Good Morning Sunshine

Writers: Sunrose, Yvonne
Date Posted: 26th February 2006

Characters: Illiana, F'lin
Description: Illiana finds Felarin on the beach first thing in the moring
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 10, day 10 of Turn 3

Illiana made her way down to the beach with Dasha, taking the canine for a walk first thing before she had to go about her busy day. Being a beastcrafter getting up "early" was normal for her, she was always wide awake as soon as the sun broke over the horizon. Lost in thought it took the candidate a few moments to register that Dasha had taken off ahead of her and was sniffing at something on the beach. The canine began to whimper as Illiana came closer. "What's wrong girl?"
She asked and took a step back in shock as she saw what had caught Dasha's attention.

There was a young man laying on the beach, dark brown hair covered his face and an odd noise seemed to be coming from the stranger. A few moments later and Illiana registered the loud noise as snoring.
Dasha whimpered more and went to licking the young mans face rapidly.

Felarin awoke with a start, pushing the canine away and spitting as his groggy mind realized just _where_ that tongue had been. "Shard it, you dumb animal!"

Dasha tilted her head then looked up at Illiana. "Now I wouldn't go and call her dumb." The candidate placed her hands on her hips and walked over so she was standing over the dark haired boy.

He squinted up at her and ran his hand through his hair. Ugh - sand.
"I'd say that's a matter of opinion," he grumbled, then yawned. "What time is it?"

"Well you've got little under half a candlemark to eat and get ready for classes." Illiana said as she looked out over the ocean. "So you might want to hurry, as I am sure the dinning cavern is quite full."
The red head was always one of the first ones up to eat, and she always beat the rush and was able to start her day at her own pace, never worrying about being late.

"Shards." Felarin yawned again, and stretched. A muscle in his back began to twitch, and he felt something pop. After the night he'd had... getting chased out onto the beach because of a Candidate who was a light sleeper, and then being kept awake by the various biting insects and the rumblings of a Weyr that never truly slept. "Maybe I'll just skip breakfast. What's your name again? You're a candidate too, right?"

"Illiana, and yes I'm a candidate, formally a Beastcrafter." She pointed out as she rummaged in her pocket and pulled out a little hand cloth and handed it to Felarin. "Some meat rolls, I was going to snack on them later but you can have them."

He eyed the rolls hopefully. "You sure?"

"Go for it." Illiana said, a small smile coming to her lips, she the boy might have been rude at first, but that was understandable, and no one deserved to go hungry. "So what where you doing out here if you don't mind me asking?"

He shook his head and began unrolling his breakfast from the handkerchief. "I got chased out of the dorms. What about you? You walk here often?" He turned to smile at her and offered up the package -
they were her rolls, after all. "Not that I mind. I'm Felarin, by the way."

"I try to go out for a good walk every morning before the majority of the Weyr wakes up, a good way to start the morning. And it is a pleasure to meet you. Maybe next time I come to the beach I'll know to bring more food for you so you don't starve throughout the day."

"Hopefully there won't _be_ a next time." He glanced up at her quickly. "Not that I mind- not that... I won't be sleeping on the beach again. That came out wrong. It's too early."

Illiana laughed, she had a sweet laugh that would make anyone who heard it want to smile, (no matter how early in the morning it may be). "Shall we head to class before we get in trouble for being late?"

Felarin hesitated, looking out to the sea. It was so calm this early.
Glassy, almost, and mirroring the light of the early morning sun.
Almost friendly... although Felarin didn't think he could ever trust the sea again after what it had done to his Hold. He shoved those thoughts aside, patted the canine's head, and climbed to his feet, draping his blanket over his arm and shoving his now sandy pillow into the crook of his elbow. "Might as well."

Last updated on the February 26th 2006

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