Iskanzivoth, as does not surprise but does disappoint his rider, already hates Igen. It took the blue a number of days to decide that he was right about this place, since he gave it a chance first, but no — it's the wrong kind of sandy and dry and arid and he doesn't like it. Crater Lake, though? He likes. It's the only part of Igen yet to grow on him, and so when the pair have escaped Arroyo drills for the morning (where they are beginning to fit in rather swiftly, though Vosji gets the occasional weird look from former Istans) that is where they end up. It's where they always are, really, when not anywhere they need to be, because rider is trying to placate dragon into not complaining about the surroundings. Iskanzivoth is settled in the central island, Vosji sitting on his forepaw writing a letter and humming a song to herself; the dragon takes in a long, deep breath and exhales slowly, messing up her hair.

There is usually a calm to the Crater Lake that most would not find in the main part of Igen. Precisely why Akitith likes to come here to relax when she gets the chance. Something that has been occurring a lot more frequently as of late. Today is one of those days, with the green's rider getting a whole day to herself. Though it's also usually a day that she would have her son, the boy's nanny insisted that the greenrider take the time for herself. And who was Selaine to object to such an offer? Thus, the pair fly in from above to make for the familiar landing onto that central island… only to find it already occupied. Akitith sends a warm forest greeting to the blue, one she's yet had the chance to meet, as she descends to land nearby. The greenrider dismounts slowly from Akitith's neck before removing the light gear she'd been wearing (since she didn't have drills that morning). "Good morning!" she greets cheerfully enough once she spies the rider of the blue.

Oh, company; even company that likes the quiet, that's not just fine with Iskanzivoth but an utter delight. He meets Akitith's warmth with his own, the quiet seep of molten metal alloy … but a gentle, pliable sort, rather than something that might burn. Vosji is a few seconds slower to react, lacking a dragon's ability toward wordless greeting, but she does sit up straighter and wave. "Hello, I hope we didn't steal your spot!" she calls back, sociably. As far as she's concerned it's a miracle to see another person and be able to placate the blue sulk at once.

Selaine waves a hand dismissively at Vosji even as she shakes her head, offering the older woman a smile. "Not at all! Not like I have a claim to it." She returns, humor lacing her tone. Izkanzivoth's greeting is well received, at least one would assume by the way the green sidles up a little closer to the blue, though still at a respectful distance before settling on the sand. "I hope I'm not disturbing you two." Blue-eyed gaze flickers from rider to dragon before gesturing in Akitith's direction. "I'm Selaine, by the way, and this is Akitith."

"No, no," Vosji is happily emphatic about the idea that she's not feeling even a little bit disturbed. Very much the opposite. "There's only so much sitting here I can do every waking moment that we're not doing something else before it starts to be a little bit tedious." Whoever she is writing letters to has gotten a small stack of them. "Vosji, Iskanzivoth. He's sulking over a notable dislike of Igen's climate. It's a sulk strike. If he sulks enough, surely we'll move back to Ista." Iskanzivoth turns his head to actually look at Vosji, and if dragons could glare … she's embarrassing him in front of Akitith.

There's a light laugh from the greenrider at Vosji's statement with a knowing nod. "Well met Vosji, Ikanzivoth." Selaine's head inclines towards rider and dragon as their names are repeated. Akitith seems rather amused by the statement from the way her tail twitches back and forth, eyes whirling a pale orange. « It is not so bad once you get used to it. Though Ista is very nice. » A forest breeze enters Iskanzivoth's mindscape, an attempt to console the blue, and perhaps reassure him that she doesn't mind his dislike of Igen's climate. Selaine's lips twitch into a wry smile. "I can't really blame him, though… Ista is rather nicer than Igen in many aspects." Like, a lack of brutal sandstorms, for example. The greenrider eventually sets down her gear to settle against Akitith.

« The lady is very kind, » Iskanzivoth replies, mollified a bit despite Vosji's total betrayal back there. « I prefer … not surrounded by dryness. But the work here is important. We have a duty. » Or in other words, he'll stay, but he's going to continue his sulk until he adapts. There's definitely some measure of pleased that this Igen green is still fond of Ista. Vosji is trying not to shake her head, and succeeding, giving Iskanzivoth's toe a little pat. "Your dragon seems to be helping him come off less embittered, at least. I don't mind experiencing new things, new places. I'd never really left. He hasn't either, of course, but …"

« And duty is important, indeed. There are some nice sights around Igen, however. I can show you. » Igen is, after all, Akitith's birth place. The blue's mind will be filled with sights unique to Igen. The Oasis. The Mirror Cavern. Of course, the Crater Lake. She shows him that Igen isn't all dry. Selaine lifts her head to gaze fondly up at Akitith at Vosji's comment. "Yes, well, we are both Igen natives, so I can understand her desire to have him like it, too." The greenrider chuckles softly. "So you've both been at Ista this whole time?" Her gaze drifts back over to Vosji with a curious tilt of her head.

Those look nice. Those look interesting; the mirror cavern is fascinating, and Iskanzivoth is actually tilting his head while trying to rotate the view of the mental image to encompass all he can. Vosji is still not laughing, which is becoming even more of a feat. "All my life. And all of his, of course, though we've been other places we've never lived anywhere else. I never even thought of it as an option until Igen came looking for more riders, and then our Weyrlingmaster came up with this brilliant idea to send me. His sire's here, though. I wonder if he remembers him."

An amused smile plays at Selaine's lips at the rather comical scene of the blue tilting his head. Even the greenrider seems to be holding back some laughter from the way her cheek twitches noticeably. "Akitith and I have mostly been in Igen. We were up in Telgar for some time a few Turns ago but we've also primarily only been in other places. This will always be home for us." She pats Akitith absently as she gazes out at the lake before placing curious eyes on Vosji once more. "Oh? Who's his sire? And I doubt it… dragon memory, y'know." And dragons aren't particularly family-oriented, anyway.

Iskanzivoth is a beautiful, dignified gentleman who sometimes makes strange curious faces. "Zinakoth," Vosji says, "And I suspect he'll recognize him if they interact, but maybe won't know why he recognizes him. He has a long memory for some things. I'm just not sure other dragons are on the list." He does basic math, but does he remember a face? "Formations, definitely. Places, sure. Dragons he knows really well and has seen in the last month. I like it here, so far, for what that's worth." Iskanzivoth may not like Igen yet, but he clearly likes Akitith, all friendly-social sitting-near, tail swaying back and forth at the tip.

There is certainly recognition with the mention of Zinakoth. A vague memory of G'tan's arrival to Igen so many Turns ago to more recent ones, though she's never had many personal interactions with the man himself. "Dragon memory can be rather fickle, that's for sure." Selaine notes with a wry smile. "I'm glad you like it, at least. Not many people can say the same once they've experienced Igen's brutal summers, however." And Akitith clearly enjoys sharing her love of her home with the blue, hoping that he'll come to like it as well. "But welcome to the lovely, dry Igen, all the same. And at least there's places like this around." A vague gesture at the surrounding lake. "I believe Akitith's shared a few other places around Igen that the two of you might like."

"He also sometimes forgets that he has wings, and is able to between, and can go wherever he wants when we have time, instead of sitting in this same exact spot in particular whenever we're not particularly busy," Vosji teases her dragon, still, whose reputation is being sundered beyond belief by this conversation. But he is handling it in a gentlemanly fashion and ignoring her utterly, laying his head down on his paws and surveying all that is before him. Which is mostly a patch of grass and some shoreline. "Yeah, he's decided she's all right. A lady, apparently. Not all greens are ladies, just the ones he says are — I don't know what makes or breaks the selection process."

"The luxury of being a dragon." Selaine's lips quirk into an amused smile once more. "Akitith and I do like to travel to various places when we get the chance. Though this is as far as I can go at the moment." Can't really go *between* often in her condition after all. "I've been to Ista a few times… even Southern's fairly nice around this time of the Turn." She comments idly before letting out a soft chuckle. "I'm glad he thinks so and won't question his selection methods." Akitith does try to act like a lady, after all. Most of the time. "There seems to be a good handful of Istans that come to Igen, surprisingly."

Vosji nods, that being something she'd noticed too: "I think Igen and Ista have the highest number of trades, right now, besides Everywhere-and-Southern, and I think that's just because their numbers started out really small." They're not all that small now, though, and Ista has two queens that had once been Southern's, so it does at some level go both ways … or everyone just loves Ista. "G'tan being Weyrleader here for a while helped with making that connection." In all the ways F'dan being Weyrleader didn't with High Reaches, perhaps. "Are you going terribly stir crazy?"

"Maybe it's the fact that Igen and Ista are also very close to each other? Weather's not too terribly different. One's just a little more… dry." And more full of sandstorms. "I'm not complaining, though. Ista's certainly given us some good riders." Selaine notes with a small smile for Vosji, even if it might not be directed solely for the bluerider since Selaine has yet to see the other woman in action. At least she's nice? As for Vosji's question, the greenrider lifts her shoulders slightly. "Not really… I keep myself busy. In between taking too many naps." The smile on her lips is rather wry. "I hate being idle, though it's nice to relax like this every now and then."

"Pretty sure there's some coverage area overlap, too," Vosji is trying to remember exactly where it is, and just comes up with, "One of the Holds. Big Bay. I was always surprised it wasn't part of Igen, officially." Some people call it Igen Sea Hold, after all, and yet it falls under Ista's coverage area more often than not. "Is it possible to take too many naps? I'm not sure that's possible." From Iskanzivoth, a murmured, sotto vocce mindvoice-whisper in a low tenor, « She sleeps too much. »

"Ahh, that's right. There is that, isn't there?" Selaine nods absently as hands fiddle idly with the sand. « Mine also sleeps too much. But she is with child. » The lilting soprano returns, almost curling about her rider protectively. There's a curious look from the greenrider before she lets out a light laugh. "Oh, it is quite possible." Selaine replies dryly. "I don't think I'd wake up at all these days if I didn't force myself or have someone do it for me." Being pregnant sucks. For her, anyway.

« We have two of those. » Iskanzivoth doesn't have any actual children, of course, but Vosji has had two of them and he was inadvertently responsible for both, which gets him at least some of the credit, right? Vosji is thankfully not paying attention to interrupt that suggestion. "That's just perpetual sleeping, then, though. Napping requires being awake for a portion of the day beforehand, and naps are meant to be shorter than full sleeps; so one could still argue there is no excess of naps, until it turns into sleep."

« This is her second. » And Akitith is very much responsible for both pregnancies. There's a wrinkle of Selaine's nose at Vosji's rather technical take on naps. "Oh but I have those, too. Actual naps. Every time there's a lull in whatever I'm doing, I doze off." Only to be awoken by Akitith or someone nearby if they see her. "But probably more and probably too much of actual sleep. I try to pretend I'm not always tired." By, y'know, pretending to be a functional human being when she manages to stay awake.

"You're entitled, right now, though I'm getting the vibe that you don't entirely want to be," Vosji says, but it's with the sort of smile and tone that indicates lightness, like maybe pregnancy isn't the most awesome thing ever, but nor is she reading Selaine as particularly resentful. "I didn't like it either, and was about as much of a wreck. It was a miracle I didn't get my knot yanked, honestly. Apparently I don't make a bad teacher when I'm sleeping, though."

"No, I certainly do not." Selaine smiles dryly, absently putting one hand over her abdomen. "I was tired with my first pregnancy… but not like this. Even my morning sickness is much worse…" The greenrider's lips pull into a small frown, wincing lightly as she recalls the morning's episode. She does, however, manage a light laugh at Vosji's expense. "The things we women suffer through. The men just get to be a part of the making." There's an exaggerated roll of the greenrider's eyes, though mentally she does note that at least this baby's father is putting an effort beyond that.

"Only man in my life's this one," Vosji proudly pats Iskanzivoth's leg. "He does a great job of being involved with the pregnancies. Makes sure I eat and don't oversleep — usually — this is where we came in, I think — and fusses incessantly. It's really sad he wasn't shelled brown, I think he would have liked having his own. I got it real bad the first time, the morning sickness. Dehydrated, barely able to move, constant vomiting. I don't know what made me think carrying through with the second was a good idea, but something told me it would be okay, and it was." Not that Vosji's children have been seen yet at Igen; she didn't bring them. Doesn't stop Iskanzivoth from sharing a couple of images of small blond-headed terrors.

"What a good partner you have." Selaine compliments with a fond smile for the blue in question. "She does her best to help out as well, though right now it's just making sure I wake up at reasonable times." She'll pat the green affectionately as well. "See, my first wasn't that bad, which is why I was completely fine with this one." A pat for her belly. "This one's father is trying to be helpful." Her gaze softens as she looks down at her hand before she lets out a light laugh. "Almost annoyingly so at times." Her tone holds affection at the mention of the man, despite her words. Akitith also shares images of a brown-haired, blue-eyed toddler, though not as much of a terror as Vosji's children. "You have beautiful children."

"Their looks are about what they have going for them, yes," Vosji agrees wryly. Beautiful where they are trouble in every other possible way of presenting it. "He's so very proud of them for liking to play pranks on people and wanting to learn how to make fireworks and … things that of course a dragon would want to see children doing. I would rather they stay off ground crew until they're at least fourteen." Her older child is eight, so that's definitely a bit away. "Also, yes, it sounds like the key word there is 'trying,' but if he's not driving you too batty I'll give him the benefit of the doubt."

"Thank Faranth Akitith does not have the same tendencies around my son. Then again, he's still much too young to be doing much on his own anyway." Thesrov's not even 2 Turns yet! "Being part of ground crew is almost inevitable with weyrbrats though… unless they develop interests in a craft. So I've seen, at least." Selaine was not a weyrbrat, but she's seen enough of them by now. "He's been relatively successful at trying. Brought me a mix of herbs to help with the morning sickness… which helps when I remember to take it." Which she'd forgotten to the previous night, accounting for the horrible spell she had this morning. "He's actually from Ista… Maybe you know him? L'xan?" It would be surprising if Vosji didn't at least know the name, considering Nokteryth previously mated with one of Istan's queens.

Vosji was definitely a weyrbrat, but a weyrbrat born with a silver spoon in her mouth. And she was never actually on ground crew, because, "I actually Impressed before I was really considered old enough for ground crew," is the confession, eyes cast aside in a slightly embarrassed fashion. "That sounds like good trying. L'xan — originally Igen, back to Ista, back to Igen, couple of clutches?" « Nokteryth's, » Iskanzivoth supplies, proving an earlier point that he does, in fact, remember some dragons. « We trained his young. » "Yeah, not well, but I do. We've spoken, ever."

"I'd say you were pretty lucky then. I got Searched almost as soon as I got to the Weyr… originally from the Hold." Thus Selaine'd never been part of the ground crew in that respect, though certainly she was involved during her first pregnancy since she couldn't fly with the wing. "That'd be him." Selaine confirms with a slight grin before inadvertently letting out a big yawn. She hastily covers it up with a hand. "Oh dear, I apologize. I think I should get back to the Weyr to take a nap before I fall asleep on you." That being said, Selaine gets up to pick up her gear while Akitith moves into position for her rider to mount. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Vosji. And you, Iskanzivoth. I'm sure we'll see the two of you around. Until then, clear skies." With a slightly languid departing wave once she's mounted, Akitith lifts to the sky and heads Weyrward.

"Get some rest," Vosji suggest-orders, something she's very talented at doing at best and worst of times. She offers the departing Selaine a loose salute, one meant for friends more than for someone she's truly supposed to salute. "We'll see you about." Technically, sort of, eventually, maybe for a little while, in the same wing. Iskanzivoth bugles a goodbye as the pair depart.