And bring on the thunder (open)

[Kisha-Ra]

It’s going to rain soon.[/color] A dark blue, dragon sized shape gazed up at the clouds as if judging them, which he was in a way but as most dragons did Azrath was using his rider’s mind to find the information he wanted. Predictive meteorology was not Azrath’s strong point.

In fact it was hardly Darya’s strong point either, but dark rolling clouds and a rising wind that made the whippet lean woman huddle in her thin shirt and shorts that had seemed like a good idea earlier in the day were sort of a give away. They were probably due a wild early summer storm. If they were lucky it might even stop the whole Weyr stinking of smoke and ashes. However, despite the chill in the air Darya merely set her jaw stubbornly and shrugged.

Azrath sighed heavily and flopped over on his side to eye his rider, who currently sat in the sand with her knees drawn up to her chest, her arms folded around them, and her chin resting on her knees. It didn’t look like a very comfortable way for a human to sit but that probably wouldn’t stop Darya doing it. I take it you are not interested in going home then? The dragon inquired pleasantly and received a grunt for his trouble. I’ll take that as a no then. What are you interested in doing, anything? Or is the heat making you too bad tempered to function again? No, impossible, you’re always bad tempered. Well if you’re sure the rain won’t make it worse…[/color] Azrath paused and blinked slowly gauging the effect of his needling

I’m just bad tempered? The thought was slightly amused and with a darker edge of irritation than normally accompanied Darya’s thoughts. Everyone else gets by without an excuse, why not me?

I don’t have to live with everyone else. If you get a cold you’ll be even worse than you already are. You can get colds from sitting put in the rain.[/color] Azrath pointed out implacably, his eyes whirling brighter shades in victory over a coherent response. You’ve probably got sunburn already, you know you burn easily.[/color]

Fussy dragon. I’m only a bit pink. It’ll be gone by this evening. I want to stay here. You’re free to go, if you want. I’ll enjoy the rain.

Stubborn human

[Sheari]

Of all the ways one person could describe another, one word that was definitely not on the list for Anusha was weather-wise. Determined was more like it.

The green weyrlingpair had followed the trail they'd walked before Minth could fly, borrowed fishing pole in hand and a small pouch with dirt and worms in it hanging from her belt. She wasn't very good, but she could now hook the worm right without loosing it.

It is going to rain soon, AnuMine. Couldn't you fish by the river instead?[/color] The green looked up at the canopy, the leaves there rustling as the chilly wind blew through them. Akos sat perched on the the crown of the dragon, catching a leaf in his mouth before she could lower her head. "I know it's going to rain, but this is the best time for the fish to bite without it 'Falling," Anusha replied, wishing she was wearing something longer than shorts just then.

Akos ran down Minth's neck and hop-glided to the shoulder of His. See? The leaf! He had caught it! It was his! He waved the trophy about in triumph before gripping Anusha's shirt with his back feet so he could get a better hold of the leaf. He hop-glided back to his usual perch, appearing little more than a moving scar on the green, climbing back to Minth's head.

The group emerged from the path, Minth seeing Azrath nodded in acknowledgment. Whether he saw or not, she didn't know, laying down in the sand nearby Hers as Anusha cast her line and sat down on a rock to wait. Akos jumped off of Minth and ran over the the bluepair, waving his leaf. See?

[Kisha-Ra]

Azrath’s neck snaked around in the sand so he could look at the greenpair emerging from one of the wider trails around here and the blue rumbled, amused by the sight of another human female dressed like his rider, and apparently just as stubborn. Looks like we have some company, at least I’m not the only one with a rider who’s determined to stay out in the rain.[/color] As he spoke Azrath rolled back upright and flicked his tail idly around so the scarred white tip wrapped around Darya’s back.

Darya lifted her head from her folded arms to watch the green dragon and the girl for a moment before answering her dragon. It’s a large beach, I’m sure I can stand it, and rain isn’t all that bad Azrath. In spite of her words, and the snippy tone of them Darya leaned back slightly so more of her back was in contact with Azrath’s warm tail. Some scrap of white caught her attention as it raced across the sand towards the bluepair, notable because it wasn’t moving with the wind. Darya squinted at it for a moment before the thing resolved into a white salamandyr. Darya grinned when she noted the creature was waving a leaf, quite a prize for such a small salamandyr, and it was obviously pleased with itself about having it. ‘Hello there little one, did you catch that all by yourself?’ She asked the little beast, uncurling her body so she could stretch a hand toward the salamandyr and twitch a finger at it.

Azrath sighed as if put upon, though his eyes whirled a relaxed, cheerful, turquoise shade. For some reason Darya actually liked salamandyrs, even those that were generally regarded as awful. No matter how much she complained about Imp she still adored the little beast. Hello, is your rider as stubborn about staying out as mine is? Azrath asked the green, mildly curious about the why any human would want to stay out in the rain.