I'd rather just relax (Ivy)

[Sebz]

Casiloy was actually quite pleased with the map that Ivy and himself had come up with, though there was no denying that it needed a good bit of work. He had spread the scroll out on the grass, and weighed down three of the folding corners with small stones, the last corner held down by Casiloy, the brown mandyr. The brown was quite interested with the markings on the parchment, though Casiloy was quite sure that the brown had no inkling of what they ment. Pretty? The brown asked, nosing the designs. Casiloy smiled. Sure the mandyr wasn't the smartest, but he knew good work when he saw it. "Yea, really pretty."

Casiloy took pride in his work, and when he did a job, he tended to see it threw. Thats why he, even after adding all the small details into the map, had told the red head candidate to meet him here, so she could look over their project in case he missed something, Casiloy was sure that he had.

The sun was shining brightly, which was kind of a shame. He would much rather just lay back and relax in the sun, maybe get his tan on. Working on a day like this just seemed so wrong. Surely Elisabeta had planned this, that cruel taskmaster must have known that the weather would be absolutly splendid, just another way to torture the candidates as they were stuck working on their map.

Sleep bright close eyes dark, the mandyr chirpered from the parchment, curling up himself. Work later red do work Casiloys dark dark? Casiloy had been bonded with the Salamandyr long enough to get the just of the mandyr's confused messages. "Maybe just a short nap?"

The mandyr purred like a feline contently before closing his eyes. Casiloy smiled laying down in the grass, shifting to get comfortable, something which, in the candidate's opinion was impossible as long as he donned the trousers and shirt that he apperantly had to wear to be 'sociably acceptable.'

[Ivy]

Ivy was running late to meet her partner, Casiloy. She hadn't meant to be late but Eros had insisted she had to give him a sweetsand scrub right now. No was not an option for the bossy little Blue. So once she'd finally finished with that, as well as oiling him down afterwards, she made her way outside. Being inside for so long she frowned at the bright sunlight for a moment until her eyes adjusted. Once she could see clearly she looked around. Ah, there he was - though she almost looked him over, since he wasn't wearing a skirt.

Making her way to him in a fast paced walk - if she'd broken into a jog she was bound to get uncomfortable quickly or fall out of her breastband, she'd worn one she'd altered to be able to wear with very low cut blouses. Which is exactly what she had on. The deep v-cut exposed a lot of cleavage and a lot of breast to be seen. Still she wasn't just hanging all out there - and honestly how else was she supposed to get a little tan going if she was constantly covered up all modestly? Below she was wearing a pair of shorts which ended just above mid-thigh on her. No shoes, she preferred to be bare foot.

Red hair swayed in time with her hips with each step. The quick steps putting a bit of... bounce... in her chest region. Not that Casiloy would notice - was he really napping? She wasn't that late.

Coming up to the other Candidate she smiled down at him and nudged his side lightly with her foot. Then she noticed the brown salamandyr, she'd mistaken it for a rock at first glance. "Oh! Who is this little one?" She cooed out before bending forward to offer her finger out towards the salamandyr - apparently forgetting how she was dressed. A blush came to her cheeks as some quick standing up and adjusting kept her girls tucked away, and she decided kneeling would be better than bending over again.

So she knelt down next to the map, the salamandyr, and the boy she was paired with. "Casiloy? You're not sleeping are you?"

[Sebz]

Touch no bad touch! Casiloy screamed in annoyance, not to Ivy herself but to his human. Casiloy was up in an instant, scrambling to calm the little brown down. By now, he was used to the fits that Casiloy through from time to time, and had figured out the best way to calm him down was to remove whatever upset him so. Bad touch bad touch RAPE CASILOY RED TOUCH Casiloy trilled, frilling his spines

The candidate groaned inwardly, the mandyr liked to memorize words, but rarely grasped the meaning of said words. Apperantly, the little brown had added the word "rape" to his very small vocabularly. "Sorry Ivy," he muttered grabbing the brown, who was intimidating the bulge of an angry dragon, trying to scare the red head away.

"Shut up Moron," the candidate said, bringing the creature to eye level. Casiloy rape Casiloy? CASILOY NO RAPE HIM "Shards!" Casiloy growled as the mandyr clamped down his teeth in the the candidates finger. The candidate shook his hand until the salamandyr was disloudged, sending careening into the air. The candidate didn't bother to check that the mandyr landed saftly, Casiloy had learned that Casiloy was perhapst the only mandyr able to sustain flight. Sure enough, the brown flitted right back to Casiloy's head and landed with a thump, growling. At least he had stopped yelling.

"Not sleeping any more," the candiate grinned, fixing his gaze on Ivy, whom seemed to have embraced Casiloy's "anti-clothes" movement. Still, he felt a little uncomfortable, he was comfortable with his own body, but not with anybody elses. "The sun was warm and I was tired," he said, shrugging. "You doing well?" he asked curiously, before patting the map besides them. "I think I added most of the details, but I'm sure I've missed something. Could you look it over please?"

[Ivy]

A rapid series of blinks were given as the salamandyr - for lack of a better term - freaked out. Yelling nonsense about rape and bad touches - really she had only gotten close to touching him, no contact was made. Scooting back a bit she watched as Casiloy apologized for his brown. Blue eyes took in the scene as the 'mandyr bit the boy then was flung then flew back.

Once everything and everyone seemed to settle down a bit, Casiloy answered her question. "Ah, I see. I didn't mean to interrupt your nap then..." Scooting closer to him a bit nervously - she didn't want to cause another freak out from the 'mandyr - she looked over the map. "I think it looks very good. Some of the jungle should be filled out better though... I've been out there, I can help with that."

Her cheeks turned a bit pink when she mentioned the jungle, since the area he'd forgotten on the map was the area she'd been accosted by two crazy older men. She'd been doing her best to forget the incident - and certainly hadn't told anyone about it. Only the two men - whom she didn't know and hadn't seen again, thankfully - and Eros knew. Leaning over the map she took the stylus and began to flesh out the missing area of jungle. Of course she left out the little 'camp' the crazies had - its not like Elisabeta would know it was there anyway. A few minutes later she was done and she sat back to flash a smile at Casiloy.

"I'm doing well by the way. Thanks for asking. How are you? And... is your salamandyr alright? I didn't mean to surprise him..."

[Sebz]

Casiloy, the mandr that is, contented himself to making a long stream of hissing noises, which were quite easy to ignore. Casiloy the candidate tentatively plucked the brown off his head and lay him in the grass a few feet away from his partner, and after watching the mandyr curl up, returned to Ivy.

As he watched her fill in the jungle, Casiloy noticed a tinge of pink creep over her face. The boy was still a little confused on human expressions, but he was pretty sure that a blush meant embraressment. He thankfully had enough tact not to ask Ivy what was wrong, but he continued to regard her with a curious expression until she answered his question.

"I'm quite alright," the blonde said after a moments thought. Nothing bad had happened to him since he had joined with the weyr, save for being tortured by Elisabeta on a weekly basis, but that really couldn't be helped. And since nothing spectacular or out of the ordinary had occured, except perhaps his new friendship with a green dragon named Feyrianth and her rider, 'quite alright' seemed to some up his feelings quite nicely.

"And Casiloy is fine, he's a bit dumb you know?" It was true, the salamandyr was not the brightest ever shelled, but you had better not mention that to him. "It's fine, he's just wierd, not your fault. At least he's shut up now," the candidate muttered, glancing at his pet.

The conversation lulled and Casiloy decided to prod his partner, trying to do nothing but learn more about Ivy. "So you know a lot about the jungle? You filled it out quite well." So much for being tactful.

[Ivy]

She busied herself with filling in the empty portions of the jungle, fleshing it out quite nicely on the map. She finished and sat back up just as Casiloy asked about her knowledge of the jungle. Biting her bottom lip a bit she looked at him and nodded, "I've been out there a few times to gather some of the herbs the infirmary needed. I don't know why they don't just find a place to grow them themselves near by. I wouldn't recommend running around out there alone though... there are..." a short pause, since she had wanted to say 'crazy old men', "... felines out there. Best to have a buddy. Preferably one with a dragon."

Smiling she brushed the stray strands of her hair out of her eyes and looked him over again, "So did Elisabeta talk you out of your skirts?"

Oh, wow. That came out sounding wrong.

[Sebz]

"Felines," Casiloy mused as he watched her sketch. That did sound like a good enough reason to stay away from the jungles. But perhaps say he did run into one, maybe, with the help of a rider, he would be able to obtain a pelt. Feline pelt would work fantastically for a clothing design he was working on right now. And as for a friend with a dragon, he wasn't above begging a favor from Erilena and Feyrianth. Anyways, he wanted to see them again, it had been quite a long time.

As for the comment on the skirts, her frowned slightly. "Kinda, I'm not fond of being reffered to as 'skirt'. Pants are just so uncomfortable! You're lucky," he said gesturing to Ivy's outfit. "I can't get away with wearing that, but if I could I would." Casiloy spent a second admiring Ivy's aperal. At least somebody in the weyr knew how to dress themselves half way decently.

[Ivy]

Ivy couldn't help but give a slight chuckle at the mental image Casiloy gave when he said he would wear what she was if he could get away with it. "I think you'd attract all the wrong kind of attention if you did." She smirked and handed over the map. "Did I miss anything anywhere? Do you think this will be good enough for Elisabeta?"

She mused for a minute then shook her head, "Nevermind, even if it were perfect, that harpy wouldn't be pleased. Still I think we did a damn good job, don't you?"

[Sebz]

Casiloy frowned slightly at her comment. The wrong kind of attention? Was there even something that could be considered that. Honestly, he didn't care what people thbough of his outfit choices, it was his outfit after all, not there. He nodded in agreement though at her second statement. "Yes, we did well I think. But I'm sure Elisabeta will fault it anyway so there's no point trying to do better." With that Casiloy leaned back and petted his brown mandyr idly, watching the clouds go by. Now with the assignment done, he was free to spend the day how he pleased, and Casiloy pleased to sit back and relax.