[G] [C] 739.11.02 | Broody Bonding

When Syrendryth was a baby, T’ryn was always excited to bathe and oil his dragon and didn’t mind doing the chore a second time with Rhezalth while N’mor recovered from losing his arm. But then the dragons grew up, and boy did they grow. There was so much of Syrendryth now that T’ryn couldn’t stop the groan that always came when he knew it was bath time. At least his dragon kept his gangly appearance and didn’t put on weight, giving him more to scrub. As it was, they compromised with a slight cheat, letting Syrendryth swim a bit, getting most of the dust off and loosening any caked on dirt—which was never really an issue since his dragon was too dignified to go rolling around in mud. They never skimped on the oiling, though. No way would T’ryn ever allow that to happen! He’d never forgive himself if Syrendryth had scarring due to his poor job of oiling the soft hide. Along with Rhezalth, he practically sparkled in the sunlight when little because of his rider’s paranoia of messing up not one, but two dragons.

Honestly, bath time had happened only three days earlier but thanks to their trip to High Reaches Weyr that was abandoned and very dusty and dirty, another bath was in order. So they were at the lake, Syrendryth paddling around in the deeper area and moving his way to the shallows when a green pair landed. They caught Syrendryth’s attention first as T’ryn was lost in his thoughts, thinking back on everything that had happened the day before and startled back to reality when, Halomirth and her rider F’drel, broke through his thoughts. T’ryn frowned, wondering why he was getting names randomly tossed at him, and then followed his dragon’s gaze and saw why.

Wasn’t that one of Mylorah’s friends? Technically that could be said about everyone, his sister taking after their father in the social butterfly area, but he’d seen her sitting with the greenrider from time to time, chatting him up and seeming to have a good time. He looked for her but didn’t see her and wondered if it was bath time for the little green as well or if the pair just liked swimming. It seemed at least one of them liked socialising if the way Halomirth charged right for the mentally sighing bronze was any indication. T’ryn bit back a grin, amused at his dragon’s suffering. He knew Syrendryth didn’t talk to many humans, but he was never sure how often he spoke to other dragons and how interactive a conversation was. He had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to ignore this green, though.

I’m well, Halomirth. Are you here to swim or sun? Syrendryth’s voice smooth, as always, with only the usual hint of slyness but nothing else. He was being rather polite as he found the young green friendly and not disrespectful. Not hearing the conversation, T’ryn took the fact that Syrendryth hadn’t turned away from Halomirth as a good sign and decided not to worry about them, turning his attention to F’drel.

“Hi, F’drel, right? I’ve seen my… Mylorah pestering you before.” Just because they were both rather loose-lipped about them being related didn’t mean she had actually told F’drel R’nd was her dad. Maybe he was friends with R’nd and would say something so he kept their link quiet. “Glad to see you’ve survived that. Oh, and R’dal. He’s mentioned visiting you a lot when he comes by. Welcome to the club of people with infinite patience.” He laughed as he waved to the spot beside him on his blanket. Since he had no plans to get in the water himself that day, he’d come prepared to laze around in the sun and be lost with his thoughts for a while, but he supposed he could be social for a while. He could actually hear Mylorah’s voice in the back of his head nagging him to get out more and make new friends.