Nverath is absolutely drunken on the ground, so his step is rather ungainly as he lumbers along, D'baji beside him. Ah yes, the pair have done away with the following each other around in turn, neither of them having particularly enjoyed leading, so now their movements are coordinated. To the point where the Burly Biped himself is tripping over his feet, and he's not the one surviving a constant growth spurt. However, despite his walk, the bronze is something of a sight. He's not yet grown into his limbs, and provides a rather gawky image, but the frothy silver along his 'ridges is quite something in the sunlight, and his awkward shuffle does make lean shoulder muscles ripple in just a way that the wispiness of 'em is offset rather nicely. And D'baji, the aesthetist, is, rarely as it happens, admiring the bronze one, who is rather pointedly watching the plodding of his rider's feet. Thus why a bit of a trip as they rather suddenly attempt to avoid a Heliuth and J'den.

Serafa blinks and glares at the surprisingly bright sunlight,  Who woulda thunk it right?.  Anywho she's scampering or slinking or a combination of both I havent really decided.  Oh did I mention that she has been incredably bored since the Hatching?  Well she has, she doesnt have a sparkly new lifemate to moon over, but her firelizard did rise to mate for the first time.  Not quite the same but it means that not only is the healerite chirpy, she's also back to prancing around in that itty-bitty white bikini top, I'm sure you remember the one?.  "Hey"  Is overred cheerfully, time for a little of her favourite sport, 'ling teasing.

J'den looks up at his fellow bronzerider and Nverath. After all, wouldn't /you/ notice if a man and a dragon almost tripped over you. "G'dafternoon, D'baji!" He chirps. Why, it'd appear that Jay is in a good mood today! As he usually has been, since Heliuth came along. He goes back to oiling to bronze until he hears another familiar voice in greeting. His head snaps up and he grins at Serafa. "Seffy! Hey! Come talk to us...I've seen you what, once since Hatching?" 

D'baji leaps backwards to avoid his stumbling Companion, who in turn beats his wings, actually giving himself a bit of lift before settling a good meter to the side of where he'd started his tripping, and giving a bit of an excited warble. Rider laughs to the dragon, and shakes his head sternly, which is amazing, seeing as his face is well plastered into a grin. See that? Nverath flew. Even if it was rather brief. "J'den," is nodded from the somewhat proud, somewhat startled, somewhat fearing-the-wrath-of-weyrling-masters-cause-now-his-dragon-has-it-in-his-head- to-fly D'baji. "Seffy?" Now why under the rays of Rukbat... "SEFFY!" Perhaps it's that J'den's mood is catching? Or, maybe, that the healer hasn't been seen at all since that afternoon on the Sands... Either way, a rather broad grin is awarded from rider, and golden-hued bronze cranes his neck so to get his head as close to the newcomer as possible, without actually having to move.

Serafa settles herself upon her conveniant rock out of the way of oil and tripping dragon babies and the like, thrusting her chest out she retorts. "Wow Impressing hasnt completely addled your brains!  You even remembered my name"  The words emerge in a purr'ed drawl, the satisfied smirk playing across her sultry features belaying her good-natured teasing.  "So sick of 'em yet?" She cocks her head, obviously thinking very hard before her next announcement.  "You know I never thought there was so much variation with the bronze colours.  You both got impressive looking animals, even if they are both really small"  She grins, flicking her gorwing locks out of her face.

J'den looks up from his dragon, sending D'baji a confused 'Do-you-understand-her?' type of look before eyeing Serafa. "Of course we remembered your name...why on Pern would we forget?" Yes, the guy is thoroughly confused. At her next comment he laughs, taking it as an excuse to stare lovingly at Heli. "I'll never get sick of him..." Be warned: J'den is taking /everything/ literally tonight. "There are, lots of variations...same in every color. He is magnificent, isn't he?" J'den beams with pride as he gazes at basking-itching-toddler-bronze-formerly-and-currently-known-as-Heliuth. 

Nverath and D'baji snort in unison. "Sick of 'em!" the rider gapes on behalf of the bronze as much as himself. The draconic half takes a wobbly step towards the Healer type, whuffling cautiously before he goes within touching distance. She's obviously a bit off kilter to think they'd be sick of one another... "Well, bronze is a pretty vague description, when you get right down to it," D'baji is already starting, almost conversationally, shooting the Wobbly Winged One a curious look. "So this is Nverath. Golden-bronze, with white and hints of silver in colour." That's the introduction. Nverath extends a toe in greeting. Though it's placed conveniently enough that she'll most likely need to get off her rock if she wants to shake hands. Muahaha.

Serafa curls caramel toned arms about her toned legs as she drags her knees to her chest.  "You are both utterly smitten I hope you realise"  She comments a little sadly.  Pointing Deba-wards "So have you broken it off with your girlfriend yet?"  She asks.  "And you, I dont even want to talk about it." She bites her lip momentarily.  "Just you both wait until they are old enough to fly...and catch"  Seems the Healerite knows a little better than them whats ahead.  Nverath gets a sweet little smile and nose wrinkle.  "Arent you a little gentleman?"  She asks of him.

J'den utterly fails to catch the tinge of sadness in Serafa's tone - his perceptiveness has gone /way/ down since the Hatching, except for where his dragon is concerned. He beams, nodding. "I know...but I can't help it." Speaking of Heli, Jay returns to soothing the bronzes' worsening itches, murmuring softly to the dragon as he keeps an ear open for the rest of the conversation. Seffy's knowing remark receives merely a shrug from J'den. "So?..." If there's a point to that, he's completely missed it.

D'baji shrugs, taking a step to his right to rest a hand somewhat protectively over a wispy shoulder. "And you'd expect otherwise?" So that's as good as him happily admitting that yes, he adores his Nverath. The bronze gives a mighty sniff. "What? I- No! Why would I do that? I mean, it's sorta... Standing still for now, but- Not like it's your business anyway!" Bronzerider gives a hmph and goes about repairing any damage the most recent outburst may have done via much stroking of a bronze's neckridges, and what is obviously some sort of conversation as his face rather loses any expression for a good time. Her next comment brings an impatient toe-tap from Nverath. "He would like to say," D'baji starts translating, "that he is quite a lot bigger than you. Though he does strive to be well mannered, as it tends to keep emotions from flaring, as that can cause confusion." A double-take of what has been spoken, and a reddened eyebrow is raised, obviously from the human part. "And flights will come as they do." And that may as well have been Nverath's words. And, by the lightness lent to D'baji's tone, probably /was/ a quote.

Serafa quirks an ebon brow at the little bronze.  "Dearling I am older than you, and I watched Bydelth grew up.  Dont be in such a hurry to grow up"  She offers unsure of how to respond to such a composed creature.  Time for philosophy later she she turns her agate hard eyes J'den-wards.  "So..?"  She pokes a finger in his direction.  Keeping most of her emotions well contained.  "Is that /all/  you have to say for yourself?  After...after what you told me before?"  She keeps her voice level, unwilling to voice what exactly was said before.

At Serafa's query, J'den moves to his feet from his squatting position, palms flattening and held vertically before him, either claiming his innocence or bracing him for attack. "I...um...I mean..." Apparently, not /that/ much has changed since Hatching: he's still standing there like a stuttering idiot. Fantastic. He clears his throat in attempt to regain his composure. "I mean, flights happen, Seffy. It's...a part of riding. They don't necessarily mean anything, and they don't have anything to do with...with...what I told you before," he echoes desperately. If she doesn't have to voice it, neither does he. 

Nverath snorts once more, taking another step closer and craaaaaning his neck really quite far. Oh, he could /so/ lick the Healer if he so desired. Oh, but that want most likely won't occur to him. This is simply his way of greeting, if his toe won't be taken. "He thinks people calling him small seems somewhat inappropriate," D'baji offers as way of explanation for the Frothy One's behaviour. "Of course, he's rather obsessed, it would seem, with proving that appearance and size don't matter in the least. At least, when he thinks of it..." A puzzled look touches the rider's face, and he shrugs it off soon enough. And then a J'den and Serafa go into their little thing, he find himself feeling rather out of place. So, in natural D'baji fashion, goes to busy himself with some little task, this one being to start prodding at certain bronze's shoulder, with the occasional clearing of his throat.

Serafa rolls her eyes.  "I know that J'den and trust me I'm not upset about that, I'm upset because I dont know I guess I just dont like being ignored by the person who claims to like me" She sighs and turns her attention to the charming little bronze, slidding down off her rock to crouch in the dirt (the things she does).  "Come here little one"  She coaxes, baby dragons were so much more appropriate than thier riders sometimes.  "I wasnt saying that you arent a very attractive dragon, and you are right size doesnt matter.." cough how come she's always saying that to males, no matter what the species.  "Not when you are able to form such beautiful thoughts"

J'den takes this opportunity to take his focus off of Serafa and nod in agreement D'baji. "Heli's like that, especially with size. He tells me constantly that it doesn't determine the worth of a dragon." He sends a beaming glance at his dragon before turning back to Serafa. His dark eyes widen slightly as he shakes his head. "I haven't been ignoring you Seffy, at least not on purpose...we weren't even allowed out of the barracks until recently, and then I've just been so busy and...I'd never ignore you on purpose..." He trails off, shrugging before he goes back to his whining dragon and makes a mental note not to do oil jobs with friends around anymore. It takes /far/ longer than Heliuth wants, and Heli's needs come first. Smitten? Of course. 

D'baji is eavesdropping, he can't very much help it. And Serafa's words bring quite the shudder, which he will more than easily blame on memory. But moving on, with happy thoughts for his beloved Companion. And as Seffy leaves her rock, Nverath seems rather delighted, dropping his head gracefully (he's not bad at moving, so long as his feet aren't involved) to the ground, pivotting from their to turn in such a way that his particularly long tail might wrap around to be about even with his nose. "If you want, he likes to have the tip of his tail rubbed. And he won't mind if you do so." D'baji intones to the Healer, taking a glance briefly towards Heliuth with a bit of a smile.

Nverath thinks to you, << I bespoke Serafa with << You sense that Nverath offers a cautious swirl of golden, intermingled with a rather pleased red, and hints of thoughtful brown. <<It is my honour to accept your praise and agreement,>> is given with hintings of a light but serious tenor. <<And one who can appreciate such things must be remembered.>> >> >>

Serafa gives up on men completely, and concentrates her attention to skritching the tip og the bonzes tail.  "Arent men silly"  She comments playfully, dont think she didnt catch that shudder D'baji.  "You are so lucky to be a dragon, you cant really speak to put your mouth in it at all"  She continues sweetly. "And I know that you dont really remember all that much, so you dont have to worry about annoying any golds or greens that catch your eyes"  Okay now she's just babbling.