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03-06-02: The fat queen
Lydiere's 'fat' lifemate drags her to the beach, along with W'yn, whose presence in the bowl at the right time proves fortuitous.

Lydiere's ambled step takes her down the ramp from Llysereth and Ahreluth's ledge, across the sandy expanse of bowl floor in the direction of the greener plateau. She's got hands slung loosely in pockets, head tilted to the side whilst covered in a rakish, somewhat worse for wear, straw hat, gaze all but hidden beneath the voluminous brim.

Zymanth backwings to land and his eyes are soon roaming the bowl. Turning this way and that, particually towards Llysereths ledge. The bronze stops all that when W'yn goes to dismount, the conversation raging in their minds. Once dismounted W'yn begins to head in a similar direction to Lydiere but makes his first mistake. "Can I help..Lydi?" the expression and blinking quite obvious before he gets his expression under control. "Your back, How..how was the holiday?" Has his pace slows so he quickly scans the bowl. Spotting Lymera he waves broadly.

Lymera waves with a grin towards W'yn, before continuing on to her ledge. "Hi! Bye!"

Llysereth's within her usual position upon the edge of her ledge - tail flickering down towards the bowl, twisting back and forth with light motions, whilst her head is held in place upon her forelimbs, allowing her a perfect position from which to survey the bowl. She gives Zymanth a warm, soft trill of greeting, although her reaction to Lydiere is less cordial; the Junior Weyrwoman earns a huff of displeasure - she's /deserting/ Llysereth, obviously because the queen is so fat and ugly, and... "Oh, W'yn! Hi! I was just going for a walk, stretching my legs. I'm fine." She notes that expression, but says nothing more, adding, "Not much of a holiday, I'm afraid." Indeed; she likes even more tired, and more pale than ever.

Zymanth tilts his head lightly to one side, his faceted eye turning towards Llysereth before he softly harmonises to the trill (orr tries too!) W'yn watches the exchange before turning back to Lydiere as Llysereth humfs. "Still not in her good books then eh?" he offers lightly before smiling and adding. "Where did you go? was there no sun?" His tone concerned but the tease ripples underneath. Looking back then he adds. "Mind if I join you. I'm hoping Ly'ette will finish with the Weyrlings later, but if your free..im trying to avoid paper work, can you tell?!"

Llysereth lifts her trill a perfect third, so that between them, she and Zymanth do indeed have a musical harmony going for them. "Oh, she's just grumpy - she /hates/ being fat." Lydiere gives a rueful glance down to her middle, which is showing the outline of her pregnancy, especially thanks to her bony, skeletanised self. "Oh, just to one of the coves, around the island. There was plenty of sun, but it made my head hurt worse, so I stayed out of it the whole time." She's rueful in that comment, although she cheers up to agree: "By all means! I'd love some company. I'm avoiding my paper work, too."

W'yn joins step with Lydiere, leaving Zymanth to waddle over to where Llysereth's ledge is, purring in his tenor line. W'yn follows Lydieres eyes down and smiles. "Ahh, can be draining eh? Especially if Llysereth is complaining about her own state.." he offers, trying to sound somewhat diplomatic. Looking up then he chuckles. "Well, next time ill ask G'wain to pack more food.." So many people would be worried sick and give sympathy, well W'yn is worried sick but trying not to show it, and using humour as the release. His searching eyes show the concern to the full but his face holds his normal cheeky grin.

"Draining doesn't even tell the half of it," admits Lydiere with a wry, almost solemn expression. "She's obsessive over her appearance when she's pregnant, and it's almost as bad as when she's proddy." Almost. "You, as well? I swear the weyr is obsessed with telling me to eat more," she complains, stepping forward, her hat set further to the side by one flick of her right hand. "I'm trying to eat, but I'm one of those rare cases where the morning sickness doesn't abate by the start of the second trimester." She trails off, catching W'yn's gaze with a knowing grimace, "So I'm still having trouble keeping things down."

W'yn whinces slightly at this and holds up his hands. "I'm sorry. Didn't mean to join the crowed, but heck we are all just concerned." W'yn slightly defensive there? nope, he just does not want Lydiere to be angry. Smiling lightly he takes the few steps to close the distance Lydiere had make when he had stopped, his hand reaching out to lightly flick the hat before chuckling. "You wanna be careful, Lymera's around which means Yasmalth is not that far behind.." Looking back to where Zymanth is, his eyes fall on Llysereth and he smiles. "Well, tell her she is looking well. She was so concerned about you and your headaches you know.." he offers lightly, not going into all Zymanth told him, it still confuses W'yn that his dragon blocked him out at one point.

Lydiere stiffles a sigh, nodding her head slowly. "I know. Sorry - I just get a little defensive. I'm doing as well as I can, but things-- well, they're not as easy as I thought they would be." She tilts her head sideways again, as if showing off the lopsided, somewhat decrepid hat: "I know, I'm watching out carefully for her. Don't want to lose this one, thought plenty of people wish I would." Well, it's ugly after all. She glances back at her lifemate, who seems to have calmed down with Zymanth there, nodding her head very slowly. "I know... " Pause. "You knew that? I mean... I knew Zymanth was... during the flight, and all. I could feel him there. But... "

W'yn chuckles at Lydieres words about the hat and makes a show of looking at it closelly. "it does a good though right? needed in this heat!" Looking back to Llysereth then himself he smiles lightly before his face takes on an odd expression. "Well, he asked.. he was worried by what Llysereth was saying..then I dont have a clue what happened. He was on the ledge stiring up an awful racket. Shut me out completely and..er.." he blushes then at the rush of emotions that flooded when his dragon finally let him back in. "I had not realised he had done that during her flight.." something a human would class as rude?

"Absolutely," agrees Lydiere. "Anything that makes it less hot and bright on my face is a very good, very important thing." She digs her hands deeper into her pockets, glancing back at W'yn warmly. "Oh," she adds, "Well, I don't know what was happening before the flight, but during it, he was right there-- I could feel, through Llysereth, what he wanted. In retrospect, it was heartbreaking. He blocked you out, though? That's... surprising. I feel sorry for him, more than anything. And she felt awful, afterwards, I think; poor Ahreluth got ignored, since her first priority is others, not herself, and she's not a huge fan of the whole mating thing, anyway."

W'yn smiles softly with an odd expression slipping across his face. "He, well he was having something of a battle with himself I think.." W'yn looks up then and smiles lightly. "He wanted to stay, to be there and for and with Llysereth..but well.." W'yn cant really explain it, his dragons mind was a mess when he came back. "It was like he was totally focused upon what he was trying to reach as though he had lost Llysereth and was trying to find her..does that make sence?" W'yn does not really understand. Suddenly W'yn goes pale and looks really worried. "Oh faranth! Was Ahreluth ok? I mean.. the extact is supposed to be joint for rider and dragon.."

Lydiere gives a short, sage nod of her head. "I suppose I can see that. Poor Zymanth." Hers is a vaguely concerned expression, made as she shakes her head again: "I'm sorry, for his sake. I really am. And yes, it does make sense, to some degree. Llysereth was a mess, herself-- I had no idea how or why she was doing or saying anything. Most disconcerting." She withdraws her hands from her pockets to add, as her hat is straightened again, "Oh, yes. He was fine. She managed to be attentive enough to satisfy him, I think-- and he knows what she's like."

Ly'ette sems happy for once as she meanders slowly across the bowl heading for the living caverns by her current trajectory. A hand is waves in greeting to a couple of riders over in one corner who call to her and as she begins to weave her way towards tehm she spots W'yn and Lydiere and gives a 'give me a minute' sign towrds those that she was about to join and quickly moves over to her weyrmate and the goldrider with a cheery "Guess who? Mind if I join you for a bit?"

W'yn catches the wave just as he was looking towards Zymanth and waving back calls back. "I dont mind.." as if he would!! Turning back to Lydiere though as Ly'ette takes the minute wanted he smiles. "I am rather surprised you knew he was there.." he smiles adding. "Disconcerting and rather unusual is the whole thing.." as ly'ette gets a little closer though W'yn blushes and smiles adding. "At least this explains more about the outcome of, well when Zymanth finally decided to let me back in. Talk about emotional extremes..total worrie..not being able to hear and speak to your dragon is well.." W'yn just shudders before adding. "To the uphoria of a flight, well without the flight.."

"Lys!" greets Lydiere, tilting her head towards the greenrider with a warm expression. "Do join us, indeed. We're just walking-- but your company is always appreciated." The Junior Weyrwoman nods slowly, sagely, in response to W'yn; "Well, I knew because during the flight I /was/ Llysereth, and I felt all that she did. I don't remember a lot, but... it does rather stand out." She grimaces, looking straight ahead of her, quietly, as she adds, "I can't imagine what that would have been like for you."

Ly'ette reaches the pair and, hearing the last of the conversation, nods slowly. "Ah, flight talk." a hand reaches out to touch W'yn gently as she teases. "Your Llysereth would choose to go up the same day as my firelizard. That was a strange day." With a smile, she quickly changes the subject. "Soon be rid of this batch of weyrlings though, ready for the next lot you throw at us."

W'yn cant help but go the same colour as the red-star but he chuckles all the same. "Well one thing is for sure! now its not that day I have had chance to think about it and more thought is needed but that is too taxing for the mind!" he adds opening his arm to snag Ly'ette to his side as teases right along. "Your green was rather the finishing touch wasernt it.. Reyn again? he was rather smug!" W'yn offers with a broad smile.

Ly'ette chuckles, gently poking W'yn in the side. "As I recall he wasn't the only one with a smile on his face." She grins, "Just as well firelizards cant land me with more weyrlings really. Can you imagine the chaos."

W'yn 's face is still slightly red as he quickly glances at Lydiere with a grin before back at Ly'ette and chuckles. "Looks like the weyrlings are under way.." he indicates the gold upon the ledge before raising his hand and laughing. "Ok, I was a very happy person at the end of yesterday!" apart from being almost scaired out of his wits before hand. Smiling then he tilts his head adding. "Jadis was not complaining was she?" his tone teasing as if he was really asking about Lys.

"Like she would never complain. The only time she's happy is when she has a man after she's proddy. Kindof reminds me of that greenrider from Southern. Whats her name. The blone one that sleeps with anything that moves even when her dragons not proddy." Ly'ette waves a hand to dismiss the thought. "Hopefully I can find where she drops the clutch off this time. Didn't manage to find any of the last lot, she probably went and dropped them at people knowing her."

W'yn keeps a hand on ly'ette as he chuckles. "Well! sounds like a nice afternoons work, egg hunting.." he smiles broadly before ohhing and looking to Ly'ette. "Does this mean Ayath will go searching again soon, if candidates are needed? Zymanth loves that.. he is not sensative, though the ones he has searched have been impressed.." he offers with a broad smile. "It was Br'ina who he searched last.." if W'yn remembers right.

Ly'ette grins, a slightly ponderous, slightly plotting look on her face. "You know I might have to drag you along with me this time when I go egg hunting, it's anything but fun, especially when that little madam's involved." She pauses and thinks. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was Bri that you got last, I cant remember now, it seems so long ago really. Ayath's got a fifty fifty record, so I guess we're not too bad, I'll just have to see what she can pull out this time round."

W'yn tilts his head slightly to one side and chuckles. "Its a date!" he smiles broadly before looking about for Ayath and adding. "a 50 50 rate is pretty good, and I know Tiregeth is sensative enough, not seen Br'ina's brown in action though.."

"Sometimes," says Lydiere quietly -- she's been listening to the conversation for the last few minutes, all but silent, "I wish that Llysereth could search. I feel as though I'm missing out! I get to burn my butt on the sands, and you get to pick people out." But her grin is warm, hands digging deeper into pockets, shoulders lowering relaxedly, even if it does make her look all the more skeletal.

Ly'ette winces slightly, not having realised she was perhaps being a bit insensitive. "I'm sorry Lyddie, I never thought. It's not all fun really, you at least get to have eggs." Shes obviously clutching at straws, but keeps trying. "And you get to scare them more than we do."

Lydiere shakes her head, smile indicating that she's not really bothered: "Hush, Lys, I don't really mind. I get to feel all protective about the eggs, and that's enough for me. There's ups and downs to it all, I think." She shifts the hat on her head, again, the dilapidated article looking all the more decrepid as she turns the brim about. "And the scaring is fun. Though I think you end up scaring them even more than I do, in the end-- weyrlingmasters are to be feared."

Ly'ette cant help but chuckles. "Like I could ever be tht scary? Well alright, when Ayath's proddy, I can be a bit weird. And sometimes if they annoy me the weyrlings get a bit of a fright, but I'm a sweet little feline really." With a grin she hugs W'yn slightly. "Aren't I dear." although she doesnt wait for the answer before she adds. "Just never ask any of the weyrlings if I'm scary or not, I think they're biased."

"I seem to remember G'wain mentioning certain incidents, from when he was a weyrling and you were proddy," agrees Lydiere, whose lips twitch with unbidden mirth. "Oh, of course they are. I don't think S'va was really all that bad, but we insisted he was, all the same. Weyrlings /have/ to complain, it's part of the whole experience, so that they can enjoy graduating all the more." Pause. "Did you realise that it's more than five and a half turns since we Impressed, by the way? Amazing, isn't it."

W'yn gives that sweet feline a hug and laughs. "Always dear..At least you get them set up for when they are riders, get few complaints from your weyrlins Lys..I think they fear anyone with a knot different to rider.." his tone is teasing as he looks to Lydiere adding. "I should thank both of you for that.

Ly'ette blinks for a moment. "G'wain tattled on me? Just wait till... Oh, I cant any more can I." With a chuckle she nods. "S'va was alright really, just doing his job. I guess you dont realise till you have to do it yurself how hard it is." Another call comes from over the other side of thebowl and she reluctantly pulls away from W'yn. "I should go, I promised to play darts with some of the others. Have fun you two." and with that she wanders off to join a group of other riders.

"Thank us for what?" queries Lydiere, tilting her head towards W'yn, after raising her hand to Ly'ette, murmuring something of a farewell. "I can well understand that weyrlingmastering would be a hard job. Faranth knows it's one I /couldn't/ do, without hesitation."

W'yn is also confused but trotting after Ly'ette for a moment gives her a warm hug and chuckles. "Any problems again with that Bronze youngling and send for me ok?" He soon trots back to Lydiere and smiles. "Well, something good came out of the event.." he teases lightly before chuckling. "Care to perhaps relax on the beach or somewhere?" he asks lightly before adding. "I wonder if Ayath is aware of what occured?" a curious tone in rippling back into his voice.

Lydiere shakes her head, admitting in a soft, quiet voice, "I'm not sure. Perhaps she is, perhaps she isn't. You can never tell, with dragons." Draping her hands over her hips, as they're withdrawn from her pockets, the Junior Weyrwoman smiles wryly, nodding. "Plenty of good things. And the beach sounds good-- although we'll have to put up with Llysereth coming along to soak; it's the only place where she can forget that she's, in her words, fat and ugly."

W'yn turns round to look to Zymanth and Llysereth and smiles. "Lydie, tell her she looks in wonderful heath.." suddenly there is a grumble and W'yn laughs. Turning back to Lydiere he smiles broadly adding. "Zymanth thinks she looks wonderful, and im afraid he is going to be in toe also.." W'yn chuckles and turns to lead Lydiere away. "Lydiere..have you ever heard of a dragon being like this.. as in mind linking during a flight kinda thing..?" you can tell he really has been thinking about this, but would not say infront of Ly'ette.

"She doesn't believe you," declares Lydiere, after a pause during which she is evidently attempting to get the message through. "She's pretty single-minded over this, I'm afraid, and won't listen to anyone." Llysereth huffs, lifting off from the ledge with a heavy, egg-full push, her form sparkling above as she glides towards the beach. Hesitating, Lydiere watches her lifemate for a moment, and then shakes her head: "I haven't. That's not to say that it hasn't happened before, but-- I don't know. It doesn't seem /normal/, or right, but then... what is normal?"

Zymanth sweeps into the air and begins to circle above the gliding queen. The hum which is of aproval reverbarates from his throat as his eyes never leave the egg-heavy dragon. W'yn watches this for a moment, his own pride at Zymanths bult showing on his face for a moment before he turns back to Lydiere and smiles. "You want to make sure this time you have someone with you when on the sands.. I mean, you are going to get rather egg heavy yourself.." he smiles broadly adding. "You know ill help where I can though I dont think llysereth would accept me sidding watch..Zymanth maybe but not me.." He begins to walk towards the beach falling into thought. "In a way I take it as a wonderful complement, and Zymanth, I don't know he does not speak of it, but is always seeking Llysereths touch." he offers. "if it does not harm, and, well if you are ok with it.." he offers, kind of getting to the point he wanted to ask..if it was intruding or upsetting Lydiere.

W'yn goes to the west, to the outer plateau that lies beyond the Weyr-walls.

Zymanth goes to the west, to the outer plateau that lies beyond the Weyr-walls.

You head down the stairs to the beach.

Llysereth's glide is somewhat less than smooth, as might be expected by her egg-heavy state, and her landing-- invisible, far beyond the weyr walls, right out at sea, makes many a tidal wave, but she does look magestic-- motherly, too. "That's true. I'm likely to be seven or eight months along, by the time those eggs hatch. I'll have to make sure G'wain can be there as often as possible, and you, if Llysereth allows it." She turns her head towards W'yn, noting: "Llysereth likes you, too, you know. Differently to Zymanth - and that's a relationship I can't understand - but she does like you." As she follows down to the beach, bare toes sinking in to the warm sand, she adds, "She dotes upon Zymanth. Perhaps it's because he was the one that caught her first, perhaps just because she likes him, but... she'd do anything for him, I think." Her head shakes, smile warm: "I don't mind. Why should I? She's allowed to dote upon who she pleases."

Zymanth hovers for a moment out of sight of the landing gold (give her her dignaty) but comes in to land not far from Llysereth with less grace that a floundering fish. In the air he is the master of the skies, each skill mastered and enhanced, but on land or sea he is the lumbering-feline his colouring suggests. Grumbling at himself as he composes his wings he turns his eyes towards Llysereth with a bright croon. W'yn watches this and smiles. "She does?!" He supposes he had never really thought about it in that way. "Thankyou Lydiere, Id not thought about that side of things.. I mean I hoped she did like me but.." he shrugs lightly not sure how to continue with that one, though he does bob his head in her direction before turning back to Lydiere and beginning to walk slowly to find a seat. "It is a relationship I cant understand either but he is the same. He would do anything for her, and is so protective but also proud..I dont know its just..well.." he chuckles then. "I wanted to make sure it was not an intrusion or an annoyance. If your happy with it, then I am and im not going to try and do anything to change it..but its growing.." he adds as a sudden thought. Looking out to the gold and bronze then he smiles. "maybe it is because they grew up together then he caught her on the first flight, we have been close and..they just like each other.." he flouders at the end before flopping into a sunny patch on the beach.

Llysereth presents Zymanth with a warm croon that is not un-feeling; truly, she feels for that gracelessness, being rather convinced that she's far too big and bulky to be able to move hardly at all. With the water lapping about her, giving her a certain bouyancy that's no longer hers on land, she relaxes, dropping deeper into the water with a lazy few paddles. "Oh, she does. There are few that she doesn't like, of course, but it's obvious that she really does like you, for you." She tilts her head to the side, grinning quietly at his reaction, a short nod made whilst she moves to sit upon the sand, burying her toes deep into it. "It isn't. You're-- well, my best friend, if I might go so far, and so it isn't as if her like is making me spend time with someone that I don't want to. She takes so much pleasure in his company - that pleases me, too." She glances out to see, towards the pair, nodding: "Maybe. Probably a combination of many things. I'm glad that she has him - she found it so difficult, when there were those problems with G'wain, because she felt that she couldn't like Ahreluth, either. But Zymanth's always there, her trusted ally." She hesitates, to note, "But I do worry for her next flight, if Zymanth chases... Well, that's a turn away. Nothing to worry about, now."

W'yn watches the dragons for a moment and smiles. "To see him so relaxed, calmed and enjoying the company is so thearapeutic. I know he likes you.. he, um.. spoke to you once didnt he?" W'yn asks as he adds. "Another susprising moment for me..never done that with Ly'ette.. though I know he likes her." He smiles then patting the ground for Lydiere and also opening his arm for a hug. "I appreciate that lydiere, for you to say such a thing and If I might be so bold..well..I think the same of you, a a best friend who I know is always there and who i want to be there for.." At this moment there is a huge fountain of water that sends wakes rippling across the waters and sending the sea lapping at the water. Imagin how a wale leaps out of the water and dives, well that is exactly what Zymanth just did. Curious slightly W'yn looks round. "Why would you be worried? I mean I can always take Zymanth away.. he would understand, I think.."

Lydiere nods her head slowly. "He did. Surprised me, too, although Ahreluth did it once, as well." She slides over, leaning in to W'yn's hug, and wrapping her arms about in response, squeezing before she pulls back. "I guess, though, that I always end up around you for the emotional bits, and that's when he feels most concerned, thus..." She trails off, to a sigh. "I'm thrilled that you think the same way. I won't hesitate to call you my best friend, then-- ever." That wave of water draws her attention, head tilting upwards, eyes blinking several times. Finally, she shakes her head: "But I don't want to do that. To him, or to Llysereth. But G'wain is still holdbred, and he... he thought, briefly, that you and I were sleeping together while he and I were fighting. Because Zymanth was around all the time. But I won't do what we did this last time, again. Running away from the facts of life. Because we can't run forever."

W'yn gives Lydiere a hearty squeeze back, but not his full strength. Smiling boadly he nods. "And the same with me.." echoes with his eyes warm. Looking out to see he nods. "I could never do that to anyone. You are Weyrmated to G'wain. If the dragons are involved then it is another matter, but you understand that and remember it." he offers lightly before smiling. "I could not hurt G'wain like that..and deep down Zymanth would not do that either. If Ahreluth clamed ground he would step down, he really would..but there again, in a flight.." W'yn nods slowly as if Lydiere already knows all that. Looking from the galervanting bronze to Lydiere once again he cocks his head slighlty to one side. "He is ok though now? I have not seen G'wain since that faitful party in my weyr."

Zymanth cavorts about the gold, showing off or trying to make her laugh.. one way or the other he is splashing around.

"I know. And, to be honest, I certainly /don't/ think of you in that way - not that that's an insult to you, I'll note. You've got Ly'ette, I've got G'wain, and we're just friends." Lydiere nods her head very slowly, agreeing with a sage expression, "Exactly. I couldn't do that to him, either, even if I wanted to. He's the love of my life, or so I believe, if such a thing exists." She glances out to see, watching Zymanth and Llysereth, the latter of the two regailing the former with a great wave of water-- she's amused, her mind taken off of her depression in delighted revelry. "Flights are different, and we all have to remember that, always. And yes, he's fine. Things seem to be going well - though he's frightfully protective of me, thanks to the sproglet."

W'yn listens and cant help teasing. "not that the time Zymanth caught was not wonderful.." which to him it was and in some strange way sealed the friendship or made it as strong as it is today. "Too true, ive Ly'ette..though Ayath will insist on getting other dragons to win her flights.." his tone turning sarcastic, though he knows its not on purpose..well hopes. Laughting as Zymanths bugled turns rather bubly as his head gets dunked under the wave he continues. "Good Im glad he is looking after you. Got that odd stage out of his system?" he offers before adding. "Please tell him I have no hard feelings towards him, I see him as a good friend and a good rider.." which is the truth. "And though I really enjoy a hug from you when ever I can grab one, I would not dream of trying to sleep with you when you are G'wains..that came out all wrong but you know what I mean?!" He laughs then adding. "And I dont take insult..friend!!!!" his laugh uplifting.

Lydiere's lips take on a twitching motion, and she nods her head: "I wouldn't deny that, no. It was-- well, a special night, in more way than one, and I'd never regret it happening, not for an instant. Ah, Ayath just loves to make life interesting for you both, I'm sure. Unconsciously, subconsciously, whatever." The junior Weyrwoman reaches out one hand to take W'yn's, squeezing it tightly. "Something like that. He's-- ah, he's silly. Worse than Keivare ever was, although I suppose Keivare was older, more mature. I will tell him that, when I get a chance. I know he values you, and your friendship." Winking, the woman adds, "A hug is always free. And yes, I get what you mean," more twitching of her lips, mirthful grin upon her face. "Oh, good. Insult being a bad thing, and all."

W'yn keeps hold of her hand but laughs. "Insulting can be good though a times!" What are friends for if not to insult you lightly eh?!" He chuckles then nodding. "Id tell him if I ever saw him! Actually.. I have got to praise him in the next leader meeting. His wing is the only one with all details in! The others are so. I dont know esh dont get me started!" he offers with a chuckle before turning and adding. "Im glad you decided to go on the holiday, even if you were ill during.."

Lydiere chuckles beneath her breath, gaze flickering back towards the water, where Llysereth is still cavorting with graceless, splashful movements. "You've a point," she assents, grinning. "We all need a good insult, every so often." Nodding, as she leans back, letting her hat flop further over her nose, she notes, "I will tell him that. He, like all of us, always likes some encouragement. But he /does/ do his best to be organized." She lifts one hand to adjust that hat again, remarking, "It didn't feel like much of a holiday, I have to note. I spent most of the time in pain, trying to sleep it off. But it was better than being here, I think; at least I didn't have to try and work through it."

W'yn chuckles and flicks the edge of the flopping hat. Leaning back himself then after watching Zymanth try and splat water with just as little grace towards Llysereth. "He is feeling brave today!" he chuckles before he finally lies his head on the sands. "So, is he relaxing though sometimes? That is the question! at least if he is being protective, he is spending time time right.. !" he offers with a grin. Squeezing the hand held once more he then raises his hands to put them behind his head. "Ly'ette works to hard! but she saves me hassle so im not complaining.. I mean Im here now, feeling a little guilty as she is working, but she knows Im working when she is gallavanting about the place.." he adds with a sigh of relaxation. Zymamth trumpets lightly before diving.

The flopping hat, well-- flops. It's odd how it does that, being so floppy and all. Llysereth returns that splat water, splishing and sploshing right through the waves - delighted, without hesitation - at the game. "He's doing her good; she's been so lazy and grumpy, and I hate it when she's like that. He is, yes. Worrying over me, doing the whole protective father thing, and it's all sweet. Better than him working all of the time, then." She draws her hand back, sliding it into her lap with the other, nodding. "I think we all work too hard. All four of us. And lots of other people, too, I guess."

W'yn laughs at the flopping of the hat as he catches the motion out of the corner of his eye and cant help but do it again. This leads to him leaning on his elbows and with that motion he spots Zymanth floundering with Llysereth and his smile breaks into a broad beam. "It is good to see, not cares in the world..those Weyrlings out there!" his tone teasing before he rols so he is on his side and looking to Lydiere. "So, had arguments on names yet??" he asks with a tease.

"Hey!" Lydiere's voice sounds from under the edge of her hat, and she laughs, teasingly. "My poor hat." She can't really see Llysereth and Zymanth anymore - but she's pleased, all the same, as her smile, which is all that is visible from under the hat, broad. "Perfect," she agrees. "Just like it used to be, before things got complex." She turns her head to face W'yn, even if she can't see a thing, and shakes her head. "Not yet. Faranth knows I can't think of anything good. Have you any ideas?"

W'yn leans forward. "What? what did you say.." he teases as he giggles. Its rather disconcerting talking to a hat with a body. "Life is not too complex you know.." he adds before silently beginning to dig sand from underneath your.. "Ok so it is..names..hmm Id not thought about it, but I will..you thinking of going for the combined thing? girl or boy?"

Lydiere sticks her tongue out from beneath the brim of the hat, and almost gets some of the straw in her mouth in the process. "Oh, ick," she declares, upon that almost-taste, shutting her mouth again. "Oh, it is that complicated, sometimes. At least - it comes off as being that complicated, and that's just as bad." She digs her toes deeper into the sand, fingers letting it sift through them. "Oh, thank you. Any ideas are good. I guess we'll go for the combined, yes. And I wouldn't have a /clue/ if it'll be a girl or a boy."

W'yn slips into silence for a moment G'wain and Lydiere.. Gieren for a male? er.. Dyain for a girl?" he tries but everynow and then another name bursts out. Tilting his head to one side then he adds. "Are you wanting one or the other? What about Ki..he want a sister or brother?"

"Hmm," says Lydiere, taking note of each of the names with a broad smile. "Write down any you particularly like, will you? We're neither of us the creative type, so it should be hard." She leans back, hesitating beneath her hat-cover. "I don't know. I haven't really managed to think about it, yet. I'm having problems enough-- well, anyway. Oh, he wants a little sister, I think."

W'yn laughs. "Not the competition of a brother." he continues to slowly sweep sand from under your arm, close to the shoulder, but such slow and subtle motions as hopefully not to be heard, the hat covering the eyes. As you pick off the hat W'yn quickly stops and for a moment looks quiet guilty before a smile breaks. "Yeah sure, course I will.." he grins broadly, an honour! Laughing then as Zymanth, panting slightly gives a splat of his wings on the waves, as if he still wants to win this war. W'yn looks about then and asks. "More should use this beach. Maybe we should schedule time off into the rota..or wing time off that is.. time to cosialise together.." Suddenly he slaps his forehead and laughs. "See, look..you made me think of work!"

Lydiere indeed misses that movement of sand; she glances about, now that her eyes are unshaded, and then covers those eyes again, flopping backwards. "Faranth, W'yn, forget about work. There's plenty of time to think about that later, remember?"

W'yn laughs openly and nods. "Yes Ma'am!" he chuckles slightly as he looks over. "Would you look at this!" Zymanth, wings slightly drooming waddling with as little grace as a brick has out of the water. "She has warn him out!" chuckling he leans over and looks about the beach. "Have you heard anything from Kairu and Veia at all?" looking at the gold past Zymanth had reminded him. "Oh and Jezzera?" suddenly he sits up and streches before lying down. "Hate it when that happens, my clothes all stick to me!"

Lydiere lifts her eyes, but with the hat pulled down over her eyes so much, it's rather a futile effort. "Poor Zymanth! Llysereth forgets that she's bigger, and since she's done nothing but mope these last few days, she's plenty of energy." The queen warbles, disappointed, still bobbing happily out in the water - she's too fat on land, so she won't even consider coming in. "Not really. I talked to Jezzara a little while ago, but... no, not really. I saw Rayne, too - she's almost graduated already."

Zymanth turns round slowly on land and croons softly out to sea, as if to say he will be back out he will! He turns about to his rider and lifts his muzzle down to him. "ZYmanth your dripping!" W'yn sqeeks before shoving the muzzle out of the way. Zymanth on the other hand sniffs at the hat floped over Lydiere before wuffling it a moment and heading back out to the edge of the sea. W'yn on the other hand laughs and nudges the bronze to go back to the gold while he lifts up the edge of the flopped hat. "It was him honest.. Rayne! Joking, so soon.. must go and see her!" he offers with a grin before adding. "With R'yn sending me off all over the place you think I would be able to catch up with these people..but nope..I forget!"

"Argh!" Poor Lydiere's all wet, now, and her hat is dripping. "Thank you, Zymanth, you're a dear." There's mirth to that comment, as she shakes herself off somewhat, eyes peering back at W'yn from beneath the edge of the flopped hat. "Ah, I don't mind. It was rather warm, anyway." She grins, nodding: "You'd think so, but hey, these things happen. I'm sure you'll get to see her soon."

W'yn cant help it, he is on his back and roaring with laughter! he himself has drips all over his front but its a good excuse to finally take his riding jacket off. Laughing at the state of the floppy hat he also has to add. "Aww look at him, he's all worried.." and what a site. A rather wet 37 meter dragon with drooping wings and his head so low to the group he looks like it must be too heavy for him. His tail flat out behind him and his front legs squat on the ground to his back.

"Oh, poor Zymanth!" Lydiere lifts her head, and her hat, so that her face is visible and under the sun, noting, "But we don't really mind, Zymanth, so I wouldn't worry if I were you. Water's good - Istan summers are just too hot, without it."

W'yn laughs and Zymanth perks up enough to plow back into the sea and begin to try and torment Llysereth once again. W'yn sits up and looks to Lydiere for a while before he speaks again. "Lydiere. Have you had much chance to speak to Ly'ette at all?" an odd chnage of note from this weyrsecond. "I have not been happier with her but..um well.. all too happy?" he offers suddenly.

Llysereth gives a great bugle of delight, showering Zymanth with a great wave of water as her playmate returns; she's as young as a weyrling again, completely heedless of the fact that she's egg-heavy and fat. "Ly'ette? No, I haven't. I admit, I don't see her all that much, at the moment. A few words when I visit the weyrlings, but little more than that... All too happy?"

Zymanth bulges and then let the games begin!! W'yn grins broadly as he watches for a moment before turning to Lydiere and grinning. "Ahh you know. I mean she punched me once! She didnt even shout at me during proddiness or when Zymanth won N'tan and Rianna's flights. You know, we used to have sulks and such..but. Maybe im looking for something.." he offers with a chuckle. "But it has been wonderful Lydi.. really great with Ly'ette.."

"Oh, I see," says Lydiere, nodding her head slowly. She stretches out, pulling her hat down over her face again, noting - "I'm not ignoring you, when I've the hat down. It's not meant to be impolite or anything, you know?" Then, more seriously: "Not all relationships do have problems like that, W'yn. Some can be perfectly idyllic. Mum and her weyrmate are like that; they rarely have more than a minor tiff, and it doesn't last for long." Llysereth takes delight in that bugle, creating another great deluge.

W'yn chuckles and nods, not that that can be seen so realising this speaks. "I know. Never thought you meant it to be rude. Its just if I did that with my jacket you would not hear a word.." being the only item of clothing not already in place. Watching the dragons then bulging and playing he smiles. "You might just be right. Isern't it strange how people can cope with sadness but worrie when they are happy?" he cocks his head to one side and chuckles. "Abit deep eh? wanna swim instead?"

"I just thought I'd emphasise it; I don't want to see at all rude, but I know that if I burn now, I'll be in agony once Llysereth hits the sands, and I really want to avoid that at all costs." Lydiere shifts her position, digging toes deeper, looking up. "That's true. We're all so... I don't know. We expect things to be less than perfect, and once we stop expecting that, it suddenly all goes wrong. At least, that's what's happened to me." Tilting her head to the side, she nods - or rather, the hat does. "A swim would be /good/."

W'yn sits up and streches. "Shall we join the sea dwelling ones?" he offers chuckling before streching his legs out. "You know its right. Always think positive..that was my motto..think im gunna take it again!" as Zymanth is informed that his rider is joining, nothing happnes. the dragon is too engrossed in his playing, jumping in the waves, splashing and cavorting about.

Lydiere sits up with some difficulty; she's been sitting too long, see! Shifting her hat about, although she refrains from taking it off, she rolls up her breeches, tying her shirt up about her waist somewhat - which gives a rather clearer indication of not only how skinny she is, but also how the first signs of her pregnancy are visible about her abdomen. "A good idea - it's a good motto." Llysereth sends a wave towards Lydiere, teasingly, as Lydiere steps into the water and is immediately drenched. "Bah!"

W'yn , who had not quite got to the waters edge laughs out loud and claps his hands cheering to Llysereth. He himself then steps back and takes of shirt and shoes, everthing but his trousers which he also rolls up. Walking up to Lydiere then he chuckles. "Perhaps get some colour on your legs too eh?!" he offers with a tease before smiling. "Build up some muscles.." he can talk! as he dives into the water you can see that he did not get the nickname 'Runt' for nothing! Resurfacing and removing hair from his eyes he waits to watch Lydiere, a broad smile on his face.

Lydiere steps in more gingerly, although she's already wet through and it can hardly matter much. "Oh, hush. My legs aren't /that/ pa--" she glances down, and grimaces. "I used to have such a nice tan, too, but I'm chronically pale, now, and it really isn't a good look." She wades in, keeping her hat firmly in place, as Llysereth aims another deluge towards her. "Llysereth!"

W'yn laughs as he 'doggie-paddle' style swimms up to Lydiere before turning into a more normal stroke. "See, its all the time youhave been spending in that Weyr of yours, for er..ahem.. whatever reason." his tone adding to the tease. Rolling like Zymanth does to look up to Lydiere he chuckles. "Im really pleased you have found G'wain, know that?" Zymanth ducks his head then and before another word can be spoken on the subject a stream of water is blown over his rider. "Zymm..." is all that is gotten out before Wylin is dunked!

"Sex, and lots of it," says Lydiere, with a straight face, before she bursts into laughter-- and gets dunked, all at the same time, her hat beginning to float away. She rescues the rather sad looking straw article, giving it a mournful glance, and then laughs. "So am I, believe me. I was fully happy with being alone, with just Llysereth, but... I would't give him up for anything. I'm glad you've got Lys, too."

W'yn looks shocked at first, his face a picture before he joins in laughing and seen an oportiunity dives for the soddend hat. Zymanth had turned his attention back to Llysereth and begins to slapsh and wing slap the water creating great wakes all about it. W'yn, after swallowing the water a few times while laughing gains enough breath to talk. "Thanks Lydi, I am happy.. for her as well as for me. All i have to do now is pluck up the courage to ask her to share my weyr..Ive still not done it you know!" he adds with a grin before coughing out a few drips of water.

Llysereth continues to make great waves of water, having an absolute whale of a time, which only makes the poor hat more of a mess - it begins to bob away again, carried away by the force of the waves. Lydiere lunges, and misses. "I think that one might be a lost cause," she decides, at length, between great gasps of air and Llysereth-made waves. "Faranth!" She turns her head about, and nods: "You should. I bet she wouldn't say no."