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L'thor nodded and relaxed while the tailor hunted; he knew all too well how long it could take to find something a flit had decided to hide. Mostly River preferred to steal other people's things and hide them about the place, but he had been known to move L'thor's things around as well. Flits might not be all that bright, but L'thor remained convinced that River got a kick out of hiding just one of his boots on the one day he was already running late for something.

"He can be agile enough when it pleases him," L'thor chuckled as Dusk preened a wing before curling up and closing his eyes. "Mostly though he prefers to be carried around, or to be asleep. Still, I suppose he makes up for River. I've had the pair of them eleven turns now, and River is a hyperactive and mischievous as ever." Not that he'd change the little blue even if he could; he secretly enjoyed it when River 'borrowed' things from people, and he was remarkably easy to influence on that score too. People who annoyed L'thor but upon whom he could not exact revenge of one degree or another often found themselves hunting around for a something they could have sworn they had only a moment ago.

"Sly beast," Raith accused with a chuckle.

"Well, would you rather I persuaded River to steal some stuck-up bronze's favorite broach, or would you rather I publicly humiliated him in a thoroughly one-sided battle of wits?" he asked of his dragon with a mental smirk.

"Oh, the former," she replied easily. "Anything to keep you out of trouble and it is quite funny when you get Dusk to put it back in his weyr just as he's gathered a crowd of people to complain that somebody must have stolen it from him."

"Quite! He did get so embarrassed when Kain pointed it out to him sitting right in plain sight. Priceless; him humiliated and me out of trouble, so don't you go complaining about my slyness!"

Raith snorted at him but offered no more response than that, and L'thor chuckled to himself as he looked over at River. The excitable flit picked up on the positive emotions being directed at him and crooned happily, his eyes whirling blue with contentment. Clearly he was a very good and very handsome flit, yes he was, and he was going to be given something tasty to eat later on; joy!

River picked up the needle and inspected it carefully. Giving a happy cheep, he vanished between with it causing L'thor to sigh deeply as he held his arms out. "I'll try to get that back to you," he said with a shake of his head. "Likely as not I've find it in a few sevendays by stabbing myself with it." A moment later, River popped back into the room holding a bone die he must have dug out of his hoard. Giving a happy croon he set it down where the needle had been.

"Looks like they're swapping toys," L'thor added, raising an eyebrow. "I have no idea where he got that from." ...Had S'norn been complaining about being down one from his set?... Ah. Oh well, he detested the man in any case; so long as it was never found and Kita didn't get blamed for stealing it he would be really quite happy if the blasted blue rider never saw his precious die ever again.

"I don't know exactly how long they live," he went on with a nod to the trio of flits, "but I gather they can live for quite some time, probably at least as long as we do." He liked that idea; he knew he'd be heartbroken if either of the little blue idiots died on him. They might be a pain sometimes and always very demanding but that didn't change the fact that he loved them both to bits.

L'thor gave a snort and rolled his eyes. "Mmm, I can imagine; people do seem to love to blame others for their own stupidity. Always check a new garment over before you put it on; the chances of there being a forgotten pin, or apparently a small stash of needles, somewhere in it is surprisingly high." But then again, most people were surprisingly stupid. Ah well, gave him something to laugh at even if it did also get blameless folk like Kita shouted at by belligerent fools.

"Seems as though they have," L'thor agreed with a nod as he watched Thell fly off with the die. "Good job too; they don't have all that many friends among their own kind. Perhaps they'll all wear one another out a little and therefore have slightly less energy to cause trouble."

"Does that mean I need to get more friends for you?" Raith asked with a rumble. "I'd love it if you wore yourself out and caused less trouble that I have to try to get you out of."

L'thor chuckled. "Me? Worn out? That'll never happen and you know it; I am an inexhaustible bundle of trouble, ego and wit." Shaking his head, L'thor turned back to Kita. "My dragon wants me to make more friends and tire myself out so that I cause less trouble for her," he informed the tailor with a grin.

L'thor gave a short laugh and nodded. "Yes, it certainly is exciting. None of the other colours can match us lot in the air. Greens are definitely the best, although," he snorted, "I'd probably say that of blues or browns if I'd Impressed one of them. It's also very exciting to have a large majority of the people on the bigger dragons, especially damn bronnzes, thinking they're better than us." L'thor scowled slightly and shook his head. "Rarity doesn't always equal something that is better than something more common. I know more people who have two legs than people who only have one, but nobody insists that having one is superior. Great cumbersome things in flight bronzes are, and they must be a sharding pain to mount and keep clean."

"You're ranting," Raith informed him in amused tones, "much as your rants amuse me, you might be scaring the poor tailor."

Taking the advice on board with an internal sigh, L'thor gave Kita a smile. "I'm sure you don't need to hear all of my opinions on belligerent bronzes though. As to the flits," he glanced over at the trio, "well, I think that once they've impressed you, they consider you the leader of their fair or something? You might not be able to flit around with them but they still think you're one of them so far as I can tell. You're right though, about their energy; the moment River gets some meat inside him and isn't quite full to bursting anymore he's off again. Persuading him to go to sleep when I want to is often something of a challenge."

Privately L'thor suspected that it was times when he'd gone to sleep but River was still up that the blue did most of his thieving. Either he was very sly and knew he was less likely to get caught at night, or he was just bored without someone to bother and went off hunting for shinies to add to his collection.

L'thor chuckled and nodded at that. "Mmm, Dusk's like that; if he isn't asleep in my weyr or with me, he's begging around the kitchens. It's a wonder he isn't any fatter than he is." The kitchen staff seemed to have given up being annoyed by the blue flit's presence by and large. After all, he didn't make trouble and he ate anything meat-based, including the bits that would just have been thrown away otherwise. "Perhaps he secretly exercises at night," L'thor speculated with a shake of his head as the dozing flit twitched a wing before settling again.

"It's true about us riders though," he went on with a grin. "We're like those obnoxious parents who won't stop going on about how amazing their child is no matter how bored you look or how many times you politely stifle a yawn. Still, it doesn't seem to be something anyone can help when the topic's brought up unless they're reallygrouchy and stoic. If you ever need to get on the good side of a rider, just tell them how amazing their dragon is, or if you've never seen their dragon give them a chance to tell you how amazing their dragon is."

"Are you going to tell him how amazing I am?" Raith asked with a rumble of amusement. "I do like it when you talk about how wonderful I am."

"If he asks I might mention it briefly," L'thor replied, "but I shan't go on at him. I'll tell you how wonderful you are later on though if you like."

The green crooned happily at that. "Oh yes do, and while you're at it you and give my eye-ridges and nice rub."

L'thor smiled faintly to himself. "Of course; whatever you want. You know I love to spoil you." Raith certainly was the best dragon in the Weyr, no, in all of Pern.

L'thor grinned to himself; he did love an excuse to go on about how pretty Raith was. "Her name's Raith, I probably should have mentioned that before," he began, easily warming to the topic. "Mostly she's the colour of young leaves, but she's speckled with several darker shades that look more or less the colour of coniferous leaves. The speckles are heavy along her spine and get sparser down her flanks. She doesn't have any on her wings or her underside... Of course," he grinned at the young tailor, "words don't do her justice in the least. Her skin always looks in good health, because I oil her all over at least once a sevenday. I end up needing to pay for extra oil because I far exceed my quota." It was worth it though; the primping relaxed both of them, and they both loved Raith to look her best at all times. What a vain pair they were.

"I wouldn't put it past him to be in on the thievery," L'thor said thoughtfully after a moment. "He can be very sneaky when he wants to be; I never notice him creeping up to my plate until he's had half the meat off it and vanished again."

L'thor chuckled and nodded. "She is a lovely dragon, and yes, I do seem to be quite popular for all the oil I buy. I must do two or three times more favours for people at the Hold to earn myself marks to keep up with Raith's taste for being pampered. And my taste for indulging myself as well come to that." The myriad of ways in which he and his dragon matched, contrasted and reflected on another never ceased to amuse him, and to make him smile.

"Exactly as it should," Raith replied calmly.

"Dusk will do whatever he must to get hold of all the food he thinks he needs," L'thor went on. "River much prefers the blatant swoop and grab approach though. Not always my food he steals either," he said with a mischievous grin. "I don't see what people get so upset about when he pinches some of their dinner though; not like they can't ask for seconds or anything." He did love urging the little blue into targeting people he didn't like. Well, that or his closest friends. The perplexed frown on V'kain's face as a piece of meat he was about to spear vanished from under his nose never ceased to be amusing.

L'thor pursed his lips thoughtfully before nodding; he supposed he could try haggling but he liked Kita and he had the marks so he saw no reason to go to the trouble today. "Yes, that sounds fair. Payment on collection is it, or half an half?" He never paid for anything unseen completely up front, much to the disgust of many traders he'd bought from at this gather or that gather. Usually they accepted his terms though; much though he might be a rider now most could still tell that he had once been one of them and that he wasn't to be taken in.

"Ah, but as for the food stealing, what can I say? I like a bit of cheap entertainment," he grinned. "Watching people try to catch him or swat him out of the air is really most diverting. It's quite funny when they come over to shout at me as well. They only end up making themselves look like fools." He did love to make his enemies look like fools. Far more satisfying to humiliate than to physically injure. For one he didn't get in trouble for it, which was a bonus, and for another it lasted much longer than a bruise would. People had very long memories for the embarrassment of others, he found. And then of course there was the fact that he was absolutely useless in a physical fight. Not that he ever mentioned that of course.