Stables (#3535)
A smaller structure than the barn itself, the light-colored granite of the stone walls nestle against the bigger, red barn, tucked between the security of the pens. Windows light the long walls, giving a dimly lit, comfortingly so, interior to the aisle and numerous stalls that line each side. Rear of the building set against the weyr bowl, the wide double doors in front open to a panoramic view of the calm lake and shore, multitudes of hoofprints leading out of the doorway onto the sand.
There are 25 stalls here.
The stables are basically very clean.
Khena is here.
Obvious exits:
Messenger Barracks --- Barn --- Feeding Pens --- Stall# --- Rooms --- Beach

Khena (#20839)
Eyes, grayish-green, look out from under long arched brows, darker than the shock-white blonde hair sitting on top of her head. Ragged and uneven ends cut short, bears witness that she doesn't put much interest in personal appearance. A bend in her long, narrow nose, tells of a long forgotten break, and adding to that is a two-inch scar on her right cheek, giving her a face of someone who's lived a hard life. High angular cheekbones and a strong square chin adds to the impression of masculinity, while the arched brows makes her retain some femininity in an otherwise harsh face. Shoulders and upper arms are hardened from long hours of training and work, as is thigh and -calf muscles, while hands and long fingers are callused and scarred. Along her flat abdomen is a five-inch scar, one of many on her body, but the one most predominant. Breasts are small and rounded, almost invisible when she's wearing baggy or heavy clothing, making her look all the more masculine, her height of almost six feet doing nothing to diminish that impression. Slightly tanned face and hands, from hours spent outside, complete the image of a woman easily mistaken for a man.
Scintillating in colors ranging from deep mahogany to an almost bronze gleam, the color of Khena's jacket can't be pinpointed to just one. Khaki at one cuff, klah-shaded at the other, while the collar is dyed such a dark umber it's almost black. Tufts of the fleece-lining shows at cuffs and collar, revealing its color to be moss-green, matching the jacket's browns to perfection. Thick, lithe leather clings to her legs, trousers dyed a deep sepia with a hint of mahogany, a color matching the hide of her lifemate perfectly. Stitched along the seem is a row of x's, the thread the exact same moss-green as the lining of the jacket. A color repeated in the cords tying off her knee-high black boots, which fit her lower legs and feet flawlessly.
Twisting together in a single loop around Khena's left shoulder is the two colors of High Reaches Weyr. Black and blue. Midnight's colors, which extends into a long tail, dangling from the top of the knot. Intertwined with the dark colors of the Weyr is a dazzling silver thread, adding a spark of light to the knot. Completing the knot of a High Reaches Wingrider, is a mahogany thread, indicating the color of her lifemate, and the badge of Mudslide Wing.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 6 minutes.
Khena is 25 Turns, 3 months, and 1 day old.
Khena has no apparent threadscoring.

Elehu doesn't seem to quite be all together with things this rainy spring morning. She's leaning on a stall door and gently rubbing the nose of a dappled mare, nimble fingers straightening the forelock idly as she hums a quiet song. And back to the stable doors, she's quiet unaware of any comings or goings.

Khena stops shorts just inside the doors, turning to look back at the pens. "Well, y'know how t'do this without me," she mutters, running her hands through her hair, making droplets fall on her shoulders. "No.. I am not standing in the rain, just to keep you company, Mneoth!"

Elehu straightens slowly from leaning on the door and turns to look towards Khena. She smiles quickly and offers a little wave. "Good morning, Khena," she calls over, just loud enough to carry. "So I'm not the only one keeping out of the rain I see."

Khena almost jumps as a voice comes out of the gloom behind her. Turning, she offers the healer a smile. "Oh, hi Ele. Yeah... Mneoth insisted that I came down with him. He's got some strange ideas when it's right for feeding..." Rolling a shoudler she comes further into the stables, shrugging off her soaked jacked. "Wet.. Almost all the way through. It's really coming down outside." That's right. Talk about the weather. That always kept harder topics away.

Elehu (#19619)
Elehu has grown into womanhood with quite a bit of success. She has curves in most of the right places, though her body is still a bit on the thin side and heartily built, a stubbornness of physicality to match the resolute bedrock of her character. Her skin glows faintly of golden bronze, the visage of a wanderer. Her rich brown, shoulder-length hair contains streaks of reddish gold, bleached by the sun, that seem to make her hazel-brown eyes shine with an inner fire. Her hands are small, but her fingers are slender and nimble, well built for her walk of life.
Downy soft cream glides lazily down Elehu's arms to the wrists where wispy green ribbons tie the fabric tight, satin frills flowing out further in cuffs like thin, hazy clouds. The blouse's wide collar opens delicately to reveal a simple snowy necklace of silver, the buttons falling in small droplets of frost to the dark evergreen of her skirt, which tumbles leisurely over her slim hips. Freely evading any definite shape, the cloth flows deftly to her calves, a forest's shadow beneath the snowy drifts above, thin stockings of white completing the impression to end at her ever-present, sturdy, slender, soft brown weyrhide boots. Color and sensibility all rolled into one.
A soft cord of the deepest purple winds itself around a similar cord of bright white in a single loop. Small strands of icy blue and shadowy black are intertwined intricately, a long tail of all four colors hanging from the knot, signifying that Elehu is a Healer Journeyman posted at High Reaches Weyr.
She is awake and looks alert.
You notice Elehu looking at you.
Elehu is 22 Turns and 20 days old.

Elehu laughs softly and shrugs, her hands folding behind her as she leans against the stall door behind her. "I don't know, I always enjoyed taking picnics in the rain. Well, not /in/ the rain, but on a rainy spring day like today." She laughs again, dark hazel eyes twinkling lightly in the sparse glowlight. "Gid and I used to make little 'adventures' into the hills around Telgar and set up what we pretended was a tent. Fun times."

Khena grimaces slightly, hanging her jacket over a bale of hay, then wipes her hands on her trousers. "I've spent far too much time in the rain to appreciate it," she says, glancing out at the water curtaining the stable doors. "I'm glad Vyl's back in the wing, though. He wasn't feeling well at all.."

Elehu gives a tiny shrug and a somewhat crooked smile. "Well... any situation is what you make of it, right?" she comments quietly, glancing off to the side for a moment and prodding at a non-existent spec of dust on the beam beside her. "Yeah, there's been quite a few tiny illnesses going around this last season. I have a couple teas that seem to help one way or another." She just trails off again though and drops her hands to her sides. "How's the wing been flying?" Not that she'd know the difference.

"Apart from the, well, casualties, good. No scorings in a long time," Khena notes, smiling slightly with a bit of pride glinting in her eyes. "Lors is going to Tillek.. Did you hear that?" The brownrider would certainly not miss the greenrider when she went. "And Sinead was Searched for Cadgwith's clutch..." Gossip, gossip, gossip. Better than talking about /real/ issues, right?

Elehu arches a brow, a surprised look on her face. "Really... that's interesting. It does happen though, and I've heard blues and greens make the best watchriders." She shrugs though, again having very little real knowledge in the riding area.

"I think she volunteered actually," Khena notes, unable to keep a smirk off her face. "She came from Tillek, y'know?" Approaching one of the runners, the brownrider holds out her hand to its muzzle, muttering slightly to him. "It's been so long since I rode a runner," she muses, eyes unfocusing a bit, though it's not to bespeak her lifemate.

Elehu laughs as she glances out towards the rain soaked pens. "Not much need when you have a dragon like Mneoth," she replies quietly. "Runners can be nice too though, sometimes. Like when it's wet or cold outside and I need to find a patch of herbs." The healer grins, winking at Khena. "I don't usually mind trudging along in that kind of weather, but for hours on end? No thank you."

Khena chuckles, stroking the runner softly on his neck. "We never really let rain stop us when we were traveling," the brownrider says, her face a mask of stone. Obviously 'we' is not she and Mneoth. "It never really bothered me then, but now... I dunno, maybe it's Mneoth who's had an effect on me.. Or I'm just getting too comfortable."

Elehu nods slowly, eyes wide as she ponders that. But in the end she gives a tiny shrug and crosses her arms. "I guess I wouldn't know," she comments, smiling softly. "I think I'll have to stick to runners though, or the occassional rides begged off riders. Now, as for Lorsalia... she /asked/ to go to Tillek? I thought those things were assigned."

"The position was open, I think... I s'posed she's right for it, y'know. Coming from there," Khena says, being quick to pick up a subject not concerning herself. "I don't think she minds, though. Even if she was assigned. She's pretty.. Well, hyper, I s'pose you can call it." The brownrider leans against the stalldoor, tilting her head at the Healer. "So how're you? I heard you had more apprentices now. You must have some more free time, right?"

"Pretty and hyper. Yes, that's just what Tillek needs," Elehu replies, grinning. Okay, maybe she heard wrong. "And yes, Kariel and I have more help now, which is very nice indeed. I'm just about caught up on all the reading I'd been hoping to do by the time summer harvests start up. And what about you? I suppose wing duties keep people pretty busy."

"Aye.. That and sweeps," Khena says, nodding slowly. "I still keep my journal, y'know? ... My spelling's still not any good." The runner's head moves in to nudghe the brownrider's shoulder and she chuckles, reaching up to rub his forehead. "At least I can read it myself..." And nobody else was supposed to, so she wasn't too worried about spelling and handwriting. "I'm glad you're getting more free time. You don't look as stressed anymore..."

"Oh, I thought sweeps were a wing duty too," Elehu replies, frowning quickly, but shrugging even more quickly. Again, not her area. "Oh, that's good to hear," she adds about the journal. "The practice is probably more important than the actual outcome right now, so don't worry so much about spelling. Bit by bit it will make sense. You can always come to the infirmary though if you have questions. I still spend most of my time there, or at least one of the apprentices can point you in the right direction. Usually." All in a rather quiet voice. Not distracted exactly, but not too focused either. "Stressed? Oh... no, I suppose not. It helps that my work load is less, yes." She pauses again and turns to scratch the mare's chin for a moment.

Khena leans her forehead against the runner's neck, taking in the smell of the beast. So different from Mneoth. "It's been a while since you visited," she says, almost muttering into the mane of the runner, turning her head ever so slightly to glance at the Healer. "You haven't even seen the couch Gids made..." For all the brownrider knew, anyway.

Elehu nods a bit and smiles, stepping back from the mare's stall and moving towards the doors to the pens. "Quite a while... Time just flies by sometimes, you know?" She glances back at Khena and smiles. "Ah, that's right. I was hoping he'd remember that. Do you like the couch?"

Pushing away from the runner, giving his head a light pat, Khena comes to join Elehu by the doors, looking out at her lifemate. A sigh escapes her lips as she looks at the muddy and bloody brown, coming towards the stables. "Hold it right there," she says, loudly, holding out a hand, giving Mneoth the 'stop' signal. "I think I better take him to the lake... Before that mud dries off..." Not that there was much chance of that in the pouring rain. Getting her jacket, the brownrider stops for a moment just outside the doors, looking back at Elehu. "I really do like the couch... And I'd be happy to show it to you sometime?"

Elehu nods quickly and waves to Khena, adding a grin and another wave for Mneoth. "Sure, just let me know when." She then bends to pick up her own jacket and slides it on, flipping up the hood.

Khena slips over the gate and into the pens.

[End of log]