Fire and Brimstone - {Bushy}

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It was nice to fly again, just like they used to. B'wie always preferred to travel on foot, but for long trips or those over seas, Sjanseth's wings became valuables assets. The had been flying for a couple of hours, though they stopped whenever they saw a small island or a large rock to rest on as the Whiterider took notes. It was a tiresome journey to his dragon, who had not flown this much since they had arrived to Dalibor. Along the way there they had some time to talk and bond, though B'wie went on and on about another experiment he was looking to prepare to investigate the properties of between. Sjanseth didn't like anything that had to do with the place, so he told his rider that he was more curious about their current expedition.

"Well, it's obvious, isn't it? This is unexplored territory, my dear boy. Not...all of it, but a good deal of it. We need to make records on rock formations, pools, caves, even those pits of sand you and I love to play in."

As much of a 'scientist' as B'wie was, he also fancied himself as an explorer. In order to better understand Pern he felt it was vital to have seen all of it it. He had recorded wind flows in Dalibor in the past month in order to determine the relation of air movement there to that of the air in other regions. "It could help us determine where clouds will travel next, help us predict weather patterns, ultimately serve as a guidance system to all Holds and Weyrs." But Sjanseth would remind B'wie that most of this was already known. Humans could look to the west and see a storm forming on the horizon. There was no desperate need to prepare. B'wie would then mention a famous flood, or a particularly severe storm. Then his dragon with swiftly inform that forces of nature need not to be explained; it wasn't as if they could be stopped.

Back and forth they'd debate as they paused and went on like so. The White was carrying quite a bit of equipment on him, so he had to stop frequently. The trip wasn't all that harsh. When Sjanseth became especially tired and there were no rocks or islands in sight, his rider would look to the sky and picture the cloud formation above the sea before going between to Dalibor for a quick stop. Once the dragon was well rested, they would go back to that old sky he envisioned. B'wie hadn't thought about it, but he was traveling between times. One of the very mysteries he loved the most and it was right before his eyes and he was all but blind to it.

Eventually, they were sailing through the sky with the Western Continent on the horizon. Sjanseth was forgetting the wear from the flight as he too took in the sight of fresh territory. B'wie was sharing the excitement as his eyes scanned the shoreline. There were mountains, just as there were in the Northern Continent. He was just dying to take some rock samples back to Dalibor with him. The air was cool and dry, but the lower they descended, the greater the humidity became. Once they were close enough, Sjanseth prepared to land on the shore of the beach, touching ground with care and relief.

The sand here is the softest I have ever tread upon, the dragon commented, lowering himself to let B'wie slip off his back.

"Hm! You're right, the man said, crouching down to feel the grains slip through his fingers, "Fantastic! I must see to it to take a sample of this to Fajra! You know, we haven't even introduced ourselves to her yet! We're awful guests!"

Dreadful, Sjanseth agreed, but his tone was quite sarcastic. He didn't think they were the ones at fault. The Weyrwoman hadn't even taken the time to find them after she recovered.

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A black-haired rider shifted in his seat astride a large purple dragon, trying to prevent the numbness in his flight-tired legs from getting any worse. Honey-gold eyes looked out over the ocean far below them toward a growing shore in the distance. Hey Daed, my legs can't take much more of this. What say we land once we reach shore and rest for an hour or two? The question to his lifemate was really just a formality. Purple Daedalouth knew that His needed to rest, he was just waiting for him to say so. After all, he had been flying for a few hours and could do with a break himself. He rumbled deep in his chest, laughing at his rider before opening his mouth and hanging out his tongue. It was an odd habit, by anyone's standards, but he simply liked doing it. He had done it since the day he had hatched and hadn't thought it odd until someone said so, and he still didn't think that anyone should really care. You're not the only one who needs a break K'rinmine. Besides, we can play in the water and sand! They both smiled at the thought. They loved the water.

As they came closer to the land mass, a speck of white against the tan sand stood out. Soon it took the form of a dragon, with its rider kneeling next to it. From this distance, it was difficult to tell what the gender of either of them was. A small purple head poked out of the neck of K'rin's riding jacket, swiftly followed by the body of a firelizard who clung to his shoulder. Spaz was curiosity incarnate, and couldn't wait for Daedalouth to land before he rushed over, chirping, to say hello. New people! It had been so long since he had been able to meet a new person! And a white dragon! They were always interesting and fun! He zipped around the man in the sand first, but he was being boring just kneeling there running it through his fingers. He moved on to the dragon, swiftly flying all around him in his excitement, flashing him images of the flight over the sea, and the warm feeling in His' jacket when it got too cold, and how excited he was when he saw new creatures to meet. It was all so wonderful!

K'rin followed at a slower pace once Daedalouth had landed, and called out to say hello before he actually approached the other rider. "Hello there! I assume you're from Dalibor? I'm K'rin, and the giant canine behind me is Daedalouth." The giant canine still had his tongue lolling out of his mouth, looking the part entirely. Hello. I am Daedalouth. It is nice to meet you. He said to the other dragon as he folded his broad wings across his back. He hadn't met a white before. Did they like to play in the water?

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Sjanseth rose his head, noting the appearance of a small Purple firelizard circling above him. He determined that the creature was not wild and that was when the Purple dragon was all the more visible. He seemed to be neutral about this unexpected slew of guests; it wasn't the worst reaction they could have gotten out of him. Sjanseth had a habit of being unpredictable in this manner. You could never tell when it was a good time to stop by and say hello. Today the White was feeling rather bland for a change. Usually he had an extreme going on about him, but the mixture of being somewhere new, being distracted by such a thing, and being somewhat weary by the flight here put him in a very sedated sort of mood. He greeted Spaz, though he didn't make any great effort to reach out to the little creature. It didn't matter anyways. Firelizards and Whites had a sort of connection.

Ridermine, we have visitors. he announced, his greenish eyes now upon his bonded.

B'wie didn't look up as he carefully examined a shell he found while shifting the sand about. "So far the contents are identical at a glance," he muttered to himself. Though it sounded like yet another lost cause, the Whiterider glanced about until he spotted the Purple dragon preparing to land. So, most unlike usual, he actually heard what Sjanseth told him. "Ah! I didn't expect we'd have company!"

He stood up, sweeping the loose grains of sand from his hands after pocketing the shell. Later he would compare some of the samples he'd collect on this shore to those he sampled on Dalibor's beaches. So far his field experiments revealed that sea life varies in different regions, despite the similar conditions. However, the greatest differences are between waters in cold environments and waters in warm ones. Bigger fish in the chilly zones, he seemed to believe.

It was unlike him to wait for anyone, but B'wie simply hadn't expected to be joined by someone else here. He had a true assistant in Sjanseth at all times, but to have a third party follow you about--well, it gets exciting. Like having a team of students to teach. No one really understood half of what he went on about, but that was besides the point. He was delusional enough to think that he was teaching people something. He was excited enough to give one enthusiastic wave to the guest and he started to pace before K'rin approached. B'wie was, in his own right, socially deficient.

After K'rin started to speak he looked the Purplerider in the eye and smiled, waiting patiently for the other man to finish. To his surprise then came the voice of his dragon. He didn't know many a dragon that would bother to introduce itself to him, so this was a treat indeed. B'wie gave a bow of his head and stuck out his hand to shake K'rin's.

"Indeed, good sir! Bwie, of White Sjanseth! A pleasure to meet you on such a crisp and pleasant day," he said, in his usual fast-paced, over the top speech. This man knew not the meaning of subtlety. "I was just about to give this Western Continent a run for its money! No rock will remain unturned! Or remain at all for that matter." He flashed a grin and then looked to the sky. "Should the weather remain fair...we caught on to a familiar draft on our way over. Sjanseth and I are nearly certain it should be getting cloudy soon. We may even be so fortunate to see some rain!"

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Well, the other rider was definitely...unique. But who wasn't these days? Every dragonrider had something about them that set them apart. Which, when you thought about it, was the reason they all had become riders in the first place. K'rin gave the WhiteRider a smile in return and shook the extended hand. "A pleasure B'wie, and Sjanseth." He said with a slight bow to the white dragon that had his firelizard completely enthralled. Spaz was still whizzing all about the large dragon, trying to see every inch of him all at once, which was quite impossible for something his size. Not that he would listen if you told him so. With a mental reprove from His in the form of a more polite picture of himself sitting calmly on His' shoulder, he let out a small sigh of regret and, after an apologetic sounding chirp to Sjanseth, went back to sit on His' shoulder as he had been asked.

"This is Spaz, named for obvious reasons." He said, letting go of B'wie's hand with another smile. "Now, just out of curiousity, why exactly do you hope it will rain?"

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{Oddly, I forgot about this. D: And I love my B'wie-machine}

B'wie was still staring at the sky as K'rin spoke. He never intended to be rude, but B'wie lacked in social etiquette. He often became carried away, possibly more of a spaz than Spaz himself. If anyone understood the obvious reasons behind the name, it was the Whiterider standing before K'rin.

He was entranced by the clouds, watching them move with keen interest. B'wie stuck his index finger in his mouth for a second and held it up to check the wind's direction. "Fascinating...the clouds are rolling faster here. They often do over shores. Wonder why the current is faster here..."

Sjanseth sighed, giving both the firelizard and the Purplerider an apologetic look. Please excuse Mine. He was never any good at following conversations,[/color] he relayed to them. He looked to B'wie again who still watched the sky with hand over his brow to block out the harsh sunlight. B'wieMine, the man asked you of the rain.

The Whiterider shuddered and put his hand down, returning his attention to K'rin. "Oh, yes! Well, it was quite a long ride over. Could use the refreshment. And not to mention...the patterns...I'd love to see it take shape into something formidable! A storm perhaps! Have you ever seen a funnel, my friend?"

By 'funnel', B'wie meant a tornado or waterspout. Great windstorms and funnels he found to be some of the most interesting matters to study. When between left him at a dead end, of course. Sometimes Sjanseth was capable of convincing his rider to avoid the subject.[/size]

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B'wie went off on another tangent, making K'rin grin and Daed roll his eyes. Spaz fidgeted on his shoulder, wanting to do something like play or mess with someone. K'rin stroked him to settle him a bit and waited for B'wie to pick up his train of thought. Sjanseth speaking to him was a bit odd. As far as he knew, most dragons didn't talk to other people as freely as Daed. Then again, he hadn't met a White before. He had no idea what would be considered normal for a dragon of that color.

Spaz lost all patience with the slow conversation and progressed to poking and prodding Daed, sending him images of them playing in the water. The tiny Purple firelizard was completely dwarfed by the huge dragon, but he loved to play with him. Daed was indulgent of the little thing and played right back most of the time, pretending to let him get away.

This was one of those times. Would you care to join me for a swim? He asked of Sjanseth before trotting off to the water with a happily chirping Spaz whizzing about his head. He took a running jump, with a slight flap of his wings to give him some height, into the waves. He gave a happy-sounding rumble as his head snaked about, lunging for Spaz without the possibility of actually connecting. He had been hoping to be able to get some playing in while they 'rested' and was glad to actually be able to, and maybe have have the White Sjanseth join him! That would be fun!

K'rin laughed out loud at Daed and Spaz's antics before turning back to B'wie. "No, I haven't seen a funnel, but I have heard of them." He shuddered, remembering a frightful story of the devastation. "From what I've heard though, I would only want to see one from a distance."

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Sjanseth wasn't the sort who understood 'play'. His idea of a good time became those moments when he and his rider could just relax in one another's presence. Occasionally he also welcomed those expeditions with open arms. The dragon glanced to the water lapping up on shore, his lip curled as he weighed his decision. Well, he supposed after flying many miles out this way that a good soak would be nice. The salty water of the sea wasn't as pleasant as sweetwater, but it was still refreshing. I suppose I might, Sjanseth replied. His reply sounded rather melancholy, but that was normal. His voice normally took such a tone, even in lighter moods. He glanced to B'wie, hoping that the Whiterider would be able to keep up the conversation without his assistance for a change, and then slowly slunk his way to the water's edge. With patience he allowed the water to wash foam over his claws before he continued to trek further.

The splash the Purple created showered Sjanseth with cool water before he had fully immersed, causing him to shake the droplets off his head like an unamused canine. He started to swim after them, the water deeper for the likes of him than the likes of something the size of Daedalouth. Instead of participating in the game, completely unaware of the sort of rules there were involved, he watched the antics of both purple hide creatures with curious interest. The expression on his face however, was...still pretty banal.

B'wie only spun to see Daedalouth jump into the water because he thought it might have been something else. He still chuckled however, as a dragon's antics could bring a smile to almost any face, before turning to K'rin practically wide eyed in surprise at his answer.

"Ohnonono! That simply won't do. You must see one! It has to be one of the most immense experiences of my life--my first funnel. It was as if the might Faranth herself were spinning headlong into the sea." He had seen them both on land and sea in various sizes. The smaller more common ones could uproot trees and send beasts flying. The larger ones...one time Sjanseth himself nearly got sucked into one. Needless to say, it was not easy to convince the dragon to try it again. B'wie simply wasn't pleased with the minimal data he had so far. He put his hands to his hips as he turned to watch Sjanseth paddle out by Daedalouth. "I hope Seth remembered to drop the equipment off first..." Glancing back, he saw the harnesses a-heap on the beach, then he let out a sigh of relief. "Some of it's getting old. Seth tells me the Gather will have fresh supplies."