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Hyweth loved spinners; despite what she had often told her mate, brown Hatteth. He was so easily made upset! If only he understood the natural beauty of such things. They spun so beautifully. If Hatteth could only see that... Surely he wouldn't hate them as much as he claimed he did? Hatteth, come bring yours. I will show you something! Come quickly. It shines in the sun. You will miss it! If Hatteth only saw the mess spinners... Well, perhaps... A marvelous idea! Truly. Hyweth was clever!

Instead of calling Hatteth to see the spinners--she would take the spinners to Hatteth! Truly ingenius. Hyweth did not think of why she had not thought of this wonderful, marvelous plan before. She had it now. I will bring it to you, Hatteth. You do not need to come. I will have Mine come see yours, as well. Perhaps now, yours will choose. She rose from her spot in the the sand; and took a long moment... Several, rather, fussing at her hide. She would need a bath soon. One could only lay in the sun so long before needing to soak! She was filthy. She nosed at her side, craning her neck to view it properly. Ah! That was the irritation. Tiny grains of sand were clinging to her her otherwise gleaming hide.

Hyweth did not like being dirty. She stretched once more, flaring out her wings as she did so in hopes that doing so would remove the remaining sand. Mine, I am going to Hatteth. After, you must bathe me.

J'len had been working on making a guitar for J'nes. Carefully she had sanded the wood to--close enough to perfection for her, anyway. She had purchased the strings she had used a while ago. She hoped it would be a good enough exchange! J'nes had sewn her a wonderful plush of Hyweth; correct in every detail. Naturally, the crimson had disagreed. I'll stop by in less than a candlemark, she promised Hyweth with a smile. I'm almost done!

Hyweth carefully collected the spinner from its web with her tail. She hoped it would not move as she walked to Hatteth's weyr. She was lucky. The tiny creature was so frightened at having been picked up by such a large being that it remained still, and simply clung onto her as she moved. Hatteth! I have brought it! the crimson announced excitedly, craning her neck to make sure that she did, indeed, still have the spinner. She slowly moved her tail towards the brown. See! It made the most beautiful thing in my weyr! I brought it.

J'len had finished the guitar. At least, she believed so. Having always been more talented with her voice than her hands, she wasn't quite sure she the guitar would have gone for more than a few marks if the Harper Hall had sought to sell it. Still, it was for J'nes--and she'd put many hours into the making of it. Hopefully he would like it! She wanted to return the gesture of gift giving, at least.

She made her way to J'nes' weyr, and knocked on the door. She carefully carried the guitar under her arm. Maybe she would teach J'nes to play it. He'd like that, wouldn't he?

It is a spinner! Hyweth informed Hatteth, vaguely surprised that the brown had missed it. How could he not see it? I did not drop it. See? It is here! I brought it for you to see. Why hadn't Hatteth reacted in the way she had hoped? Couldn't he see the wonder that the tiny creature was? Couldn't he see the usefulness of a spinner?

J'nes' antics would have amused children easily. Fortunately for him, they amused J'len just as easily. She put a hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh. "Hello to you, too! I brought you something, J'nes," she told him with a smile, holding out the guitar with one hand. "I was working on this earlier. I only just finished it. It might need tuning," She used her free hand to rub the back of her neck. She'd never been an expert when it came to crafting instruments. "I thought maybe we could play together, sometime," she added by way of explanation. "I could teach you, if you'd like."

Hyweth had in fact, forgotten that Hatteth hated spinners so very much. She had known, to a vague point, that her mate disliked them. No, spinners do not. Dust causes cobwebs. Spinners are very clean creatures. You should see their webs in the sun! They shine brightly! Have you seen this, Hatteth? I do not think you would not like them if you had. She hesitated, before allowing the poor spinner to climb off of her tail and onto the sands. They are not nuisances. They are very useful.

"Don't worry about that," J'len assured him with a grin. "I never was very good at it, myself, so I'll be a terrible teacher to match my terrible student." She paused and watched with amusement. She didn't think he was being serious. "If it was a drum, you would be," she told him with a smile. "Here, I'll show you. You won't be able to go home playing any songs, but... I can teach you some finger placements.

Hyweth didn't seem to appreciate Hatteth's tone. Spinners only cause cobwebs when dust comes, she informed the brown haughtily. If you kept your weyr clean, there would be no dust. No cobwebs. Spinners are useful. They do not allow insects into my weyr. I like this. They make new webs just as we must bathe. It does not hurt anyone, what spinners do. Why do you dislike them so?

"A guitar," J'len grinned. She could see how he had been talented with his younger siblings. She entered the brownrider's weyr, still grinning as she looked over her shoulder at him. "Well then," she said. "Most basic thing to know is..." Another grin. "The instrument you're holding is called a guitar. It has strings, see?" she gestured to them. "They can make a nice sound--" she demonstrated by playing a G chord. "Or an unpleasant sound." She twanged one of the strings with a fingernail.