Balancing Act (Open)

[Kiran]

Divith deeply enjoyed being washed and oiled. Didn't most dragons? But there was a special reason for the blue's fondness and it had to do with the female that was currently slathering him up. Kelsira was lovely, he adored her, but the woman didn't get out often enough for his tastes. This was one of the few times that she would actually leave her forges or weyr and Faranth help him if he let this go by without him getting her to talk to someone!

He hummed as he contemplated the lake around them. There were a few other dragons and riders getting clean there. And several certainly looked friendly enough. His tail twitched slightly, betraying the excitement and mischief building in him. A rare state for the blue, who preferred calmness and thoughtfulness over most any other emotion. But Kelsira had denied herself balance for far too long and the state was driving Divith up a wall. He was half of her, together they were whole, and when one of them was not balanced they both weren't.

This was going to be fixed immediately.

Kelsira finished with the oiling and crossed her arms, looking her dragon over. She was quite pleased with the results, his hide as shining and lovely as her burnished metals. "Okay, we're done here. How about we head back to- DIVITH!" The blue had taken wing suddenly and grasped her underneath her arms, hauling her a few feet into the air and aiming towards one of the other dragon/rider pairs.

Kelsira, I believe I am feeling like playing today. How about we get this other pair to join us? She could almost hear the smugness in the blue's voice as he hauled her over and let her drop into the water beside them, sending a huge splash up into the air. She came up sputtering and coughing and more than anything shaking, the cold seeping into her bones.

"Divith! It's c-c-cold! BRAT!" She yelled up at the dragon that hovered in the air above them, well protected from any potential retribution. Kelsira attempted to stand up, her joints locking from the low temperature of the water. "I'm so sorry, Divith just decided to play a prank. I don't know what's gotten into him lately, he's been just so temperamental, and.... Sorry." It was a weak ending to her little apology but the best she could do as water streamed down her face and clothes.

[Digitalis]

Anya and Penteryth had just returned from a successful hunt, and a successful hunt of course meant that the pink dragon's hide was a mess of gore. Which was why the pair were at the lake, where Penteryth bathed and Anya tried to scrub the worst spots of blood off of her hide. The pink had taken care to choose the most downstream, out-of-the-way spot she could find, but there were still far too many other dragon pairs around for Anya's liking. She tried to ignore them, instead focusing all of her attention on Penteryth's hide to make it gleam.

...Granted, it was hard to ignore someone when a dragon practically threw them at you. Anya and Penteryth were equally startled by the young woman who came splashing down beside them, and definitely didn't have any time to get out of the way. Penteryth didn't mind the splashing so much--that was what baths were for, after all--but even though bathing a dragon inevitably led to getting soaked, Anya had been hoping to at least keep her hair and face dry. This was not her lucky day.

A wave of water splashed over her face, and in its wake it left Anya with a mess of drenched brown hair in her face and stinging water in her eyes. Watch the temper, Penteryth warned before her rider could react. Just as well, since her first reaction would have been to give the other rider a tongue-lashing about how to control one's dragon and thinking about other people occasionally. After wiping the lakewater from her eyes, Anya settled for a glare at the blue and his rider. Well, at least the rider's apology proved that she knew who was in the wrong here.

Sensing a social disaster if Anya voiced her thoughts, Penteryth took the lead. Even if This one doesn't appreciate the impromptu bath, I suppose it helped more than hindered, the pink said dryly. Then, to Anya, she added, You should introduce us. A little social interaction won't hurt.

Anya gave a slight roll of her eyes in annoyance, but followed Penteryth's lead anyway. "I'm Anya. This is my dragon, Penteryth. You?"

[Kiran]

It was impossible not to see the irritation and anger in the pinkrider's expression. Kelsira had to fight off the urge to be defensive in turn, not to turn her back on the woman and just leave. That wasn't polite. And Kelsira strove for perfection. Perfection meant being polite even in the face of someone's anger and disapproval. Adressed by the dragon first, Kelsira was a touch relieved that the pink didn't mind the situation so much. It was followed by an introduction by the rider. "Kelsira. The blue hovering above us is Divith."

The blue promptly landed next to Kelsira, sending a smaller wave of water up over the tops of her boots. The bluerider had to stop herself from shivering at the cold temperature of the water. She would be as blue as her dragon by the time they got to their weyr! Mine is also due for social interaction. She is quite absorbed in her personal projects lately. It is not healthy for her to shut herself away. Yours is similar? The blue was also due for social interaction and decided to make the best of it. Divith politely inquiried about the pink and her rider. Might as well make friends. Ones that were most decidedly not an immediate Flight risk.

Kelsira had made that above and beyond clear the last time that he had taken to the skies. She also had not been receptive to the argument that he hadn't Chased a female in ages and as such was merely balancing the accounts.

The blue avoided the space his rider was occupying with all due respect and cocked a whirling blue eye at the pink, waiting for her response. In the meanwhile, Kelsira held out her hand for a proper introduction this time around, coupled with an offer. "Since Divith saw fit to help bathe your dragon, perhaps I should follow suit. Would you care for any help with her?" Silly thing to offer, there were plenty of weyrlings about and Candidates that would be thrilled to wash up an actual dragon, but it was the only thing she could offer on-hand as an apology for the incident.