He'd gone back into the lake for one last dip to get as much of the oil off his own skin as possible, so his loose trousers and shirt were wet and clinging to him, and in Folith's shade he was managing to feel pleasantly cool for a summer day, and just wanted to spend the rest of the afternoon lightly dozing until the two of them were dry. Apparently, it was bath day for more dragons than just Folith, though, and his bronze lifted his head suddenly, disturbing the shade, and looking at the group of weyrlings heading down to the lake.
They weren't the largest weyrling class he'd ever seen, though they came close, but they might have been the oddest. Aside from the multiple, and in some cases quite severe injuries (hadn't two of the weyrlings already been injured BEFORE coming to the Hatching?) there were two pairs of twins, two sport colored dragons, another chimera, and apparently a male green and a female brown. Vin'del knew that there was some curiosity about those two, whether the brown would ever actually rise, or the green chase, but of course it was largely academic. Even if that brown rose, she would surely have been given firestone first, so they were unlikely to see a clutching brown, and the green was probably too small to catch a clutcher. Still, when Folith told him that the weyrlings were coming down, Vin'del sat up to look as well.
The green and brown looked fairly normal of course, not as eye catching as the chimera and the two sports. Still, he peered at the three browns and three greens, trying to see if he could see the difference now. Vin'del couldn't feel the difference between dragons the way some people could, and he couldn't really see a difference in the body shapes, or anything about their behavior. Of course, greens only acted dramatically different from blues when they were getting ready to rise, so he doubted he would notice anything.
Folith certainly noticed, though, and was giving confused looks at both of them. Vin'del knew he had mentioned the two weyrlings to his dragon, but there was a reason dragons weren't known for the memories. Still, he was quite curious about this entire group, and he knew he was likely to end up with several of them in his wing. He might as well start getting to know them, and the easiest way would be offering to help.
One of the greens, Folith insisted, predictably, and Vin'del really should figure out which of the greens was male, and help that weyrling, just to annoy his dragon. But he went back to the lake without a specific dragonet or weyrling in mind. Apparently he was not going to dry off anytime soon, so he walked up to the closest weyrling. Folith should be happy, at least it was one of the greens.
Not that he knew her name, she was the greenling that had come to the Hatching Grounds leaning on a friend, though. "Hello," he said easily. "Folith suggests that you could still use a bit of help today?"