Rinsing off [Open]

Fling food? Whyever would it do that? Caymath stilled in surprise. 'Brats these days don't have enough discipline. Especially the ones down here. It was almost word for word one of his rider's opinions, one said and felt frequently enough that it had become dogmatic for the blue as well. Unless it was one of the very young ones? He asked almost hopefully. Ah, well. If it wasn't, it would cheer J'di up to have someone share her sentiments on the subject.

Faredin's eyes widened in surprise at V'riy's commentary. Of course he knew who the pair was. Bronzeriders were important enough that he'd made it a point to memorize all of Katila's, and had made a start on the brownriders. He was a bit fuzzier on the weyrlings, but figured that was okay. Not all of them always survived to the end anyway.

He wasn't put out that the man didn't know who he was, though. What was one more boy among many? "I'm Faredin, sir. The Weyrlingmaster is my mother." Faredin preferred to use of of his mother's titles than her actual name- it felt more respectful, and the formality suited them both.

His expression turned guarded as he watched the bronzerider, however. Not all the adults liked the idea of a female bluerider and Faredin hated having to deal with insults to his mother. Especially if it came from a rider. It was much easier when it happened with other weyrbrats- them, he could set-to with properly.

"A weyrling required her attention, but Caymath wanted to come here for a bath, so I volunteered to come instead." He hurried on with the explanation, pleased to have a distraction from the other subject. It was close enough to what had happened that Faredin had no qualms about blurring the truth- he would have volunteered if J'di hadn't requested it.