A cure for restlessness(open)

[dragynfox]

F'gel put down the spare riding straps with a sigh. I'm bored he said, in the general direction of his brown. Etsukoth snorted.

[glow=brown,2,300]Well, what do you want me to do about it. I'm not a performer here to entertain you.[/glow]

F'gel grinned. No , I suppose not . He glanced at the bookshelf in the corner. Angi was sound asleep, the sluggard.. F'gel sighed wearily. He didn't know why he felt so restless today, but it was like an itch he couldn't scratch, ever since breakfast. Then he had an idea.

Lets go swimming. Maybe there'll be some greens down there for you to ogle at

Moments later, they were soaring over th weyr. F;gel grinned, he felt better already. Etsukoth landly neatly on the banks, and F'gel slid down to the ground and took in a deep breath of air. It felt good to be outside, that was for sure, but he still wished there was someone to talk to, or something...

[Dizzy]

(ooc: J'yse of green Feroniath, npc.)

"Fero... You ready for the soap sands?" J'yse called out to his green, who had submerged all but her eyeridges and nostrils in the deep cool of the river. She splashed water far up the sides of the bank as she rubbed her underbelly on the rough bottom of the river making her rider glad he had removed his boots and rolled up his pants legs. "Don't ignore me, I know you can hear just fine." A telepathic bond had its benifits, sometimes...

[dragynfox]

Etsukoth spotted the green immediately.[glow=brown,2,300]Hello, Feroniath. How are you on this fine morning?[/glow]

F'gel grinned, shaking his head. The brown was so predictable. He just hoped Etsukoth didn't get any ideas. He walked over to where the greenrider was standing. "Morning, J'sye. I guess I'm not the only one who felt the need to get out of the weyr today." The weather was good today, the sky was perfectly clear and it was only a little hot.

[Dizzy]

Wasn't ignoring you... just didn't care to answer either.

That's ignoring, Fero and you know it... now get up here. As much as you'd like, I don't want to spend all my restday scrubbing your hide. J'yse rubbed a hand through his hair, exasperated by the female mind yet again. It took him somewhat by surprise to hear his name.

"F'gel, morning." The green rider's eyes flashed as he grinned a welcome to the Brownrider. "Nope, it seemed a good day to catch up on some much needed scrubbing. Fero was smelling like firestone stink and I think her hide is shedding again."

It was not and I don't stink.

If you say so...

"What has you out so early on a Restday?" J'yse turned his attention back toward the Green as she began to make her way to the Riverbank.

Doing well, and you Etsukoth?"