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It was a hot day in Rias, just the night after Enelth had risen to catch Ariath in the Queen's second rising. It felt as though there should have been a more substantial change now that M'xan was weyrleader, but as of yet there was no feelings of the new world order which had arisen upon the weyr. It could be considered then, that somewhere the two weyrleaders were quarreling it out. What would come out of it, she wasn't sure, and decided it wasn't best for a greenrider to be pondering over. She had much more important things to attend to now, and one of the most important things being the Weyrlings. She had known there was talk of M'xan replacing all ranking dragonriders with members of his own regime- but she'd yet to hear any of this either, and decided to wait it out.

A loud 'whooting' snort echoed her out of her thoughts, as Moth rose her head from the small lake used for watering herd beasts and bathing dragons. Droplets of water spilled from the green's pale green head, and slowly she adjusted thin eyelids to cope with the sudden lack of water. Farin stumbled in the movement, as she currently stood standing upon the back of her great beast, rubbing her down considerably with the scrub brush. It was a long, old wooden pole that seemed to have seen the last of it's days, the bristles splayed out from one another and the white coloration of it dyed yellow from all the oil it received. Moth liked it though- and she preferred it above all the other brushes. She liked that it's rough bristles itched her even as she was bathed.

I do not know if things shall change so much as people think. Moth rumbled. When M'xan was Weyrleader before, he was not so terrible.

Farin rubbed her head, and pushed back her mass of hot blond hair. It was sticking to the side of her dark skin, and the sweat was becoming rather miserable. "Eh?" Farin umphed, as she rubbed the brush against one of Moth's shoulder blades. "No, I don't suppose he was." The woman added. Everything before the plague seemed so sketchy though...she could barely reach out and touch it. "But Ephia liked L'cian. It won't be good to have conflicting feelings like that."

I liked Tallith. Moth rumbled simply, and lowered her head back into the water. Farin watched as her green head first appeared cloudy, and then, simply vanished. With a grunt, she went back to scrubbing. Hopefully there would not be too many people out today, after last nights flight. She wasnt exactly dressed anything worthy of her current rank- she wore an old pair of leather flight pants which were riddled with holes, and a simple swim top tied haphazardly at her back. She looked something like a bum, and still no sleep yet.

Apparently Moth found Farin's thoughts amusing, for a rise of bubbles popped up from the bottom of the water, and the soft sound of a dragon's chuckling thrummed in her head. Farin gave the green a gentle 'tap-tap' with the handle end of the broom, and the green rose one of her wings out of the water. Balancing carefully on the wind bone, Farin started to rub that down as well.

Onshore, her renegade of flits also seemed to be out enjoying the morning sun. Well- enjoying as much as they could, for they were in the midst of a quarrel. Vera had found a small piece of fruit another flit had dropped besides a rock, and claimed it as hers for the eating. Fleckin- who wasn't above stealing the fruit of his queen's hands, did so and shoved it down his gullet before the little queen could command him not to. Now they squabbled on one of the rocks, occasionally taking flight and chasing one another around- although Farin paid them little heed.

Farin heaved to the side of one of Moth's shifting muscles to look at where the voice had sounded from. It took a good hoist of her mass of blonde curly hair to see the pair correctly, and being Weyrlingmaster- she identified both as Weyrlings. Not that this wasn't much of a task, the little dragonet was still much too small to be confused with a large dragon. The woman slumped forward and sat on Moth's shoulder blade (who bubbled a bit in confusion over the sudden stop of her scrub) glancing down at the little dragon and her rider. She knew all the Weyrlings names, but it was hard to attach them to faces yet, particularly with the greens.

Dmiath. Moth rumbled from somewhere in the lake. She raised her head from the water, and was chewing on some of the weeds that grew at the bottom of the lake. Although dragons were not herbivorous, Moth occasionally ate plant matter to settle her stomach.

Farin nodded her head. That making this other girl Fria- or at least, she believed so. She was never quite sure on her measures of memory, and couldn't very much rely on Moth to remember things for her. The poor dragon didn't even remember the last time there was threadfall. As if in intolerance of the fact, the green snorted. She angled her head in the direction of the pair and gently whirled her eyes, before sinking her head back within the depths of the lake.

"No, you do not interrupt anything." Farin called. Her voice was flat, but compared to it on other occasions, this was her happy voice. If anything- it was flat from exhaustion. The woman rose a hand up to mingle in her hair, and shove some more unruly chunks of blond mass away from her face. "Just make sure you keep an eye on her." Farin cautioned. She'd never heard of dragonets drowning, but you never know.

I see her. Moth rumbled. Farin patted the green on the base of the neck gently, before standing and moving back down the center of her spine to reach for the long brush.

Back onshore, Vera became aware of someone watching her. Being inheritably a sickly and shy creature, she at once stopped her bickering with Fleckin, and scurried off into a small bush to observe what was going on. Fleckin too this as a victory, stuck out his chest, and began to prance around the stone.

Gliding above the lake with his rider Feronamth saw the weyrlings and Moth and bid her a hello. His hide was still a bit dull from the flight the night before, but had picked up some color from feeding earlier. Both rider and dragon flew lazily in a tired sort of way.

C'tari didn't remember being so worn out by the flight last time, but there had been wonderful thermals and they hadn't fought so much to stay with the group. Plus, the flight had seemed shorter, though he wasn't sure which actually was. And for some reason neither rider nor dragon had been as upset at losing this time.

The water is nice, is it not Moth?

C'tari found it strange to hear his dragon speak directly to someone else. Normally he did not hear these sorts of conversations, though he was aware they were going on.

His dragon gave him a rumbling laugh You hear them if you listen. I wish to bathe now too. and with that he began a slow decent to the lake to deposit his rider on the banks. I promise not to drown anyone today. He chortled as he backwinged expertly, sending dust away from the bathing dragons and riders.

"It's all right, Weyrlingmaster--Mia swims like a fish, so long as I don't let her go too soon after eating," Fria explained, smiling warmly. She glanced in the direction of the flits again, less startled now and more able to enjoy their antics as Suds arrived to bother Fleckin. When she looked back, though, her smile had faded a little. "Are you all right?" she inquired. "It seems like the flight yesterday wore out everyone in the Weyr."

True to her rider's words, Dmiath was paddling along quite happily out to where Moth was. She reached the older green, then turned around, paddling right back toward the shore and quite proud of her proficiency. See! I'm good at it! she proclaimed, proudly--and then Gurath splashed into the water, momentarily swamping her. Fria winced, starting forward and getting her boots wet, only to have her dragon pop up almost under her feet...

And sweep a wing through the water, sending a splash right back at Gurath and dousing her rider in the process. Fria sputtered in indignation at this treatment, her clothes--not her Gather best, for sure--soaking wet and clinging to her. "Dmiath!" she said, half-indignant and half-amused. Her dragon looked up at her with blue-green eyes gone huge with innocence. He started it!

The thunder of wings kept the sputtering, laughing journeyman from speaking further, in favor of gawking at the two full-sized browns touching down around them. She wasn't good with dragons yet, but she waved nevertheless, calling a greeting to her fellow weyrling as well, "'Lo, X'lias! I'm sorry about Mia--she's been in a mood all day!"