Looking for something I lost (open)

[ShadowReine]

T'mar laughed. "Firelizards definitely don't count. They're pretty much completely random. I got lucky to get a bronze, plain and simple. Even if he is a troublemaker."

T'mar might not have wanted a bronze dragon, but he was very fond of his little firelizard. "And yeah. I think that it's a lot healthier to go out onto the Sands with your mind open to anything that might happen. Especially...I can understand why girls get their hearts set on queens. Queens are a different *life*, after all, not just a different rank. Queenriders work very, very hard, but they do get to be more feminine than the green and barred riders."

Although some of the most feminine greenriders were the male ones, T'mar thought with amusement. He was not that way himself, he was no kind of flamer, but...

"And I can understand a guy not wanting a green, especially if he's in denial about certain things about himself. Or too young to really have worked things out."

[Sparrow]

Tirasha happily had her heart set on having no dragon at all, and so far had done a very good job of keeping to that goal. Having even outgrown what seemed to be viewed as the Candidate age range, that almost definitely wasn’t changing, and what a relief. “You’re apparently a very understanding person.” Willow gurgled.

“I’ve noticed that more in Greenriders though.” That made the Bronze hush again and he gave her an irritated look. “But only the men, the girls tend to bother me.” There were nice ones, of course, but a female Greenrider generally seemed to have a mind similar to her Green, and Tirasha had little past a joking fondness for all size ranges of the color. And of course there were still those male Greenriders who were similar, and she didn’t generally like them either, but she had found a couple good exceptions among them in the past.

She hesitated. “Willow- or even worse, our dear MasterHealer,” a person for whom Tirasha also had no fondness, “will be at my throat if I don’t go finish my own chore down here though.” There was no way she would have been down here to help T’mar find his kagen if it hadn’t been for that, anyways. It was astounding the sorts of conversations she got herself into because of silly things like that.

[ShadowReine]

"And Freyjath will give me an earful if I don't take her to the feeding grounds. She's apparently starving," T'mar quipped. "So I'd better go, before she decides to eat Blossom when we show up."

The Kagen squawked. Not that she would be so much as a snack to even the smallest of dragons.

"And I try to be understanding. Freyjath helps...she's so laid back for a green. I almost wish she had a bit more of the classic green fire. But...I'll see you around?"

He was already started to head back for the nearest exit to the bowl to meet up with his dragon. Tirasha was nice...and might have made a good rider, except she didn't want to be. That, surely, would put off any dragon that might have considered Impressing her.

Dragons wanted to be wanted and they needed to be loved. Maybe Freyjath had chose him because she knew he would love her without any hesitation whatsoever.

[Sparrow]

Tirasha laughed. She had never quite understood why the dragons seemed to require their riders go with them when they fed; it wasn’t like the riders could be of any help. “Hopefully she won’t eat her, even if it could spare you further trips in here.” Blossom seemed sweet enough. If the kagen ever bred, maybe she would have to come by and see if she could get a pup.

Tirasha tilted her head slightly, her expression thoughtful, as T’mar spoke again. Would he see her around? “I imagine so.” Riders had a habit of ending up seeing Healers, not to say that she wouldn’t mind talking to him again outside that situation. “Bye.”

It took her a moment to get Tianthe’s attention, but once the Green was headed in the right direction, Tirasha started back to the area reserved for holding more medicinal supplies. Just a bit of inventory to do, a few things to fetch, and then she would have a bit of explaining to do back in the infirmary about why she had disappeared on a job that shouldn’t have taken more than a few minutes.