Sun and Sand (Open)

[Kisa]

Kisa listened to Crescentia for a moment, then tuned in to Y'kito as he ran over. He looked pale as he saw her bandages. The bleeding wasn't terrible, but it needed to be tended to. When he mentioned that C'ero was in the jungle, her heart dropped deep into her chest. How would she reach him without running, which probably wasn't a great idea?

((Work in progress because my cousins are forcing me off. XP))

[Kisana]

Kisa listened to Crescentia for a moment, then tuned in to Y'kito as he ran over. He looked pale as he saw her bandages. The bleeding wasn't terrible, but it needed to be tended to. When he mentioned that C'ero was in the jungle, her heart dropped deep into her chest. How would she reach him without running, which probably wasn't a great idea? Suddenly, she hatched an idea. She would send Lillana to the jungle to fetch C'ero! She turned to the flitt and trained her eyes intently on her.

"Lillana, I want you to go to the jungle and search for C'ero. He will be with a large Onyx dragon, okay? I don't want you to come back until you find him and bring him back with you. Do you understand?" She asked sternly. Lillana flashed her an affirmative image of C'ero, then the jungle. She nodded as the firelizard flew away, sunlight glistening off of her wings.

"Crescentia, thank you for oiling her. If she starts misbehaving, just holler and I'll make sure she stops. She's usually pretty good, though. She's not too fidgety." She called to the girl oiling Lilleth, with a grin. Crescentia seemed gruff, but kind, and she'd probably be a good friend in the future.

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R'kah rubbed his hand across Gyra's back. Shiro and Suu were sitting beside him, creeling contentedly. The heat was stifling. Gyra's hide seemed to need oiling; there were tiny dry patches all over him. The Aqua Weyrling stood up and changed into a light pair of breeches and a white tunic.

~Are we going to the beach, Mine? I hope there aren't many people there. But my hide itches!~ Gyranoth pleaded with a bump against his Bonded's thigh. R'kah nodded with a grin. The summer air, even though it was dry, was completely unbearable now, and he let the flitts lead the way to the shore.

When he arrived, he realized he wasn't alone. There were several others there - three girls and a boy. All but one were in the water, and the girl who was outside was sitting on a rock with bandages wrapped around her chest. That was the girl who had been attacked...Kisana, her name was? She seemed to be bleeding again. What had she done to make that happen? She'd probably gone in the water and reopened the gashes. A flitt flew away from her towards the jungle. Wasn't the Weyrhealer in the jungle? Oh, she was sending the flitt to fetch him. That made sense.

He approached the scene with a wary smile, walking into the cool water. Its temperature was pleasant compared to the hot air. Gyra followed him, eyes whirling nervously. He obviously didn't like the small crowd.

"Hello. Are you all escaping the heat too?" He asked the Weyrlings around him. Oh, one of them wasn't a Weyrling he recognized from the Hatching, but she was oiling a dragon. A Diamond, that looked like Kisana's Diamond. She must be doing a favor for the wounded Weyrling. Was she a new Candidate?

[Sintarith]

A great sigh escaped a girl’s lips, catching the attention of one of the women working in the kitchen alongside her. Nwalme was bored. She was bored of sitting indoors, peeling tubers, bored of constantly being asked if she was alright and bored of being told that the sun would do her some good. ‘Well,’ she thought to herself, ‘If the sun will do me some good, then it’ll do the world of wonders for you.’ This was directed at one of the weyrbrats who had just mentioned the oh-so-popular phrase. For one, it would get him out from under her feet. She was irritable she realised, and maybe everyone else was right. Maybe the sun WOULD do her some good. Sighing again, she got to her feet, dropping the last tuber she had peeled into the boiling kettle and wiped her hands on a piece of cloth before slipping out of the door to the main clearing.

She hurried over towards to the beach, shielding her eyes from the harsh sunlight of the day. It was more than once that she cursed herself for insisting on wearing her longer tunic on this particular day – the sun was scorching hot! Nwalme had gotten about halfway to her destination when she doubled back on herself, running back towards her rooms. It was simply too hot to be on the beach in wherhide trousers and a long-sleeved tunic, and in spite of her self-consciousness, the girl had decided that it was probably smarter to wear a light dress or something similar. If she owned such a thing. She shuddered to herself as she remembered the flimsy things some of the hold girls had worn on hot days at the Hatchings of High Reaches Weyr. Well, if they wanted boys of all ages to ogle them, let them do it.

She skirted around the huts that comprised the kitchens, not exactly eager to draw attention to herself as she had only recently left. Thankfully it seemed that she’d gone unnoticed as she let herself into her room – to end up scowling in dismay at the general mess the place was in. She supposed that it was only her fault and that she should really tidy up at some point, except that it was far too hot to do such a thing now. Throwing the curtain of her wardrobe back, she dragged clothes out until nearly the entire contents had spilt onto the floor. After a short while of rummaging, she found what it was she had been looking for; a knee length dress made of light cotton and dyed in purple and dusky blues in a swirling pattern. Falling over as she struggled out of her sweaty trousers, Nwalme found that at the end of her cot she had a pair of sandals that might go nicely with the dress. Putting both items on, another scowl clouded her face. It wasn’t exactly a dress, but more of a wrap-around, and it showed her figure a tad more than she would have liked, but it was the only thing she could find in a hurry.

Now properly attired for the day, Nwalme decided that at last, she would go to the beach. Trekking across the clearing once more, she whistled softly to herself. It was a nice day, and the gloom that stemmed from her attire was quickly vanishing as she got closer and closer to the beach. A nice sunbathe and perhaps a swim would put her in a good mood for the rest of the day. She stooped and slipped her sandals off as soon as she reached the beach, scrunching her toes in the warm sand. She revelled in the feel of it between her toes. Aware that she wasn’t alone on the beach, she picked a spot a distance away from the other people –some with dragons, some without – and sat quietly, watching the dragons being oiled and the splashing around in general.

She decided that she’d been brave enough today and jumping into the middle of a sizeable group of people was the last thing she really wanted to do. Changing her whistle to a soft hum, she twisted her hair up into a knot at the back of her head, securing it with a strip of material that should have been tied about her waist to pull in her figure; not that she’d ever do that! Instead, she had tied it about her wrist several times, and was glad to have done so, because her hair was getting itchy and irritating at the nape of her neck. She glanced over the others present at the beach, sort of wishing she had just a little more courage to go and talk to them.