[PRP] Secure, Contain, Protect [Brenley / Valendyr]

[Smerdle]

Jutting out of the water about a hundred feet from its edge was a strange, dim shape, nearly indistinguishable from the darkening skies above. It didn't appear to move, but every so often the sound of an extra splash reached the shore, one that could not have been made by the regular lapping of the waves.

 

[Smerdle]

Brenley sat on a rock well away from the shore, several sheets of wrinkly parchment braced on his leg with one hand, while the other scribbled notes. He barely looked down, which was probably for the best, considering that he wouldn't have been able to see much of what he was writing if he did. The emerging stars held most of his attention, but he hadn't failed to notice the... thing in the ocean. He paused now, leaning forward and squinting out over the water.

What was that?

 

[Uta]

Valendyr was enjoying the evening air with his trio of fire-lizards. Dagger, Switchblade, and Scimitar all happily flew around him, sometimes chasing one another, other times pausing to land on him for a few steps, before taking off. He had spent the last hour training them, working on visual commands, as well as attempting to show the young Scimitar a few tricks. Valendyr couldn't stand unruly flts, and the entertainer in him enjoyed working with them; he might not have had a troupe to travel with, anymore--but his little flits put on a good show, or so he biasedly liked to believe; if he ever had to go back to making marks at various Holds and Halls, they could at least help in a pinch.

Walking along the beach, the Candidate would have walked right on past had not Switchblade decided to take an interest in the stranger, perched upon the rock. The little blue gave a curious peep, before winging well away from Valendyr, so as to best investigate the strange rock ornament. Cheep? The little blue circled Brenley a few times, curious.

"Stop harassing him, Switch!" Valendyr trotted after, giving a little whistle, and grimacing when the flit didn't obey. The little blue had always been his source of trouble, and tonight it seemed no different. He recognized Brenley as another Candidate, though not one he knew particularly well. That, of course, wasn't unusual for Val, who tended to keep primarily to himself.

While Switchblade was quick to return once Valendyr got close enough, the young man did wonder what the other was doing. Stargazing maybe? "Hope he didn't bother your...." he let his apology trail, gesturing to Brenley instead with a small shrug. "Whatever it is you're doing."

Smerdle

This could be the world's shortest RP given Val isn't known to be super social either. LOL

 

[Smerdle]

He didn't react to the blue flit at first, not until he heard Valendyr shoo him away. Bren folded his notes and almost immediately seemed to forget they existed as he propped his palm on the rock and turned around, the papers crinkling between it and his hand.

"I was looking at the stars," he replied, confirming the other Candidate's assumption. "But now..." Brenley gestured out toward the water, then realizing how dark it had become, he added, "I noticed whatever that is out there. I'm not sure if I should examine it or report it."

Uta

stoic boys unite

 

[Uta]

Valendyr looked out over where Brenley gestured, squinting at the dark waters, trying to figure out exactly what it was he was looking at. If he hadn't known any better he would have thought it was just part of the scenery; but the way Brenley spoke of it, had him second-guessing. He couldn't make it out at this hour, though he did try.

"Huh," he mused, trying to remember if he'd ever noticed it before. There were frequent enough islands and small outcroppings of stone all along the beach, but Valendyr honestly didn't ay enough attention to know if something looked off or not. "Any idea what it might be?" He asked, curious whether or not Brenley had any ideas, given he was the one studying.

"Could always send a flit out for a closer look," he suggested, deciding he might as well try to be helpful. He had at least two flits who were trained in retrieval, though Switchblade was a bit more unreliable than Dagger. Even if there was nothing to bring back, fire-lizards did often send pictures of their whereabouts, which might give them a lead. Besides, whatever was out there had to just be some stonescape, right? Couldn't be anything else... could it?

Smerdle

Logical offer.