Who needs breathing anyway?|

[Onyxaeon]

Just try to ruin her delight:
It's a difficult endeaver.
She doesn't walk, she's always prancing,
Only when she isn't dancing.
Share your world, she'll make them lighter.
The future's bright but she is brighter.

.:/Tain/.::.\Mistith\:.[/center][/color][/size][/b]


A soft, mellifluous giggle bubbled forth from the young brunette's lips as a wall of water crashed over her. The icy liquid rained down, the drops pelting the petite rider's body to a point where it was impossible to find a dry location upon her, let alone the nearby shoreline. The forest green dragon that had been paddling some slight distance ahead of her, in the far deeper waters, was rumbling lightly to herself as well, a draconic grin of amusing proportions lighting her contented green-blue eyes and maw. The humor lifted the dreary day's spirits, the simple gift of play so rare that it was contagious, and hardly a soul could pass by Lake Rhaser and not smile in mirth.

The pair settled in the lake had come, initially, to bathe the cheerful Green. That did not hold true to the end, though. As soon as the young dragon had dove into the waters-for her girth was slight enough that she could indeed swim there-the cleaning rags and oils had been abandoned for an afternoon of fun. It was a rare treat these days to be able to relax as they currently were and, many times throughout the afternoon, several other riders and dragons had joined in on their folly as well as a few flits. As the day had worn on, however, they were the only to remain in the actually glacial waters, the temperature a deterrent to most to stay in despite the delight that could be found. Even Tain's-the young Green's rider-flit, Sable, had finally taken to resting upon one of the boulders lining the shore and it was then that Tain spoke up. She knew well if they did not leave soon, Mistith, with her boundless enthusiasm, would keep them there till past dawn of the following day. That was just her way, though. She never did anything halfway: couldn't. It was a physical impossibility for the Green to start something and not finish it. Neither of these were flaws, at least not to the Green or her rider, but they did change the opinion of the riders who worked alongside the Green and Hers. They were by no means typical Greenriders. They flirted, sure, and even indulged in their fair share of proddiness, but not like the rest of the population. Where things such as betweening were common, Tain and her Mistith shunned and even went so far as to abhor the practice. One could not simply lump them in with the rest, for it would not do them their justice, though that silly mistake was rarely made with the two. The Weyr had learned they were special, if only because of their fiery spirit.

"Alright, come on, love," the Greenrider said with a mildly regretful sigh as she rung out her drenched locks. Ah, what a grand day it had been but, alas, it was time to head home. They had watch duty tomorrow at noon, and one needed sleep for such a tiring job. "It's time we head back to our weyr. You know what all we have to do tomorrow, and I don't want you proddy: we get enough when you are about to fly." Tain smirked, her teasing look evident as she began to wade back to the shore. Her departure was short lived, though, its prevention being a forest green tail encircling her and dragging her back and up against a lithe, sprightly body. A mock sigh of exasperation escaped her, her emerald green orbs rolling lightly.

But Mine, there's still light out! Please? I was having so much fun and you were too! The little dragon had what was possibly the most pathetic look about her face, her eyes and words trying to coax Hers into staying, though she knew well they had been there the greater portion of the day. The flits are still playing, and a late bather could come. Please? Just a few more hours?

"It'll be dark soon, sweet and, though we are on the Southern Continent, it does get cool here. It is winter and all." The rider was only fighting the inevitable and she very well knew it. Shards, anything Mistith desired Hers would try her damnedest to get for her, and it had been that way since the day the girl had Impressed. They were just too alike and understood each other so well: they were sisters through to the blood, and it did not matter one was beast and the other human. Oftentimes they both forgot they were not either human or a dragon, but that bond had only served them well. It would, undoubtedly, continue to do so. "I suppose a few more hours wouldn't-" Oh, thank you, thank you, Mine! the Green interrupted, hugging Hers close in a tight hug with her tail still embracing the rider.

"Mistith, love, I still need to breathe!" she squeaked out, trying to squirm away and failing miserably. Even though the Green was not necessarily large she was still pretty darn strong!

Psht! Who needs breathing anyway? The Green was only teasing, of course, and hugged Tain closer for just a moment before releasing Hers.


Word Count: 902

[Lyrikitty]

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew a Hallelujah.

.::F'st~*~Typhith::.

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//WAKE NOW!// Not only were the loud vocals pounded into F'st's skull, but the growl of an irate Emerald joined them, as Typhith shoved his skull into the weyr and clicked his teeth menacingly. He had no intention of actually doing any harm, but found that a very good way to wake someone was to threaten to remove a leg.

F'st fell to the floor, scooting away from the Emerald quickly and muttering an oathe at the beast. //Good, you're up. We're going to the lake. Get dressed.// With that, the head was withdrawn, and F'st was left in peace while he tugged on a tunic and leggings, adding boots and then stomped out to the Emerald. "What was that all about, you flit? I was trying to get some sleep, and it's getting late. What is at the lake you want so sharding badly?" He was in a foul mood due to his awakening, though he was calmly quickly, and even before Ty could reply, F'st shook his head and held up a hand to stop the Emerald. "Never mind. Let's go." He moved to the side of the large dragon, though for his color he was a runt, he was easily the second largest dragon in the Weyr, only a hair's breadth smaller than Varanth. As F'st hauled himself onto the dragon's neck, Typhith sighed, waiting for his rider to be seated before moving to their ledge and dropping off, his wings unfurling as they caiired him and his rider to the lake. To F'st's displeasure, there was another dragon and rider already there, and though he'd been in the Weyr for some time, and likely had attended the Impression of this pair, he couldn't think of who they were.

His thinking was cut shourt, for withough warning, Typhith rolled, dumping his rider into the lake uncerimoniously and then let himself sink to the water as well, much more gently. "Shard it Ty!" He howled as he sputtered, surfacing and glaring at the Emerald. //You'll live. Now, come bathe me. I'm dirty, and I wish to be clean.//[/color] With a groan, F'st swam to the Emerald, trying to ignore the Green andher rider as best he could, feeling akward for interrupting their play just because his dragon decided to take a bath late in the afternoon. /Why do you do these things to us?/ It wasn't as if the Emerald was usually eager for company, however, to F'st horror, Typhith rumbled, and called out a greeting to the Green. //Good day, Mistith. I see you've talked Yours into a bit of play.//[/color] He smirked down at F'st and extended his wings to let them float lazily atop the chill water.

F'st averted his eyes from the pair, keeping his gaze locked on his Emerald and nothing more. Did the Emerald not understand that they weren't the most popular of residents, anywhere? They'd been removed from their native Weyr because they didn't fit in, they were outcasted by many in Talune because Ty was so large, compared to the rest of the dragons, and no one else had wanted the beast eaither, for most had either full wings, or the runty Emerald was useless to them. And here he went, cheerfully calling out to a Green, who had been perfectly happy playing with her rider without the Emerald being here, and acing social. Sometimes F'st swore the Emerald went out of his way to make things difficult. Sure, the dragon loved F'st, and was protective and shockingly affectionate, but there were times when his actions were just mean. //You need to make a friend in the Weyr, and Mistith is a sweet dragon. I've not heard anything rude from her personally. Unless you'd rather go back and be amicable to Ziinyth's back in Crystal Cavern. He's always seemed friendly and open.//[/color] Of course, this was sarcasm, for anyone who knew K'ist knew he was stand-offish, stubborn, and most deiffinately better off alone in general. However, the Emerald had a point. They needed to have a few people in the Weyr they could call friends, and why not start with this pair?



Word count: 852
Character: F'st of Typhith
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[Onyxaeon]

Just try to ruin her delight:
It's a difficult endeaver.
She doesn't walk, she's always prancing,
Only when she isn't dancing.
Share your world, she'll make them lighter.
The future's bright but she is brighter.

.:/Tain/.::.\Mistith\:.[/center][/color][/size][/b]


A flash of canopy green wings shot out, propelled by surprise and instinct, to encase the slight human before the Green as the dark green body that was Typhith dove into Lake Rhaser. The disturbed waters churned, the impact causing the surface of the lake to suck inward before, in a large burst, droplets of water exploded forth, cascading down heavy enough to be mistaken for a sudden rain. Only once another human's voice-F'st's-could be ascertained, did Mistith let go of Hers, shaking her wings to dispel the curtain of water that had drenched her body. As her body language cleared-the way she had acted, she appeared not to trust Typhith when, in truth, she saw noting against the Emerald-her head lifted up, craning itself slightly to catch the gaze of the much bigger dragon. Faranth, he was huge! Almost intimidatingly so because, unlike Varanth who was her sire and she had known all her life was really just a gentle giant, Typhith was new and foreign. Even his color was out of place in this Weyr but, oddly, it began to tug at her curiosity and then, soon after when his tale came to mind, her heartstrings. He was an outcast, a loner, but not by choice. What must it be like to be forced to live where no one wanted you and banished from a home so dear? She certainly knew nothing of that-she had lived in Talune her entire life, hatched from birth on these sands. She had never had trouble making friends, either, because her personality wouldn't allow that to be hard. She and her rider were just so randomly optimistic, it sucked people in. ow could she ever hope to relate? The answer: she couldn't. An apologetic croon stumbled from her maw, the Green ashamed of how she had acted, though her protective side could not be handled so why she was apologizing for guarding Hers like she should have was ridiculous. Without knowing his pain, she could not truly sympathize, but she could give him her comfort. He surely needed it more than he let on.

I'm sorry, Typhith. I didn't mean to react that way, it's just that you startled me. Mine is my world, and even in a Weyr around people I have known my entire life, I can't really be sure of much. The Green crooned again, her sweetest little apology, before she felt Hers lifting a wing to see the Emerald and his rider. Mistith, love, you worry far too much. Typhith is very protective of His too or, at least from what I've seen he is. The two of us being in different wings and all, it's hard to get to known someone, but I'm certain he wont mind. Now, don't fret and go talk to him. He looks like it couldn't hurt to hear a friendly voice. Tain turned her attention then, a cheerful grin about her features as her eyes wandered over to F'st. That same mirth so etched in her face was written in those pools that so resembled Mistith's hide.

"Sorry about that. Mistith just had to keep me here all day to bathe her, and she actually hasn't even gotten to the point of being touched by a cleaning rag, nor anywhere near oil all day." Tain chuckled lightly, ducking around her Green's body and her teasing wing that had extended to swat at her, like a mother scolding her young in a public place to be nicer. She gracefully swam the short distance to F'st and Typhith's great pillar of a leg, her body resting at ease even though it was not necessarily known all the creatures that had collected in the murky depths of Lake Rhaser over the turns. "Evening. F'st, isn't it? I'm Tain, and you already know that silly Green over there is Mistith." This bout of jest earned a snort from the Green, a pivoting roll of draconic eyes showing the humor of the moment effortlessly. "What brings you here this late?"

Mine is so silly. Mistith seemed to reflect on tis a moment, her wedged head shaking momentarily to clear her troubled thoughts. It didn't matter: they still managed to make their way into her words. I hope Yours doesn't mind. If we get on your nerves, please, just let us know. I hate being a burden, and so does Mine. Mistith's tail twitched worriedly, creating faint ripples that scurried across the water's surface to stroke the shore lightly. It wasn't that new people scared her-no, she was in fact quite in her element with new faces-but that, as it stood, Typhith had somehow managed to knock her feet out from under her, and she felt every bit the fledgling she was beside him. He had so much more than age on her, and it was mildly frightening.

Word Count: 856[/size]

[Lyrikitty]

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew a Hallelujah.

.::F'st~*~Typhith::.

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Ty blinked lazily as the Green swam over, dipping his head slightly to her in response. Her reaction hadn't come entirely as a shock, for... Well looking at him, and looking at her, there was a large difference in size, in appearance. He looked, to be frank, rather intimidating even at the best of times, for a scaled dragon was rare outside of Crystal Cavern, and in this Weyr he was behemoth. Such a reaction was easily forgiven, and when put so sweetly it was impossible not to let a smile touch the corners of his lips. //Have no worries, Mistith. It takes more than an urge of protectiveness for something so dear as one's bonded to offend me. Were I you I would have reacted the same, I am sure.//[/color][/font] His tail twitched though, a dark snake in the water's depths, as he thought.

F'st continued to avert his eyes to Typhith's glossy hide, cursing himself silently, cursing Ty for bringing him here, cursing more than a few things. All he wanted was peace, a little bit of time to be alone, to have people stay away, just like they were supposed to and all. /Ty-///Hush you. Talk to the rider, or I may do something embarassing.//[/b][/color][/font] F'st groaned, looking from the corner of one stormy eye at the small rider. So she was pretty, he'd admit that, and she seemed cheerful enough. Too cheerful. She had to be up to something. //MineF'st, stop those thoughts right now. I assure you, you won't like wht I'm planning if you continue to be stubborn. Say hello, ask how she is, something.//[/color][/font] F'st closed his gray eyes, tilting his head toward the water and letting his pale hair slide forward to sheild his face. As if it would do any good. "Hello. Yes, I'm F'st, and Ty made sure that I knew the Green was Mistith." /Happy?/ Typhith's scathing response to that made F'st grumble and splash water at the Emerald, and finally turn himself to look /at/ Tain fully, facing her. He still kept his head turned down, looking up at her. "The Emerald is Typhith, though in this Weyr I think everyone knows him. He brought us here, I was sleeping until he decided to rouse me rudely."

The Emerald rumbled in amusement and shook his head, speaking so that both F'st and Mistith would hear him now. //I was perfectly polite, and you've not got a harmed hair apon your head, have you? Anyhow Mistith, Mine is a bit shy, as you could likely tell. He may not be thrilled to be here, but it is good for him, and I am perfectly happy to have had the pleasure of comming across you and Yours today.//[/font] The Emerald spared another glance at F'st, just to be sure the pale rider was behaving himself, before returning his attention to Mistith. She was a prettly little thing, little being a keyword there, and from what he could tell, she looked like she may be due to Rise soon. Wouldn't F'st just be thrilled if the Emerald chose to participate? That was a pleasent thougth, for F'st was never happy when Typhith flew a female, it meant that the rider had to interact with another. He would simply have to get over that, Ty decided rather randomly, but then again, that was exactly what had spurred the Emerald to come tot he lake so late. He had no intention of a bath, not enough time for it, but it had been a rather clever way to get F'st up and moving.



Word Count: 757
Character: F'st of Typhith
Notes: What font did you use for the names? I rather like it, and may use it later on for someone.

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[Onyxaeon]

Just try to ruin her delight:
It's a difficult endeavor.
She doesn't walk, she's always prancing,
Only when she isn't dancing.
Share your world, she'll make them lighter.
The future's bright but she is brighter.

.:/Tain/.::.\Mistith\:.[/center][/color][/size][/b]


Really now? That's okay. Mine is a little shy sometimes too, so it doesn't really matter. But, I promise F'st, Mistith said reassuringly, turning her attention to the Emerald's rider, Mine and I aren't scary at all. We'll be nice, and the worst you'll get from Mine would probably be a random glomp when you turn a corner. The Green pipped up at Typhith's own reassurances, her tail sliding under the water's surface and creating a small current in the swarthy depths. True, she was quick to recover from any blow what with her bouncy, cheery side and all. Even if someone had managed to hurt or anger her, she always forgot about it the very next morning. It was as though when she went to sleep, her slate was wiped clean and everyone she could possibly have held a grudge against received a second chance. Something anyone would do well to take note of, because it was a valuable thing to know about Mistith. Lucky Typhith, he had learned this early where as many others had had to wait a lot longer for just a glimpse of that side to the dragon.

In any case, thank you, Typhith. That was very sweet of you and-Wow, your scales really, really catch the fading light. Her much smaller wedged shaped head tilted to one side in a very canine like fashion as she studied his body curiously, watching the large scales glisten as the afternoon light began to dull and leave the Weyr's view. Se herself didn't ave scales, as most dragons of Pern, and this little oddity about him roused her curiosity. I myself don't have scales, so, my hide wont even shine like that. See? Her neck craned, turning about to study her own back. Her body arced in a feline manner, body turning in the water in this impossibly flexible maneuver. What an adorable position! So cute, in fact, that Hers could not resist a giggle, for she was watching the two intently.

I heard that, Mine. Mistith reminded Hers, trying to sound mean when, in fact, it sounded nothing of the sort and rather playful. I know: you were meant to. Now, have fun with Typhith and stop trying to pay attention to F'st and me. He doesn't like attention. The Green nodded to this, her eyes and mind going back to studying her own hide and how it differed to Typhith's.

"I'm sorry, it's just hard not to laugh at the two of them, don't you think so? I mean, Typhith is so large compared, and scaled to boot. You don't see many scaled dragons, at least not if you stay in Talune." She reclined back in the deep water, her body floating weightless in the embrace of the lake. Indeed, the poor Emeraldrider would likely continue to further have his feet knocked out from under from Mistith's behavior, not even mentioning Tain's. After all, it was so very out of the norm for someone to relax almost immediately around someone with their barriers down. How would he react? "You know, I'm kinda glad he did. I haven't really gotten the chance to meet you yet, and it's almost depressing because I like to get to know all kinds of people. You know, you don't deserve what all you get from the riders here." Tain's head lifted, her body sliding back up into a floating position and her eyes sweetly serious. She truly felt what she was speaking of. "Just because you're not from here doesn't mean anything. I'm sick of people with their heads stuck up their arses."


Notes: God, that was awful. -Heads desk-[/size][/color]

[Lyrikitty]

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew a Hallelujah.

.::F'st~*~Typhith::.

Ty gave a soft rumble at the antics of the Green. Were he the sort to hold a grudge, he'd have been unable. Too sweet were her actions, her words. With a small nod, he craned his neck to peer at his own scaled chest and thighs. Their pale hue standing against the darker tones of his body, the stripes that went from head to tail, his pale underside, the same tone as his scalesd, minus the lovely sheen they held, yes, he could be considered an oddity. He drifted his gaze from hisinspection of himself to look at Mistith closer, his neck stretching to allow him a better veiw of the little dragon. A tiny thing she was! They both seemed on the small side, for their color, but lord, if she were placed beside a normal Emerald, she's disappear. The thought, and image that came to mind, brought forth another rumble of laughter from the dragon, and he drew his skull back again, utterly ignoring F'st now, and leaving the rider to his own troubles. Which were great, for so anti-social a man.

F'st was in a horrible place. In fact, he'd almost rather cross a Snow with a clutch on the sands than have to have a conversation with anyone, much less someone who seemed so willing to chat, so accepting of his odd dragon, and even worse, his odd self. What was wrong with her? He looked at the water, it's murky depths concealing only Faranth knew what, and tried to think of something that would get him out of the situation, for to him this was torture, inflicted by the one soul he was supposed to be able to trust, who was supposed to have his back. Traitor. For a moment he hoped the Emerald would respond, but it seemed that Ty was determined he was going to let F'st try and save himself.

//I think it comes with being an Emerald, many of the dragons at Crystal Cavern Weyr are very shiney. You should see our-//

He stopped himself, mentally backtracking to correct the slip. //Their Pearls. And the Topaz. Both put Emeralds to shame. The Rubys are very similar to myself, though red. The stripes are just a odd thing, like my own runty size. I think the only dragons there that don't have scales of some sort are the Springs.// He nodded slightly, trying not to seem disturbed by his own mistake inj speech. He should have known better, should have been able to catch himself, should have never even thought of it as his Weyr. Talune was his Weyr, for all that was worth.

F'st scowled over at Typhith a final time, as if it was his fault entirely, which for this time t was, before glancing again at Tain. What was he supposed to say? So lost in his own thoughts it took him a few moments to process just what the Greenrider had said last. When it finally registered, he floundered, sinking beneath the surface for a moment until a thick tail propelled him back up, holding him there subtly until the Emerald was sure F'st wasn't going to drown, then pulled his tail back to himself, letting it wave slightly in the currents of the wate behind him. "What?" F'st spoke, clearly aside form a few choking coughs of water, and stared incredilously at Tain. "You're joking, yes? No one wants Ty or myself around, we're freaks. He's a runt, and I'm a ghost. The Weyr is right to look down on us, or at least on me. Not many here can look down on that." As he finished he pointed to Ty, who simply tilted his head and offered a croon, as if apologizing he hadn't been hatched even runtier than he was. /Don't do that! You're going to make me look like an idiot./

//You're acting like one. Now please remember to breath, and speak kindly to her. I like this little Green, she is friendly, and not afraid of me.//[/color] As if that alone would resolve everything, the Emerald returned his atention to the peppy Green and watched her actions, admiring the ability to twist hersef about the way she did, though he had to wonder at why she examined her back. So far as he knew, his back had hide, it was his chest and his thighs that held his scales.

F'st was at a loss for words, Ty wasn't helping at all, in fact he seemed to be perfectly happy to chat with Mistith, and F'st was stuck in the waster trying to remember to breath and tread water, and talk to Tain. It simply wasn't fair. "I'm sorry, perhaps my reaction was a little... Uncalled for. I'm glad that at least one person in this Weyr seems to think us interesting." Hopefully that counted as being nice, speaking kindly. He wasn't very good at it, in fact he really wasn't one to say much at all. It was simply easier to keep one's mouth shut and let everyone assume what they would of you.





Word Count: 982
Character: F'st of Typhith
Notes: Naw, I liked it!

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[Onyxaeon]

Just try to ruin her delight:
It's a difficult endeavor.
She doesn't walk, she's always prancing,
Only when she isn't dancing.
Share your world, she'll make them lighter.
The future's bright but she is brighter.

.:/Tain/.::.\Mistith\:.[/center][/color][/size][/b]


What's that for? Mistith chirped, her wedged skull snaking back from its bent posture to return to gazing rightfully up at the large-for though he did not see himself so when compared to the rest of his color, he truly was a massive creature here-Emerald who was currently rumbling at her. Her contented blue-green optics swirled darker, deepening the obvious shade of contentment and delight she obviously felt at the moment. Did Typhith always have such a calming effect on others, she wondered silently to herself, choosing to keep Hers away from that particular thought. No sense in getting her head wrapped around an idea that probably wouldn't happen. Alright, so I admit it: I'm just as silly as Mine. It was not like Mistith didn't know how ridiculous she must have looked-there was no doubt in her mind that she had-with her body twisted into such an odd position in the middle of the lake, no less, it surely made for a sight. Even at the late hour, she could feel the faint, rumbling thoughts of the nearby Sable and other flits, but she only gave a simple snort to the images they sent her of how they viewed her folly. Ah well, it wasn't any different from a normal day for her. Shells, she publicly made a fool of herself hourly, and things like her randomly turning about to examine herself in the early hours of the night while bating in the icy waters of the lake was normal. Or, normal at least for Mistith and her rider.

You know, maybe it's just me, but isn't a home a place where people love you live? Crystal Cavern doesn't really fit that... Mistith chimed very quietly, her head lowering as though she were almost ashamed to mention such a thing to the Emerald who had been betrayed by his very hatch-mates. Oh yes, she had caught his little slip of the tongue, and her mind had pondered over it while her heart wrenched in sympathy. Poor Typhith. Poor F'st. Neither deserved such cruelty or to be banished because of their differences. Weren't differences supposed to be cherished, in any case? Loved and even sought out for? It just showed what the world was coming to. Talune can be home for you. You may not fit in so well now, but that's because they haven't bothered to know you or go past their fear of the unknown. I like you, and Varanth does too. He made you and Yours his Wingseconds, after all, so you know you can be trusted in his eyes. The Weyr just has to see the side that I do, and I know they'll come around. You're too great a dragon to be ignored so.

Meanwhile, lost to her Green's conversations-for Tain had taken the great liberty to give the two their own version of privacy as Tain knew Mistith was doing for her-Tain awaited F'st's response. Her patience allowed her to wait the short space of time for him to reply and not be bothered in the least. Besides, she used the spare time to study the rider. He was lean, but not thin or built in a lanky manner like most would be in is same shoes. His flesh, though quite pale for anyone residing in the Southern Continent, seemed to only accent his features that looked as though they had been carved gracefully and with the most careful of detail from solid marble. Any hint of fat was merely an illusion, as was the forced composure written in his tensed sinews that coated his body. It was clear the well built male was not comfortable, and his startled actions proved her thoughts true as he reeled away from her words and all the truth within them.

"Freaks?" Se echoed his own insult, her emerald eyes curiously clouding in confusion. How could he see himself and his dragon so? Why, he himself was entirely perfect. From the chiseled jaw line down and from that oddly charming smirk up, nothing about him spoke anything of normal, and that was what was so utterly appealing about the man. Who wants normal, anyway? Being normal is vastly overrated. Even Typhith was different from his fellow dragons in some rather lovely ways, and not just his 'runty' size. His hide, so striped and crisscrossed in various shades of green, was utterly dazzling: it was hard to look at his hide and not be caught staring. How could that be classified as a freak? He was different, sure, but that was no crime. "I'm afraid you're not seeing what Mistith and I see. You're different, not abnormal or strange or freaks. I happen to like the differences: it makes for a lovely change to the dull monotony of this Weyr." A faint smile touched her lips, the soft, lyrical chuckle that came from his awkward apology a perfect imitation of Mistith's own wind chime like laughter. Like rider like dragon. "You don't need to apologize, I assure you it takes a great deal more than that to unsettle me, and, your word choice is poor there. 'Interesting' seems to fail miserably at describing you and Typhith."


Word Count: 911
Notes: Lulz. Thankies. =P Oh, and F'st's reaction had me dying laughing. xP

[Lyrikitty]

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew a Hallelujah.

.::F'st~*~Typhith::.

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Ty blinked mildly, smiling gently at the little Green as she spoke. Ah... She was right. There was no doubt to it, no arguement to it. He had been offered much by this Weyr, a place to live, food, a high position in the wing of the Weyrleader. Who said Greens were silly, unthinking creatures? This was surely was not, for he'd met few beasts who could compare. For a moment he was speechless, trying to find words that would let the little female know she was right, and that he agreed, though there were times when both he and F'st seemed to think themselves far from accepted, F'st more often than Typhith, they both knew that this had been the best choice for them.

In time, perhaps days, perhaps weeks, perhaps turns, Talune would come around. He was no danger to their precious queens, for his color was bred to mate the Rubys of Crystal Cavern first and foremost, and a creature such as him would prove valuable when it came time for Thread to rain on Pern. He would be able to prove himself then, if not before, for he would be one of the few to stay aloft the entire time. Sure. there was the possibility he could chase, and catch, a Gold or an Opal. He could overthrow Varanth. He could turn this Weyr upside down, easily enough. However, he was not a beast who wanted the power. Who wanted to lord over those who'd frowned apon his transfer. Instead, he'd chased the Greens, the Silvers, and the Reds of this Weyr. Many of the Greens he disliked, they forgot things to quickly, and spent more time preening than thinking. The Silvers were no fools, but they were at times too serious. He wanted to be able to laugh, a thing which the Brown counterparts seemed hard-pressed to do. As for the Reds, well they were lovely creatures, but they were intense, they gave a challenge, true, but there were times when they became almost mocking. Again, something he had no desire for. As he let his thoughts mull, he dipped a wing into the water, cupping the membrane to try and scoop up some to flick absently into the air, watching it fall like a dozen tiny diamonds, catching the light and throwing minuature rainbows onto both his and Mistith's hides. //I believe, Mistith, that you are right. You are not much of a Green, I must say.// A sly light flashed in his eyes, dancing across the blue and green hues that swirled peaefully there. //You may be silly, but you are likely one of the smartest dragons I've come across in this Weyr, or in Crystal Cavern.//[/color] He gave a small nod, and lowered hi head to the water, dipping his skull beneath and letting the rest of hissink down for a moment, until he was mostly submerged.

F'st was, yet again, baffled, and thrown off his feet violently. How was he supposed to maintain his current mindset when people started talking like this? Acting as if he and Ty were perfectly fine? He sputtered, turning his face down and shaking his hair to cover his face fully, hiding behind the veil of pale white. Scowling to himself, under his breath cursing Typhith for deciding to be so very social, F'st tried to keep his calm, or what he had left, tried to control himself, tried to find some excuse to run. It was nothing that Tain or Mistith had done, at least no molre than anyone else, which was existed, but he was tenetive, he wasnted the security of his lonely weyr, to lay on his bed, furs thrown haphazardly over him, and hear Ty's slow, steady breathing on the couch. Was that so much to ask of anyone? "If you say so..." He'd be suprised if she managed to hear that, for he spoke to the water, his voice low, and he himself could barely hear it.

He tilted his eyes, just enough to see her, and for a moment, he was stunned. She was pretty, yes, he'd known that, but the way the light had hit her just then... Her wet hair clinging to her head and neck, the soft ringletts almost gone completely, her eyes, defiant to the last, almost daring him to disagree, and how the pale, fading light struck the line of her jaw and neck. She was not pretty, for that was insulting to her, but she was stunning, radiant, beautiful. //Ah, you're comming around I see.// Typhith's voice broke F'st's tranfixion, and before he could give the emerald a snappy reply, his feet were physically swept from under him, as well as most of the water it seemed, as Typhith snaked his head under his rider and boosted him up, so that F'st had to grab precariously to the Emerald's muzzle. //Jump. It will be fun for you.// The dragon's head was not so far above the water that a fall would injure, or kill, roughly the same height as when he'd dumped F'st into the water the first time. Those who were adventurous might have seen immediately how interesting the possibilities were, however, F'st remained stationary, unable to hide himself, and looking down at Ty, and past him Tain. //Jump. Or I will throw you.// /You are a wretched traitor, Ty. You know that, right?/ F'st scowled at the emerald, who simply rumbled lightly and gave his head a little shake. //Then you can go back to the water.//[/color] Again, before protest or response could be given, Ty tilted his head, and F'st went sliding off, splashing into the water and sending another hail of dropletts into the air. Horrid emerald. Why was he in such a mood today?




Word Count: 1116
Character: F'st of Typhith
Notes: Hmm... Could be better, sorry, but I thought it might be fun to make a diving board. =D

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[Onyxaeon]

Just try to ruin her delight:
It's a difficult endeaver.
She doesn't walk, she's always prancing,
Only when she isn't dancing.
Share your world, she'll make them lighter.
The future's bright but she is brighter.

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Mistith cocked her head to one side, her thoughts wrapped around Typhith's impossibly sweet words. Did he know just how much something like that meant? How kind and thoughtful all that he had just spoken of her had been? Yes, quite possibly, and perhaps that had been the reason for him to say it in the first place. After all, it wasn't uncommon to praise someone you liked, even if it was only the first time in meeting. Formally, that is. Now, she would not get hot headed from such a compliment, or really any-she had a fairly large humble air to her that had bled over from Tain's own personality to make her "not much of a Green"-but she did admire it for what it was, as it was a rare treat for her to be praised by any other than her Mine and Sable when the flit was actually managing to pay attention for once. How could she not feel so touched and giddy from the Emerald's kind words and form of acceptance? He had let her in, if only to catch a faint glimpse, and she had to let him know she cherished that and would listen should ever he need that. She was the support for many, but he-she could tell by the distinct feeling stemming from some forgotten instinct-would have more than those other friends of hers. Quite a breakthrough for only a day.

Thank you, Typhith. That means a lot. The faint beginnings of a soft smile graced her maw, her blue-green orbs watching as Typhith settled into the deep confines of the lake's frozen embrace. As if to mirror his movements, the Green brought her wings in closer to her body, her tail acting as a rudder to keep her aloft because, unlike Typhith, she very well could drown in this lake. When she was to the point of her chin touching the water's surface, she turned her attention to her rider, only then beginning to actually zone in on what her thoughts were mulling over and had been for some time.

Mine, I like these two. Typhith seems so very respectful, and F'st, though a little reluctant now, could become closer. You seem to like him well enough, I can tell. This was not said with a hint of a smirk within it, nor with a smart I-told-you-so quality to it, merely as simply as though she had just stated that grass was indeed green. She was not implying anything, as most Greens would pounce on the opportunity to do so, she was only very quietly suggesting the possibilities. We should ask them to join us tomorrow after our watch duty is done. I'm sure they have yet to truly enjoy the beaches here, and they would love it. Her rider tilted her head to catch the Green's eyes for a moment, allowing F'st to collect his thoughts for it seemed he had been shocked into silence, before a light, airy smile touched the corners and finally conquered luminously. It is true, I do like him-both of them. They're different and not like anyone I have met here in Talune. I just can't seem to grasp why he says they're both freaks and belittles himself so. It's not right, because neither have earned that title. I suppose I'll have to work on that with him, you know? The Green's nostrils created little bubbles that fled to the surface, her eyes blinking to keep the water from pelting the sensitive organs and clouding her vision as she heard her Mine out. When she had finished, Mistith nodded lightly. They just need a little positive reinforcement to realize all their worth. It will not be too hard for the two of us to accomplish, so I think we are- The Green broke off as she caught Typhith's movement from the corner of her eye, watching him lift his Mine into the air from a considerable height up and over her head. What in the name of Faranth was he doing?

Tain had caught on before Mistith did-she was still perplexed by the notion of lifting someone up above her own body length into the air for sport-and called in good spirit for F'st to jump. "Come on, F'st. Jump! If you don't Typhith's going to-" Oops. Too late, she thought in amusement as she watched the rider tumble into the lake once more and come sputtering to the surface. Apparently he had not wanted to be lifted in the first place, much less be forced to reenter the chilly embrace, but how could he not have felt that surge of adrenaline when he had slid off and fell through the air? How could that not have felt fun? As she drifted in wonder over such a thing, Mistith turned to Typhith with a mischievous glint twinkling in the depths of her eyes.

Typhith, please, can you do that for Mine? I'm not big enough for it to be any fun, and she free falls all the time. So that had been why she had found F'st's reaction so truly odd. She was a daredevil, of sorts. How interesting. I take her out to the beaches at least once a seven-day and we go to our highest altitude and then I barrel roll and she jumps and falls. It's a scary thing for people to watch-silly things, they think I drop her!-but Mine claims it's so much fun and so thrilling. She says that it's like when I fly and am finally caught, spinning at such a dizzying speed only to break away safely at the very end.


Word Count: 1003
Notes: I loved it! Diving board. Lulz. =P

[Lyrikitty]

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew a Hallelujah.

.::F'st~*~Typhith::.

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Typhith truned his head, for a moment looking at Mistith where she lurked in the water, then rumbled, dipping his head to allow Tain to clamber on. As she was not His, he'd not scoop her up as he had F'st, for fear that she wouldn't be so quick to hold on while he lifted her, but rather, he would wait for her to be securely on. //Little one, are you one properly? I fear the vicious Green will have my head if you harm yourself.//[/color] He spoke kindly to Tain,trying not to startle her, and letting Mistith know he was being cautious, despite the warning that Tain was a daredevil who enjoyed such activities.

Once he was sure that Tain wouldn't fall unexpectedly, he lifted his head carefully, until once again, he wasat a reasonable height, and there he held himself calmly. //You say Yours likes this sort of thing? Hmm... F'st seems to hate it terribly, or so he says. I rather think he finds it thrilling, but won't admit it.//[/color]

At that, F'st scowled up at the Emerald, though he sent a quick warning to take care with Tain, which caused the dragon to laugh once more. /I said be careful you overgrown wher! Not try and drop her!/ //I would not drop her unless asked to do so, and then I would take care in doing so.//[/color] /Then why, praytell, do you go out of the way to dump me on a regular basis?/ Ty smirked down at F'st and let a devious twinkle light his eyes before replying. //You like it that way. Now no more nonsense. I will be joing her Flight, you know. I hate to think of another beast catching her.//[/color] Naturally. F'st never had a say in who the Emerald chased, though for once he knew ahead of time at least. Typhith must really want the little Green, though the difference in size was laughable. Oh well, whatever Ty wanted, he was likely to get. While the Emerald was busy with Tain, F'st let his gaze wander to the Green Mistith. She was dainty indeed, though not in a bad way, very attractive creature she was, built well, her coloring a wonderful dark hue. Well, he could see at least why Typhith liked her.






Word Count: 509
Character: F'st of Typhith
Notes: Blech, this is short. >< Oh well, we all have our days, no?

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[Onyxaeon]

Just try to ruin her delight:
It's a difficult endeaver.
She doesn't walk, she's always prancing,
Only when she isn't dancing.
Share your world, she'll make them lighter.
The future's bright but she is brighter.

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"Little one?" Tain repeated with a chuckle, holding steadfast to the patch of flesh near the Emerald's head knobs as he lifted her gingerly up. She had truthfully had only a bit of minor difficulty with getting on-it was like climbing onto a large runnerbeast and never having done so before in one's life-but she did enjoy the view such a height provided. Beautiful, he mind mused, thoughts eventually leaking back to what the big brute had said and her thoughtful look turned abruptly to a silly grin. Well, that could never be an insult from Typhith because everything was small compared to him. Maybe not their Senior Opal queen or her mate Varanth, but definitely everything else that walked or flew in the Weyr. She was, without a doubt, small in his eyes. "I'm fine, Typhith, but thank you for the concern. And, Mistith would show you the meaning of that word if I so much as got scratched. She bit a fellow weyrling who came too close when we were first learning, but only because he had come off way too strong." At this, the rider looked down to her sweet little Green, the two sets of eyes meeting for an instant and a slow smile spreading across both maw and face.

Yes, he still has a nice scar from that. Stupid lad he was; he shouldn't have tried to tell you that you were his because of everything before being a candidate. I don't think his weyrmate now in New Cove thinks too fondly of me for...inhibiting his reproductive abilities. The Green rumbled softly, her rider bursting into a fit of hopeless giggles. "You little liar. F'st, she's just kidding. She only bit off one, and as far as I know he has a daughter." Mistith gave a lazy roll of her shoulders, lowering her head back into the water and continuing with her bubble blowing. Should have taken both, now that I think about it. I'm not really mean or that violent, he just hit a nerve. Anyway, that's beside the point. Jump, Mine! Typhith's head's gonna fall asleep from you sitting on it.

Tain shook her head lightly, her eyes rolling in amusement. Ah, what a silly Green she called her own. Perfect for her in every way, though, for she was the protective shadow that Tain needed and the only one who told her to stop taking on everyone's problems and trying to help everyone at once. She kept her rider in check and happy, and Tain could never have asked for more because the Green truly was the greatest blessing she had ever received. "Alright, alright. I'm going," she called in mirth, carefully taking her time to stand erect and checking more than once to see if Typhith was bothered by her weight on his precious skull. When her balance was perfectly centered, she bent her knees slightly to test her own movements before, in one liquid motion, her body tensed, crouched, and then sprung, leaping into the air and having the space of time to angle herself to just the right degree before she had dove into the water with barely a splash to prove she had done so. Climbing her way back to the surface, she broke the water's screen, a healthy lungful of air her first desire before an excited and triumphant shout fled past her lips. "That was fun! F'st, you should have done it! It was better than wave catching."

Word Count: 610
Notes: Not my best either but, eh. -Shrugs-

[Lyrikitty]

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew a Hallelujah.

.::F'st~*~Typhith::.

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F'st watched, somewhere between fascination and horror, as Tain dove from Ty's skull. It was an amazing sight, for the woman was graceful beyond what any human should be, and as she arrowed into the water, scarcely a drop rose form the surface. He gave his head a shake, clearing it just in time, for her head popped above the surface, her lips curved into a happy grin, and she spoke. However, he was confused. Wavecatching? Considering he was not one to go out and play, he was clueless as to the activity, and he frowned, running a hand through his hair and brushing it from his face without noticing. Had he realized he was letting his guard slowly slide, he'd have raced out of the water fast enough he may well be running on the water, to hide in his weyr and curse Ty for the rest of the night. Thankfully the Emerald kept his mouth shut on the matter, and simply rumbled with amusement at Tain, his gaze turning to Mistith. //I like Yours, she is very amusing, and makes Mine squirm.//[/color] The Emerald meant this in a good way, for F'st needed to be put into uncomfortable positions now and again, to try and loosen him up.

Then again, so did Typhith. He too had his moments where he receded into a shell and hid, those times were the ones where F'st shoved the Emerald out into the open and hoped that someone would start a conversation. Not that it always worked. It was seldom that the dragons of Talune would strike up an impromptu conversation witht he beast, so things often ended with the pair mad at eachother, until the next day, when they laughed at it and went on with their rather secluded life.

F'st smiled almost tenetively at Tain, and shrugged, his shoulders rising and falling. "Well, normally he doesn't give me much warning." For the first time in their conversation, he wasn't on edge, entirely, and was starting to relax, even if it was starting to get later, and the cold water was starting to get numbing. It was a good thing the change was subtle, for this way he remained, not trying to hide, but slowly feeling more and more at ease around this Greenrider. Perhaps it was the way Typhith had taken to her, for there weren't many he would let jump off of him, or speak to much less, or perhaps it was just the way Tain seemed so at ease herself, not caring in the least that Typhith was an import, or that F'st was so pale, and was foreign as well, in fact, she seemed to enjoy those things! Whatever it was, something about her and her Green was having a good effect on both the Emerald and His.

While F'st was slowly easing into the conversation, much as one would a hot bath, Typhith submerged himself again, as best he could, the inner lids of his eyes falling over the optics, his orbs glowing under the water like a pair of jewels, as he stared at Mistith. With a smirk, he exhaled, watching the bubbles that boiled around his face with delight. They were petty! But, not as pretty as the Green, he ammended to himself scoldingly. His attention was drawn away by F'st, for at that moment, the man realized he was getting hungry, and it was close to dinner time for the Weyr, if not past.



Word Count: 687
Character: F'st of typhith
Notes: *chews on Melpone thoughtfully* Mmm..... Chocolately.....

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[Onyxaeon]

Just try to ruin her delight:
It's a difficult endeaver.
She doesn't walk, she's always prancing,
Only when she isn't dancing.
Share your world, she'll make them lighter.
The future's bright but she is brighter.

.:/Tain/.::.\Mistith\:.[/center][/color][/size][/b]


Mine tends to be contagious, Mistith answer matter-of-factly, her wedged shaped skull nodding to this as though to confirm it were true. Her enthusiasm, I mean. She always says that, "You don't live your life, you enjoy it" and she never lets me miss out on any one thing because, according to her, I need to have as much fun as a I can while I can. She does the same. Mistith watched with delight as the big Emerald joined in on her fun, and soon she met him in a competition of who could blow the most bubbles at one time which she, of course, would lose because her lungs were not as large as his own. It didn't matter to her who won, though, she was just out to have fun. When it was quite obvious that he had thoroughly beaten her-she had never really had a chance in the first place-of all things, she pounced at him. Her slim snout prodded his semi submerged shoulder lightly before she doubled back, and began paddling swiftly toward the shoreline in a game that seemed to resemble tag. It truly was something far more fun and vividly different than that as she had yet to explain exactly what she wanted to play, but one could tell it would be a surprise for the Emerald as wave catching had been to His. Tt was perfectly apparent she was in one of those moods from her antics, but who would honestly mind when it looked so utterly adorable for her to be in them? The Green body bounded back and forth over the shore as she returned to solid ground, pouncing this way and that with her tail sliding over the sand excitedly and her eyes a bright shade of delight.

Typhith, will you scuffle with me? Pwease? Her voice was light and pleading with just a hint of that honey sweet tone to it that she used on Tain to get an extra hour of sleep every morning. Oh, how cute a scene it was to see such a small Green slowly charming a giant Emerald so. Indeed, she would find ways such as these to drag Typhith out of his normal comfort zone.

"Expect the unexpected, F'st," Tain said with a sly smile and wink, her gaze traveling to the shore where she watched her Green literally criss cross and try to coax the large male before her into playing. A sigh escaped the Greenrider, her eyes performing that she's-utterly-hopeless-but-adorable roll before turning to F'st with a rather wide grin, for an idea had just occurred to her. "Hey, race you to the shore!" She shouted, not even bothering to wait for him to register what she had said before she was off, her body slicing through the water as though she were a fish and born for it.

Word Count: 503
Notes: Meh. -Stabs horrible post-

[Lyrikitty]

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew a Hallelujah.

.::F'st~*~Typhith::.

Typhith's muzzle wrinkled for a moment, trying to decipher what the little dragon was up to, and fro a moment he was clueless, until she reached the shore and spun, dancing across the sandy beach and pleading him to scuffle. Scuffle? Yes, scuffle. As small as she was, she was trying to get the considerably larger beast to come out and play with her. With a wry grin, he rose in the water, debating the best course to place him on shore, and near the Green. He could wade through the water, but that seemed a bti slow. Swimming was out, for he'd be constantly running into the bottom of the lake. Which left...

The Emerald sank once more, this time coiling as much of himself on the muddy bottom as he could, and with a powerful shove of his legs he shot upwards, as he broke surface his wings unfurling and sweeping the air to lift him above the water, and carry him to shore where he settled to the ground a short distance from Mistith with a rumble. Playfully, his neck arched up, his wings mantled, and his head snaked to and fro, he let his paws carry him to the Green, and he stretched his wings to bat lightly at her with them, for he had no desire to harm her accidentally.

F'st was too busy trying to figure out what Tain had meant, and then realizing she was off to the shore like a shoting star, to realize what Ty was doing, or was for a moment. He'd been alerted to the emerald's movement by the water that jetted up witht he dragon, and came splashing back down onto the rider.

Taking a quick follow after Tain, but he was sure to loose a race against her, he extended his arms and scooped water past him, his main goal not to be drowned by Ty's little shower. Of course that was just an overrecation, Typhith would never do anything to harm F'st, and by now F'st was used tot he Emerald's splashing tendencies. The pale man reached the shore well after Tain, his damp hair clinging to his shoulders in clumps, and his stormy eyes curious, though never did they loose the taint of caution that they held. For a moment he watched Typhith play, batting his great wings at the Green and rumbling with delight, his tail sweeping the ground and collecting a fine layer of sand. Well, at least the beast could make himself look a fool, F'st thought with a small chuckle, a sound which drew Typhith's attention completely, the head swinging to stare at F'st in amazement, all other action pausing.

//Mine? Was that you?// His had laughed? Well, not really laughed, but still... That concept was an odd one to the dragon, for so rare it was to hear a happy sound from the rider. The Emerald's wedge-shaped skull tilted from one side to the other, and he padded a few steps closer to His, a soft croon falling from his lips. Yes, that had been His who gave the little chuckle, for it was too deep a sound to come from Mistith's, and Ty could feel F'st amusement, his lightening spirits.

/Go play you silly emerald, unless you are ready to sleep. Can you not offer a man a bit of privacy?/ Ty pouted, tossing his head and rolling his eyes, and as his back turned to F'st his maw split into a grin, and he pranced back to Mistith merrily, once again assumnig a playful growl and stalking foward. //Your's is good for mine, and you are good for me. I would like it if we could meet more often.//[/color] It was odd that he could speak so reasonably while his appearance was so amusing (for those who knew the Emerald) and terrifying (to those who didn't know he wouldn't cause harm to another without a good reason). //But until then, we shall play as you wished, if you think you can beat me.//[/color]



Word Count: 794
Character: F'st of Typhith
Notes: How cute! Mistith makes me giggle.

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[Onyxaeon]

Just try to ruin her delight:
It's a difficult endeavor.
She doesn't walk, she's always prancing,
Only when she isn't dancing.
Share your world, she'll make them lighter.
The future's bright but she is brighter.

.:/Tain/.::.\Mistith\:.[/center][/color][/size][/b]



Mistith's maw was colored with a bright grin, the petite Green trying to avoid Typhith's larger, longer, and all around stronger wings as they shot out at her, batting her delicately for such a large dragon. No matter how swift she was to him in the air-swifter than he on land as well for she did not have as much weight to cart around-she was still no match for his body size because, even when she tried to duck out of the way, she misjudged how large he was and ran smack into the rest of his wing. It never hurt, though, never stung or left a mark of any sort, and she couldn't help but grin and swat back at him with one extended wing and occasionally whipping her tail around to gently slap, more like pet because she was being so careful-funny, wasn't it, how the smaller of the two was worried about hurting the much larger?-, his shoulder and collar bone. He can control himself and his strength, she mused, mentally filing that thought away for when it would be of use: in a week or so, perhaps, when she flew. Yes, she had already decided she'd enjoy him to fly by her side, to chase after her and bugle a defiant challenge to all the males who tried to even get near her. What a lovely thought it was, to imagine such a valiant dragon bothering to care enough to chase after her. But that was just what is was, she realized sadly, a thought. A idea. Nothing was concrete about a fantasy, especially this one. He probably wanted someone more suited to his size and abilities, someone like the Silvers or even Talune's queens. And she was just a little Green. A silly, little, wishful Green.

Mine and I have duty tomorrow but, after around noon, we were going to head to the western beaches. You could join us if you wished. Mistith supplied him with another meeting opportunity hoping, deep down, that he would take this choice. Maybe he could show her she wasn't just some other Green? Mine can teach Yours to wave catch and we can deep sea dive. It would be so much fun for you and Yours, and Mine loves company as much as I do. You can tell me tomorrow if you feel like it or not but, for now, I know I can beat you. Typhith, if I pounced the right way, I could easily fit on your back. A light, airy rumble escaped her and, to prove her point, Mistith's body tensed, her actions slowing to judge the distance and how exactly she would have to leap to land upon him without clawing his back. When his wings lunged forward to encircle her, she seized the moment, springing and having the soft flesh of her clawed paws-though they were so painfully careful not to stab into his hide-run across his back. Unfortunately, her balance was lost as he turned at the wrong moment, her body rolling off of his own and landing with a dull thump.

Tain had broken away from her conversation of F'st, telling him exactly what dear Mistith had said about their free afternoon tomorrow, when she had caught sight of Mistith's pounce. She rounded abruptly, her eyes widening slightly until her dragon began to rumble hopelessly in amusement, rocking back and forth on her back trying to right herself until she finally did mange to do so and stood. If it were possible, her face would have been bright scarlet.

Word Count: 622
Notes: -Heads desk- She does me too. ^^[/size][/color][/font]