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Though it was a leisure day for the pair, both Mictecath and Nyaranau were hard at practice. Mic was going through her ground drills whilst exercising her wings, determined not to be graceless when she would at last dance through the air. Nyara was running laps around the bowl, breath coming in thin puffs in front of her face. The cold didn’t particularly bother her, and running kept her warm for the most part.

And yet, something drew the young queen’s attention, her head turning as Rishemni laughed nearby. For a single moment, she thought perhaps she had provoked their mirth. Were her steps off? No… she had studied with the best of them, there was no possible way she was the cause… Mama Palanith, what drew such laughter from your rider? She took a few steps towards the older gold, bowing her head in respect.

Nyara was still puffing, but her dragon’s distraction became her own, her eyes glazing over as she sought out the old goldpair on the other side of the bowl. What’s up?

Nothing to concern ourselves about- but would you care to come and join us? I am sure mama Palanith and her rider wouldn’t mind your company.

Oh ho, that’s so kind of you Mic. Nyara laughed a little, shaking her head at her dragon's audacious single-mindedness. What was this? An afternoon tea party for queens? Still, she began to jog towards them, happy to take her time. She still didn’t quite feel like she fit in with the goldriding crowd of High Reaches.

Mictecath gave Palanith’s words some thought, then nodded her head vigorously. They do have a propensity for strange headwear, don’t they! My rider has mentioned that there are some that come with fruit. But why? Why put it on your head, when you could quite simply eat it? Mic watched as Nyara drew closer, trilling a greeting.

The young woman sketched a small, respectful bow, then grinned Rishemni- the usual trademark expression of the passionate young woman. “We were just exercising. It’s a rest day, but I always feel a bit… useless, if I’m not at least making an effort towards filling my time productively.” Nyara made an exaggerated shrug of her shoulders, but some of the sentiment was lost as the grin lingered. “Weyrlinghood- so far- seems to be mostly about rote-learning genealogies and physical exercise- not that I’m complaining. Just worried about forgetting how to have fun in our time off.”

Mictecath nudged her gently, and Nyara found herself rubbing those slender headknobs almost instinctively. “How are you and Palanith today?”

Ah! A clever use of headspace, yes! Although perhaps a little more difficult in bad weather. Actually, Mictecath was quite impressed that humans had turned something as… well, foofy as a hat into something practical.

Nyara grinned as Rishemni made an example of herself, chuckling. “It’s true- you’re definitely one of the younger-seeming old aunties around. There are folks much younger than you who are twice your age because they forgot… I guess I’ll have to rethink how I spend my restdays, unless I wanna go the same way.” The grin stuck around, the gleam in her eyes one of humour. It was meant as a compliment: Rishemni was rather (in)famous for being a long-surviving, young-at-heart weyrwoman, after all.

“Oh, I’m full up on lectures, haha. Get enough of them in class, not that I don’t appreciate the life advice.” Nya nodded, watching as Mic glanced around the bowl. Her eyes were focused on… “Oh, that is a ridiculous hat. Look at that guy…” She muttered, not quite able to stop the words tumbling from her mouth. “What is he trying to achieve?”

Well, I think Nyara will be a good student, mama Palanith. Mic spoke privately to the gold, chuckling in her own draconic way.