Rinsing off [Open]

I've never understood Nirinath's choice to blindly follow that woman's every whim, Morith immediately responded, liking Caymath more and more. He rolled over onto his back in the water, propelling himself along the surface with slow, long strokes of his wings and quicker strokes with his tail. His legs kicked along underwater to add to his speed, but he hadn't quite figured out what to do with his arms yet, so they hung limply at his sides.

Feeling something brush by his wings, the startled bronze turned over and submerged his head, looking for the culprit. When he identified a large colorful fish that was hurrying away in fear just as fast as his fins would carry him, the bronze stuck his head back out of the water, letting out a loud snort. He whipped his tail around in the water like an agitated cat, splashing water every which way.

Fish, the dragon commented by way of explanation to Caymath.

V'riy was listening so intently to Faredin that he missed the chance to tease Morith. His eyebrows rose in surprise at the boy but he was impressed with the boy's confidence. "A bronze to be Weyrleader, eh? Well, apparently you can be Weyrleader with a brown, too… " his voice trailed off and his eyes became a bit distant.

Hearing Faredin's next question, he maintained his calm, friendly expression, not revealing the tumult of emotions that the boy's words caused to rise up inside of him. "Hmm…" he stalled, giving himself time to collect his thoughts and calm the storm of emotions that Faredin had inadvertently stirred up. "Well, what bronzerider hasn't thought about being Weyrleader?" he responded, smiling widely. "When I was younger, I trusted in the leadership and was content to have free time to myself for exploring Pern. I go a bit stir-crazy if I don't get away often enough," he explained.

He made sure to leave out the part about being afraid Morith would lose the flight to an older, more experienced bronze. Morith was amazing but he was not invincible. And V'riy could not accept defeat. If Morith was to fly, it would be to win and V'riy wanted him experienced when he did it, to give him the best possible chance. Not to mention flying a gold meant dealing with the rider that came with it, and so far what riders he had seen matched with golds would not have been compatible with him whatsoever. Tsuen was the worst he had seen yet, and the young gold weyrlings were just.. not quite what he was looking for. They were too amenable to R'nya's machinations.

Morith shared his opinion about the golds at Katila. So far none had caught his fancy and dragon and rider had been in harmony about not pursuing gold. The greens were much more fun, though their flights were shorter, and their antics coupled with their size made for a fabulous challenge. Though Morith did feel a bit of a sting at not having caught a gold dragon, knowing well that a gold clutch was a sign of the bronze's virility.

Turning to Faredin, the bronzerider pretended to look around for any observers before speaking. "But now, recently, at Katila… I've been considering it," he admitted to Faredin. "Although I think it might take some time to accomplish, if I did pursue it. Currently I'm just a lowly wingrider," he said, winking at Faredin conspiratorially. He left unsaid that Morith would never fly Nirinath because his rider couldn't stand being in the same room as Tsuen.