Who wants the stick?! Go get the stick! [Fel]

[Windra]

Hanging out in the bowl with a big cup of klah and a setting sun providing an exquisite backdrop was Radagast, fresh from his bed with matted hair and smelling something fierce. Alatar would get onto him later for his grooming skills (or lack thereof) later, to be sure. His weyrmate was insistent on bathing him every other day at the very least.

Not that he complained. Wink nudge.

With his love still groggily dozing and his watch due to start shortly, Radagast was content to bask in the diming light with Radask. Who was, at this moment, approaching his handler with a very large stick that may as well be a tree trunk.

Throw! The blue dropped the thing at his feet and sat there expectantly. His tongue lolled from his mouth. Radask was certainly a mutt in a past life. Even his butt wiggled! Throw stick!

"You expect me to lift that up?!"

Throw now! Radask jumped to all fours and let out a rumbling half-bellow, leaning onto his forelimbs with anticipation.

Ohhhh! Radagast set his mug aside and used all his strength to heft the thing up and toss it - just a few feet. But that was enough! Radask scooped it up and pranced around in high steps around the weyrbowl to flaunt his victory!

Radagast sighed, and sat, and picked up his mug -

THUNK!

Throw!

[Fel]

Heidrun thoroughly enjoyed her duties with Mazurka Squad. Finding new things? More than worthwhile. Coming back with her hair—what there was of it—more green than blonde thanks to a misstep into an algae-coated pond? Perfectly fine. Smelling like said algae-coated pond... less pleasant. She wanted to clean up and get changed, eat, and sleep in an actual bed after three days away. In that order.

Finnith walked beside her. Sort of beside her. The blue was incapable of walking in a straight line. Not physically, but mentally. Everything was too potentially interesting and would draw his attention. Even if it was only for a few moments, it was enough to draw him off course. Especially when that something was—

Playtime? Finnith asked, bounding up to the much smaller blue wher and his oversized stick. Is it reallyreallyreally playtime? Can I play? CanIcanI?

Especially when that something was playtime.

[Windra]

"Ah, see, there!" Radagast was a little more than relieved to see the blue and her rider striding up. That dragon definitely looked keen on joining whatever the wher had planned! "Lookit, you got a buddy to play with. Why don'cha share?"

Share?! Preposterous! Radask yoinked the log into his maw and trotted, cheekily glancing over his shoulder at the dragon. Dragon must take! Radask no just give!

With a bubbling laugh, Radagast placed his palm alongside his mouth and said to Finnith in an aside, "He's tryin' to egg ya into chasing him - oh my Faranth, what cesspool have you fallen into?" He held his gut while chortling at Heidrun's unfortunate hue. "So green! Are you ill?"

[Fel]

Finnith was not the most graceful creature on land, but he was more than happy to galumph off after the blue wher. The way the gangly blue moved was almost impressive, all flailing limbs as he followed the stick. I'll take it then! I'm taller and can run faster! Muchmuchmuchfaster! That was, in fact, rather doubtful... but Radask was weighed down by the massive stick.

Heidrun shook her head, gesturing out off toward the jungle and then to the somewhat obscured colors of Mazurka Squad on her wing badge.

«Can you understand sign?» she signed. It would be easier than trying to explain anything in writing... or via Finnith while the blue was already more than a little distracted by his game.

[Windra]

That galumphing blue! He was gaining on Radask with all his size adding to his gait. The wher picked up the pace, holding the big log as high as his thick skull could manage.

Faster to catch meeeee! Go figure, the clumsy oaf wasn't looking where he was going and plunked right into a hole. One he'd dug up earlier, as it were! Looking for bones ... or voles. Honestly who could tell what was going through his mind then. Still, it was deep! Radask was stuck! His tail was in the air! Radask trap!

"Ahhh, you'll be alright!" The blue wher was in no danger! He was just stuck because the log was wedged in and he wasn't going to let go. Poor boy would figure it out eventually! Radagast looked over the one in his presence, mentally smacking himself for not realizing her scars. Her dragon's wings had a strange form to them. Several realizations clicked into his head all at once. "Oh yes! Of course!" His hands shot before him, forming several shapes and signs as he picked up on the cues. «I do! You must be Heidrun? I am Radagast. That is Radask. You look a proper mess! Why are you wet?»