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14-11-01: A ear with which to listen
On a routine trip to the beach, Lydiere runs in to G'wain, who asks some advice of her.

You head down the stairs to the beach.

Away from Llysereth, J'ey steps onto the beach and is soon joined by his winged green, she is not going to miss an excursion to the beach. He pauses and glances over everyone, their voices indistinct and the words he is not sure of but G'wain does not seem happy about something, he gets that impression. He wanders closer to the water side and smiles at people "Not interrupting anything am I?"

Away from Llysereth, Magicara blinks and kinda.. stares after G'wain. Sigh. There goes her bait, shells. But.. She can't leave him like that. So greenrider pushes off the sand to follow, swimming smoothly. Ugh. MEN! Eunith, meanwhile, doesn't seem to care about /what/ the compliments are.. As long as they're compliments. Croon, and Magi flounders at /that/ voice! Lookit! "Jeeeeerrrr!" She calls, G'wain forgotten for a moment as she swims back to shore. "Get in here, the water is /wonderous/!"

Away from Llysereth, Maxanth glides to an easy landing, warbling happily as he spies his weyrmate.

Away from Llysereth, Llysereth glides - gracefuly - over the edge of the plateau, skimming atop the stairs as she comes down to a landing upon the sandy, sending the dark, shiny matter flying about her. "G'day," calls Lydiere, unstrapping, dismounting, her usual beach-faring clothes draped about herself, her lifemate offering a dainty, somewhat diffident, warbled greeting.

Llysereth's lowered forelimb proves a perfect perch, allowing you an easy advent to the ground below--where Llysereth's loving gaze captures yours for a brief moment of solitary adoration.

G'wain phews a little and turns back as Magi screams. Finger in ear momentarily, he shudders and swims towards his lifemate, Ahreluth closing the distance, only a head along the surface of the water. Head turns to look at Eunith for a moment before again back to G'wain. Get away, get away now. And as G'wain sees more dragons, one of them a Blue, he eeps, and dives under the water. Not his fault, honest! He knows that blue! And that gold. All the people he doesn't want to see. Oh dearie.

Tail flicking, Llysereth settles down into the sand, whilst Lydiere ambles, tossing up footfuls of the stuff, towards the water's edge, dipping her toes into it. The tail end of G'wain's dive is caught, with much amusement, as she wades in, glancing around at the other Istans gathered. "Does one want to know what's going on here? Fine day, isn't it?"

Tiaunnin heads down the stairs to the beach.

J'ey eyes Magicara curiously at being so greeted and he smiles "I am sure it is Magicara but I am not really dressed for swimming" He brushes at his riding outfit and then turns as other dragons start showing up and he smiles boardly in greeting "Lydiere! Where have you been hiding yourself away, we do not get to see enough of you." He pauses and shakes his head "Somthings happening at least, seems people have decided to all come to the beach." He waves at J'ran and grins at Tiaunnin, though the grin is a little sheepish.

Atop Maxanth, J'ran just sighs, for some reason, and swings down from Maxanth's back.

J'ran unbuckles from the straps and slides down Maxanth's shoulder to the ground, landing with practiced grace.

Maxanth wuffles his lifemate, then eagerly bounces to Llysereth's side. Hi hi, hello! Changing direction just as quickly, he tears across the sand to bump into Tiregeth, then scramble towards Eunith. Sand, whee!

Magicara glances around, that old phobia making it's ugly head known for a moment, although she doesn't freak. Just kinda quiets and slips back into the water, again floating on her back, looking up. That doesn't stop Eunith, however.. Green sends tendrils of flirt to each male, and even a little bit to the females, too. Why not? Maxanth is met with a croon.

Tiaunnin paces lightly on to the beach and smiles and nods at each rider in turn, "Seems in stepped in on quite the outing." she strides easily up to the surf and plops down on the sand, a bit off to the side. No reason to be trampled by overzealous dragons. "How has everyone been?" she tilts her head and gazes off into the open air.

G'wain swims out to his dragon and pats his head while sharing a quick exchange. G'wain glances over to Eunith, and raises his eyebrows, before he groans. "Not her, too..." He says, rolling his eyes. "Just... Don't do anything. Well... Don't... You know what I mean." Which the dragon doesn't but he's been doing quite well at not talking to Eunith. Much. He turns to look back at the shore, keeping well away from Magicara and J'ran, though the others are treated somewhat warily, as well. Most looks are directed at Jor and Mags, but. And that's probably quite noticable.

Lydiere digs her hands into her pockets, admitting, "There's always plenty to do, alas, J'ey. Wish," her expression is rueful, especially as she glances out over the ocean, "I had more time to get out. How're things? How's M'kan?" Tiaunnin is given a broad smile, her hand raised from her pocket in greeting, as she slashes some water up and down her legs. "Doing fine, thank you, Tiaunnin."

J'ey smiles at Lydiere and nods "Indeed, though it seems everyone's down time just coincided and it is a pleasure to see you Lydiere, I feel I never see you anymore." M'kan's name causes a brief flurry of mixed emotions but ends with a broad grin "Doing quite well thanks Lydiere, doing quite well." He turns and tilts his head at Tiaunnin "ALl the better for seeing you Tia, I am glad to see you finally escaped that infirmary of yours"

J'ran does, in fact, notice G'wain's rather obvious looks. Catching the bronzerider's eye, he winks and smiles. With another glance out into the surf at his floating mate, he makes his way through the sand over to the Healer and Junior. "She's been escaping to the practice grounds, I hear," he interjects when the conversation leaves an opening. "Working on creating some more business or something?" He grins.

Tiaunnin leans back on her elbows, ankles crossed, toes wiggled. She smiles though doesn't look away from her sky gazing, "I've managed to escape every now and again, J'ey, hun." her gaze does falter for a moment to peer over at the approaching J'ran, "Quite so. Though I've yet to see Rayne this evening so I find myself wandering the beach." and back to the sky she peers.

"It has to, at some point," grins Lydiere, nodding her head, J'ey's comments bringing a definitive smile to her face. "You, as well. I feel as if, since weyrlinghood ended," turns before though it was, "everyone's sort of moving apart." Again, her head nods, "I'm glad to hear it." She returns to splashing water about her beach-ware - the old breeches and shirt suitably drenched thanks to her ministrations.

G'wain acks a little as he's looked at but J'ran, and gets wink even! Oh-no! Spotted! Though, how caon one actually hide with a bronze dragon head beside them in the water? Giving a half-hearted wave, G'wain watches some more, along with Ahreluth, who makes numerous gazez to Eunith. He doesn't understand this... flirting thing. Ask G'wain. Which he does. G'wain looks to Lydiere and smiles, remembering. Then to J'ey... The one that helped with his candidate robe. But there's one he doesn't know. Tia. From a distance, he peers over.

J'ey nods at Lydiere "True, after all we all have differnt duties now, rather than being mewed up in the barracks, you just get stuck in different places now Lydiere." He smiles "It is good to see you though" he repeats again and nods at Tiaunnin "Well you don't escape often enough so I get to see you Tia unless you are avoiding me?" He then sends his attention back to Magicara and laughs "Looks like everyone is on dry land now, why don't you come out?"

Magicara does a backflip to duck under the water for a bit, then swims to shore, grabbing onto Eunith's neck and pulling herself up. "Good idea." She tells J'ey, winking. Eun then makes her way to the beach, trilling. << HELLLLOOOO PEOPLE! >> .. Loudly. "Oww! Eun!" << Sorry. >> Croooon. Magi glances back. "G'waiiinnnn..." She calls. "You too!"

Lydiere's nose wrinkles, although she grins cheerfully enough. "Indeed." G'wain's glance towards her is caught - eyebrows raise curiously, for a moment, although she smiles, head tilted towards him; "Fair day, G'wain. How goes the training?" Still, he's distracted, and she shifts her gaze, returning to her self-watering.

J'ran winces. "Euuun..." he complains plaintively, eyeing the green. "Please!" Maxanth, on the other hand, merely dashes back and forth at the edge of the water until Eunith emerges from the waves. Hey hi hello!

Tiaunnin looks over her shoulder at J'ey, "Hun, that is the silliest thing I ever heard. Why on Pern would I aviod you?" she smiles and shaks her head a tad before letting her self fall back on the sand. Good thing she doesn't mind getting a little dirty. Clinging sandy granuals at such. She does manage to peer over at the strangely timid bronze rider in the water. She raises her hand and waves, "Don't hide, rider. Not as dangerous as you think." Honestly, though what would make him afeared before she got here maybe she doesn't want to know.

G'wain moves around to the back of Ahreluth's head and clings on, being pulled towards the shore. He's coming... But relucantly. And Ahreluth's path takes him right by Eunith. << However lovely your voice is according to Trellazoth, it's not lovely when you screech." Ahreluth's form comes up above the water, and it sheets off him as G'wain slides down his neck to stand in the shallower water. Wading out, he looks at himself. He's scantily covered, and with Magi and Eun the way they are... He runs for his jacket. That is, if it is where he left it.

J'ey shrugs at Tiaunnin "I don't know but you could?"" He does not know the way women's minds work and he eyes G'wain and shakes his head and grins "SOmething to be afeared of G'wain, not me, I am not interested" he teases.

"I said bowl, not beach... what is it with you the sand?" is a loud grumble from atop the large brown dragon, from a rider that certainly more annoyed that anything else. Scanning the area, M'kan then absently rubs at the back of his neck before sighing, "Fine, we'll stay...." but then Xaeloth gets on the move and towards Tiregeth, whom he saw next, after gazing around him. "Go for the green..? Will you be careful, too?" The dragon nearly swipes a few folks off their feet.

Magicara doesn't even glance at G'wain. Lucky boy. Anyway, she's got bigger fish to fry.. Namely, J'ran and J'ey. Not that G'wain wouldn't be nice, but.. well.. He /is/ a weyrling. Magi's eyes widen a little as M'kan comes into view. Gosh, darnit, that means she can't have J'ey.. Or can she? Hrm. Eunith croons at the brown, flicking her tail. << HelloHello, Xaeloth! >>

J'ran rubs his temples absently, squinting at the setting sun. He seems somewhat distracted -- too distracted, at least, to notice the predatory glances Magicara is scattering around.

Lydiere raises her right hand towards M'kan, as he and the brown arrive, Llysereth greeting both with a bleat of delight; she's always had a soft spot, for the brown. The goldrider wades out from the water, moving to sit upon the edge, toes still bathed in the wash of waves, as they mount the sandy beach.

Of course Magi /can't/ have J'ey, not when M'kan's here. He'll be throwing knives at her, not literally mind you. After a while, the brownrider but then absently eyes the whole group, certainly uncertain if he should stick around or not. Most likely yes. However, Xaeloth offers a soft cordial warble to Eunith, returning said greeting. Well, he ought to be nice, too, right? It is then he settles besides Tiregeth, his lady love. He certainly isn't going to leave her alone. Nope. "Uhm, hiya..." And finally M'kan can come down from his high perch, which isn't bad, if it weren't so lonely.

M'kan sweeps off the great brown, pausing to affectionately rub the warm hide before sweep onto the massive limb and leaping to the firm solid ground besides the dragon.

Tiaunnin scans the sky again and decides to stop looking up and focus on the people around her. Though it seems watcher and listener is the role she takes up. She watches Eunith and smiles to herself. Does the string of proddy dragons ever end? hehe. She pokes J'ran, "How have you been hun. You look a bit off in the clouds." she smiles and then contents herself with a soft chuckle before folding her arms behind her head. "EVening M'kan, hun." she calls attention directed back to J'ran.

G'wain looks for his jacket, but not seeing it soon enough, he makes for the water again, Ahreluth having since swum off. He wades into the water and plonks himself down with a splash somewhere near Lydiere. "Since they're having masses of fun over with the proddy rider..." He starts, before realising that his mutters might be able to be heard by Lydiere. "Oh, hello..." He says sheepishly. "Didn't see you there." He rolls his eyes a little and again mutters, "Yes Ahreluth... I know you could have told me."

J'ran blinks, startled. "Wha? Oh, sorry," he says, not really sure if he'd missed something directed at him or not. "Just thinking." He absently rubs at one temple again. "Did I zone out on you?"

THe arrival of the brown distracts J'ey from trying to work out what is happening and he turns and smiles as he watches Xaeloth settle down besides Tiregeth who croons happily, now this is the life beach and a brown. She does not need to be flirted with by a green when she has a brown, the others are dismissed for being too young or the wrong colour. J'ey is his own man anyway but he is happy to see M'kan "Hello there, found us did you?" He nods at Xaeloth "Take it, it was his tracking skills?" He pauses as he hears G'wain "Proddy?" He eyes Tiregeth and shakes his head, not him and then he grins "How are you Magic?" he questions "Out for a breath of fresh air, whose with the kids?"

Lydiere picks up G'wain's mutters, a smirk crossing her face as she turns to face him, winking broadly. "So I gather. Hello, yourself, G'wain. Feeling a little left out, mm?" Llysereth bleats a comment of her own, and the weyrwoman laughs, adding, "Shan't be so very long, you know."

Ahreluth splashes into the water and wades out into the shallows.

G'wain wades out into the shallows.

You wade out into the water, the shallow surf lapping around your waist.

From a distance, With Xaeloth nicely settled besides Tiregeth, M'kan can finally subside and then stride over to where J'ey's located, wherever that may be. It is then he grins a little, and muffling a cough, "As if it isn't hard to find anyone within a group this large?" However, he then leans over and remarks, "The other green." Subtle? Not the least bit. However, he certainly isn't about to move any closer to Magicara, this one isn't that dense. Not when J'ran's here.

From a distance, Tiaunnin smiles at J'ran, "Not a big deal dear. How are the kidlets? Not too much trouble are they? Aren't colicky? I hope not." she wiggles her toes again. She is completely entralled with just being at the moment, content to play in the sand if all else fails.

G'wain wades out into the shallows, floating along before ducking under a small wave. "I know... It seems like we've learned so little..." He says, glancing at Llysereth. "Ahreluth's almost as big as Llysereth..." He says. Only three metres off, to be correct. "Been keeping busy?" G'wain's grown also, looking older, more of a man, physically.

Lydiere paddles, keeping her strokes lazy - her movement slow. "But you've learnt a lot, all the same." Mildly, she sinks down to a rest upon the ocean floor, letting the waves run over her in lazy monotony. "He is, too. She's pretty small, of course. Is he still growing, do you think? I heard they were flying, not long back." She glances up, adding, "You're getting pretty grown up looking, yourself."

G'wain blushes. And usually he's not one to blush, but... He's shared intimacies with this person. Well... something like that. "Awww, thanks." He grins a looks over to Ahreluth to try and relieve some of his embarrasment, and comparison between the two is made. "I think that Llysereth is magnifocent..." He shrugs a little. "Not small at all." He thinks a moment. "You know, I'm not that sure whether he is, or he isn't still growing..." He leaves the comment about learning alone, and lets himself sink to the sand under the water as Lydiere does.

"She's pleased," relates Lydiere for her lifemate, who croons softly, her delight well evident. "I think I'll have to deign to agree, of course; Istan queens are naturally smile, but that doesn't make them...less worthwhile." A huff, from the dragon. Of course not. She's amused at his blush, although she restrains it, adding, as she glances towards Ahreluth, "He may be, but probably not too much, I'd guess. He's a lot to wash and oil, already, I'll bet."

G'wain nods his head emphatically, vehemently. "I've got two firelizards, and they're not even helping all that much. That is, if they put the sweetsand on Ahreluth, and not me." He rolls his eyes and shrugs. "Naya helps out, more often than not. It's fun when there are others." Only Naya. Not others. He nods to Llysereth. "As well she should," He says, flirting with the dragon. Safer, that way. "Such a golden hide should be shown off." He grins and looks back to Lydiere. "I havn't seen you around much since the hatching. You know, here and there. I scare you off?" He asks, with a wink.

Lydiere rolls her eyes, splashing lightly at the water with her hands. "No, they're not much help. R'yn used to help me - somewhat. One does get used to it, eventually, or looks forward to when their are candidates that they can force to help out with. Although I didn't get much of that, with your group. Silly Llysereth didn't like the idea. But getting Naya to help sounds like a good idea, indeed. Bonding time, or some such. Friendship." She's quick to add that, her lips twitching as Llysereth croons, delightedly, at G'wain's comments. "She's well thrilled. Me? Oh yes, you frighten me halfway to Rubkat. I'm just busy, betwee one thing and another. And so are you, I'm sure."

G'wain smiles a little, Ahreluth keeping silent. He'll only put his foot in his mouth if he speaks to Llysereth, sho he refrains. "Mmm... yes." He nods his head, at the bonding time, and friendship. Though there is a hint of something in his smile, then it falters. "Friendship, yes." After the other day... "Only halfway?" He asks, that smile plastered to his face, though it's not fake in any way. "Oh, of course. Very busy. I think that another word for Hard, Bad, and Busy is now Weyrling Training." He spots a fish swimming nearby and his eyes follow it before he loses it. But Ahreluth picks up up, head ducking under the water for a better view.

"All the way, then," Lydiere corrects, pretending to hide her face behind her hands. "Petrified, I tell you." She watches his expression, however, upon the 'friendship' word, her eyebrows raising. "You're not...feeling inclined to want to break weyrlinghood rules, are you? Because I won't say a word - but I'd warn you against 'em, all the same." More congenially, she adds, "Hard, bad, busy -- blisters, too. Oh, the memories."

G'wain shudders a little at the 'break weyrling rules' comment and shakes his head. "No, not break the rules... Got into trouble enough already. You didn't hear Ahreluth yesterday?" He asks, frowning. He was sure that the whole Weyr had heard. Though it's up to Lydiere to make her assumptions as to who it was, Naya, or someone else. "He would have woken the whole Weyr, should it have been nightfall." Ahreluth ever so carefully nips the fish out of the water. He'd been waiting for it, and it swam that little but too close. Triumph! There's a little gurgle from his throat as he raises up and shows off the fish. "Very good, Ahreluth." Is the grin, before Ahreluth shows the fish to Lydiere. Mummy! Look what /I/ did!

Lydiere's eyebrows raise curiously, although she admits, "I heard it. Llysereth, however, slept through it, so I remained utterly mystified as to the *cause* of the entire disruption. Dare I ask...?" She's lazy however - this is the epitome of off-duty Lydiere, as if she's ever truly on-duty, and Ahreluth's antics with the fish take her attention away, at least briefly. "He's noisy." Llysereth warbles brightly towards her offspring, although without true maternal instinct - merely emphatic delight. Well done!

Ahreluth didn't hurt the fish in the least, and he places it back in the water. It wouldn't make a meal, so what's the point? Plus, he likes little swimmy things when he's diving. Wouldn't hurt them. Whirling eyes decend under the water again. What /is/ he looking at now? G'wain bites his lip, and decides to tell Lydiere, if only cause she's nice and lazy like this. "Magicara... well... kissed me." He flushes a light shade of red. It's embarrassing, to say the least. "But J'ran explained that it was because Eunith was proddy." He nods his head... and again looks pensive. Was J'ran there when Magi was doing the kissing? Surly he wouldn't have been?

Llysereth outstretches her tail, moving to dip her head under the water; she's fascinated, now, by Ahreluth's antics, and moves to mimic, her pale form slipping under the water like some extra-huge fish, eyes peering through the clear, tropic waves. "Ah," Lydiere, whose single experience with being proddy was, on the whole, rather a disappointment, merely nods. "And that was enough to prove as to why it's best not to let it happen, while still a weyrling?" Her head is nodded rapidly, although her eyebrows furrow; "J'ran was there? Or did he come, later?"

G'wain nods his head just a quickly as Lydiere. "I know. And it wasn't all my fault... She asked to see me after a lesson..." He shrugs a little and eyes dragons. "What /are/ they doing?" He queries, more to himself that Lydiere, then hears the last question. "Er... He wasn't there, but... I had to tell him. I couldn't just not tell him!" He doesn't know whether that was the best thing to do. "He was understanding, though. Told me all about mating flights." And made poor little G'wain cry. Ahreluth now notices a pale gold head in the water, and sends the equivalent of a dragonic grin over her way. << Look... >> He says, indicating a coral formation with eels swimming about it. Slippery and slick, they seem to be chasing one another. Ahreluth likes the water, no doubt about that.

"Personally, I don't think proddy greenriders should be giving lessons at all - but it's not *my* place to make judgement on that, I suppose." Lydiere nods, shifting her position upon the water's bottom, her saturated breeches rolled up about her knees. "Oh. The everything-you-need-to-know-plus-everything-you-didn't version?" Lydiere had that one. She nods. "I can safely promise you, no matter what he said, it isn't half as bad as it sounds." Llysereth blows bubbles towards Ahreluth, following his direction to peer, in sheer, raptuous delight, at the coral formation. << Oooh! >> Ahreluth is his mother's son; she's a water child, delighted of all open spaces.

With a nod of his head, G'wain agrees with this. "First it was Ly'ette, and they all get manhating. We didn't have a chance." We being the male candidates. "Then Magicara..." He shrugs a little. "Males are needed to teach the classes when the females are all... proddy." He nods his head, making his conclusion. Ahreluth comes up for air and leaves his head out of the water this time. <> He shares. He's not often talkative. G'wain is, however. "Err... yes. And a little bit more." Though the little bit more isn't explained, and by the way he continues, it won't be. "I've been told that I should find someone..." He trails off. This is embarrassing. He doesn't continue, just splashes himself with water. Make him a little less red. Sunburn. Just sunburn?

Lydiere's lips twitch, briefly, and she nods. "I had a male Weyrlingmaster, and Assistant Weyrlingmaster. On male dragons. Much relief." She feels his pain - although she's amused by it. "Proddiness happens. You just want to be out of the way, when it does." << I, too. >> agrees Llysereth, sinking deeper, her hide gleaming with the water upon her pale, angelic colouring. "Mm?" she comments, as he trails off. "Someone?" Sunburn. Lydiere smirks.

It really isn't like G'wain to blush. He didn't even squirm when he kissed Lydiere that time. "Err..." From scarlet to crimson goes the weyrling. "Someone to... well..." You know. Don't make him say it. Please. "Before. Make it less of a... shock." He scratches at the side of his face closest to Lydiere, attempting to hide behind nothing much. Ahreluth turns whirling eyes to G'wain briefly before following his clutch-mother. << Do you dive under much? That's the best part, I think. >>

Lydiere bursts into giggles, and, by her expression, promptly regrets it. Wiping her eyes, she offers, "Sorry. I shouldn't have laughed. It isn't really all that funny. You've been told that you need to get someone to sleep with you, before Ahreluth starts chasing, so that you're not a virgin for the first time. Right?" Unconcerned, the goldrider merely nods, agreeing, "I think it's probably very good advice, personally. Sure, it means that the first time isn't necessarily special, but...it makes it all more comfortable." Llysereth huffs indignantly at her rider's tasteless conversation, turning her attention back to Ahreluth. << Oh, yes! >> At least this she can delight in. << It is a whole new world, beneath there. Very exciting. >>

G'wain could pass for a lobster, the shade of red that he turns so bright that he might have been boiled. "Uh... Sort of. He said that I should find someone special before Ahreluth gets the urge to participate in a mating flight, so that I wouldn't feel... hurt... that the first time wasn't special, and wasn't dragon induced." He's go conflicting sets of advice now. Special/Not, Hurting/Confortable... He doesn't know what to think. Ahreluth, on the other hand has his instincts. He doesn't have to worry about anything much at all. <> He practically croons, much unlike him. Probably his rider's embarrassment. <> He asks, smoky tendrils of thought touching mind.

"Oh." Lydiere hesitates. "Well, he's probably got a point, there, too. Maybe if you choose someone special, then it can be special, and you'll have the experience, so it won't hurt, or be a real let down." Lydiere doesn't quite babble, but she's close to it, and thinking fast. "I have to say, flights are still pretty special - it's a different level, even if you're not otherwise attracted to the other person." Llysereth avoids all mention of this conversation - ew, nasty - instead responding to Ahreluth thoughtfully. << You need to grow bigger - >> She pauses, finding the word, << Lungs. >> Very useful.

<< How do I do that? >> is the question, wondering if it's just a training thing. He can do training. G'wain buries his face in his hands. This is all too much humiliating. << Your rider likes to make my rider feel like he wants to crawl under a rock. >> He comments, not really understanding. G'wain buries his face in his hands. Not this conversation again! He looks up, still red as anything. Still sunburn, yup. "I... well..." He needs personal recount. There. "What did you do?" She seems so naturel talking about this. Nothing she could be embarrased about, not at all.

Llysereth huffs the air into her lungs as best she can, and then dives under, spreading forth a wave of water that hurtles at least over Lydiere, probably further. << Like that. Practice. >> If it works, all the better - but it's doubtful. << My rider thinks yours is being slightly silly, but I think she's being very crude. >> Llysereth the prude adds, <> Lydiere's expression turns serious, as she watches G'wain, noting, "C'mon, it isn't that bad. I don't understand the - fuss, about it." Perplexed, she goes silent, finally adding, "Oh, I wasn't a virgin, when I Impressed. I already had my son - it wasn't an issue."

G'wain folds his arms haughtily and frowns. "Then it wasn't an issue for you." He pouts and is being rather silly, to tell the truth. He just doesn't want it to be like... J'ran's face. << I don't know either, but that's what he said. He wants to crawl under a rock and die. I think he's only saying that, though. I don't see what the fuss is about. The green rises, we chase, and one catches. >> Or the Gold, too. No big deal. G'wain unfolds his arms, and sighs. "All this... dragon stuff. You're all old pros, and we've not been told a thing. And Magi's proddy... It's sending half of the dragons mad. Even when Ayath was proddy..." He shrugs.

"Probably because your dragons aren't ready to chase you," comments Lydiere, calmly. "You'll get a big talk about it - Lys'll talk, Magi'll talk, possibly even Lymera, R'yn or I will. Maybe all of us. And we're always willing to answer questions on the subject. But, to be honest, it isn't something to stress about, yet. Your dragons are only beginning to start flying - they're still too young." << I'm not talking to you. >> Awful, icky thing - rising. Nasty. Her very mental touch issues that much information.

The mental shrg from Ahreluth is enough to say that he doesn't care one way or the other. It's just instinct. << Why not? >> He asks, confused. What did he say wrong? Further points in the 'Just don't speak' category. G'wain nods his head. "I know. But it's hard to.. talk to a /girl/ about it." The last is quick, he skims over it. "I'll see if I can find R'yn... but J'ran pretty much told me everything. Ahreluth doesn't /look/ so young to me." Hmm. "Are you... sure?"

"Sure? On what? That he's too young? Well, not entirely, but I'd very much doubt it, i think." Lydiere is not, however, as experienced as all that in the world of dragon maturity. << Awful, hideous, disgusting, crude -- ugh! >> That's as much as Llysereth is willing to say on the subject, hissing. "Oh, R'yn might not be a good choice, come to think of it...Try W'yn, maybe? It's just that R'yn is so self assured, in those areas, and he might do more harm than good."

G'wain pauses. "Self-assured?" He asks, wondering what on Pern that mean. He doesn't even know what the meaning of those words is, let alone what they insinuate. "What do you mean?" Dragon again shrugs mentally and does the lung practicing thing. << And this will help my lungs to grow? >> He questions, changing the subject. "W'yn. Alright." He waits for the response to the his earlier question.

Lydiere hesitates. "Er...with women." Now it's Lydiere's time to struggle with words. "He's always attempting to seduce the women - so he's entirely comfortable, with all areas of sex, and all that. That's all." << Maybe. >> Llysereth doesn't hold grudges; she's back to her usual self, now that the icky subject has been discarded. <>

G'wain looks down again. He's meant to be portraying that sort of image. He's not succeeding, by the looks. "Oh." Is his atriculate response. "Lucky man, I suppose." Downhearted glance is spared for Ahreluth and Llysereth. What now? Ahreluth blows bubbles with force, directed right at Lydiere and G'wain. << Hee! This is fun! >> And probably rather... ticklish.

"I don't know. I think some people don't like it in him." So comments Lydiere, shrugging her shoulders easily. She yelps, as Ahreluth's bubbles reach her, giggling; "Ahreluth! Stop that!" Llysereth, attracted by the idea, joins in - double the bubbles, double the trouble.

G'wain chuckles a little, and using his hands, he floats up a little and away from the stream of bubbles. Ahreluth runs out of breath and raises his head to draw some more in. As Llysereth joins, he draconically grins and blows more bubbles. "Having fun there?" G'wain asks, and rolls his eyes at the response. "Don't like it?" Wonder why. Everyone likes the charming rider... don't they?

Llysereth continues to blow the bubbles -- more and more and more and more! She's delighted. Lydiere watches, amused, although she turns back to G'wain to explain, "Sure, it's nice to have someone flirting with you, but if he flirts with everyone, then it's just like being treated like everyone else is. And he's incorrigable. He flirted with me, when I was a weyrling. I don't know. - I like him, fine, though."

G'wain doesn't mind him either... except when he's yelling at poor little G'wain for kissing the Jr. WeyrWoman, or giving him more cleaning duty for... kissing the Jr. WeyrWoman, of course. "He's /alright/..." He admits reluctantly, floating a little more away. Bubbles bad. Well... More like bubbles make standing up embarrasing. << Maybe I should blow bubbles at the swimmy things next time I go diving. I wonder if they would like it. >>

Should this suggest, perhaps, that G'wain shouldn't kiss the Junior Weyrwoman? "He's better, when he's not yelling at you," offers Lydiere, with a rueful wink. "And probably better still when you're female, which I suppose doesn't give you any options." << It would probably scare them. Oh, don't do it, Ahreluth! Don't scare them." Bubbles are...oh, well, good enough. Lydiere, at least, remains in her position, stretching out her legs. "They tickle, these bubbles."

G'wain pauses and thinks about this. "Could wear a dress," He offers, laughing to himself. "Sure that'd get his attention." OH no you don't. Bad weyrling! Bad! "But you're right. Not much of an option there." Hmm. When he's a rider, he's calling in his raincheck. << Alright. If you say so. >> Suppose it's like a spa, with dragonbubbles. Nice and soothing, if tickly.

Lydiere bursts into laughter - for an old person of twenty-five, she's remarkably youthful, today. Or perhaps she's just like herself, and every other twenty-five turn old: young, even still. "There's an idea," she acknowledges, "that would certainly get people looking at you." << Good. >> Llysereth is relieved - nothing like saving endangered little beasties.

G'wain raises an eyebrow at the laughter, and might even consider it later. Who says that cause he's not a candidate that he can't pull pranks, still? "Ahh, but would it get R'yn looking at me? Got any make-up?" He winks, dragon wondering at his change in mood. Now they're away from /that/ topic. << What's good? >> Memory like a sieve.

"Hmm," says Lydiere, thinking rapidly. "I might. Somewhere. -- you'll have to let me try and dig it out. Probably a turnday or turnover gift from my little sister, at some point. Then, we'll just need to curl your hair, and...Perfect." She laughs. << Um. >>

Un-oh. She's seriously considering it. Make it a bet, and he'll do it. "Err... Alright....?" He half asks, before looking back to Ahreluth. "Are you quite done there?" Is the question before he makes a move to stand. "I'll have to preserve my good looks if I want to wear that dress. Better not get too wrinkly." He grins. "So I think that we should be going. You have a good day, Lydiere." Even if he was supposed to call her Jr. WeyrWoman. << My rider says that we have to go... >>

Lydiere positively beams - something...different, to brighten up her day. "Oh dear me, yes. Wrinkles do not befit a beaaauuuttifful lady." She winks, rising to her feet. "I suppose we should be, too, for that matter. You, too, G'wain." She makes no comment about his lack of title-calling; indeed, she rather looks pleased at it. << Bad. I don't want you to go. Come back again! >> "It was nice, talking to you."

G'wain chuckles a little. "And it was embarassing, talking to you. Oh, definately not..." He shows his hands to Lydiere. "Anyone'd think I was old... Put some powder in my hair, and... Volia." Uh-oh. More ideas. <> He likes that idea, and it's innocent too.

Lydiere laughs, sticking her tongue out. "Always happy to embarrass." She winks, examining his hands with her eyes. "Ooh, indeed. Old fart." << That would be a very fun idea. >> Yes. "All right. C'mon, Llys. We're off." And so they are.