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Remia smiled at Caleten. "Yes, I am a Weaver! Or, rather, I'm an apprentice Weaver. I just have to finish my senior project and then I will be considered for Journeyman!" She cut herself off as it began to sound like she was bragging, and the girl didn't seem to appreciate anyone's pride other than her own.

"There is a hall, to the west some distance... That's where I was raised. Were you planning on visiting it?" she asked Caleten.

Oki happily dined on the chunks of meatroll and sighed when the last piece was given. Wasn't there anymore? But no, the boy didn't seem to be reaching for another one... his human was, though!

The tiny blue hopped over to Remia, and made a pleading little creel. Only just a few more bites?

"Okaiuli! Don't be such a beggar!" Remia scolded, but the blue flit was shameless. Finally she rolled her eyes and broke off a piece of her meatroll to give him. He pounced upon it as though he hadn't just eaten an entire roll himself. A few seconds later, and a happy burp sounded from him, and a content feeling wafted over Remia.


Trith, meanwhile, let Datiath stand up, waiting until he moved before she followed. Once the ledge held only herself and Tarlith, she stretched her wings out and her shoulders, before following. If you are going to the pond, so will I, and I will swim until my rider is done eating so she can scrub me, she stated.


Remia's mouth opened into a 'o' as N'tren rather abruptly got up to go to the lake. Things had seemed to be going rather well... was there something she didn't know about going on?

"Ah..." Remia trailed off, uncertain, then called after N'tren, "I'll be following you in a few minutes, N'tren! Take Oki with you!" and she told Okaiuli to go after him. The little blue cocked his head to one side, then chirped and spread his wings. A moment later, he hovered in the air and vanished, reappering over N'tren and soaring down to attempt a landing on his shoulder.

When you are too big to fit on this ledge with me you will be big enough to fly. Until then this ledge is just right. Tarlith nodded as he looked down towards the pools. They eat so often and talk when they should be out here so we can bathe The blue complained with a draconic grin. He was happy that Kalya was finally out of her room and talking to the other weyr-folk, she had spent too much time gathering herbs in case of another outbreak.

Kalya opened her mouth to pass on her dragon's complaint before the table atmosphere suddenly turned. With a confused blink she wondered what she must have missed while burried in her thoughts. Tarl...?

The girl does not appreciate Dragons. Came the simple reply as the blue nodded a 'see you in a moment' to Trith and dropped off the ledge, snapping his wings open at the last moment. Letting the updrafts carry his bulk higher for a moment he began to circle around towards the water. Maybe the pool will help clear everyone's mind.

Being rather empathic from the many times she had cared for the sick, Kalya worried about N'tren. She saw his stooped shoulders as he left and wandered what the cause was. At Tarl's words, however, she narrowed her eyes slightly before closing them and breathing deep to calm herself back down. Pride and attitude was one thing, many dragon riders she had met had plenty in the bucketloads, but to be so prideful that it cause others pain? She had little sympathy left for people like that. She watched as Remia sent her flit over to N'tren before standing up herself. "If we are off to the pools I should get the oils Tarlith was talking about." Turning to both girls she nodded a goodbye before adding, "I trust I shall see you both? I have some nice smelling oils for the flits too, it's not as strong in pungance as the oil the holder ladies use for theirs." Smiling lightly she moved off towards the sleeping caverns and her own weyr where she kept most of her products.

o O (Wow... the thread jumped while I was working *snickers*)

Caleten decided, that if she confided a bit more, then her cause would be even easier to accomplish, "I left on my own when I was around fourteen-turns or so. I think I am nineteen turns now, I lost track a long time ago." Shrugging her lack of care about the whole thing, "I travel from place to place, once I get what I need from one, I go to the next. Often I don't come back to the same place in turns. Everywhere else has become indifferent, for some reason, those here seem determined to resist that aim.

Standing she adds, "I'll find the hall on my own, good day." She then walked out of the room hoping that Remia would let the others know then the weyr would give her the wish. She hated for people to be angry with her when she returned a place after turns and didn't want to take this place off of places to return. Then again if she gets snatched, that won't matter anyway.

((Where to write? What to write? *ponders the thought*))

Datiath had made it down to the lake. Faceted eyes whirling fast as he approached his rider, the bronze bumped his head into his rider and knocked him off the rock. It was an unusual sight, dragon standing over human. The spicy smell of his bronze's hide filtered to N'tren's nostrils.

"Datiath! What are you doing? Get in the lake and wash down..." N'tren yelped at his beast.

It is not your fault that the girl has a closed mind. Not everyone can be your friend so release the pain and come wash me. Datiath's eyes hinted at the yellow-red of anger and anxiousness. He paid no mind as the blue and the gold cousins came to be with his rider. This dragon only wanted his to be happy again. The little cousins like you. The other riders like you. Why does one matter so?

"Because I did nothing to her! I gave her companionship and friendship and she judges me by another's actions. That is wrong. Not fair at all! I will not let her be so angry and lonely until her hair grays and her skin wrinkles! It is not right!" N'tren didn't realize he was shouting all of this; the urge to convince not only his dragon but himself was so strong that both rider and beast blinked. "It is just not right."

That was said much softer. Getting from underneath Datiath, he returned back to his place on the rock. Coaxing the blue into his lap, he whistled at the gold hoping she would land on his shoulder. Thumping his dragon on the forearm, the boy pointed at the lake. "Go, your friends are waiting for you."

It was then that he saw Remia and Kalya arriving from different directions. "Oh shards and shells."

He hoped on his dragon's shell that they did not hear his rant.

Kalya was all the way across the bowl with the pots of oils in hand. She saw N'tren arms wave as he talked to his weyrmate. She couldn't hear what was being said though as she was a little too far away. Pausing in her steps the blue rider considered waiting for him to have a chance to cool down first. Something was going on and she wasn't quite sure what. Kalya considered it prudant to respect other peoples sanctuarys.

Tarlith sailed around on the updrafts as he made his way down to the bowl. A large shadow flew over the two in the water as his bulk made one more pass over head. The next time he came around he would land perfectly next to them. With the ease of practice he backwinged himself to his destination and wandered over to the bulk of the bronze. He felt the releasing tensions of the younge bronze rider and offered his own advice. Young one, you need patience. Time can conquer everything, even the greatest frozen mountains can become the warmest desert in time.

o O (*quick poke* Kalya and Tarlith are both adults *chuckles* Tarl is about 5-6 and was from the old queen's last hatching while Kalya is 21 and very tall and so seems older.)

o O (That's ok, they usually keep to themselves and he is small for his size (except for his tail) so it's an easy mistake to make ^-^~)