Skipping Stones (Ka'aen)

[Rowana]

Splash! Another rock plunged to its doom in the ripples of the small pool. T'ke scowled darkly and bent to pick up a new stone. He flung this one with so much force that it sent drops flying back in his direction. Cursing his frustration, he kicked the remaining stones, trying to find another one. Why are you mad? Garaeth asked brightly. The blue leaned over his rider to examine the disturbed pool thoughtfully. I thought you wanted to hit the water.

"I'm trying to skip stones," T'ke explained with a sigh. He hadn't done this in years, but it was all he could think of right then to calm himself down. If he couldn't do it right, though, it was hardly helping. With the change of command and the change of wings, T'ke was reminded just how alone he really was. Kalierre was still here, and he'd actually managed to talk to Erilena at last, but with all the work he did to keep up on Alpha Wing, he hardly had time to visit them.

Oh, Gareath watched thoughtfully as another stone failed to skip. Well, I am sure you will before the day is out! T'ke rolled his eyes. "Good to know I only have another few hours of time left," he agreed sarcastically. He started to throw again, but Shard curled around his leg. No sad, T'ke-love! she begged. Shard here too! T'ke sighed and leaned down to pat her. "I know, I'm sorry."

Selecting a particularly large stone, T'ke stood and threw so hard that it went flying across the pool to the other side. Eyes wide with horror, he realized someone else was coming and they were right in the way. "Look out!" he shouted, waving his arms frantically. Distracted, he stepped forward, tripped, and plunged face first into the shallows.

[Avu]

Hibiscus thrills with delicate beauty; the iris whispers quiet inspiration…peonies speak of healing. Zinnia promises friends and thoughts of, while the white rose solemnly states purity and innocence. Yellow chrysanthemums claim a secret admirer, azaleas dressed in lovely colors offer abundance. But not all of the lovely petals speak sweet nothings. Ask a striped carnation and refusal worms dark and depressive into the mind, casts shadow over bright whites… The silky tones turned darker appropriately at the end, a throaty murmur whispering through the bluerider’s mind, Lavender hints of distrust and disloyalty, such a small touch to invoke such misgivings, delicate beauty.

Ka’aen blinked, bemused. “What says ‘Cheer up’?” he asked, scanning the flowers around his feet in mild bewilderment. “I mean, Faranth. If I’d known picking a flower was going to be this much work…I guess, what’d you say meant healing, posies?”

Peonies, Ka’Mine.

“Right, those,” the bluerider agreed, “I guess those would work. How do you even know these, anyway? It’s like—I don’t know. It’s creepy. I don’t know these. I mean, you could be totally lying and I wouldn’t have the first idea. And by the way, I totally don’t approve of using me to make some random green you met the last sevenday happy. I don’t.”

Rhiiseth opted to ignore his disapproval, the blue’s tongue flicking out in dry amusement. Peonies for healing, yellow carnations for good cheer, freesia is spirit; a daisy granted innocence. Hydrangea’s perseverance is of legends, poppies for consolation, stephanotis wishes the best of luck to the receiver… His eyes narrowed teasingly, green pooling into the clear blues, purring, A yellow tulip says hopelessly in love… His tail curled around his haunches, the dragon’s foreclaw lifting to poke curiously at a waving flower underfoot. He impaled it upon one claw, lifted it to his muzzle, and blew it off in a puff of breath.

Ka’aen squinted at him. “Right, so what’s a carnation look like? Oh, look, a daisy. I recognize those.” He moved towards the river to lean down towards the flower in question, frowning, “You’re sure it’s good luck and not something like ‘I love you a lot’, right?” He received the mental equivalent of an eye roll and rolled his eyes back defiantly at Rhiiseth, leaning down to pluck the flower at its base and examining it critically, “For something that says so much it’s very small, isn’t it.”

Romance, thy name is Ka’Mine, Rhiiseth crooned condescendingly.

“Because it’s not like you made me do this or anything. Faranth forbid you mention that,” Ka’aen replied dryly, “Carnation. Is that—holy!” The bluerider ducked, hand and daisy coming up defensively on instinct at the rock that whizzed past his head, eyes widening as he shot a glance in the direction of shout and stone. Then he bit his lip hard to keep from laughing, catching the tail end of some boy falling headfirst into the river, evidently overly enthused about making sure he didn’t hit anybody with the rock. Ka’aen dropped his hand to his hip, fingers curled around the daisy still, and peered at T’ke.

“Hey, kid?” called with his other hand cupped over his mouth, “Kid—are you okay?”

Angel of grace, wings have failed ye, Rhiiseth murmured, voice dust dry across T’ke’s mind and Garaeth’s; he didn’t believe in shielding. Such a fall from the heavens, brushing limestone, crippled and chained to the Earth. Mouth gaped, a hideous mimicry of a smile, eyes narrowing in amusement, What /fury/…the injustice, the despair and desolation of one forgotten. How fares thee?

[Rowana]

Garaeth watched the rock sail just past the man's head. Good news! the blue chuckled. He leaned over to nudge T'ke's back with his nose. You missed him. T'ke pushed himself up on his hands and knees. Oh good, he shot back darkly. I'm so glad someone is having a good day. He was now wet and covered in mud. At least Shard had had the sense to leap clear. She stared as Ka'aen started to come over, her eyes growing large. B-b-boys! she shrieked, diving into the rushes. N-not look-k Sh-Shard-d!

T'ke glanced up, scowling. He didn't recognize his almost target, so he must be one of the newcomers. That was even worse. Now even Wasteland would know he was a clumsy oaf. And did he really look like a kid? He was almost twenty now. "I'm fine," he grumbled, pushing himself all the way to his feet. T'ke was eying the new blue dragon with surprise. He'd rarely heard other dragons talk, much less like that. "Does he always talk like that?" he blurted out, then turned red. Sharding curiosity always gets the better of me.

Garaeth's eyes sparkled at the new comers. He always knew good things would happen. See? T'ke was finding new friends even if he had fallen in the water. The younger blue nodded at Rhiisith giving a dragon smile of his own. You are so kind! he crooned gratefully. And such fine words too. I am Garaeth and the wet human is my rider, T'ke. He is forever forgetting his manners and behaving gloomy, but he is a good rider. Whatever T'ke said about himself, Garaeth never doubted him. He'd picked him, after all. I am sorry about the rock. I hope Yours is not mad?

[Avu]

He stopped at the edge of the water, head tipped to one side, peering at the man-child dripping in mud and water. Ignored the thin mind-voice—Ka’aen had already decided that Salamandyrs were not worth devoting attention to, that ignoring them was the best option. The daisy’s stem twisted around Ka’aen’s fingers, the man’s other hand coming up to rub absently at the rough line of his jaw at the kid’s grumbling, amusement twitching at the corners of his mouth. “Yeah, always,” he replied to the kid’s question, before he nodded his head at the kid’s watery predicament. “At least it’s warm out,” he pointed out, casually, “And you’ve got a pretty good arm.”

Fear not the quick-tempered flame, the purr came low in the blue’s throat, Rhiiseth tipping his head to one side, an unconscious mimicry of his Rider, Ka’Mine feels no fury. Peace, brother. His tongue darted out, as to taste the air, snake-like, I am Rhiiseth. Listen, for the skies and the stars whisper my name in their sleep. The playful sing-song lilt to his voice was emphasized by a flip of his tail. I am midnight, I spin golden tales and weave words into cloth. And Ka’Mine…my wish is his command. It was an exaggeration to the highest degree; Rhiiseth had never considered Ka’aen anything short of an equal—but that didn’t mean he had to say so.

The blue let T’ke’s name fall into Ka’aen’s mind, helpfully, before his attention turned to the mud-drenched Rider in question, amusement blue-green in serene eyes. Angel of grace, as soft as a whisper, blood-dark stains thy wings, the brightest tarnish. Cleanse yourself and rise from the Earth. Invisible wings are not wings to be spoken lightly of, and shine bright as the sun when revealed. His eyes half-closed, head dipping abruptly so he blow out breath across the water, sending ripples towards T’ke. Rhiiseth’s wings settled along his sides, the blue adding in a playful purr, Or are you Angel of Blood-Dirt?

“T’ke, right? Rhiiseth said, anyway.” Ka’aen twirled the daisy between his fingers again, flashed an amiable smile. “I’m Ka’aen. D’you want me to go get a towel or something…? I bet I could find one, someone’s gotta be around here, right?” He unconsciously accompanied words with action, turning his head to scan the landscape for human figures. “Or not, I guess. Huh. That’s kind of inconvenient.” A mild frown, before the bluerider stooped to pluck another daisy from the ground, adding it to the handful.

What—he’d seen the damned daisy, and it wasn’t like Rhiiseth would just forget about the flowers he’d wanted, so he might as well, right?

[Rowana]

Small waves sloshed around T'ke from Rhiiseth's movements. T'ke pushed himself to his feet. What is he doing? he asked with a sigh. He was having a hard time understanding the strange blue. He wasn't even sure if he'd been insulted or complimented just now, or a bit of both. He means T'ke-mine needs a bath, Garaeth said with a bubble of laughter. He tugged at T'ke's shirt to get him to stand up straighter. You would smell better! I do NOT smell, T'ke retorted, but Garaeth only laughed.

"Thanks, I think," T'ke mumbled, turning back to Ka'aen. His arm might be a bit better if he actually hit what he was aiming at. The talking blue was still a bit unnerving. How could the man get used to that? He must have more patience than anyone T'ke knew. "I'm fine," he added grumpily, crossing his arms in a stubborn fashion. A move that was completely ruined by the river weeds hanging from his elbows. "It used to be busier out here," he went on, waving his hand vaguely. "You know...before."

T'ke's tone was straight forward and blunt, without any hint of anger. If he blamed the new comers for what happened, he didn't care to show them that. What good would it do? He was in enough trouble accidentally throwing rocks at them. No one ever said he had to be happy about it either. Ka'ean's next move caught him completely by surprise, though. "You...like flowers?" he asked doubtfully. Then his eyes went wide with a spark of fear. What if that was a bad topic?! "I mean, um," he added quickly. "That's nice, yeah."

Peace is best, Garaeth agreed with a purr. It was so good that the other rider wasn't mad. If he had been, T'ke might have gotten more wet! Such titles, it is an honor Rhiiseth! And so kind to think of T'ke-Mine. Perhaps you have words to cheer him up? I think he is sad his rocks do not skip. Oh, Garaeth knew T'ke's problems ran far deeper, but it was a good start. Small steps, were what this dragon believed in. Being bonded to one like T'ke was often uphill work, but how else to keep life fun and happy?

[Avu]

“Oh. Of course.” Ka’aen’s tone dropped into blandness; before. Right. It kind of stunned him, a little, how much people seemed to hate them. Him? Nobody outright said it, but Rhiiseth’s influence made the little things stand out. Hard to ignore the way faces blanked at the sight of him, of Rhiiseth, the way eyes shuttered, emptied, the twitch of fingers. Wanted to point out, every story has two sides, but it always stuck in his throat, and he’d always just pressed his lips together and moved on. They would adjust, adapt. People did, dragons did. But still—avoiding the river, just because, what, they thought they were being watched all the time? (They were, some of the time, but not all the time.) “Right.”

Eyebrows arched curiously at the boy’s question. Well. That was one way of diverting attention from his current state of dripping mud and muck into the river, he supposed. Ka’aen was happy to indulge him that small thing. Let him scramble for his dignity. “Flowers are great. You know. Life, and all that.” A smile that border-lined a smirk, Ka’aen’s head tilting to one side as he shrugged. “They’re for Rhii. Well, not for Rhiiseth, but for some greenrider from him, you know. He likes her dragon, so. That’s Rhii being nice.” One shoulder lifted in another casual shrug, “He’s insisting on flowers that mean ‘cheer up’ and ‘healing’ or whatever, apparently daisies mean…?”

The daisy petals bloom innocence, Rhiiseth provided, catching the question mark on the end of Ka’aen’s words. His attention lingered in brief amusement on T’ke before the blue dipped his head back towards Garaeth again. Such bitterness, mused on a high croon, Yours possesses the knowledge that stone, heavy as a thought or a heart, sinks in the grasp of liquid, I assume. Green spilled into the dragon’s eyes, swirling into rich turquoise. The pink rose for friendship; aster for contentment, baby’s breath is festivity and the yellow carnation’s cheer spreads far. Perhaps Yours would do well to join Ka’Mine.

Why yes, Rhiiseth had just proposed T’ke help Ka’aen pick flowers. The blue purred in quiet amusement at the thought of the mud monster picking flowers, Surely the angel of grace should find appeal in the breath of life…. His voice rumbled in a dark, rich purr through the bluerider’s mind, eyes brightening, the touch of mind to mind undeniably playful.

“God, you are so emasculating,” Ka’aen commented to Rhiiseth, a smile curling the corners of his lips upwards, a lazy amusement. “But, I mean. I guess the guys that give flowers to their girlfriends have got to get them somewhere, right?” He shrugged at T’ke, rolling his eyes in mock helplessness. “You’ll dry out soon enough if you hop out of the water. And if you need a distraction…I mean, I’m here, is all. So.” A flash of a grin. “You’re welcome to join me in my flower-picking. It’s kind of nice. Although it does kind of make you feel like a girl.”

[Rowana]

T'ke stared blankly. He wasn't sure how to answer this man. Liking flowers was one thing, but he'd never known they were so complicated before. No wonder girls were hard to figure out, if just picking flowers was an exercise in symbolism. And why did the dragon know more about it? These two were just too weird. Then, T'ke supposed he couldn't talk. Garaeth would be all over this flower thing in few seconds. "I see..." T'ke scratched his head, before glaring at his muddy hand. He washed briefly in the river before trudging back up to dry land. Not that it helped much, he was still soaked.

Maybe you should pick flowers for Feyrianth's! Garaeth suggested hopefully. I don't see why, T'ke said uncertainly. We're just friends. Truthfully, he liked the idea, but it was so hard to guess how she would take it. Come on, T'ke-Mine. You must not be shy, Gareath crooned sneakily. T'ke blushed. "I am not shy!" he blurted out. Then he turned redder as he realized he'd said that part out loud. "I mean...um...shard it..." He knelt and plucked a daisy. Anything to keep from embarrassing himself more. Besides, he was pretty sure all the men he knew already thought he was girly, curse them.

Garaeth chuckled easily. T'ke mine knows. He is very smart, but thinks so many sad thoughts. He says if the rock hits the water right, it will bounce. Do you think it will? Gareath was sure it was true. T'ke had said it, and wouldn't it be fun if it worked! If not, well, that was fine too. Always room for more rocks on the river bottom. Which green does Rhiiseth like? he asked shrewdly. Maybe if he knew the dragon in question, he could put in a good word. All in the name of friendship, of course.

[Avu]

Ka’aen let a small, bemused smile cross his face as T’ke climbed up the bank to join him, taking in the other male’s dripping form with no little amusement. He hadn’t seen him fall, but given that the splash had been more or less right after the call, he’d flatter himself thinking T’ke had taken the tumble in order to warn him of being pegged full in the face by a pebble. It could be worse—could be in a Northern lake, and what a way to go, frozen to death sparing a stranger a black eye and a bruised dignity. Ka’aen chose not to mention that outright, though; strangers didn’t take kindly to being laughed at, he figured. Or at least, he figured it was safer to assume so; he personally wouldn’t mind terribly.

He blinked at T’ke’s outburst, and offered an indulgent, “Of course you’re not”, the condescending kind of reassurance children often required. Not that he really considered T’ke a child—nobody who’d Impressed was, anymore; you forfeited childhood the minute you wore Candidates’ knots. “Innocence,” he added in amusement, inclining his head towards the daisy in T’ke’s hand, “Nice.” Leaned down to snap off a large stargazer lily, glancing at Rhiiseth for approval and earning a quiet dip of the blue’s head. Just the one, though; kind of a signature. (Remember the night-blue, remember the way the stars spell his name—stargazer.)

“Familiar with the Healers?” he asked T’ke, absently, leaning down to poke at the ground for more flowers; most of the time Ka’aen was content with a comfortable silence, but he figured if he was going to be presenting someone with flowers he’d best know a little more about them. Besides, Rhiiseth was interested enough in Feyrianth that Ka’aen would likely find himself chatting to the green’s Rider in due time.

Greater magic has left scars and trails through the sky, was the blue’s only response to Garaeth’s question; a quiet murmur that was Rhiiseth’s way of admitting he did not know. Ka’aen had never been inclined to attempt to bounce rocks off of the surface of any body of water. The next question earned a tilt of the blue’s dark head, near-black muzzle curling back in a canine-flashing snarl of a smile, She who gives the dawn its golden hue; she who outshines the sun and dances as one with the wind. He stretched his own wings, the tips flicking flat back against his spine, added with a secret amusement, Sun-maker, painter of the skies, eclipse.

“A straight answer, in other words; Feyrianth,” Ka’aen commented, tilting his head curiously at Rhiiseth. “Eclipse; that wasn’t in the list last time.”

The blue purred quiet amusement; his words were now directed at Garaeth, though, as was typical, the mental voice included everyone in the vicinity. Rhiiseth didn’t believe in privacy; had no need of it. There was no shame in finding a green appealing company. Feyrianth. Dream-weaver. Know you of she, then? Conductor of the sky-symphony is surely well known…well /loved/, a sly purring note in his voice. The green was not young enough to not have Risen before; if this blue was Selenitas, was it impossible for him to have not noticed her Flights?

[Rowana]

Well this was turning into a great day, T'ke glowered at himself. It was hard to claim to not be a kid when he kept acting like one. Ka'aen probably thought he was an idiot now, if he didn't already. He hadn't left yet though, which T'ke wasn't entirely sure was a good thing. Sighing, T'ke glanced at the daisy in his hand. "Innocent," he muttered. "Hardly that anymore." He was mostly talking to himself. He'd been through far too much to thing about such naive concepts. He had to admit the flowers were nice, though. Maybe he would get some for Erilena after all.

Ka'aen's question made T'ke look up sharply. His eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Maybe," he admitted slowly. Most of his friends right now were healers, and he wasn't sure how he felt about this man getting close to them. Not that he could stop him. Garaeth was chuckling at Rhiiseth's flowery names for his love. At least until the actually name came out. Then, both rider and dragon stared at the other pair.

"Shells no!" T'ke burst out. His eyes actually had a spark of anger to them, mixed with the shock and nerves. "You stay away from Erilena or I...I'll..." He'd do what? Really, he was being stupid. Erilena could make her own decisions better than he could. T'ke turned away, even as his face turned red again. They were only friends, really, so what would did it matter? He just didn't trust this man not to hurt her, even if he started out being nice. "Shard it." T'ke kicked at a rock, sulkily. He really just couldn't win, and he knew it.

Garaeth, on the other hand, wasn't the least bit upset by Rhiiseth's declaration. Oh Feyrianth, he crooned longingly. His eyes took on a dreamy quality. She is like queen when she flies, so beautiful and graceful. Others pale in her presence. Her heart is so kind and wondrous. If only our love would last forever, Garaeth sighed wistfully. It didn't surprise him that Rhiiseth liked her two, everyone should in his opinion. He wasn't silly enough to think she would always choose him either. That she had the first time was an honor that melted his heart.

[Avu]

Ka’aen blinked at T’ke, utterly taken aback by the boy’s vehement response to the green’s name. Had he said he liked Erilena? He didn’t think so, since he was still kind of neutral on most Selenitas Riders, period. But…still. How…disturbing. As if Erilena needed protecting, really? From herself, maybe, given the odd mixture that naiveté and experience made, but not from—not from him. “Uh, kid…” He tilted his head, eyebrows flicking towards his hairline. “You do realize that when I say ‘Rhiiseth likes Feyrianth’ that is actually not code for ‘I am madly in love with a Healer I’ve met all of once’, right? Is that how Southerners translate it?”

The words might have been construed to be actually offensive, except that Ka’aen was genuinely curious—and utterly perplexed. At the least, it would be friendship between their dragons, neutrality between the Riders, or if Rhiiseth bored of Feyrianth, nothing at all. At the most, it would be a Flight (and while he never doubted Rhiiseth, the blue had his lazy streaks and had occasionally watched greens go up right in front of him that he had purportedly been ‘interested’ in before without so much as a blink), and a Flight never meant anything but a brief roll in the furs, so what of it? “If I can ask, are you Hold-bred? Because, I mean. I didn’t even say Rhiiseth meant to Chase Feyrianth. He might not. And even if he did, I mean…at risk of sounding completely stupid, so wh—”

He broke off abruptly, glancing at Garaeth and feeling Rhiiseth’s mind murmur in dark amusement against his, “Oh. Oh. You like her?” Well. That would explain a lot. Never mind that T’ke hadn’t even acknowledged the truth of the guess yet—it made sense, didn’t it? Going flower-picking with him, being so hotly against the idea of any other dragon even being fond of Feyrianth…so cute. How old was this guy, anyway?

If only, Rhiiseth echoed Garaeth in a sympathetic murmur, dipping his head. The golden queens hold no comparison, for the sky song outshines their flight, and yet…the sun-maker is one with the sky song, is she not; do you not hear the sun singing her praises in the morning, the rebirth of the world comes with a new idol. Why, yes, he was attempting to encourage Garaeth’s interest in Feyrianth. He wanted to hear what this other blue thought about her, exactly—had he Caught her at some point, then? Or had they merely been close friends, before…something?

T’keYours, a glance slipped sideways beneath half-lidded eyes to the Rider in question, Does he fear for Feyrianth’s? Ka’Mine is not of dark and danger; I am the night-weaver, he merely one of the many stars…T’keYours need not worry. A thread of amusement slipped into Rhiiseth’s tones; he dipped his head quietly. But Ka’Mine understands; a well-painted night has no difference but is one, a nebula, untouchable—just as the day is lit by a sun at all angles.

[Rowana]

T'ke scowled at himself. He really did look the fool now. Why couldn't he keep his emotions in check? Some rider he was, letting himself go on like a stupid brat. He half listened to Ka'aen's responses, feeling quite the idiot. At least the other man wasn't laughing at him. Then stupid Garaeth had to spill the beans. T'ke looked up sharply, turning scarlet. "I..I...I do not!" Erilena was a friend; just a friend. He'd know if he liked her that way, wouldn't he? Never mind Garaeth and his prodding. "I don't see what being Hold-bred has to do with it," he added darkly, in a vain hope to change the subject. Lots of riders were Hold bred, so what did he even mean by that?

I have seen few who compare, Garaeth agreed longingly. He playfully ignored T'ke's plight. Talking to other people was good for him! She Rises like a star in the heavens and dances around the moon as a cloud. Well, maybe it wasn't as good as Rhiiseth's, but he was enjoying this kind of talk where Feyrianth was concerned. T'ke-mine is a silly one, Garaeth shook his head with a laugh. He understands so little of other humans. He is also lonely and Feyrianth's is kind to him. That was probably why he felt a little protective. T'ke had lost too many friends of late.

[Avu]

“The gentleman doth protest too much,” Ka’aen murmured, dropping his eyes back to the ground to scan it for flowers again. He stooped, touching the petals of another daisy thoughtfully, but left it growing; there were other flowers around than daisies, after all, and some variety aside from the stargazer would probably be appreciated—by Rhiiseth, if not by Erilena. Ka’aen wasn’t even sure how Erilena would take the flowers anyway; if she even would. Although he wasn’t likely to give them to her with a ‘love from Ka’aen’ message or anything, if that would draw the same assumptions as T’ke had. Awkward. He grinned faintly despite himself, tilting his head back up to T’ke. “It’s okay to have a crush, you know…”

Although this was exactly none of his business.

That was okay. Being nosy was practically Rhiiseth’s specialty; surely Ka’aen could be a little nosy too and get away with it, even if he wasn’t quite as poetic as the blue. He shrugged. “Hold-bred doesn’t, really, it’s just I was thinking—with Rhii, the most that’d ever happen would be his Catching Feyrianth, and generally Hold-bred don’t take Flights as casually as Weyr-bred. That’s all.” He knelt, combed his fingers through the grass to tug on a buttercup, twirling it around by the stem between his forefinger and thumb. “Are you, or do you?” The last question, he knew, only vaguely made sense—linking the previous assumption that T’ke had a crush on Erilena with the Hold-bred guess, and he didn’t expect T’ke to get it immediately. It was okay to be confused. It was fun to be confusing.

Oh, but Garaeth had never seen Feyrianth clearly then, to compare her to the night. But Rhiiseth would allow him his own flights of fancy, though the green was so blatantly the day (the summer and spring; green fields and the laziest of days) that it felt strange in his own mind to hear her as the night. Kindness will not do it justice; it is but loneliness they fear, purred in quiet confidence, a conspiratorial whisper, to Garaeth, the other blue’s eyes half-lidded as he licked his muzzle, a snake-like flick of tongue. Sociality hovers and whispers in shadows for some, but will ever emerge for those of true humanity. A dip of his head, almost a nod.

The blue tipped his head, adding absently to Ka’aen, Flowers. An order, if there ever was one; Rhiiseth was determined to get his way, and if all it took was the command, then that was just fine with him. The blue peered curiously at T’ke as well, a low rumble mumbling from his throat. Such an odd human with such emotional reactions. He wished Ka’aen was like that more often; it would make toying with him ever so much more productive. He supposed KaHis was just too lazy to bother, though, with the little temper tantrums. Anger justifies his loneliness? murmured questioningly, directly to T’ke.