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Nicara's joke might have failed to land but her stumbling stuttered words got the reaction she had previously been seeking and laughter bubbled up from the redhead in a sound that was almost a giggle. Though Roana would always deny she was even capable of making such a 'girly' sound. But she decided not to speak up and reassure Nicara on her joke ability.

But Diesteth was talking to her then and that always took more focus than simply speaking verbally with another so her laughter faded and she fell silent to listen to the blue. Roana considered the blue to be very wise, though he was younger than her it was his manner and calm nature which gave off the scholarly calm demeanor. "Well seeing all she did was stuff herself and fall asleep I am not sure there is all that much to pick up on just yet," she told the dragon half teasing.

When Diesteth sniffed at her, battering her with the warmth of his breath Roana laughted lightly again and pushed some hair back out of her eyes before she turned to him, wrapped her arms around his head and kissed his nose, giving him a scratch in the process with warm sandy hands. She also manged to do so by just twisting her upper half, keeping her legs and lap still so the gold flitt remained undisturbed.

"Thanks for your help today big guy, you know you can both go back now if you want. Its not far from the weyr from here. I can easily walk back."

Roana would have enjoyed the walk back, even if it was a long one. Being back by the sea, hearing the waves and enjoying the soft warm sand around her all brought back old and fondly held memories of her time among the pirates and her life running riot in games with her siblings. But there were other memories that dominated them more strongly now, memories of a sinking ship and boiling sea which came screaming to the front of her mind when the Blue gave name to pern's ancient enemy.

She cast a fearful look at the sky at the mere mention of it, even though she knew the pair would never have brought her to the beach if there was any imminent danger. "Don't worry, you don't have to try and talk me round. I'll take the lift. I still remember when thread fell on the holds and my ship." She shuddered and gathered a sleepy golden flitt up into the cradle of her arms. Nyeh grumbled lightly, protesting the movement but she was too full and tired to do more than vocalize.

The stab of fear in memory had stopped her enjoying Nicara's initial red faced reaction but it didn't last long.

"And Nicara I don't know how you can scold Diesteth for stating the obvious." She grinned impishly. Still holding the newly minted gold in her arms she stood, walked over to the blue rider and leaned down close before offering a conspiratorial whisper. "But honestly, it's okay." she leaned closer and then pressed a brief chaste kiss on her lips. "I care about you as well, and not just because you're attached to Diesteth."

Satisfied that the kiss would be enough to fluster the blue rider further Roana stood up and turned to the blue. "And now, since I can't really relax any more with the mental image of thread falling on my head. ~I think we should probably get back, I have afternoon candidate classes as well."

For her part, Roana looked very pleased with herself, the cat that got the cream. Roana was much more experienced than poor Nicara. Being the Captains Niece aboard The ghost she had grown up without fear of the other pirates unwanted advances. They had always wanted to keep their hands and their heads. But that hadn't stopped some playful flirting. It had also not stopped Ro from doing the chasing. Port was filled with even more temptations. And the drinking holes that the pirates frequented were full of worldly and well traveled reprobates that had only been too happy to help Roana explore her budding sexuality. The point was, Ro was hardly the vestile virgin.
What had held her back, kept her in check and even now held her back from jumping the smaller women was Nicara's clear innocence in the matter. She didn't want to go in all guns blazing and scare her off. The frozen red faced statue of the dragon Harper just confirmed her suspicions.

"I didn't mean to." She admittedly to the Blue with a sheepish grin before whispering for the blue alone. "If I wanted to do damage I would have used tongue."

Roana was about to reach out and give the dazed rider a shake when she managed to rouse herself. Ro let out a sigh of relief glancing at Diesteth. She knew his steadying influence must have helped. Letting the situation slide by without further comment she let Nicara change the subject with a groan. "Master A'ral has his sights on me anyway after that touching. Don't wanna give him a reason to give me even more chores." she grouched before clambering up on Dieseteth behind Nicara.

She put one arm round her waist and held Nyeh between them with the other rather firmly. She didn't want her falling during the extended flight and as going between was still too risky with the baby flit.

Unfortunately the hatching had taken longer than Roana realized and by the time Diesteth circled the weyr bowl to land Ro could see a line of her fellow candidates hurrying in twos and threes too the classroom. With a squeak of alarm Ro bundled Nyeh into Nicaras arms. "Here, take her back to your weyr for me. Don't want her startling in a busy classroom." she blurted out hurriedly. She was off the blue then before he had even come to a complete stop. Hitting the ground with practiced grace, rolling into the fall before she sprang up and raced after the other vanishing candidates.