From Riyth's neck, Jozzie looks as the weyrlings file in on their dragons, "Are you ready to go?" she asks as she waves towards them. Riyth is already waiting with his eyes whirling a calming spell of green.

From Esmeyath's neck, Zeja looks over at her fellow weyrlings with a smile as she readjusts the straps around her. Seeing Jozzie, she grins, offers a wave, and calls, "I know we are. Where are we going today?" All that comes before she exclaims "Oh!" and does her sloppy salute. 

D'baji gives a quick pat to the riding straps, waving to Jozzie with a spare hand and nodding. "Ready, yup, totally," is called out, echoed by Nverath with a sort of snort. And Baji'll happily 'forget' any salutings going on for today. His arms are tired, that's his excuse.

From Riyth's neck, Jozzie replies, "A little spot that E'an, N'ano and I had found when we where weyrlings. They call it the Silver Cove, you'll like it." The bluerider winks at the both as she settles on her lifemate's 'ridges. The rider nods once again, "Keep close and follow me." Riyth springs from the ground as he takes to the air, straight up into the sky above the bowl.
Riyth takes off.

**And they fly**

Silver Cove
  The turquoise waters of the cove rise and fall gently as the ocean swells roll into the beaches to the east.  The water is crystal clear, and you can see down to the white sandy bottom of the cove, where schools of yellowtail and silvery fingerfish dart among the waves.   You see a small pier extending from the north beach of the cove, and you can just barely make out some sort of structure through the trees just beyond the north beach.

Riyth skims the waters of the cove, paddling about in the water with his lifemate still buckled ontop. Jozzie turns her hips slightly as she looks towards the riders in back of her. "Which beach?" she asks, making a gesture to the one to the north and another to the south. Then she motions to the main beach, but she always like the secluded ones better.

Esmeyath follows briskly behind the blue, or attempts to. Zeja grins as her lifemate dives down toward the cove, exclaiming a "WHOOO!" and laughing. "It's beautiful!" she calls to Jozzie before turning toward D'baji. "Isn't it great to be able to get /out/ again?" She shrugs toward the bluerider, smiling. "I really have no preference. Water is water, and that's fine with me!"

Nverath is more than happy to dip a bit all over, though the general feeling would be, of course, trailing the blue pair. A talon is dipped into the water, and the bronze stops to circle around, for the sake of watching the ripples he's made. And then beating wings like a maniac to catch up the lost distance. "Hey! You've told me about this place, haven't you?" he nearly yells out towards Jozzie, and then shrugging. "That one?" Insert an over-pronounced gesture towards the north side.

"It is!" is agreed heartily to Zeja. "It's... Liberating? Though that's obvious."

From Riyth's neck, Jozzie smiles towards D'baji, then offering a shrug of her lean shoulders. "I can't remember if I have or not." she replies. "Alright," she calls as she directs her blue over towards the North Beach. 

Riyth swims to the north beach, and wades out of the water.

Esmeyath shuffles awkwardly to the east.

North Silver Cove Beach
    The blinding white beach here shines in sharp contrast to the deep turquoise blue of the waters beyond. The fine, soft white sand scrunches under your feet as you walk, and the sun makes the sand very hot. You may want to wade into the cool waters of the cove to cool off, or head east back into the forest.  Another path winds north into the forest, while the beach to the northwest ends in rocks and tidepools.
    If you glance east, you can easily see a path leading to the Silver Cove Inn, nestled among the trees.  West, a small stone pier juts out into the bay, for small sailing yachts to dock for the day. To the northwest, you can see the pale glimmer of water.

From Riyth's neck, Jozzie unbuckles from Riyth as they wade into shore. As soon as they reach it, Riyth is kind enough to extend his forearm out to allow Jozzie to dismount from the blue's neckridges. Slipping off her dragon in a rather sleek fashion, she begins to kick off her boots. Promptly wiggling her toes in the sand as soon as they are off of her feet.

Jozzie slides from Riyth's neck and lands gently on the ground.
Esmeyath wades toward the shore, settling down beside the blue, eyes blinking toward her lifemate. "I know," Zeja replies, "they are lovely, and so is this." She turns toward the bluerider with a grin. "So let's stay here forever-- rule free! How's that?" Unstrapping herself, she slides swiftly down Esm's neck and shoulder, leaning back against the dragon as she grins.

D'baji pauses to take a good long look around, more out of habit than anything, while Nverath follows the other two dragons towards the shore. "Not so much, no," is muttered to the dragon as, like the other two, he fiddles with the buckles until he's nicely unhooked from his dragon, sliding down into the shallower water Nverath has reached, and nodding permission for the bronze to go back a bit deeper. "I like the idea," is shrugged Zejawards, a might stretch following.
You follow a path of wispy white from shoulder to forearm to slide to the ground from Nverath's neck, landing lightly.

Zeja slides from Esmeyath's neck and lands gently on the ground.

Jozzie smiles affectionatly at Zeja, the bluerider almost remembering saying something of the same fashion once. "Forever is a long time," she giggles, "It is a sight that I will never get tired of." She runs her hands through her tresses as she takes a peek around the beach. "The white sands, the turquise waters... the smell of Ista's most pleasent vegetation." she takes a deep breath as she closes her eyes for a moment. Then she reopens them to look to the two with a wide grin, "So, who is up for a swim?"

Zeja grins toward D'baji. Anyone who likes her ideas gets a + in her book. Esmeyath curls up in the sand, watching her swishing tail create a small wall on either side of her. Ze speaks up as she slips off shirt and pants to wear her always-present swimsuit; habit from growing up in a fishing hold. "Oh, no, Esmeyath would push me to get back to work sooner or later," she replies with a giggle and shrug. "She worries me sometimes with her 'Let's do extra work!' mentality." She nods slowly at Jozzie's words as inhales the fresh air. "Oh, I always am," she replies with a grin, already moving toward the water.

"Oh, not that long," D'baji notes. "I mean, the dragons could go for food easily enough from here. And maybe we could send out for supplies... I'm sure the time would pass wonderfully quickly." And now, stretch finishing, he strips off the shirt. "Swimming'd be good..." Pants are partially pulled down, frowned at, and brought back up, Baji settling to take off those boots instead. "Don't have my shorts, though. S'okay. I don't mind the wet pants later..." And now to go and join the floating Nverath.

Jozzie looks at both of then, seeming to blink slowly. "Oh," she says, "I thought you two won't mind swimming without any clothes on?" Jozzie is used to swimming without any clothes on, especially at this cove particularly. There isn't that much wrong with riders swimming nekkid. In fact, R'ley, someother riders and herself did so sometime before the candidates came right in the Lake. Scary thought...

"There would have to be fruit or something nearby," the greenrider comments as she slides into the water, dunking underneath as soon as she finds it deep enough. "But it would be nice to invite many here to have a bonfire or something." She's thinking HUGE party. Harper Happy Music. Lotsa beer. Kegger, so to speak. A furrowed forehead goes to D'baji as she thinks. "Waterlogged pants. Ugh. Just don't wear them." Nonchalant shrug then brings her to a smirk at Jozzie's words. "Fine with me," she replies, moving back toward shore, dedonning as she goes. A croon from her lifemate then brings her back to the green. "Yeah, you can strip and swim, too, Esm," she says with a grin, removing the straps, and the pair return to the water.

D'baji pauses before his feet actually hit the water. "Ooh, a bonfire would be good. We could invite all the people who aren't at the Weyr? Like, people we knew before Impression and that? And then dunk them?" Swoon. Red-topped head pivots to peer at Jozzie. "No pants? But... I mean, I've gotta have pants, it just doesn't seem right. And y'know, water might be cold..." Pfft, at Ista? It's just that bronzer modesty shining through. "Well, y'know, I've got some shorts in the barracks? And then we won't have to deal with the waterlogged pants at all!" It's really a brilliant idea, when you get thinking about it. Though Nverath's less than happy about having to get out of the water just for the sake of some article of clothing. "I'll be back, hopefully... Y'know, if I'm not caught by the scruff or anything. Darned Weyrlingmasters." That last said with a wink to Jozzie before he mounts.