Sand stretches from bowl's floor to water smoothly, leaving a mere lapping of slight waves to slap against the shoreline. The sand is left less packed here than it is in the bowl, the soft sand underfoot opening onto the Weyr's oasis. Mirror-like water can reflect merciless sun into the eyes of the unwary, but the bold colors of a sunset casting colors against the lake makes this a much-favored spot. Far to the northwest, the hurry of the living cavern area is left behind and the warmth that penetrates through a weary body on the unshaded shore rivals that of the hatching grounds to the northeast.

A dappled coat of brown so dark it could be black covers this gelding's muscular frame. His powerful hindquarters and massive shoulder are offset by his trim barrel, giving him the lean build of a true athlete. His legs are in perfect proportion to his body, and move in smooth, freely flowing gaits with tremendous agility. His neck, muscular yet refined carries his head naturally just above the level. His full mane matches his long tail, both a midnight black. His broad jowls are the most prominent feature of his head, accentuated all the more by his delicate muzzle and small ears. His amber eyes give witness to his inner calm and intelligence. He stands 15.3 HH.

Bravado gallops up the lakeshore, splashing through the shallows of the lake with Kirah astride, the pair seems oblivious to anything but the spray of water being kicked up.

Cymri moves lightly across the sand, feet bare for once. She draws back just in time to miss being splashed, a trace of surprise crossing her face immediately before the frown takes reign over lips. "Well!" comes the huffy remark, as Cymri stares towards runner-human pair. She crosses her arms, towel having been dropped when she moved back.

Astride Bravado, Kirah reins the gelding to a walk with a wince, the beach had been clear when she started her hack. She directs the runner toward Cymri, "Terribly sorry about that, didn't get you wet did I?" She hopes not, keeping the runner at a walk while he catches his breath.

Cymri shakes her head slightly, then gives Kirah a much calmer little appraisal than earlier. "It's okay; you missed me by a lot, actually." Eyes still a little dilated, she offers a very faint smile, "It just scared the wits out of me for a moment there." Her destined spot of the beach, too, had been clear when she started forward. Making an effort to regain her full composure, Cymri sweeps a curious gaze over Bravado, "Nice looking runner. Is he yours?"

Astride Bravado, Kirah nods, "Glad to hear it, I'd have felt horrible if we'd splashed you. I usually walk down and gallop back up, to avoid such trouble." she shrugs, "But even that isn't entirely foolproof as you see." she smiles in response to the last question, and pats the gelding's sweating neck affectionately, "Yep, this is Bravado." Much more of a companion than a possession though.

Cymri inclines her head, accepting that without comment. Cheeks lighting a bit, she smiles, "And I really wasn't paying enough attention to where I went, either. You'd certainly think a runner would be easier to notice than I would!" Especially with Cymri's own short stature, but that goes unsaid. "So, we're both forgiven, both to blame?"

Astride Bravado, Kirah pats the gelding again and swings down, landing squarely at Brav's shoulder. She chuckles as she loosens the girth, "That sounds like a fair assessment of the situation to me." She smiles, "So what brings you to the beach this evening?" She checks the runners pulse to see that it is slowing normally.

Amused smile plays across Cymri's lips, "Actually, I was hoping to escape the crowds and take a swim." And we all see how perfectly that worked. "Speaking of which, do you see my towel? I believe I dropped it," she rolls her eyes, "In fear." Eyes scanning the sands, Cymri mutters, "It's a ... mulberry shade. More brown than wine red, but something along that hue." She shrugs, not seeming much concerned with getting the exact color.

Kirah loosens her grip on Brav's reins slightly as she scans the sands, looking for said towel. Seeing something a short ways up the beach she points, "Would that be it?"

Cymri glances up the beach, eyes following indicated direction, then shakes her head, voice softly self-effacing, "I /would/ manage to throw it well out of the way, of course..." Gaze returning to Kirah, she smiles, "You've found it, indeed. Thanks." Moving quickly towards the towel, she stoops, steals, and /shakes/, sending a fury of hissing sand in all directions about her.