Afternoon Siesta {open}

[Sheari]

It was lovely, quite lovely in fact. Minth sprawled across her 'ledge, sunning herself in the warm, April afternoon. Instead of being on her belly, curled up, wings loose, she was spread eagle and on her back. Much like a relaxed dog, her tail hung partly off the edge, one wing open while the other was nestled against her body, pinned beneath her. It was one of the freedoms that was still allowed the native denziens of Selenitas. Minth could care less right now.

Fed, bathed, oiled, her hide was bright in the sun, though not Rise-shining. She knew she'd probably be up soon, but the thought of being chased by any of the wasteland dragons didn't appeal to her. They probably wouldn't want her anyway. Isn't it beautiful Anusha?[/i] she crooned from her position. "Someone is going to see you, swoop down, and gut you without a second thought," the woman responded with a frown. Minth raised her head, unperturbed. They wouldn't do that. They need all the dragons they can get, they can't afford to just go around killing us,[/i] the green replied. Anusha noted how she still divided the weyr into "us" and "them". Her refusal to include the wasteland riders with the Selenitas riders seemed permanent.

It was one thing for the weyr to be divided in her mind, but she was even that way with the small wing they were assigned to. She was polite, but more kind to Dsoleth and Craivaruth. The green rider knew she her dragon stood on the grounds of Kyonath and Lucith. The wasteland blue was regarded with venom and spite in private, but tolerated for public purposes. Kyonath was given casual suspicion and was otherwise ignored. Minth would not call her a "green sister", but rather "that green on their wing".

Minth relaxed the muscles in her neck, allowing her head to fall back. Stubborn she was, and while Her's might have other ideas, Minth knew she'd be able to roll over and protect herself in that event anyway. Relax, Mine! All is well right now![/i] Minth encouraged with a contented sigh, eyes half lidded. "That may be so, but I'm hungry and your leathers are clean for flying," And your legs are fine for walking,[/i] argued Minth.

[Requiem]

Are all of Dsoleth's slavelings so lazy? Ykkith questioned Minth from the skies above, the older brown spinning neatly and dropping toward her like a stone. There was a note of teasing in the question. Just a note. It would be a shame if she didn't believe him the cruel, terrifying beast that all the Benden dragons were in the minds of Selenitas. (Which was weird, actually. The riders had to be constantly reminding their dragons, since none had memories long enough to know that the other dragons were 'imposters.' Ykkith only remembered because he was still treated like he had the dragons' equivalent of leprosy by many.)

An adjustment of tail and wingsails at the last moment had the experienced dragon buzzing right over the top of Minth, the green so close he could have gutted her with his claws if he'd wanted to. But why would he? She was such a pretty young green, after all. And no doubt useful when she wasn't lounging around like a bag of tubers. Banking, he executed a neat turn just this side of rash considering the proximity of the canyon face and dropped onto the vacant ledge next to hers. Ykkith folded his wings neatly. No training today?

Ur'h unclipped from the straps and slipped off Ykkith. He removed helmet and goggles, running a gloved hand through graying hair. "That sort of flying is better left for the young. Are you trying to twist my guts into a knot?" Technically, isn't that how guts come? In a knot? Ur'h rolled his eyes. His dark gaze drifted to Anusha. Fire had broken for their midday meal, and likely that was what T'san's wing was doing, too. Unless the other brownrider wanted their Weyrleader up in his business for not relentlessly grinding down his wing.

Either way, it wasn't really Ur'h's concern. He wasn't here to monitor whether or not other wingleaders were living up to their orders. The brownrider followed orders as he always had and otherwise stayed out of the way. It wasn't that he was shy. He really just didn't care. In his experience, those who did their job well hung around for awhile, and the rest tended to disappear before they could become too much of a nuisance.

"What's your name, girl?" he questioned, a brisk clip to the question. "If my Ykkith can't resist a target like that, you're inviting worse trouble than him. He's merely playful." Aw, you always ruin my fun.

[Sheari]

Incoming! He's one of your wastelanders.

Not. Lazy.[/i] was Minth's curt reply, tone smooth. She rolled over onto her belly almost gracefully, pushing with her pinned wing to flip quicker. She would ignore the "slaveling" remark. This was a wasteland dragon. She only knew that because Her's had informed her, and she'd taken the time to at least recognize familiar dragons. Short memory or not, you knew the ones you lived with and who they were. And no, I have not been called for training today,[/i] and still she remained polite.

You're lazy sometimes, like you were just now, the woman retorted. Minth turned her head and blew air at Her's. The puff stirred her hair and she quickly pulled it back to keep it from tangling.

"Anusha," she responded, ignoring her green's changed attitude. "I told her to not lounge like that, but she's stubborn sometimes." Indeed, the woman occasionally missed the younger Minth, when the dragon had needed help moving. Not yet could she pull off tricks like Ykkith just had, but you wouldn't know that she'd hatched tangled and needing help. "I'm sure you've had your moments with Ykkith," because she'd never heard of a completely docile dragon that was eager to please so much they never fought.

She was unsure of the reason for this man's stopping by, however she guessed it was Minth's belly-up position. Like he said, his dragon couldn't resist an easy target and quite frankly she was sure Minth would have done something similar.

[Requiem]

Their wing hasn't trained at all today yet, Ykkith commented to Ur'h, relaying the message Minth had conveyed with a small note of surprise. To each his own, I suppose. We may have to work with them, you know. This does not make me entirely comfortable. Maybe they got a day off for being especially perfect yesterday. You know, with most people that would be sarcasm. I never mastered it. No, really? Really.

Ur'h just stared at Anusha rather blankly. "We've been bonded for over twenty-five turns. I've had many moments with Ykkith by definition." Ykkith didn't bother to tell him that she probably was referring to stubborn moments. His had a curious habit of taking everything to the most extreme point of literalism. It would have been nicer to help him out, true. But where was the amusement in that?

I must disagree, young one. Lying on one's back belly-up must always be defined as lazy. Or dead. But seeing as you're speaking to me and I don't believe I'm old enough to be suffering from delusions yet, we must go with lazy. You are very pretty lazy, might I add. You've a lovely gleam about you. Ur'h cast a sidelong glance at his overly friendly - and decidedly wicked - brown, but made no comment.

Instead, he returned his attention to Anusha. "I'm Ur'h. And it seems Ykkith is now determined to annoy, pester and otherwise tease your green for the time being. I haven't taken lunch yet. Feel free to join me if you'd rather not have him poking fun at you as well." Because, yes, Ykkith did have a rather quirky habit of conducting experiments with everything and everyone he met.

[Sheari]

"..."

It seemed the man had missed Anusha's point in her 'had their moments' comment, but she knew better than to press about it. Let him miss it, she was no reason to try to explain. "I'd would most certainly rather join you for lunch than be pestered by Ykkith," because she was definitely of a mind to let Minth handle that. The green had brought this upon herself and no she had to deal with it. Such support from you,[/i] and there was detectable sarcasm. You may dress me now.[/i] Anusha set to attaching the leather straps.

Despite their differences in the definition of "lazy", Minth was willing to accept his complement. Certainly, if one must lounge belly-side up, they should at least make it look good.[/i] She was more than content to leave the "fat and useless" lounging to the golds. Minth knew that the opinion was forged of ignorance; she'd never be egg-heavy and miserable, and it pleased her to have hatched green. Because, y'know, the golds don't have enough to concern themselves with. Shush, you.[/i] Anusha afforded the dragon a slightly annoyed glance. I thought you didn't like him, He's being polite...and he called me pretty.[/i]

Anusha refused to believe that her dragon would be that "easy". Minth wouldn't simply be nice and pleasant and somebody's instant friend just because they called her pretty. Climbing into the straps, Anusha looked at Ur'h, "I doubt you want to walk all the way there," she said politely, with a smile. Personally, she didn't want him walking through her weyr to get at the door in the back. She hated it when people were in her weyr.

[Requiem]

Ur'h merely nodded politely when she accepted his invitation. (Most people would choose an uneventful lunch over an Ykkith pest poking at them, Ur'h included.) I love you too, Ur'hMine. I did not say anything about loving you. It's okay. I know that somewhere deep down in that cold, hard spleen of yours there is a highly condensed speck of love floating around that you're trying to hide from the world. Maybe I should get it out... That would be detrimental to my health, I think. Ur'h pushed the questing head away from his back, giving Ykkith a pointed look. No spleen fishing.

Well, you certainly do make it look good. Though I'm sure you'd make flying look even better, Ykkith told Minth smoothly, while casually sliding the tip of his tail around a certain ankle. He would get that concealed speck of love somehow. Flying without mindmates is the best. They make little mental shrieks whenever you dive too fast and it's ever so distracting. Let's leave them to expanding their wastelines and take to the clouds. Surely you're a swifter creature than an old brown?

"You're flying to the Main Hall." There was no inflection whatsoever in his voice. "Ykkith. I think it's apparent why this green was lying belly up in the middle of the day. If dragons take after their riders..." Aw, Mine, you know that's just a tall tale. We are not at all alike. Ykkith's tail suddenly tightened on Ur'h's ankle and the brownrider was upended with no warning, lifted up for Ykkith to nudge at the man with his muzzle.

"Ykkith!" You wouldn't happen to know where his spleen is located, would you? the brown inquired of Minth. He eyed the man glaring at him from beneath crossed arms. Nevermind. I can probably just shake it loose...

[Sheari]

I'm sorry, Ykkith, but I've little knowledge of the human body.[/i] She would have said no knowledge but that would not have been entirely true. I also think that shaking something in Yours loose to be a bad idea.[/i] She'd learned that shaking people usually lead to them getting injured, or upset, or made them difficult and generally irritated. Her's had been "shaken up" once from a fall when Minth was smaller...yes, shaking was a bad idea.

He just implied her to lazy...well. She had a retort but the man was flipped upside down with a grumpy expression, crossed arms, and a holler. The man's face went red though if it was from the blood rushing to it or from anger, she couldn't tell, it was probably on both. Anusha couldn't help herself, she laughed. "If you want to walk now, be my guest," she said, smiling. "Minth, it seems the 'dragons take after their riders' thing is a myth after all." Because it appeared to her that Ykkith certainly didn't take after Ur'h. All Anusha did really was stand and look up at the helpless Ur'h. What could she do? She couldn't really tell Ykkith to put the man down, and she wouldn't ask Minth to ask. She wasn't rude enough to leave and just let the brown toy with his rider, this was too fun to watch.

"Why not fly there?" she said, getting back to his implication. "Its good exercise for her and it doesn't hurt anyone." From her Ground Floor weyr, a walk to the Main Hall was a walk. She loved her boots, practical as they were, but they were not for hiking, exactly. As a dragonrider, she really had no need for the shoes the rest of the weyrfolk wore. She'd concluded that this Ur'h was a bit old fashioned, too straight-laced for her liking, and she was glad she wasn't in his wing; despite their dragons getting along. Speaking of which...Well look who's being civil and making friends with a Wastelander, hmm? He's polite, and funny...and he complimented me so silence you.[/i] Don't tell me to be quiet...and don't get any ideas of me looking better upside down.

[Requiem]

The brown wasn't so sure that it was such a bad idea to shake his rider, and tested it with a little jiggle. It almost made Ur'h uncross his arms, and Ykkith's eyes whirled a little faster with barely suppressed mirth. See? Nothing wrong with him, other than he's turning such a nice shade of near-pink, the male commented cheerfully to his doubting companion.

The wingleader didn't even try to look at Anusha from his current position, as he seemed to be twisting all around and the effort would only make him dizzy. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean. I've no interest in coming into your weyr." The words likely made no sense whatsoever to her, considering this was Ur'h's misinterpretation of the phrase 'be my guest.' It was strange for a girl to bribe him not to walk to the dining hall like that, but many of these southerners were rather...odd.

"Because 'good exercise' is something that increases the heartrate for at least half a candlemark, and unless your Minth takes that long to fly what takes Ykkith less than a minute, you are wrong. Furthermore, it takes up space for dragons that might actually need that ledge and a couple minutes' walk isn't that far," Ur'h responded solemnly...upside-down. "Ykkith, I grow tired of this."

I am sorry, Mine, the brown broadcaasted to the small group. But Minth has not yet answered whether or not she'll fly with me, and I'm afraid I must keep you hostage until then. "Is this yet another rule I am unaware of?" Ykkith considered. He could attempt to explain his sense of humor, but that had rarely turned out good results in the past. Yes, the brown lied. "Curious beasts," Ur'h muttered.