Northern Bowl
Seasonal winds lash up against the wall of the bowl, whipping the already hard-packed dirt into tiny dervishes of dust and debris: grit catches in the narrow clefts that crack upwards, branching out around ornate arch of the Council chambers to the north and higher about Weyrleaders' ledges and Riders' more distant niches and nooks.  Westward, the junior queens' weyrs slant to the bowl floor, while to the northwest, wind roars through the tunnels that lead into the Hatching Sands.  Off to the east lie the equally well-tended Weyrling grounds.
  It is a summer sunset.
Clinging wind-blasted to Council arch are Orphan and Fiannan.
Green Alymath is here.
Lylia is here.
Obvious exits:
Training Grounds     Council Rooms     Sands     Jr Queens' Weyrs     Central Bowl

"Eep?" Lylia peers up. And up. Dragon. Green dragon, Alymath in fact. But without Druseth, she feels pitifully small near dragons, suddenly. Not that she's even used to being without her Dru. But just as quickly as her shock came, she relaxes, giving an idle wave.

Lis waves cheerily from atop her big green seat, face reddened by the winds prevalent even in the summertime. "Lylia! Isn't it just wonderful, flying?" /She/ certainly looks like she's been enjoying it.

"Yep!" And an eager nod follows as Lylia beams up at Lis. "I love it... It's freedom."

Lis lets out a wistful sigh. "Tell me about it. But it's some cold freedom..." And with that, she carefully slithers down her lifemate's side. The ground is a /good/ thing.

Down you go! Just mind the sharp dragon-elbow, there.

"Cold?" Lylia waves it off with a slight gesture. "Not cold." Warm! Almost. Not really. Maybe it's just her brown's hide. "But it's lovely to feel the freedom, and be above it.... I can't wait till we can fly farther." Giggling erupts, and Ly peers closely at Lis. "Where do you want to go when you can?" Not somewhere hot, hopefully.

Gar's not to hot, is it? "Starcraft, actually. At Hold Gar," Lis answers her brownling friend. "I've got people there I've been meaning to see for Turns. Besides, I'd kill a wherry with my own /teeth/ for some Gar cider." She's talking about the, nice, non-fermented stuff. Sure. Right. "How 'bout you?" she asks, turning the question back at Lylia as she leans casually 'gainst her lifemate.

"Ohhh." A vigorous nod, and Lylia pauses, biting her lower lip. Where, where... Her toe taps lightly, before she gives a slight shrug. "I don't know. I'd like to go exploring around the mountains..." A vague point is given in a High Reaches Hold-wards direction. "Or maybe visit the southern continent. Spend time with Druseth. Walk. Only place with heat worth going to, anyway." Another shrug. Social girl, craving the lonesome place... Odd? Not that anything is anything but odd for her...

Lis peers at Lylia with a curious tilt of her head, hair falling over her face. Erph. Brushing that back, she asks, "But, why all the way out there? I mean, I admire those mountains as much as the next weyrfolk, but there's /nobody/ out there." A quick beam is shared by the rider and her dragon b'fore the girl continues. "I like being around people. Alymath does too."

"So?" Lylia gives a quirked grin, stretching her arms out as she gives a slight shrug. Her jade eyes take on an amused expression. "There's people, I'm sure. And Druseth wants to see them. It'd be fun, I think." Mountains are cool, and nothing'll change her mind. "I love forests... Being outside, really. Druseth likes dark places, so the mountains seem good." Random glances shift around the area, her grin widening faintly. "I like people. Druseth does too. But being alone can be fun too. 'Sides, I've also got some people to hunt down... Healer hall would have to be a stop." Scary people, there. With mallets and stuff.

A smirk of a grin brightens Lis' faces as she tells the praise of her lifemate. "Alymath just likes to be seen by people. Not concieted... No. She just likes being looked at." By human and dragon - 'specially those males - alike. "I never really liked 'alone..." She's never really /been/ alone either. Not lately.

"Not alone with a dragon..." Lylia gives a mumbled reply, eyes peeking up at Lis. "Druseth doesn't mind people. But he can be a little shy. I love to explore, and no one can keep up sometimes." The brownling gives a snort. Not that she'd want someone who might make her slow her hiking. "But me and him can do fine. But I like people." Even if her best friend used to be a ferret. She likes people, really.

Lis ' best friends were /books/ for a while. The curse of Apprenticehood. "That's true, but people are... They're /people/. Besides, I wouldn't want to go anywhere where everything wasn't close by. Y'know, basic necessities." Shelter, water, cookies. "Then again," a slim, caloused hand gently rubs the smooth green hide of her resting dragon. "Her and I like to watch the stars all by ourselves..." Alymath's almost people, though.

"Y'see?" Lylia gestures towards the green. "Me and Druseth like to walk in the shadows by ourselves... But they'll be only a dragonhop away." Lylia's grin widens. And dragons hopping are scary. "People are people, but I can deal by myself. One reason I liked people so much when I spend most of my time in the living caverns was because I had wine to loosen my tongue."

Lis can't help but agree, a little shrug acknowledging Lylia's answer. The mention of wine brings a good-natured snort from the ex-Garish, eyes dancing playfully as she affects a haughty air. "Hah. Who needs this... wine... when you've got a nice Garish cider, eh?" Lis asks, peering down her round nose. "Doesn't even have to be the fermented kind." No penchant for alcohol /here/. Just cookies.

"Because wine is /good/." And that's that. For Lylia, anywho. "It's yummy and good and... and..." Her face takes on a scowl, as her eyes sloooowly twist back to the direction of the barracks. "And even though we can't have alcohol for awhile, my dragon doesn't like it." Sniff. Cry. Cookies must suffice. With yummyness for all.

Lis quirks a brow at Lylia. "He doesn't like alcohol, or he doesn't like you having alcohol?" Bit of a difference there, but Lis hasn't yet met a dragon who /liked/ to drink. "Gar cider's yummier. Not so bitter, but it's an acquired taste. Start with the juice, then move onto the harder stuff." So says the Garish weyrling expert of cider-drinking.

"Benden's not bitter. Tillek tends to be..." Lylia trails off, but for a moment, before giving a despairing half-smile. "Both, actually. He's a blood-lover, not wine."

Hrm, goes the Lis. "Almost the same thing, isn't it? Blood's his sort of wine." As backcountry and simple as she may be, this greenling does come out with some Harper-worthy expressions now and then. The wine advice is taken with a nod; Lis is going to need a celebration drink someday.

Lylia lets a slight growl escape her. "But he needs blood apparently, and doesn't think I should think of wine...." It's dragon logic, apparently. "But what he needs..." Shrug. A fuzzy shrug. An I-love-my-Dru-so-whatever-he-wants kinda shrug.

"He needs meat," the greenling points out with her usual cheery chirp, "Like you need food. But both of the you love the more... rich parts of it." Lis feels this burning need to have an opinion. /The/ opinion of all it may not be, but it's not doing much in the way of stopping her.

"What's the point of life without that?" Point of a stake, points of fangs... Lylia's getting odd again. "We like the good things." And that's that. 'Least her nod thinks so. "But we'll deal. Not a worry, really, since I'm without wine for months still, and I could never deny my Druseth..." Her grin widens darkly. She loves the bloodlust herself.