Mooning...? }{ Open

[danaphantom]

The sun had set hours ago, Belior and Timor hanging high within the starry sky. The sun-baked rock of Solace's cliffs were cool, all stored sunlight having been radiated off long ago. Despite this, a solitary figure lounged on one of the clifftops, spread out as if in attempt to catch as much moonlight as possible.

No one was really going to question the Wher - for one, she was alone, and many in the Weyr still thought of them as feral beasts. Secondly, who could say she hadn't been assigned to watch? After all, a wher's infravision could be quite helpful in keeping an eye out on dark nights, especially with a fresh clutch on the sands and the potential for Southern marauders at every turn.

In all reality, though, Tarisk was just lounging. Enjoying some relaxation. Her handler was off finishing a few nightly chores, the pair having the evening off with drills and training scheduled for early morning. Might as well make due with what you had, right? She had even managed to snag a few night owl flitts into joining her, the trio doing acrobatics in the air above them. Anyone who approached would feel the sheer, unadulterated, almost childish joy the Green radiated as she watched her smaller cousins in their play.

[mumu]

The little Wher wasn't the only one out and enjoying the fresh night air. One of the candidates had managed to slip out of her room. It was so stuffy in there that she felt she couldn't breathe. The humidity in the rooms was horrible sometimes. Disheveled, hair mussed, and still in her sleeping clothes she had meandered around the Weyr until she came to the kitchens. There she pulled a small covert mission, sneaking a few strips of runner jerky from the stores.

Now happily munching on one of the strips, Muya decided that it would be nice to catch a little wind. So she headed for one of the more easily climbable cliffs. A few short minutes later and she found herself at the top...face to face with a green Wher. Blinking at the creature, she tilted her head to one side in an expression of curiosity and..shock. A Wher was the last thing she had expected to see, but she didn't panic. Instead..she tried to appeal to its vanity?

"Hello there pretty little lady," she cooed at the creature, swallowing thickly. Then she remembered the jerky she had. Hoping she didn't get her fingers bitten off for her gesture of kindness, the lass held one of the strips out for the Green. "Want a snack?"

[danaphantom]

Muya would find herself in good company, the Wher giving a similar surprised blink right back. Her three flitt friends darted off, startled and unable to see the thing that had approached them. After a glance at the retreating flitts, the Wher turned her attention back to the Candidate, tilting her head. Her large, lightly glowing eyes were trained on Muya, swirling a cool rainbow of colors.

Stretching her neck, she snuffled at the offered jerky, snorting when a stay bit of the dried meat went up her nose. Still, the Green remained curious, and a forked tongue lolled out to lap up the offered piece, sliming Muya's hand in the process. Barely chewing, as the human-sized bits were not much to the bulky beast. Still, she seemed to focus slightly as if trying to taste it... or perhaps chewing it like firestone.

Once done with the snack, she shifted, stretching out her neon-dappled wings, the spots seeming to be even more vibrant in the moonlight. Muya would find herself bombarded with a few seemingly random pictures, but the emotion the Wher was trying to convey was clear enough - thanks. She would pause a moment to scratch at her shoulder before turning her attention back to Muya. The Candidate would find herself the victim of what would likely be confusion on both parts. The fact that the Green was trying to ask a question was ... somewhat apparent, but more than that was a bit lost in translation.