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Drills were all well and good at the end of the day, but T'mor had been hearing of more and more injuries - especially with newer riders - stemming from strap wear or riding gear that hadn't been given a proper check beyond a once over. Especially in instances where a dragon had to be tended to first and everything else went forgotten for another two sevendays....

So it was that day that T'mor had set aside in place of their normal drills. Phylideth was obviously a ball of whiny nerves - as he always was - but he mostly kept it to himself as though his rider had a firm grip on his head and was telling him to be good and that now and here is neither the time nor place for that. Secretly, he was a running monologue of complaints to his chosen. Mostly about this or that - Kelilayth had swooped in and caught a lovely green he'd been chasing, he didn't want to sit here and do nothing all day can he go swim in the ocean, or the long running Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that buzzed in the background of everything. T'mor mostly ignored that, though.

"We still have some time before Western is called on again, I want to make sure everybody's equipment is in top shape today - for those who are usually on top of that, I apologize for the redundancy, but that just means your day will go quicker than usual." he clapped his hands together once, grinning broadly. Clearly, this was going to be a lighter than usual day.

Diesteth's cool detachment from most things was welcome given how he was so relaxed when it came to possible issues with anything. He always remained somewhat aloof outwardly even if inwardly or even privately to his rider the large blue could be somewhat sarcastic and sassy. His temper was extremely good today for some reason and he didn't really seem to have any issues with any of the orders that he received, not that he generally did and even if he'd been in a bit of a crabby mood Nicara certainly wouldn't have allowed for it. Sure she was small compared to him but her iron willpower hold was enough that even if he hadn't gotten sleep and was less than amused with things she could get him calmer.

I've not noticed anything slipping with the straps or pulling in any way, but you usually keep good care of them. It has been a few days since you've checked them though? Diesteth's voice echoed in his rider's head, his eyes a content dark blue color as he spread his wings out in the sunlight of the open bowl. It wasn't as if he had to get his rider to hurry along with it in any way, for she had already set about looking over them meticulously with her carefully trained eyes that rarely missed a thing. Leather was oiled up well and things weren't too out of order with them, maybe a slight stretch here or there that indicated a bit of wear, but that was normal and while she would keep an eye on them certainly they weren't in danger of snapping yet.

Eyes narrowing when she came to one of her rings, Nicara pulled and felt it, far too much give on one of her adjustment straps. Far too much indeed. Fingers nimbly running down the length of the strap to the ring she could see very well where it had begun to wear and while it was simply a strap that added some adjustment to her ride there was no strap that wasn't important when fighting thread. In fact any strap that had begun to wear through was a problem and if one should snap there was always a risk that she would tumble.

"This isn't good at all.... we need to go and get this fixed today, right now." Nicara held it up for her blue to see and one eye focused on it that swirled a worried yellow color. "Let me finish looking over the rest of them really fast and then we'll go to the tanner and have it fixed, maybe you could go down and get something to eat in the meantime?"

While he didn't really need the appeasement, Diesteth seemed a bit more content by that and he gave a hum as she set about checking the rest of them over. Truly, he didn't think too much of one or two pulls in leather but having a worn through strap... he'd never forgive himself if something happened to his rider, Nicara being his everything after all. Even a wound was enough to upset him but for her to fall... if he didn't forgive himself even after catching her then Roana would never at all. Since this will be a free day after the tanners we should go check on a friend. he offered to her, eyes twisting a mix of impish colors despite his slight concern.

Laughter pulled from his rider, which was the exact response that he'd wanted. "You're a somewhat self serving thing, we'll worry about what free time we have when we're done at the tanners and we're certain that everything is in decent shape." Her response was met with a snort but not any negative will.