dare you to move [t'mund]

[Avu]

What is /that/.

Well. Someone woke up grumpy, didn’t they. A’emi sighed loudly, throwing his arm across his face and swatted ineffectually at the air with his other, too sleepy to be bothered to actually give a coherent answer to the green. It was nice outside, thank you, and he was so not going to be bothered napping indoors if he could have a much more satisfying nap outside. Except for the ground was terribly uncomfortable, so he’d strung up a fur between two trees, tied off the edges, and crawled into it. Instant comfortable bed. Wasn’t he a genius.

Kyrahth did not think so, apparently. The green dragon wound around one of the trees, rearing onto her hind legs and poking at the hammock with one talon. It swayed, A’emi yelping indignantly and grabbing onto the edges of the furs. Kyrahth’s eyes narrowed deviously, and she poked it again, harder. The swaying intensified, and finally A’emi blurted, “STOP! Stopstopstop, what are you doing, are you trying to kill me, Kyrahth stop!”

Tell me what it is, the dragon commanded, and poked him again.

“A hammock! Okay? It’s a hammock! It was comfortable up until you started poking me, too! Shoo, shoo, go away, Kyraaaahth…” The name was drawn out in an exaggerated moan of disapproval, A’emi flopping backwards snugly into the hammock and curling up. The greenrider pushed his face into the furs, fingers still curled around the edges of the furs to keep himself from toppling out should Kyrahth decide to tip him over entirely – which he would not be at all surprised at. Evil green was evil. “Shooooo…pleaaaase.”

No thank you, Kyrahth replied, like it had been optional. What did you say it was called? A hammock? It doesn’t look like a hammock to me. It looks like a deathtrap. I hate it. Shall I demonstrate? Her talons tickled along the bottom of the furs, sending A’emi jolting upwards, eyeing her distrustfully.

“You wouldn’t…” he hissed, fully awake now. “I’d break my neck. I don’t bounce, you know, don’t even try it.” Oooorrrr he could just cling to the hammock and dangle there like an oversized leech, but A’emi was hardly going to offer that to Kyrahth, it’d make her think he wouldn’t break his neck and then she would tip him. He clung stubbornly, just in case, as the green’s eyes narrowed further, contemplation dancing yellow in her eyes.

Hmm…

A’emi twisted, frantically, deciding getting down of his own volition would hurt a lot less than if Kyrahth did it for him. The flaw in his plan? He hadn’t exactly planned on getting down. And letting go of the hammock was absolutely out of the question. Brilliant.

[Ruby]

T'mund was outdoors. 'Why?' was a perfectly legitimate question, one the Weyrling continued to ask himself. The answer, as usual, was Jagjith.

"Do you remember the part where I despise exercise, Jagjith? Or the minor detail that when I am out in the sun, I turn approximately the color of a tomato?"

Whining is neither effective nor attractive, T'mund, the Brown responded, picking up his pace. Now speed up or be left behind.

With a sigh that sounded more like the utterance of a small child than that of a Senior Journeyman/Senior Weyrling, T'mund did pick up his pace, breaking into a near-jog that was really not much more than a loping walk. He didn't want to be here, so he was bound and determined to makes this as difficult as possible. "Jagjith, I believe I am perspiring! It's sooooo groooossss," he whined, slowing down even more.

Without warning, T'mund slammed into Jagjith's flank, bouncing off and landing on his butt. "Hey! What was that -"

Shhh. There is a dragon and her rider up ahead, and I will not have you embarass me in their presence. If you refuse to run, at least ride, the Brown demanded, suddenly offering a leg that nearly knocked T'mund off his feet again. "I will walk," the Weyrling said, nose in the air as he pushed the leg away. "And anyway, I can still mount you without a boost."

Barely.

Shut up or I will dance the polka for this rider you so want to impress, T'mund threatened, jogging off in the direction they had been headed, from which some very mysterious noises were coming.

I am not interested in Impressing anyone, I simply do not want my rider to appear the fool, Jagjith replied, stalking after his human in his highly coordinated gait.

They passed by A'emi and Kyrahth's clearing without so much as a wave, T'mund's nose in the air and Jagjith's neck proudly arched, clearly meant to be seen but not hailed. But before they were out of sight, T'mund stopped, taking a better look. Jagjith went an additional step before turning, ready to shephard his Rider away if he needed to, but... "Hey, are you alright up there?" T'mund asked, one eyebrow raised and condescension in his nasal voice. The man in the hammock looked stuck at best, and even if that was his dragon, she looked dangerous with her claws poised like that. Perhaps T'mund could save someone's life, like a true hero?

[Avu]

Well doesn’t /somebody/ think themselves fancy, there was something in Kyrahth’s tone that made it clear that she wasn’t, for once, speaking of A’emi, though the words could easily be applicable to the vanity of her Rider. Claws hovering inches from the end of the hammock in a clear bid to cut through the furs, her gaze had narrowed on Jagjith and T’mund past A’emi, who cautiously turned, tightening his grasp just in case it was a trick of some sort. He doubted it would be, because Kyrahth wasn’t one for subtlety like that when she clearly had the advantage anyway, but just in case.

“Huh,” he observed mildly, when his gaze found brown and weyrlingrider. “It’s like a two-person parade. A particularly odd one.” His head tilted to one side, a half-smile quirking at the corners of his mouth. “Or particularly unimpressive, as it were…” If only because the dragon was so small. For a brown, anyway. He was already as large if not larger than Kyrahth, who was small even for a green. He snuck a glance at Kyrahth, whose eyes had narrowed upon the weyrling pair with a look of sneering condescension in them, and slid carefully towards one of the tree branches.

If he could just reaaach…

And the brownweyrling spoke.

A’emi facepalmed as Kyrahth’s attention returned instantly to the hammock—deathtrap, she corrected—and sighed audibly, “Just peachy, it’s fantastically fun being stuck up here, want to trade places and see?” He deigned to ignore the condescension blatantly clear in T’mund’s voice—there wasn’t anything to throw at him, anyway, within reach, and he was (literally) looking down at the kid anyway. So ha, he won by default. That was how dragons won fights, wasn’t it, the one on top always had the advantage. (Being up in a tree and incapable of getting down probably didn’t count, but that was why he hadn’t said it out loud.)

Kyrahth’s head swiveled, claws coming to rest lightly on the edge of the furs. The hammock quivered, and A’emi grabbed the edges tightly, dignity thrown to the winds. The green’s jaws opened in a dangerous mimicry of a smile, eyes focused not on her Rider but on Jagjith and His. You may inform Yours that any offers of aide should be kept to himself, for I shall not appreciate a weyrling and His attempting to /butt in/ on what is not their business, she said softly to Jagjith, Continue to prance on your way, and Mine and I shall not disturb you.

[Ruby]

Oblivious to the opportunity for escape he'd just denied A'emi, T'mund simply shrugged at the rider and replied, "No thanks, I believe I will stay down here, after all" in a horribly smug manner. Leaning back against Jagjith's leg behind him, the Brownweyrling crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, glancing briefly up at the brown to comment, This should be good. Let's watch until she knocks him off. Jagjith snorted gently, most of his attention on Kyrahth. Not quite ready to let things lie, T'mund added, "Backhanded whining is not a particularly good way to get down out of a tree, in case you were wondering."

While T'mund was busy poking the tiger in the cage, Jagjith was holding his ground physically, but delicately retreating and side-stepping mentally. No reason to pick a fight or cause a problem with the little green, he had better things to think about. Duly noted, he responded, but did not pass the message on to T'mund - he would not play go between, here. She could speak directly to His if she had a problem with him. We simply wondered if Yours was in danger of falling. I would certainly want someone to help were mine in that sort of danger, he added. His tone was even and reserved, not accusatory, but somehow he still managed to clearly imply that he would never endanger T'mund in such a way, so how could she even consider it.

She would like us to go, was the only part of Kyrahth's message that Jagjith did pass on, accompanying his words with a little shove to the small of the Weyrling's back. Ahhh, but I want to see him fall! T'mund moaned, but all it took was one look from Jagjith to make him shut up. Let me ride, then, he demanded, reaching to climb up the Brown's flank. Jagjith offered Kyrahth a very stiff Apologies for any disturbance we may have caused, then bent down to give T'mund the boost he needed.

[Avu]

What right had he to be so terribly smug, huh?

A’emi consoled himself with the knowledge that Kyrahth just didn’t think T’mund interesting enough to care about, or else the boy would have a faceful (and more) of green dragon hell-bent on making him screech like a girl. And yes, that did make him feel better, in some kind of roundabout perverse way. He cautiously loosened one hand to swat at the air in T’mund’s direction, “No, I kind of figured getting down would require more movement of the body and less of the mouth, I don’t really know how talking of any kind would get me anywhere, but thanks for the hint anyway. I’ll be sure and remember it the next time someone passes and wants to face down a dragon who wouldn’t let me get hurt anyway to rescue me, knight in silver armor style…”

I don’t break Mine, was the green’s cold response. Just because Jagjith was still even-toned didn’t mean she bothered with things as diplomatic as that. She didn’t like him, so why would she bother? And anyway, she didn’t tend to really hurt A’emi. Much. He was resilient, he could bounce. A flick of her tail, a twitch of the claw that had the hammock quivering dangerously again, And I certainly don’t appreciate /your/ help. Her lips curled faintly, eyes slitting as she watched Jagjith lean down for his rider to mount.

A’emi eyed Kyrahth, judged the distance to the nearest tree branch, and made a made scramble for it. He managed to latch onto the branch with one hand when Kyrahth’s head snapped back, alerted by the movement of the hammock at her Rider’s undignified squirming. The green almost smiled at him again, teeth bared in a decidedly unfriendly manner, and then flipped the hammock. A’emi yowled, hissing at her through his teeth as his legs dropped out from under him and the branch creaked under his weight. The green’s head dipped forward, teeth latching onto the back of his shirt, and a quick tug had him dangling from her mouth, worming his fingers into his collar.

“On the other hand,” he commented, half-breathless, “Whining might actually work.” He reached up awkwardly, twisting one arm behind him, to pat Kyrahth on the muzzle absently. She huffed at him, and raked her claws down the hammock, letting the sad little flutters of fur get chased away by the breeze. Tilting her head at Jagjith, her voice as coldly formal as if she wasn’t carrying her Rider in her mouth like a rather oversized ragdoll, As you were.

[Ruby]

Well, that was clear enough, T'mund commented, swinging up the rest of the way onto Jagjith's back with the help of the Brown's straps. Of course, Jagith replied, both to his rider and to Kyrahth. A'emi wasn't dignified with a response, only with a snort from T'mund as he screeched and fell. Not even remotely worth their time, much less deserving of their company.

And this is why we shall be Wingleader or Weyrleader one day, so we will not have to deal with such stupidity, T'mund said, nose in the air. Jagjith, though, shook his head. T'mundmine, it is for people like this that we must become leaders. They need us to keep them from acting with such... indiginty. Turning instead to Kyrahth, he responded to her order with a simple Certainly. Be careful with Yours - you only get one.

And that was that. A still smug T'mund rode an incredibly calm and collected Jagjith out of the clearing, making their way to an area where they could take off without getting tangled in trees. The rider was safe, if that was his dragon - or if he wasn't it was his own fault.

((Sorry it's so short- T'mund's a jerk XD))