Kazra peers down from her hiding place in the tree at the bronzer below. Xylyth continues to feign sleep in an out of the way corner. She decides that socialising will be better than hiding, and slides down, clacking her feet on the tree to make sure that she doesn't startle D'baji too much. Xylyth rumbles and raises his head, greeting his bronze clutch sib happily. He doesn't mind if he startles people.

D'baji positively delights in an excuse to turn away from those darned shears, waiting to make his 'do un-even and icky, and possibly make his skin bleed if he messes up. All in all, they're not at all a good affair, so distractions, indeed, are a welcome thing. Kazra receives a be-scissored salute, and Nverath pauses in his bubble blowing to send a soft croon in return to the brown, giving his tail a little flick to create a spray of water in his greeting as well. But greetings have always been important to Nverath, really. Anyway, back to Baji, who calls out a "Hey!"

Valanth trundles down, still gingerly toting around Tree's fallen branch. He figures it should be given a proper burial at sea. His larger clutchsibs get a warbled greeting as he slowly and solemnly walks down to the water, setting the branch on the beach and shoving it forwards with his muzzle. He croons a morbid song as he continues to nudge the branch towards the water.

Kazra wanders closer to D'baji. "Hey." she replied, sitting herself down next to him. "How are you?" Xylyth decides that water is a good thing, and slides into the water to join Nverath, trying not to splash. Greeting is crooned to Valanth, before brown eyes the branch. Eh?

D'baji shrugs, tossing his beautiful little scissors into the beautiful little bowl, and pushing back the hair that's once more found it's sharding way into his eyes. "I'm alright, I suppose. Procrastinating, currently. And you? And Xylyth, of course?" Can't forget the Xylyth, now, can we? Nverath will eat him if he does. The bronze turns his gaze slowly to his smaller blue sibling, picking up, with that indomitable empathy of his, on the serious occasion, and though not /entirely/ getting it, offering one of his lower rumbles for the activity. 

<Local> Nverath senses that Valanth takes a moment to explain his activities. <<Tree lost a branch.>>

Valanth rumbles as he reaches the water, the edge of the water just touching the branch. He sits down behind it, crooning piteously for a few moments. Once he's through with the branch's mourning, he shoves it off into the water, expecting it to drop off the small sand ledge into the depths of the basin. But....Like all wood does, the branch floats. He emits a curious whistle at this, watching the branch float towards the brown and bronze.

<Local> Nverath senses that he whirls forth a terrible loss in grey and dark blue, slow as the colours rotate 'round a little brown dot. His offering, as it were, for this branch. <<That is indeed terrible. Was it old, or was it taken in its prime?>>

"Procrastinating what?" Kazra asks, before grinning "Oh, we're both fine. Excercising away merrily usually, and investigating. And anticipating flying." Xylyth paddles his way further into the water, and in a newly learned trick, turns himself upside down, legs waving in the air. This is his way of showing reverance, honest. Kazra throws a wave towards Valanth. "How odd." she mutters.

<Local> Nverath senses that Xylyth adds his own colours to the mix, green drifting upwards in lazy fronds. <<Poor tree.>> Honest.
<Local> Nverath senses that Valanth sighs with a wave of lilac through his serene blues. <<He's really quite young, Tree, I mean. I could tell that he was upset from the loss.>>

D'baji points rather dubiously towards his bowl and scissors. "Cutting. Hair's gone too long, and I don't trust N'ano or any of the Weyrlingmaster types to cut it for me. So, seeing as we've found just a wee bit of time, I figured, why not do it? Only thing is, I haven't cut my own hair since... Well, I was travelling, and that's a good turn or two ago, and now I've gotta do it without the eye patch and it's really a whole different concept." A nod is given towards the excersizing, thumb thrust towards the bronze who's finished with his reverence and has gone back to bubble blowing. "Of course we've done that too... Nverath adores to fly, tells me all about it, just waiting to get mounted... I mean, I'm sure all the 'lings can sympathize with that, but still..." And now to eyeing that blue.

Valanth continues to stare at the floating branch. It /wasn't/ suppossed to do that. it was suppossed to sink. Like everything does in the water. He stinks out a fore paw, batting at it and watching it sink into the water then bob right back up. How very odd... He continues to poke at the branch, waiting until it floats out of reach, then sitting on the edge of the water and staring.

"I'd offer to help, but I'm afraid that hair cutting isn't really my speciality. Hair hacking perhaps would be a better way to describe what I do." Kazra says, extending her legs out in front of her. "I was talking with Weyrlingmaster N'ano recently, and he said that it shouldn't be long before we can fly with them." she says, frowning slightly as she tries to remember the conversation. Xylyth decides that he's had enough of being upsidedown, and rolls bacK over again, submerging briefly. "Silly thing." Kazra says affectionately. The antics of Valanth have caught Xylyth's attention, and he devotes time between watching the blue, and the branch, a query rumbling in his throat.

>> Ista Weyr: The watchrider announces the arrival of Taylias.
<Local> Nverath senses that Valanth splashes with a spray of confused azures and sapphire. <<It won't sink. It's supossed to sink.>> Isn't that obvious, though?

Nverath finds the branch bapping that Valanth's doing to seem extremely amusing, and is the thing continues to float, angling himself towards it, finally to reach out, once he's moved out of his nice spot in the water to a not-so-nice-but-branch-occupied spot, and reaching out to hit the thing. Which makes it flip, and brings a rather delighted trill from the bronze. "Well, yeah... I hack too, only thing is I can't see what I'm hacking," D'baji muses, brain obviously working as his eyes unfocus just a bit for his next comment. "Yeah, well, they are getting quite a lot bigger. I know Nverath's at least as big as some of the greens by now... The full grown ones, I mean. I can't wait, though... Cause riding them on the ground just seems... Odd, when we could just walk. I get the formations, but still..." He has this runner compared to dragon issue, y'see... "So," is added in a 'change of subject' tone, a rather pleaful look shooting her way. "You want to try and cut the stuff anyway? Or at least rip at it? in the back, if no where? I mean, it doesn't have to be really too nice, just get the shellin' stuff off my neck..."

<Local> Nverath senses that he ponders amidst his more natural stream of golden thoughts, flecked with leaf-like shapes of bemused green and copper for the occasion. <<Perhaps it is a sign of its indomitable strenght?>> A quick twist of cerulean is slashed across the colours in an idea. <<And it is rather amusing. It dances.>>

Valanth hops back a foot when the branch flips, rather surprised with it. Maybe branches come back to life when they are put in water. He skips forwards another few steps, then bounds into the water, on top of the branch. Waiting a moment, it doesn't come up and he swishes his tail contentedly, about to rumble in pride, but the branch shoots back up, popping through the top of the water and splashing back down. Hmph.

"Well, I'll give it a try." Kazra agrees, her tone letting everyone know that this is against her better judgement. She reaches for the scissors. "Any idea of a style, or do you just want it cut back a bit?" she asks, looking at what she is volunteering to cut. Xylyth now is watching the branch, the blue, and the bronze, trying to figure this floating log thingy out. An amused rumble is given at Valanth as he bounces on the log. Kazra shakes her head at their antics but refrains from commenting.

<Local> Nverath senses that Valanth muses with an array of perriwinkles and bejewelled sapphire. <<Maybe Tree was wrong to mourn for his branch. I shall have to inform him that his branches need only to be placed in water to come alive.>>

<Local> Nverath senses that Xylyth flashes a brief image of the branch, floating in the water. <<Will he listen?>> is asked, with the scent of cut grass drifting up from his words.

D'baji fawns at Kazra, arms folding lightly to cross over his heart as he positively beams at her, repositioning himself so that his head might be over the bowl provided. No point in getting the basin area hairier than it is, right? "Well... Just cut it, really. I mean, just sorta make it not too jagged, or then I'll have to cut it at different intervals, but if it's straight, it's easier... And yeah. Just take about," here two fingers are drawn together, only to be spread apart to demonstrate about three centimeters, "that much off. And if you hit one ear, by all means go for the other too so that it'll match." Beamkle. Nverath gives a mighty big warble, and splash of his tail, for the log's bounce. It /is/ alive, Valanth was right! The log, thus, is given a whuffle.

<Local> Nverath senses that Valanth brings up a picture of Tree, who is Valanth's new found friend, located in the central bowl. <<Tree usually listens to me. I think he's taken a liking to me. Kia and I asked him if he wanted to live on our ledge when we got our own weyr and he said yes.>> As this is stated, the little blue emits prideful waves of aqua.

<Local> Nverath senses that he thinks << Yes, do tell him. It would be a pity to mourn something that doesn't need mourning.>> A light lilt in his golden stream as that is said, his leaves dispersing somewhat and being replaced with a hopeful, almost smokey, brown swish. <<Perhaps you could introduce me to Tree? >>

Kazra takes a deep breath, before making the first cut. She only takes off a few milimeteres at first, but slowly gains confidence. She stops however, as Xylyth passes something onto her. "I wonder if there is something wrong with that blue." she whispers in D'baji's ear before she continues to cut. Xylyth is still eyeing the log as it floats. He essays a gentle prod with his tail and notes the branches reaction. Hmm. This must be studied.

Valanth warbles at the log and the other dragons, propelling himself backwards a bit to poke it with his tail, watching it go into a wild spin with the simultaneous poke from the brown's tail. How pleasant. There's nothing wrong with Val. He's just very....friendly. Trees need friends too, ya' know.

<Local> Nverath senses that Valanth beams at the bronze, river of blue interrupted with a more turquoise-ish tint. <<Oh yes, Tree likes being around other dragons.>>

<Local> Nverath senses that Xylyth spikes in a frond of line surprise. <<Curious.>> he notes, <<Have any other dragons met Tree?>>

D'baji does enjoy his head being touched-rubbed-prodded nicely... Or whatever else could fall into something of that category. And consequently, having his hair cut does. So he's got one of those stupid half-in-paradise looks on his face by the time she's confident enough with it, and is trying not to swoon. "Well, he /did/ Impress to Kia," is whispered back good-naturedly (as he likes Kia, and if the blue overhears well...) "Although I'm afraid he might be converting 'Ver to his ways..." Which he probably is. Nverath is now giving his equivalent of an amazing giggle, despite natural seriousness, and giving a bugle at the thing, and the blue. 

<Local> Nverath senses that he would almost be contented with that, you'd think, his extra colours dying down briefly, and even the gold dulling in its lumiscense until *poof* there's orange dust all over his thoughts. <<Yes, and has he met any other plants? Because D'baji's Friend has a pokey one that he brought her, and I'm sure if we put it in water it would make amazing conversation.>>

<Local> Nverath senses that Valanth is just so happy that his friends want to meet Tree. <<I think he's aquainted with Riyth.>> A thought back to his tree and he adds <<Oh, there are lots of plants near him, but mostly bramble bushes that aren't too nice.>>

Kazra hmms quietly to herself, still snipping away at D'baji's hair. She's doing her best to keep it all neat and tidy like. "Xylyth seems rather dubious." she comments, and indeed, the brown does, still watching the log with intense fascination. He essays another prod with his tail, and watches it spin. Rumblerumble.

<Local> Nverath senses that Xylyth returns to his usual calmness, with a soft sussuration of wind through leaves behind his thoughts. <<Interesting.>> is his only comment.

Valanth rumbles back at the bronze and the brown, flipping forwards to rear up and hop onto the branch again, watching it shoot forwards into the air, the edge teetering on the water before it lands again with a splash. An excited trill is emitted and he flips back over, idly flicking the water with his tail. The riders are not overheard, and even if they are, Val is quite pleased with his oddities and extra-friendliness.

"Nverath is in one of his happy moods," D'baji thinks out loud, or responds. It works on just so many levels. Voice is dropped to add, "Like a puppy, almost, except when he speaks," with a tone that could be described as amusement. Even condescendingly so. "Y'know, you're very good at this. I'll have to get you for a head rub one day." Run away now, Kazra. That could be a baaaad sign unless you want a bronzerider on yer tail for the rest of your life. Or maybe he's just going for free head rubs... Nverath can't be concerned with that, however. He's now wiggling all around in delight, watching how the 'ripples' *coughwavescough* made by such movements will make the branch wiggle. When it's not airborne. 

"Ever happy to oblige my dear bronzerider." Kazra says, with her grin hidden behind D'baji's head as she snips. Free hand comes up ready to steady his head slightly if need be, fingertips splaying out. Xylyth glances at his rider, and seeing that she is happily ocupied, diverts his attention to the log. Its brief flight is regarded, only the slightly faster whirling of Xylyth's eyes indicating any surprise.

<Local> Nverath senses that Xylyth muses. <<Fascinating.>> A brief pause while a river of blue snakes amidst viridian strands. <<This log is fascinating.>>

Valanth floats in the "ripples" cause by the bronze's bouncing, unfurling a wing to press against the water, causing more little waves in the water, and the branch to bob around some more.

D'baji tsks at Kazra, rolling his eyes (not that it accomplishes much, seeing as she's behind his head, but it's become a trained reaction, especially since the lack of the eyepatch). "I don't ride bronze," is noted to her, "I ride Nverath. And he's developed colour problems, recently." Which seem to flow right on over to the rider. Much to his chagrin, it would appear, as he adds, "Not that it matters." And Nverath is thrilled with the waving now. And happy. And blue-eyed.

<Local> Nverath senses that he finds his colours balancing, rather, with a now smooth undercoat of the gold, and it's all symmetrical and ooh. <<But we musn't forget the water. The log and the water are... Symbiotic, it would seem. It needs someone to dance with, after all.>>

"Nverath rider D'baji then." Kazra corrects herself, also rolling her eyes. "What colour problems?" she asks, stopping her cutting to look at the bronze, before beginning to snip again, slightly slowly this time. Xylyth attempts his own bounce in the water, hopping upwards and watching the resultant swash of water.

<Local> Nverath senses that Valanth's mind-river settles back to it's serene stance, a pale-ish blue, hardly a ripple blemishing the surface. <<Maybe we should go inform Tree of the good news. Would Kazra and D'baji mind?>> Kia's off doing some chore or other, so obviously Val is free to do what he likes.

<Local> Nverath senses that Xylyth agrees in a swirl of malachite. <<Water is fascinating as well.>> That seems to be his new word. <<Kazra would not mind. She is also interested in Tree. It would be fascinating.>> There is that word again.

D'baji shrugs, a thing he really ought not to be doing when he's getting his hair cut, but does allow for all sorts of responses from the one with the scissors. "Well, he finds them either degrading or over-generalized, or something. Y'know I've been having some little complaints with ranks?" And everyone should. "Well, he has started to associate colour to rank, and with that, stereotyping. So he now goes by names and names alone. It seems very noble, but I'm sure he'll get over it. We'll just discuss the issue to death a little more..." Nverath gives a snort as his colour problems are brought up again. But that can leave, because the log is dancing.

Kazra lets out a yip of surprise as the hair that she is cutting abruptly moves. "Hoy." she complains, snipping empty air, before making another cut. "Its gone skewy now." she says, slipping into a word that she heard the kidlets use back at Reaches. Another few snips and she straightens the 'skewy' bit out. "There. Nearly done." she says, before aahing at D'baji's explanation. Xylyth continues to watch the log. What will it do next?

<Local> Nverath senses that he goes and stirs up his nice symmetrical colours all over again, creating a little dance with them slightly resembling the bouncing log. <<I fear We have something planned, or so is claimed,>> is given with a mental sigh, which causes the colours to ripple and fade briefly. <<However, maybe Tree will be in a good mind, then, when I meet him?>>

D'baji gives an apologetic cough Kazra's way, making an extra-careful attempt to hold perfectly still for her. "Sorry. Didn't think." Here he pauses, bracing himself for any comments that might come over that recently admitted fact. "It's good now, y'know," is added as he reaches his fingers right on back near the scissors, continuing his disregard for safety, to feel at the stuff. "And it's better now, not on the neck... Though I should go change shirts, get the itchies off.. And then Nverath and I are due for some sort of extra lesson. Y'know, Senior Weyrwoman Saria said we had to do so, and all that..." Darned punishments. People should just adapt to his smart alecky mouth. "So, thank you very much," is given to Kazra as the bronzer (haha, take that Nverath) stands to pull for the bowl. "And maybe if you ever need me to return the favour..." Evil giggle as Nverath gets out of the water, and the pair of 'em head off down the path.