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A bright, sunny summer rest day, and Iafri wanted nothing more than to stay curled up in bed and have nothing to do with anything but the 'rest' part. She was really not in the mood for such a warm summer day, sand in her toes and bright sunlight in her eyes. The whole beach environment, to be honest, had never really grown on her, even two turns in. The sound of the water was nice, she would give it that, but she just wasn't a beach sort of person. She'd grown up wandering the northeastern regions of the Northern Continent, and even after Impressing had never gone much of anywhere outside of learning and practicing coordinates. Ruatha had been strange and exotic to her, and she'd only just started to get used to it when they'd transferred.

Western was...something else entirely, and would have been overwhelming even without taking into account being in a wing, having duties and obligations, fighting Thread. It was all a lot to adapt to, and Iafri really hadn't. She pretended that she had, and she functioned well enough and got by, but all the while nursed a persistent, lingering unease. People were just terribly frightening, and there were a lot of them in the Weyr, and most of the time she had no choice but to interact.

So on rest days? That was the last thing she wanted. Girofleth, however, disagreed that hiding was the best course of action. The easiest, yes, but not the best! Hers needed to get out, and make more friends, and make an honest effort to adjust. So the tiny green had guilted her rider out of her hut, and nosed the small, barefoot girl gently down the beach. It is a lovely day, she encouraged, And not too hot yet. It is the perfect time for a walk!

It was, of course, impossible to miss that there was a giant brown not far off, but Iafri's gaze had slid away in the same moment it fell on him, regardless of the niggling curiosity that arose because he was painted - no, no, she was going to mind her own business, and walk along over here with her tiny green, with whom she would surely escape notice. So when the brown suddenly charged their way, bugling and exclaiming very enthusiastic greetings at them, Iafri was startled, to say the least. She let out a squeak and scuttled to the other side of her own dragon to peep out at the much, much larger fellow, eyes wide. She wasn't afraid of coming into any harm, no, that would be silly, but he was very sudden and very loud, and all the unexpected movement and noise was quite a lot for her.

Gentle amusement came off Girofleth in waves, her calm acceptance of the 'intrusion' standing in stark contrast to her rider, whom she nosed reassuringly...and nudged out a little at the same time. Hello, Teth. Your paintings look quite fetching on you, Yours is very talented indeed.

I am very happy for you. Promises kept are most important, and it is good that the results of yours are so pleasing to you, especially if it helps you to fly to the best of your abilities. The large, boisterous brown's enthusiasm was met with patience and gentleness. He was simple, but that did not make him any less a good or worthy dragon.

Iafri shrank back from the eagerness of the mental voice, much more used to Girofleth's gentle tones. Though the green tried to nudge her forward, the young woman clung stubbornly to her dragon, one hand wrapped around a delicate headknob. "H...Hello, Teth. Your drawings are v-very nice."

I do not think I am well-suited to being a canvas as you, dear Teth, though we do thank you for the offer.