But you have the walk down already! (X'rx)

[Sebz]

Kallandroth had been oiled and was now curled up back in the barracks, telling his rider that he did not want to be part of the maddness that was about to ensue, thank you very much. Only when the bronze's last eye lid shut did C'loy feel alright about leaving the dragon to go fetch his newest creation from under his folded blankets. There was actually no reason for the weyrling to hide his projects, as he was alloted his own weyr. However, the boy still felt the need to protect his designs with a fierce ferocity, what if someone else found them and, recognizing them for the genius they were, claimed them on their own? No, that would just not do.

These days, C'loy found himself creating many projects, often skipping his lessons to work on them. To be honest, the once exciting weyrling classes were getting quite old, quite fast. Unfortunatly for the general population of the weyr, a bored C'loy was a tad bit insane C'loy. Naturally, it was only a matter of time before the weyrling begain inflicting some of his 'fasion advice' on an unfortunate soal. Today, the majority of the weyrfolk could breath a sigh of relief, for the weyrling had already chosen his newest vitum, though C'loy would never refer to them as such.

Today, he would have his dress modelled for him by none other than X'rx, though C'loy did not know him by name. He had noticed the lithe green rider at mealtimes, and, strangelly enough, something about him had inspired C'loy to design an outfit specifically for the rider. C'loy was inspired by the most random things, sometimes it was the color of another's eyes, or perhaps even the smell of their hair. But for X'rx, it was the shape of the stain on the tunic he was wearing the first time C'loy had seen him. So design and outfit he did, and it was quite ravishing. He had been able to secure the cloth easily even though red was a rather exepensive color, and with years of practice, was able to model it into a flowing gather outfit that looked much like a very long tunic, or at least could pass for one. But you'd have to be kidding yourself if you truly thought that was it was. C'loy had intended it to be a dress, so a dress it was.

C'loy haddn't really meant to stalk the greenrider, it had really just happened on accident. It wasn't really his fault that X'rx and himself were walking the same way, just the way it wasn't his fault that he had happened to see which weyr he had entered. But that information was useful to him now, as he bounded up a set of stairs, creation in hand, and rappped on the entrance to said weyr before taking a step inside and calling out a welcoming, “Hello,” not even knowning if his target was in.

[Requiem]

Eveyth had already gone to sleep by the time X'rx finished reading the volume he'd taken from the library back at the real Selenitas. The Selenitan set it down on the small table beside the couch he was half-sprawled on and glanced toward the curled lump of flesh he could barely make out by the light of the glowbasket. Somehow some sunlight managed to stream in through the tunnels that were covered by the foliage above during the day, but at night the Weyr was black as pitch. Even so early in the night as it was now.

The young rider began removing his clothing, starting with fingerless gloves, boots and socks, then moving to unlace the tight vest that showed his slender frame to the best advantage. The loose shirt was unlaced at the neck and tugged up over his head. Normally at this time X'rx would be calling on a convenient lady friend - or a particularly attractive man - but he found he wasn't much in the mood for that sort of company tonight. Just as he hadn't been ever since his home collapsed, killing his mother and baby sister. At least he was back to dressing nice.

The greenrider even had gone back to wearing his decorative braid in his hair and trimmed it up again so it was nice and short everywhere but in the sweep of bangs on one side of his face that waved and curled down to the sweep of his jaw. Behind the same ear all was short and tidy, and directly in front of it he'd gathered most of the sweep of the bangs into that braid, weaving seashells and feathers into it. Now nimble fingers worked at removing those same decorations, the man unbraiding the hair when the knock came. Dark eyes turned toward the door. "Ye-"

He never did finish the greeting. The greenrider was not in the habit of locking the door to his weyr. Just the same, most people didn't just enter like that without being expressly invited. X'rx was caught rather off-guard, the young man frozen in the act of unbraiding his hair, eyes holding steady on the intruder in silence. Now, X'rx was not a naturally shy person, and didn't usually mind people seeing him in various states of undress. Certainly being shirtless was nothing to be self-conscious about. Nevertheless, there was something decidedly unsettling about a complete stranger simply stepping into your weyr all but unannounced in this gloomy darkness. Even if the stranger was rather attractive from a purely objective standpoint.

After his hands hung frozen for a moment, he dropped his arms, eyes never leaving the boy who really couldn't be that much younger than X'rx himself. "Who are you?" the greenrider questioned the teenager who was strangely tanned only on one side of his body. That particular oddness had been hard to identify in the light of the glowbasket, but once his mind latched hold of that oddity it seemed obvious enough. Though why this might be so was anyone's guess. Surely X'rx couldn't figure why someone would want to tan only one side of his body.

He rose from the couch gracefully, lithe musculature rippling subtly beneath his skin as he moved. "If you tell me who you're looking for, I can direct you to the right weyr, I'm sure." It was the only explanation that made sense. No one entered a stranger's weyr like this; he must have mistaken whose it was in the relative darkness. That, or...the teenager meant to hurt X'rx in some way. He preferred the first explanation. Why would a complete stranger want to do anything to him, anyway? Even if he were one of the ones brought over by Wasteland?

[Sebz]

Ahh, there he was, and as for X'rx's state of undress, C'loy thought it for the better. All he needed was to loose the pesky pants and perhaps even his undergarments in order to become the ideal model. The boy's face broke into a warm smile, his eyes shining as they usually did when he was particularlly pleased with a situation. "Hello," he said brightly, "I'm C'loy," he offered as he took a step inside the room, looking around appreciativly. Not the largest weyr he had been in before, but it felt the most homely.

"Can we get a little light in here, ahhh," he trailed off as he turned full circle to look at the green rider, begging his name with his questioning expression. His expression morphed back into one of delight as X'rx asked a second question. "No, I'm not in the wrong place, I was looking for you!" A regular person would have realized how strange that statement sounded, but C'loy could hardly be classified as 'regular.'

The weyrling patted smoothed the cloth that was hanging limply on his arm. Right now, the dress was lifeless, but with this man's help, perhaps, he would bring it to life. C'loy's eyes darted from the red dress to X'rx's face. More particularally, they narrowed when he saw the half undone braid. "Put it back?" he asked, wide eyed and his voice slipped away from the vibrancy it had continained and into despair. Why would X'rx do that, his hair was so beautiful, and tied in so well with the outfit.

The outfit! Of course, he still not shown the green rider, that's why he was being so thoughtless with his appearance. "Alright, drop them," C'loy said, motioning to X'rx's pants with an off handed gesture before exposing the long, red work of art with a florish. "And could you maybe put this on?" He asked, opening his eyes wide and giving the rider his best puppy dog eye. Because C'loy didn't find it strange at all that he had burst into a strangers apartment and proceeding to ask a man to drop his pants.

[Requiem]

C'loy...C'loy. That sounded vaguely familiar, but X'rx was having trouble placing it. To be fair, though, it was rather difficult to concentrate when this man was smiling at him in a way that made the greenrider distinctly uncomfortable. Then he was asking for light and X'rx's name, even while insisting that it was X'rx he'd been looking for all along, and the creepiness factor kept going up and up.

"Put what back?" he questioned softly, not wanting to piss the teenager off, if only because he was a good deal stronger than X'rx at a glance and didn't seem to know how to acceptably interact with people on a normal social level. The greenrider was still debating whether or not he should uncover the glow baskets more or not and whether or not it might not be a good idea to contact someone about this intrusion when C'loy said something that stopped his thoughts dead in their tracks.

A flush spread over his face and neck and he took a step back. Was that a dress? Suddenly the nature of this visit seemed to clarify for him and the young man shifted to put the couch between them. "I don't know what you've been told," he began softly, "but I'm really not...you know...that type of greenrider. I mean, I have to know you first. You don't even know my name?"

His eyes flicked toward the red dress again. He wasn't sure what sort of things this C'loy was into, but it had the potential of not being very pleasant at all for X'rx. "And I don't pretend to be women, either. It's a nice dress?" By now Eveyth had reacted to the surge of discomfort from Hers and awoken, the orange gleam of her eyes visible from the dark of the dragon's couch. Her maw parted in a snarl and she hissed at C'loy.

[Sebz]

Poor C'loy was naive as a new born, and was completely startled by X'rx's change in behavior. What was he supposed to have heard, and what exactly was that type of greenrider? Were perhaps... all green riders excellent models? The boys face lit up and a wide smile spread over his face, yes, that's what this man must be referring too! And there were a bunch of greenriders in the weyr... C'loy was determined to make something for all of them. It must be a secret though, otherwise why else would X'rx be acting like this.

C'loy winked, to show the greenrider he didn't have anything to worry about, C'loy could keep a secret very well. "You have to get to know me first? We'll, there really isn't much to know..." the bronze weyrling wracked his brains, trying to think of what he needed to divulge in order to gain X'rx's trust. "I impressed at the last hatching to Bronze Kallandrith, but I came to the weyr almost a turn ago. I like meatrolls and klah as midnight snacks... and I have a brown mandyr who's not very bright. Now you know me, so would you please wear the dress," the weyrling side, widening his eyes to put on his best 'plea' face.

"You don't have to be a woman, why would you think that" C'loy asked in confusion. He wore dresses all the time, but he was a man, was there anything wrong with that? "But thank you, I spent a lot of time on it, I made it for you, you know. And you still haven't told me your name yet," the teenager said, starting to sound slightly distressed. Was it possible that... this man didn't want to help him by being a model for the night? The thought crushed the blonde's spirits, and it was beginning to show on his face, as lips jutted out slightly and his smile faded into a neutral expression.

With the awakening of the fully grown dragon and the sharp hiss that followed, C'loy took a quick step back, but didn't move to retreat to the door... at least not yet. "Hello," he said uncertainly in the direction of the green, unsure of how to react. He loved greens, and as far as the blonde thought, green's loved him. Well... at least Feyrianth did. Perhaps his talent of 'talking' with dragon's would calm her down, so C'loy imediatly began to plea his case to her. "I'm sorry to wake you, but I dropped by to give your rider something, and I was hoping that he would try it on for me so I could see how it looked. I'm sorry I woke you," he added, clasping his hand and scuffling his foot on the ground nervously.

[Requiem]

X'rx was getting a bit confused by this time. The smile and wink was downright wrong in this context. Nevertheless, there were things that just weren't lining up. Pervy and strange as this kid was acting, it was beginning to seem just a bit...unintentional, maybe? Though the greenrider couldn't understand why anyone might come into his weyr with a dress for X'rx to wear for purely innocent reasons. That didn't make one ounce of sense.

Was this the young man's...first time? A crush? His idea of flirting? Or did he think men who'd impressed green liked dresses? What? And then there was the matter of this being the new bronzeweyrling. Great. If he called anyone now this was going to look pretty bad. X'rx's eyes flicked toward Eveyth when she seemed to scare the boy, half-tempted to just let her handle it. You are upsetting X'rxMine, Eve commented coolly. You will get him in trouble if they find you here. They will think he is trying to force you to Fly him when your mindmate is too young.

Okay, so maybe better to let him handle it. A flush had crept up his neck. "You want me to try on the dress," X'rx stated softly, almost questioningly. He wasn't sure what had prompted C'loy to make a dress for a strange man, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know, but he was willing to entertain the possibility that the teenager maybe was just crazy. (Which really wasn't much less dangerous.)

Nevertheless, the greenrider moved around the couch and approached C'loy cautiously, attempting a small, reassuring smile as he reached out to take the red...dress. Looking down at the fabric in his hands, he clutched it a little closer to him to keep control of the slight quivering, then looked back up at C'loy, attempting to read the teenager. To figure out if he was really dangerous or not. "It's X'rx. And, um...I'll try it on, but that's all, okay?"

He moved away from the bronzeweyrling, turning away from him to slip out of his trousers then dropped the dress down over his head. It fit surprisingly...well. Naturally dresses probably would, seeing as how they were often just one bit of loose fabric, but the lines of the dress hugged his frame properly. It was...well, creepy. Like C'loy had somehow got his measurements without him knowing. X'rx smoothed it out a little nervously then turned around again, meeting the bronzeweyrling's eyes. His hands went up to the braid to finish taking it out, a nervous gesture; he needed something to occupy them.

"It's, um, very nice. The dress. Thank you?" Please say that the kid would leave now.

[Sebz]

"Fly me?" C'loy blanched, the pieces of the conversation clicking for the first time, causing him to take yet another step back, away from the dragon. "I don't want to fly you," he exclaimed, a flush creeping onto his face to match X'rx, eyes widening and staring at the rider, nodding vigorously as X'rx spoke. Yes, just try it on, that's what he wanted.

The rigid weyrling relaxed slightly as the greenrider approached him and lifted the fabric from his arms. Finally, they were getting somewhere. The bronze weyrling clasped his hands in anticipation as Xr'x-he was pleased to finally learn his name- turned from him and slipped it over his head. Had he gotten the measurments right? Would it fit him properally? Was it- all of C'loys questions were answered as the greenrider turned once more, the red dress flaring at his anckles.

It was perfect, and the boy grinned as X'rx seemed to agree. "Please say you'll keep it?" C'loy begged. It was made for him, and it wouldn't do for anyone else to have it.

(I'm so sorry for the delay Req <3, and I'm sorry this is a short and sucky post. My life is kinda crazy right now >< *licks*)

[Requiem]

Well, that at least cleared that bit up, then. X'rx relaxed slightly. C'loy, too, seemed to relax after his initial reaction to what Eveyth had said and the greenrider's aggreeing to try on the dress. The man blinked at his odd visitor. Keep it? Well, he supposed that it clearly had been made specifically for him and wouldn't fit anyone else unless they were pretty much his exact size. Which wouldn't be very many people at all. Still...

"I guess? I don't really...you know...wear dresses." Strange kid, indeed. He smoothed his hands over the skirt of the dress in yet another manifestation of his nervous nature, then glanced back toward Eveyth, who had calmed down in response to X'rx's partial relief. He still was having trouble figuring all of this out, though. "Um, can I ask you why you made me a dress, considering I don't know you and you didn't even know my name?"

Who knew where this odd visit might have gone from there had not yet another person come through his door without so much as a by your leave. This one didn't even bother to pretend at social graces by knocking first. Shards. X'rx may not have known him on a personal level, but most people would recognize the volatile little weyrlingmaster on sight. If Cr'oph and Jazheera had the potential of setting him off, what was a greenrider in a dress with one of his new weyrlings going to do?

Apparently stand there with a decidedly unreadable expression on his face for what seemed like an eternity but probably only actually lasted a few seconds. "Can you please explain to me," M'ta began, at a deceptively calm and soft decibel, "why that, when I go to find a certain bronzeweyrling after curfew who has been skipping lessons, he is not only missing from his own weyr but is instead in yours, with a man in a dress?"

X'rx opened his mouth to say something, paused, and closed it again, glancing toward C'loy. That was actually...a very good question. One he'd just realized that he had no more of an answer for than M'ta did. The greenrider fidgeted with the skirt of the dress, edging back around the couch. He didn't want to die. M'ta would have to catch him first.

[Sebz]

C'loy had been about to explain to X'rx just why dresses were so comfortable and his reasoning, strange as it may be, for him to have made the dress, determined to make him the first of many converts, when a movement near the doorway caught his eye. Shards. Shards shards shards. "Good evening sir," C'loy managed to say as he started shifting not so subtly away from the weyrlingmaster.

"Umm?" Well, when M'ta put it that way, it did sound like a pretty bad situation. Skipping lessons seemed harmless enough... that was until you were being confronted by the weyrling master who quite frankly scared C'loy. And how on earth was he supposed to explain X'rx modelling his dress for him? "Well you see... what had happened was...Itwassupposedtobeasurpriseforyou." C'loy was soeloquent when he was nervous, but thinking that perhaps he would be able to talk his way out of the situation, he pressed onward.

The boy was quiet for a second, trying to figure out exactly how he should phrase what was coming next. He glanced at X'rx for support, but found that the greenrider was no longer by his side, but had retreated further back from the WeyrlingMaster. C'loy followed suit, and took another small step backwards. "You know it's almost your birthday," C'loy said, praying that it was, "And the weyrling class was going to chip in and give you a new pair of gather clothes, so I thought that I could save their marks and just make it for you instead! X'rx here was just helping me decide what kind of fabric I should use." At this point, the bronze weyrling began to circle around the greenrider, eyeing him speculatively, throwing himself into the act. "These stitches here," he said, motioning for M'ta to approach, "Wouldn't suit your figure at all. You see," he added, now gaining confidence and striding towards M'ta and actually tapping his arms and motioning for them to be extended. "Now that your hear, it will be much easier to get your measurements. I was planning on sending one of my classmates into your weyr at night to get them for me, but this is much simpler. Legs shoulder width apart please."

C'loy knew full well this was probably going to end badly, but on the off chance that M'ta bought the ridiculous ploy, the weyrling was planning on having some fun.

[Requiem]

Oh this was definitely going from bad to worse. X'rx didn't know what had possessed this boy to make a dress for him, but he did know that unless C'loy was a complete lunatic that story he'd just concocted had to be a lie. There was no possible way that anyone in his right mind (yet alone several someones) would think that the glowering brownrider who looked like a walking arsenal was going to wear a dress to Gather. Though at least that was better than attempting to say he'd put X'rx in a dress specifically as a present. Sort of. No...they really were equally bad.

Greeeeeeeeeaat. Just great. X'rx attempted to hold still and look as much like a man who was standing in for a shorter, better muscled man as possible...if men normally wore dresses. He tried not to fidget too much. If he'd known the truth he would have told it in a heartbeat, but since he didn't, his best bet was to try to lend credence to C'loy's story some. "I'm...kind of close to your size," he ventured quietly, doing his best not to wilt when the man came forward just as C'loy had requested. Could they perhaps not have the man with all the knives standing this close? Perhaps?

Shards but that kid had balls. X'rx almost found it admirable...you know, if the same kid wasn't likely going to get him killed by showing up here in the first place with that ridiculous dress of his. He was touching the weyrlingmaster of doom. (Which weyrlingmaster must be specified. There was nothing particularly brave about touching Sel'n.) From M'ta's expression, he didn't seem nearly as impressed by C'loy's courage. No, he looked distinctly unimpressed, and if the weyrling had thought he'd get M'ta to stand for measurements he seemed destined to be disappointed.

And while that whithering stare was focused on C'loy, the greenrider slowly edged further and further behind the bronzeweyrling. Out of sight, out of mind? Maybe? By the time the weyrlingmaster finally spoke, he was completely blocked from X'rx's sight by C'loy's body. Operation Vanish complete. "So am I supposed to understand that you and your entire weyrling class decided to worry about my turnday two full months early, and to get your scary weyrlingmaster a dress? A dress that you then proposed to skip lessons to make by using that small greenrider as my stand-in?"

Okay, so much for out of sight, out of mind. Or maybe he just needed it to last a touch longer... Idly, X'rx couldn't help but think that M'ta's voice was a lot more imposing than his height. Curious. "You must be handweaving the cloth, too, if you're still not done after all the candlemarks you've missed. Satisfy my curiousity, C'loy...which poor sap were you weyrlings going to send in to my weyr to get stabbed?"

[Sebz]

"Not a dress," C'loy emphasized, giving a sigh of exasperation in the direction of his weyrlingmaster. "A gather outfit." Yes, it was a dress, but that really was enough to describe the hand crafted garment. No, M'ta, not a dress. A masterpeice. But even C'loy wasn't stupid enough to open his mouth and say that to the already annoyed brownrider. The weyrling blinked with relief when M'ta revealed his turnsday, it was not to far off. Yes, C'loy was convinced he would make this work.

"Come now, M'ta," C'loy tutted, stepping to the side so X'rx would find it impossibe to stay out of the other man's eyesight. He may not have your musculature, but the heights are about the same. Actually, I think X'rx is the taller of you too...." the boy bit back a grin, he was sure X'rx would absolutely adore him for pointing this fact out the the brownrider.

Was he serious? Was that a... threat? No, perhaps the weyrlingmaster was just being serious, C"loy wouldn't put it past the man, he might actually stab someone who roused him without warning. Storing that information in the back of his mind, the blonde folded his arms and took on an almost affronted facade. "You think I would risk the necks of one of my classmates? We were going to send someone with a firelizard or salamandyr. They could keep their distance while their pets woke you. I think even you would have trouble stabbing something that small, especially considering they were fast."

Moving on quickly as if to put that matter to rest, the weyrling turned back to X'rx and absently toyed with one of the loose sleaves on the arms. "It's not perfect yet," he said, eyes narrowed. "But then again, I have two month's to get it right." Turning back to M'ta, the blonde clasped his hands. "Please don't tell the other's you found out! It was supposed to be a surprise..."

[Requiem]

"That looks like a dress." Yup, the weyrlingmaster definitely wasn't buying it, at least by the near deadpan tone his voice had taken on. This was not looking good for X'rx at all. Not so long as C'loy was going to stick to this wild story...Oh, shards no! The greenrider found himself suddenly face-to-face with M'ta, the greenrider's eyes shifting away from the man's stony stare. Did he just...? Yes. He'd just pointed out that the man was shorter than X'rx. Greeeat. Oddly enough, though, the brownrider didn't respond as nastily as the greenrider might have thought. "Everyone is taller," was all he said, with a distinctly dismissive taint to the words.

X'rx winced as M'ta's expression took on an even darker cast, the man's eyes narrowing further on C'loy. Great. It would be really nice if the bronzeweyrling could keep his story straight. There was now quite the storm brewing behind those dark eyes, and X'rx got the distinct impression he was about to be castrated. Figuratively if not literally. The greenrider stepped in front of the bronzeweyrling. "It's my fault."

"No shit," M'ta responded icily.

X'rx flinched, but plowed on ahead anyway, meeting the brownrider's glare. "I, um, have this...well, it's embarrassing." He rubbed his arm lightly. "I like wearing womens' clothes when I'm alone," he concluded in a near whisper. Please, Faranth, don't let this get out. "C'loy, you know, I've seen him wearing a skirt before, and I knew he made clothes, so I thought...he'd understand...and..." He trailed off, not able to go any further with that and hoping that the weyrlingmaster would buy it.

A glance up showed that M'ta was looking from one to the other, weighing this. Then X'rx's head snapped up. Behruth was talking to Eveyth. He looked to C'loy in a near panic, only to hear M'ta snort softly. "Lying to save his pride...though I don't know how you thought it would when I caught him in that thing...is almost forgivable," the brownrider stated. "Skipping lessons to do this - foolishness - is not." In a heartbeat the man was suddenly closer, his hand darting up and snatching C'loy by the ear, twisting it and tugging down enough to leave the bronzeweyrling bent over awkwardly. "Don't you ever lie to me again, imbecile. I will flay the hide off you." He glanced at X'rx, a hint of a barely dectectable sneer on his lips. "Greenrider." Then he made his way out of X'rx's weyr, C'loy in tow.

The young man settled onto the couch, trembling. What. The. Fuck.