Moonlit Stroll (Open)

[Lark]

The night was swiftly approaching, and the Weyr was starting to slow down for the end of the day. There were only the wher handlers and a select few Weyrfolk who were not quite ready to turn in still left. Dalia blinked in the darkness, her mind unable to settle enough to calm down. The candidate felt a body snuggle against hers, and she smiled at the weyrbrat. The thirteen turn old had decided to stay with the younger children in the crèche instead of the candidate barracks. It was familiar here, her domain, her place of comfort. She smiled happily to herself as she caressed a gentle hand down the weyrbrat's hair.

Looking around once more, Dalia crept out of the covers, her legs swinging over the side of the bed and dangling at the edge. They didn't reach the floor yet, so she stilled when she jumped down at heard the audible thud. Counting to three, she relaxed and went on her way. Tris chirped softly from her shoulder, the brown wrapping his tail around her neck.

His was doing something fun, something dangerous even?!? The brown trilled again only to be hushed by the candidate. Dodging someone passing by, Dalia slipped out one of the entrances and started walking. It was wonderful hearing the sounds of the forest at night. There was just so much that could be heard! She kept to the shadows though, not wanting to alarm any watchful guards.

Glancing up at the moons, Dalia gave a content sigh as she started following the little rivers to the lake. It was in the middle of the night by the time she arrived there. Glancing around, the candidate made for the nearest tree, haulingherself up into its branches and snuggling into the nitch it created.

Taking a small wooden flute from her shoulder bag, she put it to her lips and hesitantly blew out a note. Dalia hadnt the slightest clue how to play, but when she had snitched it from a drunk Harper, she had vowed to learn for the children. They needed something to take their minds off of the southern riders. Speaking of which weren't really on Dalia's mind at the moment. She wanted to be here, so she was. Plain, simple.

[jillianna]

Jillalene wandered again. It seemed like she and Eulurth walked somewhere every night. Tonight she was on her own. Her loves had curled on their couch and somehow she'd managed to get out without them waking. The silence and emotional freedom was so comforting. It felt like it had been so long.

Tonight was the forests. The dagger hung at her side incase she ran across any of the forest's less than happy residents that seemed to come out with the moons. The silence was only interrupted by the chirping of the insects around the forest as she walked toward the lake. on a calm night like tonight, the surface would be like a mirror.

She had thought she would be alone once she got there, Looking into the lake's mirror, silvery by the light of the moon. She wasn't alone. A note, like a flute, played from somewhere above. Looking over her shoulder she saw... a girl in the trees?

"Hello?"

(sorry it's so short, sleepy)

[Lark]

Dalia stiffened when she heard footsteps. The weyrbrat looked down out of the tree she was in, eying the girl walking below carefully. At least it wasn't a feline or something like that. Putting the flute away, she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. It had gotten free from the pony-tail, though she wasn't quite sure why that mattered right now to her. She didn't answer at first, she only watched, not quite sure what to do. Her body shifted though to follow the person's movements.

Finally, Dalia sighed and crouched low over the tree branch and then hooked her legs around the limb. Letting go, she hung from it and looked at the girl upside down. "Hey." She smiled, pulling herself back up and perching on the limb again. "So, what brings you out here?" She pretended to become interested in something on her hand, only looking at the stranger occasionally. Glancing up, she tilted her head to the side. It was a pretty night....very pretty. Too bad someone had to come along and ruin it, though perhaps this girl was another follower in the waiting?

Dalia liked her followers...she liked being in charge. The thought gave a crooked little grin to her lips and she giggled. "Do you like music?" She sang the words to the random notes she had been playing, her voice high and breathy like a songbird's. The brown lump on her shoulder moved, a firelizard raising his head up to chirp. So then, Tris finally woke up? This would be interesting. The brown tilted his head to the side and trilled, eying the New One to try and see if she had any shinies.