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 | log = Judging by the way Sforzath wrecks havoc in the mud, barreling this way and that with a maelstrom of physical frustration that sends mud clumps flying (preferably onto other dragons), the little brown isn't having a good day. He tantrums loudly, vociferously, a lava flow of aggravation in violent smoke-heavy reds that flares with a loud, persistent pulse. Headache causing; Riorde has a pinched, strained expression as she follow him as he storms around, now turning towards Cadejoth and his bigger brother with every intention of splattering mud all over them. "Sforzath, stop," she says for the millionth time, for all the good it does.

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 K'del's brow furrows, watching after Riorde, but he doesn't do much more than nod in her direction before his attention goes back to E'gin. "It /will/ happen," he confirms. "And sooner rather than later." He wipes rain off of his face again, but doesn't, ultimately, seem too concerned by the weather: once you're wet through already... "Soon, I think. They must be nearly three months old? It sort of starts after that. Looking like he does, too, reckon he'd probably be /ready/ to fly sooner rather than later. So that's good."
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 What answer Sforzath gives is inchoate: plumes of billowing ash, a sulphuric stink. A little more mud courtesy of Cadejoth doesn't bother him in the least; he's already filthy. Having made his first pass, Sforzath swerves round to have a second go and redoubles his efforts to dirty the other dragons, a contemptuously see-here, you think you can tell me what to do attitude. "Sforzath!" Riorde yells this time, coming to a halt by the other two, her waning energy initially targeted at her dragon. Then: "Sorry." It has an automatic sense about it, along with her chagrin. Her glance goes to K'del, accompanied by a grimace -- doesn't she know it -- but it's E'gin she replies to verbally. "He wanted to fly today."
-Well, if you can't be 'em join 'em right? Or at least make them /think/ you've joined them until you can -destroy- them. Vysravth turns his backside to his clutchmate and the bronze. Half-heartedly flicking little bits of mud into the air, his tail (if one is watching closely) twitches every now and then, waiting, biding its time. Until just as Sforzath is making is second pass, the larger brown's tail lifts and slams against a puddle of mud. <<Like that?>> Vys asks innocently, as he watches his handy work sail through the air. "Yah, Vys been asking to do that since week one." E'gin smile lopsidely at Riodre and their shared experience. "Then some gold showed him what it was like, in his mind, now he just dreams about it, but he hasn't tried since."
+Well, if you can't be 'em join 'em right? Or at least make them /think/ you've joined them until you can -destroy- them. Vysravth turns his backside to his clutchmate and the bronze. Half-heartedly flicking little bits of mud into the air, his tail (if one is watching closely) twitches every now and then, waiting, biding its time. Until just as Sforzath is making is second pass, the larger brown's tail lifts and slams against a puddle of mud. << Like that? >> Vys asks innocently, as he watches his handy work sail through the air. "Yah, Vys been asking to do that since week one." E'gin smile lopsidely at Riodre and their shared experience. "Then some gold showed him what it was like, in his mind, now he just dreams about it, but he hasn't tried since."
 << /That/, >> says Cadejoth to Sforzath, adding in the sharp crack of a metallic whip - an order, nothing less. << Is quite enough of that. Sit still, Sforzath. >> It means he's not really prepared for Vysravth's tail-slamming: mud rains down, though at least Cadejoth is big enough that it doesn't go /everywhere/. Despite the seriousness he showcases for Sforzath, there's a twitch of amusement for the other brown. << Like that, >> he agrees, solemn. "Yeah, guess Meara thought better of gliding today?" K'del's glance skywards is apologetic; he must intended to aim it towards the weyrlings, though. As if he has control over the weather. "Maybe it'll clear by tomorrow. Pretty soon they'll be doing /real/ flying."
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 Where Sforzath was riotous before, now he's still, gathering an almost eerie calm. Cadejoth's flicked chain garners a lightening bolt flash of perception, quick-quick, closely attentive despite an overall pretense to have wearied with them all. With Sforzath's incensed temper reined in, Riorde has attention to spare, and now she lifts both hands to her temples, drawing tight circles to combat what can only be a pounding headache. "Some days are better than others." Riorde won't be thought a total failure.
-"I think we all feel that way." E'gin runs a hand through his sopping hair, as soon as it is through it clings back against the skin of his face. In the middle of the driving rain Vysravth raises his tail, yet again, a few slow practice swings before the battering ram of a tail is smashed against the ground at a steepe angle. A mud tidal wave flies off the right of the dragons. <<Interesting.>> Large gears begin to turn behind the twisted chains. "I'm sure the good days get closer and closer together as time goes on...probably comes with more sleep too."
+"I think we all feel that way." E'gin runs a hand through his sopping hair, as soon as it is through it clings back against the skin of his face. In the middle of the driving rain Vysravth raises his tail, yet again, a few slow practice swings before the battering ram of a tail is smashed against the ground at a steepe angle. A mud tidal wave flies off the right of the dragons. << Interesting. >> Large gears begin to turn behind the twisted chains. "I'm sure the good days get closer and closer together as time goes on...probably comes with more sleep too."
 Cadejoth's got an eye on Sforzath, for all that calm: his tail goes flick, flick, flick in the mud. The rest of his attention is on Vysravth and that tidal wave of mud-- which seems to excite him no end. << Look at that! It's so pretty. K'del says it can't be, because it's mud, but we know better, right? And after mud... /baths/. >> "Mm, that seems the way of it," is K'del's agreement; there's a hint of fond memory to it, as though he's recalling his own weyrlinghood days. "At least once they're more reliably in the air it keeps them busier. That helps, I think. Gives them more to focus on. Formations, too."

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