BzzzZZZZZZzzzz [OPEN!]

[Lotty]

A monotonous, loud, obnoxious sound was emanating from a large hallowed out painted gourd that could only be described as an instrument from hell. Which then meant that K'sel was playing the role of satan, incessantly blowing the horn, raising the dead - or in this case, whomever was taking a mid-afternoon nap - and being an all around fiend in the hallways as he hid behind doors and launched audio assaults on every single drudge that passed by. He was well equipped of course, not only with his main weapon, the makeshift trumpet, but also a couple of very observant firelizards and one that didn't care either way. They were his minions you know. Mojo always liked to spearhead expeditions into trouble making and Eyesore more or less tagged along for the brownrider's sake, ever watchful and protective of his bonded even if their link wasn't the most gooey and warm. Fracas on the other hand could raise a ruckus to rival the one K'sel was stirring up and with every toot of the horn tried to out do and drown out the vuuuuuvvuuuuu sound that it made. All in all he looked much like a firelizard pied piper if one could spot him..

But tricky he was sending Mojo down any hall or corridor that he considered poking his way around. The bronze sent back images, floor plans so that the rider would know the best little niches to hole himself up in and better yet he could pick out his prey ahead of time, knowing exactly who would edge around a corner before he dared try and pull the prank on them. A bout of boredom and the chill of the outdoors might have inspired it all, but that didn't mean he was willing to risk his neck for a little bit of entertainment. So yes, there was safety in this method, but if he really wanted to do some non-dangerous activity then maybe he should have been peacefully strumming a guitar in his room or writing or whittling sticks. Instead he was being an all around shit disturber, but what else could one really expect from a twenty turn old boy? Some maturity please. I grew out of my phase. When will you!? This is an embarrassment. Lighten up will ya mother? I am NOT your dam K'selmine, though I know yours well enough. I would tell if it wasn't....[/i] So childish? That is what I thought. Snitch.

He crouched down behind a cart carrying fresh linens into the creche. All of this training, all of these skills that were meant for battle were instead being employed for the brownrider's off time, making him much more dangerous than just a mere soldier - nothing good ever came when one had a mind of their own - and he watched, he stalked the approaching woman with his dark eyes and readied the horn behind a stack of towels. The sound should only be slightly muffled...only enough to not blow her ear drums out at least. Closer she came. Closer, closer, closest.....BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

The scene was then bleached white. The dirty towels she had loaded her arms with covered the scene, and her voice rang out in a scream as she took off down the hall, angrily crumpling up a pillowcase and tossing it right at the face of the assailant who was now revealed. All K'sel could manage to do was laugh. Laugh good and hard until he was doubled over on the ground and clutching for dear life to his Pernese vuvuzela. Real great there mine. You should apologize, though I think I will have to do it for you now. What do you have to say for yourself. .....................BzzzzzZZZZZZZzzzzzzz! Why yes, the rider mentally vuuuuvuuuued the dragon out of his brain with a mimicry of the instruments distinctive buzzing sound. Pettahth could not be anymore frustrated with his dimglow rider, but at least Mojo found it all too funny and also rolled around on the ground faking laughter with His.

[Ember]

Nephele bounced a child on her knee while she took as much of a break as was possible in the creche. Sitting and bouncing a child was considerably easier than running around with them or giving runner riders. She'd been in and out of the creche since morning (self-training and wing drills were things that simply couldn't be missed) since it was a little girl's nameday that day. To say she was tired was a bit of an understatement. She was seriously considering going for a nap and possibly joining the kids again later. They were adorable and actually a lot of fun but even she had her limits.

Dankin wriggled and she let him wriggle straight off her lap so he could run off and play with the others. She relaxed for a moment as no children came up to her. Yay for mini miracles! She enjoyed the moment and even began to drift off a little until some rediculously loud and annoying sound snapped her out of it. What in the heck was that and which useless dimglow did it? The girl's expression grew decidedly dark as she crossed towards the entrance to the creche. She worked on making her expression presentable so that she'd have a chance to sink her claws in the fiend who made such a noise before he got scared and ran away.

Oh yes. She'd decided it was definitely a guy. What kind of woman would do something like that near the creche? Or even just...in general. Nephele's bronze firelizard settled on her shoulder and rubbed up against her cheek. So angry, so angry. He directed her attention to Erilena. Ah she also seemed interested in whatever had caused the disturbance. Nephele gave her a tired smile and waited for her at the door. When she got close the girl said, "Shall we see who our guest is?"

[Rei]

Erilena shifted the sleeping infant in her arms and hummed lightly as she gently placed the little girl in her crib. Lightly brushing her lips across the babies forehead she watched it sleep for a few moments before drifting away, fingertips trailing along the edge of the crib. So adorable the little one was but part of her wanted her own. Badly. Still there was a part of the weyrling that resisted such. At least for now. Maybe one day. She had to graduate yet still.

The noise of someone screaming was partially heard coming from the room and the baby shifted but thankfully did not wake. Frowning the greenrider moved to leave the nursery, closing the door just as Nephele moved. Erilena gave her a soft smile in return before picking her way through the scattered objects and toys to the door. Reaching up towards the bronze firelizard on her friend’s shoulder, she gently rubbed Mother’s head. “Yeah lets go see who the idiot is. Probably some candidate or other thinking they are clever.” The creche workers had their hands full anyway with the kids. Least the pair could do was check things out for them before they left.

Stepping out into the hallway Erilena tilted her head. One only had to follow the path of disaster to get to the source. Throwing a few glances at the scattered dirty laundry it didn’t take her long to find the cause of the disaster. The cause being her oh so wonderful and angelic adoptive brother. Raising one eyebrow at the man currently in hysterics she cleared her throat and approached him slowly. “Why am I not surprised. Kasella I swear. You have the maturity of a six turn old sometimes.” Stepping forward she reached out and smacked the man upside the head. The strike wouldn’t really hurt but she could bet anything that he would act like the world had just caved in. “Just look at this mess.” Making a face she gestured to the towel scattered hallway. “I do hope you plan on cleaning this up.”

With a sigh Erilena glanced backwards at Nephele. In truth it wasn’t her the brownrider had to really worry about, if the look on her fellow greenrider’s face was any indication. Tsking she stepped past K’sel and bent down to pick up Mojo. Cradling the bronze firelizard in her arms she idly rubbed one of his eye ridges. “Poor thing. Here he is getting you in trouble to.” Comical really, in a way, but Erilena couldn’t blame the bronze for his bonded’s disruption. Clearly K’sel had put the poor thing up to it. Scratching under Mojo’s head Erilena shot another warning look at her brother. If he was smart he would watch his tongue. Nephele seemed to be in a bit of a dark mood. Not that Erilena could blame her. Children where exhausting.

[Lotty]

He was just in luck! Two of his favorite people in the world and they were greeted accordingly, rolling from his side to his back so he could get a good look at the women who emerged from the creche. While he was admittedly expecting the shrill chastising of his mother, a whack from his sister was just as acceptable and only fueled a few more chuckles out of his mouth. Too funny. What was even more funny to him? That she actually thought that Mojo was such an innocent in the whole mess. Geeze, girls were suckers for anything they thought were cute weren't they?

The bronze was just as happy with taking the attention anyway. Cause trouble and get rewarded for it? Not to mention see His get into big trouble? Well that was just priceless in his opinion and he made sure to lean into the caresses that the greenweyrling offered him. If he had his way he was going to get an oiling out of this while he was at it. The firelizard was never without an angle...

Propping himself up he was shameless in completely ignoring the questioning that came out of Lena and instead acted as if there was absolutely not odd happening at all, "Greetings
ladies, you know a simple hello usually suffices...." the trumpet was promptly stuck to his lips so that he could translate his salutations into vuvuzelan, "Bzzz Bzzz," before pulling it away again for some more laughter.

Really he should have been a little more...remorseful really, but when the chance presented itself he couldn't help but be an absolute smart ass and at this point he didn't think that anyone would really want him to change. Besides, when would these girls learn that consistency was key and suddenly changing your tune was rarely a good thing. Shaving his beard was a big enough leap for him, and the rest could only come with baby steps. Taking a good deep breath he addressed the two again, picking out Nephele this time, "Haven't seen you in a long time.....bzzzzzzzz!" As if he could go without his noise maker for more than a moment.

[Ember]

Mother accepted the pet pleasantly. The bronze liked pretty much everyone, even the little monster known as Diva. He was rarely bothered by the fact that the green liked to sit on him to prove he was 'hers.' Nephele sighed at Erilena's words. "Yeah, probably. Most other people are too busy to go around pulling stupid stunts like that," she said in a hushed voice. No need for the little kids to hear and pick up on her words. Thankfully most times she wasn't much for cursing or else working in the creche would have been more trying.

Nephele followed Erilena out the door and to the source of the disturbance. Ditto the lack of surprise. Their guess earlier should have been a candidate or K'sel. It was just like the brownrider to do something like that. Most other times she might even have been amused rather than angry but she was tired and has an even worse grip on her temper. She was sorely tempted to repeat Erilena's smack upside the head though she knew hers would be considerably stronger. So she settled for something else.

"Try three turns old. Really, K'sel, if your going to blow that thing you should at least do it where you won't get caught by people who'll make you clean up after," she said dryly. The fact that she didn't use his full name was actually probably a worse sign for the brownrider. The use of Kasella had become somewhat...affectionate over time. When his response was to play the damn thing again, her eyes narrowed slightly before she slipped a foot underneath a towel and used her foot to flick it at him.

When K'sel turned his attention to her she blinked in surprise. So her new name was Bzzzzz? So interesting. The urge to hit him just kept going up. Was it funny? Yes, a bit. Was it also extremely annoying? Definitely. "I wonder why that might be," she responded sarcastically. Actually, she did know the answer to that. She'd been avoiding him a bit since her graduation. She vaguely remembered receiving a gift from him which meant he'd been nice enough but the fact remained that she had completely and utterly embarassed herself and that didn't sit well with her.

[Rei]

Erilena tried to fight the urge to sigh, she really did, but it came out anyway. Shaking her head she continued to pamper the flitter cuddled against her chest. Mojo was a favorite of hers and yes she spoiled him shamelessly, but in her mind he deserved it for having to put up with living in K’sel’s mind. Poor thing. Snorting at the brown rider’s laughter she rolled her eyes and moved the bronze firelizard to her shoulder. Let Nephele deal with her wayward brother. Her friend did a better job of disciplining him anyway. He never took her seriously. Probably because she was seen as a sister.

Giving the brownrider and exasperated look the weyrling started to pick up some of the towels the drudge had scattered in her flight. “Grow up K’sel and put that thing away.” The words where not exactly delivered in the softest tone either. Irritated Erilena was. A rare enough emotion for her but really. the kids where trying to sleep. If he woke up that baby he’d get more than just a slap upside the head. Really just how old was K’sel now? Having fun was all well and good but their was a time and place for it. Now and here was neither the time nor the place. About time for the kids to nap and who bothered kids? Apparently K’sel.

The greenrider threw a glance at Nephele and from her friend to K’sel. Nephy was not in a mood to play. Her brother would be lucky if that poor excuse for an instrument didn’t get stuck somewhere really uncomfortable. To be honest she really shouldn’t be picking up K’sel’s mess. But well she couldn’t leave it laying around and he was highly irresponsible. So if she didn’t pick it up who would? Right side of the hallway clear, Erilena straightened up and put on had on her hip.

Levering a glare at the brownrider she raised one eyebrow. “Put that thing away or go join the rest of the children in the creche please. It has been a long day and if you give me a headache you are really going to regret it.” That was a promise not a threat. Last thing she wanted was her entire evening ruined because Kasella decided it was fun to annoy people.

[Lotty]

Judas.

She may be highly favored, but today she was deeply flawed and his eyes narrowed on the traitor. He was legitimately hurt to be, in his mind, betrayed and though he was smart enough not to voice the trespass to the woman, he did let his displeasure be known through careful, pointed, glances towards the blonde one. K'sel did not want to even think of her name as he smoldered in his place. Words would have to wait in the mean time. He didn't have words anymore, he was beyond words...how was it that the very same woman who stole his beard for the sake of their favor, who gave him an after school special style lecture on putting your mind to accomplishing your dreams, who told him to go out there and get the girl was also disparaging him in front of said girl.

Suddenly he wasn't so much in the mood for vuvuvzela fun.

While Pettahth was as equally upset with K'sel's behavior as the girls were, it was in dragon nature to be immediately in tune and concerned with their bonded's welfare. Needless to say for the rider to not have some kind of remark, or even a buzzz from his instrument for that matter, was somewhat unsettling, and the usually blunt brown was careful to walk on eggshells and pry into his rider's mind with a slight, gruff, grumble, Are we quite alright? .... Communicative I see. When in a state of nature the brownrider just did what all noble savages did and resorted grunts and facial expressions.

With the laughs all over, he propped his upper half up with two arms, Eyesore swooping in from seemingly nowhere to take up a very agitated spot on the cart next to him before he could be bothered to even try and verbalize actual words. It was a painfully awkward silence as he seethed and plotted out every word with careful consideration, but each time he opened his mouth he closed it again finding the phrases to fall much too short of the point. And really....what was the point again? That he was an unapologetic ass? Irreparable degenerate? Helpless loser? Spare him the reminder for the sake of that fat, golden first dragon. He clutched at his horn with no intention of giving it up, "What do you really want from me?"

It really wasn't up for discussion though as he stood up oddly triumphantly for having been throughly defeated. At least he wore his bruises well, "I guess Erilena will never get her flowers..." he offered no elaboration for the recipient should need none. The girl would get the comment even if Nephele was left out, but this was no the last stand of a desperate man, and K'sel would not admit total defeat. He could meet their demands head on. He could fit right in at the creche and he aimed his sights right on the door and took the first steps in that direction.

[Ember]

Nephele's eyes widened slightly at Erilena's words. She guessed the other greenrider was just as tired as she was after dealing with the children but it seemed unnecessarily harsh. (Who was she kidding? Inner Nephele was rediculously pleased to hear Erilena chewing K'sel out. Still, that's why she'd worked so hard on self-control. She knew well what kind of guy K'sel was so there was no real point in getting angry anymore.) The expression left her face fairly quickly and her gaze flicked over to K'sel.

Who was oddly silent. Nephele knew him well enough to know that it was not normal for K'sel and somehow, something Erilena said had gotten a little deeper. She shoved aside her jealousy - she was supposed to be the only one who could bother him! - and considered what to say carefully. She wasn't the smartest tool in the shed but even she should be able to find something to say that wouldn't make things worse. She watched as K'sel opened and closed his mouth a few times and her suspicion that something was wrong just grew.

Jerk. The fact that he could make her worry when she was supposed to be mad at him just made her more annoyed over all. The bronze on her shoulder was confused as to who needed comforting more. His or His' friend. He settled for continuing to watch over the situation while rubbing against His. K'sel speaking brought Nephele's attention to him and her eyes narrowed just slightly. What was he talking about? They just wanted him to stop blowing that damn horn.

As he stood up and spoke again Nephele's temper flared beyond her control. It was a combination of her tiredness, jealousy (flowers for Erilena?), and annoyance at being kept out of the conversation. She didn't have anything closeby to throw at him that would actually hurt so she settled to using her hand. Even as he started moving towards the creche she stepped towards him and slapped him across the face.

"I'd tell you to shut up but you manage to be even more annoying when you're not talking. What the hell're you? A martyr? 'Boohoo, Lena told me to put away my toy.' So what?" The anger filled words were barely under a yell as she glared at him. "That's when you go be the usual annoying jerk Kasella and blow that thing again." In hindsight, she probably shouldn't be telling him to blow the damn thing but she didn't care. She was angry, damnit! Where was the infuriating K'sel she'd met in the forest?

[Rei]

K’sel’s sudden change in mood and behavior both did not escape Erilena’s notice. The subtle, or so he thought, glances he threw her way quite adequately displayed his current displeasure with her. Oh really? Her brother could be upset but she wasn’t allowed to be? How predictable. Still part of the greenrider did feel bad. Perhaps she had been a little harsh. Not really though, he had gotten far worse from her before. The brownrider was likely having a hissy over the fact that she had disciplined him in front of Nephele. Which in hindsight wasn’t probably the best of ideas, however what was done could not be undone and apologizing now would do no good. Instead she continued to stroke the bronze firelizard on her shoulder, attention switching from K’sel to Nephele.

It was a tad awkward really. Erilena to be honest had not completely thought everything through before she had started her little matchmaking venture. Yes both her friends had interacted before she had even arrived at the weyr and yes there had seemed to be something there. However no matter how this ended the greenrider was likely to either feel like a third wheel or be in the middle of a feud. Not the best position to be in but really it couldn’t be helped now. Hazards of having two of your best friends attracted to each other. Especially when one of them was your self proclaimed adopted brother. Erilena glanced from K’sel to Nephele again as the brownrider stood. Suddenly she felt like she was in the middle of a war zone. Oh dear. Not a good feeling at all.

K’sel’s comment, he would probably be pleased to note, had the desired effect. Erilena winced and threw him an apologetic look. Damn him for making her feel horrible. It wasn’t like she had truly meant to go off like that. Chalk it up to exhaustion and worry over the babies. It was second nature to be protective really. Shifting in an awkward stance as K’sel and Nephele both moved the weyrling swallowed and scratched at Mojo’s eye ridges out of a nervous need to be moving. Her fellow greenrider did not look amused, at all. The sound the slap made had Erilena flinching in response, her brain going into overdrive to try and find a way out of the situation. Most likely all she would do was make it worse.

Hand falling away from the bronze firelizard she flinched at Nephele’s words to K’sel and attempted to resist the urge to involve herself. What could she do anyway? Yeah most definitely a third wheel. Unfortunately she had to do something and so stepping forward towards the pair the greenrider tried to worm herself between them. “Guys please don’t fight. Really, everyone’s just a little on edge.” The words still sounded slightly pleading despite her attempt to make them sound less so. Shards if she hated altercations like this. Very much a pacifist she was. Raised voices just made her extremely uncomfortable and upset, even in normal circumstances. When it was her friends or family, it was worse.

[Lotty]

Escaping. He wanted to escape even though it worked against every fiber of his being. He was Ka-sharding-ella and he didn't back down, he didn't let things go, and he would never go down without a fight. Except for this time. The rider wanted to get away and save himself from a looming shift digging his own grave. Between was heaven compared to his fate he swore. Nobody would take the stime to drop him off into the void, left to become dirt would be he. The sensation of worms, maggots, and various creepy crawlies burrowing through his corpse already left him with a bitter taste in his mouth. Disgusting.

But a slap brought him back to reality. Harder it was than the smack he received from Karou, maybe not in physical force but in meaning. Why, how.... He couldn't even fathom this. Why wouldn't she accept the win...she won this time, which was something that he had never before allowed. Draws and ties yes, but a complete loss was just something that he couldn't handle...so for his concession to be denied baffled him. Angered him even and the telltale sign was that same vein that always managed to push itself up from under his skin, sitting all pretty there above the eye. Hair rose on the back of his neck... A mostly false alarm, just as a canine backed into a corner, he was puffing himself in a last ditch attempt to...

To do something.

He was good at being facetious and loud, and the only logical response it seemed to the woman's challenge was to give her exactly what she wanted. Infuriating? Annoying? She would see annoying alright. The entire Weyr would now know annoying, just because she asked for it. Never fear, the boy she met in the forest never ever left, "OHHHH! So you want me to blow the damn thing!" He waved his arms in the air in a great show of pure ridiculousness while rolling his eyes in one flawless movement, "I'll blow the damn thing just for youuuuuu!!!" His tone was taken down a notch to purely incredulous, and he gave the greenrider a good long look in the eyes as he brought the horn up to his mouth.

He was vaguely aware that he was ignoring Erilena in the process, but he'd also be a liar if he said he cared. The cold shoulder was awarded for a moment, and the woman did after all have his firelizard, she would surely survive this little insult. Mojo sounded like a motor there as he crawled his way as close to the woman's neck as he could. He'd help her break up any fights he would. If it came to it, he wasn't really interested in being too helpful with anything after all and the noise was starting to even grate on him, because K'sel fulfilled the wish and not only started blowing the horn, but practically made a whole dance of it.

The brownrider started off with a stomping motion, destroying all in his path letting out a long "bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz" on the vuvuzela before swirling around and becoming much more staccato in rhythm, punctuating the sound in triplets and sixteenth notes. Closing his eyes he started thrashing back and forth as if possessed by feral canines which elicited confused looks from Mojo, Eyesore, and Fracas alike. The freeform jazz solo on the horn then ended with a somewhat humorous exhalation. A wild man's call in the jungles surely; coming from his own lungs as the instrument was discarded and flung into the wall.

A soundless break as he panted for a moment. Throwing his hands up once more he looked at his audience rather non-chalantly. What, was this abnormal behavior? They should let him know. He appeared curiously innocent as he bobbed his head for a moment and said calmly, "What?" A grin broke on his face. He hadn't meant for it to appear, but there is was, "I don't see any fighting."

[Ember]

Erilena's concerns weren't overlooked but they were put aside for that moment while Nephele glared at K'sel, waiting for him to either blow the stupid damn horn or continue sulking. Hah, success! Evidentally her worries had been for naught. K'sel was still K'sel. She could still challenge him and expect something in return. In a moment she'd be regretting telling him to play the silly vuvuzela but at that singular moment she was oddly content. K'sel was okay when he was being nice and all, but she much preferred the annoying version of him, much to her bemusement.

Then the regret came. She clapped her hand to her ears as he began playing the horn. It even drove Mother to vanish for a bit. The horn could still be heard despite the hands over her ears but the muffled sounds only managed to make the weird dancing more amusing. The wild man call topped it off and the woman couldn't help the smile that crossed her features. For all it had been annoying as hell just a few minutes ago it had suddenly become hilarious. Figured K'sel would take it over the top. Nephele signalled that Mother could come back and the bronze settled on her shoulder again with a single incredulous cheep.

Between Mother's confusion and K'sel's innocent question the greenrider broke down into a fit of laughter. She laughed to the point of having to lean against the wall a bit to avoid doubling over. Mother's eyes whirled a quick amused shade in response to the emotions of His. Nephele finally managed to stop the laughter though she pointedly avoided looking at K'sel or the vuvuzela until she mastered herself a little better. Her tiredness made it all too easy to laugh, she noted wryly.

[Rei]

Erilena actually flinched as K’sel yelled back at Nephele, her hands coming up to take Mojo off her shoulder. Cuddling the bronze firelizard close to her chest again the greenrider blinked at her two friends with wide eyes, backing up from in-between them. It suddenly seemed dangerous to stand there. The purring firelizard was concentrated on instead of her adoptive brother and best friend. Quietly she bit her bottom lip and stroked the fire lizard’s back trying to let his pleased humming and purring soothe her. Oh Faranth here we go. Half expecting Nephele to slap K’sel again she raised her head just as K’sel finished his shout and brought that damn horn to his lips.

Flinching in response to the noise that emanated from that blasted ugly thing Erilena closed one eye and fixed the other on the dancing brownrider. Faranth was her brother possessed or something? It sure looked like it. Half a thought was spared for the poor children in the creche while the rest went to the thought that if he made her ears bleed she was not going to be happy. One of her hands obsessively stroked Mojo while the other kept him cradled to her breast. The movements and head turns from one of her friends to the other clearly displayed the woman’s nervousness with the whole situation. When K’sel finally flung the horn against the wall the greenrider raised her head to give him a half glance. A very faint smile came to her lips at his words before the weyrling hesitantly turned her attention to Nephele.

Seemed Erilena hadn’t needed to worry at all. Her best friend seemed about to collapse in a fit of laughter of all things. Blinking in confusion the weyrling dipped her head to press a soft kiss to Mojo’s head and whisper to him. “I think my little love that we are the only sane ones currently in this hallway. Faranth help us.” Raising her head she looked from one of her friends to the other, not sure exactly what to do. Third wheel definitely. She wasn’t even quite sure what was actually going on at the moment. Maybe she had missed something? He greenrider took a hesitant step forward towards K’sel. “Um I think you need more practice before you turn this into a musical venture. That was terrible.” Making a face she turned to Nephele and smiled. “Although I think it works pretty good as a comedy act?”

Yeah totally lost but at least no one was yelling?

[Lotty]

Ok. Now that the mission was accomplished and his typical asinine and crude behavior saved the day once again - he believed that maybe being a degenerate shouldn't be looked down on so much since time and time again, his shenanigans seemed to be a godsend - he didn't exactly know what to do. It was getting a little old he felt, that the only way people liked him was when he was making a complete ass out of himself when he desperately did want to be a nice guy now and again. That tactic however he knew very well didn't work, if it did then maybe there would have been some positive outcome from his moments of great generosity. Had he heard a real thank you for the graduation gift he had gotten her? Not one that he remembered no. Hmmf.

It seemed to him that the only route in life he could possibly take was to continue to be completely unlovable. What an unfair fate...for everybody involved. He shifted his focus over to Erilena for a moment as Nephele calmed herself against the wall and looked for some sort of segue into the next movement, and found her stepping over to him, Mojo in hand. If her reprimands earlier hadn't already stung so badly then he would have taken greater offense to her remark on his musical skills, but she couldn't have known about the way he left his harper apprenticeship, and he wasn't going to make any smart remark that would give it away either. Everyone had their secrets and K'sel was very, very good at holding on to his. Probably why he was so hesitant about making Nephele open up to him. Disclosure usually demanded more disclosure in return, "Hmmm at twenty turns old maybe I could make my place in life as a traveling comedian..." His hand waved away the idea.

The idea of him standing in front of a crowd of people and doing anything other than bumming them out was completely beyond him, and so after briefly leaning on Erilena's shoulder, making a totally out of the blue comment, "Think I smell good today?" and reaching over to scratch his bronze flit's eye ridge - despite their own odd bond he clearly wanted the firelizard to always keep his sister good company if nothing else - he sauntered over to Nephele with one hand casually hooked on a belt loop before letting go and wrapping his arms right around the woman. At least with her back to him she couldn't have the time to protest too much, and with good humor he rubbed his cheek into the back of her neck all the while whispering, "Hate me forever then?"

[Ember]

Nephele smothered another laugh at Erilena's question and still kept her eyes off K'sel. Seriously, he'd make a good comedian. "Since we discovered his comedic talent we ought to make show of him and take a cut of the profits, right Lena?" He probably could support himself as a comedian, or so the woman thought. She could just imagine his wild vuvuzela dancing on a raised stage. She drifted away from that thought to avoid another fit of laughter. She didn't really want people to think she'd gone bonkers.

She was caught off guard as K'sel grabbed her from behind. Despite the two turns in the south she was still conditioned to respond when approached in a 'friendly' manner and she leaned back against K'sel for a moment. She could have stayed like that a while longer but it would serve her no purpose and Erilena was standing right there. She wasn't too fond of putting on shows for a more-than-one-person audience. Nephele didn't stop the light lean but she responded to the words.

"Tch. Of course, dimglow. Now let go, I'm tired." Though her words were harsh the tone was not. If anything there was fondness in her voice. She elbowed him in the gut though it wasn't particularly hard. She squirmed out of his grasp and walked towards Erilena. "Later, Lena. You should think of getting some sleep too," she said with her awkward smile, the one that she covered up with fake ones all the time. The woman proceeded to walk away muttering something about idiots and personal space.

[Rei]

Erilena turned her eyes upwards towards her brother, a faint smile lighting her features as she kept Mojo held against her like some fluffy stuffed animal. Her hold wasn’t tight no, but having the bronze’s heart beat against her chest was more comforting than she liked to admit. Maybe one day she could have another mind mate. Likely she could never get up the courage to try though and so K’sel’s bronze made a nice replacement. Regarding the brownrider with a slight smile, as he brushed off her comment, the greenrider meant to turn towards Nephele but K’sel’s lean quite effectively stopped her. The contact was not rejected. No, it was accepted because she was used to it and it was comfortable. Like a hug she would get from her real brother. His question however caused her to giggle. Random much?, but that was K’sel for you.

Before Erilena could come up with a witty retort however the brownrider had already moved to capture Nephele. Blinking at the pair the weyrling hazarded a small smile. When her friend escaped to walk towards her the greenrider tilted her head and offered a tired smile. “Yeah I will. Still have dinner to make and probably Feyrianth to play with first. Have a nice evening Nephele.” Standing there still holding the bronze firelizard she watched her friend walk away before turning back to K’sel and raising an eyebrow. “Go follow her and offer her dinner. That would be the smart thing to do.” Giving a wise nod after her words she regarded her brother evenly and waited for him to do something besides stand there and look lost. Tch men.

Shifting Mojo she looked down at him. “As for you love you want to help me make dinner? I promise lots of treats and I bet we can find something amusing for you to do. Like drop tubers on people in the main hall?” Was she enabling Mojo? Perhaps a tad, but she was bound and determined to remain the bronze’s favorite adoptive aunt. Never mind that she was his only one.