My Blue is better! {Open}

[missa]

Thoth merely watched Clestioth, the larger Blue blinking down at him, if dragons had eyebrows, Clestioth would have one raised, instead, he was merely amused at how his rider's innocent comment had instantly got the blue-weyrling to glare at him, and her green to ignore him, to the point of continuing to play with her toy.

"He is NOT tiny! He's just growing! Thoth is so much better than your stupid blue!" Beka's cheeks were flushed with anger, E'nor looking about for an escape from the older girl's threats and arguments. Looking back at his dragon, he frowned, the girl had merely been passing and E'nor had mentioned what a 'sweet little blue' she had. Unfortunately, that had been followed by threats.

Yours has a rather large temper. Does she not?
Yes.
Your name is Thoth? Right? You seem to be a very nice dragon, lovely hide.
Yes.

Completely confused byt eh Blue's lack of reaction, Clestioth settled back again, His tail flicking, strange how all this was going on in the hallway, while he was in the Weyr. E'nor looked about for an escape, features flushed brightly as the girl glared at him.
"I didn't mean it like that!" He paused, looking about desperately. "I just meant he was smaller than Clestioth but-"
"Oh yeah? Well Thoth is better than Clestioth! We'll show you!"

[glamourie]

Why don't you mind your own business and leave Thoth alone?

Whether or not Calistoth's statement was directed to Leweleth or to Clestioth was unclear, for the green broadcasted it to all the dragons present in her usual manner. The green had one of those voices - even in mind voice - that always managed to sound sarcastic, condescending, as if she was better than everyone around her, and color and rank truly meant nothing to the young beauty. She was Calistoth, the most beautiful green Pern had ever seen. What did it matter if she wasn't as big as a bronze or brown, or couldn't clutch like those queens? She would be able to flame Thread. Let them have their clutches. She was worth far more. And she was gorgeous on top of that. Additionally, why was Clestioth talking to her blue? And that Leweleth. She would have to do something about that. Something drastic. Like bite their tails. Thoth was hers. She'd claimed him from the day at the Sands and that made him her property, plain and simple.

Walking across the barracks with the ease and grace of someone who spent a lot of time practicing, Calistoth settled next to Thoth. Her wings folded prettily at her sides, making quite a show of her settling down as her eyes whirled. She was a vibrant green and always looked close to flight, despite how young she was. No doubt her words would be heeded. Why would the others listen to a green, one of the youngest of her clutch? Answer: She liked to bite.

Her rider leaned in the doorway of the barracks, watching his green with a bemused expression. At five-foot-four, K'lir was not an imposing man, and the reddish brown waves that fell around his face, down to his chin all around his head did nothing to make him look masculine. But there was something more pleasant, more relaxed and therefore arguably more dangerous about him ever since he'd Impressed the little green vixen. He was, for the first time in his entire life, truly and completely happy. Calistoth might not have been a bronze or even a brown but she was beautiful, so beautiful, and she loved him, in her own way. She would not tolerate brooding from hers. She had better things for him to do. Like oil her. K'lir hadn't gotten anywhere near enough sleep thanks to Calistoth's demands, but he had no complaints. She truly made him happy, and he wouldn't have traded anything about her for the world.

But just because he was happy didn't mean he was a pleasant person to be around. The dragons weren't the only ones Calistoth's irritation was projected at, though K'lir looked more amused than anything else. His eyes were on Beka and E'nor, a smile on his face. "I thought it was men who were supposed to have a preoccupation with size, Beka?" His gaze flicked to T'kal, cold once more. The warmth it held for Beka vanished. The brown weyrling was nothing to him. No friendliness was offered. "You got a name or a purpose, or do you just stand around and look pretty next to your brown here?"

You all shouldn't let your riders argue amongst one another, Calistoth continued, her voice suddenly sweet... which usually meant it was a good idea to run. She just didn't like not being the center of attention. So... she was plotting. And just ignoring that her rider was picking a fight. Her Lirmine was always right, except when he disagreed with her, which meant he was wrong. I'm sure that whatever the problem is... it can be solved very easily if you but.. tell them to stop...

[missa]

Oh dear. Thoth turned his head as a Brown entered, along with His. Eyes whirling slowly, showing no sign of distress as the Brown questioned him, instead, he ignored him. Oh such a lovely Blue, but there was no real reason for him to talk. Especially not when His had that 'look' in her eyes. Threatening at the best of times, and grumpy as any proddy green at the moment.
Good day Calistoth, you look lovely, as is usual for you. Spoken softly, Thoth turned his head to greet her, noticing the way His' glare softened, ever so slightly when Calistoth's entered.

After the words were repeated to her, Beka's glare at the Brown-Weyrling... If looks were daggers, he would have been dead. Or seriously maimed.
"And why, is that any of your buisness? Do you just enjoy sticking your overgrown nose into everything that isn't your buisness? Thoth did NOT speak to you, tell your Brown to mind his own buisness, and you, coward, next time, talk to ME not my DRAGON!" Beka's voice snapped out, her features flushed angrily before turning to Lir, the harsh expression softening slightly, glaring at him almost playfully.
"He called Thoth tiny! No one gets away with that, he's better, I'll show him."

Clestioth looked shocked, looking over at the Brown from his Weyr with a playful snort as he tilted his head as though listening.
I do not believe they are arguing, for that, Mine would have to yell back. The reply was short for Clestioth, the Blue distracted by the fact the Green had suddenly plopped herself into the middle. Hmp. I do not believe they are arguing, for that, Mine would have to yell back. A repeatition of what he'd said earlier, eyes whirling with amusement.

Oh by Faranth's golden egg, more people! And people was something E'nor was never comfortable with, taking that oppurtunity to edge away gravefully, he let his gaze lock firmly on the floor, ignoring both riders.

[glamourie]

Calistoth turned to Thoth... and proceeded to preen, flaring her wings neatly before nudging him with the obvious affection of one who was getting exactly what she wanted. She did look lovely; she was lovely and anyone who doubted it could just go between forever as far as she was concerned. She crooned softly to her blue companion before proceeding to ignore the others. That brown had ignored her! Well he just wasn't good enough. Not like he could keep up with her conversations anyway, he was probably too busy doing whatever it was browns did. Hmph. She would not be dissuaded! Even though she did want to promptly bite him on the nose for daring to ignore her wonderful self. She was Calistoth, didn't he realize he was in the presence of the most beautiful female Pern had seen these many Turns? No, obviously not. He must have been from one of the softer eggs of the clutch. Clearly he was not worthy of her attention.

And his rider was talking to her Lir! How dare he! Bristling, Calistoth turned rapidly whirling eyes onto the boy. If looks could really kill, he'd be lying flat, for that boy had taken K'lir's attention off of her and that was unacceptable. She was tempted to walk over and bite him on the butt. It might give him some sense. He was distracting her Lir and arguing with him and he was out of line on both counts because K'lir was clearly right and he was hers. No one but she had a right to talk to K'lir so often and she did not like that anyone was keeping her lifemate's attention from her. Her eyes took on a vague red-orange hue, the first hint of danger creeping into the green's posture. Someone was going to pay...

K'lir, meanwhile, looked amused. "I never claimed to be polite," was his response, as opposed to offering his name. If the boy had asked, he'd have given it. But the implication that he should have offered it from the start was simply unacceptable and K'lir was not about to give him that. Friendliness wasn't one of the Green Weyrlingrider's specialties and it was really quite a wonder that he'd spoken to the boy at all. He didn't owe him anything. Not acknowledgment nor tolerance and K'lir was not about to give him either one. If he wanted his name, he could try asking nicely, and even then it wasn't a given that K'lir would tell him what it was because really, why should he? Calistoth was memorable. If the boy didn't know the most beautiful green in the clutch from sight, that was his problem. (Apparently, some of Calistoth's vanity was rubbing off on her rider - probably not a good thing.)

Turning back to Beka, K'lir smiled. "Right now, Thoth is tiny. He's fresh from his egg. He'll grow, of course, and be the most magnificent blue Pern's ever seen, but for the moment, yeah, he is small. Why are you arguing with someone about it? You and I both know he's amazing. What's it matter what others think?" he asked, letting some of the natural arrogance he possessed slip into his voice. Despite his nastiness toward T'kal and, to some degree, E'nor since he'd ignored him, there could be no denying that K'lir was placating Beka's ego for the hopes of avoiding an all-out fight. Appealing with compliments to Thoth was bound to work. Who could blame him for trying it? Anyone who complimented Calistoth would be in his good graces, after all. And yes, K'lir was completely disregarding T'kal after his initial words to him. Cold? Maybe. More likely, he just didn't care enough to say anything.

They are arguing, Clestioth, and yours is too surprised and too afraid to yell back. Unfortunately, Calistoth seemed to want to pick a fight. Then again, if the girl was arguing with the one boy, then her Lirmine would be ignored by them and go back to paying full attention to her. Child's logic. Leweleth, ignoring me does not endear you to me. It makes me tempted to scratch you. And insulting Thoth's rider is impolite, improper and worst of all, childish. She was a fine one to talk, wasn't she? You are lucky Thoth does not repeat what you said and let his rider tell at yours. I am betting that yours would not appreciate that.

[missa]

Excuse me? Thoth's voice was unnaturally cold as his eyes settled on the Brown after that comment, whirling with anger and irritation. Oh he was going to pay for that, unnatural as it were, for Thoth to talk to any but His and Calistoth, he broadcasted his words to every dragon, and His, there.
Did you just say, that that THING is smarter than Mine? If so, I would advise you to take it back. An amused glance was given to Calistoth as she preened, before sitting beside His once more, oh he knew the danger signs, and he knew full well he'd just fuelled Beka's fire.

"You said WHAT?" Beka's voice could not have been any angrier, her eyes darkening with pure fury as she completely ignored Lir's comment.
"I don't give a wherries tooth WHAT your name is. I honestly couldn't care less what you and that brown rat you call a dragon are called." Oh yes she was being defiantely nasty, and a step forward was taken towards the Brown-Weyrling. Oh if only looks could kill.

"Best blue pern's ever seen my tail" E'nor hadn't even realised he'd said the words, accidental as they may have been before he had to duck a hand swinging towards him.
Mne does not like confrontaions. This is why. Clestioth's voice was slightly colder than was normal, still managing to sound up beat as he grew uncomfortable, unable to stand by His anymore. Shadring backside had gotten too big.

[Requiem]

My goodness, hatchlings. Fighting amongst yourselves already? You are far too old for this, Clestioth. All of you are, in fact. The voice was a warm, lilting voice, belonging to a green whose only authority lay in her staggering seniority and the fact that Hers was the clutchmate to the Weyrleader. In most situations, that was enough. There was little more than amusement and gentle chiding behind the words. It did, however, betray the presence of a certain newcomer.

"My, my. What have we here?" The voice carried the same amusement as the green's had. It's owner stood, one ample hip thrown out to the side where her hand rested easily. Her lightly tanned shoulders were bare, her trim midriff showing beneath breasts that seemed hardly contained by the thin material wrapped around them. The skirt, too, was just shy of scandalous. She wore no knots, but the riding gloves tucked beneath an arm and the goggles she'd pushed up into her bed of tight, golden curls gave her away. Lauranna had flown here from the rider weyrs to surprise F'rah - only to stumble upon a surprise of her own.

As she took advantage of the short pause to glide forward, it became apparent that Lauranna was easily the shortest of all the people gathered in the hall. The greenrider affected a lovely pout. She stopped right in the midst of all the weyrling dragons, glancing about her. "However will I get F'rah to spare me a glance if all of you are causing trouble right down the hall? Surely you can wait a few hours? I worked so very hard on this outfit." She shifted her weight to the other hip, throwing emphasis on the movements of her hips. Her deep jades - half-lidded - skirted over the weyrlings, lingering on the boys a few extra seconds.

With quite the dramatic little sigh, she ran a hand through her hair, the glint of the single ring that never left her finger briefly catching the light. Laurie had been a staple at Selenitas for nearly fourteen turns, and with the Weyrleaders as the fosterparents for her son, she was often seen with the couple. It was unlikely that someone like her wouldn't be recognized. Even by weyrlings. "I suppose the higher-ups would be upset if I did nothing. What a bother. Now, what is all this nonsense about? Do make it quick. My attention span is a good two shakes south of legendary."

[glamourie]

Calistoth did have a very well-thought out response. However, it was cut off as that brown dared to insult her, and K'lir actually threw himself onto the green to prevent her from going straight for the brown's throat as she shrieked her fury. His movements were timed perfectly enough that Calistoth did not manage to launch onto her clutchbrother, though she did scratch K'lir's arms, something that neither she nor him appeared to notice as he took to whispering compliments to her, completely ignoring the other riders in the worry that swamped him. Calistoth was his life and she was so upset - so very upset - and that wherryheaded brownrider just sat there laughing as his brown insulted someone. Further proof that he would never amount to anything. If K'lir could learn to control his tongue to some degree, and to keep Calistoth in line, anyone could.

Beautiful, don't let him upset you, he's improper and wrong, you're the most beautiful green ever, and he's not worth your time, neither is his, please calm down, please, I beg of you please calm down, K'lir repeated mentally as Calistoth's eyes whirled the brightest scarlet so fast that it was clear she was furious. She would not tolerate that insult and only her rider's body between her and the brown kept her from killing him, or at the very least trying. K'lir's arms were wound around the green to the best of his ability, trying to soothe her. Why do you care what that brown thinks? He's not worth anything, he's no one and he'll never amount to anything, neither will his, please calm down. We both know you're wonderful and he's not worth your acknowledgment. We both know this. You as well. Please, please do not attack him. Look, Calistoth, you've hurt me in your anger. Please calm down?

The last part was added as K'lir noticed the bleeding scratches down his arms, which earned a squawk from Calistoth, her fury at Leweleth replaced by worry for hers. But it only lasted a second before she shrieked, You are the one who is rude and childish, insulting someone who has done you no harm or wrong, butting into conversations that have nothing to do with you, and going so far as to act as if you're right! Look what you've done! She held him responsible for her rider's injury, and Reysalth got a similar response, He's calling Thoth's stupid, that brown is, and insulting me, because Thoth's is disagreeing with Clestioth's! It has nothing to do with him at all and he isn't even their friend! Was she? Sort of. Thoth was hers. It was irrelevant beyond that point. Mine is hurt now and it is all Leweleth's fault! He should be punished!

Over his shoulder, K'lir whispered something to E'nor that sounded suspiciously like, 'Deadglow.' He'd been placating Beka to avoid her killing the other man. Nothing else. He liked Thoth but how was he to know whether or not he would be the most amazing blue on Pern and why would he care? T'kal's laughter made K'lir glare, "You wherry-brain. You insufferable wherry-brain. You should learn to control your brown, because I may not ---" Whatever else he was going to say was interrupted by Lauranna's arrival and K'lir turned to her, still glaring, still bleeding, still restraining Calistoth to prevent a fight. His glare faltered at the sight of her and what she was - or rather, wasn't - wearing, his face turning a hint of pink as he bit back his embarrassment. "Lauranna... uh.. I uh.."

STOP STARING AT HER! Apparently, Calistoth's anger was turned back onto K'lir, who jumped. She didn't understand why hers cared about Reysalth's but it was unacceptable because that brown had insulted her, how dare he!

Turning his eyes to Calistoth (in order to avoid staring), K'lir launched into an explanation, "E'nor and Beka were having a disagreement about their dragons' sizes. Or rather, E'nor commented on Thoth being young and thus small, but Beka did not appreciate the implication that Thoth is small." He shrugged. "Leweleth and T'kal arrived, and to my knowledge Leweleth was inquiring to what the fight was about. Calistoth then told him to stay out of it, and he ignored her, instead insulting Beka... and... she told him that was rude and that he'd be lucky if Thoth did not repeat that, and he proceeded to say something that Calistoth took as him implying she wasn't worthy of his acknowledgment." Notice he said that Calistoth took it that way. He was well aware it may not have been that at all as Calistoth took anything vaguely insulting that way. Still blushing, he nodded to the green. "I had to restrain her in her fury, and I was trying to calm Beka, but T'kal seems to think that his brown insulting other dragons and their riders is proper and funny..." It was clear from K'lir's tone that he wanted to rip T'kal apart, yet despite that, he made no effort to move. He knew the rules and would follow them as best he could... even if it meant putting up with things he did not approve of...

[missa]

"Thoth, no!" Beka instantly turned away from E'nor as she heard Thoth snarl, the Blue's eyes whirling shades of red. Though His' command stopped him attacking the other brown, he snarled, talons raking at the floors. Stepping infront of him, Lauranna's appearance went unnoticed, beka's look nothing short of murderous.
"For ther sake of your health, I hope that stupid Wher didn't just call my bonded a flea." She snapped, voice low and deadly.

Thoth took a step forward as His' anger fanned his own, the whole body of the Blue tense and just waiting to spring at the Brown, glaring solidly.
Filth! You would know what a flea is wouldn't you? You see it every time you look in the river. A cowardly flea, nothing more, probably would rather turn your tail and run rather than protect Yours. Turning to the green rider, Beka's eyes were dark and angry, pointing at T'kal.
"That stupid watch wher, just called my dragon a flea! And a wherry-head! He wasn't a part of my conversation with E'nor! And he just staggers in here like a drunken wherry and start laughing at me and Thoth. Then he goes on to insult ME, then my brown, then Calistoth. If you ask me, you should be left staked out for Thread, it's all you and that stupid runt will ever be good for." The last part directed at T'kal, Beka's fury was obviously, and though Thoth was calming, he made no move to stop Beka's harsh words.

Clestioth looked up at the Green's mind voice, scowling at thin air. Of course he was getting agitated, shifting his bulk as His seemed to be fighting for a way out of there.
I'm not doing anything I'm sitting here. Hey! That's not nice. Speaking directly to the brown, the lighter hued blue frowned .

E'nor didn't seem distracted by Lauranna's choice of dress, didn't even seem to notice it at that. Though smiled as pleasantly as he could.
"No, I did call Thoth small, I didn't mean it as an insult though. I apologise if it were taken that way. K'lir, and Calistoth, as I am assuming they are friends of Rebekah's and Thoth's. K'lir, I am assuming tried to calm Beka down, when T'kal, wasn't it? Came by and promptly started to insult them all. Sticking his nose where it didn't belong, and making everything, delibrately worse." Longest ever speech for E'nor, sound teh trumpets. Or not. Either way.

[Requiem]

Lauranna only half-listened to the explanations that came flying her way, everyone seeking to get their side of the story in. She bounced impatiently on her toes. K'lir was draped around Calistoth, and it looked like he was bleeding. The green must have nearly attacked someone. He, at least, seemed serious about not getting into a fight, even if it was apparent that he must have contributed to what was going on here. Her eyes swept the crowd of dragons and weyrlings. What were E'nor and Clestioth doing here, anyway? The senior weyrlings had moved into the riders' barracks practically the day of the hatching. One thing everyone seemed to agree on, however, was that T'kal and Leweleth had made things infinitely worse.

After a moment of blessed silence, Laurie moved closer to Beka's Thoth, eyeing him critically. "You mean to tell me this insanity is all because someone mentioned this lovely blue was small?" The greenrider looked up at Beka, clearly puzzled. "He is small, though no smaller than any other blue dragonet his age."

This was such a bother. All she'd wanted was to steal a few moments with F'rah before night fell, and look at what she got. A bunch of squabbling weyrlings. And over something so inconsequential! They say you were a horror as a weyrling. Reysalth, of course, could not remember so far back, but with stories still being told about Laurie even now, she was fairly certain it must be true. I'm still a horror now, love. True enough.

The woman put on her sternest face, trying to imagine what S'rei would do. If it was left up to her, she'd probably just have darted past them with an 'excuse me' and left them to tear each other apart. What ridculous behavior! "You know why you're not supposed to fight, right? If one of you lost consciousness - It's terrifying for a dragon when their bonded loses consciousness. Especially so young a dragon as the ones you Impressed." Laurie was good. She didn't add 'by some miracle' as she wanted to. "Getting angry and bickering is one thing, but you have to learn some control. Eh? Your dragonets are still babes. They don't have the level of maturity that you should. Controlling them isn't just a matter of physically restraining them. You have to calm them, to explain to them why they can't just say whatever pops in their head. Any conflict they get into...is your fault."

Lauranna's eyes fell on Beka. "Young lady. People will say things that you don't like. Learn to control your temper." Her gaze sought out E'nor. "I still don't even know why you're here, seeing as how you and Clestioth should be in the barracks, but thank you for trying to keep things civil." Turning to K'lir, she stated, "Your action was admirable, in itself. But the fact that Calistoth got to the point that she would physically attack another weyrling is unacceptable. You must come to rein her in better." Finally, she looked at T'kal. "What seems clear to me is that Leweleth has no understanding of what it takes to get along with other dragons. There's nothing wrong with trying to help. But allowing your dragon to insult the others without so much as attempting to restrain him...that's not suitable behavior for a dragonrider."

The greenrider sighed. Her head hurt. "Please...Just disperse. Back to your barracks. I'll let F'rah deal with you all."