<Local> Nverath senses that he sends out a particularly angsty swirl of greyish blue, tinged with hints of expectant brown, to all who would listen. <<They do not let us fly. We are perfectly able.>> That statement is, yes, as close as he will get to whining, going so far as to add a bit of black swirling through his colour tones.

Valanth prances down to the lake, nudging Kia along in front of him. His less-than-average size seems to have an advantage when walking. Less lumbering along like those big dragons. Kia sighs as she checks through a lump of rags in her arms,"Ugh, I dropped the soap sand. Do you mind staying here, Valanth?" Obviously the blue answers a no and continues down to the water as Kia wanders back up the path. A chirrupy cheerful greeting goes to the other dragons and with a hop-step he bounces into the edge of the basin, causing a rather small splash.

Tynabith flys in, yup flys with the wings and the air and all that stuff poor Nverath can't do. Every movment is controlled, exact, skilled, from turns and turns of daily practise he flys as naturally as he breaths. Landing is no effort, mearly a shallow dive to loose altitude then a neat back flip of wings to settle softly on the sand. As usual when just hopping from place to place at the weyr R'ley perches 'bareback' atop his bond. When neck is lowered helpfully the rider swings both legs to one side and drops to the sand below. Spotting fellow bronzer already there he tosses his shirt down wearing black trunks, and heads in as well. "D'abji, how are you and Nverath?" he inquires while Tyna digs into the hot sands with a happy purr.

<Local> Nverath senses that Valanth responds with a burst of refreshing spearmint, not terribly upset with being ground-ridden. <<I'm sure they'll let us fly soon. Besides, it's good to practice walking, right?>> Valanth has it in mind to be graceful both on the ground and in the air.

<Local> Nverath senses that he grates a shining example of orange, a frustrated snort a la mental, for the thought. <<I can walk well enough. Flying, however, is more efficient. In the time we walk, I am sure, if we flew we could get in an extra oiling.>> It would, in the end, improve the general running of the Weyr, Nverath is quite sure.

<Local> Nverath senses that Tynabith chuckles, a sunburnt coppery sound. <<Flying is definitly more efficient, more fun to!>> aint he helpfull?

Valanth warbles a greeting to Tynabith, masking an expression of pure envy. Ooh, he wants to be able to fly like that. Actually he wants to be able to fly. But we must keep up that upbeat attitude of 'things will come when they're supossed to'. Tail flicks around, as usual, splashing water every which way as he stretches his wings out, using them to float.

D'baji notes Tynabith's entry with something of a grimace, part of his lifemate's newfound bitterness over not flying perhaps having taken up residence in him. A shrug goes to a warble from Nverath as the bronze goes a bit deeper, wings extended for full buoyancy and tip of his nose dipping casually in and out of the water. A shrug for the older bronzerider's inquiry is given as D'baji waits in the standable water for his dragon to finish the preliminary rinsing. "Well. He'd reached something of a plateau, it would seem, in his growth, only to gain a third of his size the next night... Nverath is, however, a bit put out that he can obviously fly, and isn't allowed to. It'll pass, I'm sure. Yourself?" And as that monologue is finished, he adds a hasty salute, sending nice little droplets of water into the air. Nverath snorts over his own personal misfortune, and the fact that there's a blue splashing. Though for the blue, the snort can be taken as amused, as a little flick of a wingtip sends a bit of water back towards Valanth.

<Local> Nverath senses that Valanth gives a mental shrug, a ripple of icy blue interupting aqua. <<Very true...We have grown enough to be able to at least stretch our wings. We'll  be able to fly soon enough, I'd say.>>

<Local> Nverath senses that he lightens his tone forcibly. He isn't wont to be too upset for too long, as that in itself is a waste of energy, and upsets his rider. His norm of golden swirls with auburn accents is taken up again, and a bit of a teasing red as he adds, <<It's only the Weyrling Masters who would say otherwise, I am lead to believe.>>

Kiriya arrives from the Weyr-paths, accompained by the crash and tumble of the waterfall.

"Okay, Journeyman, I'll catch up with you in a bit... yecch, I feel so icky."  Kiriya waves a goodbye to a cute, blond-haired young journeyman whilst she strides up to the basin's edge.  Noticing the two bronzeriders over her shoulder, she gives a nod to each, then noticing the face of R'ley, beams and sends over a greeting.  "R'ley!  I haven't seen you in... what... ages, it seems!  How's Tynabith?  Must be quite the proud father, I think."

Tynabith enters the water like he lives his life, fast and with endless exuberance. Leaping suddely out of the sand he's buried himself in Tyna bounds like a happy puppy for the water sending up a huge cloud of sand followed by a few surfing size waves. Wings folded back he goes as deap as he can, submerging completly before surfacing and offering Nverath and Val and basy proud rumble of greeting. Playfully he raies his huge tail then slaps it down sending spray his bronze offsprings way. R'ley see'ing his bond on the rampage chooses to dive down into the water and avoid being swamped, he surfaces a moment later near D'baji. "Ahh the need to fly, always glad to see strong young bronze's with it, very healthy, it probably won't pass though till he actually gets to. At least that was how it was with Tyna." a moody man who doesn't oft enter into conversations where he has to talk a lot, in the case of anything to do with dragons though he'll talk your ear of in his spite fire accented bassy voice. "We're good, nearly lost a tail tip to a bit of thread a green missed, but in a dragons usual way Tyna's already dismissed the memory of it." it wasn't as near a thing as he make's it sound like, but it's in his opinion good to get weyrlings to have a healthy fear of the stuff so they'll be good and alert on their first fall.

R'ley glances towards the beach at his name and kicks his feat to float so he can raise a hand in return greeting. "Kiri, good t'see you. He's alright." having talked so much a moment ago to D'baji he's gotta recuperate before he can manage more then that to someone else.

<Local> Nverath senses that Valanth smiles with hints of azure. <<They must have their reasons....Though I'd really like to hear them.>> After a moment's pause he adds, <<Then we can appeal to how horrible their reasons are.>>

Valanth bats his own wing at the water, playfully splashing back at the bronze. A high-pitched tenor warble goes to the larger bronze as he is overrun with the waves, causing the blue to sputter for a moment, snorting his nostrils free of water. He swivels his head around to look over the healer girl, curiously eyeing her with swirling blue gaze, continually flickin his tail around to spray droplets of water at the others in his defence. Little splashes can work just as well as tidal waves.

<Local> Nverath senses that Tynabith thinks << snorts, a murky burst of silver flecks. <<There are very good reasons for you little ones not to fly yet, you may think your strong enough and big enough now, but time has shown you must be bigger, stronger, and wiser to this world before risking it. It's not as gracefull and easy as I make it appear.>> he can't go to long without complimenting himself or he'll melt or something. >>

D'baji founds himself rather pushed around with the after-effects of a Tynabith-induced wave. Nverath is calm in the whole thing, however, using the newfound movement in the water to push himself back to the shallower places where D'baji awaits, body surfing in ways that only those draconic can possibly manage. R'ley popping up brings a bemused raise of an eyebrow, and the older, and bigger, bronze is eyed once more. "I'm not sure if I'd call it a need, on his behalf... More of a persistance. He can, and he knows he can. He sort of did when attempting not to trip over J'den's Heliuth... It was my mistake to bring that back from memory, in the end. But he won't, he's assured me, until I see how important it is and allow him." For the talk of importance, voice changes somewhat. Obviously a quotation of sorts from the Frothy Ridged One D'baji calls his Companion. Nverath's reply to Tynabith is low and mellow, regal almost in it's sound as he positions himself near his rider, preparing for the scrubbing part of the bath. And of course, Nverath finds himself drawn into the splashing game as he's sprayed with some water, unsure of who sent it, but still. Some games are rather trivial, indeed, but at the same time, they must have their value. So his tail is brought about in a swirl, sending not only a mist of water over the surface towards the other dragons, but also little swirls beneath the waves. "Oh? Good to know you've escaped unscathed, then," D'baji comments somewhat conversationally. He and Nverath have decided not to make up an opinion of Thread before they see it. No matter what the stories say. The newly arrived Healer type gets a bit of a curious look from Nverath, un-noticed by his far less observant rider, who steps forward to start rubbing at a golden-hued foreleg.

Kiriya kicks off a pair of midnight-hued boots and wriggles her toes in the sandy beach, rolling her trousers up to the knee.  Yawning, she takes out a sweetstick and chews.  Maybe she /will/ wait to clean up those redworted hands.  "Sho.  Humm.  Gaw, that was messy back there..." Grin.  She's still stupefied from the miracle of birth, of course.

<Local> Nverath senses that he spikes his golden flow of thoughts with orange and dark blue, confusion, for Tynabith's response. <<The grace is perhaps an added bonus, but certainly not necessary. And flying itself is easy enough. We can flap wings for long periods of time, and that doesn't tire, if only we could actually /fly/.>> He doesn't get ego, really he doesn't.

R'ley flips over to float on his back, letting the dragon induced waves carry him Kiriya-wards. Peering up at her, hands behind his head as if just lounging on a couch, he rumbles, "So you gonna tell us all why you look like you just witnessed a miracle, or just stand around with that goofy look on your face all day?" nosy? pushy? intrusive? Nooo, not R'ley! Everyone else's business is just his business cause he's king of everything, dooh. Tynabith swivels his head out from under one wing where he was hiding from Val's little splashes to snort at Nverath in responce to something he said. Playfully Tyna shoves a massive shoulder into the water sending a wave his 'sons' way.

Valanth blinks and turns around, spotting Kia on the end of the path. With a rumbling sigh, he paddles around to the side of the basin, wings fluttering to get rid of extra water. With a chirrupy good-bye, he follows Kia back up the path.
Valanth stretches and then meanders back up the beach and into the forest.

Kiriya arches an eyebrow at R'ley's request and giggles a little as she wiggles her toes in the mini sand dunes.  "I was attending a birth, R'ley, and I'm rather dazzled by them, as it is.  Y'know.  New life.  Hee."  Ayup.  She's out of it.  Mostly.

Nverath snorts water from his nose, settling to a crouching position, partially so that dear D'baji might reach his back more easily, and partially because the water is nice to have all over one's underbelly and lapping up around one's shoulders. Of course, this would put him in a particularly bad position for Tynabith's wave, which near envelopes the youngest bronze of the Weyr, bringing about a shudder of his wings and a sneeze. D'baji recovers from his dragon's shock quickly enough so that he might go about with the 'ridge scrubbing. "Oh, new life?" is commented Kiriyawards, yes, he eavesdrops on a regularl basis. Of course, D'baji's idea of new life currently consists of dragon Hatchings, but the awe is at least similar. "Boy or a girl, was it?" Nverath recovers from the splash somewhat after his rider, craning his neck and swiveling his head to regard the bigger bronze mock-warily.

R'ley frowns thoughtfully in responce, "A birth? Hrm havn't seen one of those since Tstar had Cavalor." he's got a complex you see, he wants to singlhandedly populate a whole area with his offpsring. Realllly. Heading back for deaper water so he can tread, and get to an itch on his bonds flank he snickers at D'baji. "You like kids? Good if you do, we riders tend to end up with several of them during the years of flights." he smiles cheerfully at that though, he luuvs kids.

Castaliath spirals down to the beach, pinions and spars rattling.

Kiriya notices D'baji's inquiry and quickly returns with a "Boy" as she turns back to her toe-grinding.  Hearing R'ley's comment about kids, she grins.  Kid at heart, this one.

"Yeah, I like kids," D'baji stars his reply to R'ley, raising an eyebrow finally and actually turning away from one silver-flecked neckridge. "Several?" He blinks a few times, and then shrugs. "I suppose there's always the possibility... Though, to be honest, I don't intend to think of that 'till the time Nverath's interested in flights, really." An appropriate "Ooh," is given for the announcement of a boy, and then he's rather firmly back on task of scrubbing bits of his dragon, going a bit further, hopefully, in the conversation with R'ley by getting, well, nosey. "How many have you got, dare I ask?"

Yla slides from her position between sleek neckridges, and drops the final foot or so to the ground with a thud.

R'ley finish's relieving the itch and climbs atop the bronze's huge flank stretching out on the unsubmerged part to get some sun. Though his naturally dusky skin is dark enough that it looks impossible to get any darker. "Four at my last count." he rumbles non-chalantly add'ing, "Though three of them came at once, the other as everyone knows is my and Tstar's son." cause ya know all couple thousand densiens of the Weyr are expected to know all about his life. 

"I'm sure we didn't leave it here." Yla seems to be muttering to herself, or rather, her dragon, as she slips down from her lifemate's neck. "Hi there..." is uttered upon seeing all the people there. "Don't suppose you've seen Cassie's rain hat... or are you all too busy talking about children?" she asks wryly, picking up on the topic of discussion.

D'baji frowns at the count, and the nonchalance given to the mention. So maybe his view on children and the older bronzerider's could be a bit different... "So, you manage to spend time with 'em all, or d'you leave that up to the nannies?" So much for not talking about that sort of thing 'till Nverath's up and chasing. The very same bronze offers a slightly muted brassy greeting to Castaliath, and D'baji manages a clumsy salute to Yla. Nope, still not used to those salutes. "Rain hat? What's that look like? Might've been washed away in the splashing that was going on, if it was close to the water..."

Yla points up at the hat currently sitting atop her green's head, Cassie tilting her head to model it better for all to see. "Like that. But waterproof and yellow." 

R'ley scowls so darkly his dragon looks up from blowing bubbles under water at him with a concerned rumble. Placated slightly by his dragons mental ego boistering he tones his scowl down to just a slightly annoyed look. "Of course I spend time with them all, I'm the one who made them their my responsibility. Kids shouldn't just be treated cashually, it's very important that they be raised as much as possible by there parents." he scolds going off on a tangent then falling silent. Yla gets a nod of greeting and a quick, "Nope havn't seen it." 

Kiriya stands up and slips her boots back on.  Noticing her journeyman waving over to her, she offers each rider a wave.  "Excuse me, but my traveling companion's calling... see you soon, I hope!"  And with that, she leaves.

Kiriya stretches and then meanders back up the beach and into the forest.

D'baji is somewhat taken aback by the response. Enough, even, that he ducks down a bit to peek up at R'ley from over a bubbly-patterned wing, so kindly offered by Nverath, who gives a bit of a warble, confused as it may be, towards Tynabith. "Oh, well good. Yes, I agree completely, of course," D'baji starts, tone rambling away somewhat as he's still hiding behind the wingtip. "Good to know you think that. I mean, you hear so many stories of riders not being responsible for kids, and I don't know how many are true, but still... Good to know that the kids have at least one dedicated parent, and probably two, please don't think I mean anything against any mothers," is added quickly, as he's rather not liking the current scowl and would hate to see it get any worse, "But yes. In the end, good. I'm... I dunno, glad to have a role model or something." The last is mumbled, lack of knowing how to end it, and he properly turns his attention to Castaliath and Yla and the hats. "Haven't seen it myself... How many hats do you have?" Aye, he's detached today.

Yla was rummaging around the local area when she hears D'baji's question. "Huh?" is her somewhat incoherent response, before her brain catches up with her mouth and she turns around. "Oh, let's see..." She starts ticking them off on her fingers. "There's the sun hat, the rain hat, the woolly snow hat with the little bobbles over her headknobs and not to mention the ovine hat." She doesn't contribute to the conversation about children. She knows all she needs to about the little tikes. The result of growing up in a big family.

R'ley bites his toungue to hold back a chuckle that would probably be taken offensivly at D'baji's responce to his tangent. He's not used to getting such agreement to something he says inless it has to do with fighting thread or hunting, the two things besides dragons he knows most about. "A lot of riders arn't, I hope to see you don't end up like that." and it being such a nice day he casts off his lecturing dark mood in exchange for giving Yla a real smirk complete with his emerald eyes twinkling in amusment. "I swear that green of yours owns more accesories then I do!" which is funny, since its well known by those that know of R'ley he has more clothes in his weyr then the weaver hall probably has in stock. 

Farleth arrives from the Weyr-paths, accompained by the crash and tumble of the waterfall.

Miria slides from Farleth's neck with a bit of help from the bronze, and lands safely on the ground.

T'am slides from Farleth's neck with a bit of help from the bronze, and lands safely on the ground.

Fyria slides from Farleth's neck with a bit of help from the bronze, and lands safely on the ground.

Kariel slides from Farleth's neck with a bit of help from the bronze, and lands safely on the ground.

Yla sniffs archly. "Well, like my mother always said, a girl isn't complete without her accessories. Besides. You haven't heard about the ribbons." Erm... best leave it there, huh? The arrival of a High Reachian dragon gets a curious glance, before she puts her hands on her hips. "It's one of those rules. Like... your shoes and your bag should always match."

D'baji nods to the list of hats, only raising an eyebrow for the final one to be mentioned. "Ovine hat? Whatever is that one for? I mean, the rest of 'em seem fairly obvious, but..." And quickly enough he's turned back to R'ley, considerng himself 'out of hot water' as the case may be. "Well, I don't particularly intend to end up that way," is added just a tad defensively. But really, back to the hats. "And Nverath wants to know if these hats are a mandatory thing?" And of course, the young bronze offers a warble greeting to the newly arrived dragon.

Fyria shivers slightly from the cold of ::between::, arms hugging closely to herself.  "Shard it...that's -cold-."  She turns her head to smile up at Kariel, giving him a wink, before turning to the others with a perfunctory nod.  "Hello there.  I'm Fyria, High Reaches Messenger."  She slips her hand into Kariel's again, behind her back.  "And this is Kariel, High Reaches Senior Weyrhealer."  Proper introduction made, she leans back against him lightly.

Farleth immediately takes an interest in the younger bronze, once his passengers have been taken care of. Curious orbs whirl green as they regard the much smaller Nverath.

Miria lightly elbows Fyria.  "Ye forgot me n' T'am, silly."  Turning to the Istans, she says, "I'm Miria, High Reaches guard recruit."  Motioning to T'am, she continues.  "And this is T'am, High Reaches rider of bronze Farleth."  Bow, bow, thank you very much.  ^_^  She seems rather satiated from the cold by her leather jacket and sturdy tunic.  "My, it's hot.  Though, me bein' a 'Reachian, it's not that surprising."

Tynabith enjoys listening to human conversation and add'ing his opinions every once in ahwile. At D'baji's mention of hats being mandatory he gives a frightened rumble and hides his head briefly under wing. R'ley push's himself into a sitting position on his dragons half submerged rump chuckling, "Tyna says he'd rather live in an underwater cave and live on /fish/ then have to wear frilly hats like Cassie's, though he adds she looks very nice in them." as often as not the bronze will just share his opinions with humans, but this is one of those times he doesn't feel like it. The High Reachians are given a wave and he calls out, "Ista's greetings, you all trying to escape the sharding weather up at 'Reaches?" it takes a /really/ good reason to get him up there, burrr!

Kariel is made into Fyria's personal man-pillow... of course, nothing out of the ordinary about this sort of thing. "Well met." he murmurs in his deep baritone to the others after Fyria introduces him, a grin creeping to his lips slightly. Sweater sleeves are rolled up to mid-bicep as the heat begins to pervade his skin... mmph. "I wish I had thought to grab a change of clothes." he murmurs, kissing the top of Fyria's head.

Nverath swivels his head 'round to inspect the much larger bronze, blinking serenely before his head is back to nudge at D'baji. Just cause there are new and shiny people he's not met before is no excuse for scrubbing to stop, and the man's been hiding behind his wing long enough. So, bronzerider steps in closer to start rubbing at a flank, offering a bit of a wave with a hand briefly made free. Nods are given to the names, and rather awkwardly, he add's is own "D'baji. And that's Nverath," with a nod towards the little bronze. "Shards, you need to dress like /that/ at the High Reaches?" Ew. Cold.

Yla glances at her dragon, tilting her head listening to her lifemates voice before resting a hand on the green's straps, with the intent of mounting. "I'm off to keep looking for Cassie's hat. I'll see you two later," To her fellow Istans. "And it was nice... seeing you all." To the new people from the 'Reaches. And with that she mounts.

Yla ducks to avoid getting hit as Castaliath flips her wings out of the way and extends a foreleg, before she grips the straps and scrabbles up.
Castaliath shifts, stretches, and then springs into flight.

T'am slides from Farleth to land with a solid sounding thunk on the ground near the water. "'morning!" is his pleasant greeting for the others, riders and non alike. Further introduction becomes unnecessary thanks to the lovely Miria. Feeling suitibly familiar with everyone assembled now, he is comfortable leaping into conversation. "Indeed. Our lake's still half frozen. Though that doesn't stop some from taking a dip." A shake of the head, which inadvertantly sends brown curls bobbing in front of his eyes, tells just what he thinks of that. "What I wouldn't do to have Farleth be that size again..." is murmered at D'baji and Nverath. Then a grin for his lifemate, "Just when it comes time to wash you. Which we'd best start..."

Fyria elbows Miria back gently.  "Sorry hun."  Grin.  A laugh escapes her at R'ley's astute comment.  "No joke.  Even in early spring, it's rightly cold up there."  Squeezing his hand, she turns to give him a look that says 'You-won't-need-to-bother-with-a-change-of-clothes,' along with a flutter of eyelashes, then turns to admire the young bronze.  "He's mighty fine...D'baji, is it? And well met."  Fy flashes a grin before dropping her sack lightly on the ground, rummaging for something appropriate for water-play.  "Shards.  I'll be darned if I'm going to go swimming with y'all naked."  

R'ley braces himself on Tyna's rear as the big bronze paddle's towards shore. Talons sink into the soft mushy mud making it a bumpy ride. Once on the sand he heads for the hollow he dug out for himself earlier and settles down in it to nap under the hot noon sun. With a hide nearly as tough as his bonds R'ley stretches out along his bond napping to.

R'ley goes home.
Tynabith goes home.

Whisking herself behind a well-placed visual obstacle, Miria quickly flings jacket, tunic, and breeches over a tree branch, resting her boots not far away, and emerges in her very own (ta-da) swimsuit, with the HRW guard blazon on the right breast, scrambling for the water's edge and splashing into the cool water, submerging every inch of herself.  Coming up a second or two later, she waves her arms.  "The water's cold, if you can take it!"

D'baji frowns somewhat for the thought of icy water to swim, though Nverath is more or less intrigued by the thought of something very cold.  "Well, it's easy enough for washing I suppose, though I doubt even he'll stay this little this long." A bit of a grin for dragon growthrates at the current age, and he shrugs. "Umm, thanks, I guess," is muttered a bit modestly to Fyria, Nverath's head swivelling in turn to cast a glance over her. "Naked?" He blinks, and then gives a bit of a blush for the thought, sighing as Nverath offers something of a rumble, which could more apptly be described as a vibration in his throat that /almost/ creates a sound. "Oil? You never told me to bring the oil," is added a bit sadly, and he gives a cough to the new shiny people he's hardly had a chance to meet. "We've gotta head back to the barracks... He wants his tail oiled again," is offered as an excuse while Nverath begins his clumsy strides to the shore. "So, nice... Well, meeting you I suppose," is fumbled a bit, and, talking done, takes up step alongside his Nverath, who offers a goodbye with a bit of a trill.