[PRP] to the sea [ fisher + falienn

[houllow]

The eggs had been laid and the Weyr was practically buzzing with excitement; people were scurrying about like tunnelsnakes on a ship, messing here and there with no real progress being made. To be honest Fisher couldn't fault them (much) as even she was starting to give in to the hype, her mood elevated by the almost festive atmosphere. Hatchings apparently were a big deal with baby dragons and everything else the Candidatemaster had been talking about, but until it actually happened and Fisher was out on the sands she reserved her judgement.

Still, despite the promise of new beginnings and joy and lifemates and blah blah blah, Fisher was bored. She was restless to the point of crawling in her skin with the need to do something, anything, and her eyes were cast towards the horizon. Turns of being out with her Dads lent her a keen understanding of the seasons, of the time, and her mind called to where they might be at that specific moment, to what catch they'd be hauling in their nets. She missed them bitterly, but not enough to mention out loud - there'd be no giving anyone the satisfaction of knowing that.

So her time was spent standing at the edge of the Weyr lake, her expression terse as she looked down at her reflection in its waters. "It'd be better if it was salty."

ShinosBee

 

[ShinosBee]

Falienn, of course, was happily avoiding work. There was much to do with the clutches hardening daily, but despite having been brought back into the fold of candidates, he wasn't making great strides in climbing to the top of the pile in terms of respectability. Thankfully with so very many eggs on the sands there'd been a number of searches too, meaning there were almost more candidates around than could be put to work. It wasn't hard to get out of doing anything too trying or too time consuming.

It did leave him with more time to brood and wander about the Weyr, but that was fine. He'd been doing that for months anyway, and he'd gotten very good at that bit of activity. The lake was still a popular destination even after the heat of summer had broken, swiftly dropping the Weyr towards the chill of autumn. The skies had been more cloudy of late but who wanted to admit that they'd lost to the creeping grasp of the ice and snow coming to claim the mountain home? No, he could pretend to it being summer for just a bit longer.

Coming up behind someone—another candidate? She seemed familiar, if only because of her distinctive look, but he'd not bothered to learn her name. There were just too many to know them all any more. He flipped smooth rock in his palm, took aim, and let fly. It whizzed past the woman (well wide enough to be no danger) to skip once, twice, and fumbled through a third hop to splop! into the lake. "Be a bit weird to have a salt lake up here. A fresh one's at least good for drinking and all that. Bathing, whatnot."

houllow

 

[houllow]

Words and skipping stones caught her attention, as did the sort of wisp of a boy who came up beside her. His attempt at skipping a rock was faintly impressive, but it only resulted in Fisher snorting and looking back at the water. "You can bathe in salt water, an' you can drink it too. Plus it's more full of life than some trapped stagnant pond whose only purpose is to get soap outta people's eyes." If the Weyr did use this pond for actual fishing purposes she'd be surprised, but not enough to apologize or anything of the like. The kid beside her had almost said as much, only mentioning the basics of vanity in its use.

"Plus ya know, sea air is fantastic for your skin. Just look at how clearly I'm glowin', don't I look like somethin' outta a harper's tale?" Her face was a disgusting mess of scars with a broken nose and a missing tooth - the only harper tale she was from happened to be a cautionary one, probably. "Being out there might even do wonders for you." This was probably the part where she was supposed to say his name to show that Fisher knew who he was and her words were meant as a joke, but she didn't know his name and maybe she wasn't joking. "This place feels closed in."

Fisher didn't elaborate.

ShinosBee

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