Good Morning? (Glam<3)

[missa]

Thoth woke before his bonded, curled around Calistoth rather comfortably. He'd won. Calistoth had chosen him, over all the others. Well, over the browns anyway. That was enough to put him in a very smug mood, enough to ignore the fact that His would probably be out for his blood when she finally woke up. For now though, she was sleeping and so was his lovely mate. His Calistoth.

Beka would have been quite content to continue sleeping, and had Thoth's smug feelings not stirred her, she probably would have. As it was, she didn't even want to move. She was rather comfortable where she was, warm even. Anai and Pita weren't bickering over who was lying next to her head, and that was a rarity in itself. Grumbling slightly as she lifted a hand to rub her eyes and blink blearily, three things were remembered in the space of a few seconds. Thoth had chased, Thoth had caught Calistoth, and she was lying next to K’lir.

Yelping softly, Beka rolled away from the warmth – only to fall out of the bed and land on the floor.
Thoth you are so dead! Mentally threatening him even as she fought a wave of panic, Beka didn’t even look at the blue dragon. She hadn’t wanted this. Ever! Why did Thoth have to chase? That it had been Calistoth and she knew K’lir, that he was one of her few friends was only a small comfort.
I would say sorry BekaMine. But I’m not. Of course he wasn’t sorry. He’d been quite happy to catch Calistoth, ecstatic that she had chosen him over those silly browns.

Had it been any other time, Beka would have been proud of his flying; that he had managed to out fly not one, but two browns. Right now though, she wanted him to know how upset she was with him. Or maybe it would just be a good idea to leave it and attack him when Calistoth wasn’t there to bite her head off for yelling at her mate. Now she really wished she hadn’t woken up.

[glamourie]

Clunk. K'lir winced and snuggled deeper into his furs, trying to ignore the noise of clattering against the floor. It was hard, for the moment the noise sounded, a thousand others filled his senses; feelings, sounds, smells, scents, oh, and the fact that he was not alone. It wasn't the first time, thanks to Showoff (who was angry and K'lir didn't need to ask him why; Adith hadn't been chasing and Showoff viewed Uu'n as an extension of Dael so the silly 'mandyr probably got it into his head that he'd cheated on Uu'n or something), but it still felt awkward. Calistoth was still asleep, and so was Troublemaker, who was sleeping on top of her head. Showoff was awake, brooding, on one of the ledges in the room, but other than that it was quiet. Quiet save for the sounds of scurrying next to him. Scurrying, and generally being noisy. K'lir mumbled something quiet under his breath and then opened his eyes.

A flood of memories rushed back to him all at once, causing him to immediately close his eyes again. His fingers hurt, and he could feel blood underneath the nails, which meant he'd be cutting them and cleaning them later. Blood was a nuisance to get out. Who had he scratched? A flash of dark blue filled his mind and he slowly sat up, furs pooling in his lap, and stared into the weyr, where Calistoth was curled up against Thoth, her posture possessive even in sleep. Before she'd Risen, she'd claimed Thoth as hers; he feared for anyone unfortunate enough to come near him, dragon or human alike. But K'lir also feared for himself, for Thoth meant Beka and Beka meant --

"Shards!"

The sound of his voice was loud enough that even if Beka wasn't awake, she probably would've been then. It was quickly followed by the abrupt sound of knees and elbows hitting the floor on the other side of his furs as K'lir rolled over and scurried to put as much physical distance between himself and Beka (if she was even still there) as humanly possible. He pulled the top layer of his furs with him, curling it around his body as if he was modest, and let loose with a string of various profanities that would have gotten him slapped in the jaw if his mother heard him. Not that his mother was there. He laid flat on his back, hidden underneath the furs, in a rather pitiful attempt to hide that made Showoff turn and scamper from his ledge to look at him. Troublemaker opened one eye to stare across the weyr at K'lir before yawning (widely) and going right back to sleep. Weird humanthing.

As his heartbeat slowed back to a normal level, though, K'lir quietly spoke, hoping not to receive an answer, "Beka...? Are you still here?"

[missa]

”Shards!”

She’d thought him asleep, though with the amount of noise she’d made it was no surprise to Beka that Lir was awake. Still, the sudden sound of his voice made her jump, then scowl. What did he have to be swearing about. His dragon hadn’t gone against his very firm wishes to stay put, hers had. Quite content with putting distance between them, Beka merely buried her face in her hands. It was dark, that was a blessing, and even with K’lir swearing in the background, she could almost imagine the flight had never happened.

Or she could until he addressed her directly. She hadn’t been awake long enough to think about leaving, though now he said it… It would have been a good idea, avoid this entirely.
“Yes.” She didn’t want to talk to him, not with that reaction – not that she’d reacted any better to finding herself next to him. Beka was quite content to go into full sulking mode, though she did speak, somehow managing to sound uncertain and peeved in the same sentence.
“It’s not like I wanted this either you know. You don’t have to swear at me.” As it was she was dangerously close to either hysterics or tears.

Honestly? She could predict his reaction, K’lir had always been unpredictable, or at least he was to her. From the swearing, she’d guess his answer would be yes, though that would mean walking since Thoth had already informed her he was not moving. Sharding dragon. Anai apparently thought this thought meant her, as she popped in from between to land on Beka’s shoulder, not making a sound, just reassuring her bonded with her presence.
Lir would never hurt you.
Shut up, you’re not forgiven yet. He wouldn’t be forgiven until she forgot, or at least felt a little better.

[glamourie]

"I'm not swearing at you," K'lir corrected as he sat up, slowly, to look across the floors in Beka's general direction. His long brown-red hair covered over half of his face, which obscured the almost sullen look he wore. Perhaps it was for the better because K'lir definitely did not look pleased with the situation as it was. He liked Beka, he did, but he'd never thought of her as more than a friend. Granted, K'lir didn't have many friends (big surprise there) so he treasured the few he did have, but there was a line that was drawn in the metaphorical sand and ... thanks to Calistoth and Thoth, that line was smudged to a point of nonexistence. Truthfully, he wouldn't have minded so much if he didn't know most of Beka's history from their first meeting when she'd had a near-hysterical breakdown on him. Was it guilt that was making him feel so awkward? Maybe, but he'd go between alone and be left there before he admitted it to anyone else.

Lifting one hand to rub his temples, K'lir sighed. It was an exasperated sound. He wasn't being dishonest though. He was swearing in general but not meant to be at Beka herself. Interestingly enough, he hadn't really thought that she might take it that way, and couldn't suppress a scowl at the idea. Didn't she realize him having to ask if she was still there meant he was just swearing at the air? Frustration? Wasn't he entitled to be a little annoyed at the entire situation, or at least uncomfortable? He shook his head and then glanced up right as Showoff jumped off the ledge and onto his shoulder, his tail curling possessively around part of K'lir's neck. He was too small to curl his tail around more than a little under half of K'lir's neck. The bronze salamandyr didn't seem to notice or care, though.

"I'm swearing in general. You have to admit this is awkward." Scoffing, K'lir flopped back over onto the floor and stared up at the ceiling for a moment before sighing. "I'm not swearing at you. Can you toss me my clothing, please?"

Well, shards. More awkward. Not that K'lir cared. The only thing more awkward than asking for his clothing would've been wandering over to get it and just - no. He mentally cursed at Calistoth, who slept on, oblivious, while Showoff turned to give Beka a look bordering on pure hatred. He'd be over it in a few days but for the moment he thought she was trying to steal his and in the salamandyr's warped logic that meant he had to declare war on her and make her pay for the challenge. The only reason he hadn't attacked yet was because of the confusion and guilt he was feeling from K'lir; since neither emotion was common, Showoff wasn't sure what to make of his person-thing's behavior. Maybe he should bite him...

[missa]

“Oh.” It was the best she could come up with, she couldn’t pick his tone. Whether it was annoyed at her, or just her comment. If she was completely honest, she felt better that it was Lir, she knew him at least. Though that made avoiding him difficult, but at least he was a friend. Not that Thoth was off the hook, she was still going to ignore him for as long as they could both bear it.

Anai glared right back at Showoff, annoyed that he was glaring at her bonded like that. She had done nothing wrong, and he was being childish. Or at least, the green thought so.
“It is..” Very awkward, extremely awkward. Somehow there felt like there was a ‘but’ on the end of that, but Beka couldn’t figure out what else she could add to that. She was finding it awkward, but at least he was talking to her. Talking was good, talking stopped panic.

See? You were over reacting. Yes, maybe she was. At least she had an excuse to over react though. Glaring at Thoth again as she shooed Anai off her shoulder to pull her own shirt on, she glanced up at K’lir’s request. Toss him his clothes? He couldn’t just get them himself? Pulling a face at him, she did as asked,
“Here.” She muttered as she did so, unsure what else to say as she found her own pants.

Glancing back at K’lir and opening her mouth to say something, beka forgot what it was the moment she saw the expression in Showoff’s eyes. Of course, she did the only thing that made sense at that moment, she glared back. He couldn’t glare at the dragons, who had put them in this position, he had to glare at her. Of course. That just made complete sense. Anai came back to her shoulder, pointedly now ignoring the bronze salamandyr as she wound her tail around Beka’s neck. Biting down on her lip as she pulled her eyes from Showoff to look at Anai, Beka spoke softly and hesitantly,
“I’m sorry about this Lir..”

[glamourie]

K'lir remained silent as he retrieved his clothes, slinking down to the other side of the furs as if to hide. His position made the furs quite efficiently hide him from view and he used that advantage to pull on his clothes in a surprising burst of speed. Not that it was a matter of importance since modesty was not one of K'lir's better points, but he felt decidedly naked enough as it was, and not just in the physical sense. As much as he liked Beka, Lir was inherently a secretive being, someone who kept most of his real thoughts to himself. Anger manifested outwardly and resentment, but kindness, affection, and genuinely caring for someone, those were feelings he was careful to never allow to show. It wasn't the kind of person he was. Simply put, K'lir kept anything that could be taken - in his mind - as weakness down deep, buried beneath every negative feeling he could summon up, and he was extraordinarily embarrassed that anything remotely resembling kindness had shown itself in a public manner. Yes, he'd always been fond of Beka, but... he didn't want everyone to know that.

The bronze salamandyr hissed quietly at Beka and Anai both before curling up into a small ball. Angry as he was, he'd face them later. His was embarrassed and upset, and Showoff did not quite know what to make of it. Some part of him wanted to bite K'lir because that would distract him, but he didn't want to be yelled at, so he decided against it. It was all their fault. All of them. If Dael was mad at him he'd bite them all and tear up that winged dunghead's wings. The big one and the small one.

Beka's words made K'lir look up again and over the line of the furs to raise an eyebrow. He gazed through a long strand of blood red hair, the color tinting his vision just slightly before he squinted. The look said without words that he was puzzled and confused, bordering on mild concern. Why was she apologizing? It wasn't as though it was Beka's fault. Some dragon was bound to catch Calistoth. He was just lucky it was K'ran he woke up with. That would have been beyond embarrassing. There were just no words for how he would have reacted if he'd woken up with his brother. Beka was not a fate worse than death, he just didn't know how to deal with her yet.

"Don't apologize. Calistoth is happy with Thoth, so..." He shrugged, then rubbed his eyes. "We are going to be teased mercilessly."

[missa]

For as long as Lir was quiet, Beka could think. Even with Thoth's affection for Calistoth, she could still treat Lir as she had before couldn't she? It wasn't like they had to remain in the same weyr. Thoth could stay with Calistoth and Beka would share the bed with her flitts, and only her flitters. Yes, sounded like a good plan. Then, even with Thoth and Calistoth snuggling - would Calistoth even snuggle? She didn't seem like the type - maybe they could still be friends. K'lir was one of the only friends she did have, and Beka wasn't willing to lose him because of Thoth's devotion to the green.

Since she'd Impressed Thoth, Beka had seen little of Lura, and thus, K'lir was really all she had. In some way, she supposed she was fond of him, maybe more than what was normal. Even so, fear of being that close to someone again was enough to keep those feelings - what ever they were - firmly where Beka didn't have to deal with them. Lir might be trust worthy, but even with Thoth adoring Calistoth, could she bring don the walls she'd built up enough to say anything of that matter.

Pulling a face at the bronze salamandyr, Beka merely chose to ignore him. He could be as angry at her as he liked, it wasn't like Beka was going to be able to go back and change it. Silly 'mandyr. Anai, however, was not sure what to do. She wanted to defend Hers and hiss back, but Hers was also confused and uncertain how to react to things. She needed cuddles, and it was Lir that was confusing her. Anai adored K'lir, she couldn't think of a better mate for Hers. Yes, Lir was a good mate, Hers just needed to work that out, Lir wouldn't hurt her like her dreams did.

K'lir's look was enough to make Beka look away uncomfortably. It had always been something Beka had found some what different about Lir, his eyes said more than words ever could. Smiling slightly as he spoke, Beka nodded very slightly. If nothing else, the happiness Thoth was sending at her was enough that she should be happy,
"Thoth's happy with Calistoth." If she'd paid more attention to her blue, would she have noticed the growing affection for the snappy green? Would it have stopped him chasing?
No. Maybe not, but it might have stopped him catching, maybe he wouldn't have tried so hard. No, that was unlikely too. Teased? By whom? Beka's didn't voice her confusion at this statement though, instead examining the slight bruise on her upper arms as though they were of great interest. They weren't really, but it was better to make Lir think she understood his comment as she nodded.

[glamourie]

He better be.

Clearly, Calistoth was awake at last. Her 'voice' was dripping with sarcasm as her eyes flicked open. They swirled with a vivid, possessive green almost as bright as her own hide. She lifted her head to regard the two humans with a look bordering on nasty, and for good reason. She'd been quite happily sleeping and their jabbering woke her. Was there a purpose to the two of them talking back and forth so much, and not sleeping? Whatever it was, Calistoth thought that it could wait until she wasn't busy trying to rest. Didn't they have the remotest feelings of consideration for one of such worth as her? Snorting, the green rearranged herself, half-leaning against Thoth before resting her head downward again. There was no small amount of smugness in her posture as she made herself comfortable. If she was aware that her Flight had upset Beka, she clearly did not care. But it was more likely that the thought hadn't even registered on Calistoth. She didn't really acknowledge other people as possibly having feelings. She came first. End of story. Her K'lir was second, but only when he agreed with her. If he didn't agree, he didn't really merit much thought unless his disagreeing truly effected her in any way. His anxiety didn't, so she chose to ignore it completely. Her eyes fell closed, and she made herself more comfortable.

K'lir glanced at the green for a moment before turning back toward Beka. "Calistoth says he'd better be." He perhaps shouldn't have mentioned that, but it wasn't as though Beka couldn't guess what Calistoth's reaction would be. The green's vanity wasn't exactly a secret. She'd always favored Thoth, true enough, but it shouldn't have been news to anyone that Calistoth thought she was the most important thing in the world and any male was lucky to be graced with her presence or acknowledgment. If he even slightly doubted that she was the most amazing green on all of Pern, it was likely Calistoth would bite Thoth's face off. She wasn't known for being shy. "She's irritated that we woke her up."

And are keeping me awake. Don't forget that.

"Right. Sorry, and we're keeping her awake," K'lir added, rolling his eyes. It was hard to be embarrassed when he was busy being exasperated with his lifemate. True, she was the most important thing in his life, but Calistoth really needed to learn patience. Her irritation, though, was amusing on some level, if only because it was so completely disproportionate. The logical thing to do would be to ask them to talk somewhere else, but instead, Calistoth preferred huffing and trying to make them both shut up yet stay in her presence. It was really very entertaining. "Do you want to go get something to eat? So we stop waking her up? I don't feel like being yelled at."

You are not endearing yourself to me by disqualifying my anger.
Tough. You're being silly.
You're the one who is embarrassed by your mate. Should I tell her?
Calistoth...

[missa]

Thoth could never be called stupid, upon seeing his mate was awake - and obviously unhappy to be so - he crooned softly. Nuzzling her gently but saying nothing in response. Not bothering to greet her, knowing she would probably rather go right back to sleep. Of course he was happy, very. None were worthy of Calistoth, yet she'd deemed him as semi-worthy and that was more than enough for the blue.

A slight smile formed as Beka turned her head towards Calistoth, along with a slight nod of greeting. To Beka, Calistoth seemed endlessly amusing to live with, Thoth was quiet but Calistoth was definately not. That alone would be an interesting pairing, but Lir didn't seem to have a dull moment.
"He is." A shrug, this seemed to be obvious to her. Thoth wasn't affectionate to anyone else, and he'd always given her his complete attention when she wanted. He'd also followed her instructions made at the hatching, though he couldn't quite remember them, he'd rarely, if ever spoken to Jeminorth.
"Sorry Calistoth."

The addition to it, Beka didn't bother to say sorry. Calistoth should realise she meant it both times, that she wasn't intentionally keeping her awake. Since Calistoth obviously didn't want attention - for a change - she supposed it was safe enough to turn her back to her, without risk of upsetting her even more. Something to eat? Truth be told, the thought of hunger hadn't even crossed her mind, she wasn't sure even now that she could eat anything. Rather than say this though, Beka nodded while Anai trilled in agreement.
"I guess so. Anything to keep her in a reasonable mood." Or, as reasonable a mod as Calistoth was capable of.

Am I allowed to go eat?
If you want to, just stop bothering Calistoth.
Whatever, call me if you need me.
Yes, I will. And Mine? Relax. Now let Calistoth sleep.

[glamourie]

Calistoth pointedly ignored Beka. She didn't really have an opinion of Thoth's rider except that she was, of course, hers. Hers as much as K'lir was, as much as Thoth was. They were all hers. And so were all of their pets. Modesty had never been one of Calistoth's traits and even with age she hadn't formed any. Her outlook was that K'lir was hers, and Thoth was hers, and since Beka was Thoth's, that made Beka hers, and since their pets were theirs, they were hers, too. Very simple logic, really. Elazrith was also hers, because he looked to K'ran, who was her Lir's by proxy. Dael and hers were a similar story, since Dael and Showoff were mates. Really, if Calistoth put much thought to it, she could find a way to claim all of Pern as hers.

"If you find a way to get her in a reasonable mood, you be sure to let me know," K'lir replied as he glanced at Beka, though he was privately amused. She'd known him since before he Impressed; she had to know that Calistoth was anything but pleasant on her best of days. Not to imply that there was anything wrong with the green except that she thought all of Pern lived and breathed for the purpose of seeing her strut her stuff. He rather feared for any dragon to come into contact with her that hadn't chased. He felt her intentions, and he knew what she was up to. Calistoth intended to dig her claws into anyone who had dared to insult her. K'lir was not looking forward to cleaning up her mess. Fortunately, he'd have time to prolong that. Breakfast - or lunch - or whatever meal it was (he wasn't sure what time it was, to be honest) would come first. Best not to deal with lunatics on an empty stomach.

Standing up, K'lir grabbed Showoff from his curled up spot (earning quite an indignant shriek before the salamandyr crawled up his arm to curl up around his throat) before nodding to Beka. In a way, he was actually glad it was her. He ... trusted Beka on some level. Trusted her more than he did a stranger. Waking up with Uu'n had been awkward. The thought made him cast Showoff a look but the bronze 'mandyr had promptly gone to sleep. So much for scolding him.

"Let's go then... let the grumps sleep." He cast a playful look toward Thoth before turning and vacating the weyr. He trusted Beka would follow him down to the kitchens. He needed to feed Showoff, too, after all; he was sure he would get an earful for neglecting him for even a day while Calistoth flew. Typical.