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Date Posted: 14:04:58 06/25/05 Sat
Author: Liraz~Gaiath (Ariella, Yafah)
Subject: Mood swing. Funny, that.

Once again, the sun is blocked for a moment. And then there is a green in the lake, splashing anyone who is still about and thus as late as this particular green is. She does not even look twice at them, but
Liraz, get yourself here. NOW! I'm not at all pleased that the first thing we get to do now that we've arrived back home is to be late for something important!
The response doesn't appear to please her, and she lets out a snort, even though her rider is running at her full tilt, having arrived on the scene.
I was not the one doing the actual travelling most of the time, you know. You go on about how fast you are at least twice a day!
Yes, and my wings ache for it, and I itch. Was I supposed to know about this halfway across Pern and thinking more about finding your brother? Now get scrubbing before all the food is gone and before my hide all falls off.
At the mention of her brother, Liraz goes dark red and looks ready to scream a few choice words and stalk away, but she keeps her temper admirably instead. When Gaiath speaks to her again, she too seems less irate.
Touchy, Mine?
A bit, yes. I think I might need a bath myself. My hair is still full of sand.
Making especially sure to scrub the spots where the harness had begun to chafe, Liraz bathes her dragon, and then oils the green to within an inch of gold. The light to dark gradient of Gaiath's hide seems to take in every shade of green wih a name and quite a few without, now that the dust and dead skin have been scrubbed off and the oil has soothed all the irritation in both senses of the word. Needless to say, a happy dragon does not detract from the making of a happy rider one bit. The dark-haired woman is able to relax little by little now. After a few moments of peaceful silence and contemplation, she lets out a bark of laughter.
"Time to go to our old weyr before those two kill each other. I hope the're not lying when they say no one's touched any of my things. I still don't know what the picture of the gown is about. Do you mind the harness again, my love, or are you going to make me climb up there?"
Grudgingly, Gaiath bends down to receive her flying gear, lets Liraz mount, and once again takes wing, this time toward the Rider Quarters, merely a green blur in the sky.

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