==== December 7, 2013
==== S'dathak (handler-S'kyre), W'rin
==== The twins pulled a prank, W'rin is amused.

Who S'dathak (handler-S'kyre), W'rin
What The twins pulled a prank, W'rin is amused.
When 6 months and 12 days until the 12th pass.
Where Igen Weyr


Central Bowl
Cradled, childlike, in an easterly mountainous embrace, the steppes of the central bowl nestle cozily between lake and weyr. The latticework of dusty adobe paths spider out from the southerly Weyr Road, the wagon-ruts of which curve lazily to the northeastern bazaar, the adobe sprawl of the New Weyr reflected in the lake that dominates a large portion of outdoor Igen. A small footpath, just as abused, ambles away from the shores, travelling over rock and hill to the northern dragonet complex and branching itself due west to end at the entrance of the blessedly cool inner caverns. One cracked path, faint with disuse, leads southeast to the crumbling ruins of Igen-that-was. All around, the dizzying heights of the caldera's sharp-sloped sides are pocked here and there with ledges, the weyrs' draconic occupants needing no path to guide their way.

S'dathak stalks across the bowl, trailing behind him is a multi-colored dragon. Only the muzzle and eyes show the bronze that is Sandth's normal color, "If I catch those two," Sandth rumbles softly, "I don't care. It had to be them. Who else could have done this?" The bronze, or rather once bronze dragon rumbles again this time with a hint of amusement. Clearly, he could not have been decorated so if he had not also participated. S'dathak snaps off a crisp salute as he approaches W'rin, still grumbling under his breath. This was not funny. Somewhere from above there is a soft snickering of voices, and if one were quick to look the source of those snickers could be seen to withdraw from sight.

Who could miss a giant rainbow colored dragon stalking across the bowl with his grumpy rider leading the way. Fortunate timing, as the foreign dignitary he was sending off just blinked between on the back of a brown senior weyrling. Covering his mouth and coughing to hide a snorted laughter the weyrleader eyes the man's "bronze". "With that color job, you could fly any position in a wing…You might even be the next senior weyrwoman." A finger is shoved in the direction of a particularly gold looking section.

S'dathak glares, yes he glares at W'rin, "This is going to take hours, if not days to scrub off. Why would anyone?" then he looks up just in time to miss the pair of pranksters from Whirlwind, "Why? I mean, bronze is a perfectly suitable color. So why?" Sandth simply rumbles a soft chortling huff of air towards his rider. He's not the least bit perturbed by the whole situation, and turns that particularly golden section towards the Weyrleader almost as if he's asking, 'you think so?' The slowly whirling blue-green in the dragon's eyes shows his amusement.

"Look, just let it come off naturally." W'rin's lifts one arm, previously crossed over his chest, into the air with a wave. "It'll take a few days, but it'll just shuff off naturally. Or you know, leave him out in the next sand storm." Maybe not the whole sand storm. The weyrleader's jaw sets as he tries to look suitably upset by the rainbow dragon, but actual amusement dances in his beady eyes. "It won't impeed his flying soo…" And surely the man can take a few jabs from his fellow wingriders. "Look I'll make sure those guys get some extra sweeps or something." But clearly he isn't too upset.

Sandth rumbles in agreement to what W'rin has said, then settles himself in a nice patch of sun. He's fine, really he is so just chill already. S'dathak glares at his multi-colored dragon before turning on his heal and stalking into the living caverns.

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