Polite Pays [Wolfkitt]

[Dragon]

Swearing under her breath, Xesne pushed a few loose, sweaty waves back from her face. She was old for a weyrling, recently twenty-nine, and she didn't want to be outstripped by her younger classmates. Rubiculath had been the only bronze in the clutch, and he'd chosen her, something that Xesne was fiercely proud of.

She'd been running through some basic sword exercises, and she grounded her practice blade in the dirt, looking over at Rubiculath lazing at the edge of the training ground. He was a gorgeous bronze, and Xesne was looking forward to the future he was going to bring her.

You don't have to work so hard. No one else does.

Xesne eyed Rubiculath and shook her head softly - then straightened as she saw she was not alone. "Am I in your way?"

[Wolfkitt]

Lazy days were not something Ca'to enjoyed... Not even a little bit. But his routine had not taken him near as long as he would have liked and he found himself with some time to kill. Raseth voiced interest in stretching his wings even though they had enjoyed a flight early that morning. So he had indulged them for a while before spiraling down toward the Weyrbowl. There was no scheduled training sessions for anyone at the moment as far as he knew so Ca'to would wander off toward the training ground. He had been neglecting his own personal training and he felt it.

Don't be silly, Mine... You get plenty of training. It's just different.
You should be spending your time doing other things. His voice drifted over Ca'to's mind in his unspoken constant suggestion. "We are fine on our own Raseth. What use is the idle prattle you seem to insist on? What should I talk to the Bronze riders about? The weather?" A soft scoff rang out in his mind but then changed to that odd slightly distorted chuckle in his mind.

If that's what you really want to talk about... Looks like you'll get your chance. Before Ca'to could inquire, he walked into the Training area only to find it wasn't actually empty. A woman he didn't readily recognize was already utilizing the space for exactly what he planned on doing. Well there was no reason that they couldn't both use the space, even if he wouldn't say that out loud. He would watch for a few moments, observing her form and her technique. Having been around swords all his life, it was one of the things that immediately captivated his interest. Yet as she seemed to be finished, and dug the tip of the sword into the ground, he felt his lip curl in an instant dislike of the treatment of the weapon. Sure it was just a training sword, but still.

Steps carried him past the woman even as her question filled the air. He didn't look back at her, moving to the rack where some of the practice swords could be found. Hand moving over to peruse them as he sought out one of the less dinged up horrendous looking ones to utilize himself. He chuckled softly to himself and quirked a brow as he finally acknowledged her presence. "Not unless you are determined to fill the entire space by yourself." Lifting his gaze to meet her own for a brief moment before engaging in a few small warm up moves of his own making sure to give her a respectful space for the time being.

A soft sigh in his mind was heard. We have got to work on your people skills... Raseth moved over toward the young Bronze giving out a light call so not to startle the young dragon. Afternoon Rubiculath. I hope you are well? How is training going? Already it was likely that the young Bronze was larger than the Blue that approached him even though he was his senior by a few turns but that didn't seem to dissuade him from engaging in interaction. Now Raseth was not always one who was sought after for company, but he was nice enough especially if your hide was bronze or gold. Eh, they could give this social interaction thing another try even if it was clear who was more practiced at it.

[Dragon]

Despite being not quite ten months old, Rubiculath was larger than Raseth. He stretched slowly, flaring his wings slightly to emphasize his elegance and size, how he was already the essence of what a dragon should be. Good day, Raseth. My Xesne insists she needs extra training, but I think she is doing quite well. Look at her - she is almost as graceful as I.

Xesne smiled at Rubiculath in amusement. Vanity was, perhaps, his largest flaw - although she had to admit that he wasn't wrong in his perception of himself. He was very much the ideal bronze. "I will do my best not to get in your way, bluerider," she said, respectful and pleasant. She needed to continue to press herself, to improve. Xesne kept her smile small, restrained, and professional. "I am afraid I am a good bit older than most of the other members of my weyrling class, and the last thing I want is to fail Rubiculath and the Weyr."

She would be the ideal of the upstanding dragonrider. It would get her far, and she would climb the rest of the way herself. And Rubiculath ... he would bring her the power she so craved. For now, though, she was only slightly elevated by riding bronze. She was still only a weyrling.