PernMUSH Moments

Hot Spring, High Reaches Weyr

Tucked away against the unrelenting rock of one of the mountains of the High Reaches range is a large hot spring surrounded by trees. The pool resulting from the spring is several dragonslengths accross providing space for perhaps a half-dozen people and their lifemates. Apparently accessible only from the air, a nearby clearing is large enough for a small number of dragons to land. Some distance below the spring, at the abrupt end of a steep trail is another, larger clearing. Heated by a natural geothermal vent, the lightly bubbling spring maintains a comfortably hot temperature all Turn, even when there is snow almost up to the edge of the hot pool.

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Nabrimeth

M'wen

Maxeoth

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The spring air of the early evening drifts lazily over the surface of the hotsprings, the trails of steam curling along with it. The weather is still nippy but much improved from the bitter chill of the so recent passed High Reaches winter. Taking advantage of the changing seasons M'wen is floating contentedly in the springs, the barely visible bulk of Maxeoth keeping a multi fauceted eye on his rider.

Winging in overhead and then turning to drop down into the small clearing, Nabrimeth lets out a happy warble when she spies her favorite brown. The gold holds still, helping Tavrie to climb down before she wanders his way and curls up to relax. Tavrie wanders toward the hot spring, looking curious and perhaps a little hesitant. When she sees M’wen though, she can’t help but smile fondly. “Evening, M’wen. Looks like we had the same idea tonight,” she tells him.

Maxeoth attempts to return the call with a bugle of his own, the attempt failing when the brown doesn't lift his head from under the water, nothing but bubbles coming out in place of his call. M'wen chuckles at the brown before lifting his gaze to the approaching gold and her rider. Upon the arrival of the pair, the brownrider returns the smile with one of his own, a similar fond look mirrored. "Well a good idea's a good idea, no? I didn't expect any company this evening but this is a pleasant surprise."

Nabrimeth lounges contentedly alongside the spring, seeming amused by Maxeoth’s bubbly greeting. Tavrie nears the edge and then slips out of her pants and top, a modest one piece suit underneath remains and she steps down carefully, climbing into the spring and sighing with relief. “Exactly, but it is a –great- idea. This feels so good,” she murmurs happily. “So, how are you? How are things with your wing?” she asks him.

M'wen nears slightly to make conversation easier, treading water with little appearance of effort. The sigh of relief elicits a small chuckle from the wingleader, a grin shot along with it to the woman. Answering her question, "I'm doing good enough. I've been very busy and a little lonely." He gives a little twisted smile, "though I doubt that'll stay long with those two I tapped in my wing. Jo'el and Ta'ryn are quite a pair." He looks to the left than right, "I guess that answered both your questions in one. Convenient." He raises a brow at the goldrider, a clear signal of return the questions back on her.

Tavrie nods, looking thoughtful for a moment and then finally smiles. “Yes, those two are quite the pair,” she agrees. “Ta’ryn is mysterious character. He seems to have more cards up his sleeves than he lets on,” the Weyrwoman notes for the new bluerider. “But he’s a loveable scoundrel,” she admits. “And his blue is a very handsome fellow,” she adds with a grin. “So then, if you are their wingleader, you must be the one taking them on a tour of Pern?” she asks.

"I don't really know what to think about Ta'ryn sometimes." M'wen replies with a pondering eye. "I have to agree that there's a lot more to him than meets the eye. For sure." Her question gets a grin and a nod, "You were told about that? It's good to know that it gets them excited enough to let you know. I felt that it's a good idea to see all the Weyrs as well as the main holds. We are here to protect Pern so we might as well know the places we wish to protect. I got the idea from R'hin from during our weyrlinghood."

Tavrie nods, giggling over Ta’ryn. “He mentioned it when I took him to pick a weyr,” she informs him. “Sounds like he’s really excited to go,” the Weyrwoman admits. “I think it is a great idea,” she adds happily. “Did R’hin take the Weyrlings to see all those places?” she queries, sinking into the water a little lower and closing her eyes.

M'wen looks pleased with the news, a half smile on his features, "That's good to hear... I was hoping to get a little bit of wonder and excitement back into their lives after the disillusionment that I'm sure most weyrlings get when they realize having a dragon isn't all prestige and easy living." M'wen hmm's to himself in thought, expression slightly glazed before answering, "Only me, him and occasionally Satiet ever went to all the Weyrs just for the sake of doing so. He trusted me for some strange reason that I've still never figured out."

Tavrie looks out over the waters a moment. “He and I sort of fell apart pretty quickly,” she murmurs. “I liked him, but he was very, well, sharp about some things,” the blonde notes after a moment. “I wonder what he’s doing now,” she asks no one in particular, just pondering. “Do you ever hear from him or did I cause you two to fall out?” the Weyrwoman asks of him, unsure.

"If I remember rightly," M'wen begins with a tentative grin. "The main point of conflict between the two of you was me. I felt pretty important back then..." He trails off looking a bit sheepish. "Anyway," He changes that line of thought, quite deftly in fact, "I don't hear from him anymore, but I don't think you are at all the cause of that. I think Satiet caused him to lose hope for all his dreams and aspirations, I miss him."

Tavrie grins in a Cheshire manner and shrugs helplessly. “You were pretty important to both of us. You’re still important,” she tells him. “He didn’t want me to hurt you, but actually, his coming down on me made me want to get away from both of you for a while,” she admits, remembering how things were. “I hope she didn’t crush his dreams. She was so cold,” Tavrie remembers, shivering despite the warm water. “But those days are behind us. I don’t intend to ever be that sort of Weyrwoman,” she states firmly.

M'wen drops his gaze in embarrassment, though the comment was likely fishing for praise. He swims towards the edge to rest, holding on to an edge to avoid having to tread water anymore. "I didn't like that at all. When you were avoiding me that is. Especially back then when we were more..." He trails off, glancing over at Maxeoth to hide his slight discomfort. "And you couldn't be. You care too much about others to treat them like that. That's one of the biggest reasons I knew you were a good person from the start." He glances around the hot springs, a small smile playing across his features, "You know... This is the first place I ever saw you."

Tavrie smiles at him more softly, the grin having disappeared to leave a more gently and subtle expression. “Thank you, that’s kind of you to say,” she tells him, looking down at the water then watching him move to the edge. “Yes, that’s right. I remember that. And it seems like we kept running into each other from there on in,” she notes, pulling herself back out of the water and wandering over to get a towel out of a bag hooked to Nabrimeth’s straps before returning to the edge of the pool where her clothes are. She stands there a bit, drying off.

"Indeed we did. It was nice to have a friend like you back then. The rest of them were all too serious." M'wen replies with a happy look, his tone mirroring the expression. "And don't think I'm just saying that because we're friends... I meant every word." He glances up as she exits the pool, looking away quickly with a faint twinge of embarrassment, "I'm glad you stayed. Everyone else I knew and cared about has gone along on their own way turns ago." He is keeping his gaze pointedly on Maxeoth now, his features looking to be schooled to a look of indifference.

Tavrie wraps the towel around herself and then sits down on a relatively clean rock ledge by the pool. “Well, I don’t think you can say that I stayed. I was sent away, after all. But at least I got to return. And I do not intend to leave again,” she tells him, looking serious for now and quite resolute. “Come now M’wen, don’t be so modest. It is just a one piece swim suit, after all,” she teases him. “And now, I’m wrapped safely in a towel,” she adds with a soft snicker.

M'wen turns back, a twisted smile offered her correction, "Details, details. The fact is you're here now and they aren't. That's what is important to me." He gives a theatrical frown and crosses his arms over his chest which inadvertently causes the brownrider to submerge, having let go of his handhold on the edge. A splash signifies his return to the surface, a few sputter gasps before he looks back to the goldrider, "That didn't happen. And I can be modest if I want, can't really help it, now can I?" He rests his elbows on the edge, shooting a joke glare at the woman.

Tavrie laughs and sighs deeply. “Whatever will we do with you?” she teases him when he’s done with his spluttering and mock-defense. “I like you modest,” she notes after a moment. “Sometimes,” she amends that and then rises, dropping the towel now and sliding her clothes back on over her suit. “I need to get back now. It was good seeing you here, M’wen,” she tells him with a warm smile. Then, towel in hand, she head back to Nabrimeth and tucks it away.

"Good question." M'wen states with a trace of unhappiness in his voice, "Sometimes?" M'wen can only knit his brows in thought, the confusion at the goldriders statements clear to be the main topic on his mind. He lifts his gaze at her farewell, giving one of his own, "It was nice to see you as well, I hope you'll be around to visit me sometimes. Have a good flight back." He gives a brief smile before dropping back into the water with a brooding look, and a few bubbles of farewell from Maxeoth.

“Yes, sometimes,” she tells him with no further hint as to what she means. Then, she waves and climbs up to sit among Nabrimeth’s neckridges. “Clear skies, M’wen,” she calls before the gold leaps skyward with a loud call to Maxeoth.