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 Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 8:49 pm
The sun was low in the sky as the land around Igen approached evening. Most people of the Weyr were likely in some stage of preparation for the next meal -- but not Lu'reni and Lazulith! How could they possibly stay inside? It was a nice day for the desert, not too deadly hot, not too breezeless, not too sandy. It would simply be an utter crime to not partake in this most magical day. "Zooey, Zooey, Zooey," Lu'reni sang, skipping across the scattered sand. It slid out from under her feet, making her stance wobble. She threw her head back and laughed, spinning in a circle. To a stranger, it would seem bizarre to see a 23-turn-old greenrider acting in such a manner, but to those from the Weyr, it would be completely typical -- just Looney being a weyrbrat dimglow. Sure, some found her cheery optimism adorable, but the majority of the strict Weyr looked at the girl as if she were some kind of odd deformity hanging off the rest of them.
Falling to the sand, Lu dug her hands in, watching the bits of sands escape between her gloved fingers. It was still a bit too hot to touch comfortably, and Lu'reni had done this enough to be prepared. Behind her, Lazulith hung toward the Weyr, stepping back toward the entrance every so often. For a dragon, she seemed oddly unsure in her stance, shifting on her haunches and swiveling her head around. "What should I make today?" Lu'reni said, pulling heaps of sand into a somewhat collected pile.
Mine, the sand is not wet. It will not hold a shape. A pause. Maybe it will this time. Maybe you could try. Another pause. I think we should go back inside, Mine. The dragon's voice echoed in soft whispers in Lu'reni's mind.
Keeping her back to her dragon, she smiled, slowing her hand movements. C'mon, Lazu! We can do it together! She punched one fist in the air, and then craned around to smile -- all teeth -- in Lazu's direction.
I... I cannot breathe... water.
Lu'reni laughed, but her voice did not carry far on the empty desert plain. Hopping to her feet, she brushed her gloved hands off on her britches and wobbled awkwardly over the sand toward her dragon. Lazulith stepped forward to help, but then, thinking better, stayed where she was. In a few uneven strides, Lu made it to her dragon, and without a pause, she threw her arms around the green's neck. A dragon's hide wasn't the best thing to cuddle up against, but Lu'reni considered every hug a magical moment in her day. And Lazulith liked them too! Even if she didn't always admit it.
The dragon's fluttering heart stilled, and she lowered her head to her rider. Okay, Mine. Make the sandweyr. I will help. If... if I... can.
Aw, Kodak moment.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 11:05 pm
Mine, came Dioth's lazy rumble in the back of L'ior's head, making the man lift his head from where he was painstakingly rubbing oil into the splotchy blue hide, there is someone out here. Dinner was something that L'ior did not seem inclined to attend right now, in the rush of people ready to do so... besides, Dioth had a wicked itch right along one headknob, he had realized as the other had turned wistful eyes upon him, and wouldn't he be remiss if he didn't take care of that? The second half of the thought was his own, though he could not be certain of the first.
The blue had been napping in the fierce Igen sun for much of the afternoon, basking in the hot white sands that held heat even in this late time of the day and thrumming with low contentment as L'ior's oil-coated palms stroked the blue hide. Beneath his lids, whirling faceted eyes had trained lazily on the spectacle of the tentative green and her madcap rider, playing in the sands like a pair of weyrbrats. What shall we do for them? replied L'ior absently, bending his head back to his task industriously, though his shoulders ached and beneath his tunic, they'd begun to feel bakingly hot, near-on-fire. Still, he hadn't quite run himself to exhaustion yet today, though he was beginning to feel very slightly frayed.
A few moments passed. L'ior was used to Dioth's ruminations sometimes taking long moments to work their way through to the end in dragon-logic, and his amusement washed over the mind of His, but then Dioth reached out to the mind of the pretty green currently overseeing what looked like a hopeless task. It seemed, much to L'ior's amusement and chagrin, that his dragon had mined the green's name from somewhere in the surprising depths of his memory. Then again, in fifteen Turns, Dioth still sometimes managed to surprise him, like now.
Lazulith, are you not...? Is yours well? Dioth reached out to the green with a curious edge at his voice, the sympathy he extended to those whose riders often came in sun-blind and with skins, unused to the fierce heat, burned to scarlet. It appeared she nearly fell. Dioth knew of them, but utterly non-judgmental, he had never found a reason to fault either of them. They tried just as hard as any.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 12:18 pm
It's not fair.
Few things in life are fair, I'ver thought, stretching his arms out above his head as he reclined back against Skelath's warm hide. The drills were done, the runs completed, the loose ends all tied off for the day. For the first time in what seemed like Turns, I'ver had the day to himself, and he intended to spend it by keeping Skelath company while the small bronze sunned himself. Shirtless and content, he lay there with his fingers laced behind his head, propped up against the dragon's side.
He's done nothing. Mine has worked. Mine has fought. MINE has earned. Th'ran-
Is a spoiled, wherry-brained idiot who will get his in due time. I'ver cut the dragon off, glancing sideways to get a good look at the bronze's narrowed, red-orange eyes. With the new Weyrwoman, we'll have our chance.
We shouldn't have to wait. Skelath snorted his frustration, rolling slightly to the left to pull his body away from I'ver. The bronzerider fell back against the stone with a dull thump. He watched as the dragon stood, smiling fondly at the way the sun shimmered along his hide. Despite the difficulty that came with being Skelath's rider, the sight of his dragon never failed to rouse a strong sense of pride in I'ver. He had come from nothing, been nothing, and against all odds, Skelath was his.
It made him smile more than anything. Even more than the kitchen girls.
I want to fly. We fly. The bronze commanded, lowering himself just enough so that his rider could – after picking himself up off of the ground – vault up onto his neck. I'ver would have been just as happy to waste the day away out on that ledge improving his tan, but doing so would mean arguing with the bronze. Arguing with Skelath was comparable to arguing with a brick wall; a very stubborn, very easily annoyed brick wall. It was easier to indulge him.
Even the speed with which Skelath exited the weyr failed to alleviate the heat, the breeze caused by his sudden descent from the cliffside doing little more than drying I'ver's sweat-slicked chest. He squeezed Skelath's neck between his knees, lifting his arms to either side and spreading his fingers to cut the wind to ribbons. There was a feeling of freedom in those moments that non-riders simply could not understand. I'ver brought one hand in to shield his eyes from the sun as he scanned the ground below; the pair of dragons stood out against the blank canvas of sand, as did their riders.
“Let's go see what they're up to,” I'ver said with a grin.
Green. Skelath thought dismissively, another sweep of his broad wings carrying them higher, away from the inferior dragons.
A good leader does not dismiss those he commands, the rider condescended. Logic, he knew, was the only way to change the bronze's mind about doing anything he didn't want to do, and even that sometimes wasn't enough. “We should socialize. Get to know them. They might be of some help later.”
Hmph. Green. The bronze noted again, though he turned wing and began a smooth descent towards the pair. He swept low over the four of them once, kicking up a small cloud of sand as he pulled a sharp turn and set down, slowing his speed so that when he approached them it was with a casual gait. As far as Skelath was concerned, this was his turf.
“L'ior, Looney Lu.” I'ver said with a wide grin, much more amiable than his stone-faced dragon, who simply regarded the other two with utter indifference.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 2:51 pm
Mid-snuggle, Lazulith lifted her head to the blue dragon who reached out to her, forgetting how her rider clung to her. Lu'reni let out a surprised squeak as her feet rose off the ground, dangling like some kind of pendant around her dragon's neck. This brought on a fit of giggling and pleasant squees from the greenrider. Laz and Lu often played this kind of game, but very rarely in the company of others. "Company's here," she sang, kicking her legs around. The dragon quickly remembered her hanging rider and used a wing to help Lu slide on to her wide back.
Mine, it is Dioth, Lazulith said, recalling the dragon's name. Lazulith liked pretty much everybody and so did Lu'reni, but they remembered these names because this bluerider and dragon were faces that they simply found more appealing than some of the nastier pairs at Igen. After ensuring that Hers was safe and secure, Laz reached her mind out to the blue who approached. Mine does not use her legs well. Mine does better when we fly together. It was much easier for Lazulith to answer questions that had to do with other people, not her.
Wingbeats overhead -- and then another dragon and rider pair. "More company!" Lu'reni said, slapping Lazulith on her tough hide. Draped oddly over her dragon's neck, Lu lifted her head up, her long braid covering her mouth. It was I'ver! And L'ior! "Are you both out here building sandweyrs?" she asked, twirling a finger in the loose curls at the bottom of her braid. Lu'reni had been called Looney enough that it no longer phased her. She really only bothered to correct people when she felt that they were being Bad Humans. I'ver was a lot of things, but Lu did not think of him as a bad person, or someone who wanted to cause bad things. That would be most terrible.
How wonderful, Lulu -- more people to help. This is going to be a really wonderful day. I can feel it.
If you say so, Mine.
Zuze, use the new name! Don't you like it?
I suppose... I would like it... if you like it... perhaps. Mine, it is a lot to remember.
Aw, come on! You promised me that you would try to remember it.
Okay, Min-- Mine...lu.
It makes me happy!"
If it makes you happy, I will do my best, Mine-lu.
The green and rider continued to chat with each other, seemingly unaware of the two other pairs that surrounded them. Such was frequently the case with Laz and Lu; they had a tendency to forget other people. Such was the depth of their love!
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 5:54 pm
"Hello and well-met, I'ver," called L'ior, smiling at I'ver with his usual warm pleasantness as he waved a hand to clear some of the sand the other had kicked up with his low pass over them. There was little about the blue-rider that was likely to offend someone in a higher status, and in his experience, I'ver was pleasant enough to warrant at least a few good words -- he at least had never threatened L'ior or driven Dioth to frustration. "I hope you and Yours are well -- and greetings to you, as well, Lu'reni."
The thought of building a sand structure out here in the blistering heat and with the sun blinding him and with the sand, dry as anything, not sticking together...? Even the hard-working L'ior would quail from such an idea; it seemed a bit... odd. "I'm afraid we aren't building anything," L'ior offered with a small chuckle, "other than perhaps a dragon-shaped pit."
I am not heavy enough to make a pit, L'ior-mine, protested Dioth, audibly huffing; there was lazy amusement coloring the dragon's tone. And besides, I must sit still when I am oiled, yes?
Yes, yes, chuckled L'ior in response. Though you do in fact leave behind a divot of sorts.
Choosing not to respond to that, Dioth turned his attention back to Lazulith for a moment. Ah, he responded with a soft whuffle. That is what we are here for, after all. Rather than linger, now, Dioth also offered a greeting to the bronze, blithely. It is a fine day for flying, is it not, Skelath? Some dragons did not respond to Dioth's unfailing pleasantness, but it took a terribly severe personality to utterly snub the easygoing blue.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 12:32 pm
Skelath had always responded well to pleasantness. As long as he felt sure of his superiority and control over the situation, he saw no reason to be hostile. The bronze stretched his wings out a moment after I'ver slide from his neck, Hello, Dioth. If only Mine agreed it was a fine day for flying, Skelath gave his rider a weary look before folding his wings and dropping to his belly. The feel of the warm sand brought a pleasant blue color to his eyes, Lazulith, what is Yours doing...? The bronze inquired with a lazy tone, as if taking interest in the female greenrider was something done only out of boredom.
I'ver, of course, had no problem showing interest in Loony's endeavor. He regarded the sand as a sculptor might regard a block of stone, standing with his chin held between thumb and index finger. He scratched at the stubble along his neck, “Not gonna work, not gonna work,” he sighed, “We'll need some water, and a shady spot where the sun won't dry out the sand. Skelath, you're big enough to provide some shade.”
You can't be serious...
Serious as a wherry in a whirlpool.
That doesn't even make sense.
Your face doesn't make sense.
Skelath exhaled in a loud snort that kicked up the sand immediately in front of him, before promptly wedging his hand into the side of the dune until only the knobs stuck out.
No.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 8:39 pm
"Zooey makes excellent pits," Lu'reni chimed in, gently stroking the well-oiled hide. The young greenrider spent all of her free time with her dragon -- period. This meant a noticeably well-oiled hide for Lazulith, and an excess of fun adventure time for Lu'reni. It was one of the many exchanges of their partnership. "If I lay in the bottom, I can even avoid the sun sometimes. Right, Zuze?"
The average-sized green canted her head slightly to one side. If you say it is true, Mine-lu, then I think it is true too. Lu cracked a smile, always entertained by her dragon's difficulty with committing to her own opinions.
Lu'reni remained draped like a human cloth over the back of Lazulith's neck, and the green dragon worked to stay very, very still as not to send her rider falling to the hot sand. It had happened before, but that had been done intentionally by Lu! As such, when Skelath spoke, Lazulith merely flickered her eyes over to him, the slightest glimmer of red arching up through her pleasant blue. Yes, she was a kind, good-natured, and loving dragon -- but she had much more of a temper than her rider. Lu always saw the good in people, always assumed that they acted out of benevolence, but Lazulith saw things differently. She believed that Lu'reni was innocent and in need of her protection -- protection from all threat.
Mine is just fine... I... I can worry about Mine. It's Yours that is acting strangely. Lu and Laz had been around Igen for nearly as long as I'ver and Skelath. Even if Lu seemed unaware of I'ver's typical reactions toward females, Lazulith was not. She did not trust him, not if he had any interest in taking advantage of Lu's good nature. Of course, Lazulith had a very hard time articulating these feelings, or even convincing herself that her opinion was even worth hearing. Instead, she kept a close eye on Lu'reni and made sure that the young rider was never alone with any of the prowling males of the Weyr -- including I'ver.
Still draped on her dragon, Lu'reni popped up her head at I'ver sudden focus on sandweyr construction. "It really is fun," she said, awkwardly sliding off of Laz and onto the sand. She stumbled a bit, but popped back up with a grin. Most people looked at her like she was crazy for wanting a little fun! Finally, here was someone who did not care what other people thought, who simply did things because they were fun. "Much better than being cooped up in the Weyr or, I don't know, running drills." Clapping her hands together, Lu rubbed them for emphasis, glancing between I'ver and L'ior. "We need water. The oasis stream would be good. I do not think I could work up enough spit." She smiled, but it was unclear if she was joking around or was just simply that naive.
When Skelath stuffed his head into the dirt, Lu cocked her head to the side like a confused flit. "Skelath has the right idea!" she said, smiling a little wider.
Mine-lu... I think... I suppose... it seems as though... to me... that he is not at all excited about your sandweyr. He does not like us... it is possible, perhaps. Lazulith shuffled her legs uncomfortable, wedging bright green claws deeper into the sand.
Lu'reni snorted and shared a glance with Hers. He just hasn't spent enough time with us. Judging by the way Lu'reni propped her fists on her hips it seemed clear that she intended to change that.
I am not certain this is a bad thing, Mine-lu. The green moved her head closer to Lu'reni, nudging her with the broad side of her mouth. Lu draped her arm over Laz's snout in response, tapping the dragon on the nose. Perhaps intentionally, Lazulith pulled her claws from the sand, flicking a chunk of hot sand onto Skelath's head.
Well, if he wants to be buried...
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 3:43 pm
Snorting in amusement at the sight of the great bronze stuffing his head into the side of the dune, L'ior couldn't help an amused, full-throated laugh. "Well, and we probably will need some water, if we intend to do this," chortled L'ior, "and a bit less dragon-head in it."
L'iormine, interjected Dioth privately to his rider, it seems to me that Skelath does not want to help with the sandweyr. ... Also, how are we going to get all that water here to wet the sand?
I have no idea, replied L'ior, rubbing at the blue's headknobs with a sheepish smile. But if anyone can figure it out, it's Lu'reni. Maybe.
"Do we have any buckets?" inquired L'ior with a sheepish smile. "Very... large buckets?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 11:04 pm
Skelath didn't notice the hot sand landing on his head, mostly due to the fact that he was putting considerable effort into wiggling his head into the sand already. Good thing, too, otherwise the trip would be ruined by a several candlemark long rant on why such behavior towards a bronze was utterly inappropriate and how an apology was in order and how he demanded that Lazulith bring him a fresh herdbeast as payment.
“There are buckets in the kitchens for bringing water up from the lake. We'll go get them.”
We will not. Skelath snapped back, pulling his head up and sending a spray of sand flying as he shook it briskly back and forth. He snorted twice, attempting to clear the granules from his nostrils. We have things to do.
We are bonding with our fellow riders. We will need as much support as possible when we are Weyrleader. I'ver played on Skelath's ambition, knowing the bronze would begrudgingly agree to almost anything that could be logically explained as helping elevate their status.
We will need tools. Dioth, we will need spoons and round things to mold the sand under. And small stones. Lazulith, we will need a spot with some shade. We will meet you there with water. If we must build a sand weyr, we will build the best sand weyr.
I'ver grinned in spite of himself, always amused by Skelath's relentlessly bossy, take-charge attitude. Only the ambitious bronze could swing from utter loathing to construction chief in a matter of seconds.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 5:19 am
Ducking away from Skelath's spray of sand, Lu'reni took cover under her dragon. "We don't need the buckets," she said, not offering any explanation otherwise. Lazu, would you tell the other dragons where we build our sand weyrs? The greenrider searched regularly for moments in a conversation where she could make her indecisive dragon be a bit more assertive. Like right now.
Lazulith paused. Oh no, it was Improve Yourself time. Mine-lu tells people much better than me. Mine-lu is an excellent teller. She shuffled uncomfortably, kicking up a bit of sand. Lu jumped out from under Hers to avoid the spray -- but she said nothing. Nope, Lazulith was in charge now! No words from this rider. After an awkward silence, Lazulith's airy, uncertain voice crept into the minds of her fellow dragons. Usually... Mine-lu builds... well... Mine-lu builds closer to the Oasis. Water... the water... is splashed. Out. Then Mine-lu takes over with the building. Having done her job, she sunk a bit lower, and Lu'reni reached up to stroke her hide.
Offering only a moment's pause for Skelath and Dioth to relay the information to their respective riders, Lu clapped her hands together, beaming a wide smile. "Let's fly!" Lu'reni shouted with sudden fervor, climbing on to her dragon's back. "Last one there is a blind wherry! If you go between, you are cheating!" Lu had nothing against wherries, but it was a common phrase that she took to understand as a way of upping the ante. No one liked to be called a wherry, no matter how much her beastcrafter mother tried to preach about how misunderstood they were.
Crouching low, Lazulith darted into the sky. Being in the air with her rider was the only place where she felt truly whole. The pair took off into the air, wings pumping, breath catching. Lazulith sat in the exact middle of the pack in terms of speed when it came to other greens, but up against a blue and a bronze, her agility and small size might actually be a bonus! Keep focused! We can win! Lu'reni coached. She was always in some state of encouragement with Hers, and today was no exception. Over the sorching sands, their bodies formed a blur of black shadows racing over the yellow-orange grains. Up ahead, the Oasis crawled into view. So close~
The game is on!
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 12:50 am
Oh no, L'iormine... who do we listen to? Lazulith says that we should follow, but Skelath says... Dioth hesitated, his head turning and faintly yellowish tinges began to swirl into the normally contented blue-green. The conflict-phobic dragon was shuffling his feet a bit, now, looking to his rider for guidance. L'ior himself was unsure what to do, now, and scratching the back of his head, he peered over at I'ver.
"Shall we follow, then?" He asked with a surprisingly broad, bemused grin, as he shrugged. Then again, that was Lu'reni; blithe and often it seemed she simply did not care about the way things were done, which was not a problem for L'ior, but in the presence of an esteemed bronzerider... what was one to do? Admittedly, the greenrider's solution seemed rather more simple than Skelath's, but...
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 10:54 am
Skelath watched Lazulith and Hers fly off with eyes that momentarily whirled red with his agitation. He thought she wanted to build it here. If she wanted to build it near the oasis, why was she not at the oasis! The bronze gave a low rumble that was only slightly consoled by his rider's gentle pat to his leg. He did not like his planing going to waste, even over something as silly as a sandweyr.
We do not fly for speed,Skelath noted haughtily, We fly for strength.
“Might as well go on,” I'ver murmured in response to L'ior's question, mentally preparing himself to deal with Skelath's easily bruised ego. He might have been the ranking rider in their group, but it was Skelath who would be predisposed to give orders. Better to let them go now than wait until Skelath balked at them to stay and the lot of them ended up trying to make a sandweyr in the middle of the desert, “We'll catch up in a moment.”
I do not wish to build with head-starters. Skelath thought sorely, narrowed eyes glaring at the vanishing green speck that was Lazulith and Hers.
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 12:52 pm
Lu'reni and Lazulith won the impromptu race by a landslide. Lu slid off the riding gear with a grin, doing a bit of a victory dance to an empty audience. A few people mingled around the water, but none seemed to notice the strange girl. Mine-lu, I do not think Skelath liked that we did that. Their was a note of satisfaction in the green's tone and Lu spun around with a mocking look of shock painted across her features.
"Lazzy, are you actually proud that you pulled one over on a bronze?" Lu'reni raised her voice a couple decibels for the enjoyment of those around -- though none were in hearing shot.
Lazulith crouched low, murmuring to herself nervously. I am... it is... I respect the bronze... I am... I only followed Mine's orders to fly! The dragon shielded her face with one wing, waiting until Lu'reni exploded in a fit of laughter. Oh, good, Mine. You were playing pretend. Lazulith did not understand most jokes; sarcasm was completely lost on her. It was her rider's tell-tale laughter that clued her into the intent behind words.
Lu'reni spun around, reclining against her dragon, and shielded her hand over her eyes. She didn't see the others, not yet. Oh, come on! They really were terrible at racing! Neither stood a chance against Laz-Lu! Clearly those boys couldn't handle the agony of defeat. Stepping toward the water's edge, Lu'reni toed the water line.
Lazulith followed the normal flow. She happily ducked into the water, cupping a mouthful of water and then releasing it over the dry sand a few paces away. The pair always made it to the Oasis eventually, but Lu'reni liked to claim that feeling hot, dry sand gave her inspiration for creating her sandweyrs. Like most things, Lazulith just went along with it.
See what is taking them, will you?
The green dragon shifted her weight a bit, but she never had a problem taking orders from Hers. Skelath, Dioth -- are you on your way with Yours?
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 2:27 pm
Chuckling sheepishly, L'ior shrugged a bit, and bowed his head in apology to the irritated-looking bronze as if in apology. "We will be there," he said sheepishly, "when you arrive." Lightly, L'ior vaulted up onto Dioth's neck, clamping long, slender legs around the sturdy creature.
Shall we go now, mine? asked Dioth, mildly, glad to have the confrontation averted, if faintly nervous. His wings unfolded, then, stretching out. When L'ior gave him the agreement, a great flap of wings stirred the dry sand below, and they rose, headed in the direction that Lazulith and Lu'reni had gone, toward the oasis.
We come, replied Dioth when he heard the green's call, hastening across the sands with strong flaps of great blue wings. I do not think Skelath is happy with the change in plans, though. There was an edge of worry in Dioth's tone.
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 3:34 pm
Skelath did not consider Lazulith's antics 'pulling one over'. In fact, he considered it outright disrespectful to try to make a fool of him when he was only trying to help with her silly game. He had done nothing wrong. She suggested they were going to build a sandweyr in the desert. Hers had asked if they were out there to build sandweyrs too! If the green and Hers had wanted to build near the oasis, they should have been at the oasis. They were not at the oasis. They were in the middle of the sharding desert. How dare she folly him for coming up with a plan. If Skelath was anything, he was prideful, and the bronze practically bristled at the audacity of the green and her rider.
Calm down, Skelath, I'ver attempted to soothe the bronze, Lazulith was just teasing.
No. Lazulith and Hers can build their own sandweyr. I told Mine it was a silly idea. Skelath's eyes whirled a red-orange, and the dragon clawed the sand in frustration. I tried to help because Hers is ridiculous and wanted to build in the desert, and she tried to make me look stupid.
You didn't look stupid, Skelath. Dioth and L'ior heard her ask if they were out here to build-
No. Skelath interjected bossily. I will not help the rude green. I will take Mine to our weyr and we will sun.
Skelath... I'ver attempted to reason, We said we would help. We don't want to be liar's, do we?
I will not help the rude green. the bronze repeated. Mine can help. I will not.
I'ver sighed, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of one hand. Once Skelath had made up his mind, only a well-planned, logical argument with zero loopholes could change it, and I'ver simply didn't have the time for that right now. Nor the inclination. It was obvious the bronze's feelings were hurt over something so simple, as respect was something the dragon highly valued. All I'ver could do was scratch Skelath's hide and smile up at him, Take me to the oasis and you can go sun. I won't ask you to help.
Only moments later, they emerged from the frigid emptiness of between, and I'ver slid off of Skelath's neck and onto the warm sand beside the oasis. He gave the dragon a scratch on the very tip of his snout, pleased to see a brief whirl of blue in those predominantly red-orange eyes before the dragon took flight.
It was a pleasure seeing you and Yours, Dioth. Good luck with your sandweyr. He thought coolly, ignoring the audacious green and Hers altogether.
Hmph. Greens.
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