"Run faster you little wherries! Faranth help us all!"

"A trundlebug could scuttle faster than you flowers can move your blasted roots!"

"That's it, I quit. The bloody weyrlings are going to beat us!"

This last comment was the one that finally brought the yells and protests from the young men running through the field. They turned back to her, angry or annoyed. Shaethe was sitting on the fence next to Wyxa, one of the greenriders in the Weyr who had come out to watch the spectacle.

Every Turn a group of recently graduated riders got together to play a game of hideball against the current weyrlings. Shaethe, one of the newer goldrider additions to the Weyr, was watching with utter disgust as the men they'd chosen ran around like pansies who were afraid to get dirty. Or, at least, she said as much to them.

"Hey, this game's harder than it looks. It takes a lot of skill," one of the brownriders said with a snort, lifting his head and wiping a hand across his brow, clearing what sweat had accumulated there. Actually, they'd been playing rather hard. However, it was much more amusing for Shaethe to sit on the sidelines and yell to get their butts in gear rather than cheer for them. Considering that she was a goldrider and Wyxa was rather pretty, she didn't need them to try and show off. They wanted to win, shaffit!

"I could do it with my eyes closed," she said, mimicing his snort and crossing her arms across her chest. She had been one of the many to refuse to cut her hair when they graduated, though now she had it pulled back behind her hair. It was her pride and joy, her true envy other than Rhysharth, and they were daft if they thought she was going to get rid of her multicolored, curly locks.

"Oh really?" T'mani, the brownrider, called back, a grin on his face. "Go ahead, then," and he tossed the oblong ball in her direction, letting it spiral perfectly.

She caught it without so much as a flinch, holding it up and giving him a incredulous look. "Maybe I will," she said finally, a grin coming to her face. She hopped off the fence. "Go easy on me, boys. I'm not wearing my running shoes," she said with a snicker. In fact, she wasn't wearing much of anything. It was a bright, sunny day. Shorts and a short-sleeved, low-cut shirt fit her perfectly. She enjoyed showing off what she had, and indeed she was one of the prettier goldriders at the Weyr, if not one of the most incorrigible as well.

"Gladly," chimed in a bronzerider, who got a dirty glare from Shaethe and a laugh from the silent Wyxa on the sidelines. He grinned over at Wyxa, only to get the ball shoved into his stomach.

"I wasn't talking to you, V'lad. I meant the guys out here who are actually playing well," she said with a wicked grin, then motioned him off the field to the opposite side, away from Wyxa. "I'll take your spot," she said more chipperly, then went and took her place behind T'mani.

"I don't think so," came an imposing, strong tenor from behind them. The young men immediately straightened and turned around, but Shaethe groaned and turned slowly, placing a hand on her hip. L'rari gave her a leveled look.

"Do you always have to torture your weyrwoman?" she said plaintively, looking at the Weyrleader with a pout.

"Only when they act as silly as you and Demire," he said with a smirk, then motioned her towards him. "Don't you have better things to do than try to beat the snot out of a bunch of my riders and weyrlings?" he said plaintively. Of the majority of the goldriders, he seemed more easy-going around Shaethe. Probably because she refused to talk him - or anyone else - too seriously now that she'd Impressed Rhysharth.

"We're the only sane ones around here," she said, rolling her eyes. "Now, care to join us if you're done being all authoritative and such? I think I'on would do good to sit out with V'lad, he's getting all dirty," and she cast a grin over at the dark bronzerider, who was covered from his spiky red hair to his bare feet with mud, thanks to a tackle earlier by T'mani, who'd escaped fairly clean despite it all.

"I s'pose if you need a decent example to know how it's done," he said with a smirk at Shaethe and a smile at I'on, who nodded and jogged towards Wyxa rather than V'lad, though no one made a move to stop him from doing otherwise. L'rari waltzed over and took his spot.

T'mani shouted out the call, then tossed the ball back to Shaethe. Take a few hops back, she threw her arm forward with a snap of her wrist and sent the hideball flying towards the opposite end. Then, with a duck of her shoulders, she went sprinting forward while the others were busy with the ball.

A few moments later, L'rari found himself in the same mud puddle which had claimed I'on. Shaethe was standing over him, a triumphant smirk on her face, and her white shirt now a noticably darker color of brown. She clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, shaking her head. "No wonder you lost when you played the weyrlings," she said in an admonishing tone.

L'rari's eyes widened considerably, then with a grunt he got to his feet. "Wyxa!" he yelled out, looking towards the Weyr Dragonhealer's daughter. However, the greenrider was already off at an easy pace back towards the Weyr, I'on at her side.

"You're getting old, L'rari. Go back to your office and do... well, whatever it is you do," she said in a sarcastic tone, giving him a grin and a wink. Then she turned and ran back to where the other guys were gathering, calling for V'lad to come back into the game.

The Weyrleader climbed to his feet and huffed. Kayan was definitely not keeping these girls busy enough... Hearing a chuckle, he turned and was surprised to see that among the dragons watching the game, Rhysharth was only a few armlengths away from him. "You two deserve each other," he said with a snort, then started back across the field towards the Weyr... and a good bath. The gold's eyes followed him, as did her rumbling chuckle.