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 Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 6:04 pm
He had colors! Pretty, pretty colors. The Master had sent him a whole new set to use along with instructions to capture different faces of the Weyr. His amber eyes glittered as he clutched the colors and his paper like a child clung to sweets. Not really paying attention, he walked by several weyrfolk and dragon riders who just gave him strange looks. They had seen the reclusive artist around with the other candidates but really paid him no mind as he did nothing interesting.
"Time to draw. Time to color. Colors all over the place. Dragons. People. What to do, where to go?" He talked to himself, working his thoughts out.
Where were there people and dragons? The lake! And the lake had sky colors and plants colors. It could be a big picture. Zhaylan looked down at his paper and sighed. Or a small picture. He missed the opportunity to do murals and the expansiveness of it all. Sometimes his mind felt too big for his head.
There were several riders and swimmers in the lake. How lovely! Many, many people to draw! All shapes and sizes, muscles, small frame and big frame. Great great! The day was hot and with the itchy itchy going around, Zhaylan took his shirt off and sat on a big rock. His amber eyes searched around trying to find one good person to start drawing.
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 6:21 pm
S'kagi, shirtless and barefoot, was sprawled belly down on the back of Coriath, who was in turn resting on the ground, dozing in the sun, courting sunburn. He pushed himself up on one elbow, blinking curiously at the young man with the art supplies. It was relatively uncommon to see someone engaged in such activities, with the difficulty to aquire supplies to write on, though they had some advantage in being surrounded by Ista's rainforests.
"...That's interesting." He noted, out loud. Coriath raised his head faintly and then dropped it again with a massive sigh that lifted his rider up and down.
Facinating. Coriath noted with a sigh that indicated he thought sleeping was far more interesting right now.
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 6:36 pm
Zhaylan blinked slowly. It was the bronze! He recognized that dragon from when he met the other boy. Er... The one he promised to teach. Oh yes, Kellar! The healer man. Taking out a soft lead stick, Zhaylan realized that there was a man on the dragon. No shirt!
"Nice. Blend rider to dragon. One and the same. Nice indeed." Zhaylan nodded to himself, happily inspired by the scene. He took his time making sure the line between rider and dragon was slim. Rider was interesting, maybe an up close picture? Who didn't like to be drawn? Natural. No clothes like dragon skin.
Once again, his logic made sense to him. If he were to voice it out loud... Not once did he think it would be silly or awkward. Artists were concerned about the subject and getting it nice. Not about boundaries.
He wondered if the rider would pose for him.
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 6:36 pm
Veyes grinned as he looked at the water. This was one of the most recent opportunities he had to do something other than hard work lately; his Day Off! Well ok...maybe not so much his day off but he had gotten done with his chores very early compared to other days. Since the day was warm other people...and dragons had the same idea he had - to go to the lake and enjoy the water.
Normally, he might have avoided being around too many people but it was too much fun watching the dragons play in the water...and riders either swimming or laying out on the sand - Everything was perfect, bringing a sparkle to his stormy blue eyes.
So what could a boy do except join in the fun! So he stripped of his shirt and took off his shoes then waded into the water in his short pants, which used to be long pants but he had gotten taller at home but not any wider so he had kept these for hotter days.
If only he had fins!
Now his wild imagination had been set into motion bringing about a vivid view of a fish tail and the depths he could swim deep into the water. Dipping down under the water, he let his corn rowed braids get a full soaking and as sprung up out of the water on his own "fins", swung his long locks around to slap up against his tan chest. The sudden feeling of hot filtering through the water spray was exhilarating as he rubbed along his face to smooth the hair back once more.
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 6:41 pm
Uroru had initially come down to the lake to get some fresh air and to study for a bit in a different environment other than his quarters. That had been his plan, but the day was so hot, even the wind seemed to bear heat and gave no comfort. The cool lake water was practically calling his name. It wasn't long at all before he had peeled his shirt off and left it folded up with his shoes and a few loose papers tucked into a book sitting on a large rock a little ways off from the shore. Uroru would be mortified if his carefully taken notes became drenched.
That was a while ago. After a dip in the lake and some goofing off in the refreshing waters, the lanky fellow opted to take a bit of breather and simply watch the other candidates, riders, their dragons, and whoever else answered the water's call for a bit. Uroru had managed to scoot up onto a slanted stone near his belongings to see what he could see. To keep himself cool, he had rolled his pant legs up to his knees. Elbows resting on his knees with his fingers loosely laced in front of him, Uroru was lazily scanning the area, just watching and listening. He half turned at hearing someone mention that something or other was interesting. It took him a moment to spot who had spoken and who he was referring to. A rider had indicated one of his fellow candidates who brought with him art supplies. Uroru wasn't certain of his name, but he had seen the other around.
"Huh. Searching for inspiration, I imagine?" The sound of a splashing drew his attention, prompting him to drag his shirt over his book protectively.
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 6:58 pm
Oh Shards it was so fardling hot today. Sovann felt owed a little time to devote to leisurely pursuits. After all, he had been slaving away (ha!) in the kitchens since he and Okassis had once again finished latrine duty. At times like this one, his solution of choice involved a great deal of cool water. Granted, the lake was infested with swimming dragons, but they wouldn't mind a bit of company, would they? Without even the slightest regard for propriety the Candidate stripped down to his small clothes, taking a running leap for the water. He scrabbled up a rock and dove under the surface to the tune of a resounding splash, enjoying the immediate relief that the water provided. Sure he was going to have to share the lake with the dragons and whomever else had decided to descend upon it (and there were quite a few other whomever elses!), but the point was, he was finally cooled off. He took the opportunity to swim about in lazy circles before he dragged himself back up onto the rock, and began to sun himself.
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 6:59 pm
"Eh...?" S'kagi squinted faintly as he watched the young man sketch, and then tweaked slightly at the hank of hair, trying to make sure the scars on the hidden side of his face stayed...well...hidden. A little harder to do with the lice infestation, since he'd had to use sweet oil to try and prevent lice.
Oh? Is he drawing us? At least he has taste
Coriath noted, a note of amusing creeping into the dragons tone.
Don't know. Looks like it maybe. Maybe he'll get distracted.
He put his chin down on his arms and tried to ignore it, watching people splashing in the lake.
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 7:11 pm
Zhaylan was distracted from his pose. Or the other rider's pose. Who's was it really? The artist or the subject? Serious thoughts. Distraction, what or who? And then, he saw two different people in his view. One with strange hair and one on the sands, looking like he had melted into the sands.
That was interesting!
Not so much as the dragon, nothing could be more interesting than the dragons. He looked at the pair and then looked at the sandy one. If only he had more hands! More eyes! More of everything! He reluctantly turned away from the bronze team and flipped the page. Frustrated, he was tried to make the clothes softer... Blend more. Why? Why?
If there were no clothes, his lines would work out just fine. Yes, that made sense. No clothes made a better picture. And the sandy one was too far away. But the one with the hair was close. The water clung to him. Shiny.
It was an artistic overload.
And then, another stranger came up and began sunbathing He seemed to be draped over the rock like a lazy flit. How perfect was that. Again, the clothes. Funny angles making it hard to flow. Be natural. Standing up, Zhaylan spoke, er shouted, without thinking. At least, thinking about what the others would think. He was thinking about his passion. His calling.
"BE NATURAL!" He bellowed. Grabbing his stick and pad, he got down from his rock and began to pace around those who had caught his eye. The dragon, of course, was perfect! "I draw you before. Nice come over the water. Clothes make funny drawings. No clothes, much better pictures, yes?"
He asked this to the closest person, sandy boy.
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 7:48 pm
With sun that hot it was not surprising that the clothes lines were up, a small collection of girls hanging the laundry out to dry. The infamous Nose was among them, having been tossed out of the kitchens because she was distracting the cooks. Honestly, it wasn't her fault that everyone had wanted to know what she had to say. Still, she didn't mind being out here with the rest of the laundry staff. From here they had a very nice view of the cove, and with it all the sunning young men.
The artist had caught Nan's attention the moment he'd arrived, however he hadn't immediately done anything exciting so she'd returned to her conversations. It was only when he called to his artistic subjects that she looked over at him again, a cheeky grin forming on her face. "Yeah be natural!" Nandeli called towards the lake, earning her a giggle from several other girls. "Like that little brunette with the braid! Man, it's a pity he's not straight~!"
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 8:00 pm
Veyes turned letting his hands slide down his wet form; the dream of fins still alive in his mind...he ducked back down and swam beneath the water again popping up for air only when he needed it. Then he realized he had gotten closer to the sand and soon was crawling up the shallow sands until he was half in and half out of the water. The water lapped around his body in slow waves as the dragons' weight made the waters flow towards the shores.
His "fin tail" of course had to stay in the water or else he'd end up flopping around. At least, this is what his imagination told him - A fish out of water was a bad thing indeed. So he tilted his head back and let his hair hang down in the lapping waves; closing his eyes and enjoying the warm sun. It was a perfect day.
However, his eyes flicked open suddenly ripping away from that fantasy he had created as someone bellowed not far down the beach! Be Natural!??? What did THAT mean??He turned his head to find the culprit who had struck the dream right out of his inner vision. It was then, he spied a boy with a stick and pad, who paced fairly close but in front of another sunbathing boy. What did he want???
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 8:10 pm
"Who's little?" Sovann called back, taunting Nan in turn. The gaggle of girls had momentarily distracted the candidate from the artist's bellowings, but not for long! No, not for long. "... Natural?" Did he mean to say naked? Not that Sovann was at all unused to bathing in the nude or swimming that way, but the idea of doing so in the presence of an artist with tools in hand definitely gave him pause. Then there was the fact that Nandeli the Nose was out and about and very obviously observing him. He wasn't so sure what to think about that. He quirked an eyebrow, sending the aforementioned artist a look. Was the lad serious? It was ridiculously hard to tell with some people, and... yeah. No. He was definitely not stripping just now. Not in full view of Nan, not if he could help it. "What, strip down to nothing but skin?" He'd heard that the Weyrfolk were more, hmm, hedonistic and all of that, but this was a little unexpected. Did they normally engage in such activities? Was it something he was going to have to get used to?
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 8:25 pm
Yelling? Who was yelling? Can't yell. Have to pose. Zhaylan frowned angrily, glaring at the girls who had distracted the others. Not good at all. At least sandy boy was still being quite. Funny hair and the one on the rock were moving too much. He nodded at the boy laying down and went over to the rock bather.
He walked around, not caring that his shoes got wet from the water. If he could get all three of them to stay still. What a scene. Water. Sand. Rock. His intense eyes stared and suddenly, he put the pad and stick down on another rock. Moving quickly, he poked and prodded the rock boy. "Go like this. Not moving. Natural goes to rock. No clothes is good. Nice picture for you to keep. Can do copies."
Zhaylan turned away and stalked over to the dolphin-er, swimming boy. His hair was nice. Could move easily. By now, his shoes were wet and his pants were soaked. Again, he started to poke and prod. Just then, he tossed back the boy's hair. "Nice. Nice. You no clothes too? Or stay mostly under? Not move and you get copy too."
Heading back to the shore, he brought his finger up to his mouth. "Shhhh! No distract. Pose or no pose. Good picture. Yes!" And grabbing his stick and pad, he started sketching again. Nothing would keep him from his art.
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 9:04 pm
Laundry duty was forgotten as the girls gathered round, watching with great interest as the strange artist made his way to the different people on the beach. Was he... posing them? Now this was going to be interesting. Nan tilted her head to study the models he had chosen, her face breaking out into a grin. If this artist was going to paint Sovann than she was totally getting a copy of it. And then posting copies outside the Candidate dorms. Hot stud looking for man and/or woman. Just think of all the responses they'd get!
"Hey Sovann!" Nandeli called again, and a few of the girls mimicked her. "That doesn't look very natural! I'm not seeing enough skin! You're not going to take it off?" The girls laughed amongst themselves and nudged each other playfully, before one of them finally started to chant "Take it off!" Egged on, the others joined in, creating quite a ruckus from their little outcropping.
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 9:27 pm
Ok...so maybe he had just misheard the boy. He had been distracted by his imagination so it could be that he said something completely different. So he shook his head and took a better looked around the landscape.
As he glanced towards the distance, his eyes drifted then stopped on...."that girl"...the one that always had something to say about...EVERYONE. He seriously didn't want to be caught up in her mischief but he wasn't about to give up his comfortable spot. Fortunately, her attentions seemed fixated on a brunette just down the way. Maybe she's like that because she's desperate for a date? Poor guy, he thought to himself. The man that could put up with a talkative creature such as she would have to be....deaf.
That vision brought a quirky smile to his lips and soon he twitched his hidden toes in the sand under the water in glee as his imagination started to stir once more. Oh that felt good...He close his eyes again and might have slipped back into his previous vision had not a shadow crossed over his body. Looking up, he discovered that at the boy who had called out some moments before was standing before him and had flipped his hair out of the way much to his surprise!
"Ah...What the!? No clothes? What are you talking about?" That brought blush to his face almost instantly then the words "mostly under" made him shoot a quick glance at his legs almost embarrassed as if some how he had lost his pants but thankfully they were still there. Was this boy crazy? He would have scrambled out of the water but...."that girl"....Shards only knew what she would say if she noticed him running off!
His lips formed another question but the boy had already walked away before he could even get it out. As he watched the boy sit down, he realized what the other things the boy had said meant. So....he was going to draw him??? Pursing his lips, he hadn't thought about something like this happening and began to feel just a little self conscious especially about his back where there were several scars. Fortunately, his hair blocked most of that from view.
Taking a deep breath he tried to relax...and "not move" keeping his legs under the water so his pants didn't show. However, relaxing was impossible listening to "that girl" chanting at the other boy on the sands to "Take it off."
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 9:41 pm
Who was he to argue with an artist, hmm? "Well, if the artist demands it..." The artist and the gaggle of girls, of course. It was not as though Sovann intended to display his naked body for all to see. He was lounging on a rock on his stomach (which was probably going to get uncomfortable soon, wasn't it?) which meant that very little of him was actually exposed. He stripped out of his remaining things, and bundled them up beside him, careful enough with his pose so that he really wasn't revealing much. It was not as though he actually wanted Nan staring at him, after all. ... Really. Not even a little. Oh, granted he liked the attention for all that it made him somewhat disconcerted to have so many females focused on him (and thankfully on the other males as well), but it was a little much, wasn't it? Carefully arranging his braid so that it draped down the small of his back, he submitted to the poking and prodding which was apparently part of the creative process. How very, very odd. But if this was the norm at the Weyr, he supposed that he had just better get used to it.
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