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"I was the third son. No chance of my inheriting the hold, and I didn't really want to, anyway. I went off to the Hall, which I really did love, but I found a home here." L'mur sat up and propped his back against the frame of N'tren's cot. Saranth shifted as well to prop her chin on her rider's thighs.

"And it's not like I ever really figured I'd get married, either."

"My sister is only a Turn younger than I am. I wouldn't be surprised if my parents are at least thinking about finding a match for her, although I think she'd do well in a Weyr." He smiled at the memory: "People usually thought we were twins, since we look so similar."

L'mur thought about N'tren's last remark. "I'm not sure. I've heard that dragonriders don't, ah, lack lovers," (he flushed), "but some dragons do consistently mate. So I guess the riders would have a significant relationship. I guess it's really a matter of what the dragon wants..." He trailed off, realizing for the first time that his own dragon would some day rise to mate. He bit at the inside of his lip, trying not to remember Liliath's mating flight.

((going to bed! Night!))

Kirana laughed a bit, smirking to herself, "Come on, guys. We've still got at least two and a half years before we have to worry about any of that stuff," She said, scratching Laneth's eye ridge as the little hatching prodded her mind with questions about what in the world was being discussed.

Nothing you have to worry about, little one. Not yet, at least, Kirana thought to Laneth.

N'tren nodded and cradled Datiath's head in his lap. Whispering more to himself than the others, "I wonder what it will be like when you can hold me, not the other way around?"

"Gah! Natroth, you big brute, stop wriggling!" There were a few muffled thuds from outside, signaling that someone was continuing to trip and continue to catch themselves.

I itch Mine! All over!

An exasperated sigh and oldest of the new Weyrlings managed to emerge into the barracks. His skinny arms were wrapped around his deep blue dragonet, who was squirming vigorously. Natroth was apparently trying to use J'riar's torso as a scratching post, therefore causing the brunette to stumble about. "All right, all right, I know you itch! But if you keep it up, you're going to make me fall over!" With a pitiful sort of whine, Natroth subsided.

"Shells, you nearly killed me." The man tossed his head in an attempt to remove his shaggy hair from his eyes, affectionately patting Natroth before setting him down. The dragonet's eyes whirled in concern, wedge-shaped head swiveling about as he tried to relieve himself of the accursed itching. J'riar straightened, spotting the other Weyrlings conversing among themselves.

Itchy...

"Um, excuse me." He stepped over, only pausing to fondly look over their dragons. Hazel eyes flicked back upwards and he offered a lopsided grin. "I feel sort of inexperienced about this whole thing...do any of you know how to make a dragon stop itching?"

L'mur started, jerked from his dozing state as J'riar and the blue entered the barracks. "Here, I've got a jar open," he said, offering it over to the rider. "I'm L'mur, by the way." The youth rubbed at his eyes and stretched, his back cracking loudly.

Saranth grumbled in her sleep and scratched idly at the floor.

Hazel eyes flicked to all three, clearly grateful for their help. "Oy, thanks." He reached out to take the jar, nearly falling on his face as the dragonet rammed into the back of his legs.

Make it stop!

"Yeesh, all right!" The brunette grumbled, kneeling down to slather the blue in oil. An appreciative croon floated from the baby, who stood still as though he had been patient this entire time. Glancing up, the man offered another grin, nodding towards the trio. "Nice to meet all of you. I'm J'riar and this is Natroth. And I can't even imagine having to take care of this monster every day." J'riar grinned when the dragonet protested loudly in his mind, tail lashing from side to side.

"Hush love." A gentle scratch to the baby's eye ridges. "You're worth it." With a groan, the lanky male didn't even bother to make himself comfortable on a cot, but just sat on the floor. The blue happily flopped down too, resting his wedge shaped head in J'riar's lap. "You're gonna be too big to do that one day..."

Natroth suddenly lifted his head, blinking curiuosly at the other dragons while his eyes whirled. After all, he'd spent all day sleeping or being fondled by his rider. Apparently satisfied with his observation, the baby settled back down with a small huff of a sigh.

"So..." The older man stretched, not having anything to say that would break the silence.