Quiet Morning (Open!)

[Rowana]

G'tor was watching the two dragon with apprehension, but turned back at Savitri's question. "Hmm? Oh, no," he answered with a smile. "I'm from Blossom, my family are fishers." He sighed. "Life was simpler when all we had to worry about was how much fish we caught," he said sadly. "All of this," he waved a hand vaguely. "Is almost too much to take in."

Ruskeath considered G'tor carefully for a moment before turning away to address Hepaticath. I have not tried he admitted. Usually Mine jumps in by himself. But I have never seen the little one in water yet. He looked thoughtful for a moment. Then, feeling G'tor's mood change to gloom again, he made up his mind. Enough was enough, it was time to act. He turned so that his back was to G'tor. Then, ever so subtly, he gently pushed the man with his hind leg.

G'tor was sitting rather precarious on the rock in the first place. It didn't take much to upset his balance and send him splashing into a pool of the river. He came up spluttering and indignant, Star clinging to him in panic and rage, broadcasting nasty pictures about murderous brown dragons. "Shards, Rusk!" G'tor glared at his dragon. "What was that for?" I am sorry, Tor Ruskeath crooned with innocence and concern. I did not know you were so close to the edge. G'tor blinked and stared dumbly. Than he burst out laughing. Ruskeath sure knew how to lighten a mood!

[kysseh]

A family of fishers? Savitri could understand that. Her own father was a fisherman, and most of her brothers had followed him into that lifestyle. Life certainly was simpler then. That was not necessarily a good thing. Savitri liked her life a little complicated, though the weyr could be a tad overwhelming for those unused to it. After nearly two Turns, she was adjusting... slowly. Very slowly. She wanted to express her understanding, but she was surprised when she saw Ruskeath's hind leg extending toward his rider. What was- oh! Her mouth opened to issue a warning, but it was cut off by a splash and a great deal of spluttering.

The goldrider shook her head and eyed her dragon, amused when Hepaticath turned her head enough to view the soaked brownrider. Hepaticath did so love a show. Her healer's nature did raise some concerns for the brownrider's safety and health, and she got to her feet to move closer, kneeling down by the end of the pool, her face a study of concern. Her worries were rapidly allayed, though, by G'tor's sudden dumb stare at his dragon and the following burst of laughter. She snorted softly and sat back on her heels, watching the brownrider. "Well... you seem to be in one piece. No damage done?"

Behind Savitri, Hepaticath had finally turned back around to face the river and watch the scene. The gold was sure that Ruskeath's rider was perfectly fine, and she was rumbling at both brown and rider in interest and amusement. Such kind fellows to amuse her as such! Yours seems to be very funny when wet. she observed to Ruskeath before getting to her feet and hopping closer to the river's edge. Her great nose lowered and then paused. Do you mind? she politely asked the brown, intending to thank His for the entertainment by nuzzling the brownrider. Some dragons did not like Theirs touched, though, so the queen always asked. Manners were vital, were they not?

"I think they just like to laugh at us," Savitri said bluntly, eyeing the young gold as Hepaticath watched the brownrider from such a short distance. Of course Hepaticath liked them. There were few that Hepaticath disliked. "That, or they feel our dignity needs to be destroyed."