B'hec threw his head back and laughed out loud, eyes alight as Makereth accepted his challenge. "You would, would you?" The young man shimmied out of his ruined shirt, tossing it aside for his fretful dragon to pick up and drag off to the side. "Well, don't say I didn't warn you!"

The bluerider fell backwards into the water, arms spread wide as he tried to create the biggest splash possible. There was only one chance with Uuni's dragon this close to inspect the damage done. The baker knew well he couldn't match Makereth's toss at all, but it was still fun to try and humor the trickster. It was too bad Rayth was so shy, really, because all this rough-housing with the big blue was proving to be a great bit of fun.

I'm sorry, Mine, Rayth moaned miserably, pulling B'hec's shirt away from the pool, just as expected. I did not mean to be such a bad dragon. I will try to be better in the future. It is just so hard, I am so small. Makereth knows you are more fun anyways, and that is why you play, instead of me. I can't help being so...so

"Leave it, Rayth." B'hec was starting to wonder if that was going to become his catch phrase. "It's fine. I like you just fine, okay?" he hollered, splashing at Makereth again.

Rayth curled up in the sand and looked away sulkily. If you say so...