Dragon and rider took off, soaring through the sky. G'den's shoulder length dirty-blonde hair, pulled back with a leather band, whipped around. He grinned, lighting up his face. He wasn't particularly good-looking, very plain actually. But when he smiled, it lit up his whole face. His big brown eyes shone with happiness and excitement. Terth was lit up with the same excitement. His hide shone brilliant, deep brown, majestic and handsome. His body rippled with strong muscles. He was healthy, very healthy. What he lacked in bulk he more than made up for when flying. He was very agile, and very quick, coming from practice as a Weyrling. They landed gently on the ground, and G'den hopped off. He laughed, for his hair was mussed up and swept back from the high speeds. He fixed it again, and turned, still grinning.

"Ah, you Goober, you've messed up my hair! what will the ladies think?" He gestured to a group of lovely ladies on the other side of the pool of clear water. Terth glanced over and then back to G'den, eyes swirling mischievously.

Oh I don't know. Maybe they'll see you as a playful personality, someone they'd like to get to know better.

Then again, they might see you as a carefree and immature goof. G'den's jaw dropped in mock surprise, and Terth took the opportunity to swipe his long tail across the surface of the water, soaking G'den from head to toe with water and mud. His laughter bellowed in G'den's mind. The girls were giggling too.

"Why I oughta..." With that, dragon and rider began the mud war to end all mud wars.