"Yawn." R'ian doesn't - quite - say the word as he emerges from the depths of Bralath's couch, although the sound verges on the edge between reaction and verbalisation. Bralath is not far behind him, as seems apparently normal, padding upon the floor of the barracks as they move across - headed, it might become apparent, for a clear space in which to oil the young dragon's muscled haunches. "Kia," he greets - R'ian, that is - as he passes, a wry smile pressed to the very corners of his lips. 
You paged Khalila with: From afar, D'baji acks. Like I could ignore you. You're my candie-stress confidante person.

Nverath belches a mighty belch from deep within his throat, bringing quite the gasp and grin from D'baji, who's making well sure to clean his hands of any extra meaty-bits. "Tactless," is commented from rider to dragon, and the bronze rustles his wings in form of physical reply, tongue shooting out to lick the liquidy bits of meat from the sides of his mouth. The entering pair, R'ian and Bralath, get a bit of a wave while Nverath stretches his wings and warbles a mellow/regal sounding warble to his clutchmate.

Yulianna sits already deeply immersed in some scroll--a closer look will reveal that it's a dissertation on riding straps.  She hardly glances up as R'ian, but offers a little absent-minded nod.  The hand not holding the hide is preoccupied in it's own littley world of golden draggie and Miyakath purrs contentedly as her neckridges are scritched.

B'ane wipes a bit of gore from his cheek with an equally sullied hand, the aftermath of a previous feeding session with Aboleoth. Walking over towards one of the shelves, he idly grabs a rag and wipes sanguine off his hands. "And we thought flits were bottomless pits.." He chortles to those present while sparing a glance towards his bronze firelizard who offers a humble chirrup in reply. The draconic figure merely washes the carnage from his muzzle with a lordly posture, his gullet promptly full. 

Kia glances up from her scritching only to be nudged with a tail. The giggle that escapes is bright and cheerfuly "R'ian out for a bit of oiling are you? Just finished up on Valanth a bit ago but he'll be needing it more soon." the lumps in his stomach are aparent so he's not going to be needing that anytime either. Blue head raises from his pillow also known as Kia to blink at Bralath the tacked on greeting of a croon soon to follow. "Tactless? Baji he's more like you than we thought!" the beam to show she's joking as she shifts conintuing her caress of dragonhide

The corner of Yulianna's mouth quirks up slightly at Kia's comment--ah!  So she /is/ paying attention.  Miyakath, too, lifts her head, peering around at the others, before dropping her head wearily back to rest on Yuli's knees.  "Take care, Kia." Yulianna warns softly, "He's got more brains than he looks like." Now the only puzzle to figure out is whether Yuli means Nverath or his big lug of a lifemate.

D'baji gives Kia a grimace for her commenting, and Nverath echoes the thoughts with a few flicks of his tail. "Aht," is called as Nverath notices Bralath and his luck in having an oiling, and the foamy bronze looks back towards his rider expectantly whilst the biped strides forward to flip a fleck of meat from a headknob. How it got there... Yuli get's a grin from Baji for her defence, no matter who it was intended for, and he nods. "Nverath would like you to know he's rather insulted to be compared to me in such a way. He can be far louder than anyone, he claims."

Kia arches a brow in Yuli's direction before giggling again "Oh I know and that's why I don't really mean it. Baji's just lurvely and it's going to be great going through 'ling classes with ya'll. Even Zeja who will scare everyone when she goes proddy." Valanth rises now wings spreading as he moves upward from his lounging position. A nudge here and a whuffle there to other clutchsibs before a pointed look at Kia and the exasperated loving tone comes forth "Again Valanth? Are you sure. I just oiled you and look your stomach's still got lumps in it." 

R'ian gives a belated nod towards Kia, responding in rueful delight: "Always, always, Kia. Oiling is a game that never ends." The banter between is listened to, as he moves to lean down and rub oil into his lifemate's brilliantly hued belly, the bronze crooning softly under his warm ministrations. 

Yulianna snorts rather loudly at D'baji's statement, and gives a little shake of her head, her eyes remaining on the hide in front of her.  Her fingers never cease their scritching, though, until the word 'proddy' is mentioned.  She retrieves her hand from Miyakath's neckridges and very deliberately rolls the scroll up, sticking it into a little corner somewhere and lifting the gold's head to re-cross her ankles in the other direction, then peers around at the others curiously.  A flick of a golden tail reminds her to get back to her slave-labor and she returns to scritching Miyakath's shoulders with a muttered, "Proddy.  Hmph."

D'baji tilts his head back to Kia, an eyebrow of his own raised. "Oh, so now I'm 'lurvely' am I? Well, I thank you for your faith in my lurveliness," is drawled, the bulk of body hair and bronzerider swooping into a bow, to be nudged hopefully by a white-tinged wingtip. "And let's not talk about Zeja and proddiness, alright? I mean, I don't even want to imagine." An eye is sent to the bronze, and then rolled as he grudgingly follows the beast towards the vats of draggie lube. "His tail isn't really itchy," he mutters as greeting to R'ian as he passes.

R'ian gives a sage nod to D'baji, as he oils Bralath's own tail. "Jealousy. He must have seen Bralath." Another sage nod, with the quietest hint of a smile. "I'm amused." -- his attention is turned by the sudden mention of 'proddiness', his eyes going wide. "Surely it's just a little too soon to be even considering *that*."

Kia smirks knowing that Zeja talk usually has people reacting one way or the other. The vats of oil are headed towards at a slow pace as she comments here and there that her lifemate looks oily enough "You know I think you're right Baji about them wanting to be oiled just for the massage. I'd love to get a massage especially after we're let out of the barracks" R'ian gets a beam "Probably but thinking ahead is always a good thing I think. After all you can have plans for just about any occasion. Well sometimes"

D'baji shrugs as a bare hand is dipped into the oily stuff. "Well, yes, and he always claims that in a moment of free time. He likes his tail rubbed, and if there's nothin else going on, why not get that started? I dunno if he's the jealous type, but Bralath certainly cued the thought." Kia gets a blink, and he nods. "Well, I dunno, maybe not all of 'em are like that. Ver, however..." He shakes his head, and a headknob is poked at his chest. "Wait, you said tail!" is accused as he proceeds to coat the offered body part. "Aye, well... Let's leave the thinking ahead to Zeja, then, eh?"

Yulianna peers back and forth between the others as they discuss, remaining silent, herself, but amused that Miyakath doesn't demand more oiling as well. "She doesn't really like it."  Yulianna murmurs quietly to who ever might be interested.  "Aside from making it stop itching, she doesn't really like the stuff /on/ her..."  And frankly, Yuli feels the same way so is quite satisfied with the non-stop scritching.  "I can't wait to take her out to the pools, though."

Bralath elongates his already plenty long torso, wings curled up, neck outstretched to rest wedge-shaped head within R'ian's empty lap. The motion briefly surprises the weyrling, but such a reaction is short-lived; he moves to smooth his dried-oil covered hands across the bronze's angular features, reclining slightly. "It should be fun," he agrees, Yulianna's comment reaching his ears. "I'm not used to being stuck in one place for so long at a time." D'baji's response to his own comment earns a grin, "Ah. Bralath worship. We all knew *that* would happen." He winks.

No sooner as the oil touched the offered headknob then Nverath has himself turned, 180 degrees, so that his rear end is placed neatly towards his rider, who grudgingly accepts the tail and then gives a snort of laughter. "He would not worship anyone else, and certainly not Bralath," is translated for the bronze, who gives a sniff, and then a flick of the tip of his tail, encouragin D'baji, no doubt. "But at least the one place isn't boring, no?" is asked to R'ian with a grin. Oh, Baji knows all about moving around lots. "Oh, what's this?" is asked as a spot is come across on the tail, a frown creasing the rider's face as he prods it, not to the disliking, exactly, of Nverath.

Yulianna shakes her head in reply to R'ian.  "Me, neither...trader an' all.  I don't /mind/ bein' inside with /her/." she nods down toward the gold, shifting her hand to scritch the fledgling's hindquarters, again, "But I wanna show her some stuff that I know she'd like.  An' it was all but dark bringin' 'em up here to the barracks."  Miyakath's rump slowly rises as Yuli continues to scritch, then she shifts her position, craning her neck around to push her head under Yulianna's hand.  A big, gold, hide-covered feline.

R'ian releases a peal of laughter at Nverath's response, his head ducked towards the other bronze and his weyrling. "My apologies. Perhaps it's just that Bralath is a role model, or something." His head is turned back again, missing D'baji's tail explorations. Yulianna is given a wry grin, his head nodding. "I know. I guess, eventually, we'll spend more time outside than ever, but--it's the waiting game, even if it *is* done with...them." It's an incredibly soppy expression, now, upon his face, quickly there, quickly gone again. 

Nverath gives R'ian a low rumble, turning one eye towards Bralath's rider. "You're forgiven," D'baji translates, still prodding around at the tail. "Oddly enough, I'd swear Ver's more excited to be out and about than I am. He complains about not being allowed to go to these beaches I so often dream about." A pause as he rubs at the patch on the hide lightly with a fingernail. "I didn't really know I dreamt of 'em that often." Finding that this stain on his lifemate doesn't lift easily the first time, D'baji drops from his more conversational tones, glancing over to R'ian. "Has Bralath gotten any spots on his hide ever?" And then the slightly shaggy head is turned to Yuli. "Or Miyakath? Or anyone else?" For all the other Weyrlings within earshot.

Yulianna shakes her head at the spots question, "None I'd noticed...but we go the other way 'roun'.  I get dreams from Miya--/kath/." she hastily adds, rolling her eyes a little at the reminder from her lifemate.  "Is it just a dry spot?  It's possible it's just coloration, ya' know."  She nods sagely, and shifts her hand to scratch the under-side of Miyakath's jaw.

B'ane cannot quite manage to suppress the grin as his dragon states that he can't wait to get out of the barracks. You know those Caesaristic attitudes; you just got to get out an conquer something, enslave some race, or rule a Republic. "Patience." He mutters warmly outloud. Sheesh. Roman wasn't built in a day, after all. "Nope, I don't think so.." Is the response to 'Ji. Looking again in cased he missed something, "Nuh-uh.." Comes the more assertive reply. 

"Thank you, Nverath," says R'ian, bobbing his head towards the weyrling dragon. "Much obliged." Fingertips gently rubbing along Bralath's headknobs, the weyrling shakes his head; "I don't think Bralath is so very insistant - interested, though, no doubt, and certainly a little frustrated with not being able to see it all. And as far spots, no, I've never seen any." His gaze narrows, D'baji and his lifemate held within it; "You should get one of the weyrlingmaster-types to have a look at it. Just in case."

D'baji furrows his face up quite neatly (in fact, it's amazing how many creases you can get in a generally smooth-featured face when something seems wrong), Nverath turning, his terribly happy blue-green eyes fading somewhat for his rider's obvious distress. "I'm sure it's nothing," the man finally mutters, going on with the tail rubbings in reassurance for the young bronze. "But I will, if it doesn't come off in bathing or oiling... I'm sure it wasn't there before, and of all of Nverath, I know his tail the best. I've got no choice, he likes it rubbed so." And another shake of his head. "Not dry, no. His tail's the best oiled part of his whole body." But he leaves it for now. After all, no point in worryin' a draggie. "I wish I'd get a dream from Nverath. No doubt it'd be orderly and interesting. Dream!" is commanded of the dragon.

Yulianna grimaces and shakes her head, "Dragonet dreams aren't that interestin'--sorry, love!"  She pets the gold's head consolingly as Miyakath peers at her, looking offended.  "It's just...there's only so far ya' kin go with oilin' and feedin' and rubbin'."  She gives a light shrug of her shoulders and an impish grin.  "I /did/ like the feelin' of havin' wings, though..."

B'ane drums his fingers on the thin leather sheathing his ankles, his boredom becoming more apparent. Like dragon, like rider. The sheer weight of the walls seem to squeeze the life from his breast, as his eyes flick cagily around the room. He's not going to go berserk or anythin', but he'll be the first one out when the ban from outside lifts. "I can't wait to go outside.." An echo in his mind from Aboleoth confirms the notion as well.

Ny scrambles out of Rionath's couch, pine-needle green eyes following a sage-kissed backside as it shuffles over and plants itself beside Bralath. "Mornin', all." Cue the Weaver-turned-Weyrling pressing her hand against open lips as she stifles a yawn, sitting on a chair uninspiringly.

D'baji shrugs, moving a bit further to the tip of the wiry, foam-flecked tail with his caresses. "Well, he just doesn't dream yet. He will, maybe, once he settles and stops asking all his annoying questions when he claims he's so tired." The bronze cranes his neck at the comment, flipping his tail firmly from the rider's grasp. Fine, you insult the questions, you don't get the tail, and that is how it'll be. Even if he, Nverath, has to suffer through it along with his rider, they will achieve discipline. "Oh, you've /got/ to be kidding!" he moans to the bronze after a moment's conversation passes between the two. "He's tired, he says. I'd best go settle him. And explain to him the meaning of life, the universe, and everything." A bit of an affectionate tint in the man's tone, however, as he follows the glisteny bronze to the couch.