'The World of Pern(tm)' and 'The Dragonriders of Pern(r)' are copyright to Anne McCaffrey (c) l967, 2000. This is a recorded online session, by permission of the author but generated on SouCon MUSH for the benefit of people unable to attend.

It is currently 3:06 a.m. on day 17 of month 10 in Turn 27 of the 10th Pass. The season is currently summer. (Remember we are in the southern hemisphere!)

K'tor heads along the path towards the lake. At this late hour, he's barely dressed against the heat, and has a towel slung over one shoulder.

Auralia's sitting in the corner of the lakeside meadow, face set in the scowl of a young child who isn't getting what she wants. Iesath...well, she's doing much the same, in a draconic sort of way. She doesn't seem to notice you.

K'tor pauses. More at the greenrider's dress than anything. "Evening, Aura..."

Auralia looks up, surprised, her face even more clearly a scowl, as much, that is, as it can be seen so early in the morning. She blinks, shaking her head as if trying to clear her mind, and replying, "Kaaaaat! She's bugging me!" No prize as to who She is.

K'tor's grey eyes flicker to Iesath and then back to Aura. "Uh... who is, Aura?" Hands hold the towel more snugly about his neck. Perhaps it can be used for defense if he turns out to be the cause of that scowl.

"/She/ is." Aura doesn't look anywhere in particular, but Iesath rumbles towards her, and Aura scowls again, uncrossing a pajama-ed leg, and crossing it again.

K'tor rubs his eyes. It's too late, or early, for him to make too terribly much sense of this. "Uh, well, ask her to stop? What's she doing?"

Auralia raises her voice, slightly, looking up at K'tor more closely, "She's waking me up. At this hour of the morning. She's acting like a big baby, and I don't like it!" Of course, so is Aura, for that matter."She won't stop."

K'tor smiles, and charmingly too. "Now, Aura, it's not *such* a terrible time of the morning. I'm usually up at this hour. You could always come with me for a swim. Maybe she just wants some attention." He looks at Iesath, apparently something getting through to his brain that 'she' is the green.

Auralia looks just like a child whos been offered a big jar of candy, "Really? Okay!" Turning to the green, she adds, in a not quite as nice voice, "You can come, just stop the complaining!" She moves to her feet, dropping one of her slippers in the process, picking it up, and moving towards the beach, Iesath trailing behind slightly.

K'tor blinks and then follows along in tow.

You walk toward White Sands Beach.

Iesath seems just a little happier on the beach. Probably because this was what she wanted, anyway. Auralia calmly undresses herself - probably the first time she's taken off these pajama's in the past few days considering the way they smell, and the scraps of food on them, and steps towards the water. "Everyone seems to think /she's/ proddy. But she's not. I know better."

K'tor hangs his towel over the branch of a tree, before kicking off his sandals. His tone is mild, "Of course you do." Still, he can't help watching, even as he strips out of his shorts. "Uh, how do you like your new wing, Aura?"

Auralia is even less modest as usual, for some reason. As she kicks off the last of her clothes, she shrugs, "Its alright. I got yelled at for wearing my pajamas to sweeps. But I didn't /want/ to get dressed! Why should I wear stupid, icky leathers?"

K'tor offers, as he makes his way into the lake, "Because you'd look unbelievably fabulous in them? Didn't you get a new set for graduation? I don't think I've ever seen 'em."

You wade out into warm waters of the lake.

Auralia doesn't sound convinced, "They're icky. My PJ's are nice and cozy and not too warm and smooth and sisaly. I like 'em better." She splashes a bit, ducking her head under the water as the dird literaly washes off.

K'tor mms faintly. "Well, they're nice and all, Aura, but don't you think you might want to wear another pair for a little while?" He grins. "Or better yet, go without."

"Go without?" Now thats an idea that hadn't occured to Aura, "Good idea! Only..." she pauses, "I don't think they'd like that any better." She shrugs, "Never mind." Iesath has, by now, joined them, and proceeds in splashing Aura, who ignores her.

K'tor can't help a grin. "Well, I know a few people who'd like it better. But still, now that you're getting all clean, you might want to put something on that's clean too." He pauses and then asks, "Iesath, need a bit of scrubbing? You've not so much hide that I'll be at it all morning like Albanth."

Iesath looks slightly interested, while Auralia groans, "She'll splash you, too." But she grins, "You're right. About the clothes, I mean. I'll see."

K'tor scoops up some sand and approaches the green. "Splashing's what you do in the water though." He grins at Iesath. "Here, let your rider get clean, and I'll start getting you clean, so that hide of yours will be bright when the sun comes out later on. I'd offer to scrub her," and he jerks his chin at Aura, "But I think she might slap me."

Iesath rumbles amusedly. She definately agrees. Stretching out, she blows bubbles at Aura, as if gloating that she's getting scrubbed, and Aura isn't. Aura ignores it, of course. "Sharding green," she mutters under her breath as she scrubs herself, almost constantly finding herself under a deluge of water.

K'tor stifles a chuckle and goes to work, scrubbing dutifully. "Aw, Aura, c'mon. You know you adore her. And she knows it too. You're really not fooling anybody."

"Adore her?" Auralia tries to bluff, and sighs, admitting, "Course I do. But I just don't get why she's acting this way! She's usualy so calm, as if she knows it all, and she's usualy right! But now...she's not." She leans back to rinse her hair, while Iesath rumbles again with pleasure, sending a deluge over to Aura, which fully rinses her hair, "Thanks, Sath," the greenrider offers, without realizing, then muttering, "Or not."

K'tor grins. "Maybe you're just the one our of sorts. She seems perfectly fine to me." He scrubs carefully, though thoroughly, scouring any traces of dirt from her hide.

Iesath lets out a bugle - as if to indicate that she thinks thats perfectly right. Aura passes on a message without thinking, once again, "She says, its not hard enough. Harder! She's being picky, again." Then she adds, "I'm not! She is!" Being reasonable? Nope.

K'tor chokes back a comment, quite literally. Instead, he bends his energy to scrubbing. After a few moments of hard scouring, he offers, "Well, maybe it's just the heat. It's been hot enough to melt me the past sevenday."

Auralia raises an eyebrow, shrugging, "Not as hot as when they hatched." Iesath rumbles, obviously enjoying this much more than Aura is, but then, her lifemate isn't enjoying anything at the moment. Iesath, of course, only enjoys things when she's being waited on hand and foot. Like now.

K'tor chuckles. "I still maintain that we baked our brains that day. And I'm melting, not baking." He shifts to scrub down one side. "So did your weyr need much fixing up when you two moved in? I think I've finally got mine to be home now, though the inside is still a mess."

Auralia rolls her eyes, wringing out her hair again, although another deluge just gets it wet again. Iesath looks as mischevious as any dragon can, while Aura nods, "It did. But its fine now. Finaly convinced Iesath that the flowers aren't meant for lying on." Another roll of her eyes, and the green obviously adds her own comment, to which Aura just laughs. Sort of. "Messy, of course."

K'tor defends himself lightly, "Hey, I'm not a porcine or anything. It's just... not real homey on the inside. Just a bed, desk, table. My pipes. That's about it. It's...." He pauses, looking for the right word. Then goes back to scrubbing hard, "Functional."

Auralia mutters, for some reason just now thinking of it, "Waters too warm," before shaking her head,

"Yes you are. You're a big bad porcine!" Iesath sends a big wave towards K'tor, rumbling in amusement. Quite a pair, huh?

K'tor is drenched, though that hardly matters anyway, considering he was naked to begin with and already wet. He shakes water from his hair and then warns, "Aura, keep talking like that and I swear I'll turn you over my knee." He moves down to Iesath's flank and starts scrubbing there as well.

Auralia's acting the child, and what does a child do but provoke? "You will not." She's done cleaning herself down, and quite enjoys herself, watching K'tor work while she relaxes. For that matter, so's Iesath.

K'tor flashes a wicked grin at the greenrider. "Watch me."

Auralia just calls out, "Porcine!" as she grins back, ducking under water for a moment, and coming up on the other side of Ieasth. So that he can't find her, of course. Not that'd work.

K'tor comments to the green as he scrubs, "Now, bovine I can understand. particularly one of those big males with the horns. But Porcine??" He scrubs hard. "Surely *you* don't think I'm a porcine, do you, Iesath?" hat's it, enlist the woman's dragon for his cause.

Iesath rumbles, not going either way. She's being Like That. Aura calls, from her other side, "She won't say, Kat! Looks like she's stickin' on the fence." As much as a dragon can, of course. "Bovine, porcine. Why not a mix of the two?"

K'tor grins a bit, a flash of white teeth in the darkness. "Well, that'd look mighty peculiar wouldn't it, Aura?" His tone becomes a trifle suspicious. "Or are you saying I look mighty peculiar anyway?" He pauses in the scrubbing for a moment.

"Of course you do." How, she can't tell you. Since she just made that up, "I guess it would, but she's doing it anyway."

K'tor asks, "Guess it would what?" He goes back to scrubbing, not arguing the point about his looks.

Auralia rolls her eyes, although for many combined reasons you can't see it, "Making images about you being both, you wherry head." Meaning Iesath, in most likelyhood.

K'tor snorts. "Maybe I should put you both over my knee." He stops scrubbing, though he was mostly done anyway. "Just for that, Iesath, you can finish the rest of your bath yourself."

Now you've done it, Kat. You've got both a proddy greenrider /and/ her dragon against you. Bad idea. "I don't think she'd fit. Albanth might be able to do it, but I think she's too fast for him."

K'tor grins. "And what makes you say she's too fast for him? You'd be surprised what he can accomplish when he sets his mind to it. And really, he's not *much* bigger than Muinyth."

Auralia laughs, "Oh, you think so? I think she could outfly him any day. Every day! Muinyth wouldn't be able to catch her, either. She's too good for them." Funny, isn't /she/ the person she was complaining about a minute ago?

K'tor mms, not debating the point, and paddling around Iesath so he can see the green's rider in the moonlight. "That may be. Still, you'd be surprised at Albanth at times. When he makes up his mind, there's usually very little that can stop him.

Auralia's, by now, hopped up unto Iesath's now submerged foreleg, sitting mostly out of the water, "Oh really? We'll see about that." Of course. "So can Iesath."

K'tor mms, treading water. "Iesath can what? Surprise me? Oh that I have little doubt."

Auralia shakes her head, hands placed around her body as she rolls her eyes, "Make up her mind, and get what she wants, like Albanth."

K'tor grins. "And what does Iesath want?"

Auralia blinks, and blinks again, "Dunno. Probably, for you to finish washing her." Thats about as far as the greens thinking at the moment, evidently.

K'tor sighs softly, and then swims back in to finish the last bit of scrubbing. "I'd *rather* be scrubbing something else, even though her hide is rather pretty."

Auralia snorts, "I don't want to know. I really don't." Iesath snorts, and rolls over, causing Aura to fall into the water with a splash, coming up spluttering.

K'tor doesn't laugh. Not him. He values parts of his anatomy. He does ask casually, "Oh? Why don't you wanna know?"

Auralia rolls her eyes again at Iesath, and turns back to K'tor, taking a big breath, "If you're going to be like that, I'll...I'll call you a porcine again."

K'tor laughs. "Like what?" Grey eyes sparkle impishly and he offers, "Tell me how you want me to be, Aura, and I'll be it. Just for you and Iesath."

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"Like a lecherous old man." There, she said it, "Be like something that isn't a bronzerider. Thats what we want."

K'tor grins companionably. "Old? I am most certainly not *old*. As for not being a bronzerider, well, I'm not riding at the moment, so technically..."

Auralia considers this for a moment, and makes a face, "You're getting out of it," she whines, annoyed.

K'tor chuckles. "Aura, that's certainly not my intention. Besides, aren't I more than 'just a bronzerider'? After all, you're more than 'just' a greenrider."

Auralia pauses. Okay, so she can't think of a good answer, "You're still a...big ol' wherry head." So much for acting like an adult.

K'tor laughs, holding up his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, I'm a big wherry head." He not-so-subtly drops the 'old' in there. Apparnetly that's a faintly touchy point for the bronzerider. "There, happy now?"

"No." But is she ever going to be happy? "I'm glad you're admitting it, though. Only, you missed the old." Little kids are fun, aren't they? They pick up *everything*.

K'tor sighs tolerantly. "So, what would make you happy, hm?"

"Nothing." At least the truths coming out now. The green beside her, her hide even more glowy that she has been the last few days due to that nice scrub, rumbles in amusement, as if echoing her thoughts.

K'tor arches his eyebrows. "Nothing? Not even an iced treat?"

Auralia shudders, "Hate ice. You'd have to do better than that."

K'tor blinks. "Not even some of that iced cream that we have at hatchings and things? It'd taste awfully good in this heat..."

"Bah. No ice. Too cold." Aparently, the lakes too hot, the ice is too cold and Iesath is too...proddy.

And K'tor's too bronze, too.

K'tor sighs. "Well, what would you like then?"

Auralia pauses. Of course, she doesn't know, "I'd like Iesath to stop complaining in my head." She smiles prettily at K'tor, "You can do that, can't you? Pulease?"

K'tor shakes his head. "Afraid not. Unless she'd like to complain to Albanth and give you a break." Even as that comes tumbling out of his mouth, the rider seems to realize that might be a terribly bad idea.

Auralia looks a little brighter at that idea, looking up at her lifemate, "Sath?" The green bugles with glee, and Aura groans, "She says she'll do both...But I told her not to. For you." She can be sweet, can't she?

K'tor shrugs a shoulder. "Albanth's a big boy. He can take care of himself."

From afar, K'tor can assume she'll bitch to Albanth all day? Heh, Albanth may even come curl up with her, shade her form the sun, arrange a wallow for her... all sorts of catering things. ;)

Auralia watches Kat for a moment, and then shrugs, "Doesn't mean he can handle it. Just cause he's big." She looks to the sky, and Iesath riases herself in the water again, heading for shore. Aura sighs, "She's ready to go back to bed now. She says now that the suns coming up she doesn't want to be here any more. Good night." So she follows the green back to shore, splashing through the water just like a child.

Long distance to K'tor: Auralia laughs and nods, yup.

Iesath splashes out towards the sandy beach.

Auralia dresses herself, humming. Yep, its back into the PJs. Silly girl.