Collecting Shinies. (Tags; Rei)

[Rei]

Danar nodded at the flight explanation. Of course! K’lir had to sleep with T’rid. His dragon had been caught, that was understandable, and obviously the green rider had better taste in men than T’rid. His next statement however had Danar’s jaw dropping in shock. “Kahrelir? The kid is T’rid’s!!?” The candidate took another searching look at the baby and then turned his gaze toward K’lir looking the rider up and down. He had assumed that the green rider was male but now that he looked at him…well maybe the rider was female.

Danar took a long hard look at Lir’s chest. The baby was hiding one side and the rider’s shirt was really too baggy to see the other side clearly. If the green rider had small breasts, likely so with his or was it her small size. They would be very easy to hide in such a baggy garment. Confusion rapidly flickered across Danar’s face. Finally he decided that he had originally made a mistake. “I’m sure you’re a good mother. So was T’rid even around for the birth? I bet not. What a sleaze bag. I mean he knocked you up, the least he could do is own up to it. I’m sorry he is such a jerk. Bronze rider’s should be more honorable. They are supposed to set an example and he is a piss poor one.”

Danar gritted his teeth and scowled at an imaginary T’rid. The man really was insufferable. Showoff’s comment took his mind off the poor mother for a moment. He half smiled at the mandyr proclamation that he was indeed king. The comment about his nakedness had Danar paling slightly. “Um I’m naked because your bonded’s dragon shredded my pants.” Leaving the bronze with that tidbit of information he caught K’lir’s comment and he actually blushed a little. “Um thanks for the compliment I guess. I’ll take your advice to heart. I really don‘t need something stealing from me. Then again I don‘t really have much he would probably want.”

The candidate turned his attention to Hero, as the bronze was shifting in obvious discomfort. Running his hand along the bronze’s body he started to scrape the sand off him and Hero almost purred in contentment. Oh that felt so good! Yes very good he had been oh so itchy. It was probably time for his to oil him again. “So how long have you had Calistoth? She’s really pretty. I don’t fancy making her mad again. Does she always shred random peoples clothes or an I just special?” Danar winked at K’lir in a friendly manner. Really she wasn’t so bad, even if she was a bit on the eccentric side.

[glamourie]

… He believed it?

K’lir’s eyebrows raised. Both of them. And then he bit down hard enough to draw blood, warm and coppery, on his tongue. It took that level of effort to keep from dissolving into hysterical giggles. The idea that Danar believed he was really a woman was… hilarious, especially since he’d already introduced himself as K’lir. What, did he think that the name was just -- some kind of mockery? Or that girls shortened their names as well? Was he that new to Weyr culture? K’lir decided not to tell Danar anything that could incriminate himself. That the boy believed him was -- was astounding and he could just imagine what T’rid’s response to hearing that he had a son would be. The look the bronze rider would wear would be priceless. T’rid was very visually expressive (in K’lir’s experience) so it would be hysterical, especially if he was confused at first. He’d probably stammer and immediately protest, possibly throw things --

The green rider shifted his weight and bowed his head, primarily to hide the devilish smile he wore. That one movement made him spy out of the corner of his eye that Danar was staring at his chest and his next action was to act on impulse -- he actually leaned up to smack Danar across the face. Not as hard as he could (K’lir fancied himself quite the excellent smacker) but enough to make a point. Women didn’t generally like it when men stared at their chests, after all. Most of them took great offense, and if he was going to act (he wasn’t generally very good at it - he certainly couldn’t compare to R’wign), he may as well try to be believable.

“Keep your eyes on my face when you’re talking to me, candidate.” He didn’t answer Danar’s questions immediately, instead trying to fix the boy with a glare. It was hard to do when really he wanted to dissolve into giggles. The question, though, made him sniff - indignant. That he could at least be honest about. “T’rid? Around a woman giving birth? Are you nuts? I’m pretty sure that he would faint. At the very least I think he’d cry.” Somehow K’lir could not imagine the bronze rider being able to handle a woman in labor. He was so squeamish about him let alone someone in pain and grouchy. K’lir himself had been slightly intimidated by Beka when she gave birth right on his bed (awkward), but he’d handled it like a pro in his opinion. He didn’t faint, cry, or whimper, and he’d managed to not stare at the gushing blood all overh is wonderful bedding (which he then threw away). Champion status indeed. “If you think Selenitas bronze riders set the example, think again. We’ve got P’nor who doesn’t really… do anything, T’rid who sucks at existing as you’ve doubtlessly noticed, R’non vanishes at the drop of a hat, N’tia is always in hiding, I’m pretty sure all of our weyrlings are an embarrassment to our species… S’rei, K’roi, and Ka’rys are probably the only ones worth their salt, all former Weyrleaders at that. Except K’roi. Nix the former there.”

Showoff stared at Danar for a moment before finally diving down K’lir’s shirt in the back. The bronze disappeared from sight, obviously not that impressed, though he did spit out a simple, Ugly no want pantless WEIRD. Because he’d be the expert on that.

How long had he… had Calistoth? … What unusual wording. “I impressed Calistoth over three turns ago. Close to four, at that,” he explained, then quirked an eyebrow. “And Showoff a month later. And she always destroys other people’s belongings when they talk to her directly. She takes offense at it, as if you think she should have to answer you.” Rolling one shoulder, K’lir crinkled his nose. “How long have you been a candidate and which hold do you hail from?”

[Rei]

Danar’s searching stare was cut short as K’lir’s hand connected with his face. Taking a stumbling step back and rubbing his cheek the lad almost blushed. “Oh.. I… uh. Sorry.” He finished lamely. The candidate made sure to pay close attention to what Lir was saying after that, and less attention to her body. He found himself drawn into the riders words. “Yeah true that. He would probably faint or run screaming from the room. Brave that bronze rider is.” Danar snorted, decidedly put out. What a sharding moron T‘rid was. Poor Lir. To have to deal with that idiot.

Danar’s thoughts of cursing T’rid where put on hold as the green rider started speaking about the Selenitas bronze riders. Other people’s opinions where always good to have. They told things about people you didn’t always see yourself. Hero chirped uncomfortably shifting to and fro as his bonded mused. Finally when Showoff disappeared the bronze leapt off his bonded, no longer able to stay still. Twirling once he chirped at the riders before winging off down the beach in search of something more interesting. “Yeah I can’t say I’m all that impressed with most of our bronze riders either. Ka’rys and S’rei are the only two I think are actually worth their dragons. Can‘t really speak for K‘roi. I don‘t hear much about him.” In truth the Weyrleader was a bit of a mystery to most.

Danar smiled as Lir spoke of Calistoth. He shot the green a wary look before commenting. “Ah I wasn’t thinking she’d take offense. I even told her she didn’t have to respond.” The candidate shifted before continuing. “Let her know I meant no harm.” The green rider’s question slightly surprised Danar. The surprise was indicated in his tone as he answered. “Selenitas born and bred actually. I‘ve been here my whole life. Only been a candidate for only this year though. I wasn’t sure I wanted to impress after my mother died.” He trailed off after that comment, a slight pang of grief made itself known but quickly dissipated. “Are you hold bred?” He questioned Lir, before throwing one last look at his bronze as the creature zoomed over a rocky outcropping and disappeared.

[glamourie]

“And you hear much about Ka’rys?” K’lir inquired, curious. He decided to drop the topic of T’rid - it would probably give away his lie and he was having way too much fun picking at Danar; he really was precious. “I was under the impression he kept his head low. Though, being involved with a gold rider tends to attract attention. Happened to S’rei too.” Before S’rei and Shmee became involved, he had no more notoriety at Selenitas than the average bronze rider -- well, given the circumstances. But Shmee being Senior Weyrwoman meant S’rei was constantly in the spotlight and he’d thrown a chair at the Headwoman, once upon a time. Before the hatching that had given him Calistoth, in fact. He remembered the occasion vividly (Aslath was clutching, hard to forget after all). Ka’rys was involved with the Junior Weyrwoman -- so he supposed it made some sense that candidates heard about the bronze rider, though as far as he knew, the Blizzard Wingleader didn’t talk much. His only experiences with Ka’rys were unpleasant though.

Turning halfway to look at Calistoth, K’lir clicked his tongue. However, his gaze followed Hero as the bronze fire lizard flew off, and he inclined an eyebrow in interest. What was he doing…? But he didn’t inquire. None of his business. A casual look in the direction of his green made him smirk in amusement. “Calistoth is probably one of the most temperamental greens to ever hatch on Selenitas sands, Danny,” yes, he’d said the nickname out loud, “and you’ll be hard-pressed to find one that can match her in terms of ego. Her clutch mate Dasmonth might be the only one who can, where that’s concerned, and Das thinks she’s a queen so I’m not sure it counts. Calistoth knows she’s a green -- and she looks down on queens as nothing more than brood mothers.” Smiling, he turned his head and shrugged one shoulder. “You were doomed from the start. It’s really quite hard to stay in her good graces.”

Much easier, though, to stay in her bad. However, Danar wasn’t there - yet. Calistoth did not have a vendetta against the boy, though she did think him quite ridiculous. Odds were she’d forget him in a matter of days, as was typical of his lovely queen. She never remembered anyone unless she absolutely detested them and Danar… well, she found him silly, but that wasn’t quite the same thing, not by a long shot. One day Danar would (probably) know exactly what that difference was, but K’lir was not really eloquent enough to explain it. He chose instead to drop the topic of his green entirely, as the more he talked about her, the more interested she became, and the candidate did not need the full attention of a grown green dragon on him. He probably would be frightened.

The question struck him as out of the blue, though, and K’lir blinked twice before shaking his head ‘no.’ “My brother K’ran is a bronze rider here. K’ran of Elazrith. My mother and father are a green and brown rider respectively. I’ve been at Selenitas my whole life too, can’t imagine anything else. Why? Do I come across as hold bred?” If he did, well, it would be obvious how little ‘Danny’ knew. K’lir was pretty fond of hopping furs to furs. “How have you been here so long without me noticing you? What did you do, hide in a corner or something?” Actually it was more likely the reverse. K’lir never talked to anyone as a child, except to fight, and even then, it was usually just smart comments. K’ran was more social, but -- “That’s awkward… Your parents dragon riders?”

[Rei]

Danar shook his head. “Nope I don’t hear to much about Ka'rys but from what I’ve seen he is a pretty stable guy. I mean if the junior weyrwoman is with him he has to have a pretty good head on his shoulders. I’ve really have not heard anyone say a bad thing about him. Things also weren’t too bad when he ran the place.” The candidate trailed off and sent a silent question to his flitter who replied back with an image of a rock pool. Apparently there where things in it the little flit found of interest.

Danny? Danar lifted his gaze to look at Lir curiously but didn’t comment. If she wanted to call him Danny he didn’t mind. His gaze turned to Calistoth and he watched the green in case she made any sudden movements. The lad didn’t comment on Lir’s dragon's actions. Not all dragons could be pleasant, and although his mothers Tianith had been sweet not all dragon’s where such. In fact the only time Tianith had been annoying was when she was proddy. No doubt Calistoth was unbearable then. Really it didn’t matter because Danar was confident he was going to impress a bronze. He didn’t have to worry about temperamental greens.

Lir’s surprise made Danar shake his head empathetically. “Oh no you don’t come off as hold bred at all.” He shifted before continuing. The sun was starting to warm the sand to an uncomfortable level and he was cursing the fact that he had chosen to go barefoot. “My mothers name was Keiara of green Tianith. She died of pneumonia when I was 11. My father I never met. She wasn’t sure if I was a product of flightlust or her own promiscuous ways. Never knew my father, but really I don’t mind.” He smiled broadly at Lir. “Your brother is a bronze rider? That’s cool. I’m gonna impress a bronze as well.” The confidence in Danar’s tone was unmistakable.

The green rider's comment of Danar being in hiding had him shaking his head. “Nah I never really hid, I just had a bout of depression for awhile after my mother passed. She was my only family and after she died I was stuck in with the weyr staff. Really this place is pretty big. We probably ran into each other before but never really remembered. Although you are pretty memorable.” Suddenly Hero burst out from between a small shell clutched in his talons. Hovering above Lir he dropped it down his shirt. It was obviously a gift for his new red friend. After all the little frill had saved him from the evil Fuzz. He deserved a present.

Danar stared in horror at his flit. Had he just dropped something down Lir’s shirt! How the hell would that be taken. “Hero! You don’t drop things down people’s shirts! Especially not girls!” After scolding his flit, who cheeped in confusion, he turned to the green rider. “I’m sorry about him. He didn’t mean to. I think he was trying to give Showoff a gift.”

[glamourie]

If the Junior Weyrwoman - Head on shoulders - uh, no. K’lir stared openly at Danar for a moment before smiling in what he hoped was a reassuring expression. In his not so humble opinion, anyone who willingly became involved with a gold rider was lacking a head on their shoulders. At the very least they were touched in the head. Then again, K’lir thought remarkably little of gold riders in general. Shmee was less than stellar in terms of intelligence and though she’d done well by Selenitas Weyr for the most part, K’lir did not respect her very much. Savitri struck him as a nag, and frankly, he didn’t appreciate women who acted so much like women. Any of them who felt the need to mother everyone they came in contact with were infuriating and were a classic example of why he preferred men in his furs. Kaegan was -- well, K’lir knew little about her but she was from Benden which meant she probably wasn’t all that impressive of an individual, either. He’d yet to encounter a gold rider he genuinely respected or even liked. Savitri most certainly fell under the ‘dislike’ category. The woman seemed completely obsessed with bossing everything and everyone around in the few encounters he had with her, and K’lir went away with a distaste. He doubted Ka’rys’s sanity and intelligence… but, he kept that thought private.

“I don’t recall meeting your mother. Mine might know her; I’d have to ask though and every time I come near her she goes into coo-fits and starts fussing that Kahrelir doesn’t talk. It bothers her almost more than it does me, remarkably,” he admitted, his gaze falling back on the boy in his arms. Kahrelir was drooling on his shoulder still, sleeping on obliviously. Lir envied him. “Why would you want to Impress a bronze? I mean - they’re so big, bulky, and they’re at a disadvantage in all flights except queen flights.” That much he knew was completely true. “Greens like to do quick twists, turns and bolt around - they’re agile and fast. Bronzes rarely can keep up with them, so you’re pretty much stuck with gold riders if you Impress a bronze - and also with a creature guaranteed to be both excessively large and therefore requiring a lot of effort to oil, and also excessively egotistical. Maybe it’s just me - but I’m really glad I Impressed a green. I mean, I get to be right up, front and center in Threadfall, and I don’t have to worry about trying to organize and impress a bunch of morons.”

Turning to look toward Calistoth, K’lir cocked his head to the side. Actually, he’d expected to Impress a bronze when he was young, too, but he was going to neglect mentioning that to slake his ego and also because it would give away his lie. “Calistoth loves her blues,” he said with a definite sly smile. “She prefers them over any other color. Thoth, Beka’s blue - he’s her absolute favorite, but she’s fond of Cherilith who looks to Saeo, too. Blues are about the only color that can keep up with her wily ways, too, though Jessereth of Z’hin managed it well enough last time.” Nudging the sand with his toe, K’lir bit his bottom lip and then turned to Danar. “Well, I hope if you Impress that it is a bronze, since that’s what you want… but don’t be asking me to help you oil the beast. I can barely stand Elazrith and he’s one of the best tempered bronzes ever to hatch.”

It was likely that K’lir had never encountered Danar before because, simply put, K’lir didn’t make many friends. He was also older, which might have influenced it… especially if the other boy was depressed for awhile. Though, really, it was a good thing: if Danar did remember him, it would have blown his game to smithereens. “Pretty memorable? How?” K’lir asked, unsure whether to take the comment as a compliment or insult; he was naturally prone to being very defensive and that one statement left a lot up to interpretation.

He was prevented from receiving his answer, however, as Hero reappeared above his head. Tilting his head back to look at the fire lizard, he was quickly surprised as something went down the back of his shirt toward Showoff and he wriggled in surprise. The bronze salamandyr, however, quite quickly snatched the shell up and came flying out of the shirt to perch on Lir’s shoulder and tilt his new prize back and forth in the light. Flaring his frill in delight, his wings spread and Showoff let loose with a series of scratchy chirps and chittering that could only be described as pure bliss. Good, stupidFlyerMine! Good good! Is pretty shiny! Is pretty shine! Sanks! Sanks! Curling possessively around his new gift, the salamandyr displayed for all to see. Look look stupidMine is pretty is pretty look look!

“I see it,” K’lir said with a wry smile toward Showoff, once he stopped wriggling from the sensation. Danar’s apologies made him blink and he shrugged one shoulder absently, “I’ve had far worse things go down my shirt. Imagine vomit. Shell’s nothing compared to that, and Kahrelir, for all his sweetness, has this habit of puking right down my back. Makes me want to just drown sometimes…”

[Rei]

The fact that Kahrelir didn’t talk made Danar cock his head and examine the lad again. “He doesn’t speak? Perhaps he’s just a late bloomer. I wouldn’t worry to much. He seems pretty content.” Smiling softly at Lir, he looked up towards his hovering flitter, and then back at Lir, as the green rider asked about his impression choice. “I’ve just always known I wanted a bronze. I love Selenitas and a bronze would give me the chance to lead the place I love. To make it whole and good again. That is if my bronze catches the senior queen when she rises. Running things has never really bothered me. I actually prefer to be in charge when I can manage it” Trailing off the candidate let his thoughts wander for a bit before bringing them back to the present.

“I really don’t mind if he’s big and bulky. Washing and oiling dragons never bothered me. I used to do it all the time when Tianith was alive and although a bronze would be tons more work I really don’t think I’d mind. Besides when it’s your own dragon you a bit immune to their personality quirks. At least they don’t bother you as much as they might bother someone else.” Danar paused as Lir went on about Calistoth again. Smiling he looked over at the green. “I don’t blame her for liking blues. They probably follow her better in the air. I’ve seen some blues pull of stunts I don’t even think some greens could do. Not that Calistoth is just any green. I bet she outshines them all.” Really the candidate had only stuck the complement on the end to save his hide if the green had been listening. He had enough of a run in with Calistoth’s temper to not want a repeat of the scene.

Lir’s question about his comment had Danar shuffling awkwardly. “Well I mean you really quite good looking and your very upfront. If I had met you I really would have remembered.” The candidate smiled shyly and quickly took another look at Hero to avoid blushing. The bronze flitter was gliding in circles above the riders. He gave a happy chirp at Showoff’s words. The red frilly had liked his gift! He had thanked him! Giving a flute he settle don Danar’s shoulder and nuzzled hispet. Was he still upset? Danar chuckled and stroked down Hero’s back. “Eww that really does have to be uncomfortable. Still I’ll remind him not to go dropping things down your shirt, or anyone else’s for that matter. Not everyone would have reacted as nicely as you just did.”

[glamourie]

“He’s content enough,” K’lir admitted with a look toward Kahrelir. Late bloomer. It was possible, but -- truthfully, K’lir was not sure that was what the case was. Kahrelir was intelligent, of that there was no doubt. The boy could braid fabric as well as anyone, he was capable of following instructions, walked flawlessly and could dress himself. He was practically a little genius as far as K’lir was concerned. But -- he didn’t speak. He didn’t cry, either, and that was probably what worried the green rider the most. Two turn olds were supposed to be terror on two legs, and Kahrelir was almost flawlessly behaved. At the very least he could be described as a very well-mannered child, alarmingly so. But -- K’lir knew for a fact his child was never mistreated. Not by him, not by Beka and not by anyone else. There was no one who didn’t find that boy adorable as far as K’lir knew, so… so maybe it wasn’t really a major problem…? He… didn’t know. It worried him. All parents worried, he was told, but…

Wait, did -- he really -- K’lir was amused. He blinked at Danar for a moment before looking toward Calistoth and considering the words. Immune to personality traits? Oh, he was going to be in for a nasty shock if he believed that. While K’lir was usually buffered from some of Calistoth’s more unpleasant traits, to imply that he was immune was a grossly incorrect assumption. Her temper affected him just as badly, and he spent all of his time trying to fix the problems she caused. Sixteen he was at Impression and he learned quickly to discipline himself in a level of self-control that was drastically more impressive than he’d ever displayed prior. Calistoth forced that out of him. He had to be controlled, keep his temper in line, keep his personality in check, because she never would and if left to her own devices, the green would fight constantly. One of them had to behave properly, and if she wouldn’t, it fell on him to do so. Danar was going to have a good time if he honestly thought dragon personalities did not affect their riders.

As Danar spoke, Calistoth flicked her tail and watched him animatedly. She was not one to be won over by compliments -- but it certainly helped. K’lir glanced at her and half-shrugged. “She’s fond of blue Thoth, of Beka. Ever since she Hatched, she’s been fond of him. I think she prefers blues though because they’re dedicated. Browns will chase golds from time to time -- but most blues will only Chase greens, and those that are brave enough to chase her often are very sincere.” He shrugged and then eyed his dragon thoughtfully. “Could be that they’re the only ones who keep up though. She likes creating obstacle courses in her flights. She also has a gift for Rising at the absolutely most inconvenient times possible, like when everyone is at Gather.” Rolling his eyes, K’lir bounced Kahrelir lightly as the boy squirmed, beginning to wake. “Shh, shh -- back to sleep, you…” He lowered his voice, intentionally, “We’ll stop squirming soon, promise…”

The green rider cast a half-glance toward Hero as he flew around, and then turned his attention back to Danar curiously. “Before I Impressed, I didn’t really talk except to pick fights.” That was totally, completely honest. However, his confusion at being called ‘good looking’ was evident on his face. Only the reminder that Danar thought him a girl kept him from inquiring for further explanation; not many people called him attractive, because frankly, he looked too much like a woman to be considered truly male. Acted like one times too. “Thank you for the compliments. You shouldn’t worry about how people will react though. For a flit, your bronze is surprisingly lacking in the annoying noise making habits.” He was speaking quietly, to avoid drawing Kahrelir’s attention again. “Besides, he’s placating Showoff… I can forgive him putting things down my shirt if it keeps the little bronze nuisance happy.”

And Showoff was happy. In fact, the salamandyr sat on K’lir’s free shoulder and continually turned the shell in the light, admiring it. He was very happy indeed.

[Rei]

D’nar watched Lir interact with her son and shifted again. The sun was making the sand unbearably hot. Throwing a glance towards Calistoth he smiled. “Her? Create obstacle courses? I bet she does. So she is the green who made the famous gather rise last year.” The candidate smiled and shook his head. “I’ve heard rumors she was rather nasty but now I get to see her in person.” Calistoth really was pretty. Her hide was vibrant and she had perfect body tone. He candidate’s gaze was torn from Calistoth as Lir spoke and he half frowned. “Is he ok? It’s getting awfully hot. I wouldn‘t want him to get uncomfortable on account of me not knowing when to shut up.” D’nar’s voice contained trace amounts of his concern. He really would be upset. He liked kids.

D’nar looked up as Hero was mentioned and smiled before turning his attention to Lir. Blushing slightly he shifted. “Well I wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t true. You are pretty. T’rid is an idiot. I hope he doesn’t put you off men. He is hardly one at all. He gives us a bad name.” Turning his face up he whistled and Hero alighted on his wrist obediently with a soft chirp. “Yeah Hero is surprisingly quiet for a bronze I’m told. He doesn’t have a big ego either which surprises me. I thought all bronzes had ego. He is happy to please people and he loves to give gifts to his friends.” Stroking along the flitters back he elected a hum of pleasure from the creature. Hero chirped to Showoff. His new red frilly friend liked the present right? He deserved it after all.

((It really sucks sorry ;o;)) ((Ack!!!! edits Dx Omg Rei fail xDD))

[glamourie]

[ SON. SON. KAHRELIR = BOY. NOT DAUGHTER. XDD!! ]

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“She’d be the one, yeah,” K’lir replied with a slight glance toward Calistoth. The green snorted at him, indignant, and flicked her wings again. Rolling his eyes (so as not to encourage the beast’s blatant vanity), the greenrider gave a light shrug. “She doesn’t like other females much. Other greens, golds -- even human females tend to touch on her nerves. She’s particularly spiteful of Rielana’s green, Jeminorth. Can’t stand her, but they’ve fought since they hatched. If you actually attended Aslath’s first hatching, you might remember it. Calistoth and her got into a huge fight right after breaking shell.” And it took all of his effort not to spring forward and kill Rielana after he Impressed, so strong was the sudden dislike that he felt. If dragons could hate, Calistoth would have hated her clutch sister. As it was, K’lir was not entirely sure she didn’t. People said dragons didn’t understand emotions of that intensity, but he wasn’t completely sure he disagreed. Calistoth seemed to, at least on the basic feeling level. Maybe it was because she was more ‘feeling’ oriented than intelligence, though. Calistoth was definitely an emotional dragon.

Casting a half-glance toward the baby in his arms, K’lir considered. He was getting a little fussy, but they were in direct sunlight. It probably would’ve done them well to go inside and get cleaned up, maybe eat something. The baby had eaten earlier but -- it was possible he was hungry again. Or hot. Sometimes he got overheated…

Most of his thoughts came to a stop as Danar actually explained how ‘pretty’ he was. Part of K’lir felt a little guilty, stringing him along, but -- if he couldn’t remember that it was a boy who Impressed the meanest green of Aslath’s first clutch, maybe he deserved it. It was a harmless joke really, no feelings were going to get hurt. Besides, the compliment was somewhat flattering, if uncomfortable; K’lir wasn’t used to anyone complimenting him about anything other than being… well, being K’lir. He wasn’t known for being a nice person. He was known for having a devious streak the size of a gold dragon and quite a mouth on him. That was his claim to fame, and for anyone to… think anything else of him was beyond unusual. Yes, it was flattering, but a touch discomforting as well, as if Danar’s head wasn’t entirely on straight. He almost blushed but stopped himself by focusing on Kahrelir, who took that moment to squirm again, obviously fussing.

“You’re a good kid,” K’lir commented, and actually meant it. “I don’t judge anyone by T’rid. He’s a special case all on his own. I don’t even think his dragon likes him all that much.” Oh, he was sure that Corinth liked T’rid in the sense that T’rid was his but he was betting the poor bronze got a continual headache from the attitude that his rider displayed. He certainly was agitated by Calistoth more often than not. “What’s done is done anyway. Besides, I think I may have traumatized him. Remember me saying earlier how there was at least one bronze rider who couldn’t stand me? T’rid would be the one I meant. Mention ‘Lir’ around him just once, watch him go into orbit. It’s actually pretty funny how skittish he gets. It’s like he thinks I’ll bite him or something.” Yum yum, bronze rider. Perfect afternoon snack…?

Showoff chirruped to Hero and then dove back into K’lir’s shirt with his prize. Smirking, K’lir nodded. “He’s probably the first bronze without an ego. Good that he’s good to you though. But - listen, I do need to get going inside. I think Rel’s getting fussy and needs to get something to eat in him, and it’s pretty hot out here. I’ll probably have to give him a bath. Good luck at Millieth’s hatching. Sorry about your pants. If you want, I can pay you for them - just… hunt me down later on. I’m in the family weyrs thanks to fuss butt here.” He gestured to Kahrelir for emphasis, and then started toward Calistoth. “Try not to tick off any more green dragons while I’m gone, would you? I don’t want to have to rescue you or something.”

Without waiting for a response, K’lir walked off to collect his duck and head back inside. It would be interesting to see if he heard any rumors about a pants less candidate later on - and he fully intended to listen in case of that happening. Nothing better than gossip to keep him amused.