Evening oils

[tarra]

(OOC> Open to anyone )


Kalliyar began climbing the green dragon's spines, starting from the tail and working upwards. Suftath lifted her head from her foretalons to watch him, her calm eyes whirling a mellow yellow of amusement. Tarra was busy with oiling her dragon's neck and shoulders, using her brush with clean, fluid strokes across the gleaming dark hunter green hide. At a prod from her lifemate's mind however, the slender young woman glanced towards her tail.

"Kalliyar!"

Dropping the brush into the pail, Tarra reached her wayward son within four steps and plucked him neatly off her long-suffering green. He had already reached the set of the dragon's hindquarters: any higher would be dangerous. The three-turn-old child squalled as he was pulled away, but quieted quickly as Tarra dumped him bodily into the shallows of the lake just beside them. Chuckling happily, the boy began to plunk his hands into the water, palms first, generating a spray with each impact. The greenrider giggled as she joined in, splashing him damp by shaking wet hands over him. Kalliyar laughed as he caught at her hands.

Mine, you were oiling me.

"Yes, love, coming," she splattered the boy one more time before stumbling upright to return to her dragon. Suftath puffed out softly through distended nostrils, eyeing her rider askew in mild rebuke. Tarra slapped her apologetically on the shoulder as she picked up the brush and continued with the slender but well-muscled shoulders. Suftath sighed as she stood up for her rider to start on her chest and underbelly, head raised as she kept a discreet eye on Kalliyar in the shallows. The evening sunlight dance across the weyrbowl and the lake's waters, reflecting onto the walls in intricate flowing patterns. Tarra was starting to crawl under her green to reach her stomach when she felt Suftath's touch at her mind.

He is coming.

The young woman glanced up as Kalliyar toddled up to them, his clothes wet through and clinging to him. The green dragon lowered her head to him as he tumbled against her foreleg, gently bumping him away from the lethal talons. Tarra sighed and rolled out from under her green.

"Mummy, what you doing?"

"I'm oiling Suftath dear," she caught him before he could toddle back to the green's talons, pulling him over to herself. He wriggled loose with a giggle and slumped into a seat beside her, gazing up at the dragon towering over him. Unafraid, he smiled back.

"I help you, mummy?"

"Alright," Tarra ignored the huff of amusement that her lifemate emitted, "You can do her stomach Kalliyar, use the extra brush and make sure you catch all the hide. Like this part that mummy did," she pointed out the dragon's shining shoulders. She looked up at Suftath as she pressed her brush into the child's hand.

Don't sit on him.

The green snorted, softly so as not to blow the small boy over, I'll try.

The small boy, blissfully unaware of their exchange, took the brush and scrambled under her with the eager enthusiasm of a three-turn-old. Suftath sighed at the ticklishness of it, but held still as Kalliyar began painting her underbelly with huge splashes of oil. Tarra started work on the green's legs and talons, a smile playing her lips. Her lifemate was going to have a very well-oiled underbelly by the end of this session indeed,

[Minji]

"I don't want to go if there's someone already there.. Especially with a 'brat."
X'veir 'humphed' at the thought of talking to another fellow rider whenever there was a young brat about. Not that he would've rightly cared, but he just didn't have a soft spot for them. The only thing that would ever cause X'veir to ever even think of touching one, would be when he was getting on to them, or Faranth forbids, saving their sharding butts over something they shouldn't've been doing. But either way, those words were exactly as to what X'veir's bronze were expecting.

After the dark bronze absently shuffled his wings, flaring out the wings to reveal the sails to be a medium rosy red with the darker streaks of that color, he snorted and eyed his rider with slight interest musing over his thoughts.
Well, since you put it that way, fine.. Do not ask for me to take you elsewhere until I am done.
The Dark Prince, as to the term X'veir calls him, snapped his wings to his sides, causing a slight breeze to ruffle through the weyr, as he then clambered out toward the weyr ledge. It was with a final look backwards did Rhosyth suppress a smirk in his mind as he watched his rider grumble to himself as he went about putting on some worn clothes as he knew what the bronze meant by going out. Rhosyth was going to fly about for a while, find the lake, and make a show off impression toward the green dragoness and her rider. Two great minds put together in a harmonizing way was one way of X'veir thinking he was being punished for something he did not, hopefully, commit.

You act as if I were killing you slowly already, X'veir..
The bronze rumbled inside his rider's mind as he awaited X'veir to mount before lifting his head up high and proud and letting a fierce, commanding trumpeting sound emit from deep within. Shortly after, the bronze bunched up his hind quarter muscles and launched off from the ledge, causing some unattatched rocks to fall downwards before he soon flared open his rosy red wing sails to a darkened bronze hide, the two white blotches at the tip of the nose and tail being obvious from the bottom view of the dragon as he caught a gentle thermal that rose upwards and toward their destination; the weyrlake.

Take it easy while landing, and don't plummage into the waters until after you let me off on shore.
X'veir spoke to the bronze through their connected link. If nothing else, with Rhosyth's voice booming into his mind, that his would boom back at about the same strength, if not somewhat quieter. The only thing that was given to any indication that the bronze heard him was a deep rumble that reverated between the rider's legs. It was then, to X'veir's great dislike, that the bronze was not responding to his words of being let off, but a laughter of defiance., and it was soon figured out as the bronze angled himself toward the lake with the rider handing on just barely for dear life.

Because you are needing some fun in your life, X'veir.... And do not worry, I would never let anything happen to you.
It seemed as if the dragon was enjoying himself as he soon did a barrel roll with his rider unstrapped to him. He bugld his fun interest as he then righted himself and plummetted in the surface of the lake, of course, being careful to land in the deepest end so as not to harm himself, nor his rider. Within a couple minutes, the bronze submerged, oblivious to a small tidal wave that was making its way toward the green, her rider, and the weyrbrat. Whenever X'veir's head appeared above water, a small indication of a smirk highlighting his face did he recognize the wave and turned to the bronze.
"There's a small 'brat that ay and you sent a wave in their direction, you great oaf!!"
If nothing else, X'veir was somewhat concerned, but other than that, he had really no great sense of remorse.

[tarra]

Rhosyth's bellow did not go unnoticed. Suftath glanced up towards the weyrs, then looked back out across the lake, disinterested. Tarra watched a little longer as the distant dark speck of the bronze approached, growing larger. But her mind was fully occupied between catching every inch of her green's talons in oil and keeping an eye on her son at the same time, and she soon turned back to her task. Distantly she heard the splash as bronze and rider plunged together into the lake some way off. She thought nothing of it until Suftath's mental touch brought her sharply from her task.

Mine, look.

Tarra did look, and in the next instant she had stumbled to one knee, scooped up a protesting Kalliyar from beneath Suftath and bundled him onto the green's back. She just had time to snatch up the oil bucket and sling it across her dragon's shoulders when the wave hit them.

It wasn't a very large wave, having mostly dissapated already in the stretch of lake between the shore and the point where the bronze had so carelessly plunged in. But it was enough to cover Sufttath's belly, lapping at her middle shoulders and sending Tarra bobbing gently against her green, clinging to her neck to keep from being washed away.

The wave subsided, withdrawing into the lake, and Kalliyar laughed with delight as he smacked Suftath's hide, enjoying the height and the view he was getting from it. Tarra found her footing gingerly as the water receded, and began casting about for the sole brush she had not quite managed to catch before the mini-tsunami came. She found it a few minutes later, washed several metres upshore from where they were. The young woman returned with the miscreant brush to find Suftath lying on her belly again, so that if Kalliyar fell he would not fall too far.

The result of that, of course, was that most of the oil that had not not washed off the green's stomach with the wave was on the sand instead, and her talons were almost certainly un-oily, lacking all the work that Tarra had been putting into them. With a sigh, the greenrider pulled her still-giggling son off Suftath's back and started setting him to oil-painting once more, on the dragon's tail this time. She reached for the green's mind.

Love, I know you don't feel too much about this, but kindly relay my annoyance to that very "polite" bronze. Tell his rider I so appreciate the bath that I would highly enjoy his company in oiling you as well, and that he would be a cad not to accept.

Suftath parted her jaws and let her tongue hang out slightly in amusement. Indeed, she saw the whole situation in rather humourous terms, but she was no fool and knew better than to argue with her rider at that moment. She angled her thoughts towards Rhosyth.

Bronze Rhosyth, Mine would like me to convey her annoyance at your actions. She would also like for you to inform Yours that she likes the bath so much she would hope for his assistence in oiling me as well, and he would be impolite not to come.

The green's mellow nature went a long way toward softening the mental sending, but the acid, sarcastic tones were undeniable: Tarra could be so articulate when she was in a bad mood.

[Minji]

"At least no one got hurt from your carelessness, Rhosyth."
X'veir mumbled as he began to stroke his way toward the shore, only to fail at doing so as the drak bronze dove under the lake and reappeared with his rider mounted where he had been before he dove into the water. If nothing else, this was Rhosyth's way of musement, but he stopped short when he ws addressed by the green.

For a moment or two, the bronze contemplated the words of the green before deciding that he should probably relay the message, to which, he did with all pleasures as he dove under and allowed X'veir to get slightly agitated by the dragon's actions.

If it weren't for me, you would be moping about in our weyr.. Be thankful I'm helping you out some.
The bronze spoke as he snaked his way toward the deeper end before flaring ot his wings over the surface to rest there. He always found musement in lots of things once acted up, but he was, in all reality, a very serious, to a degree, type of dragon.
You'll thank me later, X'veir.. Trust me.
Those were the final words and the bronze rumbled deep within his chest and, somehow, lauched out from the lake and into the sky. Once he was airborne, the bronze circled the lake before heading off toward their weyr, and triumphant trill resounding as he retreated leaving a very unhappy X'veir.

Muttering under his breath all the while as the bronzerider swam for shore, X'veir began to think of all the things possible that he would do to the bronze if they were not lifemates. But no matter, the mutterings stopped when he was within hearing range of the green, her rider, and the 'brat.

"Guess I've no choice in this matter now.."
He said, not in exactly the cheeriest of tones, but not in a mad one either. Staring at the green and then toward the 'brat that was sent to oiling the green's tail before turning his dark honey brown gaze toward Tarra.
"Where's a brush and to where would you like me to start oiling.."
He looked about bluntly and then at the sky in the direction his bronze had took when he abandoned him. With a hefty sigh, the bronzerider rolled his eyes and soon reached a hand out,
"I'm X'veir of bronze Rhosyth.."
If anything, the rider seemed somewhat disgruntled at having to state his name, but saying he lost a mind battle with his dragon, he was 'forced' to do so. How humiliating to lose to your own dragon.

[tarra]

Suftath raised her head to watch as the bronze took to the sky, circling the lake. Tarra was still very much preoccupied trying to reorganize brushes and oil buckets and figure on whether she needed more oil since so much had washed clean off her green. But she listened, nonetheless, as Suftath touched her mind lightly.

Mine, I don't think that bronze gave his rider much choice.

The greenrider sighed, stacking bucket and brush to one side as she leaned infor a closer inspection of the dragon's legs. Rhosyth's triumphant trill echoed around the lake and summed up, quite succintly, what Suftath had been getting at. Tarra straightened and leaned wearily against her green's shoulder, watching the bronze flying back towards the weyrs. Maybe she wasn't exactly being fair to the poor rider being dumped by his bronze, but it had been a long day. And she had been looking forward to a peaceful evening of oiling Suftath with Kalliyar.

Well, that didn't hide the fact that the bronzerider was actually being quite nice by consenting to help her. Tarra had known bronzeriders who would simply walk away and forget they had ever inconvenienced the rider of a "lowly" colour. She reached out for her dragon's mind as she backed outwards a tad to check on Kalliyar at the green's tail.

Alright, love, I'll try to be civil.

Suftath warbled happily, and then turned to warble again, a direct greeting to X'veir coming up beside her. Tarra let out a soft breath and stepped around her dragon to find the man.

"Where's a brush and to where would you like me to start oiling.."

There was resignation in his tone, and as the greenrider ducked beneath Suftath's neck and came into view of him she was struck by how small he seemed. She was not tall by any standards, but this man seemed to tower over her far less than she would have expected a male to. Her own almond-brown eyes met his gaze easily, and a thin smile twitched the edges of her lips at the seemingly forlorn light in them. X'veir turned to look towards the direction of his long-gone bronze, and suddenly Tarra felt almost sad for him. She was sorry she had demanded he come to help her now. The man sighed heftily, and the greenrider started forwards again, never realizing that she had stopped short on her first sight of him.

"I'm X'veir of bronze Rhosyth.."

She took his hand gently, nodding, "My duty to you, bronzerider, I am Tarra of green Suftath."

She winced at the disgruntlement in his voice: inflections could say so much more than mere words sometimes. Pausing, uncertain, she nodded again, a little stupidly, towards Suftath.

"Well, I have only one brush since Kalliyar is using the other..."

She caught herself. Demanding a bronzerider come help her oil Suftath was bad enough. Demanding that he come and then not allow him to help her, however, was far worse. Bad as she felt at having forced X'veir over, she was going to have to let him help her, or make complete fools of them both. Swallowing, the greenrider started off towards her son, and gently pried him off the green dragon's tail as she took the brush into her hand.

"Come Kalliyar, go play with the sand. Mummy wants to see a nice big sand weyr by the end of this evening."

The small boy oblidged, slumping cheerfully near Suftath's tail as he scooped big lumps of sand into his fingers and began dumping them on top of each other. Tarra returned to X'veir with the brush, trying to be brisk as she indicated her green's spine and back.

"Alright, I'll have to re-do her legs and belly, but maybe you could start on the back? Mind though, she might be ticklish over the flanks. We can do the wings together after that."

[Minji]

Introductions of the greenrider wasmade apparant and the bronzerider waited as she informed him that she had only but two brushes. Somehow, X'veir did not even think of being somewhat angry that there were only two brushes, one being in the hands of Tarra while the other was in the hands of the brat.

As the greenrider headed off for her son, swallowing barely visible enough for the bronzerider to notice. When she returned from retrieving the brush from the young weyrbrat, telling him to make a big sand weyr, and handed the brush to the bronzerider, X'veir looked to the brat to see how he was progressing before back to Tarra.

"Just so long as my wherry-brain of a dragon does not make a splash on his own, I will stay and help.. Otherwise I may have to tend to punishing him."

If anything, X'veir held a tone that meant he would punish the bronze for any stupid thing it would do to cause him to restart oiling the green. Mind though, X'veir knew that Rhosyth would right now be heaved on his side enjoying the sun's warmth beaming down from his ledge, possibly looking for any greens, or possibly that of the gold, Ariannalyth, to flirt with. How it really annoyed the bronzerider that the bronze would even think about lowering itself by flirting. Should Rhosyth never have hatched a bronze, X'veir could have swore that he would've been a brown or blue, or perhaps even a green.


Grabbing a bucket of oil with him, X'veir started toward the flanks of the green dragoness. Seconds later, he then moved over to the right side of the green's hind quarter and dipped his brush in before brushing off the excess oil on the rim of the bucket and placing his left hand upon Suftath's leg, shortly followed by his right hand that held the brush.

Going from a side to side motion, X'veir remained focused at the task at hand, only stopping long enough to wipe any sweat that might've started dripping because of the heat of the sun. It wouldn't take no more that possibly ten minutes to finish the right side of the green's flanks before X'veir moved toward the left and began the process all over again.

"You know, I've now come to realize that greenriders have it somewhat easy when it comes down to oiling their dragons."

X'veir surprising seemed to carry a lighter tone in his voice as he dipped his brush into the bucket and scraped the sides before applying more on the side, concentrating on a somewhat patchy spot before moving along to get the tail of the green. There were still the sides of the dragon left, and X'veir had this agenda that he followed through when he oiled Rhosyth. He had to do it in a specific order, otherwise he wouldn't know which all parts he had oiled, not saying that he wouldn't be able to spot it, and to which parts needed to be oiled.

[tarra]

Tarra did not miss the glance that X'veir cast towards Kalliyar as she passed him the brush, and inwardly she wondered what might have sparked the bronzerider's interest in her young son. Male riders, as far she knew, cared nothing for weyrbrats that were not their own.

"Just so long as my wherry-brain of a dragon does not make a splash on his own, I will stay and help.. Otherwise I may have to tend to punishing him."

Tarra smiled, wondering how the man intended to punish his dragon: the bronze had to be at least twenty times his size. Perhaps more. For a fleeting moment she imagined him chasing the big dragon with a whip, like the sort that beastcrafters used with runners. The thought brought a wave of laughter so sharp that she turned away quickly before X'veir could see it, and dropped to hands and knees with her bush before rolling under Suftath again. The green tilted her head to glance at her rider, catching the amusement in her thoughts. Tarra rubbed her foreleg gently, giggling a little, and started work again.

Suftath turned her attention back to the bronzerider sweeping his brush over her hindquarters, warbling softly as she regarded him with contentedly whirling eyes. Tarra was not there to see it, but her green dragon was fast realizing that X'veir worked in a credibly fast yet thorough fashion, and she relayed this to her rider with a series of images: everything she was seeing of the bronzerider at work. The young woman grunted her approval, trying to reach a difficult spot at the joint of her dragon's leg and shoulder, and heard X'veir speaking.

"You know, I've now come to realize that greenriders have it somewhat easy when it comes down to oiling their dragons."

The greenrider chuckled, rolling aside as she poked her head out to glance at him. He seemed to be in a lighter mood now, perhaps because oiling a green was so much less than oiling a bronze. Tarra cast a quick look at his handiwork, and nodded again: she still couldn't see much from her position, but what she could see she was satisfied with. The greenrider was quite the nitpicker with her Suftath, but she would not be pressing the bronzerider while he was doing such a steller job of it.

Realizing her own speed, she picked up at it, covering the green's belly in wide yet well-patched strokes. The leisurely eveing of oiling had beome asort of competition to finish faster - in Tarra's opinion at least. Not that she minded, it was kind of fun. Ending off at her dragon's inner hind legs with a good patch of greasy oil, she wriggled out once more, and took a moment to stretch after being cramped beneath the green. The dragon arched her head as she turned to croon softly at her.

Mine, he is so fast.

I know, love, we should do this more often.

If you can find more of them, Suftath lowered a reproachful eye at her, And it wasn't so nice forcing him to come.

Tarra shrugged off the comment as she set to work on the green's out legs. Just as an after-thought however, she called over to X'veir.

"She says you work both fast and thorough. When you're done we can start on her wings...before your dragon gets back."

The last bit was spoken in a humourous tone, referring to the waves the bronze had stirred up so recently. Tarra was hardly angry any more however, more amused. It was turning out to be a good evening after all.

[Minji]

Hearing the greenrider chuckle at his comment of green dragons being easier to care for than a bronze and seeing her glance at him made the bronzerider feel somewhat less tense. Though he was not going to admit that he was too comfortable in her, or the dragon's and the 'brat's, presence. However, he was enjoying being with other person, especially a mothering one.

I am assuming that I can say your welcome, X'veir.

The rumbling voice of a very familiar voice echoed in X'veir's head as the rider put on a disgruntled look before changing it to one of being neutral when the greenrider was not looking. He hated to really show any forms of emotion, but sometimes he wondered why Rhosyth was doing such things to him to get the bronzerider to interact. For Faranth's sake, he was born a weyrbrat and he knew everyone, and even while he was growing up, he still knew the faces of every rider and the names and colors of the dragons within Sanctum.

Just mind your own business. If it weren't for your sharding antics, I wouldn't be out here oiling another rider's dragon who obviously takes a much shorter time than it does doing your large hunking body... But yes, I guess thanks are in order to you, Rhosyth.

As hateful as those words were sent to the dragon through their link, it still held some tone of love, albeit in that rider/dragon sort of way..

Turning his attention back to Tarra, for the comment from the green dragoness was not left reallly unnoticed, X'veir grinned for a few meager seconds before finishing off the last bit of the green's tail before plopping the brush into the bucket and carrying the pail over to one side of the dragon's wings.

"Yeah, well, Rhosyth is enjoying the sun's warmth right now, therefore I know what I'll be doing right after we're finished reoiling your lovely dragoness."

He flashed an honest smile, though this time it lasted a few seconds longer, before he went over to the base of Suftath's neck and patted her briskly, though in a ginger sort of way.

If he bruises your lovely neck, let me know so that I can inflict more misery on him for damaging such a beauty as yourself.

If anything possible, X'vier could've swore that his bronze was out to get him in some way or another into being more social. Yet, the words that were directed toward the green Suftath almost made the bronzerider flush for any forms of apology should the green relay such a message to her rider. But even so, without thinking to long on the subject, X'veir spoke directly toward Tarra so as to intercept the words that may be transferred.

"Tarra, whatever your dragon may say, I only assume that my dragon was joking."

[tarra]

"Yeah, well, Rhosyth is enjoying the sun's warmth right now, therefore I know what I'll be doing right after we're finished reoiling your lovely dragoness."

Suftath warbled her appreciation at the compliment, eyes whirling happily. Tarra raised her head and a brow from what she had been doing with the dragon's outer legs, glancing over at X'veir. She wasn't entirely certain there wasn't some undercurrent in the bronzerider's comment, but she let it pass. It was kind of him to speak kindly of her lifemate, at any rate, and whether or not he had meant the words to apply to the green's rider as well...well, she would speculate on that later. Tarra tried to recall what she knew of Rhosyth's rider, and came up with scarce little. She had seen him around, naturally, but knew little more of him apart from the fact that he seemed to have a dislike for Hatchings. She had almost never seen him at one before.

She returned X'veir's smile though, while he walked over and patted Suftath's neck, and then turned back to patching Suftath's outer leg areas with oil. Humour tinged her voice as she replied to him.

"Oh, and what might that be?"

X'veir, however, did not get a chance to reply. Suftath warbled in laughter as she received Rhosyth's sending, and thrilled softly through her mind as she spoke back to the bronze.

My thanks for your concern, kind Rhosyth, though I am tougher than that, she inclined her head towards the distant weyrs, Would you like to join us? The sun is indeed pleasant today.

Her attention caught by her dragon's motions and warbling, Tarra looked up in surprise and started to probe her lifemate on what was going on, Love, what...?

X'veir spoke up at that moment, however, "Tarra, whatever your dragon may say, I only assume that my dragon was joking."

Nonplussed, the greenrider glanced at him quizzically while her mind tried to complete the question, Love, what was...?

Suftath answered before she could finish, Rhosyth asked if he had bruised my neck, and said he'll do worse to him if he did.

Tarra smiled abruptly, a smile born out of the her sudden understanding of the almost-flushing expression on X'veir's face and the sheer hilarity of the whole situation. She shook her head, chuckling.

"Of course of course, don't worry. You only touched her. If you had bruised her...well, she would tell me, and I'll probably do worse than your dragon can, or will."

She chuckled again, taking the sting out of her words, "Does your Rhosyth do this to you very often? He must be fun to be with."