T'bre loosend his wherhide jacket, in the end dropping it to the ground with a resounding snap of soked leather. Even the light weight tank top shirt was causing the brownrider to feel overly warm. The shirt was soked with his sweat and showed his now well formed muscle structure from a turn of being a dragonrider. Sure he'd been well muscled before he impressed his brown Farnith but now his muscles were well preprotioned throughout his tall frame of 6'8"

T'bre, your shirt isn't looking too well. Why is it so soked? T'bre chuckled as he shucked off his tank top as well.

"That's something called sweat, Farnith," the green eyed 19 turn old chuckled, "Something you won't have to worry about until they let us fly Thread." Thread?!?! Where?!?! the fair sized brown weyrling asked looking about the sky and pumping his wings as if he were about to take flight to fight his life long enemy. "There's not Thread today, Far," he chuckled stroking his dragon's glossy hide, "Besides we won't be allowed to fight it for another turn." But we've already learned how to fly and go between together, what else do we need other than firestones to fight it with

"Flight training, ya' eager ruffian," the brownrider chidded lovingly. T'bre looked at the lower half of his body and was glad that he'd stripped to his shorts earlier, those riding pants were still soked and he'd taken them off long before he stripped himself of his helmet and wherhide jacket; his riding goggles were still on him hanging around his neck like some sort of jewelry.

As the brownrider stood by his dragon, T'bre heard a number of giggles coming from a darkend doorway. T'bre knew that in those shaddows were a few of the girls who helped in the kitchens and a few female drudges. Why do they always hide there watching you at this time of day when they know well enough that we know they're there? It's something we humans call having a crush or being smitten with someone; the latter being worse than the former at times. Like the male dragons who find a female dragons they'd like to fly? Ruffly. T'bre sighed and leaned into his dragon. It was at that moment that a silvery looking small fire lizard appeared. The appearance of the flit caused the girls in the doorway to gasp, and murrmer admiration to one another as the, odviously actually, white flit landed on T'bre's outstreached forarm.

"Hey, Mercurus," he smiled and Farnith cooed a greeting as well. The little white seemed to be quite proud of himself puffing out his tiny chest, "Were you chasing again, ya' little mite?" The silver bodied white chirped and projected an image which caused both brown and rider to stager back a bit. "You managed to catch a gold?!?!" Mercurus continued to smirk proudly; the girls gasped again at the info. T'bre composed himself once again and finally decided to address the girls whom he couldn't see because of the bright sun.

"Are there any among you who are going to clean a weyr or too? If not I suggest you get back to the work you are ignoring," he smiled plesently, "If one or more of you are sapposed to be cleaning them Farnith and I are on elevator duty today so we'll gladly take you up to give us something to do." There was a sudden scurry inside from a number of the girls. A few pails clanked together and a few grumbles acompanied them as well. Silly females, eh T'bre?

Soon enough three young women, some older some younger than T'bre, appeared. If they had long hair it was tied back and each one wore a bandana over ther head, tied under their hair and the base of their necks. Each one had a shy smile on their faces trying the best to some how catch the brownrider's eye. Aye, they are a bit silly fawning over me like this T'bre replied resisting the erge to roll his eyes skyward. Instead the brownrider put on his most charming smile as he address not one of them in particular.

"So what weyr are you to clean today, Ladies," he asked cheerily. The young woman tried to not giggle and the older woman, who was nearly as tall as himself, answered pointing at one of the highest weyrs, "That one, brownrider, the former occupents just transfered out the other day." T'bre nodded remembering something about the rider leaving for a weyr near their home. He smiled and mentaly told his brown to crouch lower.

"Alright then, everyone mount up," he smiled and offered an arm to each worker rolling his eyes and silently chuckling as he looked at Murcurus who seemed to see the sillyness of the situation. Taking up his seat in front of the trio of woman he quickly strapped them in for the short flight. T'bre grew a bit embarassed as he felt a set of arms wrap around him. Sure it was normal for some passnegers to feel the need to hold onto the person in front of them for added mental protection but he knew well this was not what it was from this time.

Next time I'll remind you to mount up first and then offer them help to get on; you won't have to worry about the arms then. T'bre mentaly thanked his dragon for the statement as the took off and the head of the young woman was layed neatly on his back as if in fight though he knew better. T'bre was thankful that the flight was short even if it was to a higher weyr. No sooner had they landed and unloaded the passengers and cleaning tools, T'bre was back up on Farnith and waved a hastey yet cheery good day.

That was close, he sighed and hugged his dragon's neck as the spiraled towards the ground. You really don't like them gawking over you, don't you? Farnith questioned his rider with a slight chuckle. T'bre grummbled not answering.