Present for you <3 (Tags T’rid and company)

[Rei]

Ebolath huffed as she climbed the stairs to Corinth’s weyr. Many, many stairs where not something she had bargained for. This was worse than the walks and jogs hers made her do. Especially when she was carrying such a heavy rock in her jaws. It had taken weeks of routing in the riverbed but FINALLY she had come up with the best shiny of them all. Even hers had to admit it was a very, very nice shiny. Raylin had even tried to persuade her to give it to someone else as she was sure T'rid wouldn't appreciate it, but the little green was steadfast in her decision.

It was now or never. Hers had told her not to go looking for Corinth’s. Ebolath would bother him and make him mad, she had said. The green had countered that no one was upset when getting a present but hers had said not to go. Well that didn’t mean Ebolath couldn’t go. So when hers was occupied with washing her laundry Ebolath had snuck off with the shiny and swam to the weyrs. Now she was halfway there but she could hear her bonded’s questioning voice in her mind.

Ebolath where are you? The green dragon paused and thought before deciding it really didn’t matter now anyway. I am almost to Corinth’s. I am going to give him his present. She could feel her bonded’s almost amused reaction and wondered about it until she heard steps on the staircase behind her. “I thought you might try something like this. Ebolath we are going home.” The little green turned her head to see hers coming up the stairs after her!

Ebolath gave a squawk and began to clamber up the stairs as fast as she could, which was quite quick, much to Raylin’s surprise. The little hatchling rounded the corner, thundered down the hallway, and slammed headfirst into T’rid’s door. Corinth it is Ebolath please get yours to open the door! Hurry Mine is coming! Raylin gave an exasperated sigh as she walked down the hallway.

“Ebolath!” She hissed knowing full well that they couldn’t just turn around without explaining now. Why oh why did the little dragon insist on trying to cheer up T’rid? Because no one should be unhappy Raymine. Came her dragon’s unwaveringly determined reply. Shard it.

[Avu]

"I've told you this before, Stupid, you can't go between like Mir can, okay - ? You'll get yourself killed! Consider yourself lucky that I managed to catch you this time..." The bronzerider was mid-rant as Stupid stared at him from the palm of one hand, purring ocassionally, for T'rid was in the middle of oiling the little 'mandyr, whose eyes were flushed with contentment. So what if he'd nearly died trying to go between like the silly little blue winged one did, and the big bronze one could? He was getting oiled! The brown crooned cheerily, completely unabashed by his Bonded's irritation. Poof gone no? he demanded happily, and T'rid blinked, confused. "What? - oh, never mind. I don't care, Stupid. Just don't, okay? You've been between before; Corinth and I've taken you - isn't that good enough? Even if you do manage to get between, I doubt you'll get back o - "

Crash!

Stupid squawked his dismayed alarm and took a flying leap off of T'rid's hand, tiny pseudo wings flaring as he misaimed and ended up tumbling beautifully across the bronzerider's bed, disturbing Mir, who sprang to wing with an alarmed hiss and crooned anxiously before he landed on the bedpost, shifting and glaring venomously at Stupid as T'rid stared blankly at the door, oiling and lecturing interrupted. "What the - ?" he hissed, glancing at Corinth, who had been asleep. The bronze's head was up now, his eyes gleaming in amusement. "That wasn't Shmee, was it?" he demanded, groaning at the mere thought. No. I doubt Aslath's would crash into the door like that. I'd suggest you it, by the way. It is Ebolath, and she says that Hers is coming. The response to the statement was another blank stare. "Who?" And you say I have no memory - ? Never mind. Ebolath's, and the bronze accompanied the name with an image.

"Oh. That's right..." T'rid blinked, frowning vaguely as he crossed his weyr, absently calming Mir down as Stupid, his surprise overcome by curiosity, leapt back to the bronzerider's arm and frilled at the closed door, tiny claws digging into his sleeve and ending up as pinpricks against his skin. Opening the door, he simply stared at first Ebolath, and then Raylin. As his gaze fell upon the Greenweyrling, one eyebrow arced into a question, and he opened his mouth to speak. The words were replaced by a hiss, though, and his gaze fell upon his own forearm as claws dug in, Stupid launching himself off of his mindmate and to Raylin, latching himself tightly to her shirt and scaling her quickly, peering at Ebolath once he reached her shoulder and trilling. The brown never registered Raylin as a person; she was simply his perch.

Pretty! he stated with a coo to the green dragon. Pretty, pretty beautiful, very. And then, just realizing that the thing on which he stood was, indeed, alive and breathing, he added belatedly, Is Yours? Is Mine, with a jab of his tail towards T'rid, who scowled at the brown Salamandyr. Do not kill him, T'ridmine, Corinth warned him, the bronze dragon twisting his neck to watch, looking interested, from the weyrledge. I think I should, the bronzerider replied sarcastically. Aloud, he said, "Stupid, don't, get off..." just as Corinth spoke simultaneously to Ebolath, I would not pay mind to the little brown; he is very odd. The "little brown" who was "very odd" was currently in no way paying any attention to Corinth or T'ridHis, his entire focus on Ebolath. Pretty beautiful, very, he reiterated, nodding his head firmly.

"Ah..." T'rid eyed the 'mandyr for another moment before he glanced at Raylin again, wondering if the green Weyrlingrider would protest. "Sorry, can I help you?" The words were uttered in a tone more weary than condescending as was his wont. Say hello, Corinth advised, sounding amused. "And Corinth says hello," he added, his brow inching towards his hairline. People did not visit his weyr for pleasure purposes. Maybe if they had a problem or a complaint, then they came, but they did not come to just drop by and say hello, which made it very odd in itself that a Weyrlingrider would come, as complaints from them would more likely than not go to the Weyrlingmaster and not the Weyrleader. Nonetheless, Raylin being one of the few people he didn't despise the company of - given the choice between her company and nobody's, he would choose the latter without a second thought, but he'd prefer Raylin to say, Shmee - the bronzerider refrained from simply shooing her away.

[Rei]

Raylin managed to make herself semi presentable before T’rid opened the door, although stray hairs still flew every which way from her braid. As the door opened the weyrling readied herself to explain. The opportunity for explanation never arose however, as Stupid launched himself at her. She frowned as the brown mander made his way to her shoulder. At least she could take comfort with the fact that when Stupid used her as a perch he wasn’t trying to eat her face. Yes, she much preferred Stupid to Freckle. As Raylin turned to look at the little mandyr, she smiled and shook her head. It was obvious that he was interested primarily in Ebolath.

“I guess you weren’t kidding about the green dragon thing.” Raylin said to T’rid as Ebolath crooned a greeting, around the rock in her mouth, to Corinth. That being finished the little green fixed her eyes on Stupid. Hello Stupid. I am Ebolath. You are quite handsome yourself. Yes that is Raymine. I did not know that Corinth’s was yours as well. You may come with me if you like. The green dragon said sweetly as she left the doorway to enter the weyr proper.

The little green turned to T’rid and nuzzled his leg in way of greeting before leaving hers at the doorway and trotting across the weyr to the ledge and the bronze. The little Stupid is odd? I do not find him odd. He called me pretty. He is very polite. She spoke to Corinth and included the whole room as well, eliciting a groan from Raylin.

The weyrling turned to the bronze rider. “I am so sorry about her. She has to be nice to everything. I will try and keep her from enabling Stupid. Not sure how much good it will do. The little beast has quite the stubborn streak when she wants something.” Raylin gave her green a glare before she realized that she had not properly answered T’rid's question.

“Oh I hope we are not bothering you, but Ebolath is insistent on giving you a gift and I can’t talk any sense into her.” The weyrling paused a horrified look spreading across her features. “Ok that came out wrong I don’t mean to insinuate that you don’t deserve gifts I just didn’t want her to bother you with her silliness.” The girl finished shifting nervously in the doorway. Yeah this was going worse than she thought. Why couldn't she speak like a normal person? Relax Raymine he is not going to eat you. I wouldn't let him. Ebolath stated confidently as she pranced onto the ledge. Raylin rolled her eyes. I know he isn't going to eat me. That's not the problem dear. I don't want to sound like a bathering idiot in front of one of the most powerful people in the weyr.

As the exchange between the Weyrleader and weyrling was happening Ebolath rubbed against Corinth’s leg, much like a feline, before dropping the rock in her mouth and nosing the stone over to the bronze. The stone was rough and dirty on one side but as Ebolath flipped it over the other side proved to be spectacular. The smooth side had been worn away by the constant water movement to revel a hollow center filled with purple crystals of varying shades. I found this shiny for yours. Ebolath said happily. It took me suns of digging in the riverbed. Raymine calls it a geod, or reode or something like that. Do you think yours will like it? She queried looking up at her bronze sire, gaze hopeful.

[Avu]

Kidding about the green dragon thing? She honestly thought he'd joke about something like that? T'rid wrinkled his nose slightly as his gaze fell upon the brown 'mandyr. No, no. Of course he wouldn't. The thing had caused him quite a few embarrassments already, and he did not like to joke about that. To be fair, his Chasing after Phremath had not been a complete failure, as T'rid had still ended up with Kalierre in a roundabout kind of way, but he'd taken care to keep Stupid locked tightly in the trunk ever since whenever a green dragon had been scheduled to Rise, and since Corinth had Caught Aslath, the bronze had showed no impulse to take to the skies after a green, so all was good. Except, of course, for the headaches that occured with depressing regularity when any given green Rose and Stupid shrieked his indignation at being locked up. The Weyrleader didn't answer, shrugging to show his helplessness.

Stupid, meanwhile, as Ebolath crooned to Corinth, who crooned in return, his tone clearly affectionate, hissed softly in the bronze dragon's weyrledge, displaying as his tail flicked agitatedly. Surely the big bronze butt wouldn't steal the pretty's attention away from Stupid - ? But no; he uttered a coo as the green spoke him, his frill flattening instantly as he nearly wriggled in pleasure. She had spoken to him! And called him 'handsome,' to boot. Her statements drew further waves of delight from the brown, though he cocked his head, eyeing her with bright, beady eyes as he stated solemnly, 'lath, pretty 'lath? Pretty. Yesyesyes, big bronze mine, mine. He paused, bouncing uncertainly on Raylin's shoulder - he'd given her a glance in passing as Ebolath introduced her - clearly bewildered by her last statment. Go with her? Go with her where? - oh!

As the green bypassed the doorway, making her way to his private weyr and the weyrledge, T'rid took an automatic step back, his eyebrow arcing even more as she nuzzled him cheerfully before trotting by as if she owned the place, broadcasting to the entire weyr as she spoke to Corinth, who uttered an amused rumble at T'ridhis's bewilderment. Oh, yes, he is very odd. Mine caught him trying to go between like the little blue cousin can. But yes, the bronze conceded, He is very polite to most dragons. That wasn't stretching the truth, was it? Not a bit, as any green dragon would undoubtedly have Stupid's affections, and greens made up nearly fifty-percent of the entire draconic population. T'rid glared at Corinth, who merely blinked one eye impassively at the young Weyrleader. Look out, he commented affably a second later, and T'rid swung around just in time to have Stupid leap from Raylin's shoulder, squeaking his surprise as he ended up clinging to his mindmate's tunic.

Absently cupping one hand underneath Stupid - rather unnecessarily, as the brown showed a surprising ability to climb - T'rid smirked slightly as he caught Raylin's glare towards Ebolath. "Yeah, well, Stupid has a stubborn streak too. I'm convinced he'd go after Calistoth if I let him. If you don't know Calistoth, I'd consider that a very good bit of fortune, too." Oh, yes, pretty though Calistoth undeniably was, that green would definitely squash Stupid without a second thought. He half-turned, swiftly judging the condition of his weyr. Not...too messy. He'd haphazardly 'cleaned' it the other day - i.e. harnessed a Drudge to the task. As a result, it was definitely navigable. Surreptitiously kicking a sheathed knife he'd dropped sometime - he had a few, even though his favored dirk was still around his waist, as the bronzerider was very much aware of his habit of loosing things - under the nearest chair, and making a mental note to pick it up later, he peered after Ebolath, wondering how long the green planned on claiming his weyr.

Oho, but he was getting an explanation now! T'rid turned back to face Raylin, and as she stammered her way through a very awkward statement, the smirk that had previously hovered around his lips became much more defined. He already knew he wasn't good company - it was intended, after all. She didn't need to pretend anything for the sake of politeness...A gift, though? - was that the rock that the green dragonet had had in her mouth? And just where had she gotten the idea of giving him a gift? Perhaps she's simply /nice/ like that, Corinth pointed out innocently, earning another poisonous look from His, the bronze uttering a bark of amusement as the glare turned into a surprised look as Stupid, previously dormant as he clung to the front of the bronzerider's tunic, apparently decided that this was boring; with a wriggle, he loosened his grasp and leapt from His' tunic, skittering out towards the weyrledge again, pausing to display cheerfully at Mir, who jumped up, scolding the 'mandyr briefly before the blue became disinterested and glanced at Raylin briefly before he yawned, deliberately flopping down onto T'ridhis' bed and curling up loosely.

"Ahh..." T'rid swiveled slowly back to Raylin, and then sighed. "Doesn't matter, I guess. Stupid can wait." As a matter of fact, the brown was elated at this moment; not only had his lecture been interrupted, he was in the company of a pretty, pretty green! "Come on, then." Cold though he normally was, the bronzerider had no problem with contact, and he caught Raylin loosely by the elbow, more for her safety than anything else, for clean though it was, his weyr was still a hazardous place to venture, and absently tugged her forward, turning in the same movement and starting across his weyr towards the entrance to the weyrledge where the two dragons and Stupid currently were. Mir peeped, curiously, at the Greenweyrling, cocking his head and staring avidly at her for a moment, the small blue flaring his wings before he sighed, the lids of his eyes slipping closed as he curled up again. It was just a female, and His showed little interest in her anyway, so he didn't need to worry.

Corinth, meanwhile, alerted to the little green's presence, uttered a welcoming croon, the bronze resettling himself on the weyrledge to give Ebolath more room. The feline-like rubbing earned her another croon as the bronze dragon nudged her lightly in a show of affection. As she dropped the stone onto the ledge, the bronze focused his gaze upon the gleaming amethyst crystals, and then looking back up at Ebolath, he huffed in soft assent as he nosed the rock back towards her. It is called a 'geode,' the bronze corrected gently, And it is a very nice shiny. I'm sure he'll love it. Don't worry about it, little one. Here, you give it to him, yes? The bronze's words were interrupted as Stupid snaked out, skidding to a stop at the sight of the geode. Shiny! Pretty 'lath shiny? The brown 'mandyr quickly skittered to Ebolath's leg, curling up around the green's foreleg with an adoring croon. Stupid stay 'lath?

[Rei]

As T’rid gently grabbed her elbow Raylin jumped slightly. “Sorry” She murmured more to herself than him as he lead her through his weyr. She scanned the floor and a small smile spread over her face. What a mess. Guys were all the same, she rarely met a neat one. “Your weyr reminds me of my little brother’s rooms. A disaster area.” The weyrling commented not unkindly as she made note of the scattered belongings. It seemed he had an awful lot of knifes.

The chirp from the blue lizard drew her attention from the floor to T’rid’s bed. “Hello Mir.” Raylin said softly in passing as the blue lizard settled down to continue his nap. He was much darker than her own pale flit and much more muscular. “He’s beautiful. Do you know who his parents are?” She queried to the bronze rider, before walking out onto the ledge and blinking against the glare of the midday sun. She smiled at her green. Ebolath was quite happy when around Corinth after all he was her favorite friend.

Ebolath’s eyes whirled a dark blue. Yes that’s it! A geode. Thank you Corinth. She stated happily as she bent to pick up the fallen rock. She paused as Stupid suddenly appeared next to it and cocked her head as the mander spoke. Yes the shiny is mine, but I am giving it to yours. Ebolath said in a conversational tone. The little green gave a croon in response to Stupid and reared up balancing awkwardly on her back legs as the brown mandyr curled around her foreleg.

She nudged the mander gently with her soft muzzle. Why yes you may stay with me Stupid. I quite like your company, you are very polite. Mine finds you very amusing as well. We can be friends yes? The little green slowly settled back onto all four legs, careful not to disturb her mandyr bracelet. Carefully scooping the geode up into her mouth she trotted over to T’rid and hers. Gazing up at the Weyrleader she gently nudged his hand. I have a present for you Corinth’s. I do hope you enjoy it. She gently offered the rock similar to the way a canine might offer a pair of slippers.

Raylin gave T’rid a light nudge. “Go on she doesn’t bite and she spent quite a lot of time searching for the perfect gift.” The weyrling rolled her eyes. “If only I could get her to expend that amount of energy on a daily basis.” Ebolath snorted at her bonded although her tail tip twitched in suppressed excitement.

[Avu]

She thought his weyr a disaster area? Now? Now, it was positively spotless - for T'rid, anyway, which meant that if anyone with a obsessive desire for neatness came in, they would have a heart attack on the spot. It would be a lie to say that he knew where everything was, because he didn't - possibly one reason he hadn't noticed when somebody had taken his underwear, along with the other rankers', and draped them all over the Main Hall. Fortunately, precious little people knew what his underwear looked like - one of them being K'lir, but that had been a while ago, so perhaps - hopefully - he'd forgotten, and T'rid hadn't claimed said underwear in any case. It would be narrowed down to two possibilities, he was sure, assuming all the other rankers had claimed theirs - he'd either done it, or it was his underwear. Hopefully the former would be the most widely accepted. Being blamed for wreaking havoc was perfectly fine by T'rid.

"Flattering though your opinion on the cleanliness of my weyr is," the Weyrleader stated dryly, still not loosening his grasp on Raylin's elbow - quite possibly he'd simply forgotten he was even hanging onto her at all, dismissing the fact as unimportant - "you clearly have no idea that to try to clean this place is like trying to fit a bronze dragon in your mouth - impossible. What with Stupid and Mir waging constant war..." He wrinkled his nose. Two unwanted mindmates had the audacity to shriek at each other when he was trying to sleep. How lovely and peaceful. He was convinced that Stupid took out his anger on Mir, though, because the little blue f'lizard couldn't possibly have irritated Stupid too badly. He didn't do anything. Quite literally; it wasn't unusual for T'rid to find the blue staring blankly at a wall. Charming.

His parents? Mir's? "Um, yes?" The words were almost a question. "C'lryn - he rides bronze Minoath - his gold lizard, and some greenrider's bronze. Darling and...Ego, or something. Anyway, he's from the same clutch as the queen whose clutch Hatched a while back." Zesa, Corinth stated. ...how do you know? And why do you care? I saw her, yesterday, just before high noon. She came to visit. She's really very sweet, you know. "...wonderful." The word was a hiss, almost inaudible, meant for his own ears only and not Raylin's, and Corinth huffed softly, sounding distinctly amused. "Anyway, he's boring. All he does is sit there...shriek at Stupid...eat and sleep." He waved his free hand absently in a dismissive gesture at Mir, who stared back implacably, clearly not at all abashed by his mindmate's irritation for his lack of interest in life.

The weyrledge was bathed in sunlight, a fact which pleased Corinth immensely; the bronze had his wings extended, the membrane resting lightly against the stone ledge, sprawled to gather the warmth, the first set of lids half-lowered. T'rid blinked against the light, letting go of Raylin to shade his eyes with his hand and eye Corinth, Ebolath, and Stupid warily. Stupid caught the bronzerider's disapproving look in his direction from where he was curled happily around Ebolath's foreleg, and cooed in response, delighted. Corinth rumbled softly in response to Ebolath's thanks, watching the green and the salamandyr affectionately, amusement gleaming in his jewel-faceted eyes. I don't believe the little one would complain if you wanted to keep him, at this rate, the bronze commented.

Stupid wouldn't mind, either. Shiny, he quipped solemnly, curling tighter around the green's foreleg and rubbing his head happily against her hide with a croon. His didn't really deserve the shiny, but he could always take it afterwards. Like it was a present to him, from Ebolath, and His wouldn't mind. Right? He had his own shinies. Sharp shinies. Lots of them. He wouldn't miss thiiiis one, right? Of course he wouldn't. Stay. Yes. Stay, the brown agreed. Stupid p'lite? Yes, yes. P'lite pretty 'lath, yes. Friends...Stupid friends 'lath. Friends, yes. Stupid recognized Ebolath as a hatchling - a very pretty hatchling, true, but a hatchling nonetheless - and it was obvious that she would not be Rising anytime soon, and thus any thought of that was dismissed and forgotten. He had a pretty, pretty greenling as a friend! What more did he want - ?

He squeaked slightly and coiled his tail around Ebolath's forearm as she moved suddenly - to Stupid - towards T'ridhis. Bumpy gait, a trot was, and Stupid bounced accordingly before he snaked up to curl up directly between Ebolath's wings. Stupid stay? Here? he questioned anxiously. Most dragons didn't like their wings being touched - Corinth was one of them, only allowing His to touch the fragile membrane - but he wasn't touching the wings at all, and it was snug here, but he didn't want to worry her. No, no, that might interrupt their friendship and that - that was not something Stupid would be violating anytime soon, not on purpose and not if he could help it.

T'rid almost twitched as the green dragon bespoke him directly, one eyebrow rising to show his surprise. Sure, hatchlings were a lot less picky than dragons, but then, his mindmate happened to be Corinth, who only spoke to other humans if they were HADs - meaning, the number of people the bronze had contacted other than T'rid had been - exactly one. "Ah..." His name was not "Corinth's", for a start. As Raylin nudged him, he flicked her a brief glance, his eyes surprised by her statement, and then he leaned down slightly to relieve Ebolath of the geode, turning it over in his hands and blinking at the amethyst crystals that it held. "Ah..." he repeated blankly, raising his eyes from the geode to Ebolath. Do try to be polite. If you can. The bronze blinked at His. Resisting the urge to scowl at the bronze's tone, T'rid - mostly to prove to Corinth that he could be polite, so there! - said, "Thanks, Ebolath...it's - it's really..." Pretty, Stupid stated. "...thank you, Stupid. You show astounding belief in my ability to finish my own sentences." The brown 'mandyr trilled his amusement.

"Beautiful," T'rid went on firmly, shooting a dark glare at the 'mandyr, who frilled defiance as His deliberately chose a word that he knew the brown couldn't pronounce. B'tful, b'tful! Shh, Stupid. This is a breakthrough. Trust all his mindmates to stick in their comments at his expense, T'rid thought dryly, keeping his face solemn. "Um, yeah. Thanks..." Anticlimactic, much?

[Rei]

Raylin’s eyes widened at T’rid’s comment about his weyr’s cleanliness. Either he was making excuses (which she wouldn’t doubt) or it was true that mandyrs and fire lizards hated each other. She gave another brief glance in Mir’s direction and then turned her attention back to Stupid. It was hard to imagine the two creatures fighting, given how calm most flitters were. Although, now that she thought about it Vega and Freckle absolutely hated each other. Yes, she had no desire to impress a mandyr no matter how charming some may be. Constant war was not something she ever wanted.

T’rid’s Mir was Zesa’s brother and so in turn her Vega’s uncle. It was interesting, how interconnected things were in the weyr. The dragons too were basically all interrelated somehow. It probably helped unify the weyr in some way. Like making them all part of some big family. Her thought’s were interrupted by T’rid taking the stone. Please, oh please let him be nice. The last thing she wanted was a heartbroken hatchling. Luckily Ebolath was concentrating on the bronze rider and so quite effectively ignoring her bonded’s thoughts.

In fact Ebolath was quite content. She gently shifted her wings, careful not to distress Stupid. You may stay there if you wish Stupid. The green said gently although her eyes were focused on T’rid. When he expressed his thanks, her eyes whirled a deep blue and she pranced in place unable to contain her excitement anymore. I am happy you like it. I think it is very beautiful as well. Raylin tried not to giggle at T’rid’s comment to Stupid but a undignified snort escaped anyway and she blushed covering her mouth with her hand. Stupid was very adorable today. She supposed Ebolath’s own bizarre affection for the creature was spilling over a bit onto her.

Ebolath gave T’rid a affectionate nuzzle and pranced back to Corinth gently pressing her head against his massive jaw. He liked it! Did you see? Yours liked my gift. She flopped down beside his head and gazed at the bronze happily. You have such nice friends Corinth and yours is also nice, The little green remarked as she spread her wings like Corinth to absorb the heat. I hope I helped make yours happy.

Suddenly a new thought seemed to dawn on the little green and she swung her head around to nudge Stupid. You will come visit me often won’t you Stupid? She queried letting her voice adopt a slight worried edge as she peered at the little mandyr.

Raylin watched her hatchling interact with T’rid’s mindmates and gave a slightly worried glance in the bronze rider’s direction. Ebolath, sweetheart, you gave T’rid your present. We don’t want to make nuisances of ourselves love. We should get going. Ebolath turned her whirling eyes towards her bonded. Why? We just got here? Raylin took a deep breath and looked up at the sky before turning her eyes back to the little dragon. “Come on Ebolath I am sure T’rid is very busy. He is Weyrleader remember. I’m sure he has many important things to do. We shouldn’t bother him to long.” She explained carefully and out loud for T’rid’s benefit. She didn’t want him to think she was enabling Ebolath.

The little green gave a huff and stared pointedly at her bonded and then T’rid. Do I have to leave? She said piteously to both, clearly making no move to do so. She was quite content to sun here with her friends. Why did hers have to be so mean? That is not fair Ebolath. I am not mean. Raylin said gently to her bonded. But I want to stay and you are always making me do things I do not want to do. The dragon remarked back clearly not giving any ground.

[Avu]

Oho! He could stay! Did His hear that? He could staaaay. Had this been anything less than real life, there would have been huge, obnoxious hearts sprouting out of Stupid. He was that happy. Pretty very 'lath, he assured the green solemnly, curling up between her wings with a soft coo as his tail dropped loosely down the green's side to dangle there, tapping lightly against the soft dragonhide. Very 'lath. What he meant by the latter statement was lost to T'rid, who blinked absently at the brown, but Stupid chose not to clarify, merely offering another purr and curling up tighter, snuggling down as one might curl up in their covers - he was just trying to get closer to the lovely, lovely "'lath" and who could blame him? It was clear: Phremath, Ebolath, and Amith were his favorite greens ever.

T'rid watched Ebolath prance, and her voice entered his mind again, the bronzerider biting back a slight sigh. She was so cheerful. And very undemanding, too. His thanks had been decidedly lackluster - nothing fancy, or overly enthusiastic about them - and she hadn't complained. Corinth was doing exactly that in the back of his mind, though, a fact that T'rid found highly irritating. That was a horrible thanks if I ever heard one. You couldn't have sounded /any/ more enthusiastic? Isn't it pretty and shiny? Stupid loves it, and Ebolath clearly likes it too, and she gave it to /you/ and you sound /utterly/ emotionless. Had he just twitched? - why, yes, he had. T'rid glared at the bronze dragon, who stared back, obviously expecting a response. It came with a hiss inflicted in the tone.

Shut. Up.

Yeah, he was just that kind. Corinth seemed to want to respond, but fortunately, Ebolath distracted him as she pressed her head against his jaw, and the bronze crooned affectionately, though he warned T'ridhis that this would not be the end of that particular argument. Is he? Nice? I'm glad you think so, the bronze remarked absently, with a slightly amused sound to his voice as he tilted his head to glance at Ebolath, and then at His, staring blankly at the green dragonet as Corinth smugly passed the conversation to him, approvingly. You certainly did make him happy, the dragon assured the younger hatchling seriously, nodding slightly as Stupid frilled sleepily at him from Ebolath's back. Is 'lath my no, he scolded, and Corinth huffed at him indignantly, sending the little brown skittering back to curl up at the base of the dragonet's neck again with a slight huff.

He deigned to open his eyes to eye Ebolath solemnly as the green's question reached him. Visit often? Him, visit her often - ? Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes, he would absolutely love to see lovely, lovely 'lath again. She was so kind and maybe he could bring her a shiny next time to make up for the one she'd given His (which he fully intended on claiming after His went to sleep that night. He'd never miss it, right?). Yes. Good. He cooed happily at her, and because he was so close to her, he wriggled to his feet and rubbed his body against her jaw. Yes. Visit 'lath, pretty, Stupid come. Yes. The statement was uttered in a solemn, confidiential tone. 'lath like Stupid? he added hopefully, blinking beady eyes at her anxiously; obviously the answer would either break his heart or elate him to no end.

T'rid, still holding the geode and watching Stupid and Corinth intently, clearly disapproving of the 'mandyr's delight with the green - he was praying that Stupid forgot about Ebolath before the green Rose, or he'd have either a headache or an embarrassment, depending on whether or not he'd managed to lock up the brown in the trunk before he got into the air after Ebolath. Of all the 'mandyrs he could have gotten - of all the demented creatures he could have Impressed - why did he have to get this one? He started at Raylin's verbal statement, turning on his heel to glance at Raylin, surprised by the Greenweyrling's comment and then letting out a slightly irritated huff at her reminder of his rank. Stupid rank. I am Yours and I chose the rank, so you must put up with it, Corinth answered his thoughts severely.

Did she have to - ? Go? Certainly not if it meant he had a viable excuse to ignore the stack of work. He'd already been ignoring it without any excuse at all, but he could probably make something up if Shmee decided to throw a tantrum on him. Whatever. He'd cross that bridge when he got to it. T'rid eyed the green dispassionately for a moment, and then answered, "I don't mind. Corinth and Stupid obviously like having you here...whatever you want." A rather dismissive, vague gesture was made with the hand not cupped around the geode, and Stupid cooed approval. Yesyesyes, like! "I'm not doing it for you..."

[Rei]

Ebolath kept her eyes riveted to the two humans until T’rid spoke. She cocked her head. Whatever I want. The green repeated, surprise slightly coloring her tone. Good I choose to stay then. She said brightly, giving her wings a little flap before spreading them out, the tips resting on the ledge. She turned towards Corinth. Your ledge is very, very warm. I like it. What do you and yours do all day? Mine says yours is very busy.

As Stupid rubbed against her jaw she gave a adoring croon eyes whirling a deep blue. Why Yes Stupid I do like you. Very much so. You are a very nice mandyr. She assured him before laying her head down on the ledge and letting her first lid fall over her whirling eyes.

Raylin watched the scene and couldn’t help but give a small smile. Ebolath was content and she had even given T’rid a reason to kick them out and he hadn't. If he wanted them to stick around so be it. She surprisingly really didn’t mind. If the man was not good company his mindmate’s certainly were. He couldn’t be all bad. Not if such wonderful creatures chose him as a bonded. The green weyrling shifted her stance. The sun was horribly hot and it was making her uncomfortable.

Not wanting to insult T’rid for entering his private quarters uninvited she moved to the ledge entryway where it was shaded. Leaning up against the wall she eyed T’rid passively. “Thank you for being kind to her. Are you sure you want us to stay?” She queried as she waited for his answer she sent a mental answer to Vega. The little pale flit burst out of between close to his bonded, and settled on her shoulder where he proceeded to eye his surroundings. Seeing Corinth he gave a startled squawk and tired to hide behind her braid.

Why was his here with such a big shiny dragon? He was oh so scary. The flits eyes whirled a nervous yellow and Raylin stoked him to attempt to calm him. “He will not eat you Vega. There is no need for such hysterics darling.” She said soothingly. The flitter peeped and leaned into her hand eyes whirling predominantly green with a few yellow flecks still present. He curled his tail around his bonded’s neck and silently observed the scene around him. If his bonded was not frightened perhaps it was ok. The brown frilly was here. At least the horrible green monster wasn’t. Frillys were obnoxious.

[Avu]

It didn't surprise T'rid that the green had decided to stay, and he eyed her thoughtfully, a slight frustration in his gaze. Did she have to be so kind? He still held the geode, cupped loosely in one hand, the curve of the round half of stone pressed against his palm, glittering amethyst crystals upward. It would be so, so much easier to demand she and Hers leave if she hadn't been...and normally, he realized with a slight twinge of self-deprecation, he wasn't this nice anyway. Any attempts at friendship - they were usually spurned with sarcasm, but then, T'rid was quite autonomous - actually, he preferred to cut himself entirely from the Weyr. Often, he thought that if Corinth had not chosen him as mindmate, he probably would have left the Weyr and gone to some isolated piece of land to live alone. Without the irritants that came with company.

Ebolath was okay, though, and T'rid didn't mind Raylin much either. It was mostly that day by the river. Agreeing with his deprecation of Shmee had obviously, at the time, been like a key directly past the cold exterior to his "people-whose-company-I-can-stand" list. The Weyrleader rubbed his jaw absently, watching as Corinth crooned. Of course the bronze didn't mind the hatchling's company; the bronze had an almost possessive pride over the Weyrlings - there had been no queen, but that was no problem; the bronze had forgotten that there had been a "queen" egg and even T'rid didn't have the heart to remind him that there had been. Oh, yes, it is very. You may stay here, if you like, even after Yours leaves. She has to do chores, yes? And she wanted to know what they did all day? The bronze rumbled. Mine is quite busy, that is correct. He is currently rewriting the wings...he has to be Wingleader, now, and lead all the Weyr's wings, and the new wings need to implement that...as for I? I'm just helping him, and sunning. It's a very nice arrangement.

T'rid quirked a brow as he heard the bronze's cheerful comments. He seemed so - open with giving out information, though truth be told, all of it had not been told. Rewriting the wings he most certainly was, but he'd gotten wind that the Wherhandlers' Night Watch hadn't worked out so well, was trying to figure out what to do with that - and he was trying to cope with the numerous complaints that came. But, of course, Corinth must have figured that the wings, flying and fighting Thread, was the only thing that would interest a hatchling in any case. Whers were not generally high on the interest list of dragons, and a hatchling wouldn't pay much mind to complaints in any case. He was just humoring Ebolath anyway, because she was favored company for the dragon, surely? He wouldn't be this open to any adult dragon, be it Aslath or Aonith.

Stupid's coo of delight was barely audible under Ebolath's, and the brown 'mandyr's tongue flicked out to touch the green's hide lightly. It would have been much more noticeable had he been larger; as it was, his forked tongue would be felt no more as a little brush that resembled that of wind, perhaps. Nevertheless, the brown crooned smugly, the vibration running through his body as he snaked down to her foreleg again, curling up around the dragonet's wrist. Did the silly bronze one hear that? - he was the best, he was nice, and Ebolath liked him, and - so there! Ha! B'tful, he stated with another sweet warble, trying to get his "tongue" around the difficult word as Ebolath laid down on the weyrledge. Yes, yes...b'tful, beeee'ful, bee'tifuulll... He was getting there...!

The Weyrleader watched the brown 'mandyr, his expression unreadable, but as Raylin moved from the weyrledge to lean against the shaded wall near the entrance to his weyr, his gaze slid to the Greenweyrling contemplatively. Want her to stay? Want them to stay? Not really. But he didn't necessarily want them to leave, either. The bronzerider hadn't been stretching the truth at all when he'd stated he didn't care. It was the truth - he simply didn't care. Whatever Raylin and Ebolath wanted to do, he had no opinion whatsoever on the matter. He shrugged indifferently, his eyes slipping back to the three draconic creatures occupying his weyrledge. "It doesn't matter," he responded absently, a slight frown touching his lip and tugging the corner down. So many creatures on his weyrledge...and here he'd been hoping, he noted wryly, that there would only be one; Corinth. Now there was a 'mandyr who - shudder - looked to him, a green dragonet whose sire was his Corinth, and in his weyr, was his fire lizard.

A squawk from behind him made the bronzerider turn abruptly, surprise brightening his eyes. A fire lizard. A blue, who, by his actions, looked to Raylin. Oh, was he scared of Corinth? The bronze dragon looked slightly startled by the realization as he blinked a slow-spinning green eye at Vega. Little brother, are you frightened of me? the bronze asked softly, sounding almost dismayed at the fact. I will not hurt you or Yours...you do have a very lovely Mine. Stupid, however, remembered Vega, and frilled at the blue, with more cheerful defiance than actual anger or hatred. Yours blue? he questioned Ebolath warily.

[Rei]

Vega gave a nervous croon as Corinth bespoke him and he hesitated before bringing himself out into the open to regard the bronze thoughtfully. He sounded very sincere so the pale blue gave a chirp of greeting. Just because he was no longer frightened didn’t mean that he felt comfortable around the large dragon. Oh no, those with higher ranking colors made him nervous and rather withdrawn.

Ebolath yawned. I would very much like to stay Corinth and mine could come get me later? She queried, eyes whirling happily. Yours does sound very busy. Raymine is also very busy with chores and lessons and bathing. Which reminds me. She is oiling me later, does yours oil you often as well? Vega’s entrance and Stupid’s question captured her attention for a moment. Why yes Stupid that is my little brother. He looks to mine as you look to yours. She explained giving a little nod and shifting to make herself comfortable.

Raylin watched the threesome for a few more minutes and stretched. “I really should get to chores.” She said a bit reluctantly. “No sense slaking off. I will come fetch Ebolath later I guess, since Corinth has informed her she may stay while I go to chores.” The dark haired girl gave a small shake of her head. “I can see myself out.” She said giving a little bow and turning to enter his weyr once again. Ebolath I am going to chores. Please behave yourself. I will be back soon.

The little green gave a croon in response. I always behave. Came a rather smug reply, which had Raylin rolling her eyes. Of course love. T’rid’s slight frown had been the signal that had decided her action. As stressed as he probably was the last thing he needed was a weyrling and her little dragon taking up his time.

[Avu]

The bronze dragon watched the little blue brother quietly, his eyes registering surprise, and slight amusement, at the little one's nervousness. What was it about dragons that so frightened some fire lizards? They would never hurt their small draconic brethen simply because they felt like it; no dragon was that cruel. The Rider makes the dragon, Corinth thought vaguely, but no Rider could mold a dragon into such heartlessness. Nevertheless, Corinth answered the uncertain croon of the little f'lizard with an encouraging rumble of his own, the bronze's tenor - so like his Rider's; another clear symbol of the Rider "making" the dragon - a soft counterpart to the shriller tones of the little brother. It is very nice to see you're not frightened, the dragon stated softly. You needn't ever be nervous around a dragon. We won't hurt you or Yours. Naturally, Corinth had neglected to mention that sometimes, hurting the blue or His might be inevitable; it simply depended on the situation. But - well, Vega didn't need to worry. Raylin didn't seem the type to try to pick an argument, like His, or do anything particularly risky, so there wasn't any particular need for anxiety.

His attention returned to Ebolath at her question, and Corinth crooned softly. That's correct, and by all means, stay. He gestured lazily with one wing at the expanse of his weyrledge. A third level weyr, it sported a large, roomy ledge, and Corinth, being one of the smaller bronzes of the Weyr, could comfortably share it with another dragon. He yawned, stretching across the worn stone, spreading his wings and holding them like panels to catch the sunlight. Tapping one claw idly upon the solid stone, the bronze cocked his head, listening to Ebolath. Very busy - oh, yes, T'ridhis was...but a hatchling couldn't fully grasp the concept of busy, and her next words confirmed it. Chores, lessons, bathing; they were simple things - relatively mindless. One didn't have to think, to struggle mentally, to do chores, lessons, and bathing; chores and bathing were routine, and memorizeable; T'ridhis had been doing it for five Turns and he commented sardonically at times he could do it asleep (and Corinth thought he probably could); lessons were carefully planned so that they never went too fast, gradually introducing a Weyrling into the full duties of being a Rider, and it wasn't - it simply wasn't difficult, really.

To fit every person into a wing, carefully, to best balance out the wing's capabilities, never make one too strong or one too weak - that took thinking. Took the understanding of the functions of each wing precisely, and how to best fill the need of each Rider. If two dragons argued, or their Riders didn't get along, they simply couldn't be placed in the same wing, for a single slip-up in Threadfall could mean the death of a dragon. So Corinth had contacted the dragons, asked after any possiblities of arguments, and had had His organize and reorganize the wings accordingly. Each Rider had a place in the hides, now, but undoubtedly the bronzerider and his dragon would continue to arrange them until both were satisfied enough to post them, call Wing Drills, see the wings in action, and rearrange accordingly. That was difficult, and took more than just obeying orders and memorizing. Not that Corinth was going to tell Ebolath this; he merely crooned and answered her question. Oh, yes, he often oils me, and bathes me - and takes me to feed. The thing he couldn't recall about a dragonweyrling - when did they start catching their own prey? Have you ever fed from the Feeding Grounds yet, or is Yours still cutting your food each day? There was no condescension in his tones, merely curiosity.

Stupid cooed softly at Ebolath's answer, but the sound was vague, no longer as excited and eager as before as he considered Vega solemnly. The silly blue got to share Ebolath? Why? He didn't like the blue. He didn't deserve a pretty like Ebolath. The 'mandyr clucked, frilling at Vega and hissing quietly, jealousy slipping into his flushed eyes as he imagined the f'lizard so much as looking at Ebolath. No, no, no. Ebolath was his pretty, and Vega was not to share. Is norra good, he muttered agitatedly to Ebolath. Issa winged little, norra good. He was making much less sense than he normally did, but - he was rather distressed by the thought. Silly blue flit, where did he get off? - threatening Stupid's claim like he was! (Inadvertantly so, but he was, nonetheless, in Stupid's mind.) Issa norra winged little. The brown flared his frill halfheartedly at the fire lizard again, and then snaked to curl up loosely around the green's lowest neck ridge.

What, leaving? T'rid, who had been watching Stupid in intense irritation, blinked, glancing around at Raylin as she spoke. He didn't seem likely to speak, and he didn't, merely shrugging. He didn't really want Raylin to stay - but he didn't care if she did. She wasn't as annoying as some people could be - although the fact that she seemed constantly nervous when it came to public displays of nudity was slightly irritating. Even so, T'rid didn't care about her - he just let her be. As she returned through his weyr, the bronzerider watched her leave impassively, his eyes emotionless before he shrugged again to himself. He really ought to get that knife out from under the chair, before he forgot it...but no; the wings were more important than a knife, and it wasn't a very good knife anyway, only a temporary replacement should he loose his favored dirk. It could wait.

He gave her a few minutes to exit his weyr, and then, glancing at Corinth, jerked his head silently back into the glow-lit interior. "I'm going in," he stated bluntly. As you will, Weyrleader. There was a passive calmness about the bronze, and T'rid eyed him suspiciously for a moment before turning and entering the weyr again, shaking his head slightly as Stupid's voice followed him in; W'rrrrrledder...

[Rei]

Mine still feeds me. Although, she says in a month or so I should be big enough to try and feed on my own. Is it hard? She asked the large bronze stretching out on his ledge and spreading her wings to their full extent. Stupid’s sudden jealousy confused Ebolath, and she crooned soothingly to him. What are you upset about Stupid? The brown’s sudden agitation was not lost on Vega who hissed quietly and followed his out of T’rid’s weyr. Cheeping a greeting to Mir as he passed.

Ebolath crooned to T’rid as he left. Yours is going inside? Does he not like the sun? The little green’s eyes whirled a neutral blue green. She lay her head onto the warm rock face partially liding her eyes as she waited for the bronze’s response.

[Avu]

Aha, so "his" Weyrlings had yet to feed themselves. Corinth was not truly surprised, for Ebolath, for one, did not seem quite large enough to tackle a herdbeast when it was busily stampeding away from them. For that matter, she didn't look capable of hunting wherries, either, though the six-limbed feathered creatures were a bit smaller than herdbeast. Rare it was that Corinth insisted that His hunt him out, for he got the full quota of herdbeast allowed a full-grown bronze, and he ate lightly in any case, so there was, more often than not, more than he needed available to him. The larger bronzes he simply felt slightly bad for; he was always full and there was usually an extra herdbeast anyway, but they needed more food, sometimes, than they were given, especially after hard working. Nonetheless, Selenitas Hold and Blossom Hold would never begrudge a dragon a herdbeast or two, so that was all right, too.

Her question made the dragon tilt his head thoughtfully, trying to look at it from the point of view of a young dragonet, trying out her claw at hunting the first time around. It takes practice, he stated finally. It is very difficult running after a herdbeast, for they instinctively flee from a dragon - not without good reason, he added wryly, - but anyway, it's much easier when you can drop on them from above. You are not yet old enough to fly, so I would suggest picking a place of higher elevation and jumping down - as long as you make sure not to injure yourself. It is worth it, though - you can choose what parts you wish to eat, and there's the satisfaction of having caught it yourself. He arranged one foreleg neatly, draping his left claws over his right forearm absently as his tail twitched. If herdbeasts are too difficult to bring down at first, there are also wherries, Corinth finished, and yawned slightly, casting a glance over the weyrs, some weyrledges occupied by dragons and others empty.

Stupid's tail was twitching, too, but less in thought - in agitation. The brown 'mandyr's tailtip was almost a blur as he hissed softly, frilling his defiance at Vega. As the blue f'lizard hissed and departed - and had the audacity to greet the stupid blue that had to share His! - the brown squeaked his disapproval. At Ebolath's query, he uttered a soft, dismayed keen, curling up again after snaking down to the green's foreleg, his tailtip tapping, fast and urgent, against the green's hide in his distress. The distress intensified along with the tapping of his tail as Mir answered Vega in a croon, though the blue flit didn't bother stirring from his curled-up position. He was comfortable and saw no need to move; as thus, he chose not to. Simple, really. Issa stupid little, bad, bad, is miiiiine, the brown insisted, speaking as much about Mir as of Ebolath. He didn't like Mir - at all - but there was a master-servant thing going on here, and he did not approve of his claim on the f'lizard being challenged. No, no. That was bad.

Corinth regarded His with amusement as the bronzerider's back disappeared into the depths of the weyr, eyes sparkling with pearlescent shades of blue and green. Had that been a twitch, when Ebolath had crooned at him? Why, yes, he was almost certain it had been...Was not, T'rid snapped back at him, and Corinth crooned in amusement, though the croon faded at Ebolath's question, the dragon tilting his head thoughtfully. Yes, he is going inside. However, I do not think he doesn't like the sun - quite the oppposite, really. He very much enjoys the sun - he likes sunning. However, he does have work to do, and he doesn't approve of Stupid. So - in order to avoid the temptation of making him stop being...immensely, overly possessive, he's going inside. The bronze was quiet a moment, and then added, Stupid doesn't listen to him anyways.

Is stupid, norra listen.

[Rei]

Ebolath gave a chuff of laughter at Corinth’s last comment before snuggling closer to the great bronze and letting her eyelids fall over whirling blue eyes. She was blissfully content. She had made T’rid happy and she was sunning with her favorite friends. The only thing that could have made this moment any better was the prescience of her bonded. Still hers would be back to get her shortly, and for now she was content to spend her time here. Giving a yawn she allowed Corinth’s protective presence, and the warmth of the rock ledge, sooth her to sleep.

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