Dragon> Iesath senses that Brielth's thoughts are cloudy but his mind's voice is tinged with humor. << My rider fusses about yours. It is highly entertaining. >>

Iesath> Brielth senses that Iesath finds amusement in this--her shadowed mind ebbing with a harvest mood to add depth to her thoughts. << Aura finds yours infuriating--she is frustrated, I think. She takes it so seriously--this rank of hers. >> She disapproves.

Dragon> Iesath senses that Brielth again finds humor in the situation, twining oranges and yellows to your harvest mood. << He is confused. He cannot understand why she didn't choose him like she did last time. He thinks he did something wrong, but he would never admit it. He is like that. >>

Iesath> Brielth senses that Iesath brightens, matching green and silver to orange and yellow, twining, winding, settling. << She insists she is right--she is far too stubborn. >> Wanly, she adds, << He disrupted drills. >> This is disapproving--that's not something that should happen. << I think mine is making a point to yours--perhaps. >>

Dragon> Iesath senses that Brielth deepens the mix with cascades of purples and deep blues. << What sort of point is that? That he is wrong? What did he do to make her so mad at him? It is all too confusing for me. None of this makes sense. But then, most humans don't make sense. >>

Iesath> Brielth senses that Iesath adds a burst of sage--as if a sudden inspiration--highlighted in gold. << That he is not as good as he thinks he is--mine thinks he is too confident. Is he? I think mine is silly, sometimes. >> Or perhaps there is a deeper reason--and she displays the fact that there are hints of something more, a deep, mysterious purple marking thoughtfully. << Mine confuses me, too. They are silly things--they should all just mate, have babies, and all will be well. >> Iesath doesn't share her rider's thoughts on the subject, obviously.

Dragon> Iesath senses that Brielth trails periwinkle toward your mindthoughts, slowly, lazily to match his thinking now. << He can be too confident at times. I tell him that, but then he tells me I gossip too much. Why would she want him last time then pick another over him? She had the best. Why would she settle for less? >> Obviously he's proud of his lifemate, colorations blending to deepest purples. << I think she does not like him. Or maybe it has something to do with Tiarnath. >>

Iesath> Brielth senses that Iesath adds her own blue--a brilliant autmnal sky, making clear her thoughts on the subject. << That is the problem, I believe. That he is the best--or that he is not. This is to teach-->> she falters, then concludes, << Humility, I believe. >> She defends her own lifemate, sure, confident, but thoughtful. << I think she does like him--but she -is- angry, now. >> A pause, then, << Tiarnath? What is Tiarnath to do with this? >>

Dragon> Tiarnath and Iesath sense that Brielth blends all the colors of his and Iesath's conversation with a circle of floating crimson as if tying a package. << He thinks maybe Tiarnath's rider has had something to say to your lifemate about all this. He isn't sure. It is all part of his confusion. Maybe Tia knows if this is true. >>

Dragon> Iesath and Brielth sense that Tiarnath may not be 'blonde' in the direct meaning of the word, but she is gold, and that's a yellow-ish colour, << Eh? >>

Iesath> Tiarnath and Brielth sense that Iesath questions--curious, yet wise in her own, sure way--as brilliant hues mesh into rather dirty mixtures. She doesn't like that. << Oh? Tiarnath--does Brielth speak truth? That your rider has something to say to mine, about her choice of *K'run* over *L'mir?* >>

Dragon> Iesath and Brielth sense that Tiarnath is distant for a moment << Mine asks is L'mir's sausage getting too big for his pants again? >> A pause, << What *does* that mean!?>>

Iesath> Tiarnath and Brielth sense that Iesath is thoughtful, then offers, her muddied mindvoice wise in layers of dullness: << Aura says yes--It must have something to do with his ego, because she said that was too big, too. I thought Aura ate sausage--perhaps one can eat ego? >>

Dragon> Tiarnath and Iesath sense that Brielth's image is one of his rider, alone, tossing in his sleep. << This is not good. His pants are the same size, but his dreams are, well, interesting. Iesath, what is this humility she wants to teach him? Aura eats sausage? I will tell him that. >>

Dragon> Iesath and Brielth sense that Tiarnath isn't interested in sausages, meat's her diet, and that's that. However, dreams.. << What dreams, Brielth? >>

Iesath> Tiarnath and Brielth sense that Iesath's voice darkens slowly: << Mine says I should not have said that--she says it means something else, too. I don't understand. >> Her wise presence is, for once, at a loss. << It is--remembering that other people know things, too. I think. >> She reflects Brielth's projected image, her mind questioning about wavering edges, << Dreams? Why are they interesting? Oh, and Tiarnath? Aura says you have to rise. Now, if possible. >>

Dragon> Tiarnath bespoke Iesath and Brielth with << Rise? Whatever for! I'm quite happy playing in the mud. It's very squishy today. >>

Dragon> Tiarnath and Iesath sense that Brielth has become *much* more interested in this topic as evidenced by the crispness of his mindvoice. << Rise? Now? Oh. Yes. I am here! That will match what my rider has been dreaming about, so yes, now is a good time. >> Oh, so helpful.

Iesath> Tiarnath and Brielth sense that Iesath doesn't know, and responds, << She's funny about it. Something about Feilynth. I don't know. >> Curious strands fall towards Brielth--<< Yours dreams about Tiarnath's rising? Aura says that's funny--that yours has a crush on Tiarnath's Brielth. Why would he crush her? >>

Dragon> Iesath and Brielth sense that Tiarnath is all interested now, the mud forgotten, << He's interested in me? Of course, everyone should be interested in me. >>

Dragon> Tiarnath and Iesath sense that Brielth swirls all the colors of his hide, glistening his thoughts. << Why would he /not/ think of yours, Tia? Wait. He is interested in /you/? Why would he be interested in you, Tia? It would be ME who was interes.. >> Whoops. There go the colors fading, changing to deepest crimsons.

Iesath> Tiarnath and Brielth sense that Iesath is amused. Very amused. << Brielth likes Tiarnath! >> Singsong lilt becomes the green's layered voice, as she adds, secretively, << Don't let Brielth and L'mir fight over you, Tiarnath. >>

Dragon> Iesath and Brielth sense that Tiarnath warbles brightly, her voice like water dancing over rocks << Oh, don't worry Iesath, there's enough of me. I am pretty big you know. >>

Dragon> Tiarnath and Iesath sense that Brielth fades away to return, seeming more confident this time. << My rider has no feelings for Tia. That is clear. Well, he thinks she is quite beautiful, but his dreams are not of dragons. >>

Iesath> Tiarnath and Brielth sense that Iesath's mind brightens with moonlit greens, sure of herself as she responds, << Well, of course. But L'mir is bound to insist on more than his share--his ego, and sausage, are big, remember. >> She's almost disappointed at Brielth's words, << Then what -does- he dream about? >>

Dragon> Tiarnath and Iesath sense that Brielth relays vague images, shapes of human females that are fleeting images, gone quickly. << I can understand dreaming of females. What is wrong with that? What I do not understand is why he has to go to the laundry so often. >>

Dragon> Tiarnath bespoke Iesath and Brielth with << Laundry?! >>

Dragon> Iesath and Brielth sense that Iesath, too, is confused. << Laundry? He likes to wash? That is--a good virtue. >> She doesn't sound sure.

Dragon> Tiarnath and Iesath sense that Brielth's mindvoice is a solemn pitch. << Laundry. Yes. Often. >> Again he fades away then returns. << He says I talk too much. >> In a very distant voice, he does add, << He goes so often, the other humans there get angry at him. So what does he have to do to gain this - humility - Iesath? >>Unfindable players:

Iesath> Tiarnath and Brielth sense that Iesath puzzles, quiet, controlled for a moment, before responding, << Aura says you should talk more--I think she is enjoying what I tell her. >> This can't be a good thing, although Iesath doesn't seem to realise it. << I don't know, Brielth. Something about accepting that he doesn't get everything. She's just trying to help him do it. >> She thinks.

Dragon> Tiarnath and Iesath sense that Brielth considers that, quiet for a long time. << Oh. I will tell him that, though from what I have seen, that is exactly what gives him courage and makes him strong. I will let you know how it works. Goodnight Iesath. Goodnight Tia. >> His images, colors and mindvoice fade into the night.

Dragon> Tiarnath bespoke Iesath and Brielth with << Good night Brielth >>

Iesath> Tiarnath and Brielth sense that Iesath puzzles--but says no more, besides a dart of starlight in polite issue of a good night.