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The bronze dragon decided to see what was so interested to the two humans and very slowly and carefully craned his neck around to look at both the healer and C'tari. It is twice scarred there.

Huh. C'tari snorted, His tail is too long for his own good. We've been hit in the same spot twice. He scratched his head, getting a full dollop of oil on himself from holding the dripping broom in the same hand.

It feels better now. and with that he resettled himself.

C'tari looked up to the harper, only hearing her question at the very end. Well, with young dragons we had to oil them nearly daily to keep them from getting too deep of cracks in their skin, which would be almost worse than thread scar when it comes to going between. But once their as big as Feronamth, well... I only oil him for special occasions. Very rarely at best, which is why he sits so patiently for us now. With my own little lizard, I hardly oiled her at all. The wild ones take care of themselves, and certainly she did as well. Though it certainly doesn't hurt to oil them regularly until their fully grown. He smiled, trying to remove some of the oil from his head and lather it on his dragon with his bare hands. He turned back to the healer We were seen by the weyr healer directly after both flights, but his injuries were considered minor. We've always finished a flight. He was beaming now, perhaps a bit prideful in his manurism. It was his duty to Pern after all. His memory of the injury faded as soon as Feronamth had told him it was fine.

((dun wait for me, Im going through some stuff irl and cant fine alot of time to rp, i'll reply when i get a chance though. so sorry! ))

The morning was bright and the sun was warm as it heated up the ground just outside of the Weyr. A lanky figure was strolling down the dusty road, looking half-asleep instead of an alert dragonrider like one would excpect. His excuse? He was a Weyrling and not yet a true dragonrider, so he wasn't supposed to be on guard like the others yet. Next to him waddled a dark blue dragonet, his hide gleaming in the sunlight from the coat of oil that had been lovingly put all over his body. The man's arm was stretched out to settle on top of Natroth's head, like an arm-rest or something. The dragonet didn't seem to mind; on the contrary, a warbling croon rumbled deep inside his slightly broad chest. He was obviously enjoying just being with his rider and playfully butted the man's thigh with his wedge-shaped head. Lips twitched upward in a fond smile before J'riar scratched Natroth's eyeridges.

The twenty-one-year-old had grown tired of just spending his time in the Weyr, and had wanted to come out and stretch his legs. So of course he brought Natroth with him. He had been pleased that the blue wasn't at all afraid of these new surroundings, but proceeded to check them out with interested curiosity. Almost like J'riar's lazy way of accepting almost anything that came his way. Natroth pranced ahead without warning and accidently tripped over himself, plowing face-first into the ground. A hearty chuckle came from his brunette rider, and the male stooped to help the dragonet to his feet. "You're fine, you big lug. See? No damage done." Natroth let out a huff of a sigh, shaking his head to remove the dirt. The ground moved too fast mine...it wasn't my fault..

An amused smirk twitched J'riar's lips upward, and he hid his laughter with a grin. "Oh, right, right...scorch that ground, eh?" Natroth obviously didn't get he was being made fun of, and chirped in agreement. And so, the strange little pair continued on, with no more falls.

Natroth's head had suddenly shot up at the sound of great wings cutting through the air, his eyes whirled in curiosity. J'riar paused as well, but his features were not curious. No, they were mingled with an 'Oh Shards' expression, and awe. Natroth sent a tendril of wistful longing into his mind as the green landed with grace, those large wings sweeping backwards elegantly. Neither of them had really seen a dragon land this close before--well, besides J'riar. He still felt filled with incredulous wonder at the sight. Hazel eyes blinked once in confusion, and the brunette tipped his head to the side as the man yelled his dragon's name.

Natroth was unused to such attention from an older dragon, straightening himself up as regally as he could and dipping his wedge-shaped head to one side. The little blue did love attention after all; getting it from one of his 'elders' made him feel quite important. He was still too shy to say anything however, and spoke to J'riar instead. Will we get in trouble, ridermine? The brunette shrugged, though patted Natroth's shoulder in reassurance. "You won't, don't worry." He spoke quietly, curious as to what the rider would be yelling at his dragon for. Speaking of which...when the male pulled off his helmet, J'riar casually looked him up and down, noting his red hair and the dark set of his eyes. Interesting.

"Mm, taking a stroll." J'riar's husky tone was smooth, hinting at mischief yet not openly coming out and saying it. If bad came to worse, he could play the idiot Weyrling who 'didn't know' he was supposed to stay in the Weyr. Natroth added an encouraging note, though it was subdued compared to his normal sounds. He was shy it seemed, but willing to back up his friend. The man noted that the other couldn't be much older than himself; he seemed almost embarassed to be confronting them...could he use this as an advantage?

Natroth blinked at the title he had received, looking worriedly for J'riar's opinion. ...Are you sure I will get big one day mine...? The brunette sent back reassuring agreement, almost amused by the little blue's distress. He didn't know what the green had said to him, but it was something about his size. Hazel eyes watched the large female nudge at his dragonet, biting back a smirk when Natroth nearly fell over and pawed at the other's nose. Greetings, Green One. The little dragon said hesitantly, never speaking to an elder dragon before and not quite knowing what to say. The blue didn't like people disliking him, though really had no idea how he was supposed to talk to an elder dragon. Unless she wanted to play with him...?

J'riar glanced over at the sound of the other's voice, blinking in surprise as his dragon seemed to be doing her best to make life difficult for him. If you ever do that to me Natroth, I'm gonna...do mean things to you. He couldn't really think of a good threat, especially not one that would intimidate a dragon. And he wasn't really serious either--for the most part. Then, to his amazement, the male crawled under his dragon's wing, covered in what was hopefully dirt. Were all dragons like that when they were older? Or was J'riar just missing something?

"...How irritating..." The brunette muttered, running one gloved hand through his cropped hair. Why couldn't they go outside the Weyr? Glancing at Natroth, J'riar protectively stroked the side of the blue's head, earning a little croon from the dragonet, though he was still in awe of Isanth. "Well..." He didn't want to get in trouble for not knowing that he wasn't supposed to be out of the Weyr...yeah, they had hinted at it, but they hadn't come out and said anything. "Well, I didn't think it was that big of a deal...I was just gonna show him some of the outside things but...we'll go back then." He tilted his head to the side, eying Isanth's face as she peered at them both, noting how she seemed to be interested in Natroth. That was something to take note of...

"Before we go however, can I ask your names?"

[New RP] ((This takes place during the 2nd weyrling lesson))

Although the sky was overcast and threatening to storm, Jessmet sat outside. She had spent far too long knocking aimlessly about the Weyr, and was hideously bored. Her brother was always busy with lessons and other duties, and she didn't really know any of the other girls around. They were mostly candidates, which she wasn't, or weyr-brats, which she definitely wasn't.

Therefore, the slender girl had wandered outside, bronze Az clinging to her hair. With any luck she'd run into someone to talk to, and at the least she'd get some exercise.

Off in the distance, Jess spotted a running figure. Perhaps someone with a message for the Weyrwoman or -Leader. She cupped her hand over her eyes and waved at the approaching person. Az chirped at the spot of blue on the runner's shoulder.

"Hello there!" she called, as the runner came within earshot. "Can I help you?" Jessmet attempted to smoothe her windblown hair and gave Az a scritch behind his wings. She jumped off the low rock wall she'd been perched on. Finally. Someone who just might not be too busy to talk to her!

"Lady Jessmet? That's me!" she chirped, surprised. Who would send her a message-- oh! "I bet it's from my mother," Jess explained.

"Pretty little blue you've got there. This pest here is called Az." She grinned. Az queeped in protest.