A Dead Day

[Spirithawk]

Mneith shook his wedge-shaped head in a gesture that was unusually human-like. He snorted. I think it is the memory bit.

"Sounds like a plan." The brownrider said. Rhia looked up from scrubbing Mneith's hide. "I wouldn't want to interrupt your leisure time. If you want to though you can help. I have an extra brush on top of my pack."

She is just trying to help salvage your pride.

[Akki]

Akki shrugged and said, "I'll rot and turn into a puddle if I contine to sit there for the rest of my life. I'm surprised I haven't all ready.". She pushed herself up from the ground, brushed off the dirt and grabbed the brush from where it laid and went to work on Mneith's hide.

You're just in denial Ebbeth returned contently and dipped underneath the clear surface.

[Spirithawk]

Rhia chuckled. The rider was a far cry from the unsure, grief ridden girl that had come to the weyr at least four Turns ago. She was now ninteen, almost twenty Turns old and her dragon was a fully mature brown. "Well, I can't say I don't welcome the help." She scrubbed at a patch of hide when Mneith complained that it itched.

Me? Denial? I think it is you who needs to realize that you are in denial. The brown spoke with a lofty tone. He started to lash his tail but Rhia shouted at him. "Mneith, you will get Akki soaked and how is that a way to repay her for helping to scrub your enormous expanse of hide?"

[Akki]

Akki, seeing the moving tail at least she saw it before it stopping, threw up her hands to cover her face, expecting a wave of cold water to hit her any moment. Put your arms down. You are starting to look like a fool Ebbeth said, silently snickering at his mine.

Opening one eye, she peeked out and noticed that there was no wave coming towards her, or a wave at all. Putting down her arms she sighed and said, " Shards Mneith, you just scared the living daylight out of me.".