Oiling Horazith (open)

[brimstone81]

Shaylin came out from the Weyr itself. She had been in the kitchens looking for the Headwoman about provisions for when she went on Search. Sure she had caught a candidate, or whom she assumed was a candidate, and ticked him off, but she never intended to. Her sharp tongue did that though. She scaned the murky depths for her dragon. There were plenty of greens around. Jetrath, she recognised the long threadscore. So where was her rider? That particular green's rider was a good friend of Shaylin, and they went through much of the same things. The only difference was that Shaylin was Searchrider and the other woman was a Wingrider. Shaylin's beautiful girl came swimming to the shore.

There you are. The green said with little emotion.
Yes, here I am. Don't you want to come out and get oiled?
The green didn't even bother, but came out of the water, lightly splashing her rider.

Shaylin squealed, and then grinned, "Silly thing."

[Foxy]

Kenwyn's eyes roamed over the greens and blues breaking through the shining mirror of the lake. They were beautiful creatures, but none in his mind could compare to a bronze. The candidate wiped the crumbs off of his mouth and continued to watch from his seat on the rock, still fuming over his run in with the short green riding woman. The woman who had cost him how many bubblies? 'By the Shell, she bloody well thought I was a child?' He threw a stone out across an empty area of the water, making it skip and dance. For the seventeen turn old candidate it was a blow to his inflated ego to have been called a child by what on any other occasion he would have thought an attractive female.

Kenwyn was oblivious that Shaylin was just a few dragonlengths away.

[brimstone81]

Shaylin looked sharply over, not hearing Kenwyn's rock, but a laugh that sounded like one of her friends. 'Probably gossiping again...' She sighed. Her green Horazith was emerging from the water, dripping off. Shaylin pat the green in the general direction of her shank. The bloody dragon was to tall! She had her oil ready when once again she looked over in the direction of a familiar laugh, but to her surprize she found Kenwyn, the boy from the kitchens. She shouted out to him, certain that he would turn her down, "I don't suppose you'd want to help a short greenrider oil her dragon, would ye?"

[Foxy]

Kenwyn knew that voice, 'It couldn't bloody be? Char my fragging luck.' He ducked his head and stiffled a groan as he stood. It would be so easy just to ignore her and leave, walk off. "Not want to help ye? Och, what'd make ya think that Lady Rider?" The candidate didn't bother to hide the sarcasme in his voice. He coulden't help that his eyes widened and wondered over the sleek hide of the dripping green. "She is lovely..."

[brimstone81]

Shaylin reguarded him with a smug look. Smart arse. She frowned and then bit her lip. Even though he seemed to admire her green, she was absolutly livid now. Turning her shoulder to him she grabbed her oiling pots and a paddle. "I don't need your help then, you little..." She was going to say 'whelp' but it rhymed too well and sounded too cheesy. And-argh! Such a disrespectful youth! The small woman started to oil her dragon, "I've been doing this myself for eight turns now, I don't need a little candidate to help me now," She added fuel to the fire, figuring out that he must hate being refered to as very young or little. Maybe she was the tiny ankle biting dog baiting the german shepherd here, but right now, the spitfire was not a happy camper being talked to with words dripped in sarcasm. She grit her teeth. "You're welcome to watch if it pleases you my lord Kenwyn."

[Foxy]

Smirking, the candidate arched an eyebrow at her words. ‘Well now isn’t this a revelation? It wasn’t just him that was fuming now was it?’ He couldn't help the chuckle that broke. “Have ya been to the Healer to have yer eyes checked Lady Green? I’d have thought perhaps it was the dim light of the hall making you see things not as they are, but out here in the bright light of day? Could be a problem.” Shrugging, he stepped closer ignoring the rider. Kenwyn only had eyes for the emerald goddess she had set to work on. “Och, I’d bet you give those blue bastards a run for their marks… the bronze and brown too. What be her name?”

[brimstone81]

"It's Horazith." The rider said evenly. She knew he was teasing her, but she didn't feel like tugging at his chains presently. Her lips were pressed in a frown, rubbing the oil generously onto the drying hide. She didn't want her baby getting dry skin after a long bath. "Aye, she's a quick one, and she has an eye for the best. No blue has caught her yet. Though it still is a possibility." She eyed him, "You don't-never mind."

She turned back to the work at hand, reaching up on the great green. Thankful now more than ever that she didn't Impress a giant queen. Horazith was enough to handle. Not to mention, the green did attract a more diverse set of suitors, from blue and brown, to the occasional bronze. "She's not prideful, mind you, but usually the browns last a bit longer."

[Foxy]

"Ello then Horazith." Kenwyn sketched a jaunty bow and stood back a few paces, not making a move to touch the green. He had been in the Weyr long enough to hold some semblance of manners- few though they were. "Lucky brown I'd say." The seventeen turn old's eyes drifted over the rider belonging to the beauty. He took in the course, baggy clothing and her thick golden mane of hair. With her back to him, she looked more the child than he, or so he thought especially given her size. 'She'd look better if she'd allow her curves to show through.' He tried to imagine just how her arse would look in much tighter pants... or better yet without pants at all. All of a sudden his pride wasn't quite so hurt, still bruised but only a little. "You've not much reach. You're missing the spot right atop her wing joint, Lady."

[brimstone81]

She glanced over her shoulder at him, her mouth slightly ajar from concentrating, "Huh? Oh, thanks," She said softly and turned to gaze at her spot. She smiled to herself. It might have been wrong to make fun of his stature. She smiled because no one ever called her 'Lady,' and she had never come close to the title, given her parentage. She didn't take a chance at looking at him, only saying loudly so that he could hear, "I do believe that my name is Shaylin. Just Shaylin." She wasn't sure if she would give him the privledge of calling her Shay or Linnie like her closest friends did. She stretched, dousing the wing joint well.

That's much better, rider-mine. The green knelt to give her rider a better position to get Horazith's tougher, higher spot.

[Foxy]

"Well then Just Shaylin, ya mind if I help?" Kenwyn looked about sheepishly, rasing a hand to the back of his neck. She still wasn't quiet reaching the dry spot on Horazith's wing and he couldn't resist the velvet look of the green's hide any longer. The candidate moved closer to the rider, wishing for a moment he hadn't been so hasty with his words.

[brimstone81]

The woman laughed, not a girly or flirtatious giggle, but a open laugh. "Oh, but I don't want to intrude on your private time. You must do a lot of work as it is. I don't think I should burden you." She said smugly. She was not given to playful flirtations with people she just met. Especially younger, sarcastic men. But he had seemed sweeter then. Knowing that she could use the help of a taller person, why not Kenwyn. "Very well, if you insist." She backed up abruptly and sliped on a small puddle of oil. She started to flail her arms trying to regain her balance, and slipping backwards, "ooh!"

The green stood her tallest and crooned out, distressed for her rider. Horazith lowered her head and turned to look, if not feeling a bit helpless as her rider started to fall. . .