[Logs starts in the middle of roleplay -- Kym, T’on, and Eldana discuss the conditions of Bahrain Weyr and its stressed foodsupply while lounging about the Living Caverns.]

“Nay, we've nay had a chance to go South, though Ilyth wants to. He's seen the images 'n' wants to see wha' the sand there feels like." Her lips purse in thought, "Plenty o' room 'n' food there ye say? I wonder how hard it'd be to set up regular foraging trips." A plan perhaps? {Eldana}

Kym's brow furrows, and she thinks.  "You think it'd be tiring, though?  We'd hafta go down every few days or so...every sevenday, at the most?"  Nose is wrinkled, and the greenrider admits, "Tedious, but what else could we do?  Th' Holds sure won't wanna tithe extra..and there's no room for farming, up here."

Eldana nibbles on her lower lip some more, thinking of the time and energy it'd take, "We could do it in shifts. Shards, there be enou' o' us new Riders, we could go in teams and rotate 'round." Sudden thought occurs to the rapidly maturing cook, "Only t'other thing we could do would be to move some o' us. Start up a new Weyr down there." Radical concept. And one she wouldn't probably speak aloud to the Weyrwoman and Weyrleader. It sounds too much like ancient treason.

Brow arches, next, and Kym looks rather astonished.  "Move?" she repeats.  "Ach, it'd be so..wierd.  I mean, it's great for a vacation and all, but I dunno if I'd wanna live th' rest of my life down there...I mean, we've been in Bahrain for so long!  How strange would that be?"  Hardly a pause, and Kym answers her own question:  "Extremely."

Eldana chuckles softly before getting serious again, "Ye nay like change? It'd be an adventure. Shells, t'was nay tha' long ago that I came from High Reaches to Benden 'n' then to here. Movin' be fun. Where be yer sense o' adventure, Kym? I canna believe ye'd nay want to try it, ye who hid away wi' us durin' candidacy." She raies her own brow and leans a little closer to her friend, "Be ye scared?" Green eyes twinkle below raised, questioning brows, a challenge within and the corner of her mouth twitches upward in a smile.

"Never!" Kym denies, head held high.  "Jes' that I've moved so much, in th' last five Turns or so.  It /can/ be nice to settle down..but adventure's also quite thrilling," she admits with an unKymish giggle.  "Aye, I remember when we hid away..Faranth, that was great!"  No chores.  She adored it.  "Neh, I'm not scared.  Have I ever been?"

Eldana chuckles at Kym's adamance, "Nay, I canna say tha' ye ha'e." She sits back in her chair again and pokes at the redfruit, "It nay be tha' I /want/ to move exactly, jus'..." her voice trails off for a moment before she resumes, "I canna think wha' else to do other than fer makin' the foragin' trips."

Kym quirks a rueful smile, nodding almost mournfully.  "Aye.  Well, it's a thought - who knows.  Mayhap we will move, or something like that..you could suggest it y'know, since it was your idea and all."

Eldana's head whips to the side to look at her friend with wide, astonished eyes. A hand raises to swipe away the strands of hair that have fallen into her line of sight, "Me?!" She practically squeeks, before shaking her head rapidly, "Oh /nay/. I'll nay suggest it. It jus' be a thought, but I'd nay want to sound like..." She searches for a word, lower lip caught again. "Well like I nay be appreciative or like I nay think the Weyrwoman be doin' right by us." Her voice lowers and she glances about the cavern for 'ears' that may be listening.

Kym nods thoughtfully, voicing, "I see your point.  But, by Faranth, Bahrain's so badly off..."  the greenrider trails away, frusterated.  "I wonder what else could be done," she remarks softly, frown flickering upon her expression.  "Doesn't seem to be many other options, you know." Smiling wanely, she mentions, "But they're th' Weyrwomen for a reason.  They'll think of something, I'm sure."

Eldana nods and agrees, "Nay many t'all." She sighs once and allows her good humour to resurface, "But as ye say, it nay be fer us to come up wi' a solution. We'll leave tha' to those who ride the golds." She dares a wink and reaches for the fruit, "Care to share a redfruit tha' seems to ha'e seen better days?"

Kym chuckles a bit, studiously eyeing the redfruit in question.  "If you think you can spare," she teases lightly, edging her chair a bit closer.  "It's in sorry shape; think it's big enough to split?  A scrawny thing, it is."  Another chuckle is soon to follow, and the rider adds, "Prolly's all brown and such, 'neath the skin."  Well.  "I hope not, anyways."

Eldana draws the fruit closer and rubs a thumb over it, "Ach, the skin be a bit wrinkly, 'n' true it do be small, but we'll nay know how bad it be 'less we cut it in half." She reaches for a knife and deftly slices the fruit and peers at it, handing a half to Kym, "Hmmmm, looks a bit dry to me. Nay nearly as juicy as it should be, eh?"

Kym accepts her half, peering at it critically.  "No, it's not," she agrees, carefully taking a bite from her half.  "Ach, it could almost be only a third of th' fruit, it's so small," she intones, slightly amused.  But only slightly; the subject of dwindling supplies is anything but funny.  "But it's redfruit.  I haven't had one since Southern, y'know.  Faranth!  Those are something to sink yer teeth into."

Eldana nibbles her own meager half, wrinkling her nose a little at the almost flavourless, dry fruit. She chuckles though before replying, "Ach, nay be tellin' me tha' or ye'll ha'e me wantin' to go all the more." Three bites and she's done her portion. Rubbing her lips with a finger she frowns again, "Aren't there stories, tales o' the past where things like this happened? Can we nay find a solution in the old records? Mayhap we should ask the harpers." There she goes, off and thinking again.

"Harpers."  Eyes narrow, and Kym scorns a bit, even deigning to cast a glare T'on's way.  "They don' know what they're doing, I say.  Don' do nothing but sing.  And half th' times, th' songs aren't even true."  Finishing off her nearly tasteless redfruit in under a minute, Kym next approaches the other idea.  "Aye.  Maybe something in th' records...I've never heard of anythin' like this, though."  Shoulders shrug, and the greenrider allows, "But it's an idea."

T'on speaks up now.  This is his department.  But he wasn't paying attention to aught else.  "Records?  What about them?"  he asks softly.  "If you need help with some, that is my department."

Eldana looks to T'on and raises a brow, "Records. Was jus' wonderin' iffn somethin' would be in there 'bout possible other times when such like this may o' happened." She shrugs a little now.

"I'm sure we could find our way among records jes' fine, on our own," Kym dryly mentions, cerulean orbs narrowing ever-so-slightly.  "Don't bother."  That said, she leans back and concentrates upon Eldana.  "Where d'ya think it'd be, in th' Records, if it's there?"

T'on snaps his fingers.  "It already is too late.  I remember!"  He exults in the knowledge a moment before sharing.  "When one weyr became unsuitable, they did move.  For example.  During the last pass, One new weyr was opened.  Eastern.  To relieve the over crowding of the other 7 at the time.  Another one was proposed, but never finished.   I think they called it Xanadu."

Eldana shoves her hair back behind her ears with a frustrated gesture, "I nay know, Kym. Probably wouldna e'en be somethin' /here/. Twould probably be so old I'd be thinkin' the Harpers'd ha'e it in their Archives, iffn it still exists e'en." Startled she looks to T'on, "Oh aye?" She looks somewhat skeptical, "I'd be wantin' the Master hisself to check onnit." She murmurs to Kym.

"What a strange name," Kym comments distainfully, then shoots a glower towards T'on.  "Prolly jes' an old aunties tale.  I've never heard of it."  A smirk - proddiness and strong drink must've gotten to the former Harper's addled mind.  "Aye, so'd I," she responds to the bluerider's muttered comment, nodding.  "Prolly just a..a fantasy of his."  Thumb is jerked towards rider-in-question.

T'on rumbles deep in his throat.  Pent up anger is near to bursting.  "You think I'd /lie/ about something like that?  You'd think I wanted to stay here in this sharding rock forever!"  He glowers at the two women.  "Believe what you will, but I am telling the truth."

Kym tenses, shoulders bunching and teeth set tightly together.  "I'd appreciate it if you didn't refer to Bahrain in that way," she hisses towards the other greenrider, dangerously quiet.  "I've lived here nigh near four or so Turns.  And I like it jes' fine, here."  Exhaling sharply, she snaps, "You lie 'bout near everythin' else."

Eldana leans back in her chair and once more crosses her arms over her chest, eyeing T'on curiously and frankly. Still staring at him she speaks to Kym, "Shards, wha' be /his/ problem?" She raises a brow at the former Harper, "'N' jus' wha' be wrong wi' Bahrain? When I suggested movin' I dinna say there be aught wrong wi' Bahrain. Do /ye/ wanna tell Sabria herself tha' Bahrain be a 'shardin' rock'?"

T'on points to the walls the floor.  Well....everything.  "Look at it all?  Where are you and your lifemates sleeping?  Eh?  Certainly not in your own weyrs.  J'na and I are sharing C'zar's while he stays with Tam.   Look at all the furnishings.  Worn.  Needing replacement, but still here.  The food.  Where is it?  We need to leave."

Kym shrugs in feigned indifference, drawling, "Faranth have me iffen /I/ know."  Steely-blue eyes turn to T'on, and she defends, voice rising, "I've my own weyr, thank you verra much!  And aye, I'm sharing, but out of /hospitality/ while S'pazz finds his own."  Ctaching the comment about J'na, a penciled eyebrow quirks, and she remarks smugly, "Sharing for more than one reason, I'm sure, eh?"  Eldana is nudged and the greenrider continues, sarcastic.  "Never did tell all th' details of your trip South, T'on darling."

T'on narrows his eyes at the other greenrider.  "The only detail you need to know is that we kissed.  And kissed only.  Other than that, we fell in love.  It happens.  You should try it sometime."  It totally escapes him why neither of the women trust him.  When did he lie?

Eldana shrugs and half closes her eyes in a show of relaxed nonchalance
 "Ilyth prefers to sleep near the lake durin' the warm nights, so I be happy to stay in one o' the tents tha' were used durin' weyrlinghood. Wha' difference do it make?" She snorts and winks at Kym's nudge before adding, "'N' I'd nay say the furnishin's be nay but well used. Makes it homey. Antiques ye know." As T'on continues she smirks, "Awwwwww, i'n't tha' sweet? Ye fell in love. 'N' wha' about tha' Harper lass ye were so in love wi' what came visited ye? Hmmmmm? Be she forgotten so quick? Love! Bah! Lust ye mean!" And we all know how Dana feels about love.

Does it matter when?  Eyes narrowing perceptiably, Kym's naturally pale face drains of more pigmentation  as she half-rises.  "I'll love someone when I'm good and ready!" she snaps, rising to the bait.  "So what if I haven't found th' right person yet?  Why does it matter to you?"  Kym seats herself once more, flashing a grateful glance Eldana's way.  "Aye, lust.  Who knows how long you'll stay together.  All of three sevendays?"

"Dinna let him get to ye, Kym." Dana soothes with a sniff towards T'on, "He jus' be like most males. Any warm body'll do, though they speak o' love all the time. Ye wanna lay marks on how long it'll last?" She winks at Kym brazenly.

T'on grinds his teeth together as he faces off with the two women.  He stares at them with eyes narrowed and dark.  "Cinda can't understand me.  Not anymore.  J'na does."  There it is.  "Lust?  You want lust?  Oh......Kym........I hope Gwyneth's flight is the maddest, most passionate thing this Weyr has ever seen!" His face is read with the effort.  "And if that is what you think Eldana, may it be a warm day **between** before anyone falls in love with you!"

<Gwyneth>  <<Bahrain>> Cutting into the din like a keen steel blade, her assertive, throaty contralto caresses a gentle cinnamon breeze. Kyrith growls into the link fiercely.  <<Stop it!  You are upsetting mine!>>

<Gwyneth>  <<Bahrain>> Zivath rouses a bit, puzzled, if sleepy. <<Wha-?>>

"Aye," Kym murmers in response to Eldana, nodding sagely.  "Aye, I'd lay marks.  How many ye wanna bet?"  The rider's intentions are side-tracked, though, as her ears catch T'on's remark.  "Shut up!  Faranth, just shut up!" she near-shrieks, angered.  "Why should you care of Gwyneth's -  my - flights in the least?  Faranth, don't you think I've thought of that enough?  Oh, Faranth, you think I'd don't dread the day?"  A hissing intake of breath, and she expels the words:  "Aye, but tha' sort of lust isn't planned!  And yours...it's indecent to speak of it."

Eldana laughs brightly, positively amused, "My thanks, T'on, tha' be the nicest thing anyone's wished me. I do so hate when people ask me when I be goin' to fall in love. I'd much rather iffn no one e'er did. Save me the trouble o' tellin' 'em I nay be interested." Laughter stops burbling though as she sees Kym become upset, more than she's ever seen and she's quick to soothe, "Kym, Kym. It'll be all right. Ye nay ha'e to worry now." Her eyes grow a bit wider as she leans towards her friend, "Do ye? She nay be proddy
 yet be she?" She whispers fiercely.

<Gwyneth>  <<Bahrain>> Sliding through jasmine's perfume, Gwyneth storms at Kyrith, red-hot anger and heady autumn blizzards.  >>You!  Tell yours to stop!  Never should he speak to mine in such a way!<<  Properness thrown asunder, begreened whirlpool wreaks havoc through the link.

T'on takes a staggering step towards the greenrider. "My lust?  My lust?"  His voice is starting to get hysterical.  "I hope it is someone like T'var.  Someone who smooth talks you, and you fall in love, only to find out then what true lust is!"  He glares.  "I don't know what you've got against me, or against Harper's in general, but you'd just better forget it.  I never did anything to you Kym, but I'm this close."  Fingers narrow to a small gap.

<Gwyneth>  <<Bahrain>> Zivath, if she wasn't awake before, is certainly awake now. <<SILENCE!!!>> wrecks more havoc than young green minds. More practice. And slightly calmer, she states emphatically, <<And calm yourselves.>> Or she'll give you a paddling. And she can do it, too. Nyah. ;)

<Gwyneth>  <<Bahrain>> Cutting into the din like a keen steel blade, her assertive, throaty contralto caresses a gentle cinnamon breeze. Kyrith was about to say something scathing to her smaller sister, but at the command of the queen, she merely meeps, and is silent.

Eldana looks about to rise, eyes narrowing slightly, "Sit down, T'on. Now. Ye make a move to hurt Kym 'n' ye'll ha'e /me/ to worry 'bout as well." Her words are dangerously quiet, green eyes flashing like the hardest, pale emeralds.

J'delan strides in from the bowl, looking around to see who's here.

Troubled gaze rests on Eldana as the greenrider, as yet unproddy, is quick to shake her head in denial.  "Nay, not my Gwyneth.  No, she's not proddy."  The unspoken yet goes without saying.  Kym scowls at the other greenrider, declaring, "T'var?  Never met him.  Prolly never will, either - have I ever ventured to Fort?  No."  A shallow gasp comes next, both from relayed queen's words and from T'on's, and she she snaps, "You're mad, T'on.  Mad.  Go see a Mindhealer."  The Fortian's entrance goes unnoticed as greenrider slumps in her chair, glaring hatefully.

J'delan stalks in lightly, lithely, and pauses once he's in to narrrow a tight-eyed scrutiny around the cavern, seeking.

Eldana positively glares at T'on herself now with a 'now look what you've done' expression. Turning her entire body to face Kym she leans closer and puts a hand on the green rider's arm, "Kym, let's get outta here. Take me 'n' Ilyth south, show me wha' it be like." She speaks softly, almost anxiously, wanting to get her friend away from all this tension, and more succinctly, T'on.

<Gwyneth>  <<Bahrain>> Sliding through jasmine's perfume, Gwyneth quiets, withdrawing her almost-thought remark.  Aye, she quiets, but not without a twisting snake of faded, hazy anger.

J'delan folds his arms and cups his chin in one propped hand.  Search suspended, he'll watch this cute little tableau, for now.

And what a wonderful tableau we have here.  T'on is standing, glaring at Kym and Eldana both who are sitting down in front of him.  Fists clench.  He seems about to say something more, but the fury of his emotion prevents coherent speech.  He staggers away, almost bowling into the bronze-rider on his way out.  Apologies are mumbled, and then he is gone.
T'on heads into the tunnel leading into the bowl.

J'delan observes mellowly, "What a friendly little Weyr you have here, my young riders."

Kym rises as well, nodding mutely to the bluerider.  "Aye.  Southern..Southern would be nice."  No T'on.  Cerulean gaze is snapped towards J'delan, and the crease of a frown takes the place of squinty-eyed anger.  "No offense to you..J'delan, was it?"  A tight-lipped smile, and she adds in, "Regards to your dragon."

J'delan says, "He thanks you for the kindness."  And his rider arches his brows.  "I came hunting someone -- you're going?"

Eldana stands as well, hovering close to Kym anxiously. During candidacy it was Kym that led, now it's Dana that is acting the protectress. Pausing she dips her head to the other Rider, "Welcome, J'delan." She picks up the name from Kym, "Me regards as well. Who be ye lookin' fer. Mayhap we can help afore we go." She offers, glad of any distraction at the moment.

J'delan shakes his head.  "Obviously," he says, dry as dust, "I came at the wrong time.  Go ahead, go and soothe yourselves before you rouse the entire Weyr, I warrant.  I can find him myself."

"Aye, we were," Kym responds with an attempt as amusement.  "Hunting someone, eh?  That sounds anything but good."  Yet it's better than the recent spat that took place.  "Aye.  Maybe we could."

J'delan clucks his tongue.  "Really, Kym, I don't mean to keep you.  I'm only a guest."

Eldana smiles warmly and shakes her head, "Ye nay be keepin' us. Guests be welcome 'n' we'd be more'n glad to help. Wouldn't we Kym?" She looks hopefully at her fellow rider.

Elisa steps gracefully in from the bowl, looking around to see who's here.

J'delan perches on a table's corner, then, and clasps his hands around a knee, his eyes bright and round on the young women.  "Do you know a young lad named Kadel?  I finally remembered to visit him."

"Well.."  Kym shifts, hesitant.  Picking up on the other Bahrainian's words, however, she's quick to nod vigerous agreement.  "Aye.  Wouldn't be right not to help, y'know."  Elisa is spied, and the greenrider offers the smallest hint of a wave.  "Lo."    Glancing back to J'delan, Kym ponders, then regretfully shakes her head.  "Not me."

Elisa comes in, looking considerably like she was jerked out of a sound sleep. "Sharding dragons," she mutters under her breath, eyes shut as she rubs the with one hand. Oblivious to one and all, she aims herself to the table with anything that will help her wake up the rest of the way.

Eldana frowns, worrying her bottom lip as she tries to place the name, finally shaking her head regretfully, "Nay, I canna say I recognize the name either." She looks to Elisa and smiles again, "'Lo Elisa." She makes the greeting casually.

J'delan nods amiably to Elisa and then returns to pestering the younger pair.  "Well, that's all right.  At least I tried, right?  His mother couldn't fault me.  So," he changes adeptly, "why were you three fighting?  Not good for Weyr morale, is it?"

Eldana looks from J'delan to Kym with some surprise. How did /he/ know? A slight flush creeps across her cheekbones as she once more begins to worry and nibble on her bottom lip, "Errrr, it kinda be hard to say exactly." She mutters towards the floor.

"Not good for sleep, either," Elisa pipes up, nodding to J'delan, a faint odd smile on her lips. "Perhaps they're not busy enough since they've graduated," she suggests in saccharine tones. Bad Idea, waking Elisa up. Or at least, waking Zivath up who will undoubtedly wake Elisa up.

Kym bites upon her lower lip, pale face tinted by a crimson blush.  "Long story," she lamely adds to Eldana's excuse, casting a quick 'look' towards the Bowl.  “Maybe..maybe we'd better go'long to Southern, now?" she suggests to the bluerider.

J'delan sighs.  "Well, not my place to comment, of course.  If I ever found out /my/ wingriders were clawing at each other, even verbally, in public, though..."  He twitches a single uplifted brow at Kym and Eldana and then smiles nicely.  "Enjoy your trip."

Eldana nods quickly and dips her head again to Elisa and J'delan, "Aye, 'n' we'll bring back some supplies. Iffn ye'll exuse us?" She directs even as she begins to move away, sending a mental thought for Ilyth to wake up.

Isn't it lucky they haven't been drafted yet, then?  A tight wave, and Kym hurries after Eldana, heading towards the Bowl.  "Faranth," drifts back the muttered comment, hardly audible.

Eldana heads into the tunnel leading into the bowl.
You head through the short tunnel into the bowl.

Eldana grasps the straps, and with the aid of Ilyth's leg, clambers up onto Ilyth's back.

Gwyneth
Dark pine mingles with sap green only to be shadowed by tenebrous klah verging on black as they color the hide of this dragon in thick bark-like patterns as threads of a brighter grass coloring rises up from darkened haunches. Patches of dark verdancy, looking much like Spanish moss, randomly caress strong muscles as they flex with indifference. A perfectly wedge-shaped head is offset by large jeweled eyes that regard her surroundings with wonder. Lithe, light, and dainty all at once, she epitomizes green perfection.

Gwyneth crouches, daintily offering a darkly verdant forearm for Kym. Grasping the riding straps, Kym pulls herself aboard, settling between the last near-black neckridges.

Kym calls over, "You got th' envision for Southern?  Did C'zar an' Tam take you there?"

From Ilyth's dusky blue back Eldana nods, buckling straps as she replies, "Aye! We ha'e the image, but we've nay actually made the jump." Ilyth rumbles serenely, happy to be making the journey finally and the image is crystal clear in his mind.

Kym mimics the other, nodding whilst securely buckling the straps.  "Okay."  The foraging bags are patted and checked to make sure they're not loose, then she murmers to Gwyneth, "Let's go, love."  And so the green bunches and leaps heaven-wards, wings snapping out.

<Gwyneth>  You gather yourself, and with a beating of wings, lift into the sky.

Above the Training Grounds

Here above the weyrlings' training grounds, the bowl is neat and secluded; the older dragons avoid this area, with the exception of those who live nearby in the weyrs that dot the bracketing wall.  The barracks are modestly lodged against the volcano, and the sand below is well-used by those in that most rigorous of training.
 Nearly unbearable, the temperature has dropped to dangerously cold. Little sheets of ice is moisture from the slight dew that has frozen in the grasp of hard winter.

Ilyth circles up from the ground.
Gwyneth blinks into **between**

-=BETWEEN!=-
You hang, senseless, in the dark nothingness of ::between::... absolute darkness surrounds you, and the profound cold stings you... you wait, and count...
     Black, blacker, blackest,
          And cold beyond frozen things.
                 Where is -=between=- when there is naught
                           To Life but fragile dragon wings?

Over Paradise River's beach

Below lies a spectacular view of Paradise River Hold.. or what was before the south was abandoned again. Still, through the jungle's ever-present green, the roof of the Hold as well as a few smaller out-buildings, peek out from 'neath the jungle's foliage.
As Rukbat heads to its evening rest in the west, the air begins to chill.

Gwyneth blinks in from **between**
Ilyth blinks in from **between**

From Ilyth's dusky blue back Eldana grins widely as they wink into the area, Ilyth rumbling impatiently already, "Aye! We be here 'n' ye can wallow in the sand all ye like!" She chortles happily, slapping her dragon's neckridge fondly. "Take us down then, Ilyth." And slowly, easily, he makes his way down towards the beach.

Ilyth dips a wing and circles down towards the beach.
From the beach, Ilyth backwings to a soft, sandy landing.

Kym peers down at the greenery beneath, tightly grasping the straps as the pair exits ::between::.  "Look," she exults, pervious conversation stubbornly shoved away for a later time; Kym concentrates on the scenery beneath, for the moment.  "Isn't it beautiful?"  Gwyneth follows the larger blue, circling down.

Hold Beach

From horizon to horizon, beach and surf consume the landscape as Southern's warm, tropical waters lap rhythmicly upon this shoreline; the push and pull of tides leaving behind ripples in the sand. A secluded peninsula, with the mouth of the river gaping just to the west, the docks just to the north, and the Hold itself half-hidden by the rainforest to the east, there remains a faint aroma of numbweed in the air to taint the sea's salty touch.
Near to twilight, the eastern horizon darkens with the coming of full night.
You see Iolith, Eirath, and Ilyth here.
Obvious exits:
Veranda     River     Ocean     The Docks

Eldana swings her right leg over and slips down the straps until she can drop safely to the ground.

Grasping the straps, you clamber down Gwyneth's shoulder, springing to the ground.

Eldana quickly undoes her belt and jacket, removing gloves, helmet and goggles, "Ach! It be beautiful all right! So hot though!" Sweat already darkens strands of mahogany hair and beads upon her brow. "Here! Ilyth, let me get yer straps off afore ye start explorin'." Leathers are dumped on the sand and straps unbuckled and removed so as to give the dragon his freedom. "He'll be into the water soon enou' 'n' the salt'll ruin the leather." She explains to Kym as she shucks off her boots and starts taking off her pants, leaving her dressed in sleeveless tunic and shortened trous.

Kym nods thoughtfully, following the other's example as she hustles to remove heavy over-jacket.  Unfastening the buckle of her helmet, she carefully drops it on the sand, running fingers through tangly blonde hair, usually straight and flat.  "Aye, but it's hot," she agrees, pulling gloves from hands.  The rest of the leathers are shed as well, leaving Kym dressed in much the same as Eldana.  "Aye, you can go for a swim," Kym chuckles to the green as she removes the encumbering straps, already eager to venture into the crystalline water.

Eldana grins widely at the sudden freedom, throwing her arms wide and raising her face to the fading light, "Do ye think we ha'e enou' time to do some gatherin' o' stuff now or shall we jus' ha'e a swim 'n' somewhat to eat 'n' then wait 'till morning?" She places her hands on her hips, "I wonder iffn there be some blankets 'round here. We could jus' sleep on the beach here."

Kym manages a rather girlish, high-pitched giggle at Eldana's antics, breathing in deeply.  "Well..there's th' Hold, that way."  A finger points the way, but she adds thoughtfully, "Doesn't mean we hafta go there, though.  Haven't been that way, myself.  Jes' stayed 'round the beach an' forest."  Shoulders shrug as she ponders the options, and she replies, "With food so abundant...I think either'ed be fine.  You can choose."

Eldana wiggles her feet into the warm sand and grins, "It be warm here. 'N' we can jus' light a fire iffn it get cold at night. Can ye fish?" She swallows quickly, her mouth already salivating, "Mmmmm, fresh fish roasted o'er a fire 'n' fresh fruit." She starts to move towards the edges of the sand, picking up stray bits of wood for a fire. "I nay know how we'll catch the fish jus' yet though."

"Well, not really," Kym admits, yet she brightens at a sudden idea..and a mental nudge from her lifemate.  "Gwyneth says she's good at fishing, though."  A chuckle escapes, and Kym's unabashed to add, "Says she can catch anything larger'n we can."  Kym hustles to help gather the driftwood.  "Sounds delicious."

Eldana stops with half an armful of wood and looks towards Ilyth, "Aye, but wi' yer front feet, Ilyth, 'n' try nay to damage it too much." She directs vocally then chuckling towards Kym, "I nay figured 'em fer fishers, bu' iffn they can catch 'em it'll save us the trouble." She picks up a few more pieces of wood and dumps them near their leathers. She stands and frowns, "We'll need some rocks I figure to surround the fire. 'N' then we can look fer fruit 'n' maybe some herbs to flavour the fish."

Kym nods slightly, hint of a smile gracing the strained expression.  "Aye. Gwyneth's practiced in th' lake - not many fish left, though."  Rocks?  The greenrider ponders, shifting slightly as she dumps her burden, then waggles fingers towards a barrier of boulders.  "Could be some 'round there," she suggests, then wrinkles her nose at the idea of herbs. "I wouldn't know what to look for," she confesses.  "Never was verra good with cooking and such..maybe you'd better do that, while I set up the rocks?"

Eldana nods quickly, glad that Kym is ahead of her in her thinking, "Aye, I was goin' to suggest the same. I'll go wi' a sack 'n' get some fruit 'n' herbs 'n' be back soon as I can." She grabs up one of the foraging sacks they brought and heads for the trees with a wave.

Only just a bit, though; Kym saunters towards the rocks, waggling fingers in return, if a bit belated.  Several are selected, and Kym begins the task of lugging them back to the chosen campfire spot.

Eldana comes back beaming from ear to ear, lugging a sack over her shoulder, "Kym! I got us mangos 'n' redfruits 'n' some lemongrass." She scampers over the sand to show her spoils.

"Really?"  Kym places the last rock in the circle, critically surveying her irregular circle.  "Think it looks okay?"  Eldana's findings are next to be considered, smile flickering forth.  "Tha's great!  It'll taste good with fish, right?"  Kym's horridly incompetent when it comes to matters of cooking.  Meanwhile, Gwyneth lazes in the water, every now and then shooting after a quicksilver ripple of fish.  Moments later, a warble spilts the air, and Kym happily explains for the other, "She caught one!  Big, she says."

Eldana grins widely, shoving errant hair behind her ears, "Oh /aye/! It be fine. I nay cooked like this on a beach afore, but me brother 'n' I used to do this on the bank o' the river when we'd go fishin'." She begins tearing the lemongrass into small shreds, sniffing at the citrony smell with closed eyes, "Mmmmm, jus' ye wait! It'll taste wonderful!" She assures as she grins approval and calls, "Wonderful, Gwyneth!"