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21-08-01: Floating away
Unhappy with the bulk of her pregnancy, Llysereth drags Lydiere to the beach, whereupon she meets up with W'yn, and Disa.

W'yn takes hold of the straps to leaver himself over to one side, then with arms in the air he slides down the front quaters to land with a 'thud' on the ground, tumbling a step forward before he is steady on his feet.

While Llysereth floats her bulky form out within the waves, which crash about her, hardly moving the lumbering queen, Lydiere wanders the beach, digging bare toes into the sand as she walks, up and down, back and forth, her tossled by the wind.

W'yn slips off Zymanths shoulder, not bothering to wait for aid from his dragon. Zymanth croons and as eagerly as his rider had dismounted, he waids into the water. Looking about he smiles. "G'day friends.." he offers lightly.

Uzioraith has arrived.

"W'yn," greets Lydiere, her pacing halting as she tilts her head to offer a smile towards the bronzerider, hands digging into her pockets. "And Zymanth, of course." Llysereth -- bouyed by her watery release from pregnant bulk -- goes so far as to trill a greeting towards the pair, bobbing aimlessly through the waters just beyond the shallows.

Zymanth is soon into the water, using wings and limbs to get his own boyancy, his muzzle just above the water as he croons lightly to the queen. W'yn on the other hand makes his way over to Lydiere. "and to you both..How are you?" He asks smiling. Suddenly his face flushes and he looks about. Leaning forward he whispers.

W'yn whispers "Sorry I fell asleep in your weyr, you should have woken me."

Uzioraith sneaks onto the beach, doing his best to resemble a bit of dark blue shadow as he eases his way into a sandy hollow and rests his chin in his forepaws. It's a perfect position for him to watch the world with. Disa is just as silent as her lifemate - ghosting up near the others to announce her presence with a bland "Hello."

Lydiere raises an eyebrow towards W'yn, querying, "Why? You looked so cute--" to his soft whisper, a light wink made before her gaze turns, watching her lifemate bob about in relative relaxation. "We're good, I think. Llysereth has discovered the wonders of water--and of sand; she's figured out how to dig a depression big enough to house her belly, and she's set. Quite comfortable, for a change." Head turns, as Disa's greeting is heard--"Afternoon!"

W'yn chuckles and looks over to the gold nodding. "And with water taking the weight, must be a reliefe for her, you know I can understand why she was so tempered.." Looking back to Lydiere and grinning back, at both the cute comment and the temper comment he is almost shocked out of his skin. "Oh gosh..morning.." He offers with a chuckle. "I was looking the other way, didnt see you sorry.."

Disa grins breifly, tweaking her braid until it sits over her shoulder. "Didn't mean to startle you." Maybe she didn't but Uzioraith has forever liked to pretend to be a shadow. "Oh, aye. Fair bit of weight to carry for a gold but it would be much worse during a Pass when clutches were, oh, two and three times the size of ones today." Lightly humourous is her tone.

"Exactly," agrees Lydiere, digging her toes into the sand upon the beach; "She loves the water, anyway." She pauses, as Disa's comment makes it to her ears: "Faranth, I hadn't even thought of that. And I think she's bad at the moment." Her nose wrinkles in distaste, although her expression smoothes into a more mirthful state at W'yn's reaction.

W'yn pretends to clutch his chest for a moment before smiling broadly. "Ahh its ok.."Shaking his head then he laughs. "Please, dont suggest any more Zymanth spor..the weyr is going to suffer enough.." his tone shows he is teasing, and with a smooth smile and a wink he adds. "Ahh but the mother makes up for all of that.." and so whos he trying to sweet talk, dragon or rider!

Disa bahs softly. "Well, if you can survive Ysmalath's offspring, Zymanth's will be no trouble." is pointed out mildly, a faint smile playing on her expression. "It's good she comfortable in the water. And when was the flight..." Disa pauses for a moment, thinking. "I'd say she won't be long like this." There are advantages to age. Really.

Lydiere's lips twitch in response to W'yn, as she moves to crouch upon the sand, easing back into a seated position--there, much more comfortable. "Talk about buttering a person up!" she laughs, then, more seriously, nods to Disa; "I think she's fairly close. Within a sevenday or so, anyway. Flight was 'most a month back."

Lydiere adds, thoughtfully; "Since they're *both* Ysmalath spawn, does that bode even worse?"

W'yn shakes his head. "A month ago and he still has not calmed..eshh.." Chuckling then, running fingers though his hair before beginning to take his jacket off, he chuckles. "Ahh, but its fun to try and butter.." not sure if thats the right word but his thoughts had gone onto the next subject and he frowns. "Does that matter in dragons? about them being siblings?"

Disa blinks and shrugs. "Not so far as I know. There are no records of any problems with siblings mating. Indeed, considering that the number of queens is so low relatively speaking, I woudl have thought a problem woudl have showed up by now."

Lydiere rolls her eyes, murmuring, "Nine months *I* was pregnant, and the father never calmed down." Nonetheless, she's cheerful in tone, adding, "You're awful, W'yn, I tell you. --I think I've seen some queens mate with their fathers, even; it doesn't *seem* to be a problem, as far as I know."

W'yn frowns as he tries to think back along his history lines of queens and mates but well, it gets rather muddled and he stops. "Well, if all works out, everything will go smoothly.." Could it be he is just as excited. Nodding to both then he adds. "Ahh but I think he is just as new to this as I am..neither of us fathers.."

Disa chuckles softly. "Relax. Llysereth there knows precisely what to do." her words are teasing but sincere. "But ooh, I'm looking forward to it too. I can go out and hunt down some poor youngsters to abandon in the barracks, eh Uzioraith?" She listens to an answer from her lifemate before adding, "When we were independents, he'd find all these people he wanted as Candidates only he had no Weyr to take them to."

Lydiere tilts her head back towards Llysereth, agreeing, "Exactly. It's--well, inbred, or something. Knowing." She digs her heals into the sand, sand sifting through her fingers; "He'll make a good father, I'm sure.--How long were you independent, Disa? I've forgotten -- if, indeed, I ever knew. Candidates. Doesn't feel so long ago that we were candidates, eh, W'yn?"

W'yn thinks for a moment and nods. "Just over two turns or something isernt it Lydi?" he is not sure himself but turns to look to the bronze, waking his way to the golds side. "Sorry Disa did you say your name was..." He stops then and smiles. "Oh, Ive heard independent life can be quite enticing.."

Disa mms, glanceing at Lydiere consideringly. "Longer'n you've been alive I'd say. I left Telgar a bare sevenday after graduating." She nods then, to W'yn. "Aye. Disa. And Uzioraith. Independent life? Well, I enjoyed it - I just want settle for a bit and have a place to call my own for a while."

"Telgar," repeats Lydiere, thoughtfully; "That's where my parents ride, these days. Longer than I've been alive?--and I thought that I felt old, as compared to some people." She winks, teasing, as she adds, "Two turns, yes. Or thereabouts."

W'yn listens to all that is going on and smiles his greeing. "W'yn and Zymanth.." his thumb going over his shoulder. Suddenly though that Bronze that was lumbering in the water was alot closer and nudging W'yn to mount. "What what..oh.." he sighs and mounts. "Seems search and rescuse is going on a sweep..he wants to join to strech his wings..nosy sod if you ask me.." He teases lightly. "Hope to see yo in the cavern tonight?" he calls to both waving.

Lydiere waves a hand after W'yn, the faintest note of jealousy expressive upon her wind-wearied face. She pauses, her attention turned by another force--Llysereth's bleating cry made, as she waddles, lumbering upon the sand from the water. "She wants to go rest, now," Lydiere explains, excusing herself as she stands. "Have a nice day, Disa, Uzioraith." And with that, they lumber off, together.