A Perfect Match. (Dreamer, then open)

[effluo]

“YOU SHARDING, WHERRY-HEADED BRONZE!!”

If the bronze rider’s thunderous shout did not already draw attention to the pair standing at the lake then the vibrations of a deep throated roar from the arguably largest bronze of the Weyr did. None would have to look, however, to see exactly which pair it was at odds on a rest day. Just as the pair ignored any who might have stopped to stare, most who knew the two continued on with their work without a second thought.

E’mion could be seen in thick leathered riding pants and a white colored tank, his riding gloves and coat in a soaked pile in the sand and it was easy to see that he was not any dryer. Picking up a jagged stone the size of his fist, the well muscled man threw it with as much power as he could muster at the bronze head glaring at him.

“Get your bloody arse back to shore, you forsaken piece of shell! I don’t want to grease your sharding riding harness again because your too bloody impatient to take your precious swim! You as bad as a worthless green!”

The bronze’s eyes whirled a dangerous red as he felt the stone hit his hide, knowing that if his rider could have he would have made it hurt. Turning his head back to his rider, Malekith made it quite apparent that he had no intention of coming back to shore as he let out another roar and dived beneath the water.

[thedreamerlady]

Saharth always lost weight after watching her clutch. It was inevitable. But after watching her clutch, and then tending to Lyranth's last clutch, Saharth had really been looking down. And thus, despite mounting duties, Jen, during the best hours of the day, was washing Saharth and making sure that the Queen was clean after her meal. One of multiple since being released from egg duty. Poor dear. Thank the first egg that Jenafa never had to do that, even when she was pregnant.

And while being around Saharth was pleasant enough, it wasn't engaging enough to take her attention off of the people around her. Especially not when E'mion was the one who was having trouble. With his dragon.

Jenafa smiled coldly, watching her Queen frolic in the water(careful not to get her Rider wet).

What a Rider. Can't even control his own dragon. Jenafa commented silently. Saharth ceased her playing to turn and stare at the Bronze. Her sandy hide twinkled in the water, and all traces of the blood bath that had been her meal, were erased.

What is he doing? Saharth questioned, tactlessly broadcasting to both the Bronze in question, and her rider.

I don't design to know the answer to that. Though, if that was my Rider, I'd react the same.

Mine, always. Saharth returned, diving into the water again. She had no time to waste on a dragon such as that. Jen chuckled, and admired the red and gold dress she was wearing that day.

[effluo]

Malekith had not been happy that his rider had told him to wait for his swim, but the dominate dragon had given into the rider – for a time. After changing his mind halfway through a private practice session, the bronze dragon knew his rider had reason to be angry with him. That didn’t mean he had to like it.

The large bronze was under the water for several minutes, his eyes catching the light playing on the golden hide farther along the shore as the sun sparkled on it after breaking through the water. He shared his rider’s dislike of the queens and their riders, but he could not deny his natural instinct to shelter a full out hatred for them. At the moment, his unhappiness outweighed his dislike and he decided to rub his rider the wrong way a bit longer.

Look E’mion. It is our favorite rider. he sent to his rider just as he heard the queen’s question broadcasted. He was reminded again why he didn’t like golds.

Well good, it means we can cut this short. Now come here and let me take that harness off you before it rubs your hide raw. E’mion was frowning deeply and it was apparent he would have been more than happy to leave if his riding gear was not in jeopardy.

The tone of E’mion’s mind voice, however, reminded the bronze he was still unhappy with his rider. Teach him to cut his swim short! Surfacing, he sent toward the queen, Why I’m enjoying the water, much like yourself. Perhaps we could enjoy it together? he sent, his words sweet though while he spoke his gaze was glaring at his rider. His attentions were obviously not fully devoted to dolting upon the queen as they should have been.

[thedreamerlady]

I don't like him. Saharth proclaimed to her rider with an air of finality. You should get rid of him, Mine.

Jenafa was fairly certain that her Gold had kept that bit of information away from the Bronze, and therefor his Rider. She also knew this wasn't a case of her feelings bleeding into her Queen, and causing the Gold to be irrational. Instead, it was the undisciplined manner of the Bronze, and the fact that he was fair ignoring her.

I cannot, or I would. Just for you, of course. The profound sense of love that issued through the bond was a tad overwhelming, but Jenafa pushed that sense down, and smothered it.

Perhaps if you reminded him that you are more important than petty fights with his Rider? Nicely, of course.

Good Day, Malekith. How fares you and yours? Saharth sent to the bronze and her Rider. Then, on a private note, she spoke to her Rider again. Tact wasn't her strong point, but it was her Riders(most of the time), and she wanted to make sure she'd been polite.

Good? Jenafa smiled up at her dragon, who was still splashing in the lake.

Brilliant, dear.