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"Sometimes like children?" Siran said drolly. "Perhaps your Kenthoth is old enough to behave in a more matured manner, but Tiranth seems not to have outgrown it, for all that she hatched from the same clutch as Ariath." I am no hatchling Tiranth hissed almost peevishly. It was obvious, though, that she was not entirely serious about her rancor. "A pleasure as well, Ch'dri. My family trotted me off to take lessons at the Harper Hall when I was but a lass, so I have some familiarity with Fort."

He laughed then, careful not to lose his klah anywhere. "Kenthoth actually is mroe like a mother wherry-"

Hey now!

"-in his need to look afte me. And, well... sometimes mature, sometimes chidlish. Like me, I suppose." He ran a hand through his blonde hair, sleeve sliding on his jacket toexpose a few old scars. "I never ahd the interest to take to Harpering, but I respect them. I followed my father's path in Tanner work until I was chosen as a candidate. Was encouraged by him even. Never did get to the Hall for the Harpers, though I was temepred a few times."

On the mention of family he took a swig of the khal and looked down int he cup. "I've a large family, my father's ... recently injured and likely unable to continue, and most of my siblings are scattered about. Doubt I'm going to see any of them here. Been trying to contact one of my sisters, no idea where she is at this point." He shrugged then. "But family is good to have about."

"Ahhh, I see." L'mur nodded at the greenrider's explanation. "I can certainly sympathize-- some people just have no sense of pitch. Or rhythm." He winced dramatically, (mostly) joking.
I'm sure my lovely Saranth would agree! he shot back at Tiranth, thoroughly amused by her flirtation.

L'mur sipped at his almost-forgotten klah. "But dragons and music have been connected for generations. Just think how many of the teaching ballads are about dragons, or Weyrlife, or Thread," he pointed out.

"True that," he said, scratching at his chin thoughtfully. "But then, dragons are a part of life here no matter what because of Thread. Without the dragons, things would be worse, so of course there is so much about them."

He downed the alst of the klah, thinking a moment with his eyes closed. "I always prefered working with my hands anyway or being active, then to be idle, no offense. My patience and talents don't lend well to being a Harper, though some say I have a decent voice."

He shrugged slightly. "Being a Tanenr was good work, I adored it. I think it pleased my father a lot too that I did, until I was found during a Search. None of my other siblings really considered following him but me."

"But messy is fun," he said with a grin. "I'm sure Kenthoth can attest to that one."

I figure when bathtime comes, you need a workout and I need to make bathing worth it. Somewhat bemused in tone.

He rolled his eyes, smiling. "I guess living around it my whole life pretty much it never bothered me much."

"Messy means oiling, bathing and re-oiling Tiranth." I'm positive that you plan those baths and oiling sessions for the moment when I am just about to eat. Tiranth made no response to her rider, instead speaking to L'mur. She should appreciate commendations, most especially from her elders. The green made it sound as if she was an age older than Saranth, for all that she was merely her mother's nestmate. "Harper trained weyrlings, eh?" Perhaps one of them would be the new Weyrsinger.

((Bleh, I'll reply tomorrow. I'm horribly confused about some stuff [ gonk ] and I have a test to make up in the morning.))