It isn't that Trek works them to death. It isn't that N'cal or K'vvan do, either, even if sometimes the greenrider is probably tempted to do so to Shea in particular — but it would make no difference. Because Cervilaevarth works the pair to death all by himself, and so it is at long last that Shea gets a rest — on the island in the middle of the crater lake, where her dragon chose to land. She's still in her riding gear, having just shed helmet, goggles and jacket and boots so she's able to get her bare feet some fresh air and splash water on her face. Cervilaevarth is taking up an unreasonably large amount of lake for a blue, sprawling his wings out in the shallow area so that all of him can get a little bit of cooling touch. "You're such a hedonist," Shea informs him derisively (if lovingly, behind it all) like this is some sort of new observation.

Perhaps the notion that great minds think alike works for dragons as well as people. It's no news that W'rin does work Whirlwind to death. That isn't the issue for Kyara today; Liareth has been doing a fine job pushing Kyara all on her own for most of the morning. Now, after three candlemarks of running, stretching, and strength work, the greenrider is allowed a break - and it just so happens that the island out in the middle of the crater lake is where Liareth is taking her as well, heedless of the fact that there's someone there already. Maybe the pretty green just really wants to say hello to Cervilaevarth - a fellow hedonist, it would seem. Holding still only long enough to let Kyara down to the ground and remove her straps, Liareth pads over into the shallows with a rumble of greeting for the big blue, while Kyara shakes her head and mutters something ending in 'brat' - which is nothing new. Spotting Shea, the exhausted greenrider manages a crooked smile at her former wingmate. "Hello, Shea. Sorry if we're interrupting; she was insisting." Loooong drag at her waterskin taken, she looks about for a good place to sit.

Cervilaevarth has no objection to sharing lake with pretty ladies who also happen to enjoy the finer things in life. He even offers a croon in return, and a flap of the wing meant to guide just a little bit of water toward the green's snout. "Nah," says Shea, rolling her eyes a little at Cervilaevarth's idea of a friendly greeting. Then again, maybe he knew Liareth was really warm and wanted some water to the face? "We're both the social type. Never minding company. Least of all not if it's good company — there are some people I'd probably try to kick off the island, you're not one of 'em." Honesty: the best policy, or just typical Shea.

Liareth snorts into the extra water sent her way, sending up a short plume of fine mist before she stretches out to give Cervilaevarth's neck a little nudge, the croon returned. Then she's mostly still, settling in the water with her own wings outstretched. It just so happens she is really warm; she didn't exempt herself from the exertions she just put her rider through, after all! Kyara grins, dropping Lia's rolled up straps in a heap before adding her own riding gear and boots to the pile. "I wouldn't kick you off, either," she returns with a chuckle, heading to the water's edge with a newly produced towel over one shoulder and proceeding to splash water over her face. Following that, she rubs at it with the towel and then more or less flops down on a flat rock near the bluerider with a groan, going still for the moment. "She's been missing flying with him, by the way," she drawls, blinding extending a finger in the general direction of her lifemate before rolling her head over to blink at Shea. "What brings you out here? Same thing, by any chance?"

"Wouldn't try to drown me, either? I appreciate it, that's not a common sentiment around these parts." At least Shea seems to think the entire thing is funny; that's fairly typical of her too, truth be told. "Insisting dragons? Sort of; he doesn't mind any of the other watering holes, but I like the one that gives me a nicer place to sit, so we compromised — I kind of miss things that aren't dry, sometimes? I'm from Fort, then High Reaches, so it's a little less oppressive." Her accent is similar to N'cal's, though there's the temper of the eight turns at 'Reaches having warped it slightly. "And we'd be happy to have you join us for a drill or two anytime; Trek's really good like that. Though that's how they got me. Iolarth wanted to work with Cerv, just a couple times, and now — well."

"Lia likes Iolarth. N'cal's a good sort, too," Kyara concedes, though she doesn't comment on the prospect of coming out for an Arroyo drill. Then she folds her hands on her stomach, fingers lacing as she seems to give Shea's first some serious thought. Presently, she shakes her head, though it's more of a little roll from side to side on the towel the cushions it. "No, can't think of any reason to, really," she answers with a straight face. Then she smiles a little thoughtfully. "Things that aren't dry. Yeah… I know what you mean, having spent so much of my life at the Harper Hall up there, and home being by the ocean." Wincing, she pushes up to sit again, bracing on hands set behind her. "I was more wondering if he'd had you working this morning, too; you look like you might be trying to cool down, too. Me…if I decide to have a little too much to drink in the evening - which hardly ever happens," she directs pointedly down to Liareth, "she makes me work it off in the morning. Even if I didn't get enough sleep. Worth it, though. It was a good party. Did you get to come out?"

And now, the answer to where Shea was: "I was there for a few minutes, but ended up meeting someone and spending the rest of the evening on impromptu-date," she admits, with a smile that is certainly more private but far from shy. "Then I met up with the wing after and, uh. Definitely had too much to drink, to be fair, but as he's often to blame for it he has no care for if I've got a hangover. But he likes to work hard, and I was a runner before — I mean, a messenger, not the sort with hooves — so it's relatively. Predictable. I suppose. Whereas I just feel like I'm always too warm, here, and this water to the face is nice — nice enough it looks like Liareth got some from my permanent pain in the rear mental attachment."

Kyara grins over at Shea for the revelation of where she was; no need to ask if it was a nice evening, judging by the smile! The qualifier made to Shea's mention of being a runner makes the greenrider laugh, and she settles down to bracing on her elbows. "She clearly minds," is noted sardonically of her lifemate, who is still just contentedly lolling in the shallows beside Cervilaevarth, her wings gilded with subtle, undulating silver ripples from the sunlight refracting through the scant few inches of water washing over them at the moment. "Sometimes, I think she does that on purpose just to see if she can make herself even prettier," the greenrider observes with amusement. Really, she wouldn't be surprised if Liareth thinks of sunlight and water the same way some women regard jewelry. "So," she asks, switching to an earlier topic, "you switched to Arroyo because you…like the way they do things? Better than Whirlwind?" She's genuinely curious…but perhaps hasn't had the nerve to ask any of her former wingmates about their reasons for leaving.

« You couldn't be prettier, » is a whisper of Cervilaevarth on the edges of Liareth's mind, overhearing via his lifemate; the bubbles of his mental champagne reflect Liareth's ethereal beauty. This is a dragon who rarely bothers to chase in flights, so it's not buttering up: it's simple, genuine, uh, Cervilaevarth using reality to make people like him. Shea, meanwhile, lets out a bark of a laugh: "Oh, no. I switched because of Trek." She leans back a little, stretching out and then pulling herself back into a sitting position, knees up, arms around her knees and head resting upon them. "As far as actual wing stuff, we were probably best suited in Whirlwind. Best of the best, you know. And that's his thing. But my thing is equal rights for chromatic riders, for women, especially for the combination. And Trek I've sort of known for a long time, she's closer to my cousin Siraji, but. Teya and Ri and I'd all trust her just based on Saj's word. And N'cal has a good head on his shoulders and a good sense of … what's really important. I'm tolerating K'vvan." Kinda. Everyone knows about that. "So it was really just political, it'd be dumb of me to try to convince you otherwise, but I don't regret it."

Liareth's eyes whirl blue at the compliment, a snippet of a hum sounding in her throat as she brushes a hint of jasmine-laced steam across the blue's mind. « Thank you, Cervilaevarth. Though you should see me when I'm in the mood to dance. » Of course, the next time that will be is anyone's guess. Catching a bit of the exchange between dragons, Kyara just smirks and gives a small shake of her head before looking over at Shea again, listening intently. A soft, thoughtful hum is her only reply at first as she mulls the bluerider's response over. "Well, yeah, I'm definitely with you on the rights thing. With what Vash and I got done as weyrlings, I know what we're capable of. I like Trek fine, too… I mean, the whole principal of the thing is fine by me, really; I just…" She frowns a little, trying to figure out the best way to put her thoughts. "Knowing W'rin, though, didn't it seem a little odd to you that he just…up and let Trek have the wing so quickly?" She shrugs. "Maybe it doesn't matter; it made me suspicious, that's all. Probably the biggest reason I said no when N'cal tried to recruit me, to be honest. Even so, Arroyo's good." She manages a small smile. "I'm glad you and Cervil like it there." Then, wryly, "Though I miss having you around. Now the only woman on blue there is Erissa, and she's…a little off, I think."

"No argument here, it is definitely weird." This has the exact opposite effect on Shea, though; it's weird, it's suspicious, it's all the more reason to get herself close to it and ingratiate herself into the team that managed to somehow do that. "I had hoped to figure out how it was done but bold-faced asking seemed a bit — awkward. Because no, it's really not like him at all. It's also not like her to just make demands like that, not from what I remember." Shea remains unphased by the seriousness, though, twirling a curl around her fingertip. "It's possible she had something on him. Or someone else had something on him. But that's probably Cervilaevarth bleeding through; he tries to have something on everyone, so. If I wanted to steal a wing, I'd do it by being completely sure I had the upper hand somehow. It was artful work, really, however she did it."

"Well, if she - or someone - did have something to hold over W'rin, it must've been sharding big," Kyara surmises, though she looks none too happy at the fact. Such things, while Lia and others have been able to teach her their value, still don't sit well with her when they fall upon someone who doesn't seem deserving. "I know W'rin can be an ass, but at the same time, with everything he's dealt with as Weyrleader, I guess I don't see how it was deserved. It just seems petty somehow in the grand scheme of things." With a sigh, she gives another shake of her head. "Still, as I said, maybe it doesn't matter now. There's no denying that Arroyo's damn effective out there. I hope other Weyrs do eventually see how well chromatics can lead." She smirks at the bluerider. "Maybe how it all happened does intrigue me a little bit, even if the way it did doesn't sit well with me." She shifts, folding her legs and gazing out at the pristine water. "Sometimes I sort of wish I'd switched. There are a lot of people I miss flying with in Arroyo." She's not trying to be maudlin; it's just a fact.

Shea's advice is probably not very helpful, but it is what she's providing anyway: "Don't overthink it. It is what it is, became what it's become, and it had a good outcome — so it's not worth stressing yourself to worry so over the details of how." If only she could say that to Trek and it could ease her wingleader's mind! It sounds too easy. It probably is too easy for most people, but after nearly ten turns sharing a brain with Cervilaevarth and being besties with Zeyta, Shea can do that sort of thing easy. "We all miss you too, though. I'm sorry you don't have any good ladies on blue — I don't really know Erissa, though I think I might like her just because of where she is in life — there are eggs on the sands, of course. You can hope."

At the encouragement not to overthink, Kyara starts laughing. 'But it's what I'm good at!" she exclaims to the bluerider with a jovial sort of chagrin. Then she nods over the matter of the eggs. "Hoping is another thing I'm good at. And it's not that I don't like Erissa or anything - she and Danorath are great to have on the wing. She just seems a little antisocial and…obsessed with the Weyrsecond. But." She shrugs, smirking. "It is what it is. Just like the other thing." Liareth takes that moment to shift, folding her wings as she rights herself and gives Cervilaevarth another gentle nudge and a croon. Then she swims out a little ways and takes off, circling out over the water to dry herself off. Kyara watches and pulls herself up with another small groan, brushing off her pants and moving over to her pile to start putting bits of gear back on and picking up Lia's straps as she waits for the green to come back in for a landing. "Time to get back to work, I guess. Good to see you, Shea. I'll have to make it a point to run into you again soon," she says with a warm smile for the bluerider.

"Oh, she's definitely a dragon after his own heart, making you work more already," Shea isn't quite teasing, but she is definitely amused by the entire thing. Cervilaevarth, of course, immediately follows; he takes off slightly more awkwardly but functionally from the water, circling after Liareth. Is this the sort of dance she meant, then? (No. But Shea's not about to tell him that.) "I'm pretty easy to find, and he's — anytime you want our attention, he'll come when called, because she's pretty." So he's easy, is the thing. "And smart. Pleasant company he'll take the excuse for." When Kyara and Liareth take their leave, there's no sign that Shea's about to get up — in fact, after a quick spin around with the green, Cervilaevarth is likely to return to the same island where Shea sits and simply linger with her for a time, maybe get a little oiling in, before they eventually take their leave.