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Stuck as he was behind two girls, Gauden glanced forward at Melina and Kytara to see who would move first. It was going to be awkward, all of them trying to get down there at once. He figured it wouldn't hurt Dynith any, but he was fairly sure that someone would fall off the dragon. He turned his head as Ruven came up, sizing up the other boy. Yup. Someone was going to fall off.

The boy clambered up as well, and then it was five people on Dynith's back and suddenly the Green seemed much smaller than she had originally.

"If you slide down there," he suggested to Melina, "It'll give us more room to all make it down her back."

Ruven's sudden attention distracted him, and though he said nothing and kept a smile from his face, he found his attention on her amusing. From what he'd gathered of Melina's personality in their previous conversation, Ruven was going to be in for a rude awakening if he was interested in her as anything other than a fellow Candidate. That was just his opinion though, not a fact. He couldn't be sure she wouldn't be flattered; they had only met the once. Since Ruven seemed to want Melina's opinion more than his or Kytara's, Gauden left the issue alone.

Knowing they couldn't spend their time waiting on everyone to answer each other, Gauden twisted to look at Optheli. "Dragonhide is thick. Boots won't hurt her if we have to walk down?"

The sheer size of the wing only further emphasize how big Scarath was. It didn't scare her, but Cetalese found herself appraising the extended appendage and equating it to the Bronze's ability to fly longer than their smaller brothers and sisters. He was very impressive, both in size and with his bold, dark markings. Even as she was thinking this, her mind was still working on the task at hand. They were going to have to oil his wings as well.

He must be quite a sight with his wings extended and standing tall instead of hunkering down for us to reach him.

Cetalese followed her friend's example, reaching out with one oily hand to run her fingertips over the wing membrane, and then her full hand when she was more sure of herself. It was soft, like the hide on his side, but she could clearly see and feel that it was thinner, as S'kor had said. She pulled her hand back to brush some hair out of her face with the back of her wrist, leaving a smear of oil on her forehead. Ceta rubbed at it with her forearm for a few moments, until it was only a slightly shiny spot on her forehead. She returned to her caress of the wing membrane, keeping S'kor's warning in mind. She would have to be very careful to keep an eye on both her dragon's needs and her firelizard's. Dragons, at least, could tell their riders when they had a dry patch. She very much doubted their much smaller cousins could.

Her distraction with her hair and the oil on her face caused her to notice her surroundings, namely the way Greenrider Optheli had had her Candidates climb up onto Dynith's back. Cetalese wasn't short, but Scarath was large and she doubted S'kor would give them a hand up if he expected them to show they knew what they were about. Since she had missed how Optheli had climbed up, she was going to have to figure it out for herself unless S'kor explained. That didn't bother her, though. She'd manage.

"Bronzerider S'kor," for all that he didn't look much older than her, it was simply right for Cetalese to respect his rank, "Should some of us climb up to start oiling his back while the rest take care of his side and legs?" It might make it harder for her to hear S'kor, but she doubted it. He spoke loudly enough for them all to hear him even if they stood on the other side of Scarath.