Vanity, Thy Name is NOT Moth (OPEN)

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Do I have to? Why? Moth was having a very nice time sunning, had secured herself a prime spot on the rim. Not the easiest thing to do, with no ledge of her own. And she was enjoying it, after having drilled all morning with the wing. She supposed she'd be up for another flight in a Candlemark or so, but for now she was resting. Sharding stamina. She had important business to attend to, she did not need a bath.

Because your hide's dry and it'll crack, Y'ril replied. They had this conversation every time and it always ended the same way, with them heading to the lake, Moth sulking all the while, only to forget again by the next go round.

No it won't. I'm fine.

Sure you are, Y'ril replied as he walked straight up to her, supplies in hand, buckling her riding straps with casual efficiency, But don't want the weyrleader looking at us funny now, do you?

Weyrleader gave 'em trouble enough as was, thought he was better than them just 'cause his bronze had flown a gold or something. Well, they'd show him. Moth was going to go to drills the next day gleaming with health. GLEAMING.

Snorting, Moth launched herself off the side of the rim, grateful enough to be near the top. No sense in whining about this with other dragons around, if he was going to make her do it anyway. Discord wasn't good in a pair. Besides, had he seen that takeoff? Looked perfectly natural, normal. Any dragon could have done it.

It was an excellent take off, Y'ril agreed. And now that they were airborn she was flying with ease. Good, didn't seem too tired for a short flight, Fly straight or between?

Of course she was flying straight. She didn't need between to go to the sharding lake, it was close. She might be small, but she wasn't weak. By the time she got to the lake she might have been a bit tired...But she'd flown straight, hadn't she? Descending rapidly and falling in with a bit of a plop, she didn't even feel too badly about splashing Y'ril. This was a stupid exercise.

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It was a relief for Jondalath to settle her old bones in the water. Maybe her rider hated conceding to her age, but the Green had to admit that sometimes it was nice to just relax and let someone else do all the work. With luck, there would be young folks about to help bathe and oil her, as it was beginning to get difficult for Amaril--ah, there was a spring wherry of a Green and her rider now. She was tiny, too, so maybe her rider wouldn't mind helping.

Hello, Moth. Fancy meeting you here. It is good to see you, Moth said cheerfully, as if they hadn't just seen each other that morning in their adjacent weyrs.

Amaril followed with the supplies, waving at Y'ril. They hadn't talked much since she transferred, since they were both busy with dragonriding duties. She wouldn't mind getting to know him better, so maybe this would be her chance.

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Moth snorted. Of course she was here. It was the lake, where dragons got oiled. Y'ril was responsible, followed the rules, even if said rules were a waste of time. Somewhat curtly, she greeted the other green, turning off to look in the other direction, where there was a particularly interesting bird, Hi.

There, that would do. She couldn't really think of much else to say. She certainly wasn't going to tell Jondalath she was happy to see her too or anything. She didn't even know the other green, didn't know her well enough to know she was happy to see her, at any rate.

Y'ril, meanwhile, turned to offer Amaril a polite smile and a wave. Ah yes. The old coot he'd ended up in a weyr with. At least she wasn't some jabbering teenager. He didn't have any issue with her, actually, even if she was old enough to be his grandmother, a rooming arrangement that never would have passed at a proper weyr. It wasn't like he was up to anything illicit anyway.

"Good afternoon," Y'ril nodded in greeting. No harm in a bit of idle courtesy, particularly as he had to share a weyr with the woman. Maybe she even had something of use to share. He did believe she was a weyrlingmaster, after all, and Y'ril wasn't adverse to picking up what tidbits he could, "How were your morning duties?"

OOC: My apologies for the both of them being kind of nasty.