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Before Farin could have much objection to being around so many people at once, Moth beat her wings and hopped off the cramped beach, deciding to follow the bronze into the water offshore. She wasn't much of a diver, and instead landed like a silly kind of water fowl upon the surf, sinking down before popping back up, using the curve of her wings to keep herself floated. She snorted affectionately in the direction of the perplexed woman, and twined her neck around to rest upon her back.
Bobbing her head, the woman shook, rubbing a finger against her temple. But despite this show of private events between rider and dragon, Farin had no objections to others. She was typically in the best of moods when about her element.
Back onshore, Fleckin bleaked sadly at Sisao's tragic happenings. The Woman didn't oftenly shoo him away, but the little Vera on her shoulder had recently taken a dictator-like clasp upon his bonded's right shoulder, and gave Fleckin rather nasty nips when she was cross with him. (Which was almost perpetually.) He did another dive, and squawked a little more, listening to what else Sisao had to gibber about.
As Fleckin babbled in a silly flitt manner, the cross little queen was just beginning to realize that the Woman seemed to be deciding they needed to be drowned again. Vera didn't dare let go of her neck, and continued to watch the water with dubious eyes. And the Bigs in the water. She had seen what the bronze could do with that water. Dangerous things they were. She scolded quietly, and sniffed.
"It is good weather." Farin remarked, glancing upwards.

"It is definatly a plesent day for a swim." Slipping into the water, Kalya felt around the sandy bottom with her toes. Keeping her feet safe from rocks until she got out to where she felt comfortable. It lapped around her waist as she moved her arm lazily through the water. "The last time I went swimming it was an accident. I was on a small skif my foster-cousin owned and we got caught by bad currents." She mused for a moment before adding. "I remember the dol-fins mostly... doll-fins, not ship fish apparantly." She lapsed into silence looking up into the air where Nicker was showing off again.

The little bronze had decided this female was more interesting than his usual company and had proceded to try out his own version of a love song. Not that he ever learnt how to sing well and it came off as an impression of a varaiety of bird calls...

You know, for all the times I've been swimming I only once came across these doll fins. He treaded water easily, then put his head back to try and float but was soon over taken by a crashing wave. He sputtered a bit to the surface, then took a deep breath and dove to the bottom, which was not as far away as he had thought. For a brief moment he found his face in the mudd, but with the moving of the water he soon scrapped his cheek against a much rougher and sharper rock.

Feronamth bugled at the sudden pain of his rider. He raised his wings as if to try and take off, but C'tari soothed him as he turned and pushed off the bottom. It was nothing worth getting upset about.

But C'tari surfaced at just that moment, a small stream of blood ran down his cheek. He was more embarrased than hurt to have injured himself so stupidly. He was a much better swimmer than this. He was too old for making silly mistakes. Perhaps I should go lay on the beach with my gear. He shook his head and wiped the stinging tear on his face. Just another thing for the Weyrleader to get after him for.

Sisao, ignoring the queen and diving back to her playmates, had been quite enjoying the bronze's song, and had indeed added her own little voice when C'tari went face long into the bottom of the ocean. With a shrill squeak she darted back over to the spot she had last seen him. When he surfaced she chided him like a weyrlingmaster who has just seen the cracked straps on a yearlings gear.

Kalya was startled with the sudden bugle and suddenly lost her footing which caused her to be dunked into the water. She came up spluttering and shaking the water out of her ears, her hair now clinging to her back. Her feet grasping the rocks on the bottom once more, she stood back up and smiled appoligetically to the other two. "I'm sorry, I never learnt how to swim..." Noticing the gash on his cheek she added, "I have a salve that will heal that right up if you wish." As if to cover what she had previously uttered she turned and started to clamber out of the water. "I keep it around if I happen to get caught near any needlethorn."

Farin inaudibly chuckled, evident only by the slight shift of her shoulders. It was best to leave the thought of salve out of her mind, so she waded out a bit farther into the surf, looking down at her dark toes in the partially transparent water. There were small fishes, or perhaps tiny insects, floating about. They didn't seem to have much nektonic inclinations about them, as the surf battered them and twisted them into all sorts of funny little fish (or insects, as it may) tornados.
Vera shifted, realizing at long last her drama had been completely and utterly ignored by her Woman. Dejectedly she rose her head and made a piteous cry, and Farin absently lifted a finger for the small gold-white creature to fondle. It soothed her somewhat, but she kept her red tinted eyes straight upon the rocking water, which was now up to Farin's chest.
For a moment Farin narrowed her eyes at the horizon, thinking privately to herself. Moth shifted a bit out, poking her nose up from the water, and snorting in a burst of wet mist. She snapped her jaws once, and rumbled, before sinking her large blocky head back into the blue undulation.
Another squeak fathomed itself, and Farin tilted her neck to the side to allow Fleckin to land on her left shoulder. Vera idly flicked her eyes towards the pragmatic bronze, but did not put up more of a fit then that. Both seemed rather drained, although there was still an obnoxious glint in the little creature's eyes.
The woman turned, and walked back towards the shore, where C'tari was managing his wound, and Kalya was no doubt looking for the before mentioned salve. Perhaps it would be better to see what was about, then to distract herself with too much thinking, which she was often prone to do.
You are the only person I know to worry about nothing. Moth rumbled.
'Well Love, I am the only person you know.'
Although the green's head was under water, her tail lightly slapped at the surface in recourse. Privately, Farin smiled and shook her head.

He fought the urge to rub at the bandage. He had a really bad habit of scratching things when he shouldn't. To get rid of the feeling he shook his head like a wet wherry, spraying salt water everywhere. He smiled appologetically at Kayla, but it wasn't as if she wasn't already wet. We should head back namth my love.

The water feels good, and the fish tickle my feet. He blew bubbles and then rolled several times dipping below the surface.

I'm sure it does, but the gear is probably almost dry and we don't want it to crack before we have a chance to oil it up. Not to mention some oil for you before you crack too.

Feronamth surfaced rumbling in his throat at the pleasureful idea of being oiled down and nodded a mental goodbye to Moth before stretching his wings and beginning the dragging take-off from the water.

Sisao suddenly noted that her two bronzes seemed busy elsewhere and began trilling to herself softly as she rose on the wind. But seeing the big bronze taking off she realized her play on the beach was going to be cut short so she took that moment to see if she couldn't catch a fish or two before heading back. She flew very close to the top of the water, moving up and down with the waves, looking into the clear water before finally seeing a fish close enough to the surface. With one swift dive, she missed royally and barely made it out of the way of the following wave. The water was too clear, and the fish were deeper than she thought.

Farin nodded the brow of her head towards the other rider's dispersal. It would probably be time for dinner shortly, she absently reminded herself, although she still had no inclinations of returning home quite yet. There was still time to try and attempt some fishing, regardless. It was her hope to eventually get her flitts, at least Fleckin, to score some fish for her. It was an unlikely prospect, but it was a lovely thought.
Up on the surf, Moth rumbled a goodbye to the departing dragon, and with a yawn, settled herself back beneath the water. A good portion of her barreled body sunk down beneath the waves now, leaving only the very tip of her large snout poking through the surface.
All the flitts suddenly bursting from the treetops caught Fleckin's attention. He snorted and wiggled the end of his tail, calculating some silly flitt thing. Vera cared not to look.