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It was the last night of the Dragon Games. All winners were announced and C'tis was as smug as a tunnelsnake in a flitt nest. He'd won a minor wrestling contest, done well enough in the bonded obstacle course, he'd had fun terrorizing the judges with Fang in the flitt showing and most importantly he had contributed to his wing - his newly formed wing - winning the most important event of the games: the Wing Relay. Not that he was smug or anything of the kind of course.

Though the evening was firmly turned to night by now C'tis had no intention of retiring to his weyr yet, though had his 'mate been there to murmur the idea in his ear he'd have gone along like a shot. As it was however Roche was otherwise occupied which left him with a skin of wine and a light, thoroughly smug and self satisfied heart. There were a few traders still around, trying to flog the last of their wares before they were encouraged to move along in the morning. C'tis poked at the assorted wares with mild interest while up on his shoulder Fang treated the stallholders to predatory glares.

Malcarreth meanwhile was flopped down on the shore of the south-eastern lake, trying to ignore the ache of his muscles; flying for a day and a half at a near sprint half the time was not what a green-sized blue was designed for and he was paying for it now. He felt a lot better than he had the first couple of days after their leg but he still twinged and was very glad that nothing much had been asked of them recently.

Who was that?... Oh yes, Experath. It was hard not to know Experath. Malcarreth yawned and flicked his tail tip lazily. <> he reported. <>

C'tis meanwhile had moved onto a leather goods stall, where he was inspecting a set of saddlebags thoughtfully. Good quality, still quite pricey, he did need some new ones really and good leather lasted so well as long as you kept it oiled to stop the cold from cracking it. Plus he just liked leather, especially handsomely tooled leather such as this, there were stylised vine-like designs that put him in mind of Trine's deep jungle.

Malcarreth gave a huff of amusement and rolled right over onto his back, his wings and back legs splayed out like a starfish and his front legs tucked up on his chest. <> In a bad mood he would hate dragons like Experath but in a good mood he found the bronze's manner endearing, and he was certainly in a good mood right now.

C'tis turned to N'oka with a crooked grin that flashed with gold where a fight-chipped tooth had been capped in the precious metal. "Better believe it, and taking advantage of last minute bargains. Who says multi tasking is solely the province of women? And yourself? Not drowning your sorrows at all? Your poor mighty leader D'lin must be smarting to be bested by two crimson led wings and a one led by a bronze who believes in colour equality rather than the superiority of his hue."

Malcarreth gave Experath an upside-down grin and shrugged mentally. <> he huffed, <>

"No? None at all?" C'tis was still grinning, toying idly with the buckles on the bags he was considering. "Aren't you sad your wing won't be going on to the Pern Games? It's the biggest d**k measuring contest there is! Or do you prefer to keep yours to yourself?" C'tis looked N'oka up and down, gaze lingering for a moment on one place in particular before he met the bronze rider's eyes again and arched an eyebrow. "Surely a strapping bronzer like yourself has something to brag about?"

<> Malcarreth agreed with a rumbling chuckle. <>

"Sounds a bit boring," C'tis replied happily, taking another sip of his wine and reaching up to stroke Fang. "We'll certainly do our best again.... So what are you looking for? I think there's a stall a few down that sells more specialised 'harnesses'. They put fleece and fur on the inside to make them more comfortable around the wrist." Could he get a rise - haha, not that kind - out of this guy? He hoped so! It would make a fun night even more fun. "They might give you a discount if you tell them I sent you."

Malcarreth chuckled but he was feeling too relaxed and well disposed to the world to be cruel to the sweet clueless bronze. <> he said easily, closely followed by; <>

C'tis grinned some more. "Well no, they're travelling traders but I put in a nice order with them and I know where they're based so if you're not ready to buy just yet we can always fly over there together sometime. That way you could see their full range! They told me that have some equipment you can use to fully suspend people with, sounds fascinating don't you think?" This was way too much fun.

<> Malcarreth replied. <>

C'tis smirked, his gold tooth flashing once again. "Oh yes, it rather was! I didn't promise it would be a good discount mind you but every bit helps right? And you know what they say, the work you put in it what you put out! Oh, sorry," the smirk got bigger, "get out."

<> Malcarreth rolled back onto his belly and rested his chin on his crossed forefeet. <> he said with approval in his tone. <>

"Well you could always ask the price and then drop my name, see what happens," C'tis suggested with a rolling deep purr. "All up to you though, whatever you like. Oh, you," he turned to look at the trader who owned the stall at last and gestured to the saddlebags. "How much for these?" As he spoke he shifted his shoulders and Fang hissed.

The trader, who'd had a busy couple of weeks, muttered a very fair price under his breath.

C'tis hummed. "Half a mark less and you have a sale, friend. Hey, maybe N'oka will do you a dance to make up the difference?" Hahahahahaha!