11.Jun.13, 01:26 AM
Once finished with the dessication of her meal, Caxith settled on her haunches and began to clean her forelimbs. I always look lovely. She said archly, turning one brightly amused eye towards Besulth. C'vir's comment went ignored in turn and she rumbled lowly, though it's a much better view from under the water. Her tone was heavy with mirth, a velvety undertone to her words as she continued her cleaning despite knowing full well that a trip to the lake would be insisted upon in favor of having her “gory face” get all over T’rielle’s hut.
“Well,” T’rielle said with a chuckle, “someone’s got their work cut out for them.” He couldn't help but agree with Besulth on that front, though the greenrider certainly wasn't the one to make such a judgement as he'd always be happy to have additional partners in crime whenever he could. He hadn't seen a whole lot of the brownrider since they'd graduated from Weyrlinghood, but he remembered him well. C'vir had always been the one to say no. He never genuinely held it against the brownrider, but he couldn’t quite help the occasional teasing remark, and Besulth had a tendency to egg the green pair on as it was. It was never really genuine, because T’rielle never had any shortage of partners in crime.
Water is not all that different from air, really. It’s a bit heavier, and you move slower, but some would consider that a good thing, don’t you think? The green purred, eyes whirling happily as she made her way towards the two riders and away from the remains of her meal. She didn’t impose on their space, which was really rather kind of her in T’rielle’s opinion, because she had a habit of getting ridiculously in the way most other times. Maybe I’ll change your mind someday. If anybody ever said she was roundabout in her scheming, T’rielle decided he was going to invite them over for supper some night, give them a glow, and plop them down next to Caxith and let them listen to her plotting all night.
“Well,” T’rielle said with a chuckle, “someone’s got their work cut out for them.” He couldn't help but agree with Besulth on that front, though the greenrider certainly wasn't the one to make such a judgement as he'd always be happy to have additional partners in crime whenever he could. He hadn't seen a whole lot of the brownrider since they'd graduated from Weyrlinghood, but he remembered him well. C'vir had always been the one to say no. He never genuinely held it against the brownrider, but he couldn’t quite help the occasional teasing remark, and Besulth had a tendency to egg the green pair on as it was. It was never really genuine, because T’rielle never had any shortage of partners in crime.