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((I suppose the splashing might be possible (with Difficulty) but we'd also hear Re'em coming first I'd think. *headstands* I'd take a moment or two to figure it out or something. Oh and there's also a bronze flit. Rikk, he's zipping around too))

"I'll have you know..." Ra'el notes with a mockery of grave seriousness. "Well aside from the fact someone's going to asky why I'm walking around soaked He laughs, shoving water toward Kahlin. "That you're chalenging someone who used to be learning fishercraft. I can't dance, sure as hell can't sing a note, but I can swim like anyone's business."

((that'll work. :3 ))
"Alright now thats an unfair advantage." He laughed, sloshing more water in return, now dripping wet. "I might just have to call in the calvary...presuming he's dont stuffing his face He adds, flicking water toward the dragonete, who snorts indignantly and makes great show of having nothing to do with the tom foolery. Rikk, the bronze flit, dives and swoops and chitters, staying just out of range of the spashing though he makes great show of trying to come close to the thrown water without actually getting wet.

Hip deep in the water, he pauses to listen, and Jaiereth lifts his head, snorting at Kahlin and shaking his damp wings in reminder that he had, earlier, been in the water, but now he was engaged in the ever so important task of eating. Rikk whirrs and spins down to dive around the new comers head boldly before sailing back to his sopping wet master as Re'em emerges from the woods.
At 21 he doesn't consider himself a 'boy' any longer, but standing around sopping wet with his boots on the bank he must rather look like one.
"Afternoon..." He says, clearing his throat, wading toward the bank, and hoping he's not about to get in trouble for taking Jaiereth out with him, though the blue chews contentedly, watching the other man with interest.

Caleten smiled at the playful puppy and petted him once more, scratching him behind the ear and under his chin. "Dem'or, lets go, you need a bath.", The puppy whined a moment then wagged his high sitting single curled tail once and it went slightly straight at the action.

She walked forward into the lush woods, she knew there was a river near by. Dem'or looked to the left of them, his head tilted to the side. Caleten couldn't hear anything but the puppy heard water splashing and voices. Barking to alert her, he ran that direction and back to her playfully. With a smile she reached out and picked the puppy up in one of his runs. Her voice, soft with kindness and affection, spoke, "What is it, Dem'or? Well, never mind it, the water is up ahead."

Dem'or tilted his head and reached his muzzle up to lick her, the mark was dead on and she pulled back laughing as her nose got licked. With another soft smile she kept walking, dodging a branch here and there and stepping over a root as it got in her way. There was her goal, a winding river moving slow enough to be of use. Thats when she placed Dem'or down and before he could run to the sound he heard first, she called his name and urged him to follow her.

He did and during the small walk, she rolled up her sleeves so that they sat on her shoulders. On her left arm lay a big dark blue and purple bruise that hadn't gone away yet. She paid it no mind. At the water's edge, she kneeled and patted the ground to further urge the puppy to her. He came obediently, and didn't complain as she put him in the river at a shallow part near her so that the water didn't go much higher then his shoulder tops. She rubbed him to help loosen the dirt and tangles. As she did that, lots of dirt and leaves went flowing almost like blood in color form then down river towards where Kahlin and Ra'el are, not that she knew. Then she let go and watched the puppy swim about barking.

Laughing again, softly full of joy and bless, she tossed a stick into the water and the puppy went after it, he missed and the stick went down the river as his dirt had as well. Turning around in his doggy paddling he whined at his lost toy. Caleten grabbed another stick and tossed it. This time the puppy grabbed it and swam back with his head held high with pride at his catch.

--with the 1-2 weeks before 2nd flight group--
"Most likely it will add to the commotion, but having your own firelizard will certainly be fun!" With a grin she handed the harper her own jar of oil, just in case the firelizards wanted more oiling. "I've not had Fellis long, so I'm still learning myself. Today's really the first I've seen her with the others of the weyr."

Standing up she did not bother to brush herself off -- her oily hands would just draw the dirt to them. As per the dragonrider's direction she grasped one of the long-handled brushes laiden with oil & begn slopping it on. "I've been using oils in the healer barracks as well as those I brought with me for Fellis. I never dreamed of thinking to ask to share any of the oil for dragons. I know how to make more, when I need too, but I'll need something sharper than my knife to cut through these Southern plants to make the scent better. I was just looking to see if the Trader had any long knives to sell when Sisao found Fellis."

Seeing C'tari scrubbing vigourously at the bronze's tail her face crinkled in concern. "How old are those scars?"

"Oh!" She cried, spying the green hatchling. "Where did she come from?" Kyira did not recall seeing that firelizard when meeting the harper.

Although slightly diverted her healer's heart kept her mind & eyes returning to the bronze's scars. She would not push it though. Not right now. Perhaps after the oiling. The book she had read on healing dragons warned that some dragons or riders were difficult when pressed about injuries, old or new. Kyira knew that was true of anyone. A dragon however could seriously hurt a healer if it lashed out in anger' moreso than a human. She would bide her time, but she would do something about it! She doubted it should still be flaking like it was, but it depended on the age of it. If rather new it would flake more.

Talare laughed softly and smiled at Kyira. "This is Kamui, she just hatched not a sevenday ago. " She nodded softly and returned to scumbbing down the dragon with oil, before long some of the over spray had stained her new tunic and even a bit on her leggings. "Oh my.. " she looked down at herself and finally laughed. "Im horrable with new clothing." Talare flashed a smile at both Kyira and C'tari. "So, how often do dragons need a good oiling?" she asked, pausing for a moment to rest her arms and also watch as C'tari rubbed against the flaking scar on the bronze's massive tail.

Everything about dragons and flits fasinated her, and she wanted to learn as much as she could while she was here at the Weyr. She Fansied everything as a learning experiance.

Kamui whom had been trying to sleep around Talare's neck was finding her a rather uncomfortable bed while all this work was going about. Her small green tail lashed about in agitation and she gave a anoyed chirp in Talare's ear.

"Hush now, I cant stop what im doing just because you wish to sleep lazy one. Why not strech your wings while we're outside eh?"

Kamui's eyes whirled a little bit through a range of colors before settling on a aple green, with that she spred her wings and lept off ot Talare's shoulder, did one full circle...and came to rest on the top of her head. "hey now! That wasnt a propor flight...besides you'll like it there less when I go back to helping Oil."

Kamui only chirped and stayed on Talare's head, much to her anoyance. Finally the harper shruged and went back to oiling, dipping the broom into the barrel of oil and setting about making sure the bronze's flank was proporly scrubed.