[Log] Issas.
Who: Issa, R'en.
What: A greenrider visits a bronzerider and they do not have sex.
Where: The lake.
When: Sometime after Issa's visit with Roa, I imagine.
Southern Bowl
The bowl floor is a broad expanse of gravel and dust, packed flat over decades of dragonweight landing on it. Kept free of vegetation, the only color variation across the vast hollow of the bowl are the dragons, in good weather often found sunning on low ledges or sprawled along the floor itself. The well-worn, charcoal-grey walls of the bowl are nearly vertical, far too steep for even the most adventurous climber to attempt. The rim of the bowl, marked by a rainbow of perching dragons at all times of the day, is topped with massive stone spires that stretch upwards into the blue vault of the sky. There are seven in all, great black fingers of stone that seem, from where you stand, to touch the clouds.
Here the lake dominates the bowl floor, wind-scattered waves lapping at the gravel shore. A few scrawny shrubs to the southeast mark the fenced-in enclosure of the feeding grounds, bordered on its southwestern edge by the lake itself. Following the wall here will lead to the entrance to the weyrling complex and, past that, the stairs that lead to the guest weyr. On the other side of the lake is a vast, yawning tunnel curving upwards slightly, connecting to the long road leading away from High Reaches Weyr. Adjoining the exit is the high arch of the infirmary entrance.
It's a bleak fall day, soggy with rain and stricken with the occasional attack of snow flurries. The mud is thick underfoot and the cold is invasive, creeping through layered clothing to bite the skin beneath.
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Having done morning things, the weyrlings progress further into their day to do more, other-time-of-day things. One in particular spends his hours before lunch at the lake, before going to collect a certain little red-headed girl for lunchdate. Sehkrath, freshly bathed, sits glistening on the shore, his forepaws tucked in under him and his head drooped. A few feet off to his side, R'en skips rocks across the water with much success, success that sounds like 'plop'.
Crunching footfalls depart from the line of the fence at the edge of the feeding pens, wandering further down on the gravelly shore of the lake. A simple glance will show it to be Issa, the wingsecond's knot giving her away if the odd, near-waddling stride and dome of a belly didn't. Further indication is the electric green dragon behind her, Oshisyth just finishing up her meal of a few small wherries with talon-licking gusto. She has her hands dug deep into the pockets of the long man's coat she's taken to wearing these days and her lips are pressed against the cold, except for the brief, "Morning," she calls out to him. It's soon obvious after that that her path isn't exactly a general one, and is instead aiming right for him.
Surely R'en must be expecting a visit from one of the weyrling staff; if the way he looks at Issa when he hears her voice is any indication, he just wasn't expecting /her/. Since he turned a little, when he looked, he has to turn again to go back to what he was doing, which he does like she never happened. "Didn't think D'ven the kind t'make you do things he should be doin'. Considerin' your belly." Not 'condition'. He isn't for that kind of vocabulary. Sehkrath stirs, rousing enough to croak a raspy greeting at the pair making their way for him and His.
"He isn't," Issa responds frankly, taking her eyes off of him when he turns back and letting them drift to his bronze, who gets a smoothly lifted smile and a nod. "I insist. Despite being too fat to function," she adds with a dry note to her voice that puffs up into little clouds off fog in front of her face. She keeps wandering, her steps slowing but still progressing until she finds herself at the side opposite his dragon, standing a few feet from his shoulder. "So you really punched R'vain?" she asks, some bit of amusement lurking elusively under her inquisitive tone. Oshisyth gives the pair of carcasses between her forelegs one last nosing-over before picking herself up, launching into the air lightly and soaring over the grouping along the shore with a faint peep of greeting for the bronze weyrling. Into the water she goes, diving deep before paddling back to the shallows.
Whether or not it was her intention, he smirks a little at 'too fat to function'. It doesn't come along with words, though, that expression, in fact it isn't until she asks /that/ that R'en uses his voice again. He waits, though, hefts the stone he has ready before letting it go, watches it skip three times across the still lake and turns his hand over to inspect it himself, bruised knuckles and all. "That ain't why you're here?" Oshisyth's disturbing the water gets Sehkrath's full attention, even if he doesn't move much, careful around the greenrider at his side.
Issa's turn to smirk, her eyes sliding sideways from watching her green to find R'en again as her lips twist into a lopsided smile. "That's part of why I'm here," she admits, taming that smile down smaller as she crosses her arms over the upper swell of her stomach. "I just kind of wanted to hear it from you. Officially, of course, there's a punishment heading your way. But unofficially," and her voice drops conspiratorially as she leans a hair toward him, keeping their secret from the listening rocks, "between you and me, you just became my favorite weyrling. Don't tell the others, mind you." Her gaze draws back to Oshisyth, who is burbling bubbles up through the water as she watches Sehkrath on the shore. "Wouldn't want anyone to get jealous."
/Being/ watched makes Sehkrath a little self-conscious. What, is it his head? Hunching his shoulders and nestling into the little burrow of earth he's made for himself, he croons an ugly croon that ends in a rough sound like a boat's rudder finding the shallow parts of the water. His rider eyes Issa in a sidelong manner, a little suspicious amongst his being amused. "Didn't do it t'earn any favors." He shrugs a shoulder and turns to the water again, the half-grin he'd been wearing a second ago gone. "How many other parts are there?" To elaborate on his vagueness, R'en adds, "T'your bein' here."
The bronze's sound only goes to gain him another pair of eyes, riderly this time; Issa glances his way while she lets her smile perk a bit higher once again. "That's good," she responds with an overly casual tone, "because you weren't really going to get any in the first place." A shrug lifts and then she turns to face R'en again and attend his question. "Mmm," she ponders quietly to herself, watching her toe as it scuffs into a gathering of small stones. "About... two, I think. Math isn't really my strong suit, though." A beat and then her eyes are riveted on his face as she says, "I know you're worried about your sister."
He /almost/ smirks again. It could have been either thing she said, knowing him, but it doesn't matter. Soon as his sister is mentioned he sobers instantly and takes a sudden breath in through his nose that flares his nostrils, his hand on his hips and his head down so all of his attention can be on his boots. Who knows /what/ things he's thinking now. "Yeah," he says, too quick and too sharp. "Reckon the most o'the place does by now. Why?" The look R'en gives her is made with only the corners of his eyes. "Hasn't done anything t'our doin' things, me'n him." 'Him'; Sehkrath vibrates with a bass rumbling. Why, he doesn't ask, should she care?
Issa's smiling easy expression doesn't falter in the least as she talks, but her voice drops the thinly veiled amusement quite quickly. "This is the less official," that word again, "part of why I'm here," she tells him. "There isn't exactly a 'why.'" The wind kicks a curl into her face and she breaks long enough to push it firmly behind her ear. "I just wanted to see how you were handling it all. I know where she is," she admits to him, her tone kept low. Oshisyth, seemingly oblivious to the conversation, slides her way up the stones right in front of the three of them, still scratching blood smudges from her muzzle with her talons. Her tail slaps down into the water nearest to Sehkrath, sending up a small shower of splashes that she, also, seems unaware of.
That has his attention. "You know." There's another grin, here, but it's so cynical and 'figures' that a person would have to be blind to see it as the least bit cheerful. "Sorta makes me wonder how many people do, how many they told 'sides me." His hands have fallen to hang, lifeless, at his sides. For a long moment he just stares while Oshisyth slithers forth, not seeming to really see her; Sehkrath makes up for his rider's lack of observance. Blinking eyelids when droplets smatter his damp hide, he makes a surprised, delighted noise and looks like he might spread his wings in a fit of joy. She /splashed/ him. R'en too blinks, though for different reasons. One of those dead hands comes back to life to push his hair back from his forehead. "Doesn't matter how'm handlin' it, it's done. Let's just move ont'the part where you punish me." He'll look at her on this next note, his eyebrows angled low over his eyes-- "Officially."
Oshisyth's tail lifts from the water again as she busies herself with grooming, held weaving above the surface though it doesn't plunge down just yet, hanging there in suspense instead. "Alright," Issa answers to that easily, her voice turning sharply official, "you'll have full latrine duty for the next month and extra laps until we feel you've run enough. And I'm afraid your free time after today is going to be severely restricted." So enjoy that lunchdate. "That doesn't mean I'm going away, though," she softens, her shoulders dropping the straightness that even she didn't realize they'd gained. She stands for a silent moment, turning her eyes from him to the dragons, idly switching between the two. "I know why you wouldn't want her there, too," she tells him flatly, though her lips still bend up into that shallow smile that would seem pleasant from any distance. "I don't know what made them choose her, considering," she says, a bit of hardness leaking through into her tone, "or why they chose not to let you know, but that's what they did and she's there. Now, you can yell at her all you want when you get back, but she's safer right now without your interference. You know that."
Pockets have become full of hands during Issa's doling out of punishment and all she says after, R'en standing tall and still with his eyes on the lake. Showing no real interest - externally anyway - of what she's saying, Sehkrath watches the greenrider's dragon, or more appropriately her tail, with keen fascination. When she's all finished - the rider, that is - the human half of the bronze pair juts his chin out most stubbornly. But when he speaks, what he says isn't stubborn at all. "I know that." Of course things do change, like his tone in the sentences to come. "All due respect'n all, I've heard it before. What you're sayin'. You don't have t'convince me not t'do somethin' crazy so you don't have t'waste your time standin' here. She shouldn't've sent you."
"I think I can choose to waste my time however I wish, thank you," Issa retorts lightly, though her small smile has grown a bit tighter, a bit more strained. "As for her... whatever's between you two, I'm not in it. She mentioned that you were upset, that she didn't know what you'd do about it. I decided to come talk to you about it." The fingers crossed underneath her elbow patter a slow beat against her coat, audible in the pause but quickly covered up by her voice again. "And I'm not the one you're mad at, so you can stop bristling at me," she says flatly, sliding one last glance his way before she too turns to watch the water. Oshisyth finally lets her tail fall when her rider finishes her bit, the flat of it hitting the surface with a resounding smack that sends and even stronger splash against the bronze. Instead of ignoring her own antics this time, though, she curls her muzzle around to face him, snorting a long breath and stirring up ripples that radiate toward him.
/Joy/. Sehkrath gets so few chances for playfulness. Oshisyth's antics make a noise happen somewhere at the back of his mouth, a gurgle, and he slowly rises just enough so that when he starts sneaking over to that green only the curve of his belly besides his paws will touch the water. During his lifemate's forward progress, R'en continues. "She didn't know what t'do?" His mouth quirks. "She's the expert on me. Might as well be writin' books'n I think you got a hint o'that before you came, when she talked t'you." But she's right and in the end he can only sigh and fold his arms. There's a lot of that kind of casual fidgeting going on, his inability to keep himself still. "'M not mad at anyone."
A slow spreading of her smile is all that answers his speculations about Roa, but Issa remains silent on that front, choosing to respond only to his final comment. "Well, you certainly had all of us fooled. I'm sure R'vain will be glad to hear that your hit was out of love, though," she says, altering her stance just slightly so that she faces him more than the lapping water. Oshisyth fairly wriggles in place when the Sehkrath begins to move forward, and when he's far enough to block water from reaching their riders, she raises her tail with another spray, larger droplets scattered up instead of down this time.
"Never said I /wasn't/ mad," R'en is quick to correct, putting his hands back into his pockets and rocking back on his heels. His grin, this time, is fully pleasant, the eye-wrinkling kind. "Violence surely does not solve everything but it /does/ tend t'help." Another little look at Issa, more grinning, "From time t'time." It could be absurdly comical that Sehkrath's eyes follow up as many of the droplets as they can at once and he watches them all come down on him like impending doom is encroaching. After more blinking and general glistening he barks and lifts a forepaw to daintily flick water at /her/. Oh he is ferocious. "So is it all she told you it'd be?"
"And more," Issa returns while her eyes meet his, her tone swooning though it's an impish set she has to her widening smile. Oshisyth peeps with exaggerated surprise as he splashes her, rolling back a bit as if the force of the water has thrown her, a wing even lifting open as if she has to catch herself. When she rolls straight again, though, she does so suddenly and sends a wave back at him, a wave that even her rider edges back from as it laps shallowly up to the toes of her boots. "How are you two getting along otherwise?" she asks, her attention now wholly on the playing dragons though she remains turned to R'en. If this is the third part of her inquiries, she makes no official segue.
And if she doesn't make official segue, he doesn't make official acknowledgement of the lack of segue. Then again, maybe such sudden changes in topic have become familiar over time. If he steps back too, he does a little, it's only because she does, less so because he's worried about water. Getting wet holds so little threat to someone who's going to get three kinds of dirty /today/. Chances are he's been splattered a little already, though shown no notice of it. Sehkrath is drenched, shows surprise in large, widened eyes. But then it's on and he's lashing his own tail through the water and croaking loudly. Whee! "We get along," the man part answers, choosing to ignore all that 'more' stuff though he gives her another of those half-grins. "He's gettin' bigger'n I don't really think he knows what t'do with himself." Pause. "How're you?" It was bound to happen, and if he should give an extra glance to her conscpicuous midsection, well, forgive him.
Oshisyth chirps with actual surprise this time as Sehkrath begins cavorting around, heaving to her feet and picking her playful way into deeper water. She crouches to face him when she does, her muzzle buried beneath so that only her singly lidded eyes peek out at him, tail flicking idly as she waits for him to follow. Issa, apparently, forgives, for though she gives him a knowingly narrowed glance when his eyes return to her face, she answers, "Fine. Tired, but that's nothing new." Then, with an easy repetition and a slow slanting of her smile, "We get along," a hand reaching up to lie flush against the side of that expanded belly. "When it's not rattling at my insides, that is ."
"They do that," says the expert on (failed)pregnancies with a charmed little smile on. "How far along're you now?" There might be a tiny part of him, similar to the tiny part in most people, that wants to touch the curve of that belly but, politely, he refrains. "Talked t'your fella, by the way," he adds a beat later, scratching idly at his grizzled cheek. He hasn't yet spared a look for his other half besides a glance in the beginning of his splashing about because, well, Sehkrath being goofy is a normal thing. The bronze follows trustingly into deeper waters, sloshing clumsily like eager boys do; he flicks more water at her with his paw, flickflick.
While Oshisyth's tail is her weapon of choice, little swishes sending splashes his way. But as soon as he's wandered closer, she lifts her muzzle with one grand sweep and sends a slew of water across to swamp him. Issa on the shore shoots her dragon a mildly reproving glance as she answers distractedly, "Little over six months." Then it's back to him, nodding as her eyes fall down to the water's edge. "Yeah, I'd heard." When and from whom, she doesn't say, instead continuing as she looks up again, "He's doing better." Than what? She also doesn't say. "It's just we..." she pauses and the weyrling gets a sideways look before she proceeds, "Neither of us really wanted to do it this way." A shrug dismisses whatever heaviness her light tone wasn't able to eliminate, and she turns a smile on the splash fight ahead.
The splash fight that will probably end in a whimpering and wet Sehkrath, but for now he's a trooper. Shaking his big head around to rid it of loose dripdrops, he splashes about like a floundering fish and snorts. Wet! The horror. He's back in the game in the next instant, this time using all manner of exaggerated gestures with any limbs he can think of to splash splash splash. /Now/ R'en'll move back a little on his own, giving the two rolicking dragons a decent eyeing. Kids. "Yeah," is distracted, but he isn't that way for long. When he looks over at her he adds, "Hard t'be ready for that kinda thing. He said the same thing's you just now, only he also said he's gonna take it anyway. Think you should know."
The little bronze is probably getting himself wet more than he's hitting his target, but ever the good sport Oshisyth slides her head into target range and comes up shaking droplets from her headknobs. Her attack is more subtle this time, nose stuck deep under the water he's churning so she can let out a snorted breath and send bubbles racing up on him from beneath. And, as she withdraws, a few drips from her muzzle for good measure. "Thanks," Issa replies simply, her gratefulness mixed with an elusive trace of awkwardness as she glances at the ground again. "He didn't give you too much trouble when you tried to talk to him, did he?" she asks a beat later, peeking back up with a lifted eyebrow.
For all his sometimes-abrasiveness, R'en knows how to handle /some/ delicate situations. Like when she looks down he doesn't watch her and when she looks back up again he gives her a little smile and answers easily. "He was downright pleasant." Because when she doesn't believe him then at least it can come off as a joke. With the addition of bubbles, Sehkrath lets out a giddy little sound and stops all his thrashing if only for a second to watch their creation. /Bubbles/. After much more thrashing and some more snorts he ducks his snout to try his hand at /bubbles/, earning him a confused glance from His. "Had the nicest o'chats. Over tea."
Issa lets out a silent chuckle as Reyce is described as pleasant, and upgrades to a more audible one when he reveals they had tea. "I'm sure you did," she answers, not even bothering to pretend to be convinced. She turns to watch Oshisyth as the green gleefully blows more bubbles for the bronze, coaching him in his own attempts. Deep as you can, then /blow./ Issa draws herself back from her silent watching a moment later, uncrossing her arms and letting her hands find those deep pockets again as she announces, "Time for my lunch now, I suppose," with a trace of weariness for a day only half done. "I hope you enjoy your lesson." Of course she's aware of those lessons' nature, but she merely gives hope that they may not be included in his now-curtailed free time.
Deep as he can, then /blow/. The first two attempts end up with lots of messy snorting when water goes /up/ his nose, but Sehkrath keeps a big eye trained on Oshisyth, gets it on the third and ribbits excitedly. He blows bubbles! Whether it's for his partner's newfound joy or for Issa's dry acceptance of the recounting of tea with Reyce, R'en is grinning again. When the greenrider transitions into the leaving portion of their meeting he looks over at her and lifts an eyebrow. His turn. Instead of any kind of /verbal/ response he musters up a single grunt, sort of an 'nnh' with his mouth pulling up in the corner. Lesson, punishment, crap.
Issa, adept at interpreting grunts, fields this one with that same small smile. A hand lifted from its pocket to lay a fleeting, consoling goodbye on R'en's arm as she starts on her way. "Don't let him tire himself out," she imparts that last tidbit, for Oshisyth shows every intention of staying to play while her rider waddles her way back up the shore to the living caverns to eat for two.
What: A greenrider visits a bronzerider and they do not have sex.
Where: The lake.
When: Sometime after Issa's visit with Roa, I imagine.
Southern Bowl
The bowl floor is a broad expanse of gravel and dust, packed flat over decades of dragonweight landing on it. Kept free of vegetation, the only color variation across the vast hollow of the bowl are the dragons, in good weather often found sunning on low ledges or sprawled along the floor itself. The well-worn, charcoal-grey walls of the bowl are nearly vertical, far too steep for even the most adventurous climber to attempt. The rim of the bowl, marked by a rainbow of perching dragons at all times of the day, is topped with massive stone spires that stretch upwards into the blue vault of the sky. There are seven in all, great black fingers of stone that seem, from where you stand, to touch the clouds.
Here the lake dominates the bowl floor, wind-scattered waves lapping at the gravel shore. A few scrawny shrubs to the southeast mark the fenced-in enclosure of the feeding grounds, bordered on its southwestern edge by the lake itself. Following the wall here will lead to the entrance to the weyrling complex and, past that, the stairs that lead to the guest weyr. On the other side of the lake is a vast, yawning tunnel curving upwards slightly, connecting to the long road leading away from High Reaches Weyr. Adjoining the exit is the high arch of the infirmary entrance.
It's a bleak fall day, soggy with rain and stricken with the occasional attack of snow flurries. The mud is thick underfoot and the cold is invasive, creeping through layered clothing to bite the skin beneath.
This room may be +watched (+help watch).
Obvious Exits:
Caucus Barracks (CB) Dragon Barracks (DB) Northern Bowl (NB)
Infirmary (INF) Guest Weyr (GW) Weyrling Complex (WC)
Feeding Grounds (FG) Exit Tunnel (ET)
Having done morning things, the weyrlings progress further into their day to do more, other-time-of-day things. One in particular spends his hours before lunch at the lake, before going to collect a certain little red-headed girl for lunchdate. Sehkrath, freshly bathed, sits glistening on the shore, his forepaws tucked in under him and his head drooped. A few feet off to his side, R'en skips rocks across the water with much success, success that sounds like 'plop'.
Crunching footfalls depart from the line of the fence at the edge of the feeding pens, wandering further down on the gravelly shore of the lake. A simple glance will show it to be Issa, the wingsecond's knot giving her away if the odd, near-waddling stride and dome of a belly didn't. Further indication is the electric green dragon behind her, Oshisyth just finishing up her meal of a few small wherries with talon-licking gusto. She has her hands dug deep into the pockets of the long man's coat she's taken to wearing these days and her lips are pressed against the cold, except for the brief, "Morning," she calls out to him. It's soon obvious after that that her path isn't exactly a general one, and is instead aiming right for him.
Surely R'en must be expecting a visit from one of the weyrling staff; if the way he looks at Issa when he hears her voice is any indication, he just wasn't expecting /her/. Since he turned a little, when he looked, he has to turn again to go back to what he was doing, which he does like she never happened. "Didn't think D'ven the kind t'make you do things he should be doin'. Considerin' your belly." Not 'condition'. He isn't for that kind of vocabulary. Sehkrath stirs, rousing enough to croak a raspy greeting at the pair making their way for him and His.
"He isn't," Issa responds frankly, taking her eyes off of him when he turns back and letting them drift to his bronze, who gets a smoothly lifted smile and a nod. "I insist. Despite being too fat to function," she adds with a dry note to her voice that puffs up into little clouds off fog in front of her face. She keeps wandering, her steps slowing but still progressing until she finds herself at the side opposite his dragon, standing a few feet from his shoulder. "So you really punched R'vain?" she asks, some bit of amusement lurking elusively under her inquisitive tone. Oshisyth gives the pair of carcasses between her forelegs one last nosing-over before picking herself up, launching into the air lightly and soaring over the grouping along the shore with a faint peep of greeting for the bronze weyrling. Into the water she goes, diving deep before paddling back to the shallows.
Whether or not it was her intention, he smirks a little at 'too fat to function'. It doesn't come along with words, though, that expression, in fact it isn't until she asks /that/ that R'en uses his voice again. He waits, though, hefts the stone he has ready before letting it go, watches it skip three times across the still lake and turns his hand over to inspect it himself, bruised knuckles and all. "That ain't why you're here?" Oshisyth's disturbing the water gets Sehkrath's full attention, even if he doesn't move much, careful around the greenrider at his side.
Issa's turn to smirk, her eyes sliding sideways from watching her green to find R'en again as her lips twist into a lopsided smile. "That's part of why I'm here," she admits, taming that smile down smaller as she crosses her arms over the upper swell of her stomach. "I just kind of wanted to hear it from you. Officially, of course, there's a punishment heading your way. But unofficially," and her voice drops conspiratorially as she leans a hair toward him, keeping their secret from the listening rocks, "between you and me, you just became my favorite weyrling. Don't tell the others, mind you." Her gaze draws back to Oshisyth, who is burbling bubbles up through the water as she watches Sehkrath on the shore. "Wouldn't want anyone to get jealous."
/Being/ watched makes Sehkrath a little self-conscious. What, is it his head? Hunching his shoulders and nestling into the little burrow of earth he's made for himself, he croons an ugly croon that ends in a rough sound like a boat's rudder finding the shallow parts of the water. His rider eyes Issa in a sidelong manner, a little suspicious amongst his being amused. "Didn't do it t'earn any favors." He shrugs a shoulder and turns to the water again, the half-grin he'd been wearing a second ago gone. "How many other parts are there?" To elaborate on his vagueness, R'en adds, "T'your bein' here."
The bronze's sound only goes to gain him another pair of eyes, riderly this time; Issa glances his way while she lets her smile perk a bit higher once again. "That's good," she responds with an overly casual tone, "because you weren't really going to get any in the first place." A shrug lifts and then she turns to face R'en again and attend his question. "Mmm," she ponders quietly to herself, watching her toe as it scuffs into a gathering of small stones. "About... two, I think. Math isn't really my strong suit, though." A beat and then her eyes are riveted on his face as she says, "I know you're worried about your sister."
He /almost/ smirks again. It could have been either thing she said, knowing him, but it doesn't matter. Soon as his sister is mentioned he sobers instantly and takes a sudden breath in through his nose that flares his nostrils, his hand on his hips and his head down so all of his attention can be on his boots. Who knows /what/ things he's thinking now. "Yeah," he says, too quick and too sharp. "Reckon the most o'the place does by now. Why?" The look R'en gives her is made with only the corners of his eyes. "Hasn't done anything t'our doin' things, me'n him." 'Him'; Sehkrath vibrates with a bass rumbling. Why, he doesn't ask, should she care?
Issa's smiling easy expression doesn't falter in the least as she talks, but her voice drops the thinly veiled amusement quite quickly. "This is the less official," that word again, "part of why I'm here," she tells him. "There isn't exactly a 'why.'" The wind kicks a curl into her face and she breaks long enough to push it firmly behind her ear. "I just wanted to see how you were handling it all. I know where she is," she admits to him, her tone kept low. Oshisyth, seemingly oblivious to the conversation, slides her way up the stones right in front of the three of them, still scratching blood smudges from her muzzle with her talons. Her tail slaps down into the water nearest to Sehkrath, sending up a small shower of splashes that she, also, seems unaware of.
That has his attention. "You know." There's another grin, here, but it's so cynical and 'figures' that a person would have to be blind to see it as the least bit cheerful. "Sorta makes me wonder how many people do, how many they told 'sides me." His hands have fallen to hang, lifeless, at his sides. For a long moment he just stares while Oshisyth slithers forth, not seeming to really see her; Sehkrath makes up for his rider's lack of observance. Blinking eyelids when droplets smatter his damp hide, he makes a surprised, delighted noise and looks like he might spread his wings in a fit of joy. She /splashed/ him. R'en too blinks, though for different reasons. One of those dead hands comes back to life to push his hair back from his forehead. "Doesn't matter how'm handlin' it, it's done. Let's just move ont'the part where you punish me." He'll look at her on this next note, his eyebrows angled low over his eyes-- "Officially."
Oshisyth's tail lifts from the water again as she busies herself with grooming, held weaving above the surface though it doesn't plunge down just yet, hanging there in suspense instead. "Alright," Issa answers to that easily, her voice turning sharply official, "you'll have full latrine duty for the next month and extra laps until we feel you've run enough. And I'm afraid your free time after today is going to be severely restricted." So enjoy that lunchdate. "That doesn't mean I'm going away, though," she softens, her shoulders dropping the straightness that even she didn't realize they'd gained. She stands for a silent moment, turning her eyes from him to the dragons, idly switching between the two. "I know why you wouldn't want her there, too," she tells him flatly, though her lips still bend up into that shallow smile that would seem pleasant from any distance. "I don't know what made them choose her, considering," she says, a bit of hardness leaking through into her tone, "or why they chose not to let you know, but that's what they did and she's there. Now, you can yell at her all you want when you get back, but she's safer right now without your interference. You know that."
Pockets have become full of hands during Issa's doling out of punishment and all she says after, R'en standing tall and still with his eyes on the lake. Showing no real interest - externally anyway - of what she's saying, Sehkrath watches the greenrider's dragon, or more appropriately her tail, with keen fascination. When she's all finished - the rider, that is - the human half of the bronze pair juts his chin out most stubbornly. But when he speaks, what he says isn't stubborn at all. "I know that." Of course things do change, like his tone in the sentences to come. "All due respect'n all, I've heard it before. What you're sayin'. You don't have t'convince me not t'do somethin' crazy so you don't have t'waste your time standin' here. She shouldn't've sent you."
"I think I can choose to waste my time however I wish, thank you," Issa retorts lightly, though her small smile has grown a bit tighter, a bit more strained. "As for her... whatever's between you two, I'm not in it. She mentioned that you were upset, that she didn't know what you'd do about it. I decided to come talk to you about it." The fingers crossed underneath her elbow patter a slow beat against her coat, audible in the pause but quickly covered up by her voice again. "And I'm not the one you're mad at, so you can stop bristling at me," she says flatly, sliding one last glance his way before she too turns to watch the water. Oshisyth finally lets her tail fall when her rider finishes her bit, the flat of it hitting the surface with a resounding smack that sends and even stronger splash against the bronze. Instead of ignoring her own antics this time, though, she curls her muzzle around to face him, snorting a long breath and stirring up ripples that radiate toward him.
/Joy/. Sehkrath gets so few chances for playfulness. Oshisyth's antics make a noise happen somewhere at the back of his mouth, a gurgle, and he slowly rises just enough so that when he starts sneaking over to that green only the curve of his belly besides his paws will touch the water. During his lifemate's forward progress, R'en continues. "She didn't know what t'do?" His mouth quirks. "She's the expert on me. Might as well be writin' books'n I think you got a hint o'that before you came, when she talked t'you." But she's right and in the end he can only sigh and fold his arms. There's a lot of that kind of casual fidgeting going on, his inability to keep himself still. "'M not mad at anyone."
A slow spreading of her smile is all that answers his speculations about Roa, but Issa remains silent on that front, choosing to respond only to his final comment. "Well, you certainly had all of us fooled. I'm sure R'vain will be glad to hear that your hit was out of love, though," she says, altering her stance just slightly so that she faces him more than the lapping water. Oshisyth fairly wriggles in place when the Sehkrath begins to move forward, and when he's far enough to block water from reaching their riders, she raises her tail with another spray, larger droplets scattered up instead of down this time.
"Never said I /wasn't/ mad," R'en is quick to correct, putting his hands back into his pockets and rocking back on his heels. His grin, this time, is fully pleasant, the eye-wrinkling kind. "Violence surely does not solve everything but it /does/ tend t'help." Another little look at Issa, more grinning, "From time t'time." It could be absurdly comical that Sehkrath's eyes follow up as many of the droplets as they can at once and he watches them all come down on him like impending doom is encroaching. After more blinking and general glistening he barks and lifts a forepaw to daintily flick water at /her/. Oh he is ferocious. "So is it all she told you it'd be?"
"And more," Issa returns while her eyes meet his, her tone swooning though it's an impish set she has to her widening smile. Oshisyth peeps with exaggerated surprise as he splashes her, rolling back a bit as if the force of the water has thrown her, a wing even lifting open as if she has to catch herself. When she rolls straight again, though, she does so suddenly and sends a wave back at him, a wave that even her rider edges back from as it laps shallowly up to the toes of her boots. "How are you two getting along otherwise?" she asks, her attention now wholly on the playing dragons though she remains turned to R'en. If this is the third part of her inquiries, she makes no official segue.
And if she doesn't make official segue, he doesn't make official acknowledgement of the lack of segue. Then again, maybe such sudden changes in topic have become familiar over time. If he steps back too, he does a little, it's only because she does, less so because he's worried about water. Getting wet holds so little threat to someone who's going to get three kinds of dirty /today/. Chances are he's been splattered a little already, though shown no notice of it. Sehkrath is drenched, shows surprise in large, widened eyes. But then it's on and he's lashing his own tail through the water and croaking loudly. Whee! "We get along," the man part answers, choosing to ignore all that 'more' stuff though he gives her another of those half-grins. "He's gettin' bigger'n I don't really think he knows what t'do with himself." Pause. "How're you?" It was bound to happen, and if he should give an extra glance to her conscpicuous midsection, well, forgive him.
Oshisyth chirps with actual surprise this time as Sehkrath begins cavorting around, heaving to her feet and picking her playful way into deeper water. She crouches to face him when she does, her muzzle buried beneath so that only her singly lidded eyes peek out at him, tail flicking idly as she waits for him to follow. Issa, apparently, forgives, for though she gives him a knowingly narrowed glance when his eyes return to her face, she answers, "Fine. Tired, but that's nothing new." Then, with an easy repetition and a slow slanting of her smile, "We get along," a hand reaching up to lie flush against the side of that expanded belly. "When it's not rattling at my insides, that is ."
"They do that," says the expert on (failed)pregnancies with a charmed little smile on. "How far along're you now?" There might be a tiny part of him, similar to the tiny part in most people, that wants to touch the curve of that belly but, politely, he refrains. "Talked t'your fella, by the way," he adds a beat later, scratching idly at his grizzled cheek. He hasn't yet spared a look for his other half besides a glance in the beginning of his splashing about because, well, Sehkrath being goofy is a normal thing. The bronze follows trustingly into deeper waters, sloshing clumsily like eager boys do; he flicks more water at her with his paw, flickflick.
While Oshisyth's tail is her weapon of choice, little swishes sending splashes his way. But as soon as he's wandered closer, she lifts her muzzle with one grand sweep and sends a slew of water across to swamp him. Issa on the shore shoots her dragon a mildly reproving glance as she answers distractedly, "Little over six months." Then it's back to him, nodding as her eyes fall down to the water's edge. "Yeah, I'd heard." When and from whom, she doesn't say, instead continuing as she looks up again, "He's doing better." Than what? She also doesn't say. "It's just we..." she pauses and the weyrling gets a sideways look before she proceeds, "Neither of us really wanted to do it this way." A shrug dismisses whatever heaviness her light tone wasn't able to eliminate, and she turns a smile on the splash fight ahead.
The splash fight that will probably end in a whimpering and wet Sehkrath, but for now he's a trooper. Shaking his big head around to rid it of loose dripdrops, he splashes about like a floundering fish and snorts. Wet! The horror. He's back in the game in the next instant, this time using all manner of exaggerated gestures with any limbs he can think of to splash splash splash. /Now/ R'en'll move back a little on his own, giving the two rolicking dragons a decent eyeing. Kids. "Yeah," is distracted, but he isn't that way for long. When he looks over at her he adds, "Hard t'be ready for that kinda thing. He said the same thing's you just now, only he also said he's gonna take it anyway. Think you should know."
The little bronze is probably getting himself wet more than he's hitting his target, but ever the good sport Oshisyth slides her head into target range and comes up shaking droplets from her headknobs. Her attack is more subtle this time, nose stuck deep under the water he's churning so she can let out a snorted breath and send bubbles racing up on him from beneath. And, as she withdraws, a few drips from her muzzle for good measure. "Thanks," Issa replies simply, her gratefulness mixed with an elusive trace of awkwardness as she glances at the ground again. "He didn't give you too much trouble when you tried to talk to him, did he?" she asks a beat later, peeking back up with a lifted eyebrow.
For all his sometimes-abrasiveness, R'en knows how to handle /some/ delicate situations. Like when she looks down he doesn't watch her and when she looks back up again he gives her a little smile and answers easily. "He was downright pleasant." Because when she doesn't believe him then at least it can come off as a joke. With the addition of bubbles, Sehkrath lets out a giddy little sound and stops all his thrashing if only for a second to watch their creation. /Bubbles/. After much more thrashing and some more snorts he ducks his snout to try his hand at /bubbles/, earning him a confused glance from His. "Had the nicest o'chats. Over tea."
Issa lets out a silent chuckle as Reyce is described as pleasant, and upgrades to a more audible one when he reveals they had tea. "I'm sure you did," she answers, not even bothering to pretend to be convinced. She turns to watch Oshisyth as the green gleefully blows more bubbles for the bronze, coaching him in his own attempts. Deep as you can, then /blow./ Issa draws herself back from her silent watching a moment later, uncrossing her arms and letting her hands find those deep pockets again as she announces, "Time for my lunch now, I suppose," with a trace of weariness for a day only half done. "I hope you enjoy your lesson." Of course she's aware of those lessons' nature, but she merely gives hope that they may not be included in his now-curtailed free time.
Deep as he can, then /blow/. The first two attempts end up with lots of messy snorting when water goes /up/ his nose, but Sehkrath keeps a big eye trained on Oshisyth, gets it on the third and ribbits excitedly. He blows bubbles! Whether it's for his partner's newfound joy or for Issa's dry acceptance of the recounting of tea with Reyce, R'en is grinning again. When the greenrider transitions into the leaving portion of their meeting he looks over at her and lifts an eyebrow. His turn. Instead of any kind of /verbal/ response he musters up a single grunt, sort of an 'nnh' with his mouth pulling up in the corner. Lesson, punishment, crap.
Issa, adept at interpreting grunts, fields this one with that same small smile. A hand lifted from its pocket to lay a fleeting, consoling goodbye on R'en's arm as she starts on her way. "Don't let him tire himself out," she imparts that last tidbit, for Oshisyth shows every intention of staying to play while her rider waddles her way back up the shore to the living caverns to eat for two.