like totally oh em gee-- (zizi/firo)

[twitchie]

Ooma let her clothing drop onto the floor, sighing as she slid into the foaming bubbling water of the bath.

The steam curled like white smoke and the hot water relaxed her. It was soothing.
Gretchen had no idea what to think of her Master getting in the water. The dog was not one to swim in such hot pools.

Ooma's black hair was sleek against her head and naked back. The waves hid the rest of her from view.
Yim and Val landed in a nearby shalliw puddle and crooned. Yim suddenly squeaked and betweened and Val chirped a warning of 'someone's here' to Ooma before going after the ebony. Ooma didn't expect anyone else here...

[Zirin]

Firo sighed as the warm water seeped into his muscles. He had, perhaps, pushed himself a little too far that morning. He wasn't used to having to do strenuous chores on top of his reular work out regime, so his muscles were certainly sore. He sank deeper into the water, feeling his body relax more with every passing moment. He closed his eyes and leant back to make himself comfy.

The thirteen Turn old blinked open his eyes at the sound of someone entering the bath. He wasn't the shy type; he had grown up in a Weyr and was completely comfortable with public baths, so his glance at whoever was entering was simply to satisfy his curiosity of 'who'. He gave a quick curious glance at the dog that followed Ooma, recognising her almmost immediately from Candidate lessons. A loudmouthed, stubborn type of girl, form what he had seen. He couldn't help but think she was all talk though; it seemed she always kept her mutt around and he wondered if it wasn't a guard dog or something.

Well, he didn't really care who she was or why she was here; he just wanted to let the water work on his sore body. Maybe if he was lucky she'd keep to herself. He stretched, his arms creating a light splash as he moved and settled into a more comfortable postion.

[twitchie]

Ooma sank deeper into the water, definately not wanting to be seen so.. exposed.
Firo was close enough to make Ooma feel uncomfortable and she sought shelter in the water.

"You enjoy stareing at underdressed women?"
There was a firmness to her sarcastic teasing.

She'd seen this boy in her classes. He was quiet enough but gave such disrespectful glances at the ladies... humph.

Ooma let her hair sort of cover her front more but really the steamy water hid her plenty.

[Zirin]

She was pretty quick in getting to the water and Firogel would have been more than happy to simply ignore her and continue soaking. At least, that was before she went and opened her mouth. He should have expected it; she was like that in class too. Well, that was an interesting question. Did he like staring a naked women?

"Of course, a good view makes up for those annoying personalities." He scoffed at her, rolling his eyes. What kind of male in their right mind wouldn't enjoy seeing the female body? Of course, she was most likely trying to tease, but Firogel was going to be blunt about it.

[twitchie]

Ooma made an unlady-like snort at Firogel's quick reply.
Any other women would have slapped him senseless for such a blunt and rude retort, but Ooma was greatly amused.

"Oh really? What do you count as annoying?"

A sly smile touched her lips and her olive colored eyes sparkled.
Hmm... This boy was quite witty. Maybe disrespectful but if seen from a certain light he was enjoyable.

"You are J'degar's son right? Firogel...? I'm Ooma. I don't have a weyrling master as a father... however..."
She continued to smile.

[Zirin]

"Why, you. If you keep blabbering at me." He replied lazily, feigning a grin as he looked at her. Really, he had heard this woman was nosy but this was even worse than he had expected. Well, at least she wasn't being a complete waste of space since she insisted on being his entertainment.

"I know who you are. We have lessons together, though Faranth knows how you managed to be searched." He rolled his eyes. Clearly she had a terrible memory, but really, what should he have expected of a silly woman. He didn't know how any of them managed to be searched. "And what, praytell, does it matter if my father is Weyrlingmaster?" No doubt she must be envious or something.

[twitchie]

Ooma cocked an eyebrow at Firo. Did he think she was annoying?

"Oh?"

That certainly surprised her...

"Well my father is... an ex-rider. His brown, Georonth, was killed in thread... It's like I don't have a father anymore.. he's hollow inside...."

She looked away from Firo. She hated how she'd lost her father.... it was unbelieveablely hard... unfair... unreal...
She twirled a strand of black hair, not meeting Firogel's eyes or gaze.

[Zirin]

Of course she thought he was annoying; Firo thought all women were annoying, especially when they blabbered on and on about things he didn't care about. Their families, for example, were something he cared little for. The only family that mattered to Firogel was his own.

"You're doing that thing I dislike. Being annoying." He groaned, wondering how long she was planning on talking to him. Not that it mattered, he supposed he could just ignore her. Maybe she'd get tired of talking to no one and move on with her life. "Look lady, Thread kills people. Its why riders fight it, duh. If you can't handle that then why are you a candidate?" He had lost his mother as well so he was no stranger to the dangers of being a rider. Not that he would ever tell anyone about it.

[twitchie]

Ooma's jaw set definantly. It was one thing when Firo had been teasing but a complete other when the boy dismissed that fact so easily.

"Atleast you have a parent. Thread doesn't bother me. I'll fight it. I'll gladly save people's lives. They depend on us to protect them. But I will not take you saying such things about me or my family. My mother.. I never met her. She died when I was born... but you don't care. Of course you don't you petty little selfish boy!"

Ooma's eyes glinted with her anger and if she wasn't hiding herself from his eyes she would have risen from the water with her prideful regal stance.
Oh! How dare he! How dare he be so idiotic??!

[Zirin]

Well look at that, he had found a soft spot. Firo smirked as she tensed, clearly annoyed with him. He was simply stating the truth, nothing more, nothing less. How entertaining it was to see her lose her cool so easily though.

"Oh what are you going to do, come over here and teach me a lesson?" He smirked again. He hadn't missed the fact that she was all talk, hadn't missed the way she stayed as low in the water as she could. He wondered if she was Holdbred, it would explain her almost shy behavior. "Why would I care about some stupid woman's family?" He relaxed into the water, confident that he was safe, at least for the time being. She really was making it too easy.

[twitchie]

Breathe.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.

Calm. Calm...
Stupid boy. He's nothing but a stupid useless dimglow. Why let him bug you? He's--
What idiot would believe that crap? Not Ooma!

She swirled around, grabbing her cloak from the ledge. She tugged it quickly over her head, not caring it hot soaked. It covered her. That's all she cared about.

"Listen here,"

She growled, sending Gretchen into hysterics on the far side of the pool. The dog whined but refused to jump into the water. It was too hot...

Ooma advanced toward Firogel, any smart person would have run at this sight. Her hair was wildly framing her face, covering her shoulders and neck and back. Her eyes flashed and glittered with rage and dislike.

"I'll teach you a lesson!"
She hissed, her face just inches from his.
"First of all, I'm not stupid. I am clearly as skilled as you, if not moreso. I'm a candidate. I earned that, like you. Don't you dare say I am lesser than you. Heck, if it weren't for women you and your sorry butt wouldn't be here!"

She raised her hand to swing at his cheek, glaring with an icy venom.
"And second, don't you dare insult my family. I don't have any kind of parent now you little bugger! And I don't need your smartass comments. You act as if I'm jealous that stubborn teacher isn't my father. I'm not. Besides, any day he could die of thread too. Just because you are a sorry nobody doesn't make it ok to be a selfish, dimwitted jerk. I'm curious who searched you!"

Ooma was disgusted to see she was only acouple inches taller than the boy...

[Zirin]

Firogel didn't know whether to ignore her, or laugh at how pathetically upset she had gotten. My my, how many times could he say how uninterested he was in her life before it sunk in? He watched in amusement as she grabbed her cloak before storming over. It was almost adorable that she remembered to cover herself before going on a rampage. Almost.

"Oh I'm listening. Do teach me Ooma. I'm sure I could learn a lot from your calm, logical wisdom," His voice dripped with sarcasm as she hissed it him, not even flinching as she got close to him. Did she think she was intimidating? Firogel may have only have thirteen Turns to his name, but he had spent much of his life training. He was muscular and experienced when it came to dueling; a weak woman like her wouldn't stand a chance in a straight out fist fight.

"Oh don't get me wrong, I am quite fond of women. I just think they belong on the birthing bed, not a dragon." He brought his hand up to catch her wrist before she could hit him. "I hope you're not jealous. An envious idiot is an insult to my family." His answers were lazy. He was still sore and wanted to just soak, not deal with Ooma being in his face like this. He smirked, "Now tell me woman, if I'm the dimwit how come you're the one leaning over me in nothing but a cloak. One quick movement and I could have you naked." As if to push the point home he tangled his fingers in her cloak and gave a light tug.

[twitchie]

Ooma closed her eyes, jerking her wrist from Firo's clasp.
So he thought her annoying? Surely not nearly as annoying as a childish boy acting superior??
The girl tried to relax, to actually back down. It was so hard! He'd.. he'd gone too far.

"Well dear. Being so exposed gives me a whole new advantage of weaknesses."
If Firogel wanted to go there, Ooma would go there. She yanked her cloak from him.

She could muck him or hit him again.. Like that would teach the dimglow anything! He was nearly stubborn as a herdbeast not doubt smart as one too...

Ooma would love to strangle his twiggy neck, see his face turn blue... Grrrrrrr! Why did he anger her so much?!

"Why don't you be the big amazing man you say you are and make the conversation? If you are so wonderful and holy and mighty, surely you could impress me with thy tongue that hath be best?"

Once again she mocked him, glaring.

[Zirin]

Firogel didn't put up much of a fight as she yanked first her wrist, then her cloak out of his grasp. In fact, he just outright let go when she fought against him. it wasn't like he planned to follow through with his threat if he didn't have to, and it seemed like she was considering backing away. Perhaps he had scared her... What a shame! He rolled his eyes as his hopes were dashed once again as she spoke.

"Now why, praytell, would I make conversation when I clearly have no interest in being friendly with someone like you?" He scoffed, repositioning himself for greater comfort and giving her a look of disdain. She was lucky she was entertaining him, or he might have been ruder. Silly woman, he really couldn't understand why she was trying so hard.

"I'm afraid my tongue skills wouldn't be quite what you're thinking of. But i suppose if I must talk to you to get rid of you... do go on and tell me all about why you insist on talking to me." His voice held a clear note of disinterest int he topic, but he had nothing better to do.

[twitchie]

Ooma smiled.
Look how annoyed Firo was!

"It is quite interesting how... tense you have become. You act like you are relaxing but a bit of chatter from a lady drives you mad. Why don't you entertain me with your reason for that little quirk. I guess you are still at the stage where girls have 'cooties' huh?"

Ooma was actually being friendly. Firo was being extra sensitive and snappy.

"Do your muscles hurt? Are you sore and grumpy?"
Her eyes sparkled with her teasings.

"Laugh alittle."
She added kindly.