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Down by the lakeside a great Brown dragon lay, wings stretched out half-way on either side as he soaked in the rays of the afternoon sun. His eyes were contemplative as he stared out at the great expanse of water before him, a crimson firelizard laying comfortably atop of his head and sunning herself as well. It was just the previous day that the funeral for Alumanth and her rider had been held, and in a few days' time Trine would finally be rid of the Benden Healers and riders. But what to make of them? Tereth certainly trusted the Masterhealer no more than he had before, and that feeling seemed to be mutual with everyone he encountered. The man was far to arrogant and meddlesome for his own good. But the riders? He had thought ill of them ever since Alumanth's death, but the funeral had softened him toward the small group just a bit. They had all behaved perfectly well, and that one Bronze seemed to be rather popular with many of the young dragonets. The other's gentleness had surprised him a bit even. It gave him much to think on...

Ruby let out a welcoming trill from above and Tereth lifted up his head to see who was approaching. Ah, it was the blind harper. He had not seen the other since the Hatching (at least that he could remember). Eyes whirling a calm and peaceful green, the Brown waited patiently as the other approached.

Green orbs whirled a bit brighter at Tor's expression and words. It was my pleasure, dear Harper, he replied, pulling his wings in comfortably so that there would be more free space about him. You owe me nothing. With as much pleasure as he often gained from listening to Harpers sing and play, it was the least he could do to give one equal joy. and it truly was a hatching that was not to be missed. To the flit he said, It is good to see you again as well.

From atop of his head Ruby trilled again, watching the two visitors curiously. She had not seen them before, so how did they know Tereth? Did they know her human as well? The crimson fluttered down to meet them both more closely. She reflected the image of Tor's scarf in a questioning manner. Why were his eyes covered? Didn't that make it hard to see?

Ruby trilled pleasantly as her belly was scratched, rather enjoying the positive attention. She was rather intrigued by what the brown communicated though. He showed his person stuff? That seemed a bit odd to her, but hey, if it worked then all was well.

Her name is Ruby, Tereth replied, watching with mild amusement as the crimson warmed up to them. Yes, she belongs to Mine. A bit of an accidental acquisition actually, but one that has worked out well. At this point said flit began to croon and trill a simple little tune-- the same tune she had demonstrated for Eltimioth and Hers actually-- and Tereth's amusement increased. She also seems to have taken quite a liking to musical endeavors. There almost seemed to be more meaning behind his words than what appeared on the surface, but the Brown didn't elaborate.

I can understand that, Tereth replied, unable to imagine what it might be like to not be able to see something as spectacular as a Hatching. I will be glad to show them to you. Although, you may have to remind me when the time come around again, as I likely won't remember. Ah, dragon's memory. A gift and a curse all in one. At least the humans could remember such things for them.

The brown watched on curiously as Tor moved closer before seeming to stop himself. He wasn't one who minded touching, so it bemused him somewhat when the Harper changed his mind. I should hardly think a song is necessary, he replied, both humbled and flattered by the decision. Listening to your practice and playing brings more than enough joy for me.

Ruby trilled again and fluttered back to her perch atop of Tereth's head. It was comfy up there. At least until her human returned.

The dragon paused briefly, seeming to listen to something before remarking, Mine is on his way.

The creation of new music is always a wonderful thing, Tereth agreed, more pleased with that reasoning. The brown was perfectly content to lay there and wait while the Harper lost himself to his thoughts of music. That was an easy enough thing to do after all.

"Good afternoon, Harper!" S'ren greeted amiably as he approached. It certainly had been quite a while since he had seen the other, but it was difficult to forget the harper-flit pairing. "Tor, isn't it? How have you been?"

Ruby let out a happy chirrup at the sight of her human, and immediately jumped off of Tereth's head and through Between. She reappeared directly beside the rider and was quick to land on his shoulder and cuddle into him affectionately. " heart " Her eyes whirled a happy green-blue.

"Ah, Tereth showed you the Hatching, did he? I am glad for you." That explained why the brown hadn't spoken to him much at all during that time as compared to the usual commentary that they shared during Hatchings. "Benden's return home will be a relief to many, I am sure." He wasn't about to outright speak ill of the remaining folk either, but it was no secret that their presence brought about much antagonism and stress to the Weyr. Too much had happened for that not to be so.

Even Tereth's eyes whirled with discontent at the mention of Benden, though the coloring was not nearly as strong as it had been before. I am not fond of that Healer, he said plainly to the both of them, though he gave no opinion on the rest of the company. Prior to the funeral he'd have said (and actually had said) 'out with them all,' but now... He wasn't sure.

"I'm sure we will all find out his discovery, one way or another," he remarked. If the masterhealer really had figured out what it was that was causing the fertility issue, a secret that large would be impossible to keep hidden for very long.

Whatever the case is, we are fortunate not to be affected, Tereth remarked. Trine and Malvren have held strong and true. Unlike the older Weyrs who, for whatever reason, were slowly fading away. Given their role in protecting Pern, this was definitely not a good thing. Despite all of the old Weyrs' prejudices against them, it would be best if they remained strong and well themselves.