Unworthy! {E'yan}

[dragon]

Kindrith dropped his own wings onto the stone around him, enjoying the heat coming down out of the sky. You don't want to be up there when the ones who live there come back. They might thing you were stealing something. Kindrith warned. You'd be safer down here. he said, matter-of-factly, in what was almost an invitation to his own ledge. Which was a momentus thing for Kindrith to offer a brown dragon. So unheard of that E'yan turned and stared openly at his dragon, in utter disbeleif and shock. What had Kindrith just said?!

What wing was he in? That was a strange question. But one that Kindrith could answer easily enough. Mine and I fly in the Blizzard Wing... the one that is currently being headed by Corinth and his, while Salenth and his recover. Or something weird like that.

E'yan laughed at the idea of being drunk enough off a single hit of wine to tumble off a weyrledge. "Alright. Then I'll just have to go tell him, then." He paused a moment as T'kal apparently totally missed the joke about toast. He heaved a sigh. Having to explain a joke just totally ruined the whole point of telling the joke! "Um..." he scratched his head for a moment, before offering the bottle back to T'kal. "It was a pun. Toast. You know? Cooked bread? Often cooked to the point it's black on at least one side? Scrape it all off, so it's edible?" He asked. Surely the lad wasn't that doped up that he couldn't see a pun when it was thrown at him. If he was that messed up from being drugged, he had a lot farther to go than E'yan had initially thought. And all the more needed as many friends as he could get. "You did fine with the toast. I was just pulling your leg." He grinned awkwardly. Next time he'd have to make sure his jokes were a little more obviously joking.

[Avu]

...had he just heard right? Was his mind, maybe, malfunctioning? The brown's stare was frankly incredulous. He paused. Tell me, T'kalmine, am I crazy? Have I ever imagined things before? T'kal's face registered his own surprise at the question. Of course not... Hmm. That's...surprising. Before he could ask what the shells the dragon was going on about, Leweleth had made the slight glide to the proffered weyrledge, crooning gratefully as he bowed his head, carefully tucking his tail around his haunches as he furled his wings against the dark, sleek brown of his body and glancing at Kindrith to make sure he hadn't crowded the blue at all. Thank you, he stated quietly, I'd much prefer not to be attacked by an overpossessive green.

Mm. Blizzard Wing, that was fair enough, but - wait! Wait, wait, wait just one minute. Salenth was - indisposed? Or Salenth's was indisposed? For what reason? The bronze was Leweleth's clutchsire, and though he was, frankly, though he wouldn't admit it to Kindrith, frightened of bronzes, he still didn't want the bronzes of the Weyr too sick, too hurt, to lead a wing. Bronzes were important. Shades of anxiety flashed through the brown's eyes, though by Kindrith's comment, he wasn't fully understanding of the situation either. Leweleth huffed softly, his tailtip flicking in his agitation. He'll be back, I presume, soon? he asked, rather thoughtlessly, dropping his chin to rest on his forepaws and blinking out into the soft warmth of the sun. Surely they'd rearrange the wings if he was - it was - anything permanent or long-term.

Oh. Oh. T'kal was torn between embarrassment and amusement, not at the joke, but at his own complete miss of its meaning. He settled for a wry smile, shaking his head ruefully, the crooked grin growing slightly as he accepted the wineskin and sipped, swishing the liquid around his mouth again, slowly, giving himself some time to think. As he swallowed, he shook his head again, admitting, "I thought you were talking about the wine, not the toast." He was most definitely amused at himself - how could he not pick up on that reference? - and it showed in the twist of his smile. He took another sip of the wine and then offered it back to E'yan before he glanced out onto the weyrledge, one eyebrow rising in shock.

Leweleth and Kindrith were - ? If you're crazy, so am I, Leweleth commented cryptically, clearly amused by his Rider's reaction. He's not terribly bad, he added, almost grudgingly, rumbling softly at T'kal, who tipped his head in the direction of the two dragons, a clearly questioning look on his face. "Does that surprise you as much as it does me, or am I just - ?" Special? Crazy? He didn't finish the sentence, eyeing the brown and blue, golden eyes clearly reflecting his surprise. I'm proud of you, he stammered at Leweleth, and the brown responded with a wave of love for his rider, so strong that T'kal had to smile, a bewildered tightening of his lips, at the brown.

[dragon]

Kindrith lifted his own self slightly, and sidled off to one edge, before flopping down again on the warm stone. Dropping his wings to the stone again, Kindrith allowed his own tail to drape off the edge limply, where it, too, could catch some heat. The warmth from Rukbat was nice and warm, but the heat coming back off the stone was just as nice, if not better. For a moment, Kindrith wondered what in the heck he'd been thinking to not only allow, but invite a wherry-brained bulky brown to his ledge for. But he didn't rescind his invitation. He just kept quiet and ignored the mental poking he was getting from E'yan.

Selenth's is ill, or something like that. He's not doing well. I don't know what happened to him. He's been that way for awhile now. Kindrith admitted. He didn't know the man or the dragon, but he did hope that everything turned out alright. The idea of a dragon being forced between because their rider became too frail, and-or died was a horrible one. It really sent home how fragile the dragon kind were, all because of their riders.

"I was talking about wine and toast. Sorry … bad pun. Um … anyway…" E'yan tried to think of something else to say, to edge away from making T'kal anymore embarrassed than he already was. E'yan liked poking fun and cracking jokes. But making people embarrassed or uncomfortable wasn't part of his game. Especially not someone as insecure as T'kal appeared to be. He accepted the wine bottle back again, and took a swig off it before thinking for a moment.

"That, actually, does surprise me." E'yan admitted, looking over at the two dragons, before grinning happily at T'kal. "But I'm very glad and grateful for it. I'm not going to nit pick too closely. I'm just glad you and Leweleth managed to break him of that issue. From here it should be easier. Thanks!" he offered him the wine back. "This is really a breakthrough … I can't thank you enough!" It really was a big weight off E'yan's chest. Maybe now he didn't have to worry about Kindrith attacking and killing someone or their dragon!

[Avu]

Leweleth's eyes were whirling in soft shades of green, with a tinge of a vibrant blue hue, a color that had never before been prominent in his eyes when Kindrith was mentioned. Salenth and His were supposed to be quite good at Wingleading, weren't they? A pity, truly, that they had fallen ill or were indisposed or hurt or - whatever the case may be. (To Leweleth, Salenth would forever and always be "Aslath's mate," since he had Caught the queen first and he hadn't been there for Ciceroth to Fly her.) Not that he was overly fond of his clutchfather - or really, fond at all - but still, he was his clutchsire and the respect was there. The young brown turned his head slightly to watch Kindrith reposition himself, though he felt a slight guilt. He hadn't meant to make the other dragon move for him...

Ah, ill...Leweleth crooned softly, the sound not quite a keen. If one of Selenitas Weyr's few bronzeriders was unable to support them when Benden Weyr attacked - and yes, Leweleth knew it would; they simply weren't the type to sit back - though admittedly the others could probably defend them, and their dragons were probably lither than the bulky bronzes anyway - not to mention the lack of a previously capable Wingleader - no. Just no. They depended too much on the bronzes of the Weyr to have one die on them. The healers had better work fast and well, the brown thought dryly. That's unfortunate, he commented softly, though he didn't push the topic. Kindrith was older than he and probably didn't need a lecture about how the bronzes supported the Weyr.

T'kal started to correct E'yan - he hadn't thought the bluerider meant the toast, just the wine - with a wry grin that bordered on a grimace at his own ineptitude, but didn't bother to. No need to get tangled in some long, messed up conversation about how exactly they'd misunderstood each other. He glanced back at Leweleth and Kindrith, reaching for the brown's mind with a question. Not much longer, came the answer. Finish up the conversation and then we'll go. I'm hungry, he explained, his voice taking a plaintive upwards lilt.

The brownrider grinned back at E'yan, nodding slightly. Yes, he shared those feelings exactly. Nice, that Kindrith and Leweleth were bordering on friendship and no longer prepared to tear out each other's throats. "It's not a problem." He shrugged, a mildly embarrassed grin curving his lip. "It's just that I'd much rather not loose a friend because of something so minor in a Flight." Honestly, it was a Flight, when emotions were always running high and hot, when logic had melted away and was replaced by only that desperate need. There was no logic in a Flight. He paused, accepting the wine, and took a last swallow before he offered it back to E'yan. "Leth and I'd better take off, though. He's hungry," T'kal added explanatorily. "I'll see you around, then."

As soon as E'yan had taken the wine, the brownrider slid out onto the Weyrledge, bowing politely to Kindrith before he vaulted onto Leweleth's neck, the brown crooning to Kindrith. I won't steal your ledge any longer, he stated in farewell, and took off from the weyrledge, slipping into the cold nothingness of between to the Feeding Grounds to sate the brown's appetite.

[dragon]

Kindrith looked over the edge of the ledge, and watched as the brown leapt off, and then vanished. Huh. Strange young dragon. Very strange. Kindrith turned his head, and looked back in at E'yan, who was trying to make the stopper fit back in the neck of the bottle. Is it just me, or was that a most strange visit? The dragon asked, shifting his weight again.

"It was. But it was a most productive strange visit." E'yan said, triumphantly, as the cork finally slid back down into the bottle's neck. Getting it back out might be a pain, but at least the wine wouldn't get away. He set the bottle down on the desk, and then bent to lace up his boots, first one and then the other.

Productive? How? All the boy did was come in, stammer a bit, and then drink your wine. Kindrith pushed to his feet, then and peered closer into the weyr. And where are you going?

E'yan chuckled a bit, straightening his shirt. "It was productive, Kin. Just accept that. You don't have to understand. As for me ... I am going out. Get something to eat, the works. Maybe do a little celebrating." He grinned at the blue. "You don't have to come ... you probably would upset the folks an awful lot if you tried to fit in the hall."

Kindrith grumbled a bit, and flopped down on the stone ledge again. Don't you dare get drunk. Not even tipsy. I won't fetch you back. The old blue grouched, dropping his head to his forelegs. What his silly rider thought there was to celebrate, the blue had no idea. And he probably wouldn't understand it well if E'yan tried to explain it. Humans were just so ... weird.

E'yan chuckled to himself, and then headed out of the weyr, humming a happy tune. Yes. Life was good, now. At least ... a lot better than it had been in a very long time. There was now a light at the end of the tunnel, hope for things to look up, and get better. Coming to Selenitas had been a good idea, yes. A very good idea. A place for a fresh start, and that fresh start seemed to be actually coming to happen!

Indeed, time to celebrate!