Blowing Off Steam <<F'lon>>

[Lark]

Oh she was going to kill that no good, ash-sniffing, wherry-brained, dimglow! Setting her teeth together hard, Pan took a shaky breath and closed her eyes. The Southern Riders were anything but good. Harassing Inali and T'rian, invading on the lessons, taking over much of the work. Too bad Izanycorth was too young to rise yet, they needed help! Loraketh was too paranoid over the hatching sands too. Had she clutched yet? No, but the infuriating dragon-child was guarding the place as if she had.

Relax Mine. You're being too....worried. Again. Iliath's sharp hiss brought Panille out of her thoughts. The green was right. She was thinking of it too much. Heading around the corner, Pan's feet took her to the bathing caverns. There was no one there thank Faranth, and she sat on the edge and dangled her feet in. She had no mind for bathing, but the warm water was soothing.

A sharp yip announced Zira's arrival as the brown and white pup ran after her. Unfortunately the canine slipped and plopped right into the water, surfacing with a growl. "If your patents could see you now...or their owner." The pup had grown a bit, finely too. However, she wasn't trained like a proper hunting canine should be. No, she was a pet, and a spoiled one at that. Wiping away the water that had splashed onto her, Pan rolled her eyes and leaned back against the basket of glows behind her.

[Zero]

“Extra duties… Extra duties! I can tell you where to shove those extra duties, you sun-crazed Southern wher…” Grumbling to himself F’lon kicked sharply at a stone and sent it flying down the hall he was currently storming through. It seemed like everything had been turned on its head the past few days with the change in leadership and to be honest it was becoming a bit ridiculous and annoying but mostly annoying. It seemed as though the Southern riders felt the need to touch every inch of Trelis, including sticking their noses in on the weyrling lessons. That’s what he was in a mood about tonight.

His little, though growing more ever day, Aphath was nowhere to be seen tonight however and if you were to inquire as to why the thief would merely sigh and mutter for you to mind your own business. Which is exactly what he did to one such individual in passing. Running a hand over his face, F’lon shook his head and proceeded deeper into the caverns. Didn’t people realize cute baby dragons eventually grew into giant, eat-your-face-off-size? “Dimglow…”

Eventually his path led him straight to the baths and oh, were they a welcome sight. His back was a wreck with knots caused from stress and all the menial backbreaking work this new Leader was imposing in their lessons. The warm water and sands was just what the healer ordered. After a lightening quick glance around and deeming it clear the man began to undress. He had kicked off his boots, tossed aside his shirt and was currently working on his belt when a slight disturbance in the water caused him to pause and reexamine the room. F’lon swallowed the groan that threatened to spill as he caught the sight of the woman across the small stretch of water and the clearly frustrated expression she was wearing.

“Loose something? Whatever it is, I didn’t take it… Now I know I said that last time but I no longer desire to know how your lovely dragon knows when I’m sneaking around your room when the two of you are no where near it. I’ve found someone else to employ my tactics on anyways..”

[Lark]

Pan almost shouted when she heard someone come in. Biting back an acidic retort, she tilted her head in a cute what are you talking about way instead, or so she hoped. "I'm not looking for anything F'lon. Though...looking certainly is useful at times." She smirked slightly as she leaned back and kicked water around her legs. "What are you doing up so late my devious friend?" She pretended to take interest in her finger nails while he talked and then remembered the bit about a new person.

"So, cast me aside so easily have you?" The humor and teasing tone was evident enough in her voice even if he didn't catch the mischievous glimmer in her eyes. "How's that little Amethyst doing...and your son? The southern riders aren't stopping you from seeing him...are they?" The greenrider bit her lip to keep from showing too much of her anger in her voice. Those...sharding ash-snuffers were going way to far! She sighed finally and layed down on the cool stones, letting her foot and hand trail down in the bath water.

"I heard they're even in the candidate lessons. I know they're watching mine like a Huntyre." She closed her eyes as she remembered the last lesson and how the rider's had shown up. Iliath stirred somewhat from her rider's feelings, opening one glowing eye and looking around her cave. "She's what..3 months now?" Again the conversation turned to the weyrling's dragonet. "She'll be flying on her own in another month and a half." Pan smiled lightly as she remembered Iliath being that young. That was another time and another place though.

[Zero]

The thief cocked an eyebrow and fixed her with a mischievous, although teasing, little smirk as she glanced his way and found him in the middle of undressing. Well he couldn’t just stop there, not after dragging himself across the Weyr to get here. After weighing his current options, F’lon shrugged and finished slipping off his trousers, leaving him in his boxers, and quickly hopped into the water with a wild splash. “Oh you know, just out clearing my head, plotting my next grand scheme…the usual.” He ducked under the water and lazily swam closer to where she was currently lounging by the water’s edge. Popping up a few feet away, he blinked hard and rubbed the water from his eyes before lazily floating on his back. True he had been hoping to have a quiet moment to himself but if he had to have company then he would prefer his fellow partner in crime over anyone else in the Weyr, well…besides his son that is.

“Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy getting tackled by that green companion of yours. I’ve just decided to dedicate my time to another project of sorts.” He paused for a moment, which caused him to sink slightly in the water, as she mentioned the Southern boys and the weyrling lessons. The exact reason as to why he was visiting this particular part of the Weyr, it was deep and underground and it was likely no one would be able to locate him quickly. A plus for him considering his nightly misdeed. “Apparently it’s looked down in this establishment now to have your brother and son accompany you to a lesson out of curiosity to see what goes on. They rewarded me with a week’s worth of extra duties for it. I, in turn, decided to reward them by letting loose a tunnel snake and a pair of wherries in their room. So if anyone asks, do me a favor, beautiful and tell them I was with you all night.” F’lon flashed a playful wink her way before casually moving a little closer till she was within arm’s reach.

Oh he was a bastard as it was probably clear what was on his mind, but could you blame him? Bad habits die hard and all that. It was probably a foolish move to even consider when he was practically naked and she was, most likely, armed and here he was about to really piss her off by thinking of dragging her into the water with him. He smirked at the idea but the expression slowly faded in one of annoyance with just a dash of uncertainty as she brought up the whereabouts and condition of his young companion. “She…well she’s not happy with the Weyrleaders little henchmen looking in on the lessons and commenting on, what he calls, the ‘abominations of Trelis’. Currently she’s refusing to attend any more lessons at the moment.” F’lon sighed and rubbed at the back of his neck, mostly likely sending droplets of water flying. “But I’m sure you know how that goes considering you’re class is just full of the new colors. I’m surprised a Garnet hasn’t retaliated yet, I think I’d actually enjoy witnessing that.”

[Lark]

Panille smirked happily when he told her he wasn't happy with them either. She could have guessed as much. In fact, she had been hop..."WHAT?!?" She sat up before he could pull her in, though that wasn't what caused her outburst. "Do you want me to get my but deported back to Ista?" She grimaced at the thought. "There is no way this" she pointed to the area between the two of them, "is happening." Well....her mind let that thought trail off into devious little corners of her brain before she came back to reality. "I can say you were helping me clean though...or something less....interesting." She finished the sentance a bit awkwardly, shifting over a bit and getting up.

Unfortunately, her balance wasn't very good and she slipped, falling into the water nearby. Flailing ungracefully as she got back to the surface, she gasped for air and pushed her hair from her face. "Great!" She growled the word against clenched teeth as she lifted one soaked sleeve. Shimmying out of the light-weight tunic to the shift underneath, she threw the soaked clothing to the table nearby and sighed. "Well...looks like I'm taking a bath after all." Panille laughed slightly and shook her head. "No, I don't know why the Garnets, or bronzes for that matter, have let it go on so long. However, dragons have an odd way of following orders when they don't want to."

She shifted closer, half swimming, half walking through the water. Pushing off the shallower floor, Pan turned slowly, enjoying the feeling of weightlessness. She had never felt like such a child. "I forgot what it was like to swim...I used to all the time when I was home." There it was, that word. She blushed and ducked her head down, pulling her hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear again. "I...I haven't had time lately." She swam closer again, and then suddenly darted away, splashing at F'lon. What was a bit of harm when they were in times like these? Even adults needed time to relax and play sometimes.

[Zero]

F’lon had to bite back a yelp of surprise at her sudden outburst and instinctively snatched his hand back from where it had been reaching to pull her in. Not the most indiscrete action as it sent a sharp splash of water straight for his face. Coughing and wiping the water from his face, his previous look of confusion faded and mixed with one of mock hurt and pure innocence. “Oh I‘m hurt…you act like a night with me would be the end of Pern. I’m not all that bad, really. Besides for all you know I could have been referring to a night of conversing or thieving even, it’s your mind that went straight for the gutter.” Smirking he began to reach once again to try and pull her in.

Then she began to stand and he pouted, believing she was actually going to leave after that comment of his. Then, as if by some miracle, she lost her footing and plunged into the warm water. He couldn’t help the laugh that spilled from him as she gracefully flailed and floundered before managing to gain her footing on the sandy floor. He couldn’t have done better if he had planned it himself. Grinning now he shook the water from his hair after her initial splash and tried his best to hide the appreciative little spark in his eyes as she removed the water soaked tunic. “Well I’ve got my marks down that it’s my cousins feisty little Garnet that leads the charge against this new leadership. He wouldn’t listen to you if you were dangling a barrel full of fresh wherry meat in front of his nose.”

As she swam closer F’lon playfully reached out to grab her and dunk her under the water. Naturally he missed of course and in turn received a splash to the side of his head as she darted away. “Trelis is right on the ocean and you haven’t had time to swim?” He sounded dubious as he threw her a curious look. “Seems to me like you need to get out more. You know, let your hair down.” The thief treated her with another playful wink before kicking off the bottom and lazily floating after her but not before sending his own wave or three of retaliation her way.

[Lark]

Panille barked out a quick laugh and lowered her gaze to where the weyrling was swimming. "Oh, I know well enough to sift flirtation from casual actions F'lon...I am a greenrider after all." She smirked a bit then, giving him a wink before floating on her back. Oh yes, she knew plenty about flirting. She heard Iliath's amused chortle in the back of her mind as she closed her eyes. It was a moment of vulnerability, one she knew he'd probably take advantage of. Oh well, she'd deal with it if it came to a surprise attack or not.

When the conversation turned to the cousin of his, she sighed heavily. "That garnet is more trouble than he's worth half the time." She rolled her eyes and closed them again, letting herself relax into the water's embrace. "I don't doubt that he'll have his own opinions though....." She trailed off, thinking of the garnets and young dragonets they were teaching now. How would they deal with the Southerners now that they were here to stay for the time being? It was certain that they'd be around for a turn at least.

Perking up at the last thing F'lon mentioned, Pan laughed. "Let my hair down? Do you even know me my dear thief?" She sat up in the water before shaking her head and laughing again, floating once more on the surface. "I just haven't had the time for myself like I used to. Not that I had too much then either, but Ista has a way of including the sea into lessons. She has much to teach after all." Iliath chortled again, thinking to herself that Hers probably had had one drink too many at supper.

Have not! Then why are you so loose right now? Pan rolled her eyes and pushed the dragoness mentally. That's none of your business my dear. Iliath could only chortle at the thought.

[Zero]

Ah yes, the well known flirtatious streak that ran commonly throughout greenriders. It was an intriguing trait he had to admit but was it something that ran predominately in the rider, hence the green paring. Or was it more the dragons personality being imposed upon their rider? Hmm… F’lon mused silently, mentally chewing this line of thought over as he continued to lazily drift through the water. It was because of this off-track line of though that he didn’t realize at first that she had closed her eyes and let herself fall into quite a vulnerable position. A devious little glint made his green eyes shine as the thief thought how best to use this situation to his advantage.

Sinking down till the water lapped at his chin, F’lon tried his best to hide his smirk and instead replaced it with one of innocence. He was going to have to time this just right, after all one can’t seem too predictable. “You are aware of the fact that you happen to be a WeyrlingMaster here? Istan clutch or not I think Trelis might have adopted you and your ragtag little bunch of dragonets. Which means you’re pretty much free to do as you will, bar killing them I would imagine..” He trailed off to consider this, wondering if there was anyone who fit the criteria that he could stand getting rid of. Curiously enough he couldn’t think of anyone at the moment.

“You don’t have some secret love affair with the sea do you?” It was an innocent enough question, though really he got enough of the ’I love the ocean’ pep talk from his brother on a near daily basis. If she began droning on about a large body of water he doubt he would last through the initial intro. “I could leave you and bath waters alone if you’d prefer…” The teasing was clear in his voice as he spoke as a sly grin played with his features. The thief lazily swam closer to where she was currently floating and when it seemed like she wasn’t looking in his direction and let her guard down, F’lon ducked completely under the water and moved in for the kill, reaching for her hand to pull her under for a surprise dunk. In his mind it was a flawless plan. Nothing could go wrong as far as he was concerned.

[Lark]

Panille opened one green eye when he mentioned being a part of the family. Did he really mean that? Was she really a part of Trelis Weyr? "Oh, I'm so touched F'lon." She got up and faked a swoon as she placed her hand over her heart and the other against her forehead. Laughing at the end though, she tucked a wayward strand of auburn hair behind her ear and shook her head. "Awwr, but I was looking so forward to offing that nasty cousin of yours...or that creepy opalrider. I swear he follows me everywhere and worships the ground I walk on....not even in the good way either."

She looked around as if cautious of the weyrling's proximity, and not even the weyrling that she was swimming around with. Sighing in mock relief, she let herself float back into the water, splaying her arms and legs out and humming lightly a tune she heard somewhere in the caverns. "No, I don't have some sort of love affair with water!" She jerked upward and splashed him, only to cry out when she found he was already under her and pulling her with him. The greenrider kicked at the weyrling, finally managing to get up and out of his reach and back to the surface.

"That was not fair!" She splashed his way a few times, then gave one last one for good measure. "I should have Iliath eat you for that." She was all giggles and smiles though, and Pan let her body float toward the edge of the bathing pools. "Meanie!" She stuck her tongue out at the young man, but then drew it back in when she remembered the last time she had done that to someone. "I really hate those riders..."

[Zero]

At the mention of being worshiped F’lon snickered. Although due to still being submerged up to his chin that little action caused him to inhale a mouthful of water and left him in a coughing and sputtering fit for a good few minutes. Oh Karma, you vile woman, always showing up at the most inopportune moments. After his near death experience was over and he was able to breath properly once more, he moved into action and deployed his plan. Safe to say it didn’t go as well as he had hoped. Immediately she had started kicking soon after he had snatched her and pulled her under, something he should have predicted really.

A flying foot caught him first in the stomach, which caused him to immediately release the light grip he had on her, but before he could react a wildly flailing knee caught him dead in the chest. Well that was it, he was done. Playtime was over. Breaking the surface he coughed and choked on the inhaled water before rubbing gingerly at where her knee had caught him in the chest. “I’m not mean, I’m innocent!” He feigned a look of mock hurt, even adding a pathetic sniff or two in there for good measure. “You’re the one who came out fighting… Should report you for weyrling abuse..”

F’lon shielded his face as she sent a few more splashes his way but he lowered his guard too early and her final attack managed to catch him directly in the face. At the comment about her dragon eating him, he casually shrugged it off and shook the water from his face. “Aww, you know you’d miss me if I was gone.” A playful wink was aimed her way and he flashed her a devious smirk.

He took notice of the face she pulled and was about to send a massive wave in her direction when, as always, his curiosity got the better of him with her last comment. “And which riders would those be then? Someone too uptight and unable to take a joke?” By now he had found his way over to the side and folded his arms on top of the cool rock while he rested his chin atop, quietly thinking to himself if he knew anyone who fell into that category.

[Lark]

Pan couldn't help but laugh as he came up sputtering from her attack. "Weyrling abuse...hmmr, well I don't think that phrase is in my vocabulary my dear F'lon." She gave him an innocent little smile, or as innocent as she could make it seem and swam around a bit. It was...nice being around a guy that actually understood her. One that actually seemed to care. One that...Oh Panille get your head out of the clouds and down to earth. Seriously? He's a weyrling, granted not your weyrling, but still! Besides...he's too full of himself. She looked at him, an almost way too obvious glint in her eyes that she knew probably was giving at least some of her thoughts away.

"I would so not miss you if you were gone you little twerp! I'd just be bored is all." She stuck her tongue out at him again, this time not minding it as much. Pushing her now soggy hair behind her, she ducked under the water and floated to the bottom, letting her body sit there for a while. She could actually think down here. Just don't stay down there too long. You'll drown, then I'd have to sharding between. Iliath's voice was irritated but somewhat fearful too. Like I'd let myself drown you foolish wherrie. The green snorted, fluttering her wings. Where was that amethyst? Flapping them back open, Iliath started circling the Weyr to pinpoint where Aphath was.

Little One, won't you come see your Aunt Iliath? Panille laughed at the sickly sweet voice, she was playing alright, but Iliath meant well. Funny thing was.."She actually isn't her aunt....but she is the Dark Star's." The greenrider thought about that for a moment, then shivered. What? That means you're nephew is Thormyth. The green forgot to flap her wings for a moment and hissed. Well, I knew he had to get his smarts and devious personality somewhere! Panille laughed again, shaking her head.

She had almost forgotten that F'lon had asked her who she had been bothered by. She gritted her teeth at the memory of Ar'rex flirting with her. "Some low life you mean?" She leaned against the side of the bathing pool, letting her hand trail in the water that was being sent in by the hotsprings under and around the Weyr. "It's one of the Southern Riders." Panille glanced over to see how that went over with the weyrling.

[Zero]

“Now why oh why, doesn’t that surprise me?” Lifting himself out of the water he perched on the side of the pool, kicking up a wave or two in the process. He managed to catch her eye once before she turned away and continued to swim and a look clouded his own eyes. There was a mix of half confusion and half uncertainty before he gave himself a swift mental quick and shook his head. There was no way he saw what he thought he saw, or did he really see something? Nah. F’lon shook his head. It couldn’t be, he had to have seen something. Right?

Before he could dwell on that line of thought she had spoken again and immediately his attention was grabbed by the weak insult. “Twerp? Really now, I’d thought you’d have better comebacks then that.” He sighed dramatically and kicked at the water a bit. “Besides I’m pretty sure I’m older then you sooo wouldn’t that make you the twerp?” His usual smirk graced his features but faltered slightly as she ducked under the water and stayed there for long moment.

Straightening, he stared intently at the place she went under, promising himself that he’d dive in and drag her sorry tail out of there if it got to be too long. Lucky for him, or unlucky really, she popped back to the surface and dashed any hopes of his daring rescue as well as getting close to the lovely Istan WeyrlingMaster.

Aphath wiggled and yawned from her stone couch as someone’s voice broke into mind and spoke to her. Sitting up she stretched her wings and after taking notice that Her’s wasn’t in his bed the young amethyst wandered out of the weyrling barracks. Aunt? I have an aunt? Oh, OH F’lonLoveMine! Did you know that I had an aunt?? Her voice broke into everyone’s minds. Unusual for her, but her current excitement at this new development was most likely to blame. …What is an aunt? F’lon groaned and wiped the remaining water from his face. “Well she’s up now…” He said nothing to his little companion though, leaving it up to Iliath to answer the curious creature she had awoken.

“Low life. Yes, that’s always a good one.” He grinned at the terminology and laid back against the stone floor in an attempt to dry. At the mention of said low life being a Southerner, however, F’lon shot back up and nearly slipped back into the pool in the process. It wasn’t the most subtle of actions, and he silently cursed himself, hoping she wouldn’t notice his over eagerness or streak of anger at the thought of one of the Southern Riders hassling her.

Clenching his jaw, he attempted to quell the fires of rage and managed to speak quite calmly actually. “Southern eh? You don’t happen to have a name to go with that do you? I could use the practice after been cooped up in Trelis for as long as I have.”