figure stretched on he rocks. It really was shocking, displaying oneself in that manner. Without even benefit of a loincloth! Honestly, what was gained from being so exposed? Tugging almost nervously on the ends of her hair, Inaari displayed her true nievete.
"He looks...naked. All brown skin. It was kinda soft though...but that's not the point. What possessed him to do such a thing?!"
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 7:33 pm
Nodding to himself, Zhay went over to Sandy Boy and poked him slightly. When he was just right, then the Artist went back to his rock. Nice. Nice. Finally all together, picture looks good. Silly girls were being quiet. Just sketch and then color. Copies for everyone in picture. Picture for bronze rider.
"Good! Good! No move. Just breathe. Sketch fast. Then color, very easy. Copy for everyone, yes? My name is er- Zhaylan. From Fort Harper Hall. Artist. Me. Color and draw very good." This was all said in rapid succession as his hands moved quickly across the page. So many different people. Very nice. Once again, he was nodding to himself. Then he had a thought.
Whipping his head around, Zhay stared right at Nan. "Noisy girls, next?"
Someone said something. He looked and it was dolphin boy. Shaking his head, how could he explain the scene that was in his head. All different stages, poses. Looking natural. "Together, not right. Looks...fake. Not real? Natural looks best. Works best for lines. Clothes, lines can be annoying. Not blending very well. Understand?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 8:07 pm
Keiryann being the seaholder and sailor that he is enjoyed watching and lounging at the edge of the wate, a ways away from Veyes and the others ... he had followed Veyes down here as he was still trying to figure out the set up of the Weyr and Veyes was still willing to let him play the lost weyrling. He chuckles at the situation, but he had to agree that many of the guys whom have stripped where gorgeous ....
Keiryann just watched enjoying being outside and by the water, his already tan skin and his dark black hair streaked with blonde/lighter tones from the sun where gaining more color, made him look even more like a seaholder ((surfer-dude look)) or one made to be by the water .... well at least he got a nice show today, though the girls he wouldn't mind see pose or even just be silent ... sighing heavily he continues to watch the scene and the rest of the occupants of the area ....
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 8:30 pm
Jessmet had spent far too much time in the Weyr for several days. While she was usually content with her work in the Archives, the arrival of her brown firelizard had made such work difficult. Until Trundlebug was better trained, and not eating constantly, Cantorel had made it clear that Jessmet was to find other chores.
Having worked in the kitchens all morning, Jessmet made her way to the lake, the little brown perched on her shoulder with his tail curled tightly around her neck. There seemed to be quite a commotion from the girls doing the laundry. Jessmet scanned the crowd, finally noticing the prevalence of naked young men, evidently posing for a sketch. She recognized most of them-- was that Sovann?
She joined the crowd of girl, unsurprised to see Nan in the midst of it all. "By the Egg, what's going on?" she asked the group at large.
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