It's a clear and sunny day over Igen Weyr, though thunderstorms growl at the outermost edges of its environs. In a fit of either brilliance or madness the idea to travel to the north bowl was proposed, and of course eager young dragonets were all for it. Zetali had sighed and trailed after her clumsy brown, steadying him here and there with a hand at his shoulder, occasionally getting thwhacked gently in the shoulder in turn by his big and growing bigger wings. By turns, and by hops and awkward bounds, the pair and a few others have made it to their destination. Once here, there's… not much of interest, so Zetali plunks down on a hillock, Keelung a watchful eye on Odskovith. She's warned him sternly — at the very first sign of the sleepies, they're marching right back to the barracks, and taking it slow if they have to. …It's nice to see the rest of the weyr still exists, though.

Included in the outing, Xanthee is jogging with Liowyth at her side, the green's movements eerily fluid for one so young, but each bound is carefully executed making it look effortless. Green blue eyes are whirling happily at exploring beyond the Training Grounds finally, her overlarge wings, fluttering happily, furled against her back. Her brown brother is a favorite playmate of hers, and with a trill, she zooms over to him, tries to tag him on the haunch with her muzzle before rushing off again, trying to engqage him in a rousing game of tag. Her raven haired rider is slowing her pace as she walks it off over to where Zetali is settled, although she remains standing to do some warming exercises. Emerald eyes are sharply on her green though, "Maybe if they wear each other out, I might be able to get more than 4 candlemarks of uninterupted sleep tonight."

Oh, look! What do we have here? Lukoith rests on a nearby ledge, his dark midnight-brown hide standing out against the paler stone of the Weyr while daylight lingers. His head lifts from where it rested on his crossed forelegs and he'll watch silent and predator like, as a few Weyrlings make their debut in the bowl below. Talons click and scrape against stone, as if contemplating… and his sharpening curiosity has no doubt bled to the human counterpart. For now though, Odskovith and Liowyth are spared Lukoith's presence ? instead, it will be Divale who will gradually make her way over. Content to merely lurk for now, Parhelion's Wingsecond will observe first and clearly her attention is more on the young dragonets than their weyrling riders.

"To be honest, I'm almost glad I Impressed brown instead of green. Between Reiyaseith and Liowyth, I don't think either of you get two candlemark's sleep between you." Zetali's observation is a little bemused, but still given in good humour. She pulls herself to her feet to stretch as well, following Xanthee's lead. "Not too soon, though, or we'll be trapped out here. I can't carry Odskovith. He's huge already… but he's got stamina going for him, at least. Maybe he can help us drag Liowyth if she comes out on you… Hahahah." Her laughter is nervous. She knows darn well if Liowyth falls asleep they're both gonna get it. Odskovith meanwhile gives a brassy, joyful trumpet and bounds forward. To battle! Except the tag almost pushed him over, but with some flailing he finds his big, clumsy feet to chase his smaller sister. He's clumsy for now, with back legs and a tail a size or two too big for him, but he's going to grow into a powerful — and massive — beast someday. Hide and frame look good despite his roly-poly roundness; his lifemate has, at least, been taking good care of him so far.

"Funny you should say that, I always kind of hoped for a brown myself, cause mom had a brown. But Liowyth showed me that I was meant for green, which suits me perfectly," Xanthee remarks with a grin as she reaches down to touch her toes. "Oh Lio had a long nap around noon, so I'm sure she'll be fine." Famous last words. "We just need to keep an eye on them, is all." When she rises again, she makes sure to put that into practice as her gaze finds her green again. Liowyth's mental giggle is unrestrained and she projects it to all the dragons in the area as she uses her speed to dash away from Odskovith, « You gotta do better than that if you're going to catch me! » she taunts with a warble as she flees her brown brother.

"My," Divale's voice is dryly bemused as she speaks up at last, gaze drifting sidelong to Zetali and Xanthee both now that she's finished her observations. "They're a lively pair, aren't they?" She'll lift one hand up for a brisk salute, before lowering it again. She's dressed in her usual gear, but missing the piece that would signify she's on active duty. Either her patrols are done or she's due for them later. "And you both appear to be handling it well?" Just as Liowyth and Odskovith had been thoroughly studied, now the two young women are given a once-over glance. Seemingly harmless, but with Divale? One never knows. Lukoith is fascinated with the 'playfulness' of the young dragonets and continues to watch from above… though his wings twitch and rustle.

"I guess the dragons know what we're really meant for," Zetali comments, shrugging. It's an arcane science that she doesn't fully understand. Actually, nobody understands it, but that's okay. The ex-harper allows herself a small, slow smile. "I guess the dragons know what they want, at the end of the day. Liowyth really does suit you perfectly, though." Oh there's somebody new. Not really new, though. Zetali snaps out a salute in the middle of her stretch, which brings a bit of a wince. Ow. "Wingsecond! It's good to see you again. Although… I guess it's on different terms, now, isn't it? No more 'harpering' for me, it seems." This time Zetali allows that stupid grin that's been halfway there since Hatching Day. "Truth be told, I don't mind too much. They're pretty lively. Odskovith is… he's not a handful, but he's definitely high-energy. And a positive, can-do attitude! Honestly, he's so cheerful." Again that stupid smile. "He's perfect. I feel like as long as we're a team, we can do anything together." Thread? Bring it on! Meanwhile, Odskovith manages another trumpeting call, brassy and a little more high-pitched than the adult counterparts, more shock than anything else as his quarry gives him the slip. «Hey!» He's quick to turn, using his tail to try and support himself through a turn he's too big to manage cleanly. Although he does eat dirt for his miscalculation, he recovers quicker than he has been, clawing up clods of a nearby hillock as he launches after Liowyth again. «I'll have you know I'm the bestest at chasing, and the bestest at tag!» Nope. Not really. But shhh. Let a little baby brown have his dreams.

Uh oh, guess they should have been a bit more observant. At Divale's words, Xanthee snaps into a sharp salute, "Yes, they are Ma'am. Keeping us on our toes." Once the proper adresses have been made, she continues with her stretches, pulling one arm across her chest, then the other. "As well as can be expected, I suppose," Xan replies with a broad smile that betrays the fact that she is still thoroughly charmed by the whole thing. Zetali's matching grin is noticed as her emerald eyes dance with mirth, one hand sweeping through her raven locks to push them back over her shoulders, "Yeah, I could say the same. Liowyth is perfect, even though she keeps me on my toes." For her part, the green is running as fast as she can manage to keep away from Odskovith. She probably shouldn't have been looking over her shoulder with a taunting warble, because in her moment of inattention, she catches a bit of uneven ground with a forelimb and stumbles as she gets her paws tangled.

Divale almost looks delighted, in the wrong sense, when both weyrlings snap so sharply to attention. Oh, she could get used to this! It wouldn't be the first time she's known a few of the lucky ones to Impress… and used that to her advantage. She's behaving herself for now, though her expression remains fixed to a neutral, vague smirk and shadowed gaze. "Mhm, so it would seem," she answers to Zetali first and her mouth quirks to a hint of a grin. "Much belated congratulations on Impressing! And a brown, no less." She's not biased! … hah, who's kidding? She's completely biased and not hiding it. To Xanthee, she does extend the same. "And congratulations to you, as well. Surprises all around, for this clutch!"

"Indeed they are, Ma'am. I think I live on my toes at this point, but that's okay. I think I'm getting used to that." Zetali twists to pull her arm the other way, before straightening to try the other arm. "Uh huh. She's pretty high-energy. At least she's not as headstrong as Reiyaseith seems to be. Sounds like Khali has some trouble getting her to listen to reason, sometimes… and Khali's been looking pretty ragged, lately. I don't think she's getting much more than a candlemark or two of sleep every night. I wonder if there's anything we can do to help her out…?" She practically flushes at the praise, though, and can't help a grin. "Thanks, Wingsecond. I'm… I'm honestly happy. I feel like I'm ready to take on anything." Odskovith, meanwhile, is not one to pass up a challenge. He claws his way over the hillocks in spite of his awkward limbs, using his long, long tail as a kind of counterbalance for his shorter front end. Thankfully, he's very rounded and roly-poly, though not fat, and that seems to help him weather the bruising he's about to take… because as soon as Liowyth goes head over heels, Odskovith is nearly on top of her, creeling in alarm when he can't avoid tangling up in the green. Together they go down, a tangle of brown and green and wings and legs and tail… but for all his initial panic, Odskovith's mindscape is a riot of bright, cheery colours and laughter. Who cares if he just took a spill? It was fun!

Bobbing her head slightly at the congratulations, Xanthee replies, "Thanks Wingsecond, I am over the moons that it finally happened for me." There's a glimmer in her emerald eyes as she looks back over at her fellow 'ling with a chuckle, "Yeah, poor Khali. And I'm not sure I would say Liowyth isn't headstrong, but she seems to channel it constructively…most of the time. And I'm sure it will get better as Reiyaseith grows. Not sure there's anything we could do. She's Khali's responsibility, and we'd be doing them both a disservice by not letting her figure it out." Wow, that's a little harsh for the normally helpful girl. Lifting her shoulders in a vague shrug, she turns just in time to see brown and green forms tangle together which elicits a roll of her eyes when the riotous giggle from her green explodes into her mind, letting her know that she isn't hurt. Every move she makes, only seems to make things worst.

Divale's head dips in a shallow, but respectful nod and she lapses silent while the two weyrlings converse amongst themselves. Much of it is not for comment, though she quirks a brow about this third name. Khali? That is tucked away somewhere in the depths of her memory. Instead, she merely smirks that same, neutral shadowed look of hers. "Xanthee has the right of it," she murmurs her support. "While some aid to your fellow weyrlings is never a bad thing, sometimes you need to let them fail to succeed. That's where the weyrlingmasters come in and they'll undoubtedly notice eventually of her struggles. Weyrlinghood is not meant to be an easy trial…" she reminds, bluntly and without any sugar coating. "Not all will succeed." Leave it to her to find a rather sombre thread to the topic!

"I guess that's a fair enough point." Zetali doesn't seem entirely happy with this outcome, but there's not much to be done for it. Xanthee has a very fair point. "Hopefully they'll sort things out soon. I hear Reiyaseith at night, sometimes. She's pretty restless… and energetic." The former harper shrugs a shoulder and shakes her head, straightening her ill-fitting weyrling uniform. She sighs, but bends to the wisdom of wiser weyrfolk. They're right. "I guess you're right, Wingsecond. Xan." Her brow furrows at Divale's bluntness, but she doesn't argue the point. According to the law of averages, that's true enough, but that doesn't make her like it any more. Odskovith, menwhile, manages to right himself and extricate himself, carefully, from his tangled sprawling faceplant. «I'm a little tired… but mine says we'd better get back to the barracks to rest. She said she'd give me something to eat if we make it back there! Maybe yours will give you something to eat, too! I'll race you back… I'm the bestest at racing!» No he's not, but he can dream. Zetali, meanwhile, shrugs. "Maybe so. I'll talk to Weyrlingmaster Vosji… but for now, we'd better get back. We're a long way from home," she adds, with a grin. "I promised Odskovith I'd give him dinner if he could make it back without faceplanting along the way, and now it sounds like he wants to race Liowyth back. Better hurry, Xan! She'll leave you behind, too!" Already she's forced to break into a trot, waving back at Divale. "See you later, Wingsecond! My regards to your dragon — clear skies!" With that, she's after Odskovith, jogging to keep up with his awkward but ground-eating hop-bounding gait. What a weird way to run… but he makes it work for him, that's for sure!

Puffing up slightly as the Wingsecond agrees with her, Xanthee nods sagely, "Oh, yeah, I'm always willing to lend a helping hand on occasion, but if she is going to have a chance outside of weyrlinghood, she really needs to put in the work herself. But I believe in Khali, she'll get through this." The affirmative bob of her head indicates that she has faith in her fellow greenling, even though, as a weyrbrat, she knows all about the realities of being a rider, and keeps herself grounded most firmly in that reality. Offering Zetali a pat on the shoulder, she shoots her a lopsided smile, "We have enough to worry about with these two anyway," titling her head in the direction of the dragonets as she watches Liowyth finally pick herself up and with a shake, the stumble is all but forgotten. « I'm not hungry, but I bet I can get back to Barracks before you! » In a emerald flash, she is off, suprisingly lightfooted for such a solid green, in the direction of the Training grounds. Xan, for her part, chuckles before saluting Divale once more, one can't alute too much right? "Clear skies, Ma'am." she echoes Zetali before she takes off after her fellow weyrling at a run. Apparently the dragonets aren't the only ones who want to race.

Expression unchanging, Divale will salute in return though her gaze darkens for a heartbeat with something akin to wry amusement at the pair. She doesn't even grimace for the use of her title over her name, for once. "Clear skies," she returns in farewell and turns to stride away ? and just in time. As the chaos of two rambunctious dragonets turn back to the weyrling grounds, a new form of chaos erupts over the Wingsecond's head in the form of her gold firelizard… and her entourage of male courters (also all bound to the same source). That sours Divale's mood almost immediately and as if lured by this, Mercy perches on her shoulder, which leaves the brownrider almost beset by the rest of her fair vying for the opposite side. "… I've heard of spring fever but this is ridiculous," she hisses under her breath, storming off towards the Bazaar and trying to loose her unwanted company, all while Lukoith soaks up the spring sun and endless mirth over the situation below. Ahh, chaos~