Bet You Can't Do This (Syrene)

[Ember]

I am allowing you to swim. Why are you wasting time doing...that? Hisalyth eyed her slave and made her disgust clear through their bond. R'ril flashed what he could see of his green a catty green a bright smile. "How kind of you, my dear. Consider this a warm up?" He said easily. Hisalyth was amazed he could talk at all, nevermind without any strain in his voice. She knew well enough by then that his position was actually comfortable to him but that didn't make it seem any less weird. There were not many of the scrawny two-leggers that were that flexible. Figures that she had to have Impressed to the weirdest one. Oh well, better R'ril than Z'ves.

The greenrider decided to try and press his feet closer to the ground. Currently he was resting his weight on his forearms while his feet were touching the back of his head - also known as the scorpion pose in Terran yoga. He wasn't entirely sure it was physically possible but he tried anyways. "Mmph. Nope, not working...Oi, Pookie dear? What's wrong?" R'ril had a rather good idea what was wrong with the green but... Fucker. Hungry, ovliously. "Obviously. Well then, come he- ah." She didn't usually ask permission to eat him. Her plight was now ovlious, as she would say.

The green let out a whine as she tried in vain to wriggle over to Hers. The sand was not making it easy but those delicious ankles were so tempting and and...Saaaad, pitful, she insulted herself. R'ril's smile was still in place but he was definitely feeling sympathy for his darling mandyr. He was not usually one to be lazy but he really was quite comfortable. He also couldn't count on Hisalyth not eating the mandyr, even assuming she could safely pick such a tiny thing up. It was no secret between the three of them that the two greens hated each other. His problem was, hopefully, solved when he saw another person. "Hey, hey you!" He called out to...

Well that was interesting. He may have been totally smashed that night, but he recognized the person vaguely. Didn't know her name, but she'd been in the drinking competition a while back. "Could you do me a favour?" He was thankfully in one of his 'normal' moods. Hisalyth had been bashing him all morning and he'd had a run in with Z'ves too. He could only wait to see if the person would come closer and help him or if she would just ignore him. He was okay with either one, really. The second would probably even be more fun.

[Shiny]

With land now safely below her, Syrene undid her straps and slid down Wridelth's side. The dark-clad girl stood and straightened her clothes (as much as she could with a Bronze mandyr coiled around her neck, anyway) while the ghostly pale Blue walked over to the river and silently waded into it. The pair had come here to get away from the Weyr and relax.

Wridelth dove under the surface of the water, scraping the riverbed with his talons as he let the current drive him. The water temperature is adequate.[/i] The Blue broke the surface and snorted water into mist, spreading his wings to help him stay afloat and relatively still.

The riverside crunched underneath Syrene's boots as she followed Wridelth at her own pace, scattering pebbles noisily with her dragging feet. She wasn't pouting, no - she was looking for a flat rock, one that would be decent to skip. The current was a little fast today according to Wridelth, but that would not deter her. That one seemed good, Syrene thought as she bent to pick it up, and turned it over in her fingers. Yes, it would skip.

Syrene stood and reeled back her arm horizontally, about to let it fly when a voice completely fizzled her focus. Argh. Onyx eyes watched the rock skip once before sinking, an accompanying haughty snort sounding from Queen at her failure. Whirling around, she stalked towards the distant figure.

Wridelth folded his wings and allowed the current to whisk him along beside Syrene, dull eyes regarding R'ril's pose with scientific interest. "I was aiming to beat my record for six skips. Would've done it too, if you hadn't interrupted me. What do you want?" she snarled once she was close enough to the distorted man. She raised a thin brow upon inspecting his pose. That... couldn't be natural. Queen raised his head from his front limbs to regard the small Green mandyr on the ground below him with purple eyes. Another Slavesubject![/i]

[Ember]

So that's what she'd been doing? "Such a pity that I interrupted you, but I need a little help with my Pookie. As you can see I'm a little occupied right now but she's terribly hungry. If you could just pick her up and put her on my foot?" He smiled disarmingly. "She's the little darling wiggling around on the sand there." He used a foot to point at the small creature. Despite him calling her a darling, she was a truly ugly creature. Her eyes were also whirling a dangerous mix of angry and hungry colours.

A thread of sadness entered the green's eyes at Queen's comment and she retaliated by snapping, Iss, iss. Ugly slavething is. 'Least undumb than bonzie. And then, a thought occured the the green. Oh sure, Hers tasted oh so yummy but she did love him and if she ate all of him then she'd be in trouble. Smartish if give ride? No need ooman thing, ugly bonzie, she cooed roughly. He'd be quite vulnerable if he let her on his back. Plus he was a bronze, so taunting him might well get him to take up her challenge.

R'ril let the green do her plotting. She wouldn't be able to do enough harm to the bronze even if he did agree to give her a ride before his owner stepped in anyways. Hisalyth yawned widely from her position on the sand, neck curved as gracefully as was possible with the thick muscle all over her frame. She was quite bored. I still think I ought to eat the little pest. Well, no...that would probably poison me. Squish it, then. What say you, baby blue? I'm sure you're a real stupid dragon but surely even you understand that they're useless annoyances, much like yourself? Hisalyth addressed Wridelth, broadcasting her thoughts for all to hear.