T'fan was always grumpy in the morning. Being woken by a proddy green giving full vent to her lusts did nothing to improve his mood. And since his direct superior, A'drew, was acting wereling master - the death of old G'ham last turn had saddened everyone - the duties of wing leader fell to him. This made him even more grumpy.<br/><br/>Gorth touched his mind<em>You are even more grumpy than usual. You need klah. I need a bath. I will take you to the kitchen and then go to the lake.</em>The brown dragon's gentle touch made T'fan smile.<br/><br/>"Good idea." He spoke aloud to the brown as they were alone. "Please bespeak Zeranth for me and ask him to tell A'drew that I will attend the wingleaders meeting in his stead. If there's a proddy green about he will have his hands full this morning, and thread is due tomorrow at dawn." He pulled on breetches and a shirt, ran a blade over his face quickly to remove the stubble from last night and smiled at himself in the mirror. Not handsome, by any means, but being a dragon rider had it's advantages. "You didn't want to rise to her?" he asked Gorth.<br/><br/><em>She has someone. They will fly well together.</em><br/><br/>"Oh, who was it?" He mounted the dragon and Gorth took off, noted that the werelings were all out of site and did something really naughty.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Black blacker blackest<br/>And cold beyond frozen things...</em></div><br/>"AHHHH! Gorth, you'll be the death of me! Don't do that!"<br/><br/><em>But you </em>need<em> klah and I really do need that bath. Why can't we have a were closer to the kitchens?</em><br/><br/>"If the Wereleader catches you doing that he'll have us both back in wereling training. You know it's against the rules to go<em>between</em>inside the Were!" He scalded the dragon, then dismounted. "Anyway, who was the green? Anyone we know?"<br/><br/>Gorth gave a soft snort.<em>I will not do it again. It upsets you. It was Charith. Harath flies her. They fly well.</em>The dragon looked up and gave his rider an image of a tiny speck, high in the sky, way beyond the reach of human eyes.<br/><br/>T'fan nodded. "If she was a gold, that would be a mighty clutch of eggs." He thought a moment. "Wait... Harath is... OH! Well, I hope Seyna is alright. Go get your bath, dear." And he wandered into the rapidly filling kitchen cavern.