Painting Larisseth

HT-Hannah - Wednesday, February 23, 2000, 4:03 PM

Candidate's Barracks
Long and low, this large room angles back into the mountain in a near-perfect rectangle, devoid of windows and hearth. A functional room — all black volcanic rock and simple earthen tapestries, there is nothing but stark simplicity in the seemingly endless rows of cots that scatter back into the shadows. A small clothespress sits at the end of each puce-covered bed — yes, puce. Every cot sports a rather gaudy and obnoxiously purple cotton coverlet, leftovers from PranksPast. Boys to the right, girls to the left. Enjoy. Hanging out on a long wooden shelf on the wall are fifteen firelizards.

You see Anely's Ebon Shrouded Cot, Jozelle's Cot, Nevarre's Cot, Deidrea's Cot, Melissa's Cot, Zali's Cot, Hannah's Secret Hideaway, Alfi's Tangled Mass o'Blankets in a Box, Orb's Cot, Saendi's Bright Blazin' Torchy Orange Cot, Zi's Cuddly Comfy Cot, Torey's Cot, Nalisa's Naptime Nest, Karnie's Kaboodle Kot, Willow's Cot, and Jacquia's Cot here.

You notice Jacquia, Deidrea, Zali, Saendi, Zidon, Melissa, Anely, and Jozelle asleep here. Karnak is here.

Obvious exits:

Anely slinks to the Caverns.

You go to the South Caverns.

South Caverns

Caverns continue to twist and tangle into a labyrinth of ancient tunnels: from high, soaring, vaulted roofs to nothing more than crawl-space at times the weyr extends deep into the mountain. Most of the walls are the smooth and glossy obsidian of ancient volcanoes, dark but for the fickle light of green-tinted glows. The floor is likewise worn by feet and time to run smooth and unbroken off to the main caverns to the north, or into the dorms and barracks in the opposite direction. Peeking at you from a ledge up high is Sploink.

Obvious exits:
Crafters' Area Living Caverns Corridor Candidate Barracks Dorms

You go to the Living Cavern.

Living Cavern

The smooth, rounded walls of the vast living cavern sweep upward from an oval base, two dragonlengths long and one wide, large enough to seat every member of the Weyr at mealtimes. The soft blackness of the lava which forms these caverns swallows glowlight, so shelves for glowbaskets abound, dotting the walls every three or four paces and casting gentle greenish light up toward the sparkles of gold volcanic glass embedded in the ceiling. Ancient lustrous tables run along the long axis of the cavern, and at the far end is the raised dais and high table, where the Weyrleaders and their honored guests eat during formal occasions. Behind the high table, the Weyr's symbol is chiseled into the stone: a smoking mountain in black, on an orange shield, trimmed in gold. Perched near the food are thirty-seven firelizards.

You see Ale Cabinet, Moufles, Nappa, What's for Dinner, a crawler in the corner, Sketch, Candidate Sketch, Sea-food Pasta Bowl, Fish Cookies, Fish Pastry Pocket, and Butter Basted Spider Claws here.

Anely is here.

Obvious exits:
Northeast Caverns Kitchens Bowl Southern Caverns

Anely slinks to the Bowl.

You head out to the bowl.

Southeastern Bowl

This area of the bowl is the highest point of the bowl floor; from here, it slopes down and to the northwest, spilling out to the plateau below the wide gap in the Weyr rim to the west. Various tunnels here lead into the Weyr's inner caverns; the living caverns, hatching grounds, and main Weyr tunnel all branch off from here. To the west lie the stables where the Weyr's runners are housed. There is also a stone stairway that leads up to the Weyrleader's weyrs. It is a spring late night.

Perched on rocky crags about the bowl are Etera and Mosfet.

Brown Morath, brown Sevareth, green Nyolith, and blue Celth are here.

You see Note here.

Anely is here.

Obvious exits:
Hatching Cavern Central Bowl Weyr Tunnel Living Caverns

Anely slinks to the Central Bowl.

You go to the Central Bowl.

Central Bowl

You stand in the center of the Ista Weyr bowl. You feel small as you crane your neck to look into the sky, at the towering five pinnacles of the Weyr rim, so tall they seem to reach into the clouds. The bowl floor slopes gently upward to the southeast, where various tunnels lead to the hatching grounds, ground weyrs, and living caverns. Across the bowl to the northeast are the weyrling barracks and training grounds. You can see the Weyr's artificial waterfall as it sheets down along the northern wall of the Bowl, its pool concealed at the base of the bowl by an ethereal cloud of mist. West, the entire wall of the bowl has been blown out by some long-distant eruption, and you can see clear out to the ocean from here. The view is breathtaking. It is a spring late night.

Gliding about are Fish and Desayuno.

You see Quasar here.

Anely is here.

Obvious exits:
Northeastern Bowl Plateau Southeastern Bowl

You walk west across the bowl, emerging on the plateau.

Weyr Plateau

You stand on the broad grassy plateau of Ista Weyr, between the gaps in the Weyr Rim. An eruption long ago blew out the western wall of the Weyr, forming the plateau. The shadowy Weyr bowl stretches off to the east, and the five-pointed pinnacles of the Weyr Rim tower into the sky like fingers reaching to the clouds. West, the plateau drops off in a somewhat steep slope, down to the black sand beaches below. The glittering turquoise waters of the ocean are easily visible from here, stretching off to the horizon. It is a spring late night.

Obvious exits:
Central Bowl Forest Beach Corral

You feel the cooling breeze coming off of the ocean.

Anely comes out onto the plateau from the Weyr bowl.

Anely slinks down the trail to the beach.

You head down the trail to the beach.

Main Beach

The beach here is of a fine, glittering black sand… volcanic sand, remnants of a long-past eruption. The beach is fairly wide, which is a good thing since many of the Weyr's dragons like to come here and lounge in the sun. The crystal blue waters of the ocean roll up in gentle hissing waves on the shoreline, sometimes leaving shells or other treasures from the sea in their wake. On the north and south ends of the beach, the cliff from the plateau retreats into the forest, and trees flank the beaches. It is a spring late night.

Gliding about is Lissie.

Anely is here.

Obvious exits:
Plateau North Beach Pier Water South Beach

Karnak shuffles down the trail from the plateau.

From above, Bith soars in from above the forest.

From above, Bith wings down and lands on the beach.

Bith lands, scattering sand about with his wings.

From above, Aztereth soars in from above the forest.

From above, Aztereth wings down and lands on the beach.

Aztereth lands, scattering sand about with his wings.

Char slips from Aztereth's reedy neck, assisted by an extended limb into a gentle glide to the ground and landing with a light thump.

From above, Larisseth glides down from above the plateau.

From above, Larisseth wings down and lands on the beach.

Larisseth lands, scattering sand about with her wings.

Char grins as she slides down her lifemate's neck, clad only in her bathing suit and a pair of simple pants. She waggles a brush at the waiting candidates before turning to tug a bag of soapsand from her lifemate's side, removing his straps in the meanwhile. "Hello!"

Hannah is sitting in the sand, her legs stretched out with several buckets in front of her. She seems to be testing the liquid in side of them. "Whew.. lugging these out here was /hard/," she murmurs softly to herself, dipping a finger into reveal a bright pink dripping from the tip. "Pretty.." Gaze lifts to include the others with a shy smile, for she's feeling a bit brave this evening. "Hello!"

Bith wings his way down….landing a bit away from the others to avoid kicking up sand.

From Larisseth's neck, Elle remains atop her verdant lifemate, peering beyond the evening's darkness to the bevy of candidates on the sands -allbeit beach sands, and the dragons already present.

From Bith's neck, D'ven offers Elle a wave before he peers down at the candidates as well.

Aztereth greets Bith with a cheerful warble, nuzzling his lifemate before waddling out into the water with the eagerness of a weyrling, sending monstrous splashes into the air.

Elle swings a leg over Larisseth's neck, sliding swiftly to the ground with a *swish*.

D'ven slides from Bith's neck and lands gently on the ground.

Anely is rather content in just sitting there in her lovely raven bikini that she had made a few turns ago before she left her father's cothold. It was her favorite bathing suit, pure black yet if someone looked hard enough they might see the little bits of sapphire mingling, hiding upon the suit. As dragons land Ane's eyes instantly snap open and the nearly glowing lapis eyes focus upon every dragon and rider. Eep, what's happening? She was enjoying herself sitting in the ebony sand.

Elle hesitates a long moment before dismounting from Lari, and only doing so once the green's dragon's intentions of a trip into the sea are quite plain. The rider gives the dragon a quick pat on the rump as she ambles by, tail dragging a thick furrow in the sand. Smiling eyes follow Lari's progress towards the water, but Elle remains quite staunchly upon the beach.

Bith pads after the green, seemingly in a hurry for his swim. D'ven strides over to join Elle, glancing at the candidates,'Evening.'

Char waves to the other riders, grinning as she watches her lifemate bound out into the water. She giggles when a particularly large splash of foam-flecked saltwater hits her, ducking beneath the wave. "Aaaz."

Karnak basks in the lack of light of nearly midnight, eyes closed and mouth working silently at a sweetstick. The arrival of three unidentified flying objects — heralded by the sand sweeping onto her face — forces lazy eyes open, peering as Char's face is recognized. Well, now they're IFOs. "Hello there, rider Char, miss, sir," she greets politely, doing a crunch-salute.

Elle glances back to D'ven, saving a warm smile for him alone, "That it is, good lookin'." She gives him a most suggestive wink, but does not take a step futher towards the water.

Hannah smiles shyly to the others, a bit surprised to find dragons and riders suddenly appearing out of no where. Gaze turns to the water-bound dragons and she wonders aloud, "Bath time?" in her soft voice. Standing, she stretches her back before moving yet another bucket of liquid closer to the others. Eyeing the area critically, she bites her lip. Hum…

Larisseth plows through one wave and the next nose first, wings outstretched well above to help in balancing. And with a stomach-quaking rumble, and a flick of her tail in Bith's nose, she submerges 'till only bright orbs and nostrils are seen.

D'ven's smile is warm as he lightly touches her hand, 'Hey you.' He murmers before peering at Bith.

Char chuckles, nodding emphatically at Hannah as she tugs the loose brown pants from about her waist, allowing them to fall in a pool of soft fabric about her ankles. Stepping out of them, she grabs the pouch of soapsand and then darts out into the water after her lifemate. "Hey, Az, hold up.. you gotta have a bath before you can swim, remember?"

Bith dives after, his tail slapping the water that would drench anyone that happened to be too close.

Almirath frollicks on dainty toes, looking much like a kitten, down the trail from the plateau.

Elle was about to say something further to the bronzerider, except that she abruptly has to stumble back a step to avoid a tail-brought splashing from Bith. One extremely high-heel boot catches in a sandy depression and that is all it takes. A mad grab at D'ven to stop the falls.*Whoosh-thump* and Elle is put on her rear in the sand.

Larisseth broaches tummy-first, just waiting for someone to begin work on her. Tail continues to attempt to tickle Bith-wards, wherever that big hunka-hunka burning love went. If not peoples, then she supposes 'lizards will do.

D'ven tries to catch Elle..unfortunately he two slips and lands rather jarringly on his behind. 'Bith!' He grumbles…but bronze is nowhere to be seen.

Hannah acks and dives for her buckets, trying to spread her thin form over the tops. "Eeek! Not in the paint, Bith.." is screechedyes screechedfrom the candidate who's hair ends up trailing into the multi-colors of paint. Oh, dear. WHy didn't she put her hair up before she left the barracks—candidacy's making her lazy 'bout that. Now she has all sorts of colors dripping from her ends.

Almirath wiggles her cute lil rear and calls out a greeting. Attempting to join in the fun, the little greenie ambles over towards the water. Ooh, bath-time?

Anely languidly rises from the sand, fingers curl about the blanket before wrapping it about her waist so nothing but her bikini top and alabaster skin can be seen. "Woah… talk about getting swamped by dragons… Lets see, Kita taught me how to wash them." Or at least she thinks she did and so timidly the skimpy ebon clad candidate glides off towards the water's edge before she stops at a safe distance. Dragon waves are a /bad/ thing and she knows to be very wary of them.

Karnak raises a brow at Hannah, pressing hand to mouth in panic at the girl's now-dyed tresses. "Oh my! You should get those out, immediately, or the paint might soak into the scalp and such," the former nanny informs, brushing the sand from her dress prudently before moving to help her fellow candidate.

Elle just sits there for a long moment, then turns to look at D'ven. Stalwart, stoic… cracking. The facade is gone as the giggles attack -and she is quite possessed by them. Humility aside, she can't help but laugh, and it only increases at the sight of Hannah -giggles morph into all out laughter.

D'ven can't seem to help himself as he peers over at Hannah, laughter erupting from him despite his attempts to stifle it.

Char waves towards the candidates as she begins to take the brush to sky kissed hide, Aztereth lowering his body for easier access to the higher reaches of his form. "If anyone wants to help, find a brush. I'm sure Az wouldn't mind the extra attention, and I know /I/ wouldn't mind the help!"

Hannah whimpers, only able to imagine what her hair looks like now awash in bright oranges, pinks, blues, and greens. A bit of her moon-pale tresses landed in all of her colors. Oh dear. "Oooh.." she groans as she straightens, feeling the stuff dripping down her back. "…deaaar." Gulp.

Elle plants one hand in the dark sand, the other goes to push at D'ven playfully. But she can't help but comment on Hannah's perdicament, "'Bout a pretty as a striped sweetstick, dearie." And with such a lame comment, it just sets her off once more into laughter.

Anely timidly presses a foot forwards to let a toe taste of the waters, or at least see how cold they are. A shiver dances down the ebon clad candidate and before she realizes what she's doing her towel is pulled away and tossed up to dryer land. Lapis eyes then dance about the shore for a brush but none is found and Anely just look helplessly out at Char. "I can't find a brush…" Is said in a near pout as she once again reaches out with a toe to touch the cool liquid. Brrr, is she sure she wants to go in there?

Larisseth swishes along on her back 'till she near to bumps into Aztereth as she passes languadly by, a socialbe warble of greeting to him.

Hannah's mouth hangs open like a fish. She blinks. Then she herselfthis really shy girlbursts into laughter herself. " I don't think I'll be pretty for the Hatching.." Gaze strays to the dragons in the water and she decides to leave her dyes for the moment and help char. Maybe it'll wash out some of these garish colors. She can hope.. can't she?

D'ven look skyward at Elle's comment but he too is laughing as well. Bith has emerged to take a breath…just floating lazily.

Karnak can't help but giggle in the tumult of good humor, despite it being at the cost of a fellow candie. Tilting her head at Hannah's apparant decisiveness, she follows suit with the silent offer to help, moving towards the water's edge with a wet slosh of skirts.

Elle makes as if to playful punch at D'ven again as her laughter subsides momentarily, "NopeNope, won't get that out any time soon. Not with hair like that. Soak in as well as dye takes to sisal. Believe you, me." And another idle thwap towards D'ven, "Sweetstick! Ha!"

Char waggles her brush in the direction of Aztereth's straps. "There ought to be one over there somewhere," she calls across the water. "If not.." she shrugs. "You could always go back to the caverns and ask the drudges there."

D'ven reahces over to lightly tickle the greenrider before advising Hannah, 'Perhaps it you got into the water quickly and svrubbed it out?'

Aztereth returns the warbled greeting, almost knocking Char over as he stretches his neck after the green. "Az!" comes the vehement protest from the bluerider.

Karnak volunteers audibly to go find a brush, though by the look on her face, the candidate's more likely to tumble into a drudge than request anything of one. Snooore.

Karnak shuffles to the Pier.

Larisseth slowly wavers her tail from side to side, sinuous, as she floats right on by, reaching out to nudge her muzzle to his before moving on. Back grates upon the sand below, eliciting a draconic purr at the most delightful and unexpected scratching.

Hannah filches a scrubbie from where Char said they'd be and starts to wade into the water, nodding towards D'ven, "Good idea." Ducking underwater, a cloud of color heralding her treck through the water. Popping up near Char, her pale hair lays plastered against her head, the streaks of color only mildly less bright. "You need help?" is inquired softly of Char with a glance at Aztereth.

Char giggles. "Well, needing it and wanting it are two different things, but if they were the same, I would have to say yes." Her eyes dance with impish amusement as she tosses the soapsand to Hannah. "Lather some of that on the brush and then apply it to his hide like this.." she moves her brush in a circular motion. "Scrub him good, but not too hard."

"Ah ha!" Anely lets her hand fall to the ground at her side and scoop up a half buried brush—probably left by a weyrling or just a lazy rider. Triumphantly she pulls the brush out of the mud like sand and waves it about at her side. "Found one!" Lashes flutter a bit before she slowly makes her way into the bitter liquid. Cold cold cold! Eyes close as the water touches her knees and continues to go up. Colder! Colder! Freezing! But all that goes away after a few moments of getting used to it. "So what do I do now?" Is inquired as she makes it as close as she dares to Char.

Elle turns away from D'ven's tickle, choking on her giggles. *Hic*. Faranth, it was bound to happen. Her body shivers with a hiccup, a tell-tale sign she laughed just a little /too/ much. *Hic* "Lari!" greenrider calls out to the wayward dragon who is quite flagrantly ignoring any summons to return.

Char points Anely out the same way she had Hannah, showing her how one scrubs and then sends her to the other side of the big blue. "Yeah.. why don't the both of you get his other side, since you're not used to it and I am."

From above, Magnolth suddenly flashes from ::between:: with long wingsails cupped to hold the air below him; rotund body held at the ready while lean tail snakes out behind.

Hannah nods and swims closer to Aztereth, her scrubbie in hand. Dipping into the soapsand, the candidate gently rubs the stuff onto his hide, asking of him, "I'm not hurting.. am I?" Keeping her strokes strong and circular, she grins over at Anely, "Isn't this fun?" A lock of orange dipped hair gets in her way. Sigh. That paint just didn't come out.

From above, Magnolth wings down and lands on the beach.

Magnolth lands, scattering sand about with his wings.

D'ven finally leaves Elle's side as Bith comes padding towards him, 'Alright' He tells the bronze good naturedly as he grabs a brush from his pack before he sets to work starting at the base the bronzes' neckridges.

"Fun? I'm freezing my butt off here! But at least it's better then being kisses by the old Weyrlingmaster!" The candidate rolls her lapis colored eyes before she follows Hannah's example and gets some of the soapsand upon her brush and gently but tough enough starts to scrub at the hide of the blue. Ahh, the joys of being a candidate, you get to wash dragons, get chased about the weyr by them, and touch their eggs. Who cares about the chores, she had to do nearly as much at the Healer Hall!

Elle's body shakes in another hiccup as she eventually pushes to her feet, groaning about tight leathers. *Hic* "Lets get you oiled, Lari. C'mon in." And yet, Elle still doesn't touch one toe in the water, as she is vary carefull to stay well away from it.

Larisseth makes a point of swimming away from shore, around Aztereth and his scrubbers with just enough of a wake to make waves. A round-about curl and she flips over to her tummy to come into shore, this time walking with her tail up and out of the sand.

"C'ran is not that old." D'ven reminds Anely mildly. Char blinks, leaning out around Aztereth's reedy neck to peer at the complaining Anely.

"Cold? /Cold/??? Where are you from, girl? It's spring! The water's /wonderful/!" Of course, Char would think the water wonderful any time of year at any temperature.. but that's just her. "Oh.. and Aztereth says you're scrubbing just fine.. was that Hannah?"

Midnight'd laticed wings bring a safe landing upon the beach — slightly away from the dragon washing group as not to douse them with the ebon sand.

Magnolth immidiately snorts, shaking his head from side to side with the accompainying sneeze as he delicately folds his expanse of wings along his side. Atop, nestled betwist secure neckridges, Lyne takes on a position of leisure, chuckling towards the Candidates. "Good thing you've already had your bath today, Nolth." she murmurs, yet this doesn't keep the blue from scootching towards the water.

Hannah calls out to Elle as she scrubs Aztereth, "You know, Larisseth would look pretty with painted talons," in a slightly teasing voice. This girl—teasing? She must be feeling particularly brazen this evening. Peering up at Aztereth, "Good. I wouldn't want to hurt you…" How will she ever do this if she Impresses. And by herself? Az is /big/.

Elle blinks and frowns at the mention of elderliness. "Hey now *hic*, we were candidates and Impressed together, C'ran and I." With those thoughts of age and premature wrinkles, she abruptly gets rid of her frown to wave Larisseth to the oil vats. A glance sea-wards to Hannah, "Painted talons?" Oh, concept, "What color?"

He's over ten turns old then me! I know that much, Anely /almost/ snaps those words to D'ven but abruptly holds her tongue as Elle speaks. Oops… But she just stays silent and furrows her brows as she scrubs a bit harder on the blue hard—it's what happens when your not paying attention sometimes you know? The newest landing blue gets a smile, blues are always welcome around Ane, as are greens and browns, but bronzes and golds are a bit /too/ big for her to handle and she won't even /try/ to wash them.

Hannah flashes Elle a shy grin, "I have bright pink, orange, green and blue," she says as she gestures to the buckets she fell in earlier. Lifting up the strands of her wet hair, she shows off the colors that cling to her normally moon-pale hair. Reaching up her thin arm, the candidate tries to get an unscrubbed spot. "Liking that Aztereth?" is asked.

D'ven seems used to scrubbing the bulky bronze, moving automatically as he works. He raises a brow as he looks over and notices Anely's expression. A soft chuckle escapes the rider as he sets back to work.

From Magnolth's neck, "Pink, orange, green, and blue." Lyne repeats with a smirk as she looks towards the buckets.

Anely is given a returned smile before the bluerider glances towards Hannah. "No yellow?" she asks, mock disappointment tainting her voice.

Magnolth could care less, however, and extends his stuby muzzle towards the buckets to give them a small nudge.

Aztereth warbles warmly as he nuzzles Hannah, lifting his foreleg so she can get underneath. Char chuckles, peering once again around her lifemate's neck to grin at D'ven. "I feel guilty having two candidates washing Az while you've got that big bulk of bronze there to clean."

Elle starts with Larisseth's ivory-pale belly, slathering the oil on as she goes. "Pink would probably look best with her coloring." A glance beyond the nite-time darkness to D'ven, "Bith *hic* would look particularly stunning in green, I believe."

D'ven snickers softly, 'I think I have had practice getting him clean by myself…I remember days, though when it would just /exhaust/ me trying to get him completely clean' D'ven blinks at Elle, 'Green? Bith…Green what?'

Larisseth thinks Bith would look lovely wrapped up in green dragon. Elle continues to rub along Lari's belly, "Green polish on *hic* his talons. He has the perfect coloring to pull it off. *hic*" Oh, she is so serious too. Bith looks best in green, he rumbles thoughtly fully as he extends a talon toward Lari as if seeking her approval.

Hannah chuckles softly, finishing her half of Aztereth's side. "I could paint her for you?" is offered shyly as the candidate moves toward the shore. "I could even paint Bith's talon's for him…" Char giggles. "I remember when Torey painted Aztereth glow in the dark." She shakes her head, rollng her eyes. "I think she really messed him up somehow in doing that."

Elle moves on down to Larisseth's haunches, admiring the green's talons as she does so. "Only if you do a thorough job, Hannah. I want it to be neat and propper. Same for Bith." And is she taking charge there too? "Pink for Larisseth, green for Bith."

Hannah smiles widely, "Okay." Glancing back at Char and Aztereth and Anely, she think's they've probably got him covered. She did her half, but now is the time for the painting of some toenails. She climbs out of the water, her multi-colored hair hanging in wet clumps down her back, and heads over to the paint. "Larisseth first?" Grunting and groaning and hauling the heavy pink bucket towards the green dragon. Smiling shyly at the green, she asks, "If you can please extend your leg so I can get to your talons..?"

Elle has disconnected.

Elle's eyes glaze over as her lids begin to droop…off to daydream about men and draggies.

D'ven settles back against Bith's foreleg as he watches, eyebrow quirked in amusement.

Char gives Aztereth a pat with the back of the brush and then sends him out into the water to rinse and play as he will. She shrieks, ducking as the big blue bounds into the water with a great playful splash.

Hannah sets about painting the talons of Larisseth with straight even strokes, making them gleam oh, so pinkishly. Grinning up at D'ven, she asks shyly, "Isn't she pretty?" Bith is neeeext, right?

Magnolth goes home.

D'ven tilts his head as he admires, 'Indeed she is pretty.' Bith carefully extents a foreleg so that can paint his talons as well.

Char drags her legs through the salt water as she heads towards the shore, bounding in and out of the water with great leaping attempts to slog through the waves. "You're actually going to let her do it?"

D'ven glances over at Char, 'Bith thinks it will look nifty'

Char chuckles, shrugging. "Well, he's bronze, what should I expect, right?" she asks, grinning impishly as she winks.

D'ven rolls his eyes, but from the expression in his eyes this is a familiar and well-liked topic, 'Next you will be telling me he is taking up all the beach.'

Hannah grins and steps away from Larisseth, admiring her handiwork. "Pretty." Moving to Bith, she readies the green paint, "Green, right?" Flashing a shy smile at the big dragon, "If you could please extend your leg.. so i can better access those talons of yours?"

Char laughs, tossing her rogue braid over her shoulder before poking at the bronzerider. "Well.. he /is/… just /look/ at him. He's.. he's.. just.. /huge/.." She cackles, pointing to the blue frisking in the water. "Now Az.. he's just the /perfect/ size."

"For a blue' D'ven teases as the bronze tilts his eyes to consider the talons. He settles on his haunches so that he can present his other foreleg with out getting sand onto the freshly painted talon.

You sense that Bith's mind touch is gentle as it slips into yours….no words, just a fleeting feeling of gratitude surrounded by the light scent of daffodils.

Char walks out.

Aztereth * laughs. oops. That was funny.

Char slips from Aztereth's reedy neck, assisted by an extended limb into a gentle glide to the ground and landing with a light thump. Char rolls her eyes. "For a blue, indeed. For /any/ dragon, D'ven." She pats the bronze affectionately on the haunch, shrugging. "Well, at least he's not a gold, right?"

OOC: D'ven meant /bith/ did that…oy.

Hannah smiles at Bith, "You're nails are going to be so pretty," she says as she works on his talons. Bright green begins to glitter wetly as the girl uses straight even strokes, "See?" she asks of D'ven and Bith, "Green looks good on him."

D'ven rumblecroons as he reaches over to whuffle char fondly, 'That would be interesting if he /had/ been gold.'

Char giggles. Uh.

OOC: Char pokes D'ven. ;)

OOC: Hannah giggles.

OOC: D'ven gacks..can you tell I am tired.

Bith rumblecroons as he reaches over to whuffle char fondly, 'That would be interesting if he /had/ been gold.'

OOC: Hannah giggles. Poor D'ven-boy.

OOC: D'ven gives up…oy ;P

OOC: D'ven says "Bith whuffled Char…D'ven /spoke/."

Hannah finishes the polishing of Bith's nails, leaving them a bright, glossy green. Smiling up at the bronze, she grins, "Thank you, Bith, for letting me paint your talons."

OOC: Hannah snuggles and knows the feeling. Her mind is also getting a bit slow. ;P

OOC: Char can tell. ;)

Bith settles back on his haunches, his eyes whirling as her considers. D'ven just fixes the bronze with a /look/. He seems to be holding back his amusement before he asks Hannah, "how long until they dry?'

Char giggles, offering another friendly pat as her eyes trail out across the water. "Hey, Az.. don't stay in too long.. you'll get all wrinkly prunish!" she calls out.

OOC: Hannah's RP has dropped badly in quality

OOC: Anely laughs… yours? Look, I'm so bad I can't even pose!

Hannah giggles, "Oh, they should be dry in about twenty minutes.." A yawn escapes the candidate as the girl's eyes close breifly. Shaking her head, she begs off sleep, "I think I better.." she mumbles," .. go to bed.." Yawn.

OOC: Hannah hugs for all the wonderful fun RP! but my brains leaking RP fluid.. I"m going from bad to worse. *wink*

OOC: Char giggles and waves.

OOC: Hannah is gonna go back to channel chat. ;P I can do that. *chuckles* Hannah moves off, managing to give Bith a parting gentle pat. "Night.. all.."

End of Log.

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