Wyndy Redfruit

Ierne Weyrhold - Central Plaza

The main plaza of Ierne Weyrhold is abustle with activity, as people of various occupation move to and fro through the area. The plaza itself is cobbled stone, much like the roads leading from it, and extends to the east, where it is abutted by a couple of large buildings.

The main administrative complex for the Weyrhold borders the plaza here, to the west; within, the dining facilities of the weyrhold, and the offices of the weyrhold's staff, are located. A single-story building just to the north of it serves as the guest hall, separated from the hall by a courtyard garden and reflecting pool. Roads lead northward, toward the main harbor, crafthalls, cotholds, and recreational areas, and to the south, toward the river docks and the 'rider residences.

People: G'tor, Wyndrei.

A light wind blows across the crowded noontime plaza of Ierne Weyrhold. Through the crowd strides the confident form of G'tor, a blue firelizard on each shoulder, chirping in unison for food. He still wears a Telgar wingleader's knot for all the rest of his clothing makes it clear that he is not, in fact, still dwelling at Telgar. He stops beside a stall selling fruit and begins to examine his options, only furthering the unhappiness of his blue charges.

The wind catches her hair a bit and Wyndrei pauses to look up then onward along her path. The blue flits catch her eye, a pair no less, on one man, and she grins widely as she gets nearer to the trio, "Gentlemen," she says in greeting as she waits for her turn at the fruit.

G'tor passes a quarter-mark to the vendor and receives two redfruit in return. When Wyndrei approaches Mare and Cura turn in unison and chirp at her, hello! G'tor's a bit slower, his right arm swinging somewhat limply since he's not making an effort to control it. A smile cracks his weathered face, "M'lady." He inclines his head slightly and steps back from the stall, motioning with his left hand for her to move forward to the stall, "What brings you to Ierne?"

Her own blue chirps too and his tail curls out from her hair, the smallish flit making his presence known. Wyndrei smiles up at G'tor, "M'lord…" she answers somewhat unsure of that reply. "Oh, I am studying to be a dragonhealer…what about you, a resident?"

G'tor smiles as his blues start to gossip with Wyndrei's blue, "Just passing through. I'm looking for a new home." He shrugs and grins, "I'm just not comfortable outside a proper Weyr, though."

Wyndrei grins some as the blues start in with their choruses to each other and she reaches to pet hers gently. "Oh.. well yes I'd not call this home, per se, but it is where I must attend classes so, at least in part. I hope to get assigned soon.." she says with a wistful look on her face.

G'tor grins, "I remember those days." He chuckles, "I almost miss being an apprentice sometimes." He shrugs, causing his blues to take flight and land on a nearby awning, "What are you taking classes in?"

"Well.. Senior Apprentice..I'm" and she pauses to hold up her hand, forefinger and thumb a breath a part, "THIS close.." She grins and then her blue follows, spinning around a little before perching up high, "It's mostly that I need more time in to show what I've learned.. though the class I am taking now is specifically for breeding issues.. I think they'd like for me to choose a specialty but one hasn't really.. spoken to me yet."

G'tor grins, "That's wonderful… but… mating issues? Are you a healer?" One eyebrow is quirked up, meeting his hairline.

"Oh yes, a dragonhealer.." she says proudly. "What about you sir.." and she eyes the knot, "From Telgar I guess?"

G'tor's mouth draws into a tiny 'o', then he grins, "That makes more sense than a normal healer taking classes here." He chuckles when she asks about him, "Talime and I used to be stationed at Telgar. 'Fore I impressed I was a harper," he winks, "Hence the blue. We're looking for somewhere else to be. Too much history there."

Wyndrei smiles, "Oh yes right, my mother was a /normal/ healer…I'm the weird one.." and she winks. "Oh truly, a harper.. how interesting.. but you aren't one now?" she asks. The names confuse her a bit and her head tilts, "Talime is your dragon?" she asks, though her brows quirk, that isn't a dragon name.

G'tor guffaws loudly, throwing his head back against his shoulders. After a few moments he regains his breath, "Talime? My dragon? I'll have to tell her that, she'll think it's hilarious. No, she's my weyrmate, rider to green Warith. I'm brown Nyth's." He grins, "Nothin' wrong with dragon healing… and I mostly weyrsinger now, though I can do most jobs around a Weyr."

Her blush is quick and deep when G'tor starts to laugh and she reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, "Oh.. well..right yes of course.." she says then shakes her head. "I'm Wyndrei, most call me Wyn.. and what was your name?" she asks. "Oh please don't tell her that.. it's no reflection on /her/.."

G'tor chuckles, "She could use the laugh, and she would. I'm G'tor… already said I was brown Nyth's." He points haphazardly to a large brown on the nearby heights, "He puts up with me. He wants to sire another clutch, I just want to settle down."

Wyn blushes and nods, "Well alright.." she says as if he'd not tell just because she asked. She glances to the brown and nods, smiling, "A handsome fella.." then she hrms, "Oh really.. well.. I suppose they choose..you comply.." she says with a soft nod. "Any ideas where you want to end up?"

Nyth bugles from the heights, well aware that he's being shown off. G'tor winces, then shrugs, "I've been around the other Weyrs now… and I'm thinking maybe Fort. Kessa seems nice, if a tad… eccentric… and there's a place for a man of my talents there. Talime just wants stone around us again."

The bugling makes her grin yet more then she looks to G'tor and nods, "Ahh.. well I haven't met her…" she says of Kessa. "Oh? Which the singing? Flying? Or.. oddjobs?" she asks with a grin. "Maybe it will work out then..for you both."

G'tor grins, "She's not very social. /If/ you ever do see her, she'll probably be putting up with me dragging her somewhere or practicing with weapons since our weyr isn't big enough to do so inside." He blinks, "Oh, you meant Kessa? I met her a few days ago. I've been going to different Weyrs to see what they're like." Then he grins, "Oh, most anything. I've wingled and helped weyrsecond. In addition to Weyrsinging I've even done a brief stint as Weyrling master. I'm kind of a catch all rider."

Wyn nods, "Oh.." and she grins some. "I travel some but my focus is usually the dragons and the other healers I'm with.." She listens to his long list of abilities then nods her head, "An asset wherever you go then."

G'tor smiles and shrugs, "Seems everywhere except for Telgar. New Weyrwoman didn't want Nyth sniffing around the other golds anymore." He shrugs, "It's good to learn about dragons. They need healers too and people tend to forget it."

Wyn nods some, "Ohh..well.. yes I like to travel about some.. hope to find my father someday.." she says with a nod. "He was a rider.. I don't think he ever knew about me.. which I guess is common.. but I wouldn't mind finding him all the same."

G'tor smiles, "It's more common than it should be in the modern day. How much do you know about him? I might know him." He nods a little, "Travelling's a fine activity for the young. At my age I kind of like to settle down."

Wyn brightens some at talk of her father, "I don't know a lot.. just a name.. Eleneth's R'il.." she says with a day-dreamy sort of look on her face. "His was a blue.." she adds. "My mother passed when I was born so the name is all I know.." she says with a sigh.

G'tor smiles and shrugs, "Well, I haven't met him, but I'll let you know if I do. Sounds like you've had quite the life."

Wyn smiles, "It's okay.. thanks.. I just keep an eye out.. thinking maybe someday I'll see someone and just.. know.." and she exhales a bit.

G'tor smiles, recognizing some longing there, "Well, good luck with that."

Wyn nods ,"Thanks..and good luck to you too, in your search for a home."

G'tor smiles, "Thanks. I'm sure I'll manage. Let me know if you need anything, eh?"

Wyn tilts her head, "Well.. just.. keep an eye out for my dad.. and I guess.. if you find a place you really like, pass the word. I'm not sure if I get to choose or not anyway, they may just stick me somewhere…" she says thoughtfully.

G'tor smiles, "Well… you may or may not get to chose. But it never hurts to request. Most crafts are pretty forgiving nowadays. I was on my way to Fort Hold when I was searched."

"I suppose.. I'd not know where to request anyway..Fort huh.. I might visit out there.." Wyn comments then her blue zips down and flutters aruond near her before her arms extends and he takes his spot at her neck, snuffling her hair.

G'tor chuckles, "I grew up at the Harper Hall, so Fort's home, in a way." He motions towards her blue, "What's his name?"

"Oh well that's true, I guess it'd be nice to return there.." she says with a nod. "Oh, Mister Handsome there is Milo.." she says with a fond scritch to his chin.

G'tor smiles, "I miss the cold." Then he chuckles, "Nice name. Those two," he points to his two watching warily from the awning, "are Mare and Cura."

Wyn smiles a bit, "Oh that's right it'd be cold there.." she says with a nod. "Very nice.." she says with a nod to the flit pair. Her own chirps at her and she grouses, "Ok ok… I'm sorry..I have to run..classes.." and her eyes roll some. She turns to go, having forgotten all about fruit.

G'tor smiles and nods, "Never keep a master waiting."

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