Early morning fun...(open)

[darkfantasy]

Lianne yawned as she rolled out of her bed. It was one of those mornings, she really didn't want to get up yet. But Zamoth had gotten impatient. He had wanted her to bathe him, and so, the woman had to get up. The first thing she woke up to was his tail waving in her face, he did have quite a long one. Lianne groaned and let herself sort of fall out of her warm furs, and lay on the ground for a moment. But, even there she couldn't stay long as she heard Zamoth say to her, Get up lazy, I want to be cleaned up for a possible mate. Lianne groaned and finally stood up, ruffling her hair and glancing at her lovely yet annoying blue dragon. Zamoth simply looked at her, and the brunette shook her head. There were times where Lianne did actually enjoy sleep, as hard as it was for her dragon to understand that. The girl put on her rider clothing, yawning loudly, and stretched.

Hurry up or I'll wake up others in my good intentions. Lianne scowled. She hated it when Zamoth did this. After all, she wasn't the one to anger anyone on purpose, but she knew her dragon. Zamoth would definitely bellow loudly if she wasn't fast enough. Making sure her hair wasn't too in her face, the girl went over to her blue dragon and shook her head. "Zamoth, I love you, but this is too early for a bath...even for you." The dragon let out a very loud sigh, and Lianne watched him cautiously, before putting on the riding saddle. This was something she still couldn't get over, even though she had been with her dragon for 4 turns, the thrill of flying would never get old. Mounting Zamoth, a wide smile came across her face for the first time since she was rudely awakened, and she let him take off, breathing in the rush of air happily.

It didn't take long to get to the lake, they didn't even need to go between. Lianne glanced around below them, spotting a few other riders who were out at this time and shook her head. To her it was insane, to which Zamoth commented, See, I'm not the only one up at this hour. This is normal. This playful banter was something two often had, back and forth teasing like brother and sister, only closer. And, they never hurt each other with their teasing. Zamoth landed, and Lianne dismounted somewhat slowly, enjoying being on his back way too much. A smile lit her face as she glanced at the lake, even if the prospect of bathing her dragon in that water wasn't too appealing, she would do it, for Zamoth's happiness. "Alright then my dear dragon, go on in." Zamoth willingly jumped in, splashing Lianne from head to toe with water.

The woman yelled, in part delight though, and grinned before jumping into the water happily. Lianne didn't care what it looked like to other people, this was a dragon and his rider having fun. Lianne splashed Zamoth a few times, before actually starting to scrub him, being particularly gentle on some parts of him that were less happy for this bath. Lianne was completely soaked to her skin, but now it didn't bother her as it did when she had gotten up that morning. Zamoth mentioned it to with a smug tone, See, I knew you'd enjoy it. Lianne smiled but shook her head, not wanting to admit he was right. Though he usually was, she hated how smug he got afterwards. For now he was being somewhat mild about it, just a little teasing, but other times Lianne had to fire back. For now though she just leaned her head on her dragon's neck, breathing deeply and simply letting herself relax.

[saidaltam]

You would never have known T'rel hated mornings, for how many of them he spent awake and out. He didn't particularly expect anyone to be out and about at the lake at this terrible hour, so when he found riders bathing their dragons, he narrowly resisted the urge to sigh and stood for a long moment, sincerely contemplating turning directly around and taking another whack at sleeping. Of course, when a particularly vigorous blue in the midst of a bath took that opportunity of contemplative inattentiveness to drench the entire shore and T'rel, at the same time, he gave up on that and sighed. It seemed he was destined to be social.

:It is good for you, mine. Maybe you will find me a pretty green to play with.:[/color]

T'rel ignored his obtuse dragon. Well, if he was going to be soaked to the bone, he may as well be soaked to the bone properly, and muttering under his breath, the irritable bronzerider gave up and trudged into the water, which, though he wasn't likely to admit it, was doing a bit for his sour, lamentful mood. He had wanted some quiet.

:Stop whining.:[/color] Vijaith, it seemed, was in fine form, today, and T'rel could feel the corner of his mouth tug up in a smile.

[darkfantasy]

Lianne smiled as she continued cleaning her silly dragon, wondering why he was so odd. Not all dragons were this concious of how they looked. The girl realized somebody else was around only because her dragon mentioned, Mine, somebody else is also around. Maybe you should apologize for me making him all wet. Lianne scowled at him, knowing the relaxed way Zamoth was speaking was not comforting. In fact, her dragon loved to set her up with random riders on occasion, while he wasn't catching some green, to try to get her social life a bit more interesting.

The brunette did know that it was polite though, so she left the side of her dragon and walked over to the rider. "I'm sorry, Zamoth is a bit overly enthusiastic today." The woman glanced him over, surveying him while her dragon watched in amusement, apparently no longer as interested in his bath as he was before. Still, the blue dragon came over to introduce himself as well. Honestly, Lianne had no idea why he was such a pushy dragon, but oh well...he really was perfectly suited for her. Of course I am. Mine, tell this rider that I give him greetings. Lianne shrugged and stroked the dragon's eyeridge, which made him relax, as she watched this guy again.

Now, the woman was an outgoing person, but definitely wasn't in the mood to be her dragon's messenger. Nevertheles, she spoke, "My dragon Zamoth gives his greetings, and apologies." Lianne ruffled her hair and glanced at her dragon, as if asking whether there was anything else. Zamoth was amused though, and he seemed to be in no hurry to do anything else, he would simply watch the two. Just wonderful, not what she wanted, but still...Lianne did like to get to know the riders.

[saidaltam]

T'rel chuckled dryly, a humorless sort of sound. "He's no more enthusiastic than my Vijaith, when he can be bothered to get of his ledge." 'Which reminds me--you're going to get fat if you don't get more exercise.'

:Tell the greens to rise more often, then.:[/color] The dragon's retort was utterly unrepentant.

"Don't worry about it. Either of you. It's hardly the first time I've gotten wet, after all," T'rel continued, blowing off Vijaith's silliness with a backhanded carelessness. The bronze would spend every minute in the air, chasing greens or golds, if he could--and leaving T'rel with no end of trouble to follow, too. "And it undoubtedly won't be the last. I'm T'rel, and that fat bronze up there being lazy is Vijaith." He gestured back toward his Weyr, where Vijaith, who was nothing like fat, stretched out a wing halfheartedly to catch their attention before curling back up to pretend he was asleep.