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N'ky

2013-10-05T06:49:55Z

Nicky:

N'ky's Weyrlinghood Recap

2013-09-04T02:19:49Z

Nicky:

==Weyrlinghood Month 1==
N’ky is rarely seen without Cailluneth, and when they’re together they’re nearly always touching, if he isn’t actually carrying her. They clearly have a very strong connection. For those that have experienced it (Ilicaeth, for example, when he broke N’ky’s cot), she would seem to be the source of his new-found temper. She’s not all hot-headed, though; quite the opposite, in fact, as she tends to use her colourful suggestions of thought and emotion to soothe and calm.

==Weyrlinghood Month 2==
It’s no secret that N’ky was freaking out over the exams. Reading and writing aren’t a problem, but maths? History? Eurgh. Lucky (or unlucky, depending on how you look at it) for him he’s nearly back to his old sleeping habits, which meant extra hours in the nights before the placement tests to spend poring over stupid hides. Just ask him. They’re all stupid – especially those ones with numbers. He’s gladly taken help where he can get it.

The studying didn’t pay off as well as he’d hoped it would in the end; he just scraped by in history, but arithmetic was a disaster and he’s wound up with extra work in both subjects. He’s kind of embarrassed by it, but he’s trying hard to get better.

On a slightly sadder note, Cailluneth is no longer small enough for him to carry. N’ky’s a little down about it but of course he’s proud that she’s growing up to be so big… in all senses of the word - Cailluneth is by no means svelte! Perhaps all that carrying about has added to her hatchling tubbiness, because she’s certainly round.

Following Kazavoth’s incident with the wherry, it’s no secret that N’ky was caught by weyrwoman Azaylia, after having snuck Cailluneth into the weyr’s lower caverns to let her hunt tunnelsnakes. Cai’s been crowing proudly about her kills, though N’ky is sheepish about getting caught and is adhering to the rules even more strictly.

He's been paired with C'ter as his mentor, a holdbred greenrider in his late 30s. It seems to be a happy enough pairing, and N'ky acts comfortably enough around the man.

Oh, and he's also having lessons with Madilla - they're working on getting rid of his stutter. Whether the classes have been working or he's more at ease around his fellow weyrlings, the end of the month does see somewhat of an improvement in his speech - though only when he's relaxed. Get him flustered and he'll stutter and stammer like the pro he is.

==Weyrlinghood Month 3==
Month three has, so far, been the least eventful for N'ky and Cailluneth. She's growing, he's stuttering less - apart from when emotions are high, of course. Nerves, excitement, panic and so on all bring it back full-force. In general conversation with most weyrlings though, he's comfortable enough to be more himself. With all of his catch-up work, Harper classes and other things on top of his weyrling duties, he's been busy enough to actually start sleeping through most nights due to pure exhaustion. Things have fluctuated with N'ky since Impression, and he's even had a couple of frazzled moments when he's just felt absolutely overwhelmed by everything happening, and by his want to make everyone happy. Slowly-slowly, he's learning to be just a little bit selfish by putting himself first - well, after Cailluneth, of course.

Cailluneth proved herself to be a fierce, successful hunter, having made her first kill under the supervision of Hraedhyth. She's got a habit of pinning a herdbeast down and latching onto its neck to bleed it out, and she's been wearing a good few bruises from flailing hooves as a trophy of her kills. When she's hunting, any dragon who's tried to reach her will find her mind very different to normal: it's wild, somewhat animalistic, driven by bloodlust and the thrill of hunting. Now that she's taller than the herdbeasts it's not quite as much of a game to bring them down as it was before, but she still likes to whip her food into a frenzy before leaping for the kill.

There have been more times when the pair haven't been seen glued to each other's sides, though they're still very, very close. N'ky still tends to stick only to the places where Cailluneth can be with him, which means he's only indoors when she's asleep, or when he absolutely has to be - and in the latter case, he's often distracted as he keeps in mental touch with her. They're still very touchy-touchy, and when together they're nearly always in contact.

==Weyrlinghood Month 4==
There's been nothing at all of note happening with N'ky this month. Cailluneth's finally taller than him at the shoulder and he's disappointed that he was overlooked for the silver threads, but that's about it.

By the end of the month his grades have started to slip significantly, and he's not putting as much effort - hardly any effort, really - into his remedial classes any more.

==Weyrlinghood Month 5==
N'ky's grades haven't improved this month; they may have even declined. Those still in remedial classes may talk about how he's failing pretty miserably, but no-one's likely to hear it from N'ky himself. If asked, he just brushes it off and changes the subject... if he's even around to be asked, that is. Outside of standard weyrling classes (which he's putting full effort into, even if he's not socialising much while doing so), he's rarely in the barracks. He's been spending mealtimes alone for the most part, though anyone who's spent time with him will notice that he barely eats anything, and only offers the bare minimum of interaction if he's approached. He's been spending most of his time somewhere in the Weyr with Cailluneth, normally at the far end of the lake, by the waterfall. She's very protective if anyone approaches, and if he's spoken to, N'ky quickly makes his excuses to leave.

Prior to Sabella's incident, N'ky was hesitant about flying; after it, there was no sign of straps on Cailluneth and the pair made no attempts at a first flight.
Things changing and piling up around him made N'ky sink even lower into his funk;D'kan's attempt to pull him out of it did more good than he actually let on; N'ky perked up a little from his 'brother's' tough love approach, but it was Alida who did the most to drag him out of it.

It wasn't until the very end of the month, day 27, that N'ky was finally called into the Weyrlingmasters' office for the inevitable chat about his performance, while Quinlys led the other weyrlings in an aerial drill. No-one's likely to know exactly what Meara and N'ky spoke about, but someone may have noticed Isath flying up and out of the Weyr with two passengers on her back, trailed by Cailluneth. Anyone with eyes on the bowl later that night will have seen a triumphant-looking teenager slipping down from his green's back after winging in over the bowl's rim. Their first flight was out of sight, out of the Weyr, but it definitely happened - and it's been hard to keep them on the ground since. N'ky's new favourite haunt, even more secluded than the far end of the lake, is the Star Stones.
N'ky still hasn't tested out of his remedial history and maths classes, and another new development at the end of month five is private Harper lessons. When he's not there, he seems to have a renewed passion for studying other things... especially any journals on leadership, wings and so on that he can get his paws on.

==Weyrlinghood Month 6==
The beginning of month six didn't start overly well for N'ky, who found himself overwhelmed and unable to properly balance the pressure of his wing duties, weyrling lectures, private Harper classes (he still hasn't tested out of remedial Maths, though he's doing better with History), lessons with Madilla, and extra studying to be prepared for the wingleader knot that, according to rumour, he's turned down once... though given the mess he's been for near enough the past two months, he would have been in next to no state to lead anyone.

With no prior warning, Day 15 saw him stop attending Flurry's drills in order to train with Cirrus, under their wingleader for the month, Aisha. It's a temporary arrangement but it seems to be working for him, if not for anyone else.

N'ky was amongst the last of the weyrlings to go hunting for a new weyr, missing out on the organised trips due to his extra work. On Day 17, he persuaded D'kan to go weyrhunting with him, claiming a small, shadowy, draughty location as high up the weyr as possible. By Day 18, he'd moved in.

The rest of the month was smooth as silk for him - moving to Cirrus and shadowing the wing's greenrider leaders, Aisha and J'madri, certainly had a positive impact on N'ky; the change seemed to be exactly what he needed to get back on track - there have even been rumours of him hooking up with one of Cirrus's blueriders, April, and the two of them being frequently spotted together at mealtimes is doing nothing to dispel them.

By the end of the month, he was handed a wingleader knot, to take charge of Flurry in Month 7.

==Weyrlinghood Month 7==
All the brushing up on leadership prior to being handed Flurry's Wingleader knot seemed to pay off for N'ky. Being matched up with Alida was definitely an advantage too, as they made quite the pair. N'ky surprised himself if no-one else with his competence and confidence in leading the wing, and was dedicated to encouraging everyone to achieve their best, especially in the relay races.

The final leg of the race against Cirrus had N'ky racing against April - someone who he's becoming somewhat of an item with. Cirrus already had a bit of a lead on Flurry by the time the handover to N'ky and Cailluneth to take the race home happened, but N'ky's fumbled catch whipped away whatever chance they would have had of catching up to win. Did he miss the catch on purpose, to let his sorta-girlfriend win? Did he just give up, knowing that Cailluneth wouldn't be able to catch April's faster Darcielth? N'ky knows what happened for sure, but he's staying tight-lipped.

He's also been seen more frequently with J'madri. There might be a touch more to whatever their friendship is, if the occasional lingering glance and unnecessary (but appropriate!) touching is any indicator to those prone to picking up on such signs. Given his preference for two of its wingmembers, what little spare timehad in month seven was spent with Cirrus' riders.

==Weyrlinghood Month 8==
Outside of wing duties and when not in the extra classes he's still taking (he's finally tested out of History, but remedial maths is ongoing and he's still attending speech therapy, too), N'ky spends nearly all of his time this month with Cirrus riders, especially April and J'madri.

He knows Sh'mel from his time spent with the other wing, and N'ky wasn't shy about backing the transferred-in leader up or offering advice when needed.

==Weyrlinghood Month 9==
: Learning to go between meant freedom, and N'ky finally found himself with all of Pern at his feet... but he hasn't strayed any further than necessary for classes and the tasks assigned to him.

==Senior Weyrlinghood==
: Graduating up into Cirrus and shadowing wings brought no special revelations for N'ky; he did well in some places, less so in others, bumbled through or shone depending on the day and the task. The real breakthrough for him came after [[Logs:Ice_Breaker|he fractured his arm while ice skating with Alida]]; that led him to be assigned ground duties and missing out on a lot of wing shadowing.

==Graduation Gifts==
N'ky's Gift Chest
Lovingly handcrafted and lacquered to a shine, this durable sepia-toned cedar chest is large enough to warrant the thick leather handles that are kept in place by aged brass fixings on the sides. Rich, ruddy brown-dyed leather runners adorn the chest, about an inch off the bottom and are kept in place by deftly carved wooden insets - leaving the semblance of an unbroken smoothness of wood to leather and then wood once more. Sturdily squat feet are padded on the bottom with softened leather to prevent scraping against the floor. Seared into the top of the one-piece lid is the badge of High Reaches Weyr a little to the left, with intertwined stylized lettering, 'N & C', immediately on the right. Just below the engraving is a narrow strip of glass that protects the leather-padded wooden hollow that contains a sprinkle of High Reaches's hatching sands, mingled with fragments of shells.

Within the chest are a number of gifts from the Weyr: A 'first aid' basket; a box said to contain 'whiskey'; an assortment of 'lotions' and skincare products; a slim, personal 'farviewer'; as well as a smaller 'ring' box with a graduation ring and 'token' held within. There's also a carefully wrapped 'egg' bauble.

'''Egg:''' An artist's impression of a dragon's paw, sturdily cast and with a flat base, protects within its gilded talons an egg of blown glass. The hollow, palm-sized ovoid is reminiscent of Cailluneth's hide in hue, yet still transparent enough for the golden grains within to be clearly visible. They may no longer carry the heat of the hatching sands, but they do hold tiny fragments of shell that vary in color, shape and size, appearing and disappearing within the sand each time the egg is moved. There's no way to be certain, but a piece of Cailluneth's shell could be in there. Somewhere.

'''Farviewer:''' A thin metal tube is covered protectively in a tanned wherry hide and can be pulled out to about the length of an average man's arm. Made of lightweight and somewhat... cheap materials, the stamp of Starsmith Hall is branded onto the protective leather covering, the eight pointed star visible in red ink. Meant for personal use, it lacks the power of the larger farviewers located at the Hall, but the closer arrangements of stars can be seen on clear nights.

'''First Aid Basket:''' Within a tidily bundled kit, a collection of basic first aid supplies can be found: there are hot bags for sore muscles, jars of redwort and numbweed salve, some herbal tea. Amidst the bandages and concoctions, there's also a small bottle of (poor quality) brandy. Perhaps that's intended as a joke? Or maybe it's medicinal!

'''Lotions:''' Another small woven basket claims the other half of the chest, opposite of the healer's first aid kit. Arranged artistically within a bed of sweet, mint-scented rushes are a several small containers of cosmetics. The assortment of skin moisturizers are scentless, but contain aloe vera and hints of numbweed, just enough to provide cool relief from sun rashes or wind burns. A collection of lotions are labeled with the different scents they contain: coconut, rose, lavender, and ging blossoms. A bottle of sun block, a pair of trimming shears, and nail clippers round out this particular gift basket.

'''Ring:''' This finely-cast silver ring wraps around N'ky's finger as if it were made for him. In the center is an inlaid portion with High Reaches Weyr's mountain-spire symbol in onyx, seven spindles reaching upward in silent testimony of the strength and protection of the Weyr. Tiny chips of prehnite spiral around the spires to symbolize Cailluneth's color. On the inside curve is inscribed their graduation date and the names "N'ky and Cailluneth".

'''Token:''' A token, which might be so easily lost, is found in the ring box along with the graduation ring. Stamped with Weaver Hall's emblem, a note is folded into quarters and is attached to the token. Written with a neat hand: %[ This token entitles the bearer to one free set of plain brown flight leathers from Weaver Hall, piped in High Reaches' colors.

'''Whiskey:''' A box of unvarnished wood bears the painted label 'Twenty-four turn old Single Malt', and a maker's mark in the shape of a sheaf of barley. Inside, carefully packed with straw, is a finely made square crystal decanter filled with a dark, tawny liquid, as well as two round glasses to match. The ball-shaped stopper has been carefully secured for transit, but, once pulled free, allows the release of the rich scent of a very fine whiskey.

'''Credits:''' All the gifts, including the box they come in, were purchased for you by the weyr, and were made by crafters and skilled amateurs from across Pern. The egg bauble is a special gift from Acting Weyrwoman Azaylia, in commemoration of Hraedhyth and Iesaryth's first clutches.

N'ky

2013-09-04T02:15:36Z

Nicky:

R'co

2013-08-15T03:50:40Z

Nicky:

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== Description ==
Perfectly preened, whether it's artfully ruffled or slicked into style, R'co's ashy blonde hair is kept in a neat crop that, at its longest, just brushes his often-stubbled jaw. It falls often in the way of his big, light blue eyes, having to be tucked behind his ear. The finely-chiselled features of his face leave him looking slightly angular, though the formerly refined slope of his narrow nose has been marred by a small bump that pays tribute to a break or two in the past. Other imperfections are a thin scar on his temple, running from his hairline towards his cheek, while a second marks his chin. The plump curve of his lips, so often found pouted, is coloured a rosebud pink, the perfect complement to his sunkissed, naturally pale complexion; the tan he sports makes the freckles on his cheeks stand out a little more. In terms of his figure, R'co is slender, willowy, standing a very leggy 5'7. He may be a delicate slip of a man by appearances, but his fine-honed limbs and dainty mannerisms are deceptive of the musculature they truly home, cultured by his craft and the rigours of being a rider.

Dressed for being off-duty, R'co wears a clean-cut outfit that was clearly tailored specifically for him, as it fits perfectly. Over his lightweight white shirt he wears a loose waistcoat, the dark grey fabric embroidered around the lower edges with various shades of purple in whirling, abstract patterns. He wears figure-hugging riding leathers of a practical shade of black, with knee-length lace-up boots. R'co wears a woven bracelet around his wrist.

== WYSK ==
* Born in High Reaches Weyr to Arocca of green Natalith, father unknown (and he doesn't care to find out)
* Brought up by the Weyr's nannies
* Started working with his grandmother (Ocara, rider of blue Trusyth; grounded due to a threadfall injury), around age 8, picking up her beautician's craft
* As a beautician, R'co is a hairdresser and a barber, though his speciality lies in the creation of various cosmetic lotions, potions and creams. He's also a trained masseuse.
* Went to the Healer Hall age 12 as a student, where he studied herbalism and therapeutic massage
* Searched age 19 to stand at Ista Weyr; Impressed brown Deveriteauxth
* He sells his wares and services across Pern, and has a number of ranking clients - having a dragon certainly helps him get around
* Returned to High Reaches on day 5, month 6, turn 31 of Interval 10

== History ==
===The Early Years===
Once upon a time, Rocco was born to a High Reaches greenrider, Arocca, and a man who she's never cared to put a name to. He grew up in the lower caverns as many weyrbrats do, under the supervision of the nannies; it was all rather uneventful. Rocco spent a decent amount of time with his bluerider grandmother, Ocara, who had taken up her old beautician's craft following an injury that grounded her Trusyth. From her, he learnt practical basics such as hairdressing and barbering, but his interest fell, in particular, in the ways that she mixed herbs and other natural ingredients to create skin-soothing ointments, creams and so on. This interest led him to become a student in the Healer Craft (funded by a combination of marks from his grandmother, and, over the turns, those he was able to make for himself), where he specialised in herbalism and therapeutic massage.

===Impression===
Despite having grown up in a Weyr, it wasn't until he was 19 that Rocco was Searched, while scouting for ingredients in Ista. He'd got seven solid turns of Healer work behind him by that point and was keen to try something new - the fact that he was involved with a long-term relationship with greenrider played a big part in him accepting the offer to Stand. It turned out that he made the right choice, as brown Deveriteauxth stumbled up to him and claimed R'co for his own.

Given the interval, he focused his efforts post-weyrling graduation on his craft, supplementing his wing duties with extra work on the side. His relationship was starting to suffer as a result of not only his divided attentions, but of a change in desires; R'co wanted a family, which his boyfriend clearly couldn't give him - and he was inflexible in 'outsourcing' the matter. Having a lucrative business provided just enough distraction from those sorts of thoughts, as R'co was busy developing, making and selling his lotions, potions and massage services to the list of Pern-wide clients he'd managed to establish over the turns.

===The End and the Beginning===
It was shortly after his 25th turnday (late in month 10, turn 30) that things came to a head. A huge fight had his weyrmate moving out, just as news of the leadership troubles at High Reaches began to filter through to Ista Weyr. While he had never been the most ambitious of individuals, R'co couldn't help but be enticed by the prospects that his home Weyr could offer him; Deveriteauxth was a big enough brown to be a contender and had proved himself capable of catching a gold twice in his six turns - what would stop him from catching Iesaryth, or Hraedhyth? Wouldn't R'co, a Weyr native, be a better choice than either Taikrin or H'kon? And wouldn't it be nice to be away from Ista, where his ex-weyrmate was flaunting his new squeeze everywhere he looked?

Plans were set in motion for him to return home properly, for the first time in 12 turns, since he'd gone off to study at the Healer Hall. With the mobility of his business to his advantage, R'co packed up and left Ista behind, returning to High Reaches.

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N'ky

2013-08-15T03:45:29Z

Nicky:

Logs:Chance Meetings, Notes and Blow-Offs

2013-08-11T09:39:35Z

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| when = Day 26, month 5, turn 32 of Interval 10.
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'''A sleazy bar on the Igen coast'''

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There are two things that this place is known for: bad booze, and sex, of both the paid-for and free kind. It's a Pernese pick-up joint, and it's bustling as ever, located as it is on the Igen coast and ''right'' by a busy harbour. That it's frequented by salty sailors in need of a post-sea pick-me-up is precisely why R'co has picked ''right here'' as a respite from the hubbub of High Reaches. He's barely got his riding kit off before he's at the bar, ordering a drink, and already surveying the crowd to see who's there to be seen.

Does K’tri ''enjoy'' places like this? Not at all. It might be why there’s a look of irritation on the greenrider’s face as he moves through the people, shooting more than one person a very ‘do not touch me’ sort of glare. Once he finally makes it to the bar, he relaxes some, out of the general throng of people. After calling for a drink and taking a seat, he finally at least takes a ''look'' around, even if he doesn’t seem too terribly interested in most.

Oh ''look''. R'co recognises that Igen rider, the one who's pulled up a person or two down the bar from him - he'd recognise that black hair any time after having tousled it so much during their first - and last - encounter. The brownrider gets up from his spot, sidling along the backs of the bar patrons until he's able to squeeze in beside the feisty greenrider, slipping an arm around the back of his seat but otherwise saying nothing, as he draws attention from the bartender.

K'tri stiffens a little at the presence near him, casting a quick look toward R'co. There's obvious surprise there, the greenrider starting just a bit at the..unwelcomely familiar face. "You..?" His eyes narrow then, and he jerks his eyes forward. At least his drink is there, and he picks it up, sipping distractedly.

"Me," R'co replies with a pleasant enough smile, that shows off his pearly whites and plump lips. "What a ''fortuitous'' meeting, darling, don't you think? Of all the bars in all of Pern, you ''would'' just happen to walk into this one..." He winks playfully at the Igenite, then places an order for two drinks - one for himself, and a repeat of whatever the greenrider's drinking. "You know, darling, we may have fucked, but I didn't even get your name."

"Far more reasonable than ''you'' being here. I ''live'' in Igen," K'tri snaps, returning his attention to his drink. When another is ordered, he shoots R'co a suspicious glare, but he doesn't protest it. "Why bother? You don't seem like you'd care to use it anyway." Names? Why even use them? The greenrider sighs though, taking a bit bigger shot of his drink without looking at the brownrider again. "It's K'tri."

Brows raised, R'co smirks at K'tri and his suggestion that he shouldn't be here. "Oh, my work takes me all ''over'' Pern, doll," he coos softly, turning around and wiggling a bit of space so he can lean with his back against the bar, drink cradled in one hand. "K'tri? That's... ''adorable''. K'tri. And I ''do'' like names, darling, because what else are you supposed to shout out during sex? It gets ''so'' dull if you're constantly 'oh baby! oh darling! oh oh I-don't-know-your-name!' - don't you think?"

K'tri snorts softly, shaking his head. "Then keep your trap shut and you wouldn't run into that problem." The greenrider’s eyes narrow a little at that, briefly roaming up and down R'co. "You'd have quite a number of ''fewer'' problems I imagine." He sets down his empty glass then, pushing it along the bar.

The empty glass is refilled quickly, since R'co's already handed over the marks for it to be so. "You didn't like it the other seven then, sweetheart? Because you could've fooled me..." He runs a fingertip just delicately along the length of the greenrider's upper arm, looking at him with hazy, heavy-lidded eyes. "''Do'' let me change your mind, now that I know your name. It's ''far'' better if you hear me cooing 'K'tri' in your ear, I promise."

K'tri bristles, giving that touching finger a disdainful look. "I honestly don't care to hear you ''cooing'' anything." Granted, that wasn't technically a ''no''. The greenrider just seems naturally obstinate. And prickly. The drink is given a wary look, almost as if he expects it to be laced with..something. But he drinks anyway, pulling his arm away from that wandering finger. "Whether I like your cock or not doesn't mean I like ''you''."

"Are you more the ''growling'' type?" R'co leans in, teeth bared in a mock-growl,fingers curled up claw-like. Then he laughs, leaning back casually against the bar and swirling his drink around in its glass. "You ''do'' like my cock though, which is a start. I think it's rather fond of you, sweetness - and the rest of me's not complaining, either." His blue eyes run the course of the greenrider's figure, giving him an appreciative wink.

K'tri rolls his eyes a little. "There are plenty of other people here to bother, and yet you persist in showing me just why I hate coming to places like this." Why must interaction be so troublesome? He shifts away from the bar somewhat, taking his glass with him as he moves further off.

R'co watches the Igenite turn away to leave; his lips purse into a pout, but otherwise he's unmoving as he calls out to the greenrider, "Oh, but I bought you a ''drink'', darling - you ''owe'' me, now." That's the second time now that he's had to speak to the man's back as he's leaving, and the repetition of it makes the brownrider smirk; he lets K'tri go do his thing though, while he leans up against the bar and beckons one of the voluptuous regulars over to curl his arm around her waist and whisper in her ear.

K'tri owes nothing! But he keeps that drink as he heads across the room, as far back as he can get. He refuses to look at R'co, even, engaging in a bit of bored chit-chat with another patron. One that doesn't seem to bother him at all. Once he's done with the drink he sets it on a nearby table, out of the way, and tilts his head a bit to evaluate a smith sitting a few chairs over.

As for R'co, he's completely ignoring K'tri. Maybe. Possibly. He ''might'' just peep over the shoulder of his buxom companion, peering through her tumbling curls to see where the greenrider is and what he's doing. He might even have Deveriteauxth reach out to his dragon's mind with a seductive curl of aniseed and louched emerald, and a line or two of romantic prose.But does he actually ''look''? Nope. He ''does'', however, send another drink over to K'tri, before he gets up to take his girl dancing on the tiny square set aside for such things.

K'tri isn't about to protest more drinks. Even when he sways just a little. But the arrival of it at least causes the greenrider to look up in search of R'co. For a glare of course. Finding him dancing, however, gets a sour look from the cranky rider, and he simply wanders over to the smith he saw before, leaning down over the seated man's shoulder to murmur in his ear.

The Reaches brownrider has eyes only for his dancepartner - though ''she'' might have eyes for K'tri, as she's whirled around the dancefloor by R'co. He's putting on a flambouyant show of himself, twirling her and pulling her close, dropping his lips to her shoulder and neck before spinning her away again in time with the Harper's beat. When they're done, having danced out two songs, the brownrider kisses his partner's hand and starts to make for the exit, sweeping past K'tri and the smith without so much as a glance at either of them.

Whatever K'tri said to the man, the smith seems to be agreeing readily enough. The greenrider still leans a little heavily on him though, alcohol definitely taking a toll. He only glances briefly at the brownrider as he passes by though, instead tugging his smith toward one of the curtained alcoves nearby. Seedy little bars used for picking up partners have useful little nooks.

It's part of R'co's plan to keep on walking if he's not called on by the greenrider, and so he does. He walks right on out of there, to where his dragon's waiting outside.

K'tri doesn't follow. Oh sure, he'll come out of the bar a bit later on of course. After the greenrider is done with the smith. And he does, feet still just a bit unsteady as he makes for Taraveth.

It's a shame there's no brownrider there to help him out. Though Deveriteauxth has been keeping tabs on Taraveth, and passes on a quick message once he knows her rider's with her: << Should have joined him for another drink. >> Then his aniseed purr is gone.

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'''Day 28, month 5.'''

A couple of days later, a gold firelizard pops out of between, dropping a bunch of flowers and a little bottle of scented lotion on K'tri and Taraveth's ledge. There's a little note attached, reading: ''Oh baby! oh darling! oh oh K'tri! Join me for dinner at the Glass Fountain, Fort Weyr?''

K'tri might keep the lotion alright. He even sniffs at it a bit happily. As for the flowers? Well, they're left to the sun and wind on his ledge. But at least he's polite enough to respond to the note. ''No. -K''

R'co receives the note and scrunches it up, tossing it across his weyr where it falls amongst the piles of abandoned sketches and paintings. That doesn't mean he's given up, though; he scribbles another note on a fresh piece of hide, wraps it around a tiny bar of soap and ties it with a ribbon to Clara's leg, before sending her back into between. This time, the message reads: ''Don't you even want to know whose name you ought to be panting out? - R''

Another note? "Oh for the love of..." K'tri balls it up, throwing the paper across the room before he finally makes his own reply. At least it isn't one word. ''When would that be? Between your dancing and your mouth I'll never have a need to know.''

Scribbled beneath that note when it's returned to K'tri is a crude little sketch of a certain anatomical part inside a mouth. Scrawled beside it in flowery script, ''You know how you can keep me quiet.''

K'tri scribbles darkly over the drawing when he returns the note. ''Fuck you.''

The reply? Very simple: ''Name the time and place and I'll be there, darling.''

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Logs:Retirement Plans

2013-08-10T05:35:02Z

Nicky: Added an icon for N'ky.

{{ Log
| who = Meara, N'ky
| where = Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr
| what = Meara and N'ky have a brief conversation the day after Meara's retirement.
| when = Day 22, Month 6, Turn 32
| gamedate = 2013.08.09
| quote = "''I'' am going to - well, enjoy myself. Chase the sun, probably. Isath and I have earned it."
| weather =
| categories =
| mentions = April, Quinlys
| ooc =
| icons = meara.jpg, n'ky calm.jpg
| log = Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr

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The rest of the bowl may be barren, grass barely surviving at best, but here by the lake, it's brilliantly green in the warmer months: thickening and thriving in the silty, boulder-dotted soil just before it transitions to soft sand and thence to the cool, clear water itself.

A large freshwater lake fed by a low waterfall, it not only provides warm-weather bathing space for humans and dragons, but has one end fenced off as a watering hole for the livestock in the feeding grounds. The water there is often muddier than the rest of the clear lake, whose shallows drop off abruptly several yards out into deep water, and whose edge undulates against the coarse-hewn bowl wall: here close enough to just be bramble-covered rocks, there far enough away that a narrow land bridge divides the main lake from a smallish pond. Between are several rocky outcroppings that form excellent makeshift diving points, though only one -- across the bridge -- has a set of narrow, slippery, quite possibly tempting stairs.

Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly warm evening. A breeze tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the air.

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It's one of those evenings that just ''begs'' to be enjoyed, and so the lakeside is relatively full of folks taking their evening meal outdoors. N'ky and Cailluneth have carved a spot for themselves on the grass, both rider and dragon glistening in the late-evening sunlight from a recent dip in the lake. There's a blanket spread with a meagre dinner upon it just beside where Cailluneth's curled-up form has her resting her head, though N'ky's paying no attention to it as he leans against his lifemate's muzzle in a gentle hug, eyes closed and a blissful sort of smile curled upon his lips.

Yesterday was Meara's sixty-fourth turnday-- ''today'', this evening, is the first of her retirement, though it's yet to be formally announced and is known only through whispers and gossip. Isath has spent the day enjoying the sunshine on her ledge, and is now probably dozing away the evening, but her rider is out and about, the summer warmth ensuring she needs her walking stick only occasionally, and ''mostly'' because her chosen destination is the uneven ground of the sandy lakeshore. She's alone, for the moment, and apparently lost in her own thoughts.

Cailluneth's blue-whirled eye spots the other greenrider, and N'ky raises his head from where it's resting against her smoky hide to blink over at Meara. His smile grows, and with a parting kiss to his green's nose he straightens up, tweaks at his wet swimming shorts to unglue them from his thighs, and barefoot-trots on over to meet his old Weyrlingmaster. A soft call, "Meara?", is intended to hopefully alert her of his approach, as he comes up from behind her.

At the sound of her name, Meara stops and then turns, leaning her weight upon the walking stick as she does so. She smiles-- it's a genuine smile, one she matches with a cheerful greeting. "Hello, N'ky," she says, warmly. "Enjoying your evening? And life in the Wings?"

"Hi." N'ky's smile is just as genuine, big, bright, and lopsided as it is. "It was too nice of an evening to want to go anywhere else," he replies with a gentle shrug, biting shyly on his lip. "Avalanche is ok - everyone's nice, duties are alright, I like Sisha and Kieri." There's an unspoken 'but', which he holds back on for a beat. "I miss Flurry, though. And Cirrus. A-and..." His voice drops a notch, and he leans in a little more towards Meara as he asks, "I heard... someone in the lower caverns said that you've...?"

"''Retired''," says Meara, with emphasis - and it's not even remotely negative. Honestly, she sounds delighted. "It's always an adjustment; you'll get used to it all in no time, I'm sure. You wouldn't have graduated if you weren't ready - just remember that." She shrugs her thin shoulders and adds, "But still, an adjustment, I'm sure."

"Retired," N'ky echoes, a slight frown briefly creasing his forehead as confirmation of the rumour sinks in. That Meara's ''happy'' about it turns his frown quickly around, so he's smiling. "It wouldn't be the same in Flurry without you, anyway." A little blush colours his cheeks. "What're you going to do now? Is Quinlys taking over completely? W-would you like to come, um, sit over by Cailluneth with me? I've got..." He looks over his shoulder to where his lifemate's happily curled up, the blanket still where he left it. "... a bit of dinner, if you'd like to share it?"

"I'm sixty-four, N'ky," says Meara, with a laugh. "Don't you think it's time I stepped back and enjoyed myself? Left the hard work to someone else? It was ''my'' choice, and I'm glad for it." All those questions seem to amuse her, somehow, as does his offer. "Oh no, I won't interrupt your dinner. Besides, I'm out here to ''walk'', not sit. I'm meeting friends, in a little while. Unless our new Weyrleaders decide otherwise, yes, Quinlys is taking over completely. ''I'' am going to - well, enjoy myself. Chase the sun, probably. Isath and I have earned it."

N'ky nods, Meara's laugh making his smile grow. "So long as you're happy, Meara," he says warmly, "that's all that matters. Chasing the sun sounds... fun. There are ''so'' many things you could do... but will you join a wing? After? Maybe? A-and may I walk with you?" He offers his arm for her to take if she will. "Meara? Can I ask you something, um, m-more... more like wh-what I might've asked you ''before'' you retired?"

Meara adds, after a thoughtful moment. "And then there are my grandchildren, of course. They're about your age, I think. Close enough. I've joined Sleet," the Veterans wing, "nominally, at least. Not that Sleet tends to have much by way of ''duties'' - we're retirees, and we're proud of it." She shakes off the offer of the arm, but seems content enough to walk with N'ky, saying, "Of course you may. I'm not sure how relevant ''my'' answer will be, now, but I'll answer what I can."

"I think you give the best advice, whether you're, um, my Weyrlingmaster or j-just a friend," he seems a little shy in proposing as much, looking hopefully to Meara to see if he's right in thinking that they ''are'' as much. N'ky then draws a deep breath, preparing himself for what he's about to say; it's delivered slowly as he tries not to let his nerves bring up his stutter. "If someone, um... tells you they're... ''something'', and that they're ''that'' way because of ''you'', but you don't know if it's true, a-and you maybe... maybe ''upset'' them by saying you think they're wrong, wh-what would you do?"

Meara neither confirms nor denies the 'friend' tag, though she smiles at N'ky. That smile fades into something more quizzical as she attempts to work through what he's asking. "I think," she says, finally, "that you would need to talk it out with them, and explain your reasoning, and try to… clear the air. As it were. But every situation is different. You need to do what ''you'' think is best."

N'ky nods, though he doesn't seem entirely satisfied with the answer. "That's what everyone's said. Do what ''I'' think is best, which is what upset her." His nose wrinkles as he thinks, and he rubs at the back of his neck, ruffling fingers through his curls. Then he shrugs his shoulders, brushing it off. "It'll come right, I guess. So... what're your first plans, now that you're free of weyrlings forever? You could go to ''Ista''. I've found this ''awesome'' bar there on the beach, where you can sleep on the sand if you have to and they have bonfires and bakes every night - and music, too."

"Sometimes… it's not possible to avoid upsetting people, if you really believe something. But listen to what she has to say, and try and work things out between you. If you ''both'' listen, at least then you'll understand each other." Meara's silent for some seconds after that, finding it more difficult, it seems, to switch between topics. "Ista? Oh, I've been to Ista many times, N'ky, I assure you. And Boll, and Monaco, and… just about everywhere you can imagine. I think I'll see what I feel like."

"I-if you wanted somewhere, um, ''quiet'', and warm, you could, i-if you wanted, I mean, there's an island down South that, um, Cailluneth and I - and Norrick, too, now, I guess, we've sorta... turned it into an... ovine thing." N'ky's not sure how to describe it properly. "There's a beach that's just about big enough for Cailluneth to land in with her tail in the water, but there's plenty of open land. And it's sunny, mostly, and quiet, e-except for the ovines, but they won't bother you."

Meara gives N'ky a relatively fond smile. "That's nice of you, N'ky, but I think I'll manage. I know plenty of places out there - plenty of places ''without'' ovines. Honestly, between the grandchildren and Isath and some friends I have, I'm sure I'll be keeping myself quite busy." She pauses, stretching, and admits, "I feel like I should have done this a long time ago - but it just wasn't time. No matter. I still have a ''few'' good turns left in me."

"''More'' than a few!" N'ky laughs as he pauses alongside Meara, smiling down at her. "My... ''thing'', that I just asked you about? That... might make me a dad." His smile's still there as he says it, though it's a little forced due to his conflicted feelings. To avoid them, he skips right onto another topic altogether. "Do you remember that I thought, um, I might like to be an assistant weyrlingmaster, someday? Do you think Quinlys would want me for it? H-how long will I have to be a rider before I, um, c-could think about asking for it?"

Presumably, Meara has already read between the lines to work out what N'ky has been talking about, because she nods. "If you are, I hope you'll do your best with it," she says, gently… though by rumour she's never been close to her ''own'' children. "I can't tell you whether Quinlys will or not, or ''when'' she'll consider it a possibility. Honestly, it varies from Weyrlingmaster to Weyrlingmaster. I think you'll have to talk to her, N'ky, and see what she thinks. Weyrlings and Weyrlingmasters are no longer my problem."

"Right. Um... I-I'll see if I can maybe speak to her." As he runs his fingers through his curls again, pushing them back from his forehead, N'ky nods - as if trying to buck his own confidence to go and speak to the bluerider. "I... I think I'll have to be good as a f-father, um... b-because I c-can't be like ''mine'' is. It's just... I d-don't ''want'' to be one. Not ''now''. And I know April's... s-she's been... ''y'know''. We're not an ''exclusive'' thing. But I'll do my best, a-and what I think is right, because... she's still a friend. If she even ''is'' knocked up." He sounds like he doubts it. "Are your grandkids here in the Weyr?"

Meara bites her lip, as if she's holding something back, and then she shakes her head. "Take a piece of advice, N'ky: don't give her any suggestion that you think she's lying. That way only leads to tears. My grandchildren? Oh no, they're spread out across Pern. Frankly, I'm not even entirely sure ''what'' it is they're doing… but I suppose I'll have to find that out, sooner or later." She glances back towards the bowl, and then smiles: "And there are my friends. I'm off, N'ky. Good luck with Avalanche." She has a group of riders around her own age to meet up with.

Shaking his head, N'ky stammers a quiet, "O-oh, no, I wouldn't... no, I wouldn't..." His fingers knot in his hair again, and he looks concerned for a moment - until Meara says she's leaving. He looks up to where she's looking, then turns his gaze back to her and smiles. "Oh - yeah. Thanks, Meara... thank you. Um..." Pausing for a beat, he cants his head before continuing; "I-if you'd like to catch up over klah, sometime, I'd... I'd be available. I-if you want to. It's always nice speaking to you."

Meara's fine brows raise, just slightly, but she ultimately smiles. "Perhaps," she says, noncommittally. "But surely you'll be busy with all your friends your own age. Have a good one, N'ky." She doesn't wait for a reply, though it's not as though she moves all that past, crossing back from the beach and towards the bowl.

"You too," N'ky calls out after Meara. "Have a good evening." He stands to watch her leave for a moment before trotting back to Cailluneth, folding his long limbs to settle down on the blanket and finally get to eating that late dinner.

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Logs:Not My Problem

2013-08-06T05:33:41Z

Nicky: Created page with "{{ Log | who = Alida, N'ky | where = Snowasis | what = April's angry. Alida finds out why. | when = It is a summer afternoon, 19:36 of day 10, month 6, turn 32 of Interval 10..."

{{ Log
| who = Alida, N'ky
| where = Snowasis
| what = April's angry. Alida finds out why.
| when = It is a summer afternoon, 19:36 of day 10, month 6, turn 32 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.08.05
| quote = "Go knock some damned ''sense'' into that lanky bastard at the bar."
| weather = Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly warm evening. A breeze tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the air.
| categories =
| mentions = April, Quinlys, I'zech
| ooc =
| icons = alida determined.jpg, n'ky determined.jpg
| log =
'''Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr'''

''The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor, and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook.''

''Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern.''

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The 'Reaches summer is in full swing! And that means that tonight, there are more punters soaking up the warmth on the patio, rather than propping up the Snowasis' bar. Which means all the more room for a sun-kissed N'ky, who's standing up against the counter talking animatedly to a girl beside him - April, as it happens. She doesn't look incredibly impressed with him and turns on her heel to storm out in a huff, leaving the greenrider to stare after her with eyes that start off wide, but end up narrowed as she slips out the door. Then he turns back to his drink, and to leaning against the bar.

One of those people out on the patio is Alida, the sitting bluie partially hidden from view behind an ever-shifting wall of humanity. The blonde has the back of her seat lightly propped against a granite wall, her attention settled mostly upon a couple other Glacier riders who are regaling her and about 4 other people with a not-so-tall tale of their recent run-in with a half-handful of Miners. Loud and expressive, the pair's words of their fight and subsequent drinking call up much laughter from everyone hanging around the table, Alida snickering and shaking her pale head before mentioning something to one of the former combatants. The guard earns a low 'Wooooo...' from a few of the others around her, one of the males graphically cupping his hand over his crotch in a quick grope, then mock-flinching away from her.

April just happens to barge on out past the Glacier group as one of them's making that crude gesture, and she stops to give him a ''dirty'' look. Her gaze quickly shifts away from him to settle on Alida, giving her clutchmate a ''stern'' sort of look - she's not happy at all, and she's not doing overly well at holding it in as she snaps at the bluerider. "''You''." A finger points towards the blonde, just in case there was any ambiguity as to who she's addressing. "Go knock some damned ''sense'' into that lanky bastard at the bar. He ''listens'' to you." With a huff, and another dark look at the crude rider, the Snowdrift bluerider storms off.

"Might almost be tempted...but I don' fraternize with lightweights..." Alida notes in smooth riposte to that fellow Glacier guy. Her comeback earns the blonde a loud cheer from the rest of the group, one of the women in it laughing aloud "Set yerself up for *that* one!" to the man, who's shaking his head, smirking, and facepalming. And then there's an April blowing by with that point to and piece of 'advice' for Alida, the blonde's brows drawing together a little as she observes her clutchmate's storming off. Soon enough, the woman adopts a long-suffering expression, then muttering something to her tablemates as she finishes the rest of her drink. From Between - over the heads of those at the table - pops a little, sunflower-toned firelizard, the still young pet then swooping down to land upon a forearm the guard offers her. After some moments of murmuring and looking pointedly into the gold's eyes, the woman sends Pyrite off into the depths of the bar, where she flies as near the ceiling as possible...apparently looking for something. Not long after, the flit zips back out to her human and chirrups her information, receiving a rub of her chin and an unshelled peanut from the blonde. Crooning her pleasure, the little queen zips off to attack and snack on that bit of human food while the bluie murmurs her apparent farewells, and steps away, and into the Snowasis itself. Greens peer all around for that tall, thin greenrider.

Who's leaning against the bar with his arms folded, clasping his elbows and talking to the 'tender about something or other. He looks about as pleased as April was when she stormed out, and his conversation partner seems somewhat sympathetic to whatever he's having to listen to. N'ky raises his glass in a salute to the older man before downing what's left in it, with a refill quick in coming. Then he's left on his own as the bartender's attention is taken elsewhere; he drops his chin to his hand and leans, drumming fingers off both his cheek and the counter top.

Given the throng of humanity out (and in) celebrating the nice summer weather, it might go without saying that Alida - who is not short at all, but not really quite tall, either - gets lost in said crowd. She takes her time and approaches the bar from an oblique angle, letting the moving crowd disguise her motions. And so it is that, after a minute of shifting around within the throng, the guard simply seems to have appeared from the blue at N'ky's side, the silent woman already ordering her newest drink, and murmuring to the bartender that "...it goes on S'ris' tab." While the greenie drums, she simply stands there, and watches, waits.

N'ky has to be aware of the bluerider by his side once she appears there, but it takes him a few frowning moments before he glances her way. Seeing that it's Alida causes his frown to deepen a little more - though not in disappointment. His drumming gets harder against the bartop for a few seconds after he looks away from her, then stops abruptly as he slaps his palm down in a frustrated gesture. "'Lida." This time when he looks at her, it's with a distracted, 'can I help you?' expression.

She emotes not a single thing besides bland curiosity to N'ky and his frown, Alida simply taking a few more moments to observe him. After N'ky's recognition of name, the woman notes just barely above the blaring of the crowd, "Apparently ya' pissed off April." Her voice is just about as bland as her features, right now.

"Huh," is N'ky's non-committal response to ''that''. He turns back to look at his drink, contemplating it for a moment before raising it to his lips and chugging the whole lot. After he sets the empty tumbler down, he asks, "Did she go bitching to ''you''?" There's surprise there, and he gives Alida an unhappy sort of look. "She shouldn't've."

A small lift of brow is given for that chugging of his, Alida then rolling one of her shoulders slightly. "Not really. She just blew by me, said I should try ta talk some sense inta' ya'." So... why isn't the bluie already doing such, then? It's at this point that her drink arrives, the blonde thanking the 'tender, then taking up the bright-pink, berry fru-fru slushy thing in one hand, and sipping from the reed straw.

N'ky eyes Alida's choice of drink... curiously, but refrains from saying anything. The tiny smile that tweaks up the corner of his mouth ever so slightly has unspoken opinion aplenty, though. "April's..." He starts trying to explain, then shrugs. "... got a p-problem that I don't think has anything do to with me, e-even if she ''says'' it does."

Alida presses her shoulder up against the lip of the bar itself, idly jogging one brow a little again when N'ky peers at her drink, though she remains quiet so as to better hear him in the din. Sip, mmm. After hearing him out... "And the problem is?" The way it's inquired, it's totally up to him whether he explains or not.

"Guess." N'ky bites hard on his bottom lip, in frustration and uncertainty, if the unsteady sort of look in his eyes gives anything away. He pauses for a moment as he orders himself another drink, then spills a little more while waiting for it. "Didn't Quinlys or someone teach you all to go between or something? After... ''stuff''?"

She looks just a hint irritated at his 'guess,' Alida then clipping off blandly, "Cai's scratchin' uv' 'er blue." 'This is silly,' says her expression. Sip. Huh? For some moments, the blonde's trying to puzzle out just what the shit the greenie's talking about when he inquires that...and then the lightbulb finally goes off in her head, and leaves her blinking, staring into N'ky's eyes. "She's...preggers?" A hint of surprise is nestled within her low alto.

"And it's not ''my'' problem, e-even if she ''says'' it is." N'ky's shoulders hunch up both defensively and fearfully, and he clutches at his drink as if it's a lifeline. "It ''c-can't'' be, 'Lida..." Only he really doesn't sound so sure, as he turns to the bluerider for reassurance. "I'm not... ''we're'' not j-just with each other, a-and there's been ''flights'', and..." And that lets him off the hook, right?

Wrong answer, N'ky...and the hard glare in Alida's eyes says so, if her frown isn't enough. "Outside..." the blonde fairly orders the greenie, her tone clipped and cool, brooking no rejection. If she has to, she'll drag him out into the Bowl, beyond the merry throng...though the woman still takes her rarer, fru-fru drink with her.

N'ky doesn't argue, nor does he take his drink with him. It goes down the hatch in the same fashion as the last one, the tumbler left on the bar as he leads the way out. His hands are stuck deep into his pockets and shoulders hunched as he stalks along the patio then practically runs down the stairs to the bowl, where Cailluneth is waiting. Glistening wet from the lake, by the looks of it. He takes up a spot near her, and waits for Alida.

As soon as they're far enough beyond the Snowasis for raised voices to not easily carry, the silent blonde opens up on N'ky, and while her voice isn't truly loud, it *is* raised enough to drive the point home. "That was a shitty thing ya' did." Stare. "Handled it like a fuckin' punk-ass kid." Cailluneth is given a small nod of greeting in afterthought, the blonde then looking back to her lifemate. "Whether it's yers 'r not, ya' could've been *decent* ta her."

"''You'' don't even ''know'' what I said!" N'ky's quick to retort, a touch of heat to his own tone. "She comes in, tells me she's... that I've... a-and ''I'' said wh-what about all the flights Darcielth's b-been in? 'Cos he's ''won'' a-at least a ''couple'' by now, a-a-and what about e-everyone ''else'' she's been with? And ''why'' ''me''?" As if his stutter wasn't enough to give away how flustered he is, the greenrider knots his fingers in his hair and paces. "W-we barely even... n-not so much any more, s-so I just... I just tried to be... ''reasonable'', 'Lida."

That's Alida for you, jumping to conclusions in an emotional situation. She's irked that N'ky's rounding on her, but even the pigheaded bluie can see there's more to this situation than meets the eye, and so she just glares at her clutchmate for a little longer, sips her drink. After he's done speaking, the blonde remains silent, suckling at the strawberry goodness from her straw, and thinking for awhile. "She needs ta talk with the Healers, no matter what..." is finally noted around an exasperated sigh. This is *so* not her kind of thing. "No matter the father, if she decides ta' keep it, it'll change things some fer 'er." No wonder April's upset, maybe even scared. Sip, mull. "She's got a whole Weyr fulla' people that c'n help 'er raise it, 'r just take over fer 'er completely."

That doesn't seem to soothe N'ky much, as he shakes his head and knots his fingers tighter into his hair. "So tell ''her''." He's freaked out about it all, too. "A-and tell her it c-can't be... 'Lida, I've n-not been with her for... f-for... it's been ''a-ages'', before Cailluneth... Darcielth l-lost Pasiyath's flight. I-I was there and we... b-but that was ''it'', I've not... that's m-more than a month ago, I-I don't..." Words to properly express himself just don't seem to want to come anymore, and N'ky just shakes his head, holding tight to his curls as he leans back against Cailluneth's supporting muzzle.

"Sweet Faranth; how far's yer head up yer ass?" Alida notes testily when N'ky responds like that. Stare. "Ya mustn't've listened well enough ta I'zech's boys part uv the lecture...'r maybe that dope didn' even bother with it." Eyeroll. "It sure as shit could be yer kid; just depends on when." A finger points unerringly at him. "*You* need ta talk with 'er; and her with all the guys who could be the da'. S'up ta' her in the end, though." Shrug. "Given all the hulabaloo about it, might be best fer 'er ta just Between a few extra times." And forget it.

"I n-never got a lecture from I'zech," N'ky frowns, shifting his grip from his hair to rub anxiously at his upper arm, scratching through the summer-weight fabric of his shirt. "I don't ''want'' a kid, 'Lida - I don't ''want'' to be a dad. What if I turn into ''my'' dad?" He straightens up from his lean against his lifemate, turning to stroke her muzzle absently. "I... I-I need to... I've g-gotta go. I... I've j-just gotta go." He pauses for a moment, hovering uncertainly before adding, "S-sorry she... she sh-shouldn't have spoken to you, 'Lida... I'm s-sorry she involved you." An attempt at an apologetic smile is made, before he turns to make his way around to Cailluneth's straps.

"No ya' don't..." Alida notes crisply when N'ky turns away after he's done talking, her free hand grasping at his nearest arm like a python might its prey. "Hidin' from it's not gonna do anyone any favors, in the end. Just make it worse, likely." Her words are crisp, no-nonsense. "You *may* be the physical father, an' ya' might *not*. Just man the eff up 'n talk with her about it. *Face* it. 'Cause whether ya want a kid 'r not, she's preggers. FACT." Greens try to stare into browns as she also tries to hold him back.

N'ky would normally submit to a hold like that simply because it's ''Alida'', but not today. He pulls his arm free, shaking his head at her. "'s'not ''mine''," he denies again, "and I'm ''going''." Cailluneth swings her head around to form a gentle barrier between him and Alida, nudging her muzzle in between the two of them so her Heart can climb up onto her back. It's a soft, almost sorry whuff of breath she exhales over the bluerider as she raises her head again, before trotting off to where she can take off safely. As she spirals upwards, she shares a quick image with Ilicaeth: a hilly island, surrounded by beach and sea, dotted with ovines. Then she disappears both mentally and physically as she winks into between.

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| who = D'kan, D'kan{{!}}Kazavoth, R'co, R'co{{!}}Deveriteauxth
| where =Dive Bar, Greenfields Hold
| what = Two brownriders walk into a bar. Ouch.
| when = Evening, Day 23, month 5, turn 32 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.07.31
| quote = << Our riders have gone insane, Deveriteauxth. >>
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| mentions = Azaylia, G'mli, Z'ian
| ooc = Takes place after [[Logs:Hraedhyth%27s_Senior_Flight|Hraedhyth's Senior Flight]] and [[Logs:Unexpected..._but_Welcome|Unexpected... but Welcome]]. Also, D'kan is awesome. <3
| icons = d'kan done.jpg, d'kan kaz skeptic.jpg, r'co ohreally.jpg, r'co deveriteauxth smoky.jpg
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'''Dive Bar, Greenfields Hold'''

''Despite the dirt, the dim lighting, and the obviously battle-scarred furniture, there is nothing overtly dangerous about the dive bar tucked against the corner of Greenfields proper. The main bar room is low-slung and windowless, and lit with flickering glows that seem to be perpetually in danger of guttering out entirely. A long, darkly stained and pitted bar stretches across one end of the room, complete with rickety stools that often play host to a set of rough-looking (and drunk) characters.''

''The rest of the room boasts a scattering of equally scarred round tables and oft-repaired chairs, filled with the same mix of gnarled laborers and somewhat disreputable young people in search of a quick thrill. Behind the bar is a shut door, which apparently leads to a set of storerooms and offices for the bar management types. There's a reek of spilled beer in the air, mixed with the sightly sour scent of sweat and the salty, greasy smell of the snacks brought in to appease the patrons.''

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A couple hours after Hraedhyth's flight back at the Weyr, evening has settled in Greenfields, and this particular bar is already half-full of patrons that are growing increasingly rowdy. The vibe so far is edgy, but not ''too'' much so yet - typical, really, for those who might frequent the joint. Whether he's a frequent visitor or not, R'co is sat right up at the bar, currently a good few drinks in given the sloshed manner in which he's chatting to the burly-looking man beside him. It's a study in contrasts; the smooth-skinned, primped blonde brownrider and the roughed up worker-type with his scrubby beard and scruffy clothes. The latter seems to be only ''just'' tolerating the 'Reachian, who's currently waggling a finger at him as he talks about... ''something''. It's all slurred, whatever it is.

A draft accompanies D'kan's entry, a red tinge on his cheeks indicating the wind has picked up in the last couple hours. He's not currently wearing his knot, but the rest of the gear is clearly Rider. Not entirely out of place on its own, but ''he'' is. A skeptical look appears briefly as he gives the dive a study from left to right, and he's on the verge of leaving again when he spots R'co at the bar. The debate is all over the younger brownrider's face, once he's picked up on the body language. Does he stay and watch someone clean R'co's clock, or step in? Call it the Brotherhood of Brown, or something more charming, but he seems to have decided on the latter as he heads toward the two unlikely conversational partners. "Thought that might have been yours out there in the field," he says to R'co, though it's while shooting the other guy a quick look, probably to see if there's a clock cleaning on the docket anyway.

It’s not the draft that makes R’co look away from the bearded man, but the proximity of his fellow brownrider. The blonde turns his attention to D’kan, dropping that waggling finger from the face of his conversation partner to positively beam at the younger rider. “Oh, ''D’kaaaan''. I remembered your name.” And he seems especially pleased about it, too, as he looks up and seems to be expecting praise for his recollection. “That ''is'' my darling Dev outside – doesn’t he look ''dashing''? Greenfields is ''such'' a good look for him.” Which… doesn’t make sense, other than in R’co’s head. There’s throat-clearing to the side of him, and he looks back to the man with the beard and smiles gushily at him. “D’kan, darling, this is… is…” He bites his lip, flushed cheeks colouring as he can’t recall the man’s name. “Torynd,” beardy-man supplies, not impressed. “Yes! Torynd. Of ''course''. I was telling him all about how he really ought to moisturise – don’t you think it would make him look ''so'' much more handsome, ‘Kaaaan?”

D'kan's eyes flick from one guy to the other, depending on which is speaking, then back to Torynd once R'co asks his question. He arches a brow slightly at the bearded guy, then moves over so he can catch the bartender's attention. Whatever it is he orders, it comes in a small glass, is paid for right away, then knocked back immediately following. But rather than order another, the younger rider takes a seat and fiddles with the empty shot glass, earning himself an odd look from the bartender before the guy heads toward R'co and Torynd to ask about refills.

R'co holds a finger up to Torynd in an 'excuse me' manner, before slipping from his seat to sidle closer to D'kan once he's ordered another drink for himself; his earlier conversation partner will have to fend for himself, and he's not looking at all displeased by the brownrider's departed attention. Edging in close to the Glacier wingrider, R'co fixes him with a purse-lipped look, arms crossed over his chest. "That was rather ''rude'', you know." He reaches out to tap a fingertip against the younger man's knee in reprimand. "I asked you a question." Two drinks arrive - two shots - and R'co pushes one to his fellow 'Reachian, while claiming the other for himself, raising it and waiting for D'kan to do the same, with the intention of downing them in unison.

"It was a trick question," D'kan replies darkly as he continues turning the emptied shot glass. There's a glance toward the one R'co pushes toward him, then a glance toward the other brownrider. "I say no, I get punched by a guy twice my size for dissing him. I say yes, I get punched by a guy twice my size for coming onto him. The truthful answer, though, is that I don't give a wherry's ass whether or not anyone should put lotion on their face." He scoots the offered shot back toward R'co, explaining, "I'm not here to drink. Just wanted the one. Take the sharding edge off."

"Darling. Do you ''really'' think he would've punched you? He didn't punch ''me''." R'co seems to realise that he was probably pushing the poor guy's limits - and, with a quick look over his shoulder, he confirms that Torynd has made his escape while possible. "Huh," is the brownrider's reaction, as he turns back to D'kan, looking disappointed. "I think I'd been close to a ''sale'', too." The younger rider gets a slender index finger prodding roughly at his chest. "There's ''value'' in what I do and make, y'know. People ''like'' it. And if you're not here to drink, then you're in the wrong fucking place, doll." Up comes the prodding finger, to pinch D'kan's cheek.

D'kan's answer is a soft, swift snort as he looks away from R'co and back to his empty shot glass. "That guy wasn't going to buy shit from you," he mutters softly, now looking toward the bartender, though the guy's talking to other customers at the moment. Rethinking his drink tactic, maybe? And then R'co is ''touching'' him. How well does the Snowdrift rider know D'kan? He'd spent a fair bit of time around the wing, at least, both with G'mli and later shadowing. Even then, though, there wouldn't have been much warning. At the poke to the chest, D'kan's jaw tenses quickly, gaze boring darkly into the wall opposite, while his hands form fists on the counter to either side of the shot glass. Had it stopped there, he might have let it slide. But then there's the ''pinch''. No further warnings are given before the younger rider's out of his chair, knocking it back with a clatter, while both hands come up to grip R'co's shirt before giving him a shove hard toward the bar. It's meant to be a forceful shake, but this soon after that gold flight, nerves are way too raw to allow for too much control.

Those signs that he’s pushing for trouble? R’co doesn’t see them. Probably not even when it’s too late, either, because he’s smashed into the bar before he does anything even close to responding. “The f—“ is cut off as he worms his hands in between himself and the taller, bulkier brownrider, to give him a shove, freeing just enough space for him to twist around and slam an elbow into D’kan’s stomach. Slight as he might be, R’co’s not devoid of moves – and he, too, is still feeling raw after Hraedhyth's flight, though somewhat soothed by Deveriteauxth's Igen win. "The ''fuck'' are you ''doing''?" He braces for another round, jaw tense and blue eyes narrowed.

The hit to his gut has D'kan releasing R'co's shirt and taking a step back, though the furious look on his face says clearly enough that he'd rather strike out again. "You can't just go ''touching'' people!" he answers, emphasizing the word "touching" with a finger pointed at R'co's chest. "What the fuck is ''wrong'' with you?"

They’ve earned a bit of attention now, the possible pre-brawl scene between the riders to the liking of some of the bar’s patrons. R’co’s maybe noticed as much from the corner of his eye, as he tosses his head to clear his fringe from his eyes, and puffs up his chest like a peacock facing a… whatever D’kan might be. Something ''bigger'', anyway. “You’d’ve ''known'' it if I ''touched'' you,” the blonde snips, as he reaches out to jab that finger right back against the brownrider’s chest. “Fucking ''pussy'' to be offended by ''that''? Shoulda heard what I was thinking of doing to those ''cheeks''...” The lewd gesture he makes leaves little to the imagination, as he curls his hand as if grasping something thick up to his mouth, puffing out one cheek to mime – well, it needs no explanation really, does it?

No, that did not need an explanation. D'kan gets it loud and clear. R'co won't have time for more than one cheek puff before D'kan's fist is headed straight for it, and fast. He has the height, and he has the build, and unless the other brownrider is quick enough to overcome intoxication, this one's going to hurt. He's not trying to hit R'co's nose, at least. Did the patrons want a show? Looks like they've got one.

Quick enough when sober perhaps, but a few drinks in? R’co has no chance, and that fist lands a crushing blow to his cheek, forcing out all the air that had it puffed up so prettily, just before. The smaller brownrider grunts as he stumbles from the impact, one hand grabbing the bar for stability while the other reaches for the other nearest thing: D’kan’s shirt. His fingers curl into it and, in the seconds that it takes him to recover, grip tighter – drawing the younger man towards him and just ''so'', so as to line him up for the return uppercut that’s headed right for the left side of his jaw.

D'kan has enough time to turn his head, but not enough experience or wit to know ''how'' to turn, exactly, especially with R'co's grip on his own shirt. The punch misses the jaw, but at the angle, there's a hard hit to one of those chipmunk cheeks and the corner of his eye, splitting the skin and heralding something dark and ugly come morning. Dazed somewhat, it's about all D'kan can do to shove R'co away from him enough to break that grip, losing a few buttons in the process. The respite is brief, however, and his other eye is still fine, so with the very next break, there's a low, hard jab to the other brownrider's gut.

While the punch to his cheek might have knocked some of the drunkenness out of him, R’co’s still trying to fight against the booze ''and'' the brownrider, who’s ripped away from him and… ''broken his nail''. The blonde winces and shakes his hand to try and dispel the pain of the to-the-cuticle rip, which means he misses the fact that there’s a fist coming right for his stomach. It hits home hard and he doubles up over it, cheeks puffed out (like D’kan’s!) in pain – and in part to hold back the heave of booze that the jab’s forced back up his gullet. He swallows, then takes advantage of his bent-over position to ram himself against D’kan, arms wrapping around his waist as he tackles and shoves backwards, trying to get a foot behind the taller man’s to trip him. And while this goes down? There’s some cheering from the other patrons, for sure – though that guy behind the bar doesn’t look pleased as he hollers for them to quit it. But will either brownrider hear it?

The tackle is quite effective, especially when paired with the tripping foot, plus a leg from the toppled chair from earlier. D'kan falls straight back and lands flat on his back. If R'co's head hasn't already knocked the wind out of him, this finishes the job, leaving the younger rider grimacing with his eyes shut tightly. He shoves again, this time with all four limbs to make sure the other rider's off him, then he rolls onto his stomach and pushes up to kneel on his knees, one hand reaching blindly for that felled chair. Not as a weapon, but in an effort to help himself to his feet. Maybe in another minute. Or two. He finally opens his eyes, though the left one is starting to get puffy. Some of those cheering patrons start reaching to put the combatants back on their feet, completely disregarding the bartender's objections.

A fight’s better than no fight any night though, isn’t it? Or at least that’s the general buzz as R’co, too, is helped to his feet, rubbing the back of his hand over his bruised cheek and spitting – him, spitting! – out a mouthful of what looks like bloodied saliva. The ginger poking of his tongue into the inside of his cheek might give away where it could be coming from, but he only gives himself a moment of delicate exploration before he’s coming in at D’kan again with fists raised and ready for both offence and defence. He’s not ''quite'' that disciplined of a fighter though to go through with nothing but punches, and with the younger rider being bigger and certainly more powerful-looking, if not ''actually'' so, he knows he needs an advantage… and he takes one when he sees it. That drink, pushed along the bar to D’kan earlier? R’co grabs it, flinging the booze at the brownrider’s eyes before lunging to plant a fist in his belly.

Well. Now D'kan's just ''angry''. Angrier. Offended, really. Outraged! "Sharding ''cheater''!" he growls, eyes now streaming from the sting of alcohol. Outside the bar, there's a screech of protest from one brown Kazavoth, who is just as outraged on behalf of his rider. He's not going to go rampaging or anything, but he's a bit put out! Not that he transfers the outrage to R'co's lifemate. That would just be silly. Instead, his voice is infused with disdain as he hisses, << Our riders have gone insane, Deveriteauxth. >> However, if he's trying to influence his own rider at all, it's not having the desired effect, because D'kan has grabbed the lunging R'co's shoulders and shoved him down toward that beautifully clean floor.

Deveriteauxth has been uncharacteristically ''quiet'' up until now – perhaps because he’s nursing a bruised ego. Perhaps because R’co’s ''making'' him stay quiet. Perhaps… oh, who ''knows''? But the invitation to conversation from Kazavoth is met with a mental whuff of aniseed smoke and ice, followed by that delightfully rough, heavily accented tone of his. << Insanity? No – this is ''passion''. >> He doesn’t seem ''too'' bothered by it all, not just yet – so perhaps R’co believes he’s got things under some sort of tenuous control. ''Perhaps''. It’d be hard to believe, given the way D’kan catches him off-guard and makes him hit the deck – it doesn’t wind him, but it does confuse him to have lost his footing so easily. That doesn’t stop him from taking a sideswipe at the younger rider’s ankles with his booted foot though, sitting up to grab at his clothing to help knock him off-balance and bring him down to the floor with him.

There is a mental puff of dark amusement from Kazavoth as he shifts in his spot in the field, turning so he can look directly toward where he can feel his rider is. << Passion ''is'' insanity, Deveriteauxth, >> he counters, his own voice a soft, scratchy tenor. << Either way, they have lost their minds. >> He would seem correct on some levels, at least. When R'co goes for D'kan's ankles, one is caught quite squarely, kicking it out from under the younger rider, and D'kan goes down to one knee. However, that one knee happens to be on top of R'co before he falls to the side, off-balance by the grip on his shirt. It might have turned into a rough and tumble wrestling match from there, but just then the bartender and a few bouncer-looking types step in, not only to pull the two apart, but also to toss them like so many tubers out into the evening's darkness.

<< ''This'' is passion, >> Deveriteauxth croons mentally to Kazavoth, before sharing with him not the typical clinking of ice and aniseed’s sweetness, but the heat of flightlust and a rather ''graphic'' image of himself, twined around a dark green dragon, with the distinct satisfaction that comes with a memory that is fresh – fresh enough to have been mere ''hours'' ago, in fact. << Mine is sane. And ''satisfied''. >> And yet… still fighting in a bar? Maybe not ''that'' satisfied after all. After a knee to the gut it’s hard for R’co to protest when he’s hauled up and hoyed out by bigger, burlier men – given the size of them, he’d have trouble escaping them under normal circumstances, let alone in his current state. The brownrider tumbles to the ground when he’s let loose, rolling onto his knees once he can and groaning as he rubs at his belly, clearly ''sore''. “Fucking ''kid'', what’d you go and do ''that'' for?” Because it’s D’kan’s fault. ''All'' his fault. Naturally.

<< If you are delusional, perhaps, >> Kazavoth replies in a soft voice, quickly retreating as soon as both their riders end up in plain view. Softer yet, and infused with inky swirls of nebulaic dust, << Then again, mine felt a thousand things I did not recognize when first we landed in this... this... >> The brown must trail off, vocabulary suddenly unable to come up with just the right word for Greenfields, until finally and lamely, he finishes with a whispered, << This place. >> D'kan might have landed funny when one of the bouncers tosses him out the door, because he's even longer getting to his hands and knees, then finally up to a kneeling position, or perhaps this is the aftereffect of having the wind thoroughly knocked out of him earlier. "The last was an accident," he croaks hoarsely, managing to get one foot under him, then the other. While still doubled over, he makes his way toward R'co and holds out a hand, offering to help him up.

Delusional? Deveriteauxth? Never. He entertains the younger brown’s thoughts on a puffy little cloud of aniseed smoke, that is both amusement and tolerance. << This place is good for - >> he shares an image of R’co drunk, << and for - >> another image, of his rider getting overly-friendly with a woman. << For that, it is beautiful; it incites passion and inspiration and ''lust'', and these are beautiful. >> R’co glares warily up at D’kan and his offered hand, waiting a good few moments before he takes it – and takes advantage of it, perhaps, as he uses it to haul his full weight up. Standing causes him to grunt and gasp in pain, and he ends up doubled over just like the younger rider. “’''Fuck.''”

There is definitely a tinge of red in Kazavoth's whirling eyes, mixing with concerned shades of yellow-orange, with only the rare spike of neon green. He does not really heed Deveriteauxth's mental images, because he can see the other brown's rider for himself, and ''that'' is the image he sends back to the other. << And for ''this''? >> questions the young one, as earlier amusement turns to stomach-turning disgust. He rises to his feet and begins stalking slowly toward the riders, severing his conversation with the other brown for the moment as his focus turns entirely to D'kan. At least that rider seems to be recovering, now lifting a hand to gingerly prod at a puffy and nearly closed eye. He hasn't straightened his back yet, though. Still taking stock of all the various injuries. He starts to say something, then has to clear his throat before spitting somewhere away from the both of them. Then, with a grimace, he does start to straighten, forcing his back to stretch toward the end before he starts speaking again. "If this is what goldflights are like, may I just say they are a pretty raw deal."

<< A necessity of human hormones, >> Deveriteauxth brushes it off, nowhere near as concerned as the recent-weyrling is. Whether or not Kazavoth is listening doesn't really make a difference to him, as the pale brown bunny-hops after him towards their riders, dropping his muzzle curiously to R'co. The brownrider uses that rose-kissed nose to help him straighten up, leaning lovingly against it as he looks all squinty-eyed at D'kan, before he, too, needs to spit. "Are you ''really'' putting this down to a ''goldflight''?" He seems surprised, brows raised high beneath his blonde fringe. "Darling, you weren't even in the ''weyr'' with us." R'co scoffs softly, shaking his head. "Honestly? Goldflights are ''fabulous'', especially if you ''win''. ''This''," he wiggles a slender finger between the two of them - the one with the broken nail, which he whimpers over when he catches sight of it and remembers, "was... was... ''something''." Lost for words, he gingerly touches his cheek, which is swelling up just as the younger rider's eye is. "I've got some ointment you ought to use on that eye if you're going to keep looking pretty."

"This? No," D'kan answers once R'co finishes. Kazavoth takes a little more time to join them, too curious about the rest of the situation, drinking it in. The rider stretches an arm up over his head while testing a couple of his ribs. "''This'' was because you just..." But he trails off and waves a hand before gingerly lowering the other arm. "There aren't people like you in the Hold. Don't know what to do with you," he explains, voice still hoarse. He pauses to clear his throat again and leans down, hands on his knees. He lifts a hand to his face, then wipes blood off his fingers using the ground, then the tail end of his trousers. "We cleared out of the Weyr as soon as we could, and ever since, I just wanted to--." He breaks off suddenly and looks over at R'co. If it's not too dark, the other rider might be able to see a slightly sheepish grin on the younger rider's face. "Well, like I wanted to punch something. Sorry about that."

“Don’t know what to do with me, so you ''punch'' me. ''Such'' a Holder thing to do.” R’co rolls his eyes, shaking his head. And when D’kan continues? The brownrider looks pissed – but only momentarily. It quickly dissolves into a half-amused scoff, and then from there? To an bark of laughter, which is followed by him wincing and having to spit; if it were lighter, it’d be easier to see the blood in his spit, that’s just visible as pink on his teeth as he smiles wryly. “Fuck you, D’kan. I’m no fucking ''punching bag''… though I guess it’s been long enough between that I had it coming.” He rubs the back of his hand gently over his mouth, before touching gingerly at his cheek again. “Made me bite my cheek, y’know? I’m ''bleeding''. Do you ''know'' what that’s going to mean for my lovelife? No blowjobs for--''oh'', but you don’t know what to ''do'' with that, do you, darling?” His amusement piques, pain momentarily forgotten in favour of a little teasing. “What you do with ''me'', sweetstuff, is you treat me ''nice'', and I’ll treat you even ''nicer''. Now. I’ve offered you something to help with that ''awfully'' good punch I managed to land. Will you take it?”

D'kan might have taken R'co's offer for the eye, but then there's ''that'' stuff mentioned. He shakes his head while he straightens again. "Just going to get back to the Weyr. Find a Healer. The air up there will probably feel nice, anyway." He prods at his face again, then walks toward Kazavoth to check the brown's straps. Kazavoth seems more amused than concerned now that his rider is moving about mostly normally. Some of that amusement is shared along the mindlink with Deveriteauxth, but that is all.

“I ''am'' a Healer, you know.” Of ''sorts'', but R’co’s not going to get into specifics. “''And'',” he walks after D’kan, still reeling a little from the booze as the fight adrenaline begins to wear off, “the benefit of being in ''Snowdrift'' is that I’ve got a first aid kit riiiiight…” The blonde turns to look up at Deveriteauxth, pointing to his straps. “…''there''. With my own special bruise cream and ''everything'' – I can make that, y’know, because I’m a ''Healer''.” Standing with his arms crossed over his chest, he watches the Glacier rider and waits, because maybe he’ll turn around. Maybe he won’t… which isn’t such a bad thing, really, as it allows R’co to check out the younger rider’s arse for longer. He’s blatantly staring at it already. Deveriteauxth receives Kazavoth’s amusement with a little of his own, though he refrains from commenting in return, other than to send a ripple of icy green to the younger brown.

In answer, D'kan glances at R'co, likely catching the staring, though he makes no comment on it. Instead, his expression (one-eyed and all) is skeptical. "I just want to get back to the Weyr. And I think Kaz and I both could use the time it'll take to fly straight." He takes two tries to get up to Kazavoth's shoulders. The first is aborted, because, oh right, that side hurts. The second goes more smoothly, followed by the usual procedure of clipping into the straps. "You're welcome to join us." It's a hesitant invitation, but a heartfelt one all the same. Still, the pair doesn't seem to be waiting too long; Kazavoth has already begun the first little stretches he prefers before getting ready for a longer flight.

Flying straight would ''probably'' be the smart thing to do, given R’co’s state of sobriety. The brownrider steps back to watch Kazavoth do his exercises, both him and Deveriteauxth highly amused by them. Then, deciding that he ''will'' join the other pair in flying straight after all, R’co attempts his own mounting-up, with much the same level of failure that D’kan experienced, thanks to the knee he got in the gut. Eventually he’s up and buckled in, and Deveriteauxth takes off without any of those stretches, circling overhead to wait for the other pair to join them.

But the stretches, you see, they feel so ''good''! Kazavoth revels in the sensation, then leaps into the air moments after Deveriteauxth, enjoying the sheer power of his wings, and the feel of the evening air over his hide, the delicious residual thermals that buffet the air this soon after the sun sets. He might not be all that much younger than the other brown, but he's still young enough that this feels new and wonderful every sharding time. It's probably a good thing D'kan didn't have all that much to drink tonight, because Kazavoth is taking full advantage of being airborne, caressing those thermals with wanton abandon as he skims the wind, turning toward the Weyr. In the hours it takes them to near that seven-spindled home, the sky grows entirely dark, and the air has grown decided chilly up where the dragons fly. A mental image is sent in Dev's direction, indicating that D'kan and Kazavoth would be landing just outside the ground weyr area.

The advantage R’co has to having had a good seven turns with his lifemate is that he can trust him to get them home – which means the brownrider can lean in against Deveriteauxth’s neckridge and ''snooze'' for most of the flight back to the Weyr. The older brown simply watches Kazavoth’s antics, encouraging him on but not participating. He’s been in ''two'' flights today, and he’s tired! He acknowledges their landing position and follows them down, with R’co waking up at some point before his dragon touches the ground. He’s in quite a sleep-grump when he dismounts stiffly, first aid kit in hand, squinting through the darkness once he’s got his goggles off to find D’kan. “You gonna let me touch you up or what, then, darling? ‘cos I know ''I'' need taking care of.”

Getting down to the ground is an uncomfortable affair as bruises have had plenty of time to develop by now. When he hits the ground, muscles sore and stiff from both the flight and the time it took to fly here cause the younger rider to double over again. It's not a critical thing, he's just really feeling the aftereffects right now. "The infirmary is ''right''. ''There''," he answers R'co, waving in the general direction. With a hiss of breath, he straightens and starts heading toward the dragon infirmary area, clearly meaning to cut through to the human infirmary that way. "Shells, man. Just what kind of liquor do they server there?" Not the infirmary. Greenfields. Or maybe the infirmary.

“Oh ''fine''. You want the infirmary? ''Fine''.” R’co waves a hand and makes a dismissive sound at D’kan, offended that ''his'' patching-up skills aren’t good enough. “You go waltzing on in there and see what they say about you getting into a ''brawl'', you ''bad boy''.” This is spoken in a poor imitation of a matronly, old aunty sort of voice, with a waggling finger to accompany it. “You go on in there and have them ''ground'' you or some shit, because you’re too fucking… ''Holderly''.” It’s not quite an insult, but all the talking opens up that inner cheek wound again and means R’co has to spit to clear the blood from his mouth once more. Maybe the spitting makes it more offensive? “''I’m'' not getting into shit with the Healers. ''I'' can fix ''myself'' up. Offer’s still there, if you want it…”

D'kan is still moving his feet in the same direction, though he spares R'co another look. "It's the evening after a flight. A ''gold'' flight," he responds quietly, bruised and abraded hands now stuffed into his jacket pockets. "We're hardly the only ones showing up hours later with... stuff to patch up," the younger rider finishes in a quiet voice. In the bowl, Kazavoth is once again stretching and has begun sharing with any other dragons awake in the bowl just how nice it feels to stretch after a nice long flight. Not ''flight'', but flight all the same.

Deveriteauxth is listening in to Kazavoth’s thoughts, rolling ice and aniseed back at him, before purring in that luscious, husky accent of his, << If you think relaxing ''that'' way after a flight is ''nice'', wait until you have ''this''… >> All the emotions and sensations of catching a green are shared, broadcast to whoever may be listening. He’s not shy! And he doesn’t spare the details, either. “''Dev'',” R’co warns him idly, shooting a look over his shoulder to the over-smug brown. “''He'' caught. Not ''Hraedhyth'', obviously, but we hopped straight to Igen after and… can’t be unlucky ''twice'' in a day now, can you, darling?” But, D’kan does have a point about there likely being other post-flight wounds to be tended, and he snorts and rolls his eyes even as he totters towards the taller, younger man. “''Fine'', I’ll let ''them'' deal with it, but I ''won’t'' be happy about it. Alright, peaches?”

Kazavoth, who has been on the losing side of all of two green flights now, kind of gives Deveriteauxth the blank stare reaction. It shuts him up, at least, for which the other dragons nearby might thank Dev. D'kan also glances back toward the dragons, but they're making steady progress toward the infirmary now, and he's not going to stop. "So, Z'ian, huh?" the younger rider asks a beat later, just making conversation that isn't, 'So I totally hit your face earlier.' The pass through the doors into the quiet infirmary and are directed by an apprentice to take a seat in the waiting area. This long after the flight, they're the only two waiting, at least, though a journeyman on duty is still busy with another rider sporting injuries not dissimilar to their own. D'kan eases his way onto the bench and gingerly touches the increasingly puffy left eye.

“Dunno him other than by sight. Don’t care, really, so long’s he doesn’t go fucking things up.” R’co snorts, then adds, “Fucking things up ''further''.” He smirks, wrinkling his nose as he looks to D’kan – only that ''hurts'', so he quickly quits it. The blonde does have a cheeky wink for the apprentice who seats them though, willing to work those bruised muscles if it might mean they, or even him on his own, get bumped up and seen slightly quicker. He settles stiffly onto the bench beside D’kan, and bats at the brownrider’s wrist when he prods at his eye. “Stop it''. Stop ''poking'' it.”

At least this time D'kan doesn't deck R'co for touching him. It's progress, right? He does lean back, resting his head against the wall and closing his good eye. "Well, whatever they do, it's all official now, and that's fine by me," he murmurs before that hand starts to rise again. He doesn't touch his face this time. It just feels funny. "Just one less thing to worry about. Bitch about. Debate about. Kinda too bad it was another bronze, though. I had a hope." He opens the good eye and tries to open the bad while looking in the direction of the Healer on duty. They don't exactly merit life-threatening levels, do they? Going to be a while. "Might just go home. Drink a cup or two of whatever I have in the weyr. Sleep this off. Faranth. Sorry about the..." Whatever it is, he just vaguely waves a hand to indicate in R'co's direction.

R’co peers out of the corner of his eye at D’kan, smirking. “Why d’you think ''we'' moved back here? Though ''fuck'', that was a stupid idea, me even ''thinking''…” He shakes his head, hissing and wincing when some previously unknown about injury twinges. “Fuck being Weyrleader. Dev’s caught a gold before, he can do it, but… ''fuck that''. Too much like hard work, no time to do business on the side… I tried to keep him down when Hraedhyth went up, but… heh. He needed it as much as I did.” The brownrider snorts, leaning back gingerly. When D’kan’s talking about ''leaving'', R’co frowns at him. “Are you ''serious''? You dragged me in here,” not really, but doesn’t the exaggeration sound more dramatic? “and now ''you'' want to leave? I could’ve fixed us up outside without even stepping foot in here, and…” With a frustrated huff, he stands up, jerking his head (painfully!) towards the door. “Come on. I’ll sort you out.”

"I dragged nothing," D'kan counters, not budging from his spot on the bench. "I'd meant, sorry for taking out my foul mood via my fist to your face." Shoulders that are steadily developing toward burly shrug slightly before he leans his head back again with eyes closed. Farther inside the infirmary, the Healer seems about to set someone's leg. Won't that be fun. The apprentice lining up to assist looks just a wee bit squeamish. D'kan opens his good eye when the patient lets out a groan, though he's not entirely with it. Dosed with something? Numbweed slathered? D'kan doesn't know. Except it might be they're up next. "Just sit down. Take a load off. We have nothing left for the day but this."

R'co eyes D'kan with a narrowed gaze - he tries to cross his arms over his chest as well, but that seems to hurt too much to try. Maybe the falls of the fight, or being tossed out, did something to his shoulder, as he starts to massage what he can reach with delicate fingers. "You're fucking ''weird''," he snorts at D'kan, though he does sit once more, and gives that apology a nod of acceptance. There's none of his own offered, as he's too busy trying to distract himself so that he doesn't look towards the sounds made around that poor guy with the busted leg. He sighs, leans back delicately so as to avoid hurting sore parts that he's only just discovering he has, and one hand is slipped into his trouser pocket to pull out a little hip flask. It's uncorked; the blonde takes a mouthful and hisses when the booze passes over the cut on the inside of his cheek, then hands it to D'kan. "Here. ''Fuck'', I hurt ''everywhere''."

The "weird" comment receives a soft snort of laughter, but no objection otherwise. And no more laughter, as even that soft sound produces a grimace right after. D'kan opens his eyes when he hears the cork of the hip flask come clear, then smiles his thanks to R'co as he takes the offered booze. "Cheers," is uttered even more quietly, perhaps wishing to draw less attention at that particular moment. It's only after he's taken a sip, followed by his own drawn in hiss, that he teases with the tiniest of smirks, "Sure all that's my fault?" while handing back the flask. With the left eye puffy, closed, and growing steadily darker, the smile probably looks a little crazy. Not that D'kan can tell.

"Other than a bit of scuffing on my knees from the flight in Igen? ''Absolutely'' your fault, darling. This is certainly ''not'' the after-effects of a good flight-fucking." R'co snorts, taking the flask back and downing a decent swallow. It makes him hiss again, and he drops the flask to rest on his thigh as he cants his head back with a groan. Hurting! "You wouldn't know though, would you? Your brown not caught any greens yet?" Because he certainly didn't catch the only gold that's gone up in recent times. "That greenrider, in Igen... he was a ''bitch''. A ''pretty'' bitch, but a ''bitch''. I've never known a rider to up and out so ''quickly''. Or to give me such a ''look''... hah. Fuck. D'you know how ''long'' it's been since Deveriteauxth caught? I'd started to lose all ''hope''. It's High Reaches. Fucks with his flight mojo, or something... send him somewhere warmer and he'll woo 'em all into twining tails with him."

Either D'kan is acclimating to the flight stuff, or he's passed out. Or at least dozed off. His head doesn't bob or anything, but there's a slightly slack-jawed look that falls just shy of his mouth actually opening. Or maybe D'kan is going to his happy place. In any case, he doesn't move or respond much at all until the very end when his good eye opens focuses on R'co. "Warmer," he repeats in a dull, slightly slurred tone. Dozed off, or concussed? Or was that alcohol a moment later spiked with something else? Saved by the Healer, the journeyman from earlier heads toward them, still drying off his hands from having washed them for possibly the five-hundredth time that day. "All right, which one of you is first," he asks both brownriders while the apprentice gets a station ready. D'kan is alert enough to point toward R'co before he closes his eyes again. Maybe he'll just sleep it off right here. "I punched him first," he says, eyes still closed, "so he should be seen first." The Healer isn't going to argue, since any triage priority would be fairly dead even, so he just ends up looking pointedly at R'co, waiting.

Is R’co first? He frowns at D’kan for suggesting it, then turns that frown onto the Healer. “''I’m'' quite capable of looking after myself, as I told ''this'' one,” he points at the younger man beside him, “before I even came ''in'' here.” And, given that R’co’s sitting there quite perky, if a little stiff and battered, in comparison to the Glacier rider’s apparently fuzzy-headedness, he would definitely seem to be the better off of the two of them. “I’d ''recommend'' you look at him ''first''. ''I'' just want someone to have a look over my ribs.” And so the Healer looks back at the younger rider, as R’co stands up – with a wince and a grunt of hurt – to hop to the journeyman’s side. “Poor darling. He ''does'' look a mess, doesn’t he?” That would be D’kan, of course. “If you can see to him, I’ll get him up to his weyr – unless you’ll be keeping him down here for the night?”

D'kan opens his good eye again and slouches away from the wall, then up to his feet. "Fine, fine," he mutters before trying extremely hard to stifle a yawn. Probably because it hurts. "I don't need a sharding escort, though, so don't wait around," he tells R'co before walking away with the journeyman. They begin talking in low voices that quickly fade to nothing but background noise as the evening starts to tip toward the wee hours. In that dark hour before the sky turns light again, Kazavoth's speckled self might be seen finally heading up to his own ledge, with one very tired rider slowly making his way from ledge to weyr. Alone.

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Logs:Plot Update - July 28 - August 3, 2013

2013-08-04T23:52:29Z

Nicky: Added a ' to fix a mention. :)

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| what = Summary of Plot Points/Important Scenes for the Week
| when = Month 5, Turn 32
| gamedate = 2013.08.04
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| mentions = H'vier, Telavi, Quinlys, Lujayn, K'del, Azaylia, Z'ian, N'ky, Norrick, Devaki, Alida, Quinlys, Aishani
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'''Month 5'''

* [http://hrweyr.net/Logs:Something_To_Say H'vier mouths off about the appointment of Acting Weyrleader] It gets him sent off to the middle of nowhere.

* [http://hrweyr.net/Logs:Timing Telavi and Quinlys have a chat about mysteries and the future].

* [http://hrweyr.net/Logs:Honshu%27s_Senior,_High_Reaches%27--_Something Lujayn becomes Honshu's Senior]. K'del visits, and reflects on his position.

* [http://hrweyr.net/Logs:Hraedhyth%27s_Senior_Flight Hraedhyth rises as most expected, confirming Azaylia as Senior Weyrwoman]. Tsanth catches, making Z'ian High Reaches' first ''real'' Weyrleader in some time.

* [http://hrweyr.net/Logs:Hraedhyth%27s_Senior_Flight:_Caverns_Version Things progress in the living cavern during the flight]. Then people who didn't catch come on in.

* [http://hrweyr.net/Logs:Ovine_Island N'ky shows his friend from home, Norrick, his ovine project].

'''Month 6'''

* [http://hrweyr.net/Logs:An_Unasked_Favor Devaki requests Alida for a specific mission].

* [http://hrweyr.net/Logs:When_I%27m_Sixty-Four Meara turns over the reins to Quinlys -- unofficially, at least].

* [http://hrweyr.net/Logs:Business_in_a_Bar H'vier asks Z'ian for his own wing. Spoiler alert! He doesn't get it].

* [http://hrweyr.net/Logs:Awareness Aishani and Telavi have a chat, in which Tela learns of her new wingmates' prisoner-beating tendencies].

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Logs:Booze, Boobs, and Something a Bit Darker

2013-08-04T04:52:40Z

Nicky: Created page with "{{ Log | who = Jo, N'ky | where = Beachside Bar, Ista Isle | what =A chance meeting in an unlikely location leads to some interesting conversation. | when = It is a summer ev..."

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| where = Beachside Bar, Ista Isle
| what =A chance meeting in an unlikely location leads to some interesting conversation.
| when = It is a summer evening, day 1, month 6, turn 32 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.08.02
| quote = "Booze ''and'' boobs make Ista the ''best''."
| weather = Istan summer warmth.
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| mentions = Aishani, Alida
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'''Beachside Bar, Ista Island'''

''There's so many of these bars along the coast of Ista, set up in the absence of thread to serve booze, food, and maybe even a little more if you know what to ask for, all right on the black sands of the isle's beaches. Mere metres away from the high tide line, the beach is strewn with loungers and chairs arranged around tables, and there's a bonfire blazing not too far away from where a trio of musicians play music to get the patrons on their feet and dancing.''

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A lazy summer's evening in Ista is a thing to be enjoyed; Rukbat's sinking on the far horizon over an increasingly inky sea, while waves lap at the shore with silver-foam crests that make the black sands glitter once they've withdrawn. They form a gentle backdrop to the thrum of life that surrounds the bar - the waves are almost a percussion accompaniment to the musicians' tune, which is vibrant enough to have a few of the drunken patrons participating in a wild wardance around the blazing bonfire. While he isn't amongst the wilder lot, there is a 'Reaches greenrider who's soaking up the atmosphere with a drink in hand by the dart board; he's shirtless, clad in shorts and barefoot, with a sunburn to give away how long he's been there... if his level of tipsiness wasn't enough of an indicator. N'ky's turn at the board comes, and he steps up to the makeshift line to take aim, letting fly with... well, a half-decent attempt.

For those that know Jo's habits, it can be said that this is by far an uncommon place that she frequents - especially if the bar is looking more than decent. But, she's here, settled at one of the tables before a tanned older man that's busy talking to her than listening to the music. The bluerider in black leathers and sans shoulderknot is nodding more than anything else, and perhaps one can catch that distinctive slide of a hide-wrapped package no bigger than a hand going from her side of the table over to his. An exchange of information, perhaps, and the non-descriptive man looks happier as he grips the package and looks to be leaving the table. She's yet to spot one drunk Reachian greenrider.

But the one drunk greenrider spots ''her'' - and spies that exchange, too. He waits until he's finished his last go at the darts board before making his excuse to leave that group, nabbing a couple of fresh drinks before sauntering over to the table where the bluerider sits. "Jo!" It's a coo of happy surprise, accompanied by one of N'ky's big, gap-toothed, dimpled smiles. Without waiting for an invitation, he sets a drink down in front of her, then leans up against the back of a chair. "''Hi'', Jo. Whatcha doing here? Trading?" He mimes pushing something across the table, telling her he saw the exchange.

The man pockets the package, and hands are shaken; Jo leans back in her comfy chair with her drink now, about to take a drink before N'ky shows up. Eyeing him before flashing him one of her signature grins, "What's good, N'ky," she greets back, now knocking back the liquor in her glass. A brow lifts when he mimes the exchange that just happened, the woman casually looking towards where the man had gone. Hands spread before she answers, "Oh me? Just takin' in the view away from our Weyr. Tradin'? Ya can say that. What're ''you'' doin' here?" Perhaps it's smooth, her turning the question back on him.

Smooth enough that N'ky picks up on it quickly, for sure. "Enjoying an evening off and a rest day tomorrow." Which would suggest he's got plans to stay right where he is until the sun comes up at least - though where Cailluneth is is anyone's guess, since the tubby green's nowhere in sight. Without waiting for an invitation, he pulls back a chair and drops down into it, resting an elbow on the tabletop and leaning in towards the bluerider. "Aren't you hot in ''leathers'', Jo? I mean - ''hot'' like... ''hot''. Not, like... like the ''other'' way, cos..." He scoffs, leaning back in his chair and grinning cheesily.

"Well lucky ''you''," Jo answers on his day offs, passing him a lopsided grin as she watches him sit down at her table. "And I'm good. Haven' been here all that long, though, if I stay any longer I'll have to drop this jacket. Then folks will swoon and I'll have to take my greatness elsewhere." There's even a long-suffering sigh, as if her ego is just too much even to ''her''. Right. "So. Why this place for yer evenin' off? One of those that crave the heat, or was it that yer visitin' someone here?" She's almost nosy with it.

"Hey, Avalanche gets, like, ''no'' time off," N'ky laughs, leaning in towards her once more and smirking. "Let them ''swooooon'', Jo. I promise I'll try my best to stay upright! Because I want to enjoy my drink," he takes a hefty glug of it, as if to prove his point, "and I want to enjoy my night, and my day off tomorrow, and I came because..." The greenrider points to a dark-haired girl behind the bar who's serving up drinks and chatting animatedly to the patrons. "She gives me freebies, and I get..." Setting his drink down, he brings his hands up to his chest to mimic the bartender's ample chest. "Booze ''and'' boobs make Ista the ''best''."

"That's when ya ''make'' time, darlin'," Jo divulges one of her 'secrets' - that involving the time off she seems to get on many occasions. She snorts on the swooning, giving the greenrider a good study before she nods to his drink and remarks, "Looks like yer night's gone either end up with ya retchin' into the ocean over there, or, ya gonna getcher self in a situation ya can' get out of." Dark eyes cut to the woman he points towards, regarding her for a moment before she adds, "She's a piece. I take it yer a tits guy. Here I was, thinkin' ya were more into ass than that." Brows lift and fall in quick succession at him. "How's that dragon of yers farin', anyway? Heard she went up after all." Oh yeah. She's giving the 'I told you so' look now.

N'ky's head cants to one side, and he continues to regard - ''ogle'', really - the girl behind the bar. "Into ass, like... ''girls''? Or...?" He pulls a face - it's half-thoughtful, half-confused. "Cailluneth ''did'' go up, yep. I think about, um, two sevens after Tacuseth said. She wasn't ''easy''," to control, he likely means, "but... ''best''. Orgasm. ''Ever''." He smirks and blushes at the booze-fuelled confession. "But you know what ''I'' like?" The greenrider leans in a little closer, so he can drop his voice. "I like it when you go..." One finger points down between them, and his eyes follow in a quick, but meaningful little glance. "... on a girl, and... a-and they... ''yeah''. ''That''."

"Ass is ass," Jo is quick to clarify, lingering casually on her drink. They could be talking about the weather for all she care, by the way she leans back on her chair. "I never make a distinction. Are they meant to be easy to control, though? Those greens, I mean?" Like she would know, really. She does snort at the comment on the flight sex, shaking her head before she drains most of the contents in her glass as he says the last. N'ky gets short laughter from her for his description. "Can' even say it, but that's what ya like," she states in a droll tone before turning her head to regard the girl again. "Ya should go talk to her, then. Most those girls would drop panties for a dragonrider, especially if yer a sweet one."

"I think ''doing'' it is more important than ''saying'' it." N'ky waves a hand airily, shrugging his bare shoulders. "Cailluneth's kinda strong-willed anyway, but the days before her flight were the ''worst''. I was happy when it was over - ''double'' happy, I guess!" He raises his glass to that, then chugs down his drink. "You think she would? ''I'' think she just wants to get paid a little extra, 'cos I'm not sweet, and I'm not good-looking like ''that'' guy." The one currently being served with extra googoo eyes and cleavage-flashing from the 'tender.

In bratty fashion, "If ya say so," Jo quips back on the first, though, it seems to apply at the talk of flighs, too. "Ya seem better than before, boastin' and all, so that must be an improvement. No more of that fear in yer eyes that I saw. Amazin' what flight sex can do to a person." To that, she briefly raises her own before draining it. To hopeful question of the bartender girl, the ex-con gives N'ky a shrug of her shoulders before she says, "Never know. Yer ''not'' sweet?" and she looks skeptical at that one now. "Ya mean, ya shed all those holdbred tendencies already? The same guy that was freakin' out over overt displays of affection being done in public, like turns ago?"

N'ky's nose wrinkles a little in embarrassment at the memory brought up by Jo, and he shrugs, part-apologetic. "I've seen more, ''done'' more since then, and... I've not let go completely, but..." Another shrug, and he's biting down on his lip to try and quash his smile. "I grew up a bit, Jo. Sweet i-isn't ''good'' enough, so I, um... I don't always think like ''that'' any more." He runs his tongue over his lip, then bites on it once more, his expression sinking a little as some of that bubbly fun seeps from him. "Sometimes I'm not like that at ''all''."

Waving a hand at him, "For the best," Jo states on N'ky changing, nodding. "Can' stay sweet in this life forever. What's good enough for ya, then? Goin' down on girls?" adding what he had confessed from earlier. That last doesn get her attention though, the bluerider setting her empty glass down as she prompts for more, "Now ya got me curious. How much have ya grown, greenrider? Besides the sex bit, naturally," she adds, a touch wry at the end.

"Going down, a-and ''them'' going down... I like ''that'' maybe even more." N'ky snorts, his cheeks flushing deeper red. Jo's questions make his amused expression sink a little, and his brow creases in the tiniest of frowns as he thinks. "I... ''wait''." One finger's held up to ask the bluerider to hold on, as he grabs their drinks, awkward-sprints to the bar, and returns more slowly with two carefully-carried drinks in his hands; one for Jo, one for him. "Can't have empty glasses tonight!" And he chugs what was left in his last one, before nudging the empty away. "I've grown maybe another inch, I think? Or, like ''this'' much overall," he holds his hands about a foot apart. Since he clearly hasn't ''physically'' grown that much in any possible sense of the word, what he's actually referring to is unclear, though it may have something to do with what he says next: "I got a project. To earn some marks. Kinda needed some extra ones for a... a th-thing."

Jo looks somewhat entertained when N’ky goes to refill their drinks, so by the time he returns with filled glasses, her jacket is off and slung over the empty chair next to her. In her white tank baring her scarred up arms, she leans forward to take up the new glass with a nod in thanks before she comments on the growing taller bit. “Ya know what I meant,” she states before he reveals the last, the woman lingering about the taste of the drink as she asks, “What sort of thing?”

"Did I get the right one?" N'ky looks meaningfully at the drink, after having studied Jo's expression while tasting it. "A g-good one, I mean? Is it ok? Would you like something else?" He swills his own drink around in its glass, peering down at the amber concoction. Yes, he knows what she meant; and thinking about the right thing to say causes him to frown gently. "Just a thing. A... a thing that needed me to make more marks." Those big brown eyes of his come up, fixing on Jo and narrowing just slightly; it's an amused look, but one that's also secretive. "I had a ''lot'' of debt, and I wanted to... get rid of it." He leans in towards her, smiling crookedly, gaze fixed firmly on hers so as to ''not'' be distracted by her recently-bared skin. With an expression that's pure seriousness, he says: "I'm trying hard not to swoon, Jo."

“If it’s free, then it’s the right one,” Jo is easy to answer, taking up the glass and tipping it briefly in his direction. She turns to what N’ky says next though, looking slightly bemused to his ‘thing’. She’s mulling it over until he speaks about him ''not'' trying to swoon, the ex-con snorting before she drawls shortly and with the expected slightest suggestion, “Try harder.” Beat. “What’re ''you'' doin’ with debt? Gamblin’? Spent too much time in the brothels? Got expensive tastes?” She’s like a canine, really. He dangles ''that'' piece of the story, and she’s probing for more now.

N'ky laughs at the suggestion, winking at the bluerider before easing back a little. "I'll try my ''hardest''," he reassures, tipping his glass towards her just as she did to him, moments earlier. His brows raise at her question, going up beneath the curls that fall thickly - if a little damply, given the temperature - over his forehead. "Never gambled, 'cept for a couple of marks on the Hatching... a-and I've never been to a brothel, and, um, I've never had the marks needed to have expensive taste." He frowns, brow creasing just slightly; then he shrugs. "I got in trouble at what used to be my home. Took Cailluneth there to meet my family, and she - it wasn't ''her'' fault, but she ended up taking down some of the flock. Da complained to the Weyr and the Hold, I ended up having to pay for the ovines she killed." He shrugs again, sinking further away from Jo and deeper into his seat, that happy buzz of a minute ago seeping away. Staring down into his drink, which he swirls around and around in its glass, he mutters, "He's not such a nice guy, my dad. Doesn't like riders, for a start."

Jo listens. There’s something to his story that doesn’t seem to be adding up for the bluerider, but she doesn’t interrupt him until the end. She knocks back some of that liquor before she states, “Yer green took out some of yer dad’s ovines, and it wasn’ her fault, huh? Interestin’.” She does pause, considering him for a moment before she shrugs it off and continues. “Sucks to be him with the ovines, but why didn’ ya just talk him down? Unless he’s disowned ya for bein’ a dragonirder’n shit?” And speaking of fathers being nice, there’s a soft snort as she looks from him towards those surrounding them at the bar as she says, “Ya can be surprised how many folks don’ like ‘riders. I wasn’ particularly fond of ‘em myself. Think they fuckin’ own the lands.Had to alter my opinion once I Impressed, naturally. Still. Got a rotten dad myself. Don’ think he liked the fact that I came out female. Haven’ seen him nor my brothers in turns.” By the look on her face, the fact doesn’t seem to bother her all that much.

"Not her fault," N'ky says more strongly, holding up a finger for emphasis, "'cos I should've ''stopped'' her, and 'cos she saw me ''thinking'' about... something that'd happened there a looong time ago, before I was even ''born'' and she thought maybe I was telling ''her'' to do it. So it's not her fault." His nose wrinkles defensively, and he has to take another sip from his drink before he addresses the bluerider's second set of questions. "My family's not my family any more. He doesn't want a dragonrider for a son, so he doesn't have one, and he's doing what he can to bitch and complain to the Weyr about how he's lost a work and all the marks that went into training me. I wish he'd just... just go away and ''die'' somewhere. I'm sick of him." Now N'ky's frown has deepened, his chin dropped low as he mulls over his situation, and listens to Jo's own. His brown eyes flicker up to her when she's done, brows still low over them. "If you didn't like dragonriders, Jo, then why were you on the Sands for Tacuseth to find you?"

"Pretty ambiguous," Jo remarks on whose fault it ''could'' be, but the bluerider is giving that part of the topic an easy give. "Not that it really matters now, does it? Sort of like accidentally gouging someone's eyes out when all ya meant to do was give them a hug. Ovines get eaten. Breed more. Maybe he'll calm down after some time goes by. He can' bitch forever, right? The whole thing about him bein' compensated for trainin' ya is a better opportunistic move than ''I'' would have made. So yer payin' him instead, then?" The 'go away and die comment' does give her a bit a browraise as she takes a moment to drink, but it's the last question that seems to put that glass in pause from reaching her lips. Perhaps the pause itself is an oddity, or, the fact that an immediate answer isn't forthcoming like it's ''suppose'' to be. Either way, when she finally does answer it, "I was curious is all, or, seems like somethin' better at the time for me. At least I already ''know'' that I can be an arrogant asshole some of the time, which is what my father calls 'riders anyway, so why not?" Decent enough answer, and perhaps the most astute could detect that it's also too flippant of an answer. "I was known to do a lot of crazy shit back then," she goes on to say now. "Hasn' much changed, but, this one just happened to turn out good for me."

"You don't know my da. He'll bitch 'til he's ''blue'' and then keep going 'til he's ''dead''." N'ky's grip around his glass has tightened considerably since talking about his family, the rest of him stiffening up as he hunches forward once more, leaning on the table and frowning down at its surface. "I paid what was owed for the ovines. Aishani bargained with him, I had to pay it off. Would've ''still'' been in debt now if I hadn't... I figured out a way to earn more marks and that helped me sort it out quicker, and then... then ''after'' I'd sorted it, he started with the compensation ''shit'' and it'll never ''end'', Jo. He's ''like'' that." His frown smoothes out a little when he listens to her story, teeth pressed down into his bottom lip hard enough to turn it pale beneath the touch. "I was curious, too. I'm glad it worked out good for you, though... I'm glad to have been able to meet you because of it." It's delivered a little stiffly and distractedly, though it doesn't ''seem'' to be fake sentiment. He's quiet for a moment, then sighs, dropping his forehead down to rest in his hand. "I've only told one other person about him wanting more compensation, Jo - my uncle sent the letter to me, not the Weyr, so it wouldn't cause trouble. He'll already be frothing that nothing's been ''done'' about it... that was ''months'' ago. I... I ''thought'' I had a solution but..." After shaking his head, the greenrider grunts in frustration and thumps his fist off the table, making his glass rattle against the wood. "I don't know what to ''do''."

Shaking her head, “Can’ ya get someone in yer family to talk to him?” Jo, trying on reasonable for size. “Like that uncle that gave ya the letter in the first place. Why not ''him''? I mean ''shit'', N’ky. Punch him in the nose or somethin’. Yer his ‘’son’’, so it gives ya that much right.” She drains half her glass then, only now addressing his answer on her Impression with a slightly sardonic smirk and a wry, “Part of me wishes I ''could'' rub Tacuseth in my father’s face. Still, I can’ complain. Tac’s certain that even if I wasn’ on the sands that day, he would have hightailed his wet-shelled ass outta there to go find me, and that no one would have stopped him. Badass straight from the shell, he thinks.”

"Ansly? He's tried. Da's pissed with him though because ''he'' came to the Weyr first, and I was only here because he wanted me to come work under him for a while, to do better with my metalwork." N'ky shakes his head. "Far's Da's concerned, it's Ansly's fault. He's not gonna listen to much from him, and my brothers are all on his side, too. Not that I was ''close'' to them, but..." Now he shrugs his head. "I could punch him, but... I've never really punched anyone before. And he's... he's ''big''." Not tall, as N'ky's gesture suggests, but broad - more muscled than the coltish greenrider is, anyway. "And if I did... I've ''seen'' him fight." Therefore, he doesn't like his odds. At least the story about Tacuseth makes a bit of a smile appear on his otherwise sullen face - he even laughs softly, too. "It took Cailluneth a long time to find me on the Sands. She likes Tacuseth, though - do you remember when they played in the lake, last turn? When she was only small? If he'll still do that with her, she'll be the happiest dragon on Pern. She likes to play rough." And that, it would seem, is a far happier topic - it seems to relax him a little, bringing a little brightness back to his voice.

Leaning a bit forward, "So what yer sayin' is, ya need someone bigger than him to rough him up," or, that's the conclusion Jo reaches with a steady gaze on the greenrider. "It's shady, bein' he's still blood and all but, a lot of times I've seen it bein' proven effective for gettin' someone to back off. Sucks about yer family though. It happens," as in, no positive reinforcement is coming from this convict bluerider. She turns to the topic of their dragons with a laugh, the light tension that had settled on her shoulders seeming to ease as she answers, "Oh yeah, I remember yer Impression. Tac was pretty quick in findin' me. I was so certain I was going to be one of the ones left standing...he still plays. Tacuseth. Still rough. Just been busy jumpin' around, see," and she gestures about them, indicating where they are right now. Her in Ista must be part of her 'jumping around'. "When he gets his downtime by the lake, she can find him there."

"I'll have her keep an eye out for him. You should've ''seen'' her fight with Ilicaeth, just before she went up... it was awesome." N'ky's smile grows a little more, the memory clearly a happy one. "Cailluneth sort of... wandered about a bit, like she wasn't sure where she was going? And I think... she just sort of ''sat'' there for a while. I feel bad that I wasn't paying more attention, because there were others hatching and moving around and towards me and stuff, so I remember seeing her hatch, and I remember her falling down in front of me, but the in-between is a bit fuzzy. Do ''you'' really rememeber it?" He seems surprised at that - pleasantly so. After he takes another sip from his drink, he quietly adds, "I'll sort out my da, Jo. Sometime. I'll get it done, ''somehow'', so he'll not bother us. It's ''my'' life, and he's got no right to it."

"I'm sure Ilicaeth was more than thrilled," Jo notes on the rough-housing between dragons. "Seems like the Reachian dragons are mostly as aggressive as some of their riders. Must be the mountains. I remember most Impressin', just, not the details," she adds now with a slight smirk before she drains her glass once more. "I was more focused on seein' how of the hatchin' bet I was goin' to win, to be honest." But it's something! She sets the glass down then, nodding on the last as she says to it, "Sure ya will. And, if ya just happen to need some burly man to knock heads together, well..." Well. She's getting up then and reaching for her jacket, adding, "I should go. I ain' done for the day and I've gotta lot of stops to make before I can get back. If ya decide to make moves on the girl tonight, good luck to ya, darlin'," and she passes a glance in the pretty girl's direction as she slips the black leather back on.

"Cailluneth's... the ''darker'' me, sometimes. And the ''lighter'' me, too, but she's definitely darker when she's got her temper on." N'ky smirks, draining his own drink to match Jo's empty glass, looking a little disappointed that she's already getting ready to leave. "Do ''you'' know burly men, Jo?" He grins, standing up to be able to offer an unnecessary hand to the bluerider to use when getting to her feet, if she will. "I've not got the marks for ''her'' tonight," he looks over at the bar, shrugging his shoulders; he's not ''too'' disappointed. "There are others, anyway. Not that I ''need'' one, but..." But it might be ''nice'', is what is conveyed wordlessly by his crooked little smirk. "You could maybe come back, if you'd like? I'll be here. I'm sleeping with Cailluneth down the beach - maybe they could fight in the sea, here."

"Funny how dragons end up takin' certain aspects of us, hm?" Jo comments idly, pushing up her sleeves just a bit. "I know Tac used to be a certain way - a little tamer, maybe - before he really got up in my head. Now..." A shrug is given. To the question of burly men, "Of course," she answers that far too smoothly as she looks over at him. "For a price." Beat. "Shame about that girl, but there's certainly others. As for comin' back," and she steps from the table smoothing the jacket over herself, checking out the crowd there for a moment, "by the time I get here, ya'll be long sleep. Thanks for the drink, though. I'll owe ya one sometime."

"I'm not planning on sleeping for ''ages'' yet," N'ky replies, laughing. He too looks over the crowd, gaze settling on the people he was playing darts with earlier. They're still there, still doing the same thing. "''If'' you'd like to come back, you'd be very ''very'' welcome, Jo. A-and you could buy me a drink too, if you wanted... I've enjoyed your company." He grins enough for his dimples to show - which also flashes the gap between his front teeth. "I hope you get everything you've gotta do finished soon enough to come back. I'll save a spot for you by the bar, just in case!" In a split-second decision, he steps forward to throw his arms around the bluerider, giving her a squeezy hug. "Clear skies for you and Tacuseth," he murmurs while hugging her, before letting go, stepping back enough for his deep crimson blush to be seen, and darting off towards his friends.

Snorting, "Sure ya aren'," Jo states with that grin, clearly not believing him on his being able to stay up ''that'' late with a look towards his empty glass. She was turning to leave before she's suddenly wrapped in an unexpected hug, the ex-con pausing and tensing up with a ''look'' being thrown in his direction. Well, N'ky likely didn't see it since he had already turned and ran off, but Jo does watch him go for a moment before she shakes her head with an amused huff and heads out of the bar herself.

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Logs:Getaway Denied

2013-08-03T02:46:29Z

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| when = It is a winter night, 20:07 of day 25, month 3, turn 32 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.07.13
| quote = "You wouldn't want to, um, get out of here, would you? Go somewhere ''warm''?"
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'''Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr'''

''With its entrance located between the kitchen and the living cavern, this tiny bubble cavern is cozy, always kept warm and is filled with comfortable chairs and a small round table. At the far end, there's a hearth, outlined in ruddy, aging bricks, where a pot of stew simmers in the evening hours. Generally quiet, the nighthearth is the haunt of insomniacs and those seeking quiet from the bustle of daily Weyr life.''

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Just when 'Reaches might have thought spring was on the horizon, the weather made sure they knew it wasn't quite done with winter yet. The result? A raging blizzard outside, which has resulted in driving near enough everyone indoors. N'ky's enjoying some of the cosiness of the nighthearth as he eats his dinner, away from the bulk of the crowd in the living caverns. There's a rowdy lot in there tonight, and the nighthearth is a little bubble of peace with its few occupants and blazing fire.

With all the rowdy crew being out in the living cavern, Hana takes the evening to slip into the Nighthearth, basket full of odds and ends hung over one arm, a teapot and cup tucked away on top of the container. There is a pause as she takes in who's present - then a bit of a smile appears. "Good evening, N'ky; hiding from everyone outside, too?"

"Hana!" It's a reaction of surprise from N'ky, when he looks up to see who's addressing him. She gets a warm smile, and he nods; the smile fades as he looks towards the doorway through to the living cavern and its noisy occupants. "There's too much going on out there tonight," he admits, with a quiet little shrug of his shoulders. "How are you? Are you here to work? I wouldn't mind company, i-if you'd like to join me?"

"Just a bit of a project - all the better planned now that winter is being rather stubbon," she admits, before moving over and first, placing cup and teapot on the table. "If you don't mind me sewing, I'd be happy to join you. And I am doing fine; keeping busy and planning projects. You?"

N'ky resettles his dinner in his lap while watching Hana, swivelling around to face her. "We're nearly at graduation, so we're all kinda busy," he replies as he fishes a chunk of fingerroot out of his stew, blowing on it, allowing it to cool as he finishes talking. "I've, um, started a little p-project of my own, which is filling in all of the rest of my time." He pauses for a thoughtful moment, then looks at Hana hopefully. "You wouldn't want to, um, get out of here, would you? Go somewhere ''warm''?"

Hana grins, "Ah... that's right... Everyone is expected to dance with me, by the way. Just like last time." It's said matter of factly, though that certanty is lost as the rest of the statment is offered. "Ah.... somewhere... warm. You mean... ''fly''?" her voice sort of squeaking on that last word.

Dance? N'ky pales a little at the thought of it, but there's luckily another topic to latch onto. "Sure. With Cailluneth and I." He picks up on the squeak as possible fear, and smiles reassuringly at Hana, setting his near-finished bowl of stew aside to give her his full attention. "I could take you to Southern, where you can work on your project in the sun, up on a plateau or down on the beach, wherever you'd like. Or Ista, where the sand's ''black'' - it's so ''weird'', but really pretty. And it's ''warm'', and I bet we can get away with a little bit of a picnic, too." He pauses, cheeks colouring a little - "And it'll be the dinner I promised you so long ago. I-if you'd like to come with me?"

One goes pink, the other goes pale - both at similar thoughts; a dinner, and the method for getting there. For once, it is Hana who is stuttering over her words, “I... that is, I cannot right now. Ah, maybe later?” she offers, before getting to her feet. “In fact, I think I forgot my tea on the fire.” An obvious untruth, as she leaves behind her teapot and cup - barely recalling her basket of odds and ends grabbed as an afterthought.

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N'ky/Logs

2013-08-03T01:06:39Z

Nicky:

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N'ky

2013-08-03T00:05:17Z

Nicky: /* N'ky's Relationships */

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|siblings=Carew (male, +5); Wylla (female, +4); Canwy (male, +3); Lyrea (female, -4); Reawyh (female, -7)
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== Description ==
Thick curls crown his head like an unruly umber halo, glossy in their dark cocoa shade. They're cut to a length where he often has to brush them from his large, honey-flecked brown eyes. Overall, he's been somewhat lucky in the features department, with his natural light tan topped up by riding experience, a gentle bump in the bridge of his otherwise slender nose to suggest a break at some point, and cupid's bow lips that hide front teeth that are perhaps a tad too big, with a slight gap between the foremost two. Standing at 6'3 he remains perpetually coltish, with long limbs, narrow shoulders, chest and hips, to which rangy muscle adds some definition, but very little bulk.
N'ky is dressed suitably for a rider; his butter-soft black leathers look new, paired with a matching jacket lined with white fleece, underneath which he wears a shirt that's well-loved, faded from black to charcoal. The knee-high boots he wears seem hardly worn, buffed to a proud sheen. On his shoulder is a knot denoting him as a greenrideer at High Reaches Weyr, while a badge positioned proudly on his chest shows that he flies with Avalanche.

== WYSK ==
* He was born in Far Reach Holding, where the livelihood revolves mostly around Beastcrafting and trade of woolly animal-related goods - including the animals themselves.
* He's never actually used it since he grew up being called Nicky and he hasn't told anyone, but his real pre-Impression name is Nycaen (nih-cay-en).
* He was training to be a farrier like his uncle Ansly, who's a trained Smith and posted to High Reaches Weyr - that's how Nicky ended up there, shortly after Hraedhyth and Iesaryth rose.
* N'ky has official Smith metalwork training and official Beastcraft training in hoof care, specifically for runners, but was never apprenticed to either Craft
* He also has a stutter, but he's been working on it and has it mostly under control. It does, however, come back when his emotions are high; to those who know him, it's a tell-tale sign that he's nervous, excited, or worried.
* His outlook in terms of Weyr politics is traditional; though he's not protesting the current leadership situation in High Reaches as much as he did before - perhaps he's come to accept it?
* He was asked by K'del to stand for the double clutches of gold Hraedhyth and brown Szadath, and gold Iesaryth and brown Arekoth in Turn 30.
* Straight to the Heart Green Cailluneth found him on the Sands in Turn 31, and made him her N'ky.
* Once he was allowed to go between on his own, he went home... and after being told he was no longer part of the family, Cailluneth tore into a flock of Far Reach ovines. Needless to say, he left in a hurry, and his family were ''not'' pleased. There's been on-going ill-feelings between the holding and Weyr since.
* On day 3, month 4, Turn 32, he was tapped by then-Acting Weyrleader Sisha into her wing, Avalanche.
* He spends a lot of his free time outside of the Weyr.

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== History ==
===Pre-impression===
Nicky grew up as the middle child in a large brood, one of many children on the family-owned Far Reach Holding ("where the men are men and the woollies are nervous"). His upbringing was full of cousins, sheep, runners and chores, until he was old enough to settle on an occupation. He chose to follow in his favourite uncle's footsteps to become a farrier, and went off to the Smith Hall for a couple of turns of metalwork training, before returning home to study hoof care, specifically for runners, under the Beastcrafter posted there. In his 17th turn he moved to High Reaches Weyr to continue his training under his uncle Ansly, who had been posted there; within a few months of arriving, he was [[Logs:Logical_Fallacies|asked by K'del to stand as a Candidate for Hraedhyth and Iesaryth's clutches]]. His Candidacy was filled with all sorts of self-revelations - but nothing made an impact on him quite like Impressing his Cailluneth, when she hatched in Turn 32.

===Weyrlinghood===
Weyrlinghood was a series of ups and downs for N'ky, mostly on an emotional scale, as he struggled with issues of self-worth amongst turbulent friendships. He proved to fail miserably at mathematics and almost-miserably at history in the mandatory weyrling classes; while he did eventually test out of the latter, tuition for the former is ongoing due to his inability to process numbers (see dyscalculia section below). Possibly the highlight of his weyrling period was spent as wingleader of Flurry during their seventh month of training; another high point, that helped him to regain a little self-confidence, was working with Cirrus, the second weyrling wing, in month 6.

''For a full, month by month weyrlinghood recap, [[N%27ky%27s_Weyrlinghood_Recap|click here]].''

===Family Matters===
Late in month 12, turn 31, N'ky returned home to see his family for the first time in over a turn, and to introduce them to Cailluneth. [[Logs:Renounced|It didn't go especially well]]; an emotional flare-up and careless thinking after his father renounced N'ky as kin caused Cailluneth to attack a flock of his family's pregnant ewes, felling four before he could stop her. His father wrote a letter of complaint to the Weyr and High Reaches Hold, leading to N'ky being [[Logs:Repercussions|made to pay for the killed ovines]], amongst other consequences. Needless to say, it left family ties strained, even amongst his youngest sisters and Ansly. The Weyr and High Reaches Hold received a letter of complaint from Lenwyh demanding compensation for the ewes killed, leaving N'ky 3.5 marks in debt to his former home. To try and pay it off as soon as possible, he took to visiting Southern and hunting ovines there for their fleece and hides, which he sold on to various trader caravans - contacts he remembered dealing with from his days at Far Reach.

===Graduation===
[[Logs:Graduation|The end of weyrlinghood was bittersweet]]. N'ky had settled into the routine of it all, and the thought of everything changing ''again'' didn't appeal to him, but, at the same time, he was glad to have graduated. As he had been doing before becoming a full rider, he continued to be somewhat withdrawn, keeping to himself and Cailluneth when not fulfilling his obligations. Three days after graduating, [[Logs:The_Weyrleader%27s_Wing|N'ky was tapped into Avalanche by Wingleader and then Acting Weyrleader, Sisha]]. The toughest part of ''that'' was knowing he'd be 'looked after' during his settling-in period by H'kon, someone he'd never particularly got along with.

===Southern Ventures===
Known only to a very select few, N'ky has been doing more than merely catching and harvesting ovines in Southern since his run-in with his family; he's spending his time searching for the perfect island location to be able to set up a more sustainable ovine-rearing venture.

===Cailluneth's Flight History===
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; [[Logs:Cailluneth%27s_First_Flight|Cailluneth's First Flight]]
: RL Time: July 26, 2013
: IC Time: Early evening, day 8, month 5, turn 32 of Interval 10
: Winner: [[H'vier]]'s bronze [[Dragon:A_Study_in_Bronze_Reisoth|Reisoth]]
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== N'ky's Relationships ==
===Family===
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[[Image:reawyh.jpg|left]]
; Reawyh
: '''Relationship''': Younger sister (-7)
: '''Location''': Far Reach Holding
: ''Play-by: Tuba Buyukustun''
: His youngest and favourite sister, N'ky writes to Reawyh often. She's very similar in temperament to him and they get along well.
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[[Image:lyrea.jpg|left]]
; Lyrea
: '''Relationship''': Younger sister (-4)
: '''Location''': Far Reach Holding
: ''Play-by: Beren Saat''
: While not as close to her as he is Reawyh, N'ky keeps in touch with Lyrea and values her advice, though he isn't asking for it as much of late.
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''Growing up, N'ky spent a lot of his time with his two younger siblings. They were always a tight little trio as the youngest of their parents' brood, and, despite the fall-out with the rest of his family, N'ky remains close to them. He doesn't share a similar relationship with his older brothers and sister; they highly disapprove of him going to the Weyr, and even more so of his Impression.''

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[[Image:ansly.jpg|left]]
; Ansly
: '''Relationship''': Paternal Uncle
: '''Location''': Far Reach Holding, Smith Hall
: ''Play-by: Tolgahan Sayisman''
: Ansly is his father's youngest brother, and the man who persuaded N'ky to not only pursue a career as a farrier, but to join him in his posting at High Reaches Weyr, too.
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''The rest of N'ky's family have [[Logs:Renounced|renounced him]], following his Impression. They weren't keen on him going to the Weyr in the first place; but going to the Weyr and Impressing was too much for the anti-dragonrider family.''
===Friends===
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; '''[[Alida]]'''
; '''[[April]]'''
; '''[[Barnabas|Bones]]'''
; '''[[D'kan]]'''
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; '''[[Hana]]'''
; '''[[J'madri]]'''
; '''[[Meara]]'''
; '''[[Norrick]]'''
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===Acquaintances===
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; '''[[Aishani]]'''
; '''[[Azaylia]]'''
; '''B'rant'''
; '''[[E'sren]]'''
; '''E'ten'''
; '''[[H'kon]]'''
; '''[[H'vier]]'''
; '''[[Jo]]'''
; '''[[K'del]]'''
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; '''[[K'zin]]'''
; '''[[Aukiri|Kiri]]'''
; '''[[Madilla]]'''
; '''[[Mave]]'''
; '''N'rad'''
; '''[[Quinlys]]'''
; '''[[Sabella]]'''
; '''[[Sisha]]'''
; '''[[Telavi]]'''
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==Random Stuff==

=== Soundtrack ===

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; '''N’ky and Cailluneth:''' [http://youtu.be/vKBLLbwbqiY Mika – The Origin of Love]
:''From the air I breathe, to the love I need
:''Everything I know
:''You're the origin of love
:''From God above, to the one I love
:''Everything that's true
:''The origin is you

; '''N’ky and Cailluneth:''' [http://youtu.be/3b8btcCmL0c Mika – Underwater]
:''When I fall to my feet
:''Wearin' my heart on my sleeve
:''All I see just don't make sense
:''You are the port of my call
:''You shot and leavin' me raw
:''Now I know you're amazing
:''Cause all I need
:''Is the love you breathe
:''Put your lips on me and
:''I can live underwater

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; '''N’ky and Cailluneth:''' [http://youtu.be/1gY01SBClt8 Sara Bareilles - Kaleidoscope Heart]
:''All the colors
:''Of the rainbow
:''Hidden 'neath my skin
:''Hearts have colors
:''Don't we all know?
:''Red runs through our veins
:''Feel the fire burning up
:''Inspire me with blood
:''Of blue and green
:''I have hope
:''Inside is not a heart
:''But a kaleidoscope

; '''N’ky:''' [http://youtu.be/yUZSdZoPFBs Mika – Stardust]
:''I could a little stardust in your eyes
:''Put a little sunshine in your life
:''Give me a little heart and feel the same

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===Dyscalculia===
N'ky has trouble with numbers, maths, dates and so on, which especially came to prominence during his weyrling months when he struggled with remedial maths and history classes. See [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dyscalculia this] for a full explanation, though the following symptoms (as per the link) are applicable to him:

; Most applicable:
: Frequent difficulties with arithmetic
: Difficulty with multiplication-tables, and subtraction-tables, addition tables, division tables, mental arithmetic, etc
: Difficulty reading musical notation
: Often unable to grasp and remember mathematical concepts, rules, formulae, and sequences
: Might do exceptionally well in a writing-related field — authors and journalists are more likely than average to have the disorder

; To a degree:
: Having particular difficulty mentally estimating the measurement of an object or distance (e.g., whether something is 10 or 20 feet (3 or 6 meters) away)
: Inability to concentrate on mentally intensive tasks
: Low latent inhibition, i.e. over-sensitivity to noise, smell, light and the inability to tune out, filtering unwanted information or impressions. Might have a well-developed sense of imagination due to this (possibly as cognitive compensation to mathematical–numeric deficits)

; To a lesser degree:
: Difficulty with conceptualizing time and judging the passing of time. May be chronically late or early (he’ll nearly always be early).

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=== D&D Character ===

As per [http://www.easydamus.com/character.html this]:

; Lawful Good Human Paladin
: '''Alignment:''' Lawful Good- A lawful good character acts as a good person is expected or required to act. He combines a commitment to oppose evil with the discipline to fight relentlessly. He tells the truth, keeps his word, helps those in need, and speaks out against injustice. A lawful good character hates to see the guilty go unpunished. Lawful good is the best alignment you can be because it combines honor and compassion. However, lawful good can be a dangerous alignment when it restricts freedom and criminalizes self-interest.
: '''Race:''' Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.
: '''Class:''' Paladins- Paladins take their adventures seriously, and even a mundane mission is, in the heart of the paladin, a personal test an opportunity to demonstrate bravery, to learn tactics, and to find ways to do good. Divine power protects these warriors of virtue, warding off harm, protecting from disease, healing, and guarding against fear. The paladin can also direct this power to help others, healing wounds or curing diseases, and also use it to destroy evil. Experienced paladins can smite evil foes and turn away undead. A paladin's Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that they can cast. Many of the paladin's special abilities also benefit from a high Charisma score.

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: Click [[N'ky/Logs#Pre-Impression_Mentions|here]] for logs N'ky was mentioned in, pre-Impression.

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Logs:Apologies

2013-08-02T23:50:47Z

Nicky: Created page with "{{ Log | who = B'rant, N'ky | where = Living Cavern, Fort Weyr | what = N'ky tracks down B'rant at last to apologise for what happened during Cailluneth's flight. | when = It..."

{{ Log
| who = B'rant, N'ky
| where = Living Cavern, Fort Weyr
| what = N'ky tracks down B'rant at last to apologise for what happened during Cailluneth's flight.
| when = It is a summer afternoon, 15:43 of day 1, month 6, turn 32 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.08.02
| quote = "We're both...surprised that someone would do such for a minor injury during a Flight."
| weather = Breezes start in the morning as Rukbat rises, warming and strengthening throughout the afternoon to a steady wind. By evening, they settle back to a pleasant breeze that chases away a few clouds to leave an impressively starry summer sky overhead.
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| ooc = Follows the events in [[Logs:Cailluneth%27s_First_Flight|Cailluneth's First Flight]].
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'''Living Cavern, Fort Weyr'''

''Fort's enormous living cavern is a vast, echoing space, with deep set windows carved into the outer wall to let in light and fresh air. Large enough to house the entire human population of the Weyr with plenty of room to spare, the most common use of the living cavern is as a communal eating and gathering space. Long tables with benches usually line the main part of the cavern with a four-seater table set aside for the Weyrleaders as well as other smaller tables set along the walls for quieter dining. Tapestries depicting historic moments in the Weyr's history and scenery from the coverage area decorate the walls and lend the space a warmer feel than bare stone.''

''To the east, a large doorway leads out to the bowl, with a sturdy metal door that can be closed during inclement weather or Threadfall. The nighthearth is tucked away in a little alcove near the door. The large main hearth is used for cooking and for heat, sharing a wall with the kitchen's big hearths and banks of ovens. Chairs are often pulled up by the hearth for the Weyr's elderly to enjoy the heat. A swinging door allows easy passage back and forth between the caverns and the kitchen. To the west, a passage opens up into the Weyr's inner caverns.''

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He's in here for a quick bit of food between weyrling duties to sustain his still growing form. B'rant's sitting as unobtrusitvely as possible at a short bench by himself, stuffing what looks like a ham and cheese sandwich into his mouth, followed by wetting sips of klah. The teen looks a little tired, and a little withdrawn, sullen.

And N'ky's in here on a fly-by hope that he might ''find'' the tall teenager he's been looking for for a while. Lo and behold, there he is! It's nigh on impossible not to see someone so tall, and the Reaches greenrider weaves his way across the cavern toward the lonesome bronzer. "B'rant? You ''a-are'' B'rant, aren't you? Rhenth's?"

The way that the bronzling looks up at the sound of his name suggests him steeling himself for something. But when he sees the vaguely recognizable face of N'ky...B'rant looks down suddenly again, though his baritone notes, "Yes. Can I help you, Sir?"

N'ky blinks down at the taller teenager, confused when he's called 'sir', of all things. "N'ky," he corrects, frowning uncomfortably; no-one's ever called him ''that''. His natural caution is emphasised at the sight of the bronzerider's expression though, and he tries to force a comforting smile. "I-I've been looking for you. I, um... I w-wanted to apologise, for what Cailluneth did to Rhenth. I'm s-sorry, and she was very sorry when I told her... I h-hope he's ok?"

"Yes, S... N'ky." There's a faint hint of a blush touching the edges of B'rant's cheeks, but he'll not let embarrassment stop him, the weyrling slipping into his 'lord' persona as easily as one slips on a coat. "It's alright. He's recovered...and barely even remembers the... event." A faint wince happens when he uses that word. Gray eyes meet browns for a few moments as the young man notes mellowly, "Thank you for coming here to inquire."

"O-oh, good. That's good. We're p-pleased to hear it... that's really good." N'ky's nerves make way for a big, warm smile, and he drops his chin to his chest in an attempt to hide it a little. The greenrider peeps up at B'rant from behind the curtain of his cocoa curls after a moment of silence. "You're welcome. We did come e-earlier, I spoke to E'ten, the dragonhealer? He thought I was referring to you and Rhenth, but he wasn't sure, a-and I've been so ''busy'' since the flight and now that I've only been able to c-come in my spare time, so... I'm g-glad I found you today, B'rant. And I'm glad everything's ok. And, um... wh-whatever it is that's bugging you, it'll be ok. It n-nearly always ends up being ok!" It's his attempt to be reassuring, as he looks over to eye the exit out to the bowl. "I'm a-almost back on sweeps, so I'll, um, h-have to go."

N'ky's nerves seem to paradoxically make B'rant even more at ease, the towering weyrling lifting his gaze from his food again to nod a few times to the greenrider, his own lips taking on a small, winning smile at news of the 'Reachian's kindness. "Rhenth says thank you vrey much for going out of your way to apologize. We're both...surprised that someone would do such for a minor injury during a Flight." Is that a little hint of huff tucked just behind his voice? If so, it's not likely directed at N'ky, given B'rant's looking out towards the Weyrleader's complex for a moment. Ah, but back to the present! "Have a good day, S...N'ky. Please give Cailluneth our duties." A small, lax salute for the full rider is offered, plus another small smile.

N’ky frowns softly, then shrugs his shoulders. “I th-think we owed you as much of an apology as we did April and Darcielth,” he says quietly, with a slightly crooked smile. “We’re just glad he’s healed and well. A-and I’ll pass your duties to her – s-same to Rhenth, of course.” The little salute is returned with a playful one and a wink, before the greenrider turns to trot out to the bowl, feeling less guilty as he heads back to work.

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Logs:Embarrassment

2013-08-02T17:22:41Z

Nicky: Created page with "{{ Log | who = N'ky, Norrick | where = Stables | what = What might've been a pleasant catching-up over runners is interrupted... by Hraedhyth. | when = Day 23, month 5, turn 3..."

{{ Log
| who = N'ky, Norrick
| where = Stables
| what = What might've been a pleasant catching-up over runners is interrupted... by Hraedhyth.
| when = Day 23, month 5, turn 32 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.07.31
| quote = "I think it's a good thing. Him, in charge... I think he'll be good."
| weather = The sky is clear today. The air remains cool and damp, but the weather is overall pleasant today.
| categories =
| mentions = Azaylia, Z'ian, K'del
| ooc =
| icons = n'ky awkwardneckrub.gif, norrick.jpg
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'''Stables, High Reaches Weyr'''

''Taking advantage of a natural overhang in the side of the mountain for its roof, this building boasts sturdy stone construction braced by beams of tough-as-nails skybroom. Just inside a pair of broad doors, the ceiling rises a full two stories high for the full length and half the width of the building. Beneath the overhang, wide windows admit light and more fresh air, while opposite is the second-story hayloft.''

''The stables' main focus, however, is the double rows of stalls that line the walls below: one large stall serving as tack room, the rest housing a remarkable variety of beasts.''

-----

Norrick has been at the Weyr for a while! A sevenday at least. And he found work. Readily enough, he was assigned a position in the stables. It was comfortable enough work, considering he had been doing it most of his life. He currently has a runner out of its stall and tied, giving the animal a good brushing. It seems happy enough about the treatment, tossing its head and giving a faint noise now and then. At least the animal doesn’t look like it might kick at all. Norrick murmurs quietly though, talking softly to the beast to keep it calm.

Work has kept N'ky away from the Weyr a lot during Norrick's so far short stay. When he's not been drilling, he's been posted elsewhere - and today, there's an almost perceptible hint of the sea to him as he finally finds the time to track down his friend for a catch-up. "'Rick," he greets as he approaches the familiar figure, still decked out in his riding gear with his goggles pushed up on his forehead, resting on his helmet. "Have you really been here a whole seven?" He sounds a little guilty for not having been around so much. A recently ungloved hand reaches out to stroke along the runner's back, pausing on its muscled haunch.

Norrik looks up from his work, brows lifting just a bit in surprise. Really, with N’ky being so busy he really hadn’t expected to see him waltzing into the stables. A grin quirks his lips though, and he offers a nod for the greenrider, laughing. “A whole one. Maybe a day or two more, even. Haven’t been counting. You’ve been busy, yeah? They got you running ragged?” He keeps at his work at least, still running the brush over the runner in smooth, even strokes. “This has been pretty good for me, really. Nothin’ new to try and get used to as far as the work goes.”

N'ky probably didn't expect to see himself waltzing into the stables either, but... things are as they are! "I keep getting watchrider or transport posts out in Crom, or Tillek, like today," he explains, shrugging softly as he leans into the runner, coaxing a hoof up into his hand out of habit. While Norrick grooms, he examines the underside, his farrier training hard to ignore even if he's been out mostly of practice for well over a turn by now. "Are you settled in, then? I did try to spot you at dinner a couple of nights ago, but I must've missed you. I sit with Avalanche if I'm down there, you should come over. They're not like Glacier, they won't pummel you for saying hello." He grins, motioning for his friend to pass him a hoofpick so he can get to work on cleaning out the runner's hoof.

Norrick passes the pick over easily enough, giving a grateful nod. "Hah! I'm surprised you can spot anyone in there. Sure, I'm used to somewhat rowdy dinners at home, but that's so many people. All crammin' their faces at once. Downright chaotic. Oh, but if you're sure I won't get ''pummeled'' then I'll be right over." He laughs lightly, giving a quick rub of his forearm across his brow before getting back to work.

"Avalanche riders are pretty good for the most part," N'ky says with a grin - not that Norrick is likely to see it, since it's directed down at the hoof he's cleaning out. After scooping out the muck he flips the pick around to start brushing over the newly cleaned surface, before setting it back down and moving to the runner's foreleg on the same side. "Though honestly? I eat mostly in my weyr. There's only so much stew you can take, and I've got plenty of mutton, so... you're always welcome to come join me, you know? Just have someone get a message to me if you can't actually ''find'' me."

"Inviting me for dinner? That's sweet." Norrick makes his way around the runner then, brushing the animal's side and back while glancing down at N'ky. "Don't think I've already imposed a bit much on your... hospitality?"

N'ky clearly hadn't thought of it that way, as he straightens up to look over the runner at Norrick. "No? I mean, I've got the stuff, it needs to be eaten, so... why not?" He shrugs, giving his buddy a crooked smile. "You'll get sick of stew soon enough, if you aren't already. Then you'll be ''begging'' for something better to eat." He's scraping out the hoof again, cleaning it thoroughly. "I was thinking of maybe taking some of the next lot of meat out to the lakeside, or maybe to Ista or somewhere, having a bonfire cookout or something like that. Somewhere on the beach, with a few friends, maybe..."

"Beg? Really now.." Norrick chuckles quietly though, simply looking more amused than anything. He shakes his head though, reaching to tap N'ky lightly with the brush. "But I'll come if you're inviting. Besides, you've got some pretty good whiskey there, I wouldn't mind mooching a bit more of it." And getting the greenrider drunk in the process.

"Is it really? Good?" N'ky sounds clueless. "I got it as a graduation present. That, and this," he holds up his hand so Norrick can see, wiggling fingers to draw attention to the ring that's around one of them. "And a couple of other things, too. All from the Weyr. They came in that chest in my bedroom... did you see it?" The second hoof he's worked on is set down gently, and he leans against the runner to look over its back at Norrick. "Do you like the sound of Ista?"

Norrick laughs a bit. "The sound of it? Sure. I've never been. But I hear the weather there's something real nice.." He scratches a hand through his somewhat dirty hair then. He's been working with the runners for hours already. He's bound to be a bit dirty. He cants his head for a moment to look down the line of stalls, then puts the brush away, wiping both hands on the back of his pants. "They gave you all that? Damn."

"A distanceviewer and a first aid kit, too. Oh - and a thing of bath stuff, um, a weaver token, and this pretty little egg thingy, too. Some of the older riders said they got better stuff, but, y'know. The Weyr's stores are kinda low right now." And he's not complaining. It's tough times to be in High Reaches, for sure! N'ky steps around the runner so that he can start working hooves on the same side as Norrick. "I'll see when I've next got a free day, so we can plan something. Ista's pretty awesome - there are some good whor--- ''bars''."

Norrick's brows lift a bit at that, laughing. "Oh ''really''? Well I can't argue with persuasion like that. Don't got many marks of my own, but I'm sure I could afford a few..drinks." He watches N'ky work with a hint of a smile though, nodding. "Ista it is then, yeah? Living at a Weyr all of a sevenday and already I'm traveling the world."

N'ky laughs, flicking muck from the runner's hoof at Norrick. "Drinks. Yes." That would be 'drinks'. ''Drinks''. "I can take you ''everywhere'' in my spare time. I want to see more of Pern, but all of my clutchmates are so busy with their own wing stuff; none of them were put into Avalanche with me, you know? They're all elsewhere, and, well, it's ''good'' to have you here, 'Rick. I miss having a friend around."

Maybe they could split the cost and share a drink. Norrick chuckles though, stroking the runner's head lightly when it comes around to bump him. "Well I'm glad to help ya out in that. Gonna take me all around the world, eh?" It'd sound a bit romantic if N'ky were saying it to a girl. "I came here because of that, you know? Didn't want to be somewhere without a friend in the whole place."

"I had Ansly," his uncle, "when I came, but then I found that there was someone here who I'd been at the Hall with... we stood together, too." N'ky smoothes his hand over the runner's foreleg as he settles it back to the ground, moving on to clean out the last one. "Kinda grew apart after that, though. Our dragons don't like each other. He grew up one way, I grew up another, and we don't gel like we used to." He shrugs as he bends to his work, brushing it off as just one of those things. "Would you give Search a try, Rick? If you were given the chance?"

"Search?" Now there's a question Norrick doesn't expect. "Well..I dunno. I suppose I would, but that's pretty big, you know?" And dragons are big! "Guess there would be eggs about fairly soon, eh? From the way I hear things around here..."

N'ky looks up and nods. "Sure. Hraedhyth's going up any time now, or so they say. I wasn't here last time the golds rose... this'll be the first time there's been a ''proper'' Weyrleading pair since I got here." And who ''doesn't'' know the story of the mess that's been the Weyr's leadership for the past turn and a half or so? "You could ask to stand. You could maybe be Searched by a dragon. I got asked by K'del - you know, the guy who used to be Weyrleader? I'm wondering if his Cadejoth will catch Hraedhyth when she flies."

Norrick tilts his head a bit at that, laughing. "Wonder if that's why it feels so warm today." He nods though at the talk of proper Weyrleaders. "Yeah. Heard about it even over in Far Reach. Ask to?" The idea catches the stablehand a bit off guard, laughing as he shakes his head. "Don't know if I'm ready to do something that forward or anything."

The runner's had all four hooves properly cleaned out now, and N'ky returns the pick to the grooming kit before rubbing off his knees where they've had fetlocks clasped between them. Suddenly he straightens up, eyes getting that distant, far-off look that suggests he's talking to his lifemate, and he looks ''surprised''. "''Oh'' -- oh! Oh, 'Rick, she's... Hraedhyth. ''Now''!"

"What, right now?" Norrick looks just as surprised really. He shakes his head a bit then, untying the runner to lead back into its stall again, talking a bit louder to be heard. "Never been around one of those. What do you all do? Watch?"

"I don't know." N'ky's only half concentrating on what Norrick's doing, because his connection to Cailluneth is very much active in his mind as he monitors what's happening through her. "She's blooding... I've never seen a goldflight before. Only greens... Cailluneth's..." He scratches at his forehead, then runs his hand back through his hair.

Norrick nods slowly, leaving the runner in the stall and latching the gate. He reaches for his friend though, gripping his shoulder gently to give him a shake. "You okay? You look a league away."

The shake makes N'ky snap back to attention, blinking his eyes a few times as he refocuses to look at Norrick. "I... yes. Yes, yes I'm fine, it's just... it's... I can feel it through Cailluneth. It's like she's..." He smirks, shaking his head. "Like she's cheering her on, sort of. Hraedhyth's her dam, you know?" The greenrider runs his tongue over his bottom lip, biting down on it for a second. "''Listen''." The stables may be just beyond the Weyr's entrance, but ''maybe'' they can hear something of the flight?

Norrick does listen, but he ''watches'' N'ky. The gold flying is the only real reason the man can think of that he's feeling definitely... warm. "Cheering her on?" The man laughs faintly at that, but lightly hooks the greenrider's arm, steering him a few stalls down. "C'mere a sec.."

"Cailluneth's a big fan of... ''blood''." N'ky murmurs that last word, voice dropped low in a husky sort of whisper - it's almost as if he's ashamed of it, and yet extremely proud at the same time. "She's watching Hraedhyth and the others blood, and she's enjoying it." The greenrider's easily tugged along, though he does look wistfully back at the entrance to the stables and the tunnel through to the Weyr beyond. "I wonder who...?" Whatever the end of the question is, it remains unspoken.

Norrick nudges N'ky gently into an empty stall, latching it closed behind them. He smiles just a bit though, fingers playing over a spare saddle situated on a hook. "She's ''liking'' it, eh? Can imagine. Don't even have a dragon and it..well. Heh..can feel somethin anyway."

"Can you?" Having never been dragonless during a goldflight - having never ''experienced'' a goldflight before now, N'ky has no clue what Norrick might be feeling. It's all very new for him, and it's... exciting. Exciting enough that he's still in the stall, even though he's got a pretty good idea of where things are going. He exhales heavily for just one long breath, then leans back against the stall's wall, hands tucked behind him.

Norrick lifts the saddle from it’s peg, tossing the gear down on the stall’s floor. He ignores it then, moving toward N’ky with a bit of a grin, until he settles in front of him. He tilts his head just a bit though, fingers reaching forward a bit to the greenrider’s tunic, pushing buttons through holes casually. “Mmhm. Everythin’ feels a bit warm, and I’ve been feelin’ pretty damn horny for a little while now. That sound about right, ya think?”

N'ky might ''try'' to deny feeling a certain way, but his stammered attempts bring up nothing but broken syllables... and crimson of his cheeks is a dead giveaway anyway. He bites on his lip as he looks down at Norrick, quickly looking away and out into the stables, to see if there's anyone near. "'R-Rick, I..." He's ''confused'', but... he reaches out to gently touch his friend's arm. "''Here''?"

Norrick smirks a bit when N’ky looks out at the stables. “Don’t worry ‘bout anyone else. There’s the flight, right? Bet the whole Weyr’s watchin’.” His thumb rubs slowly over the greenrider’s stomach once he has it visible, and the stablehand chuckles, dropping his hands to unfasten the man’s pants, fingers nudging them slowly down off his hips. “In here, yeah.. I got an idea.” He gives the rider a reassuring smile, leaning forward to brush his lips against his friend’s.

"New W-Weyrleader... they will be." N'ky can at least agree to ''that'', and there's an element to his voice that suggests ''he'd'' like to be watching, too, but then there's so many distractions in ''here''. He swallows heavily when his pants are eased down. "Rick... I... I-I, um... ''oh''." Any mild protest he might have tried to put forth is stifled by the kiss, during which N'ky raises his hands to press them against the other teen's chest; but there's no pushing away, just a gentle, slightly uncertain invitation for Norrick to do as he will, as he picks up on that flight buzz through his lifemate. It leaves him all embarrassed and stuff, by the time they're done. The greenrider has his hand over his eyes, teeth digging down into his bottom lip; oh, he's not ''displeased'' in any way, as the way he strokes his fingers through Norrick's hair confirms, but he's pretty much dying of embarrassment as he sinks to the stall floor beside his friend.

Norrick smiles faintly at that, chuckling as he shifts over to put his back to the wall as well next to N'ky. And he fixes his pants, at least. His head rests back though, gazing up at the stable ceilings. "We got a Weyrleader yet?"

"Yes," N'ky says after a moment, nodding his head gently as he runs fingers through his mussed-up curls. "Tsanth won. Z'ian's bronze. Boreal's wingleader." He chews on his lip for a second, then shrugs. "I think it's a good thing. Him, in charge... I think he'll be good." Look at N'ky, all into politics and stuff! He leans slightly against his friend, shoulder to shoulder (ish, there is a height difference to take into account), and sighs. "I'd always had my marks on Azaylia and K'del, but... just as well I didn't bet them, I guess."

"Heh. Never take bets myself. Rather not risk throwin' my marks away." Norrick glances over when N'ky leans, and just nods. "Don't know 'em.. But I'll take your word. They have a party or anything for this stuff? Or just...business as usual?"

N'ky shrugs. "I don't know, 'Rick; I've never been here when there's been a goldflight, let alone a leadership one... maybe? But... well, given the state of the stores..." High Reaches Weyr doesn't exactly have a lot to offer, partywise, at the present time. "I think there'll be people, um, celebrating... like ''we'' did." He laughs as his blush deepens, raising his gaze to also look at the ceiling.

Norrick chuckles at that, reaching to smack N'ky lightly on the thigh. "Don't need food for a party. Just good company. Heh. C'mon though. Can't just be sittin' round on my arse when there's work that needs doing."

The smack is given one in return, and N'ky laughs as he gets up to his feet, giving Norrick a hand to his. He smoothes down his tunic, fixes his leathers by dusting off the residue from sitting in the stall, before sweeping his hand towards the stall door for Norrick to lead the way out.

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Logs:Unexpected... but Welcome

2013-08-02T11:57:38Z

Nicky:

{{ Log
| who = Norrick{{!}}K'tri, R'co
| where = Igen Weyr
| what = After losing out in Hraedhyth's flight, R'co escapes to Igen... and gets more than he bargained for.
| when = Day 23, month 5, turn 32 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.07.31
| quote = "You were pretty good, but ''I'' was ''fabulous'', darling."
| weather =
| categories =
| mentions = Azaylia, Z'ian
| ooc = Takes place after [[Logs:Hraedhyth%27s_Senior_Flight|Hraedhyth's Senior Flight]]. K'tri played by Norrick. Thank you! :)
| icons = r'co sensual.jpg, r'co deveriteauxth flight.jpg
| log =
It was afternoon when R'co left High Reaches, which puts it a few hours ahead now that he's in Igen. The sun's almost down, a burnt crimson smudge on the horizon that makes for a pretty stunning sunset, if you're inclined to look at such things. Normally the brownrider and his dragon would take a moment to appreciate the sight, only... << Look! >> Deveriteauxth's excitement, so soon after having lost Hraedhyth to Tsanth, surprises R'co, but the image he picks up from his dragon's head is absolutely, crystal clear: there's a dark green dragon taking to the pens even as they circle down to the ground, and... well, that's ''timing'' for you, isn't it? Deveriteauxth plummets to the ground, barely waiting for R'co to jump clear before he's joining in the fray. His rider's left disoriented, not knowing where he's supposed to go in such circumstances - he's never been caught up in a flight in Igen before. As he starts to strip off his riding gear to cool down a touch in the desert heat, he casts his gaze about to try and figure out where the guest weyr may be. Just in case he's needed... because who could be unlucky enough to lose ''two'' flights in ''one'' day?

Some people have that sort of luck. And some people have the sort of luck to get too near K'tri before he's damn good and ready. If R'co is looking for the riders of the flight, then he might notice a bluerider skulking out of a weyr with a bloodied nose. Taraveth certainly doesn't mind newcomers though. The more the merrier to see her off into the steadily darkening skies. K'tri keeps away from the others though, pacing back and forth with arms crossed over his chest. "Hurry up already..."

Deveriteauxth's straight in there, snapping at a blue to shunt him out of the way so that he can blood a herdbeast. He's tired from the flight he's just left, but the prospect of wooing another maiden is enough to refuel those spent batteries - and hot blood does him plenty of favours, too. When a bronze protests the presence of a foreign dragon Dev responds with a snap of his jaws and a lashing tail; uncharacteristic, yes, but dammit, he's in need of ''getting some''. That poor bluerider with the busted nose is enough of an indicator as R'co needs, and the rider trots on over in that direction, peeping his head in to assess the scene before slipping inside fully. It's ''hot'', and so he takes off his jacket, gloves and helmet, dropping them onto the nearest surface before standing back and ''watching'' that pacing rider who, he guesses from the way the others in the room are watching him, is probably the other half of the blooding green's mind.

Hot? Yes, it's terribly hot in Igen. K'tri hardly thinks about it before shedding his tunic. It's tossed aside with a glare as yet ''another'' rider comes inside. He stops moving rather suddenly though, as if his brain can't quite manage..steps. After all, the other half of it is leaping into the air with a taunting cry, careening skyward and into the night.

Lucky R'co, getting not only a greenflight, but a ''hot'' greenrider to boot! "You're ''so'' much better," he coos appreciatively to K'tri as he comes in a little closer, admiring the now half-naked rider's figure. So much better than what, exactly? The Igenite will be left wondering, as the brownrider gives no clues. He probably couldn't even if he tried anyway, as he slips further into Deveriteauxth's mind when his lifemate springs skywards, giving chase to the dark maiden. All the others in the flight be damned, because ''he'' is determined to script this scene to his advantage; the parchment-pale brown is out for a win, and will settle for nothing less.

K'tri gives R'co a scathing look. For his words or how close he is? Maybe both. The greenrider moves away again once he's able to move, and rests his back against the cold wall nearby. It helps at least, even if he's becoming too unfocused to really see any of the others in the room very well. Taraveth whips through the air above though, banking and rolling as she plays keep away with the males following her. It won't last long, however. The green lacks the stamina for too long of a flight.

... which is just as well for Deveriteauxth, as his adrenaline will only keep him going for so long before those aching wing muscles kick in. He drops his gentlemanly facade in favour of some dirtier tactics, buffeting a blue out of the way and snapping teeth at a fellow brown who gets too close, all so he can draw in on Taraveth. The first chance he gets, he lunges for her, wings propelling him powerfully forward. In time with his lifemate's efforts, R'co ignores those warning signs from K'tri and steps to him, shoving roughly at another rider who tries to stop him. "You and me," he mutters as he presses hands to the man's waist, pushing him against the cold wall. It's a risky move, one he'd likely not attempt under different circumstances, but ''fuck''. There's a hot greenrider and a flight and he ''needs'' this.

K'tri jerks at being touched, anger definitely ''there'', but there's another jolt along his connection with Taraveth, this time as the green fumbles into the clutches of the foreign brown. He makes a faint noise of protest in the back of his throat, but his hands drop erratically to the front of R'co's pants, desperate with the same urge driving his dragon to mate. He's at least able to work with the fastenings, shuddering as Taraveth gives up trying to keep flying, surrendering to the brown.

Victory is his! Deveriteauxth blares out his success both mentally and orally as he wraps himself around Taraveth, neck twining with hers, wings spread and braced to slow their descent as he falls into that ''blissful'' mating state. Happy boy brown! And his rider? R'co groans in relief, murmuring "Oh thank ''fuck''," as he kicks off his boots while K'tri works his pants free. He doesn't even bother with trying to untangle them from around his feet as he works to strip the greenrider of his trousers; once they're free enough, R'co grabs the man's hips and ''hauls'' up, intent on getting to it ''right there'', against the cold wall. Who has time for beds at times like these?

At least K'tri is able to get a leg free of the cumbersome pants before he's hefted up. He's frantic enough not to care at least, able to get his legs wrapped around R'co's waist with little effort. He leans forward a bit though, fingers digging into the rider's hair as he holds on, squirming just as eagerly. Have the others even managed to clear out yet? The greenrider is beyond caring, still with Taraveth in a fog.

Does it matter if there are still others there? R'co's continuing regardless of whether there's an audience or not. And through the course of their flight lust the riders somehow end up on the floor of the weyr, with the 'Reaches brownrider cradling the Igenite greenrider as they both lie there, recovering.

K’tri... aches. But as dazed as he is, he doesn’t complain about it..yet. He rests beneath R’co instead, breaths coming rapidly as he tries to regain himself. He drops his head back against the floor in exhaustion, legs sliding down as well as the greenrider simply sinks into a nearly boneless state. But at least his mind is clearing completely, ridding himself of his dragon’s grip.

R'co, it would seem, is less in Deveriteauxth's grip now - though the brown is still happily twined with Taraveth, if she'll allow it. He - the rider, that is - nestles against K'tri with his face pressed against his neck, breathing hotly against his skin. He'll happily stay that way, too, for as long as he's invited to; he might ''even'' have to be woken up.

K’tri tolerates it... at least for a time. All too soon he begins to ''push'' at R’co, trying to wedge the brownrider’s weight off of himself. And while Taraveth might be content with the cuddling, her rider seems far from it. Another push, and he huffs, blowing a stray bit of hair away from his face. “Are you done ''now''?”

"Hrm?" While not oblivious to the pushing, R'co doesn't seem to have been listening to the ''talking''. He allows himself to be rolled off, rolling onto his back on the floor beside K'tri. His hand drapes over his abdomen and his lips curl up into a very content, feline-got-the-cream smile, which he turns to the greenrider as he lolls his head to the side to look at him. "Fuck." It's a ''happy'' 'fuck' - a compliment, even.

K’tri glowers at R’co just a little bit. Compliments? No! Once the brownrider is off of him though, the greenrider rolls away. He’s slow about it, muscles aching as he gets up and onto his feet finally, shuffling away to find his pants. “Yes, yes...you just lay there like a log. Enjoy yourself..”

"You're not happy?!" R'co seems shocked, propping himself up on his elbows to watch the greenrider escape. "That was fucking ''awesome'', and you're ''not happy''?" He doesn't get it! The brownrider sits up more fully, watching for a few seconds more before he gets to his feet and follows after K'tri. "Seriously? You're ''not happy''?" Because ''someone's'' ego's just taken a ''massive'' blow, if that's the case.

“Do you want a ‘’prize’’?” K’tri huffs as he’s finally able to get his pants back on. Thankfully they didn’t disappear into some forgotten corner. He casts a slight glare at the brownrider though, finally able to set his hands on his hips. “Oh yes, I got off. That doesn’t mean I’m required to be happy about it.”

R'co snorts. "Yeah it does." He reaches for his shirt, using it to rub over his chest before thrusting it at K'tri. "A souvenir. It's covered in your mess, anyway." Smirking, he bends down to get his own leathers and things then, slipping into them with some difficulty, given the post-sex stickiness of his skin. "You were pretty good, but ''I'' was ''fabulous'', darling. If you didn't ''enjoy'' that, then... then you've got ''something'' wrong with you."

“If you’re so fabulous, then go fuck ''yourself!''” K’tri looks positively livid, throwing the shirt back at R’co with a little growl. He snatches his own tunic off the floor then, before he moves right past the brownrider, stalking out of the small cavern in a huff.

"No ''need'' to, darling, I'm ''quite'' sorted on that front, thanks you!" R'co calls after the storming greenrider, catching the shirt with a laugh. He's happy, right? Deveriteauxth got laid. He got laid. The world is all good again - and R'co knows ''exactly'' where he wants to go to celebrate, as he saunters out of the guest weyr and towards his equally satisfied dragon.

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Logs:Unexpected... but Welcome

2013-08-02T11:30:20Z

Nicky: Created page with "{{ Log | who = Norrick{{!}}K'tri, R'co | where = Igen Weyr | what = After losing out in Hraedhyth's flight, R'co escapes to Igen... and gets more than he bargained for. | whe..."

{{ Log
| who = Norrick{{!}}K'tri, R'co
| where = Igen Weyr
| what = After losing out in Hraedhyth's flight, R'co escapes to Igen... and gets more than he bargained for.
| when = Day 23, month 5, turn 32 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.07.31
| quote = "You were pretty good, but ''I'' was ''fabulous'', darling."
| weather =
| categories =
| mentions = Azaylia, Z'ian
| ooc = K'tri played by Norrick. Thank you! :)
| icons = r'co sensual.jpg, r'co deveriteauxth flight.jpg
| log =
It was afternoon when R'co left High Reaches, which puts it a few hours ahead now that he's in Igen. The sun's almost down, a burnt crimson smudge on the horizon that makes for a pretty stunning sunset, if you're inclined to look at such things. Normally the brownrider and his dragon would take a moment to appreciate the sight, only... << Look! >> Deveriteauxth's excitement, so soon after having lost Hraedhyth to Tsanth, surprises R'co, but the image he picks up from his dragon's head is absolutely, crystal clear: there's a dark green dragon taking to the pens even as they circle down to the ground, and... well, that's ''timing'' for you, isn't it? Deveriteauxth plummets to the ground, barely waiting for R'co to jump clear before he's joining in the fray. His rider's left disoriented, not knowing where he's supposed to go in such circumstances - he's never been caught up in a flight in Igen before. As he starts to strip off his riding gear to cool down a touch in the desert heat, he casts his gaze about to try and figure out where the guest weyr may be. Just in case he's needed... because who could be unlucky enough to lose ''two'' flights in ''one'' day?

Some people have that sort of luck. And some people have the sort of luck to get too near K'tri before he's damn good and ready. If R'co is looking for the riders of the flight, then he might notice a bluerider skulking out of a weyr with a bloodied nose. Taraveth certainly doesn't mind newcomers though. The more the merrier to see her off into the steadily darkening skies. K'tri keeps away from the others though, pacing back and forth with arms crossed over his chest. "Hurry up already..."

Deveriteauxth's straight in there, snapping at a blue to shunt him out of the way so that he can blood a herdbeast. He's tired from the flight he's just left, but the prospect of wooing another maiden is enough to refuel those spent batteries - and hot blood does him plenty of favours, too. When a bronze protests the presence of a foreign dragon Dev responds with a snap of his jaws and a lashing tail; uncharacteristic, yes, but dammit, he's in need of ''getting some''. That poor bluerider with the busted nose is enough of an indicator as R'co needs, and the rider trots on over in that direction, peeping his head in to assess the scene before slipping inside fully. It's ''hot'', and so he takes off his jacket, gloves and helmet, dropping them onto the nearest surface before standing back and ''watching'' that pacing rider who, he guesses from the way the others in the room are watching him, is probably the other half of the blooding green's mind.

Hot? Yes, it's terribly hot in Igen. K'tri hardly thinks about it before shedding his tunic. It's tossed aside with a glare as yet ''another'' rider comes inside. He stops moving rather suddenly though, as if his brain can't quite manage..steps. After all, the other half of it is leaping into the air with a taunting cry, careening skyward and into the night.

Lucky R'co, getting not only a greenflight, but a ''hot'' greenrider to boot! "You're ''so'' much better," he coos appreciatively to K'tri as he comes in a little closer, admiring the now half-naked rider's figure. So much better than what, exactly? The Igenite will be left wondering, as the brownrider gives no clues. He probably couldn't even if he tried anyway, as he slips further into Deveriteauxth's mind when his lifemate springs skywards, giving chase to the dark maiden. All the others in the flight be damned, because ''he'' is determined to script this scene to his advantage; the parchment-pale brown is out for a win, and will settle for nothing less.

K'tri gives R'co a scathing look. For his words or how close he is? Maybe both. The greenrider moves away again once he's able to move, and rests his back against the cold wall nearby. It helps at least, even if he's becoming too unfocused to really see any of the others in the room very well. Taraveth whips through the air above though, banking and rolling as she plays keep away with the males following her. It won't last long, however. The green lacks the stamina for too long of a flight.

... which is just as well for Deveriteauxth, as his adrenaline will only keep him going for so long before those aching wing muscles kick in. He drops his gentlemanly facade in favour of some dirtier tactics, buffeting a blue out of the way and snapping teeth at a fellow brown who gets too close, all so he can draw in on Taraveth. The first chance he gets, he lunges for her, wings propelling him powerfully forward. In time with his lifemate's efforts, R'co ignores those warning signs from K'tri and steps to him, shoving roughly at another rider who tries to stop him. "You and me," he mutters as he presses hands to the man's waist, pushing him against the cold wall. It's a risky move, one he'd likely not attempt under different circumstances, but ''fuck''. There's a hot greenrider and a flight and he ''needs'' this.

K'tri jerks at being touched, anger definitely ''there'', but there's another jolt along his connection with Taraveth, this time as the green fumbles into the clutches of the foreign brown. He makes a faint noise of protest in the back of his throat, but his hands drop erratically to the front of R'co's pants, desperate with the same urge driving his dragon to mate. He's at least able to work with the fastenings, shuddering as Taraveth gives up trying to keep flying, surrendering to the brown.

Victory is his! Deveriteauxth blares out his success both mentally and orally as he wraps himself around Taraveth, neck twining with hers, wings spread and braced to slow their descent as he falls into that ''blissful'' mating state. Happy boy brown! And his rider? R'co groans in relief, murmuring "Oh thank ''fuck''," as he kicks off his boots while K'tri works his pants free. He doesn't even bother with trying to untangle them from around his feet as he works to strip the greenrider of his trousers; once they're free enough, R'co grabs the man's hips and ''hauls'' up, intent on getting to it ''right there'', against the cold wall. Who has time for beds at times like these?

At least K'tri is able to get a leg free of the cumbersome pants before he's hefted up. He's frantic enough not to care at least, able to get his legs wrapped around R'co's waist with little effort. He leans forward a bit though, fingers digging into the rider's hair as he holds on, squirming just as eagerly. Have the others even managed to clear out yet? The greenrider is beyond caring, still with Taraveth in a fog.

Does it matter if there are still others there? R'co's continuing regardless of whether there's an audience or not. And through the course of their flight lust the riders somehow end up on the floor of the weyr, with the 'Reaches brownrider cradling the Igenite greenrider as they both lie there, recovering.

K’tri... aches. But as dazed as he is, he doesn’t complain about it..yet. He rests beneath R’co instead, breaths coming rapidly as he tries to regain himself. He drops his head back against the floor in exhaustion, legs sliding down as well as the greenrider simply sinks into a nearly boneless state. But at least his mind is clearing completely, ridding himself of his dragon’s grip.

R'co, it would seem, is less in Deveriteauxth's grip now - though the brown is still happily twined with Taraveth, if she'll allow it. He - the rider, that is - nestles against K'tri with his face pressed against his neck, breathing hotly against his skin. He'll happily stay that way, too, for as long as he's invited to; he might ''even'' have to be woken up.

K’tri tolerates it... at least for a time. All too soon he begins to ''push'' at R’co, trying to wedge the brownrider’s weight off of himself. And while Taraveth might be content with the cuddling, her rider seems far from it. Another push, and he huffs, blowing a stray bit of hair away from his face. “Are you done ''now''?”

"Hrm?" While not oblivious to the pushing, R'co doesn't seem to have been listening to the ''talking''. He allows himself to be rolled off, rolling onto his back on the floor beside K'tri. His hand drapes over his abdomen and his lips curl up into a very content, feline-got-the-cream smile, which he turns to the greenrider as he lolls his head to the side to look at him. "Fuck." It's a ''happy'' 'fuck' - a compliment, even.

K’tri glowers at R’co just a little bit. Compliments? No! Once the brownrider is off of him though, the greenrider rolls away. He’s slow about it, muscles aching as he gets up and onto his feet finally, shuffling away to find his pants. “Yes, yes...you just lay there like a log. Enjoy yourself..”

"You're not happy?!" R'co seems shocked, propping himself up on his elbows to watch the greenrider escape. "That was fucking ''awesome'', and you're ''not happy''?" He doesn't get it! The brownrider sits up more fully, watching for a few seconds more before he gets to his feet and follows after K'tri. "Seriously? You're ''not happy''?" Because ''someone's'' ego's just taken a ''massive'' blow, if that's the case.

“Do you want a ‘’prize’’?” K’tri huffs as he’s finally able to get his pants back on. Thankfully they didn’t disappear into some forgotten corner. He casts a slight glare at the brownrider though, finally able to set his hands on his hips. “Oh yes, I got off. That doesn’t mean I’m required to be happy about it.”

R'co snorts. "Yeah it does." He reaches for his shirt, using it to rub over his chest before thrusting it at K'tri. "A souvenir. It's covered in your mess, anyway." Smirking, he bends down to get his own leathers and things then, slipping into them with some difficulty, given the post-sex stickiness of his skin. "You were pretty good, but ''I'' was ''fabulous'', darling. If you didn't ''enjoy'' that, then... then you've got ''something'' wrong with you."

“If you’re so fabulous, then go fuck ''yourself!''” K’tri looks positively livid, throwing the shirt back at R’co with a little growl. He snatches his own tunic off the floor then, before he moves right past the brownrider, stalking out of the small cavern in a huff.

"No ''need'' to, darling, I'm ''quite'' sorted on that front, thanks you!" R'co calls after the storming greenrider, catching the shirt with a laugh. He's happy, right? Deveriteauxth got laid. He got laid. The world is all good again - and R'co knows ''exactly'' where he wants to go to celebrate, as he saunters out of the guest weyr and towards his equally satisfied dragon.

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Logs:Boys from Far Reach

2013-08-02T11:11:51Z

Nicky: Removed an inaccurate mention.

{{ Log
| who = N'ky, Norrick
| where = A tavern in Northpost Holding, Breezy Stargazer's Weyr
| what = N'ky gets a letter from an old friend, and offers him a hand.
| when = It is a spring night, 19:08 of day 16, month 5, turn 32 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.07.29
| quote = "Don't right think too often about up and leaving it all behind."
| weather = Rainy.
| categories =
| mentions = Giorda, Azaylia, April, J'madri, Alida, H'vier
| ooc =
| icons = n'ky laugh.jpg, norrick.jpg
| log =
'''A tavern in Northpost Holding'''

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The letter was a surprise to N’ky, who hadn’t been expecting any correspondence from home – from ''Far Reach''. And that it should come from Norrick, someone he’d barely spoken to since leaving the holding nearly two turns back, was even ''more'' of a shock, especially once he’d read the contents and fully understood what it all meant. Given that he couldn’t take the reply back himself, he arranged to have it delivered from the nearest hold, couriered by a runner so as not to risk his father’s anger. His note gave Norrick a time and place for them to meet – evening on day 20 of month five, at the tavern in Northpost Holding. He arrived a little early, trudging through the spring mud and rain from where he left Cailluneth on the outskirt of the holding. By the time he got into the bar his leathers were soaked, but, even wet through, it would be hard for Norrick to miss the greenrider’s distinctive height and wayward curls as N’ky cut through the meagre crowd towards the bar, to order a drink.

After all, Norrick certainly didn’t forget what the other man looked like. It might have been two turns or so, but it was hard to totally forget someone he grew up around. Norrick was certainly no better by the time he got inside, hair and clothes dripping from the rain. His fingers pushed into his hair though, threading out some of the water before flicking it to the floor. At least his jacket offered some protection, but he still smelled distinctly of wet leather and livestock. He made is way across to the bar though, slapping one hand against N’ky’s back in a friendly gesture before ordering for himself. “You know, I don’t care what anyone else says. That look suits you. But you know, next time we come up with some secret meeting times, let’s do it when the weather isn’t shit. I’m pretty sure I smell like a wet cat. ..Or maybe it’s the whole place that does.. Lots..and lots of wet cats.”

The slap to his back made N'ky jump, but turning around to see Norrick quickly made a smile curve upon his lips, his dimples showing deeply as he returned the slap with a shoulder-thump. "The drowned rat rider look?" A hand reaches up to run through his curls, still crushed by the closeness of his recently-removed helmet, and he nudges a drink along the bar to his childhood buddy. "Klah. Spiked." Something ''hot'' to warm him up. "I'm not sure you smell like cat, but..." The greenrider leans in, taking a delicate whiff from the man's clothing, before wrinkling his nose and snorting out a laugh. "You sure stink of ''something'', 'Rick." Grinning, he holds his mug up to clink it off the other man's, then takes a sip before settling it back down again. "So... you want to come to the Weyr? Had enough of, um... Far Reach?"

Norrick barks out a laugh as he reaches for his mug, one finger lifting towards N'ky. "Correction: I smell of ''life''. Hard work and... well. S'what my dad would call it anyway. Mother just shoos us all to a good scrubbing down all the same." The clink of mugs gets a nod though from the young man, and he inclines his head toward the rider. There's a slow smile though, and a faint noise that whistles past his lips. "Well the Weyrs work wonders in themselves, don't they? Not a word stuck to that tongue of yours." He makes himself comfortable then, leaning one arm against the bar to face N'ky, while sipping his drink. "Had enough? Think I probably had that around eleven. But..you know. Don't right think too often about up and leaving it all behind. Think I'm starting to choke on it though, myself. Damn set in their ways, they are. Even getting older, they don't give anyone else a say in what's done."

"Life in Far Reach means you smell of ovine shit," N'ky snorts, sipping from his mug as he listens to the comment on his missing stutter. "I, um... yeah. Right after I Impressed, they, um... the Weyrlingmaster sent me for lessons. It's not ''gone'', but it's not all the time now, either." He shrugs his shoulders a little, smirking. "I guess I've had about a turn's worth of lessons now? But it comes back, when I least ''want'' it to." Another shrug, this time dismissive; he doesn't think there's anything that can be done about it. "I know what you mean, 'Rick," about Far Reach, that is. "Were you... were you ''there'', the day I came home? When I brought Cailluneth home, and... and my dad said what he did? I didn't really s-see anyone much past him and my mum, so..." And that's why he's not been back, and why he insisted on meeting ''outside'' of Far Reach, well beyond his father's land. "You'll like it at the Weyr, I think. I like it. It's home."

"Ouch, already demoted to smelling like ovine shit?" Norrick laughs into his mug, giving N'ky's shoulder a friendly pat. "Oh I was around, to be sure. Not right there, mind you. But that ruckus? I was chasing ovines around for hours. Not that I blame you for it, to be sure. We all know the man has his...ways. Few of 'em are pleasant. Home eh?" The term earns an affectionate smile from him. "I'm glad ya found that."

A gentle frown creases N'ky's brow at the mention of the trouble he caused for his friend, and he gives the fellow Far Reachian an apologetic look. "Cailluneth is, um... a bit hard to control, sometimes. She has a bit of a temper, a-and it... it can cause trouble." Like with the ovines back at their home. "I'll introduce you to her in a bit, before we go. She's very sweet when she's not... um..." His cheeks flush bright red, the colour spreading as far back as his ears. N'ky rubs awkwardly at the base of his skull, cringing a little. "She's being sweet ''now'', anyway, that's what matters." After a sip from his drink, he squints curiously at Norrick - "You've been on a dragon before, haven't you?"

"Well that sounds about right." Norrick laughs softly, nodding. "Still, she's protective of you, yeah? That's a good thing. Even if it's a bit difficult." He lifts a brow at the blushing though, and a smirk draws up his lips. "Oh I bet she is..heh.. Been on a dragon? Naw. Ridden some mighty big runners, but never saddled somethin that large before."

"''Too'' protective sometimes," N'ky admits with a frown. "You've no idea what it's like, Norrick - ''no idea''. I'd give my life for her, and then do the same again." There's a lot of love, for sure, and the greenrider curls his fingers tighter around his mug before raising it to his lips. "Oh! Oh, she's not like a runner. Not at ''all''. Hah! Drink up, and I'll take you to meet her? And... where are your things?" He looks behind the man, as if expecting to see... more than he does. "Going between can be a bit scary the first time, but we'll be ok. You'll be in good hands. Wings. With ''us'', anyway."

"Left them on the runner. Don't worry though. I've got someone who'll take him back to the hold for me." Norrick downed the rest of his klah then, sighing at the heat produced by it. "I'm aware she ain't a runner. Hah! Couldn't make that mistake." He stands though, offering N'ky's curls a quick ruffle. "I'm not worried at all about the trip. Just hope I don't get airsick."

The curl-ruffling causes N'ky to blush, and he grins as he ducks down a little to allow it. Clearly, something he likes, because that grin grows to flash his gappy front teeth. The greenrider straightens up when his friend's withdrawn his hand, then drains his klah mug to set it down on the bar, pushing it towards the 'tender. "Shall we go, then? We'll, um, be there in no time, once we've got your things strapped into her straps. Um... I can probably introduce you to Giorda tonight - she's the headwoman. Or maybe Azaylia? Zay might be better... she's an ex-Beastcrafter, you know. And she's Acting Weyrwoman, so..." So she has clout. She can hopefully give Norrick the ok to stay.

Norrick clasps N'ky's shoulder solemly. "I apologize ahead of time if I end up puking in your hair." He winks then and sets off across the bar, laughing. "That's the life, isn't it? Hopping the map in the blink of an eye.. Heh! So long as they don't mind the interruption and I don't have to sleep in the rain, I'll meet whoever you like."

"You won't puke." Though N'ky doesn't necessarily sound ''certain'' about that. "Sleep in the ''rain''? Eurgh. I-if you can't stay in the dorms, I, um, have a couch in my weyr? Thought it's k-kinda ''small''. Really small, really, but, um... we'll work something out." Falling in beside Norrick, he shortens his stride to match the other man's, though he still manages to get to the door first to hold it open. On the way towards it he's been busy donning his riding gear again, helmet, gloves and jacket protecting him against the rain. "See over there?" He points to just down the road, where Cailluneth's shadowy form is just visible in the limited light. "That's Cailluneth. Where are your bags and things? I'll help you carry them."

"Now I'm not about to impose on ya. Not when you're already doing a lot. 'Sides, I'd probably roll right off onto the floor and complain about it until you let me bunk with you. You remember that when we were little? Whole lot of us all piled together. " Norrick scratches at the side of his jaw though as he moves outside and to his tied runner - thankfully out of the rain. "Though I got more than one foot in my face during those times." He peers off into the gloom then, hefting the smallish packs from the runner. "I've got this. You just lead on."

N'ky stops dead at the suggestion of ''bunking together''. He blinks, bites nervously on his bottom lip and tries to run fingers through hair that's tucked in under his helmet, ending in an awkward rub against leather instead. "Um, m-maybe... maybe not bunking in with me, but... b-but I'm sure we can, er, th-there'll be ''something''... we can work out ''something''." And ''there's'' that nervous stutter of his, which he tries to cover with a forced little laugh. "Um... Cailluneth's... ''here''." Just in case pointing out the big, silvery-green dragon wasn't enough of a giveaway the first time. He trots off through the rain towards her, and she so very helpfully extends a wing to shelter them from the rain. "Norrick, this is Cailluneth. Cailluneth..." He looks up at the burly green, who shows just the faintest interest in her rider's friend. "She says hello."

Norrick is more than happy to move out of the rain again. He tips his free hand up to his brow, even though he has no hat on. He nods though,grinning to himself just a bit. "Ma'am. Since you're the one doing the lifting, I'll go ahead and thank ya for the ride. A right pleasure." He shoulders one bag then, tilting his head to tue slightly stuttering N'ky. He doesn't bring it up though, shaking his head with a grin. "I'm all for getting on out of the rain if you two are."

Cailluneth looks down at Norrick when he calls her ''ma'am'', her big eyes whirling blue-green as she snorts a hot breath over him. That's all he'll get from her though, as she turns her attention to N'ky as he starts strapping his friend's things in for the journey. "She says you're welcome, though she's not sure of the 'ma'am' bit. No-one's called her that before." With the bags all in place, it's time for them to mount up, and N'ky looks from Norrick to the straps leading up his lifemate's side. "Need a hand getting up, or reckon you can follow my lead?"

Norrick laughs, nodding. "Force of habit. Got enough cracks of a switch on my hands in my day for not being as polite as I could." He takes a look up along the side of the dragon then though, before lifting a cocky brow at N'ky. "Oh I reckon I can manage. Show me how it's done then, dragonrider."

"Journeywoman Cliona was pretty harsh, wasn't she?" That would be the old Harper who taught them as tots. N'ky smirks at the memory, then leads by example by shimmying up Cailluneth's side. He goes slow enough to allow Norrick to see how he does it, then offers a hand down to help the other up and into the straps once he's managed to get that far. The greenrider turns around to make sure he's buckling himself in securely, then tends to himself. "She's, um, a little rough on take-off, but you can hold on to the straps, or to my waist, i-if you want. We'll go up, and I'll let you know when we're going between with this signal," he demonstrates, "so you know to hold your breath. Just remember we're here and it'll be over in a couple of heartbeats, ok?"

Norrick takes that hand, hoisting himself up with a tug. He settles in behind N’ky then, allowing for the help with buckling in. He laughs lowly though, reaching both arms around to hang onto the greenrider. “Heh,” he breathes against N’ky’s ear playfully, giving his friend a brief squeeze. “You make a pretty good anchor.” He relents however, sliding his hands back to get a grip on the rider’s belt instead, giving a nod. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be, I’m guessin’. Holding my breath...well I can do that. Easy enough.”

If only Norrick knew the conflict going through N'ky's head that ignites afresh with that playful breath! The greenrider stiffens up, clears his throat awkwardly, and tries to ignore it all, looking over his shoulder to nod reassuringly. "I'm... yeah. I-I'm buckled in pretty tight," he says weakly, trying to divert the meaning ''he'' got from the squeeze to something more... innocent. The hands sliding ''down'' to his belt are certainly a relief, and as soon as Norrick finishes speaking Cailluneth launches upwards. It's rough; she's a big girl, and there's a lot of weight to get off the ground. Up she goes until she's at a safe height to go between; N'ky gives his friend the signal, and a half a heartbeat later they're in the void between places.When they emerge, it's into a crisp, cold 'Reaches night, where the rain is still pouring down above them. Cailluneth begins a lazy spiral downwards, giving the newcomer a proper view of what may be his home to be. It's pointless for N'ky to try to speak, as the wind will only whip words away.

And maybe teasing N’ky a bit is something fun to do. Norrick looks relatively amused by it, at least. But he doesn’t have much time to dwell on that. His grip tightens as they go airborn, leaning back with the force of it. And then they’re in the darkness. At least he doesn’t have much time to dwell on the lurch of his stomach. From one rain-drenched sky to another, the view of the Weyr is somewhat obscured by the water and the dark. Breaths whip away from him though, and he leans away from N’ky just slightly to get a better view. But he doesn’t remain that way, pressing right up against the greenrider’s back again to hold on.

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'''Breezy Stargazer's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr'''

''The inner weyr itself is oddly-shaped, curving around the outside wall of the dragon's couch. This does offer some protection at either end from the constant draft that, especially during bad weather conditions, can whip through with enough force to scatter any unsecured paperwork.''

''Just inside of the entrance from the couch, in the middle of the runnershoe shape that the weyr takes and carved from the curved wall, there are a few shelves and alcoves for books, knick-knacks and the like, with a beaten up desk positioned in front of them featuring plenty of pebble paperweights.''

''Around the bend to the left is the bedroom, where there is a bed is made on a raised stone platform, with nothing but the basics provided for storing clothes and a screen to separate a tiny area for grooming and other necessities from the main chamber. A small, glass-paned window cut into the wall provides a little natural light.''

''At the other end of the curve is a living room, with a small fireplace and a single old loveseat, draped with a throw to make it more presentable. Beside the fireplace are basic cooking implements and a huge pot of klah powder. On the floor between the fireplace and the loveseat is a sheepskin rug made from several chocolate-brown and black hides patched together, which is soft and luxurious - a sharp contrast to the rest of the weyr. A little klah table sits in front of the sofa.''

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N'ky smirks to himself at Norrick's reaction; though, of course, he's pleased that there's no throwing up so far. Rather than going straight to the ground, Cailluneth pulls up at a ledge near the very rim of the Weyr; it's certainly high up, tucked away in a niche of sorts, where the wind drives the rain downward in stinging sheets. N'ky begins unbuckling himself while Cai waits on the ledge, turning to give Norrick a hand if he needs it. "Welcome to ''my'' home," he says with a grin, before dismounting and, again, offering help if it's wanted. There's no proper unpacking of things from his lifemate's straps as the green dragon leads the way into her couch, then N'ky leads on into the runnershoe-shaped weyr beyond, turning to the right to go along that curved prong to where there's a small living room area with a little fire blazing in the hearth. "That's the sofa." He points to it. It's tiny - a battered little loveseat. The only furniture in the room, really, since there's no room for much else.

Norrick does seem a little surprised at the landing, but manages to climb his way down. It’s certainly not as graceful as the ascent, but he manages just fine. He’s willing enough to follow though, stretching his arms out above his head lazily. “Your dry home!” Because dry, at the moment, is the best part. He peels his wet jacket off during the walk though, looking about as they head into the living area. Brows lift slowly at the sofa though, a grin spreading out across his lips. “You weren’t kidding. I think my feet would hang over and touch the floor if I tried to lay on that thing!” Alas, the sofa wouldn’t be a sleeping option. He scrubs his fingers through his damp hair, giving his scalp a rough scrub. “It’s nice though. Cozy, I think is the right word.”

"My legs ''do'' hang over when I lie on it." N'ky's tried, but then again, given his height and the length of the sofa, it's not hard to see that he wouldn't fit properly on it. The rider mooches over to the fireplace, crouching down to stoke it up before sitting on the thick sheepskin rug that covers the floor in front of it. "Um... sit for a while and get dry? It might be too late to go down and ask now, but, um... I've got whisky and klah, and, um... some food, if you want? Just a little, though. Mostly mutton, since... well, stores downstairs," in the weyr proper, he means, "are kinda empty still."

Norrick drapes his jacket over the back of the sofa, wandering around to the rug. He drops down though easily enough, heavily sitting before the fire with a bit of a sigh. “Whisky and klah? Heh! Sounds like one would be good in the other, really. But I don’t wanna go eating ya out of house and home or anything. I’m fine.” He works his boots off though, setting them to the side to dry without getting direct heat. A hand roams over the sheepskin though, feeling over it with his fingers. “If it’s too late I could always bed down right here.”

N'ky leans over to the little stand beside the fireplace, where there's a large pot of klah powder, a big jug of water, and, in the tiny cubby cupboard, a bottle of cheap whisky. Two mugs hang on the side of the stand from hooks; they're plucked off and he sets about heating the water to pour into them, while adding a splash of whisky to drink in the meantime. One is pushed toward Norrick while they wait. "It's a nice rug, isn't it? I, um, made it myself. There's wild ovines in Southern, and... ''Norrick''. You could ''help'' me." His eyes go wide in realisation and excitement, and he smiles crookedly at his buddy. "We can split the marks - do you want to make some extra marks? You and I could do it ''properly'' together!" ... he just fails to explain ''what'' it is they can do.

And when N’ky moves for that stand, Norrick takes over the space. He flops out on the rug, holding one hand up to take the offered mug with a grin. “Did you? Well that makes sense. A good job, to be sure.” His free hand roams over the sheepskin, feeling over it while the greenrider talks of business and marks. Brows raise slowly. “I don’t even officially have a job here, N’ky. Not that I’d be opposed, of course. Everyone could use a bit of extra marks, and I do know ovines.. What are we doing...properly?”

There's space enough for Norrick to flop, and a little extra room for N'ky to drop down beside him, snuggled into the thick pile of the sheepskin. "You don't need to have a job to help me out," he explains, looking up at the ceiling with his hands resting on his belly, fingers laced. "But it's a secret, ok? Only one person knows about it, and that's because I'd trust her with ''anything'' - but even she doesn't know yet that I've found an island already." Suddenly excited, he props himself up on one elbow, rolling to his side to look at Norrick. "I'm going to raise ovines, 'Rick. There's ''flocks'' of them wild down in Southern. I've been hunting them, skinning them, that stuff, but I want to do what Far Reach does, just on a smaller scale. So I've been looking for an island that I can put them on to graze and live happily enough on their own, so all I have to do is turn up, shear them, do a little bit of care stuff now and then, and... and I'll have a little business going on. Extra marks are ''good''." He sips from his whisky, thinking for a moment. "I've got a buyer for hides. I'll tap into Far Reach's wool buyers, see if I can get them to take mine, too. And I figure I -- ''we'' -- could maybe even add caprines, maybe even ''woollies'', too, to diversify the takings a little... and all it should take is a trip or two to Southern every seven to check on it all. What do you think?"

“Quite a bit to take in.” Norrick does at least look like he’s considering it, closing his eyes while he rolls the idea around. “Can’t deny it’s a pretty good idea at least.” He grins faintly at that, lips slowly curving upward. He looks at N’ky again though, propping himself up on an elbow. “So long as they’re looked in on proper, and nothin’s there to eat them, that should work.” A hand comes up though, giving a light pat to the excited greenrider’s cheek. “And you’ll show up your father right and good in the end, I think. Alright, you’ve got a deal.”

"I thought it was," a good idea, that is. N'ky's grinning at the positive reception, and he's all too keen to start talking about it again when Norrick knocks him for six when that pat on his cheek. The teen's brown eyes go wide for a few seconds, until he blinks them quickly and ''oh look'', the water's boiling! Up he sits, clearing his throat awkwardly as he turns around to check on that barely-boiling pot, before reaching back around to nab his friend's mug as well as his own. While fixing up the klah with a good shot of whisky in each cup, he clears his throat again - it doesn't ''quite'' stop his voice from being a little squeaky with embarrassment once he starts talking again, but that squeak works its way out quick enough. "I, er, yeah. There sh-shouldn't be any, um, predators... I checked. A-and it's an island, so there'll be no way for them to c-come or go, and... yeah. Showing up dad." With two spiked drinks in hand, he turns back to hand one to Norrick, holding his own up to clunk off the other's in cheers. "To, um, raising ovines a-and selling... wool and stuff? Oh! And to coming to the Weyr. New... new beginnings."

"New beginnings. Heh. Gonna have to think of something different for a toast come year's end." Norrick grins, knocking his mug lightly against N'ky's all the same. "But it suits." He takes a sip of the spiked klah then, nodding at the faint bite of whiskey. "And that's all good. I believe ya, you wouldn't go leaving them out there to get eaten or some such thing."

"''Anything'' could happen, come turn's end... there's a ''long'' time to go before then, 'Rick." N'ky raises his mug to his lips, sipping to seal the cheers. Then he leans back down onto one elbow, lying along his side and getting comfortable. "So. It's been two turns, thereabouts, since I came here to be with Ansly," his uncle, the Smith - now back in Far Reach after being posted briefly to the Weyr. "What've you been doing all this time? Any... um... anything interesting?" He pauses, taking another hefty gulp from his klah. "Did your parents try to h-hook you up with anyone?" Because aren't they of that marriable age now?

Norrick smirks faintly, but gives a slow nod. "Oh you're right about that. ''Anything.''" After another sip from the mug though, he settles back down on the sheepskin, resting the mug on his chest. He laughs, head tilting to look at the greenrider. "What have I been doing? Does anything ever change around Far Reach? Mostly been tending to the runners. The younger ones take the smaller things and all. As for my folks...well. They'd like it if I listened more. But I ain't been too interested. There's always folks to keep...occupied with around the hold."

N'ky returns that smirk; no, nothing ever ''does'' change in his home holding, which he agrees to with a shake of his head. "I miss the work sometimes... a-and the runners. Is Fragarah still there?" That would be, of course, the mare he used to ride. "Sometimes I get down in the stables here to do some shoeing, or I can help out the Herders a bit with some hoofwork if it needs doing... it feels ''good'' to work with my hands a bit. Drills with the wing and sweeps and stuff can be ''boring'', but... I guess that's just my job now, right?" What with being a dragonrider and all. "None of the girls at the hold appealed to you? I always thought that, um... what was her name? Um... C... Cleo? She was a couple of turns older than us, I guess, more my brothers' age... I thought she was kinda hot. I liked her freckles." He blushes, hiding half of his face behind his mug. "I've been kinda seeing a girl who looks like her. She's from my clutch."

Norrick nods faintly, offering another smile for his friend. "Well if I'm able to get work down there you're welcome to come by and help out. I sure am not gonna complain." He sits up a bit to take another swig from his mug, then laughs, turning a bit to face N'ky. "Oh she's hot. Definitely. Married herself to Jakin, though I get under her skirts occasionally. What he doesn't know won't hurt me." He offers the greenrider a wicked look at that, then shrugs. "Spend some time rolling around with Sabastian, too. But marriage? Nah. Not yet anyway."

If N'ky's eyes went wide at the thought of Norrick sneaking it not only to ''Cleo'', but to a ''married'' Cleo, they go even ''wider'' at the mention of ''Sabastian'', too. He chokes a little, thumping a fist off his chest and clearing his throat, yet again. "S-Sabastian? The... the one who... he worked the stables? ''He''?" Blinkblink. The rosy blush on N'ky's cheeks now is for much more than just the booze in his drink and the warmth of the fire; this redness spreads all the way up to his ears, where they're just visible poking out between his curls. "I... I d-didn't know that s-sorta stuff ''happened'' at Far Reach..." He shakes his head in disbelief, pushing himself to sit up a little straighter.

Norrick lifts a brow faintly, watching N'ky...struggle. "Oh it happens. Carefully, anyway. Gettin caught probably wouldn't be all that fun." Nope, the man isn't embarassed at all. He tilts his head though, giving the greenrider a light tap with the side of his mug. "You alright with that?"

"M-my dad would ''flay'' me, i-if... if he... it's bad enough I'm n-not a ''bronze''rider but... Cailluneth's ''green'', and... a-and..." The fragmented protest (of sorts) makes perfect sense in N'ky's head, if not when it's blurted out in such an unlinked fashion. He swallows hard, looking at Norrick with a conflicted expression. "He ''hates'' riders. He ''hates'' men who... who d-do ''that''. I'm a ''greenrider''. When she... wh-when Cailluneth... when she's ''proddy'', I h-have no control and..." He winces, sitting up properly now, legs curled under him - but only briefly, as he soon shifts to sit cross-legged. "She went up f-for the first time just under a seven ago. I'd... I'd hoped April's Darcielth would catch, but... h-he didn't. It was a bronze." Setting his mug down, the greenrider rests his elbows on his knees and drops his face into his hands, groaning. "I'm n-not gay. I'm r-really ''not'', 'Rick, b-but it's ''hard'' when..." His voice trails off, thought forgotten.

"No offense meant, N'ky, but your dad's an ass." Norrick snorts that out first, rather matter of fact. "He ain't the end all and be all. And in case you hadn't noticed by now, he's wrong about a lot." He shakes his head a bit though, shifting over to offer at least a comforting hand on the greenrider's shoulder. "That's gotta be hard. I don't know how riders handle things like that but you gotta know it don't make you any less a man for it. Hell, am I? Naw. Don't think so." He bumps his own shoulder against N'ky lightly at that. "Nobody's saying they expect you to run around hopping in guys beds do they?"

It's somewhat of a comfort to hear Norrick say those things - or at least to hear that he's not being ''condemned'' for them, as he had expected anyone from his home might do. Brown eyes peep out from between his long, calloused fingers, and N'ky's even got a bit of a smirk visible, just beyond the edges of his palms. "It... was ''hard'' to handle. I... I'd accepted it would happen and I'd... um... well, it's not ''just'' April that I've been seeing from my clutch. N-not that I'm ''seeing'' J'madri, but... we're both greenriders. He has... experience. I wanted to... ''find out'' before I had a flight, and... well. It's ok. I don't like the... not knowing, not being able to choose part, but... it's like ''nothing'' I've ever known, 'Rick. It..." His hands lower a little, so they're just covering his mouth as he shakes his head. "It's ''intense''."

"Well now you're just making me envy you." Norrick gives a playful look, grinning at the other man. "If anything I've heard about flights is true though it's probably good you got that experience in, yeah? Sounds like one crazy ride but if it's not terrible...is there any reason to worry too much?" He finishes off what's left in his mug then, lightly wagging it at the rider. "Anyone gives you any problem, you just come to me." And he'll smile them to death.

Fingers stay over his mouth as N'ky talks. "It was intense," he repeats, the smile fading a little. "It ''hurt''. I couldn't do anything about it... he was--" His gaze drops, and the greenrider shrugs. "It was good. While it lasted, while... while Cailluneth was still ''here''," he taps the side of his head, "but after..." A pause, during which he frowns and shakes his head. "It ''hurt''. I hurt a ''lot'', a-and I don't want to do that again. I had no ''control'', 'Rick, and... it wasn't what I'd ''hoped'' it would be."

Norrick winces faintly at that description, shaking his head. "Damn. Shouldn't be that way. You know? And I'm sorry it was. I don't know a whole lot about how riding works..I can't really help there I suppose." He gives N'ky's shoulder a squeeze though, before offering his hair another ruffle. "Maybe at least now it'll be easier to plan for? If it works like that..."

"It wasn't just the flight - the flight was... um... i-it was kind of a relief to have it ''over'' with. For nearly a seven before, she'd been - Cailluneth, I mean - she was so ''difficult''... I can't even ''start'' to describe it to you, 'Rick, it's just.... it's ''hard''. I hadn't expected it to be ''easy'', but... one of my clutchmates had her green go up before, and she looked like she had it so ''easy''." N'ky is as jealous as he is frustrated by that fact, which means he frowns a little as his hair's ruffled... even if he likes it. His curls have always been his weak point! "I'll know how she'll behave next time, but there's no way to know ''who'' might catch..." He runs his own fingers through his hair now, shrugging his shoulders. "There's someone whose dragon I ''want'' to catch, but he wasn't even interested when Cailluneth was all ''over'' him, and... and I'd hoped he would be. I'd ''really'' hoped he would be, because I ''really'' like ''her''."

Norrick sighs faintly, but shakes his head. "I guess that's one of them things they don't advertise when they pick ya up for search, eh?" There isn't much the man can really do about dragonrider problems. "Don't they have people who've been through all this to help ya out?"

N'ky shrugs. "It's nothing anyone can know before it happens, I guess? Every dragon is different. Every flight is supposedly different. Every rider is different... too many things are different for anyone to be able to tell you how it's going to be for ''you'', when they can only tell you what it is for ''them''." This requires more drinking, and N'ky holds out the whisky bottle to top up Norrick's drink before doing his own, with an added splash of klah for them both, too. "Cailluneth's not like any other green in our clutch. She's more like... more like Hraedhyth, her dam. Or maybe a little like Ilicaeth, one of the blues in my clutch. But even then, I don't know for ''sure'' if they're similar, because I can't see what those other dragons are like. No-one knows, other than... well, no-one can know."

"True enough, true enough. Still, since it just happened it's not something you'll have to worry over for a little while, is it?" What does Norrick know of these things? Very little. "Think on the ovines, and your plan there. Forget the other stuff, yeah?" Norrick gives the greenrider's shoulder a shake then, before accepting the spiked klah once more. "But if whenever you wanna talk about that sort of thing, you feel free."

"At least a couple of months. Hopefully longer. I won't know how long between flights until... well, until she goes up again." N'ky winces at the thought, but quickly wipes the expression away to smile at his friend. "It's not as bad as I'm making it, 'Rick. I'm ''one'' rider from a clutch of 24 in a Weyr of hundreds; everyone else has it different to me. Alida and Ilicaeth seem to have it really good, and April and Darcielth, too... J'madri gets on well with his Velzeth... everyone's unique." He shrugs, trying to put on a more chipper outlook. "And yeah, there's the ovines to think about! I'll take you down there as soon as I've got another day off."

Norrick moves, sliding the mug away from himself on the floor. Out of the way. He sprawls back out again then, folding both arms behind his head as he listens. “Sounds like a whole complicated mess. Simple life for me, I think..” He watches N’ky though, shrugging. “But it’s as bad to you as you’re making it, right? Heh, sure though. I’ll be glad to go whenever you’re ready, but there’s no real rush. Unless they’re needing some care and all. Get some rest, eh? I can sleep here just fine.”

N'ky chugs down what's left in his whisky-and-klah, rubbing the back of his hand over his mouth to catch stray drips. He's a little hazy-looking, with the booze kicking in already, and he gives his friend a watery sort of smile. "Not as bad as I'm making it, right," he both repeats and confirms, nodding his head. The pushing away of the mug seems to be a sign that Norrick's ready to sleep, and N'ky nods at the abandoned vessel, as if accepting such to be true. "I have a spare blanket, a-and a pillow you can borrow. It's actually warmer on this side than in my bedroom, because you have the fire..." Which he stokes with a poker, idly, before popping a guard up in front of it. "Want to see the rest of the weyr, before turning in?"

Norrick considers that, lips curving into a slow smile. “Comfortable as this is, a tour does sound pretty interesting before I lose the opportunity.” He pushes himself upright again, fingers scratching through his hair that’s finally drying out. He climbs to his feet then, offering a hand up to N’ky. “You could always camp out here if it’s chilly where you normally sleep. I won’t mind.”

"There's not much more to see," N'ky admits with a smirk and a shrug of his shoulders. He gets to his feet after Norrick, a touch unsteadily even with that helping hand; he's not used to drinking, and what he's had goes to his head quickly. "I like my bed, even if it's a little... short, sometimes." Since he's so tall! The greenrider cants his head to indicate 'Rick should follow him, and he leads him around the little loveseat and back around the runnershoe-curved weyr; it runs around the outside of Cailluneth's couch, and is never ''quite'' free of an ever-present draught. "This is my desk," he points out the obvious as the walk past it, with it's map- and book-stuffed alcoves, and paperweights holding down his papers. Fingers drum on its battered wooden surface, though he doesn't pause. Further around the curve, at the end of the second prong, his bedroom is revealed. It's spartan, with nothing more than a bed carved from the rock, a clothespress, a plain wooden chest, and a screen hiding what the greenrider points out to be the toilet-cum-mini washroom. "And, um, that's it." He goes to the wooden chest, bending down to rummage through seemingly random fabric to find the blanket he's looking for.

Norrick takes it all in stride, looking at the different things rather obediently. There’s a nod of his head every so often, and even he trails his hand lightly on the desk as it’s passed. The bedroom is given a bit of an eyeing though, lips curved in amusement at the length of the bed. “Poor thing. Could always find somethin’ to stick on the end, give it a bit extra footroom?” Maybe? The man stakes his head though, slightly, watching N’ky as he begins to rummage with a faint twitch of his lips. He does move though, setting a hand on the greenrider’s back to lean in close. “Find it yet?”

Extra footroom? N'ky pulls a face at that thought, shrugging. "Maybe." He's pretty sure it can't be done - perhaps he's already tried and failed. The greenrider freezes when Norrick's hand settles on his back, and when the other teen's ''there'', so close - it's almost as if he's forgotten what he's doing, what he's looking for. "'R-Rick, you're, um, y-you're very ''close''," he stammers, turning his head to look at his friend - and quickly looking away when he realises how much ''closer'' that puts them. He clears his throat, laughs nervously, and leans a little more towards the chest to find the blanket he's searching for. And voila! It appears, and he pulls it out with a triumphant look upon his slightly drunk face. "One blanket," he says proudly, holding it up to present it to Norrick. "And you need a, um, pillow, from, um..." He waves vaguely to the top end of his bed, before turning his gaze back to look down at the shorter man, a crooked smile twitching up one corner of his mouth.

Norrick chuckles lightly, but takes hold of the blanket. Hands pull the length of it between them then, before he reaches to drape it around N'ky and over the greenrider's head with a smirk. "Need a pillow for a number of things, I'd think." He wanders away then and along the side of the bed, dropping down to rest on it. "Might not be long enough but at least it's comfy, right?"

N'ky fumbles with the blanket until he's able to peep out from under one edge, holding it up with a silly, sappy smile, no doubt fuelled by the booze he's drunk. A bit more fumbling with the blanket has it wrapped around his shoulders, and he goes to drop down on the edge of the bed beside Norrick, bouncing on the fleece-filled mattress where it sits in the stone-carved wallow. "I like it," he says, dropping backward so he's lying, with his feet still over the edge and on the floor. "But I sleep with Cailluneth sometimes. She's comfortable, too." He reaches out to nab a pillow; it takes a couple of attempts before he's able to pull it over and thump it against Norrick's side. "You can have ''this'' one."

Norrick gives a small bark of laughter when the pillow hits him, reaching for it to bring up over his chest. He squeezes then, testing it. "Hm...seems pretty good. What about the rest?" The other pillows are given a suspicious look then, before he shifts to the side a bit to lean over N'ky. "What's special about ''this'' pillow?"

There's ''leaning'', and N'ky doesn't move away. He blinks up at Norrick, silent for a moment, before he reaches over to grab a second pillow to hug to his chest. "This is mine," he states possessively, mock-baring his teeth and growling. "That one's... the special one because it's, um... just ''special''. Because I gave it to you." He laughs and shrugs, raising his pillow to thump it off Norrick's head. "It's a good one." Another thump! "Because it's ''mine''."

Assaulted with pillows, Norrick just laughs, lifting his hand to help ward off the thumping. "Special 'cause it's yours, eh? I can believe that." He pauses though, considering N'ky for a moment or two before he leans again. Further. He grins a little though, brushing his lips barely against the greenrider's. "What if I wanna share it?"

Brushing lips! N'ky's eyes flutter closed so briefly as it happens and his breath catches in his throat, and then... he starts to sit up and push his pillow against Norrick's chest, pushing him away. As he does it he shakes his head, biting down on his lip and looking as if he's done something to get into trouble. "'Rick..." It's part plead, part uncertainty, as he holds the pillow up between them, pressed against the other man's chest as a barrier. A soft, squidgy barrier, but a barrier nonetheless. "It's a good pillow," he murmurs, biting hard into his bottom lip and dropping his gaze to where it's stuffed between them.

Norrick smiles lightly at being pushed, briefly looking at the pillow barrier. He shakes his head, plucking up his own assigned pillow to tuck under his arm. His free hand moves to N'ky's jaw though, pushing his head up lightly. "You know where I am if you wanna share." He stands then, collecting the abandoned blanket and tossing it over his shoulder. Then he's gone, heading back through the weyr to the sheepskin and fire.

N'ky's head is easily pushed up, an attempted smile curving the corners of his mouth up even though he still bites down on his lip. Norrick's comment gets a nod of his head - he sure does know where the other man will be sleeping, because where else is he going to go? The greenrider watches as he leaves around the bend of the weyr, waiting until he's just out of sight before calling out a soft, "G'night, 'Rick." Then he stands up, strips down to his underthings, and curls up under his covers - booze makes him fall asleep quickly, so it's not long before he's snoring softly. Not unlike Cailluneth, where she sleeps in her couch.

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N'ky's Weyrlinghood Recap

2013-08-02T03:05:25Z

Nicky:

==Weyrlinghood Month 1==
The most noticeable thing about N’ky is his sudden discomfort around long-term best friend K’zin. Despite the strength of their friendship before the hatching, he’s been avoiding the new bronze rider and things have definitely been… well, strained. As of just past the halfway through the month mark, though (day 16, to be precise), things seem to have got better.

With everyone else he’s been no different than usual; a little more tired than before, perhaps, and more relaxed in most cases, though he has had a couple of angry outbursts, that are very unlike the rarely-roused pre-Impression Nicky.

N’ky is rarely seen without Cailluneth, and when they’re together they’re nearly always touching, if he isn’t actually carrying her. They clearly have a very strong connection. For those that have experienced it (Ilicaeth, for example, when he broke N’ky’s cot), she would seem to be the source of his new-found temper. She’s not all hot-headed, though; quite the opposite, in fact, as she tends to use her colourful suggestions of thought and emotion to soothe and calm.

==Weyrlinghood Month 2==
It’s no secret that N’ky was freaking out over the exams. Reading and writing aren’t a problem, but maths? History? Eurgh. Lucky (or unlucky, depending on how you look at it) for him he’s nearly back to his old sleeping habits, which meant extra hours in the nights before the placement tests to spend poring over stupid hides. Just ask him. They’re all stupid – especially those ones with numbers. He’s gladly taken help where he can get it.

The studying didn’t pay off as well as he’d hoped it would in the end; he just scraped by in history, but arithmetic was a disaster and he’s wound up with extra work in both subjects. He’s kind of embarrassed by it, but he’s trying hard to get better.

On a slightly sadder note, Cailluneth is no longer small enough for him to carry. N’ky’s a little down about it but of course he’s proud that she’s growing up to be so big… in all senses of the word - Cailluneth is by no means svelte! Perhaps all that carrying about has added to her hatchling tubbiness, because she’s certainly round.

Following Kazavoth’s incident with the wherry, it’s no secret that N’ky was caught by weyrwoman Azaylia, after having snuck Cailluneth into the weyr’s lower caverns to let her hunt tunnelsnakes. Cai’s been crowing proudly about her kills, though N’ky is sheepish about getting caught and is adhering to the rules even more strictly.

He's been paired with C'ter as his mentor, a holdbred greenrider in his late 30s. It seems to be a happy enough pairing, and N'ky acts comfortably enough around the man.

Oh, and he's also having lessons with Madilla - they're working on getting rid of his stutter. Whether the classes have been working or he's more at ease around his fellow weyrlings, the end of the month does see somewhat of an improvement in his speech - though only when he's relaxed. Get him flustered and he'll stutter and stammer like the pro he is.

==Weyrlinghood Month 3==
Month three has, so far, been the least eventful for N'ky and Cailluneth. She's growing, he's stuttering less - apart from when emotions are high, of course. Nerves, excitement, panic and so on all bring it back full-force. In general conversation with most weyrlings though, he's comfortable enough to be more himself. With all of his catch-up work, Harper classes and other things on top of his weyrling duties, he's been busy enough to actually start sleeping through most nights due to pure exhaustion. Things have fluctuated with K'zin as they have since Impression, and N'ky's even had a couple of frazzled moments when he's just felt absolutely overwhelmed by everything happening, and by his want to make everyone happy. Slowly-slowly, he's learning to be just a little bit selfish by putting himself first - well, after Cailluneth, of course.

Cailluneth proved herself to be a fierce, successful hunter, having made her first kill under the supervision of Hraedhyth. She's got a habit of pinning a herdbeast down and latching onto its neck to bleed it out, and she's been wearing a good few bruises from flailing hooves as a trophy of her kills. When she's hunting, any dragon who's tried to reach her will find her mind very different to normal: it's wild, somewhat animalistic, driven by bloodlust and the thrill of hunting. Now that she's taller than the herdbeasts it's not quite as much of a game to bring them down as it was before, but she still likes to whip her food into a frenzy before leaping for the kill.

There have been more times when the pair haven't been seen glued to each other's sides, though they're still very, very close. N'ky still tends to stick only to the places where Cailluneth can be with him, which means he's only indoors when she's asleep, or when he absolutely has to be - and in the latter case, he's often distracted as he keeps in mental touch with her. They're still very touchy-touchy, and when together they're nearly always in contact.

==Weyrlinghood Month 4==
There's been nothing at all of note happening with N'ky this month. Cailluneth's finally taller than him at the shoulder and he's disappointed that he was overlooked for the silver threads, but that's about it.

By the end of the month his grades have started to slip significantly, and he's not putting as much effort - hardly any effort, really - into his remedial classes any more.

==Weyrlinghood Month 5==
N'ky's grades haven't improved this month; they may have even declined. Those still in remedial classes may talk about how he's failing pretty miserably, but no-one's likely to hear it from N'ky himself. If asked, he just brushes it off and changes the subject... if he's even around to be asked, that is. Outside of standard weyrling classes (which he's putting full effort into, even if he's not socialising much while doing so), he's rarely in the barracks. He's been spending mealtimes alone for the most part, though anyone who's spent time with him will notice that he barely eats anything, and only offers the bare minimum of interaction if he's approached. He's been spending most of his time somewhere in the Weyr with Cailluneth, normally at the far end of the lake, by the waterfall. She's very protective if anyone approaches, and if he's spoken to, N'ky quickly makes his excuses to leave.

Prior to Sabella's incident, N'ky was hesitant about flying; after it, there was no sign of straps on Cailluneth and the pair made no attempts at a first flight.
A failed attempt at reverse psychology from K'zin made N'ky sink even lower into his funk; an attempt on the bronzerider's behalf to apologise later led to Cailluneth broadcasting angrily across the Weyr that her weyrling was under threat, and an uncomfortable situation at the far end of the lake didn't make things any better. Despite N'ky giving K'zin a turnday present, he's still not talking to him.

D'kan's attempt to pull him out of it did more good than he actually let on; N'ky perked up a little from his 'brother's' tough love approach, but it was Alida who did the most to drag him out of it.

It wasn't until the very end of the month, day 27, that N'ky was finally called into the Weyrlingmasters' office for the inevitable chat about his performance, while Quinlys led the other weyrlings in an aerial drill. No-one's likely to know exactly what Meara and N'ky spoke about, but someone may have noticed Isath flying up and out of the Weyr with two passengers on her back, trailed by Cailluneth. Anyone with eyes on the bowl later that night will have seen a triumphant-looking teenager slipping down from his green's back after winging in over the bowl's rim. Their first flight was out of sight, out of the Weyr, but it definitely happened - and it's been hard to keep them on the ground since. N'ky's new favourite haunt, even more secluded than the far end of the lake, is the Star Stones.
N'ky still hasn't tested out of his remedial history and maths classes, and another new development at the end of month five is private Harper lessons. When he's not there, he seems to have a renewed passion for studying other things... especially any journals on leadership, wings and so on that he can get his paws on.

==Weyrlinghood Month 6==
The beginning of month six didn't start overly well for N'ky, who found himself overwhelmed and unable to properly balance the pressure of his wing duties, weyrling lectures, private Harper classes (he still hasn't tested out of remedial Maths, though he's doing better with History), lessons with Madilla, and extra studying to be prepared for the wingleader knot that, according to rumour, he's turned down once... though given the mess he's been for near enough the past two months, he would have been in next to no state to lead anyone.

With no prior warning, Day 15 saw him stop attending Flurry's drills in order to train with Cirrus, under their wingleader for the month, Aisha. It's a temporary arrangement but it seems to be working for him, if not for anyone else.

N'ky was amongst the last of the weyrlings to go hunting for a new weyr, missing out on the organised trips due to his extra work. On Day 17, he persuaded D'kan to go weyrhunting with him, claiming a small, shadowy, draughty location as high up the weyr as possible. By Day 18, he'd moved in.

The rest of the month was smooth as silk for him - moving to Cirrus and shadowing the wing's greenrider leaders, Aisha and J'madri, certainly had a positive impact on N'ky; the change seemed to be exactly what he needed to get back on track - there have even been rumours of him hooking up with one of Cirrus's blueriders, April, and the two of them being frequently spotted together at mealtimes is doing nothing to dispel them.

By the end of the month, he'd even made up with K'zin... just in time for him to be handed a wingleader knot, to take charge of Flurry in Month 7.

==Weyrlinghood Month 7==
All the brushing up on leadership prior to being handed Flurry's Wingleader knot seemed to pay off for N'ky. Being matched up with Alida was definitely an advantage too, as they made quite the pair. N'ky surprised himself if no-one else with his competence and confidence in leading the wing, and was dedicated to encouraging everyone to achieve their best, especially in the relay races.

The final leg of the race against Cirrus had N'ky racing against April - someone who he's becoming somewhat of an item with. Cirrus already had a bit of a lead on Flurry by the time the handover to N'ky and Cailluneth to take the race home happened, but N'ky's fumbled catch whipped away whatever chance they would have had of catching up to win. Did he miss the catch on purpose, to let his sorta-girlfriend win? Did he just give up, knowing that Cailluneth wouldn't be able to catch April's faster Darcielth? N'ky knows what happened for sure, but he's staying tight-lipped.

He's also been seen more frequently with J'madri. There might be a touch more to whatever their friendship is, if the occasional lingering glance and unnecessary (but appropriate!) touching is any indicator to those prone to picking up on such signs. Given his preference for two of its wingmembers, what little spare timehad in month seven was spent with Cirrus' riders.

==Weyrlinghood Month 8==
Outside of wing duties and when not in the extra classes he's still taking (he's finally tested out of History, but remedial maths is ongoing and he's still attending speech therapy, too), N'ky spends nearly all of his time this month with Cirrus riders, especially April and J'madri.

He knows Sh'mel from his time spent with the other wing, and, perhaps because K'zin's this month's wingsecond, N'ky isn't shy about backing the transferred-in leader up or offering advice when needed.

==Weyrlinghood Month 9==
: Learning to go between meant freedom, and N'ky finally found himself with all of Pern at his feet... but he hasn't strayed any further than necessary for classes and the tasks assigned to him.

==Senior Weyrlinghood==
: Graduating up into Cirrus and shadowing wings brought no special revelations for N'ky; he did well in some places, less so in others, bumbled through or shone depending on the day and the task. The real breakthrough for him came after [[Logs:Ice_Breaker|he fractured his arm while ice skating with Alida]]; that led him to be assigned ground duties and missing out on a lot of wing shadowing.

==Graduation Gifts==
N'ky's Gift Chest
Lovingly handcrafted and lacquered to a shine, this durable sepia-toned cedar chest is large enough to warrant the thick leather handles that are kept in place by aged brass fixings on the sides. Rich, ruddy brown-dyed leather runners adorn the chest, about an inch off the bottom and are kept in place by deftly carved wooden insets - leaving the semblance of an unbroken smoothness of wood to leather and then wood once more. Sturdily squat feet are padded on the bottom with softened leather to prevent scraping against the floor. Seared into the top of the one-piece lid is the badge of High Reaches Weyr a little to the left, with intertwined stylized lettering, 'N & C', immediately on the right. Just below the engraving is a narrow strip of glass that protects the leather-padded wooden hollow that contains a sprinkle of High Reaches's hatching sands, mingled with fragments of shells.

Within the chest are a number of gifts from the Weyr: A 'first aid' basket; a box said to contain 'whiskey'; an assortment of 'lotions' and skincare products; a slim, personal 'farviewer'; as well as a smaller 'ring' box with a graduation ring and 'token' held within. There's also a carefully wrapped 'egg' bauble.

'''Egg:''' An artist's impression of a dragon's paw, sturdily cast and with a flat base, protects within its gilded talons an egg of blown glass. The hollow, palm-sized ovoid is reminiscent of Cailluneth's hide in hue, yet still transparent enough for the golden grains within to be clearly visible. They may no longer carry the heat of the hatching sands, but they do hold tiny fragments of shell that vary in color, shape and size, appearing and disappearing within the sand each time the egg is moved. There's no way to be certain, but a piece of Cailluneth's shell could be in there. Somewhere.

'''Farviewer:''' A thin metal tube is covered protectively in a tanned wherry hide and can be pulled out to about the length of an average man's arm. Made of lightweight and somewhat... cheap materials, the stamp of Starsmith Hall is branded onto the protective leather covering, the eight pointed star visible in red ink. Meant for personal use, it lacks the power of the larger farviewers located at the Hall, but the closer arrangements of stars can be seen on clear nights.

'''First Aid Basket:''' Within a tidily bundled kit, a collection of basic first aid supplies can be found: there are hot bags for sore muscles, jars of redwort and numbweed salve, some herbal tea. Amidst the bandages and concoctions, there's also a small bottle of (poor quality) brandy. Perhaps that's intended as a joke? Or maybe it's medicinal!

'''Lotions:''' Another small woven basket claims the other half of the chest, opposite of the healer's first aid kit. Arranged artistically within a bed of sweet, mint-scented rushes are a several small containers of cosmetics. The assortment of skin moisturizers are scentless, but contain aloe vera and hints of numbweed, just enough to provide cool relief from sun rashes or wind burns. A collection of lotions are labeled with the different scents they contain: coconut, rose, lavender, and ging blossoms. A bottle of sun block, a pair of trimming shears, and nail clippers round out this particular gift basket.

'''Ring:''' This finely-cast silver ring wraps around N'ky's finger as if it were made for him. In the center is an inlaid portion with High Reaches Weyr's mountain-spire symbol in onyx, seven spindles reaching upward in silent testimony of the strength and protection of the Weyr. Tiny chips of prehnite spiral around the spires to symbolize Cailluneth's color. On the inside curve is inscribed their graduation date and the names "N'ky and Cailluneth".

'''Token:''' A token, which might be so easily lost, is found in the ring box along with the graduation ring. Stamped with Weaver Hall's emblem, a note is folded into quarters and is attached to the token. Written with a neat hand: %[ This token entitles the bearer to one free set of plain brown flight leathers from Weaver Hall, piped in High Reaches' colors.

'''Whiskey:''' A box of unvarnished wood bears the painted label 'Twenty-four turn old Single Malt', and a maker's mark in the shape of a sheaf of barley. Inside, carefully packed with straw, is a finely made square crystal decanter filled with a dark, tawny liquid, as well as two round glasses to match. The ball-shaped stopper has been carefully secured for transit, but, once pulled free, allows the release of the rich scent of a very fine whiskey.

'''Credits:''' All the gifts, including the box they come in, were purchased for you by the weyr, and were made by crafters and skilled amateurs from across Pern. The egg bauble is a special gift from Acting Weyrwoman Azaylia, in commemoration of Hraedhyth and Iesaryth's first clutches.

N'ky's Weyrlinghood Recap

2013-08-02T03:04:31Z

Nicky:

==Weyrlinghood Month 1==
The most noticeable thing about N’ky is his sudden discomfort around long-term best friend K’zin. Despite the strength of their friendship before the hatching, he’s been avoiding the new bronze rider and things have definitely been… well, strained. As of just past the halfway through the month mark, though (day 16, to be precise), things seem to have got better.

With everyone else he’s been no different than usual; a little more tired than before, perhaps, and more relaxed in most cases, though he has had a couple of angry outbursts, that are very unlike the rarely-roused pre-Impression Nicky.

N’ky is rarely seen without Cailluneth, and when they’re together they’re nearly always touching, if he isn’t actually carrying her. They clearly have a very strong connection. For those that have experienced it (Ilicaeth, for example, when he broke N’ky’s cot), she would seem to be the source of his new-found temper. She’s not all hot-headed, though; quite the opposite, in fact, as she tends to use her colourful suggestions of thought and emotion to soothe and calm.

==Weyrlinghood Month 2==
It’s no secret that N’ky was freaking out over the exams. Reading and writing aren’t a problem, but maths? History? Eurgh. Lucky (or unlucky, depending on how you look at it) for him he’s nearly back to his old sleeping habits, which meant extra hours in the nights before the placement tests to spend poring over stupid hides. Just ask him. They’re all stupid – especially those ones with numbers. He’s gladly taken help where he can get it.

The studying didn’t pay off as well as he’d hoped it would in the end; he just scraped by in history, but arithmetic was a disaster and he’s wound up with extra work in both subjects. He’s kind of embarrassed by it, but he’s trying hard to get better.

On a slightly sadder note, Cailluneth is no longer small enough for him to carry. N’ky’s a little down about it but of course he’s proud that she’s growing up to be so big… in all senses of the word - Cailluneth is by no means svelte! Perhaps all that carrying about has added to her hatchling tubbiness, because she’s certainly round.

Following Kazavoth’s incident with the wherry, it’s no secret that N’ky was caught by weyrwoman Azaylia, after having snuck Cailluneth into the weyr’s lower caverns to let her hunt tunnelsnakes. Cai’s been crowing proudly about her kills, though N’ky is sheepish about getting caught and is adhering to the rules even more strictly.

He's been paired with C'ter as his mentor, a holdbred greenrider in his late 30s. It seems to be a happy enough pairing, and N'ky acts comfortably enough around the man.

Oh, and he's also having lessons with Madilla - they're working on getting rid of his stutter. Whether the classes have been working or he's more at ease around his fellow weyrlings, the end of the month does see somewhat of an improvement in his speech - though only when he's relaxed. Get him flustered and he'll stutter and stammer like the pro he is.

==Weyrlinghood Month 3==
Month three has, so far, been the least eventful for N'ky and Cailluneth. She's growing, he's stuttering less - apart from when emotions are high, of course. Nerves, excitement, panic and so on all bring it back full-force. In general conversation with most weyrlings though, he's comfortable enough to be more himself. With all of his catch-up work, Harper classes and other things on top of his weyrling duties, he's been busy enough to actually start sleeping through most nights due to pure exhaustion. Things have fluctuated with K'zin as they have since Impression, and N'ky's even had a couple of frazzled moments when he's just felt absolutely overwhelmed by everything happening, and by his want to make everyone happy. Slowly-slowly, he's learning to be just a little bit selfish by putting himself first - well, after Cailluneth, of course.

Cailluneth proved herself to be a fierce, successful hunter, having made her first kill under the supervision of Hraedhyth. She's got a habit of pinning a herdbeast down and latching onto its neck to bleed it out, and she's been wearing a good few bruises from flailing hooves as a trophy of her kills. When she's hunting, any dragon who's tried to reach her will find her mind very different to normal: it's wild, somewhat animalistic, driven by bloodlust and the thrill of hunting. Now that she's taller than the herdbeasts it's not quite as much of a game to bring them down as it was before, but she still likes to whip her food into a frenzy before leaping for the kill.

There have been more times when the pair haven't been seen glued to each other's sides, though they're still very, very close. N'ky still tends to stick only to the places where Cailluneth can be with him, which means he's only indoors when she's asleep, or when he absolutely has to be - and in the latter case, he's often distracted as he keeps in mental touch with her. They're still very touchy-touchy, and when together they're nearly always in contact.

==Weyrlinghood Month 4==
There's been nothing at all of note happening with N'ky this month. Cailluneth's finally taller than him at the shoulder and he's disappointed that he was overlooked for the silver threads, but that's about it.

By the end of the month his grades have started to slip significantly, and he's not putting as much effort - hardly any effort, really - into his remedial classes any more.

==Weyrlinghood Month 5==
N'ky's grades haven't improved this month; they may have even declined. Those still in remedial classes may talk about how he's failing pretty miserably, but no-one's likely to hear it from N'ky himself. If asked, he just brushes it off and changes the subject... if he's even around to be asked, that is. Outside of standard weyrling classes (which he's putting full effort into, even if he's not socialising much while doing so), he's rarely in the barracks. He's been spending mealtimes alone for the most part, though anyone who's spent time with him will notice that he barely eats anything, and only offers the bare minimum of interaction if he's approached. He's been spending most of his time somewhere in the Weyr with Cailluneth, normally at the far end of the lake, by the waterfall. She's very protective if anyone approaches, and if he's spoken to, N'ky quickly makes his excuses to leave.

Prior to Sabella's incident, N'ky was hesitant about flying; after it, there was no sign of straps on Cailluneth and the pair made no attempts at a first flight.
A failed attempt at reverse psychology from K'zin made N'ky sink even lower into his funk; an attempt on the bronzerider's behalf to apologise later led to Cailluneth broadcasting angrily across the Weyr that her weyrling was under threat, and an uncomfortable situation at the far end of the lake didn't make things any better. Despite N'ky giving K'zin a turnday present, he's still not talking to him.

D'kan's attempt to pull him out of it did more good than he actually let on; N'ky perked up a little from his 'brother's' tough love approach, but it was Alida who did the most to drag him out of it.

It wasn't until the very end of the month, day 27, that N'ky was finally called into the Weyrlingmasters' office for the inevitable chat about his performance, while Quinlys led the other weyrlings in an aerial drill. No-one's likely to know exactly what Meara and N'ky spoke about, but someone may have noticed Isath flying up and out of the Weyr with two passengers on her back, trailed by Cailluneth. Anyone with eyes on the bowl later that night will have seen a triumphant-looking teenager slipping down from his green's back after winging in over the bowl's rim. Their first flight was out of sight, out of the Weyr, but it definitely happened - and it's been hard to keep them on the ground since. N'ky's new favourite haunt, even more secluded than the far end of the lake, is the Star Stones.
N'ky still hasn't tested out of his remedial history and maths classes, and another new development at the end of month five is private Harper lessons. When he's not there, he seems to have a renewed passion for studying other things... especially any journals on leadership, wings and so on that he can get his paws on.

==Weyrlinghood Month 6==
The beginning of month six didn't start overly well for N'ky, who found himself overwhelmed and unable to properly balance the pressure of his wing duties, weyrling lectures, private Harper classes (he still hasn't tested out of remedial Maths, though he's doing better with History), lessons with Madilla, and extra studying to be prepared for the wingleader knot that, according to rumour, he's turned down once... though given the mess he's been for near enough the past two months, he would have been in next to no state to lead anyone.

With no prior warning, Day 15 saw him stop attending Flurry's drills in order to train with Cirrus, under their wingleader for the month, Aisha. It's a temporary arrangement but it seems to be working for him, if not for anyone else.

N'ky was amongst the last of the weyrlings to go hunting for a new weyr, missing out on the organised trips due to his extra work. On Day 17, he persuaded D'kan to go weyrhunting with him, claiming a small, shadowy, draughty location as high up the weyr as possible. By Day 18, he'd moved in.

The rest of the month was smooth as silk for him - moving to Cirrus and shadowing the wing's greenrider leaders, Aisha and J'madri, certainly had a positive impact on N'ky; the change seemed to be exactly what he needed to get back on track - there have even been rumours of him hooking up with one of Cirrus's blueriders, April, and the two of them being frequently spotted together at mealtimes is doing nothing to dispel them.

By the end of the month, he'd even made up with K'zin... just in time for him to be handed a wingleader knot, to take charge of Flurry in Month 7.

==Weyrlinghood Month 7==
All the brushing up on leadership prior to being handed Flurry's Wingleader knot seemed to pay off for N'ky. Being matched up with Alida was definitely an advantage too, as they made quite the pair. N'ky surprised himself if no-one else with his competence and confidence in leading the wing, and was dedicated to encouraging everyone to achieve their best, especially in the relay races.

The final leg of the race against Cirrus had N'ky racing against April - someone who he's becoming somewhat of an item with. Cirrus already had a bit of a lead on Flurry by the time the handover to N'ky and Cailluneth to take the race home happened, but N'ky's fumbled catch whipped away whatever chance they would have had of catching up to win. Did he miss the catch on purpose, to let his sorta-girlfriend win? Did he just give up, knowing that Cailluneth wouldn't be able to catch April's faster Darcielth? N'ky knows what happened for sure, but he's staying tight-lipped.

He's also been seen more frequently with J'madri. There might be a touch more to whatever their friendship is, if the occasional lingering glance and unnecessary (but appropriate!) touching is any indicator to those prone to picking up on such signs. Given his preference for two of its wingmembers, what little spare timehad in month seven was spent with Cirrus' riders.

==Weyrlinghood Month 8==
Outside of wing duties and when not in the extra classes he's still taking (he's finally tested out of History, but remedial maths is ongoing and he's still attending speech therapy, too), N'ky spends nearly all of his time this month with Cirrus riders, especially April and J'madri.

He knows Sh'mel from his time spent with the other wing, and, perhaps because K'zin's this month's wingsecond, N'ky isn't shy about backing the transferred-in leader up or offering advice when needed.

==Weyrlinghood Month 9==
: Learning to go between meant freedom, and N'ky finally found himself with all of Pern at his feet... but he hasn't strayed any further than necessary for classes and the tasks assigned to him.

==Senior Weyrlinghood==
: Graduating up into Cirrus and shadowing wings brought no special revelations for N'ky; he did well in some places, less so in others, bumbled through or shone depending on the day and the task. The real breakthrough for him came after [[Logs:Ice_Breaker|he fractured his arm while ice skating with Alida]]; that led him to be assigned ground duties, which led to several stints in the dragon infirmary... and that was where N'ky felt he found his calling as a dragonrider.

==Graduation Gifts==
N'ky's Gift Chest
Lovingly handcrafted and lacquered to a shine, this durable sepia-toned cedar chest is large enough to warrant the thick leather handles that are kept in place by aged brass fixings on the sides. Rich, ruddy brown-dyed leather runners adorn the chest, about an inch off the bottom and are kept in place by deftly carved wooden insets - leaving the semblance of an unbroken smoothness of wood to leather and then wood once more. Sturdily squat feet are padded on the bottom with softened leather to prevent scraping against the floor. Seared into the top of the one-piece lid is the badge of High Reaches Weyr a little to the left, with intertwined stylized lettering, 'N & C', immediately on the right. Just below the engraving is a narrow strip of glass that protects the leather-padded wooden hollow that contains a sprinkle of High Reaches's hatching sands, mingled with fragments of shells.

Within the chest are a number of gifts from the Weyr: A 'first aid' basket; a box said to contain 'whiskey'; an assortment of 'lotions' and skincare products; a slim, personal 'farviewer'; as well as a smaller 'ring' box with a graduation ring and 'token' held within. There's also a carefully wrapped 'egg' bauble.

'''Egg:''' An artist's impression of a dragon's paw, sturdily cast and with a flat base, protects within its gilded talons an egg of blown glass. The hollow, palm-sized ovoid is reminiscent of Cailluneth's hide in hue, yet still transparent enough for the golden grains within to be clearly visible. They may no longer carry the heat of the hatching sands, but they do hold tiny fragments of shell that vary in color, shape and size, appearing and disappearing within the sand each time the egg is moved. There's no way to be certain, but a piece of Cailluneth's shell could be in there. Somewhere.

'''Farviewer:''' A thin metal tube is covered protectively in a tanned wherry hide and can be pulled out to about the length of an average man's arm. Made of lightweight and somewhat... cheap materials, the stamp of Starsmith Hall is branded onto the protective leather covering, the eight pointed star visible in red ink. Meant for personal use, it lacks the power of the larger farviewers located at the Hall, but the closer arrangements of stars can be seen on clear nights.

'''First Aid Basket:''' Within a tidily bundled kit, a collection of basic first aid supplies can be found: there are hot bags for sore muscles, jars of redwort and numbweed salve, some herbal tea. Amidst the bandages and concoctions, there's also a small bottle of (poor quality) brandy. Perhaps that's intended as a joke? Or maybe it's medicinal!

'''Lotions:''' Another small woven basket claims the other half of the chest, opposite of the healer's first aid kit. Arranged artistically within a bed of sweet, mint-scented rushes are a several small containers of cosmetics. The assortment of skin moisturizers are scentless, but contain aloe vera and hints of numbweed, just enough to provide cool relief from sun rashes or wind burns. A collection of lotions are labeled with the different scents they contain: coconut, rose, lavender, and ging blossoms. A bottle of sun block, a pair of trimming shears, and nail clippers round out this particular gift basket.

'''Ring:''' This finely-cast silver ring wraps around N'ky's finger as if it were made for him. In the center is an inlaid portion with High Reaches Weyr's mountain-spire symbol in onyx, seven spindles reaching upward in silent testimony of the strength and protection of the Weyr. Tiny chips of prehnite spiral around the spires to symbolize Cailluneth's color. On the inside curve is inscribed their graduation date and the names "N'ky and Cailluneth".

'''Token:''' A token, which might be so easily lost, is found in the ring box along with the graduation ring. Stamped with Weaver Hall's emblem, a note is folded into quarters and is attached to the token. Written with a neat hand: %[ This token entitles the bearer to one free set of plain brown flight leathers from Weaver Hall, piped in High Reaches' colors.

'''Whiskey:''' A box of unvarnished wood bears the painted label 'Twenty-four turn old Single Malt', and a maker's mark in the shape of a sheaf of barley. Inside, carefully packed with straw, is a finely made square crystal decanter filled with a dark, tawny liquid, as well as two round glasses to match. The ball-shaped stopper has been carefully secured for transit, but, once pulled free, allows the release of the rich scent of a very fine whiskey.

'''Credits:''' All the gifts, including the box they come in, were purchased for you by the weyr, and were made by crafters and skilled amateurs from across Pern. The egg bauble is a special gift from Acting Weyrwoman Azaylia, in commemoration of Hraedhyth and Iesaryth's first clutches.

Logs:Ovine Island

2013-08-02T01:52:06Z

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| who = N'ky, Norrick
| where =Ovine Island, Southern Continent
| what = N'ky takes Norrick to see where his - their? - ovine project will take shape.
| when = It is a spring afternoon, 16:56 of day 26, month 5, turn 32 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.08.01
| quote = "And here I thought it'd been going on for a bit longer than that."
| weather = Southern heat.
| categories =
| mentions =
| ooc =
| icons = n'ky playful.jpg, norrick.jpg
| log =
It's a glorious spring day down in Southern when Cailluneth bursts out of between, carrying both N'ky and Norrick, her straps laden down various supplies. She circles lazily down, down, down, to one of the many little islands that pepper the Southern coastline; when she finally lands, it's on a beach that looks barely big enough to hold her - and, indeed, her hindlegs and tail end up in the water, forequarters only on the sand. N'ky slips down from her back and helps Norrick too if he needs it, before starting to bring down the cargo his lifemate carries. The beach they're on is surrounded by a thick swathe of trees, though from the air it was clear to see that beyond them there is open land, grassy areas reaching up over a little central peak. "So," N'ky says with a grin as he tugs down the last of the wooden stakes, letting them fall with a clatter to the ground before he starts unbuckling Cai's straps. "What do you think of Ovine Island?"

Norrick is getting better at getting up and down when riding a dragon. He hits the sand with a bit of a grin though, shielding his eyes from the sun. "Damn, I knew it'd be hot.." His head shakes then as he takes a look around, settling his hands a bit toward his spine to lean back. "Ovine Island? Come on now, you've got to think of something better than that. But it's great. There was plenty of land out that way, right?" He waves off toward the trees then, peering at N'ky curiously.

N'ky's rummaging in a bag as Norrick speaks, and tosses him a pair of shorts when he's done. "Here," he grins, pulling out a pair for himself and shimmying out of his leathers to change into them. They're battered, clearly well-worked in, and he sits in the sand to jam his feet into his boots once more. "I like the name Ovine Island." He pulls a face, not sure what's so bad about it as he look sover to where Norrick's waving. "Yep. There's not much of it that's flat, but there's plenty of grazing ground. We're going to hike along the shore, then cut in up a little stream. There's a cave system at the end of it, and I figured we could set up pens there." Hence all of the wood. "Cailluneth will carry it for us, but she can't land there because it's too tight, so she'll sort of lower it in." Which would explain the excessive lengths of rope wrapped around all those planks.

Norrick takes the shorts with a grateful nod, getting rid of his own pants in order to step into them. He lays the pants out on the sand carelessly then, shedding his jacket and outer tunic as well. Reaches is cold! "Doesn't need to be all flat, they'll be fine." He heads back over to N'ky then, nodding as the greenrider talks. "Mmhm..a cave would be a good shelter for 'em, easier to keep them contained and out of the weather when need be. No problem." After all, the stablehand came quite ready to work!

A bag of supplies is then picked up and tossed at Norrick, while N'ky picks up his own load and settles it on his back. "I figured we'd set up pens for shearing, more than for containing them long-term; if they're penned in all the time, I'm going to have to come every day to feed them and stuff, and..." He shrugs that away as an impossibility. "But if we keep them penned in down here for just long enough, then they'll know it's secure and ''hopefully'' they'll come down here if there's a storm... Southern's storms can get ''bad''." The greenrider cants his head to signal for his friend to follow as he heads off along the beach. For her part, Cailluneth settles herself comfortably, watching them leave.

Norrick swings his pack up and onto his back, shouldering it. He nods though. "That's true enough. Better than having to come down here in a storm, too, trying to herd them all in." Indeed, hopefully the animals would be smart enough to seek shelter. He starts after N'ky then, keeping pace with the greenrider easily. "How many you got so far?"

"So far?" N'ky plodges through the sand, leading the way just on the fringe of the greenery before turning up the stream when they come across it, as mentioned earlier. "None, so far. I've only just really found the island... just before Cailluneth went proddy." He pushes a leafy branch out of the way as they pass, allowing it to swish back when they're safely out of the way. "That had me grounded for nearly a sevenday, and then I was back on duty, then you came, and I've not been out here since." He shrugs. "Once we've got the pen in place though, I figured you could help me come up with a rig or something, so Cailluneth can carry a couple at a time without hurting them."

Norrick shakes his head slightly, laughing. He gives N'ky a faint slap on the back then as they continue, nodding. "And here I thought it'd been going on for a bit longer than that. Well I'm glad I get to help out in building all of this." He ducks another branch, trudging easily through the brush as they move along. "Still, hopefully we'll have a little more time to come out here and get it all done."

N'ky shakes his head. "Nah, it's not been going on that long. I've just been culling the wild herds on the mainland. That's where we'll take our herd from - we'll pick out the best of what's there, and then maybe even buy a couple next time there's a Beastcraft fair on - I'd like to breed a little more refinement into them, but I don't know how Northern stock will cope down here."

"Mmhm. I'm sure the ones livin' 'round this region - and wildly - are better suited for it, in the long run." Norrick chuckles softly at that, but shakes his head. "Dunno about the differences in wool quality though. Might be somethin' to look into with the Beastcraft."

"The wool's ok. It's passable, but it's not as good a quality as what you'd get from, say, Far Reach." N'ky shrugs, snagging a piece of fruit from a low-hanging branch as they pass. The trees are already thinning, and it's getting brighter as they walk towards the open area. "I figure though that if their fleece is too heavy, they'll be too hot here. Too fine, and then they'll maybe have to be indoors during a Southern winter. Whereas right now, they're able to live ''naturally'', and they don't ''need'' my help." Another piece of fruit is plucked from a similar tree, this piece tossed at Norrick. "What would you reckon to bringing woolies here?"

Norrick takes the fruit with a grin, biting into it eagerly. "True enough. So why bring in northern stock anyway? I'd check with the different holds raising them along the southern continent, see how well their stocks are doing. Otherwise, there's plenty to choose from and breed from the wilds." He chews as he heads out of the more wooded area, grinning at the sight of the rest of the island. "Oh, I reckon it'll be a right good idea.."

N'ky spits out a mouthful of pips as they near the edge of the trees, beyond which the stream leads to a craggy-looking hill. "Woolies might be harder to round up without a runner. Cailluneth's ''good'', but she's not ''that'' agile, you know? And if they get somewhere where she can't scare them out, then..." He shrugs. "Maybe could do with a couple of canines, too, to help with that... but then where would they stay the rest of the time? I don't think Cailluneth would tolerate them in our weyr."

Norrick makes a face at that, nodding. "Canines would be ideal, but yeah..couldn't leave them here. I've sure got nowhere to keep them, either." Problems that would have to be figured out eventually. He claps N'ky on the shoulder though, giving a nod. "Let's see that cave, eh?"

"Yeah, they can be worked out later." N'ky agrees with a nod, shifting the weight of his pack on his back and pointing up ahead. "It's just around that outcropping there - it's kinda perfect, really. There's a... well, you'll ''see'', won't you?" What's the point in wasting breath describing it, when his friend can see it with his own two eyes in a matter of minutes? Laughing, he reaches over to thump playfully Norrick on the shoulder, before sprinting off ahead and calling back, "Race you!"

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Logs:Hraedhyth's Senior Flight

2013-08-01T05:20:42Z

Nicky:

{{ Log
| who = Azaylia, K'zin, Alida, Z'ian, K'del, B'rant, R'co, I'zech, H'vier
| where = Lake Shore / Hraedhyth and Azaylia's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr
| what = Hraedhyth takes to the skies for her Senior flight and is caught by bronze Tsanth. There's only ''some'' fighting this time!
| when = Day 23, Month 5, Turn 32
| gamedate = 2013.07.31
| quote = "Get him to back the '''fuck''' off."
| weather = The sky is clear today. The air remains cool and damp, but the weather is overall pleasant today.
| categories = General, Divided Leadership
| mentions =
| ooc = Thanks to everyone who showed up and made this a hilarious, fun flight! Really, you're all fantastic. <3 Feel free to add icons or any poses I may have missed. e.e;
| icons = azaylia free.jpg, azaylia hraedhyth.jpg, r'co sullen.jpg, r'co deveriteauxth.jpg
| log = '''Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr'''

''The rest of the bowl may be barren, grass barely surviving at best, but here by the lake, it's brilliantly green in the warmer months: thickening and thriving in the silty, boulder-dotted soil just before it transitions to soft sand and thence to the cool, clear water itself.''

''A large freshwater lake fed by a low waterfall, it not only provides warm-weather bathing space for humans and dragons, but has one end fenced off as a watering hole for the livestock in the feeding grounds. The water there is often muddier than the rest of the clear lake, whose shallows drop off abruptly several yards out into deep water, and whose edge undulates against the coarse-hewn bowl wall: here close enough to just be bramble-covered rocks, there far enough away that a narrow land bridge divides the main lake from a smallish pond. Between are several rocky outcroppings that form excellent makeshift diving points, though only one -- across the bridge -- has a set of narrow, slippery, quite possibly tempting stairs.''
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Though the sun is shining bright, it's not nearly warm enough for anyone to take an afternoon dip in the lake. And yet, here's Azaylia. Heat that has little to do with Rukbat has chased her to the chilly waters, pale yellow sundress soaked and clinging around her legs and waist. Her torso is mostly dry, save for where she's splashed herself to cool off. Sitting in the shallow surf with her head tilted towards the sky, the Acting Weyrwoman gives a content sigh.

She's long since eaten lunch and at this point in the day, Alida's bathing Ilicaeth, the grey-toned blue playing submarine for some moments as he rinses away the sand his rider used to scrub away some excess dead skin that he couldn't reach. It's a quick scrubbing that leaves the woman winded but pleased, and her blue pleased and, more importantly, itch-free. During her dragon ablutions, the blonde's left Zay to herself a bit father beyond, but now that she's pretty much done, the guard gathers up her stuff, redons socks and boots, rolls down her pants, and trudges over towards the goldrider. "Hey Zay..." is noted in a clear tone, green eyes then glancing around for a few moments, as if peering for someone or something that's missing.

It was likely Rasavyth who pointed out to K'zin that the goldrider was starting her own one-woman wet-dress contest at the lake. Even with the torso dry, since K'zin doesn't apparently have somewhere else to be right now, he's meandering, hands in pockets toward the lake. He's not dressed in his leathers for once, but in a set of work clothes, some soot and grunge speaking to the fact that he's recently been at the forge. "Hey Zay!" He cups his hands around his mouth when he gets near enough to shout and have it be heard. Rasavyth is not with him, perched outside the feeding grounds, contemplating his next meal, as it happens. Or maybe waiting for something ''more interesting''. It's possible that's why he's been hanging around here the last couple days. He's too young a bronze to have honed his senses.

Azaylia doesn't open her eyes, words carried by another sigh of pleasure, "Hello..." Drawn out, much like the bluerider's silence. It has her opening her eyes just enough to peer up through her lashes, though it takes her longer to realize, "Don is with Hraedhyth." The gold that's lounging on her ledge, hide rippling with amber heat. Occasionally she'll shift in the ''best'' ways, ensuring her ever-changing audience of browns and bronzes are watching. She's soaking up the attention much like the brown hatchling on her back is attempting to with the sun's weak rays. Azaylia's head rolls towards K'zin as he approaches, happy little smile growing, though she doesn't shout in return. "How are you?" A distracted pleasantry meant for both blue and bronze rider, once he's near enough.

"Don?" Alida inquires of Azaylia, then making a 'd'oh' face. "Keep fergettin' 'is name." Still, the bluie's casting her gaze over towards where the sunning 'hussy' of a gold and her tiny brown companion are splayed, then returning her gaze to Azaylia. Ilicaeth might be totally oblivious to the ways of love, but Alida's in her prime...and right now, Zay is looking rather...nice. Ahem. And then K'zin's call is heard upon the air, 'lida turning to him and calling back, "*You* again?!" Smirk. Back to Zay, "Okay. How's...uh...Don treatin' you?"

"Look, I'm trying to avoid you, but you're just not cooperating." K'zin calls to the bluerider, moving closer to the blonde while still angling closer to the edge of the water, changing the angle of the triangle the three riders create. "Zay," He addresses the goldrider, "I'm great, only you forgot to take your clothes off when you got in the lake." It's a complaint. One that would decidedly be considered too brazen on normal occasions. The roll of his shoulders is a touch different than the way K'zin normally carries himself, his grin a little wider, a little less guarded and a lot more cocky.

Dragon> Over the past few days, Hraedhyth has been a stifling, unforgiving presence on those of ''her'' Weyr. Every throb of need, all of that ''burning'' frustration is shared so that her suitors might writhe with her in blissful agony. Finally, just as Rukbat reaches its pique... so does Hraedhyth. With ruby and amethyst eyes blazing she lets forth a roar, heard as well as ''felt'' as her drums sound the call. She desires ''many'' things, but first: blood. (To High Reaches dragons from Hraedhyth)

Dragon> To High Reaches dragons, Tsanth has steered clear of the warrior queen all this time, all these months. Suspicion of her has hovered vaguely in his conscious, a wariness that he's no longer able to place. But now that she has reached her pique, he returns driven by that primitive desire to chase, to catch. And to the pens he'll go, landing between larger suitors and reacting violently. He nips at their legs, snapping to drive the less fierce away.

Dragon> To High Reaches dragons, Cadejoth has not been much prone to roaming, these recent days: he knows. He knows where he's supposed to be, and if not the exact ''when''-- well, that will come. He's been uncharacteristically drawn to the ground, today, as though hoarding up all of his energy for the inevitable main event. Now, though... ''now'' is the time. He is in the game (damn it).

Dragon> If there are those who hope that Iesaryth's rare storms will rise in challenge to the heat, that her specific possessiveness will be drawn out in response to the other queen... there is no such luck. The roar might bring the surge of seas and the briefest pluck of the undertow of the depths, but her rider has been aware, and waiting, and ''not'' sleeping -- so in short order, both the tall dark goldrider and her lifemate are up into the skies and ''away'' to leave Hraedhyth and hers to it. (To High Reaches dragons from Iesaryth)

"Hraedhyth wouldn't let me." Comes Azaylia's smooth reply, jaw tilting so that she's able to look up at K'zin. "She says the males won't be ''hungry'' for it if I--" A sudden swallow cuts the goldrider off, blinking for a moment before she tries to answer Alida. "A.. ah, fine. He's protective, I think. And I ''know'' he's stubborn." Her breathing has picked up, and it's only when Hraedhyth lets loose that roar that the source might be obvious. Chilly water is sent every which way as the woman scrambles, effectively soaking herself as she crawls out of the shore. Then? She's running.

"Do I 'offend?' Alida inquires smirkily back at K'zin, the woman unable to help but picking up on all the draconic emotion thickening the air as she too puffs up just a little. Bleed-over...but at least it's not from her own swimming blue...or it'd be much worse. Oh cripes...that's Hraedhyth's call, and then Zay's buggering out. Alida? She's going to hole up deep in her weyr.

Dragon> To High Reaches dragons, Rasavyth won't ''admit'' that he's young and inexperienced. He knows what's up. Or that ''something'' is up. He won't ''admit'' that he's been hanging out near the feeding grounds just casually waiting for the right moment. But with this surge, this change in the desires of the gold, he knows his waiting hasn't been in vain, at least. He's here. He won't ''miss'' it. If he can get off the ground with enough blood to last. And that's a big 'If.'

Dragon> What the hell's he doing in here? Adding his own eighth mark, likely, Ilicaeth bursting into the lust fest and hollering, << BATTLE! >> before disappearing. (To High Reaches dragons from Ilicaeth)

Dragon> To High Reaches dragons, Deveriteauxth's icy, pale green is curious about those drums, but not oblivious to their meaning: his whisker-touch twitches and tickles as he takes up the call, and takes to the pens. Is Tsanth snapping? He'll dance out of the way, blasting the bronze with an aniseed wash, while he gets on with it all. There's glorious blood, flight, and sex to be had!

'''Azaylia and Hraedhyth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr'''

''Accessed via a narrow staircase from the Weyrleader's Complex, or from the broad, sunny ledge beyond, this weyr was clearly designed to be for one of the weyr's junior queens. Spacious, but not extravagant, it boasts a well-sized outer room, narrowing in front the well-sized dragon couch and ledge beyond. Much of this main room has been turned over to a couch and several chairs, which circle the hearth and the blue rug set down in front of it. There's a low table here, too, set in the middle of that rug. A tack-cupboard stands tidily behind the couch, keeping out of sight a rider's paraphernalia.''

''Three low steps lead up onto a peculiar little landing, just large enough for the brand new desk and set of shelves that have been placed there. Here, too, there are definite pointers to the lived-in state of the weyr: the desk could in no way be described as tidy.''

''Behind the desk, a narrow passage leads in an inner set of chambers, made up of a sleeping cavern and a private bathing area. A decent-sized bed fills much of the space, the mattress piled high with overstuffed down pillows and comforter. There's a nightstand on either side, and against one of the other walls, a tall, heavy wardrobe made from a dark wood that matches the bed. The bathing area is part of the same cavern, a folding screen shielding the toilet and slightly raised, double-sized bathtub built into the stone, and a small shelf to hold toiletries.''

''Unusually, the walls, ceiling and floor of this weyr have all been whitewashed thickly, covering the natural stone. The hearth is brand new, too, as are most of the built-in fittings, as though they have recently needed to be replaced.''

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The little brown firelizard that was with Hraedhyth? He makes like a tree and gets the fuck out as the gold hurtles down towards the feeding pens. There's a fluidity to her movements, and while she ''burns'' for flight, she isn't quick to make a kill. No, she arches her blunt neck and fans her dark wings, a territorial show to inspire as well as ward ''them'' away from her kills. By the time she's finally made a kill, Azaylia is all but throwing herself into her weyr, yellow sundress soaked and clinging. Is she late?

K'del hasn't been so crass as to hang around the Weyrleader Complex all day, but that doesn't mean he's not quick to arrive - clambering up the steps ''before'' Azaylia makes it back. He's serious faced and quiet, paying attention to no one in particular, though Azaylia's arrival ''does'' lift his gaze for a moment. Out in the feeding grounds, Cadejoth bloods his kill with not unexpected fervor, blood ringing his mouth and bedecking his talons.

Tsanth throws himself into the herdbeasts, quickly taking down his prey like any experienced dragon is meant to. And like any rider with over fifteen turns under his belt, Z'ian doesn't arrive late to this particular flight. He's there before Azaylia like some people and takes his place back away, not crowding anyone just yet. And does it seem like he's keeping his hands carefully tucked up under his arms this time? He must remember the last time Hraedhyth rose.

Oh jays, NOT AGAIN! That's the look of utter woe and horror on B'rant's features when they weyrling's youthful but huge bronze decides to take up the urges of his baser nature at High Reaches for the second time. This time, with a whole three green flights (all unwon) to his name, Rhenth skids into the pens, accidentally plowing over a pair of herdbeasts in his hurry to blood. Their bodies crushed by his fervor, the young dragon makes the best of it, and starts supping off of them, his red eyes roiling with need. And his rider? Is escorted in Azaylia's weyr by some kind fool that's taken 'pity' upon the clueless bronzer.

As a gentleman should, Deveriteauxth waits for the lady to make her choice before he makes his, unnerved by her territorial display. He lunges for the nearest beast, parchment-pale and fluid of movement, jaws latching down upon the unfortunate creature's neck to begin suckling its lifeforce away. Hot on Azaylia's heels is R'co, still decked out in flight gear with his goggles pushed up onto his forehead. He pauses just inside the entryway to simply ''watch'' for the time being, while stripping off his gloves, helmet and so on. He holds onto them for now, fingers curled deathly tight around them while his other hand remains shoved deep into his pocket.

Rojeth takes advantage of the frenzy that the feeding dragons have caused among the herdbeasts, reaching out his talons to trip a terrified animal and the smashing its head into the dirt with a satisfying crunch. But as he drinks from his careful distance, he watches the gold, head tipped aside to keep her in his sight. I'zech's glance, as he staggers into Azaylia's weyr with a hand scrubbing over his cheek, is for the nearest chair, which he swings out to face the gathering bodies before dropping to sit, hands hanging between spread knees and an irritated look on his face.

Dragon> Hraedhyth's flames stretch far and wide, unmerciful as they scorch and snare those who choose to feed along side her. Oh, ''now'' Tsanth is interested? ''Good''. (To Tsanth from Hraedhyth)

K'zin and Azaylia have trained together - run together on many occasions. The bronzerider, who had been on the lakeshore with the goldrider, ''should'' have entered on her heels. But he doesn't. There's a delay. When he arrives, it's at a swaggering stroll, and he's already looking smug. Clearly, this bodes well for K'zin not ending up battered in some way by the end of the flight. In appearance, he's sooty and wearing work clothes like he's been at the forge (which from the smell of sweat, metal and smoke, he probably has). He doesn't seem to be particularly drawn to a wall, so he just wanders in the familiar weyr. Rasavyth has enthusiasm! But not skill. Woe. His first attempts to catch ''anything'' go woefully amiss. It's not, at least, a surprise to either member of the bronze pairing.

Dragon> To Hraedhyth, Tsanth meets the flames with sheets of sand. Sand the melts and twists and settles in pools of liquid glass, a reflection. A mirror of an image of Hraedhyth's image. Fierce and strong, terrifying and brave. Something to be admired, revered.

Hraedhyth is greedy this afternoon, not only for blood but for their adoration. ''She'' watches them right back, judgement clouding her jeweled gaze that burns into each and every male. She doesn't ''quite'' finish with a beast, stopping to roar at a younger pair, squabbling and nipping at each other-- luckily she doesn't catch Tsanth doing the same. Rather than continue, her jaws snap another almost in half, messily slurping up what doesn't get all over her muzzle. Azaylia's eyes are wide, fighting to focus on the riders who are already in her weyr. Waiting. "''Oh.''" She stumbles towards one, K'del, before stopping short and moving ''away''. Her chin is tilted towards the feeding grounds, not being able to see, but not needing to.

"''Zay''," says K'del, when the goldrider stumbles towards her, half-raising one arm in order to reach towards her, though he's control of himself enough that he doesn't keep trying when she moves away again. Not that that means there's not naked longing in his gaze, of course, or disappointment. Cadejoth seems genuinely delighted by Hraedhyth's wanton wastefulness (or perhaps it's just the 'wanton' part of it): he hurtles his mostly-spent beast off across the grounds, heedless of whether or not it impacts with someoen else. ''He'' is enjoying himself.

Dragon> Melted glass is maintained by her fire, thundering drums sending ripples through them that alter their image. Tsanth at her side. Tsanth twining with her. Then he's gone, and another, non-descript dragon takes his place. The future is as fluid as her preference, but he will earn the chance to prove himself. (To Tsanth from Hraedhyth)

Deveriteauxth takes down a second beast; a small one, that's quickly drained. Having had his fill, the pale brown spreads his silvery-scrawled wings, taking to the skies ''early'', it might seem; but that's so he can get into a position he feels will give him an ''advantage''. Someone's ledge is commandeered as he hunches over the edge of it, every muscle in him tensed and ''waiting'', ready to spring into action once Hraedhyth makes her move. R'co is less forward than his dragon (for once); his blue-eyed gaze remains on Azaylia, lips pursed in a thoughtful, somewhat unhappy pout, as he hangs back and observes.

Dragon> Poor pup. How can he expect to catch her if he is not able to contest with a filthy beast? Hraedhyth urges him on, dark tendrils of smoke twisting in a sensual dance, much like what will take place in the sky. Is he not hungry to learn? There is so much she could ''teach'' him. (To Rasavyth from Hraedhyth)

Rhenth isn't going to screw it up /this/ time! The weyrling bronze tosses his first, bloodless herdbeast out of the way, the carcass unintentionally striking a brown in the side. A low rumble soon finds the Fortian bronzling tucking into his second 'beast, suckling heavily at its throat, his eyes finally lifting to Hraedhyth and her messy blooding, the young beast crooning to her. Lovely! Finally inside Azaylia's weyr, B'rant's distress at being caught up in a foreign gold flight only becomes more apparent when he settles his gray gaze upon all those other, more experienced folk within. Wingleader, Weyrsecond, riders. Oh sweet Faranth, no weyrlings! The towering teen tries to cave in some on himself and hide against a wall, but Rhenth is doing his thing out there, and his bronze's lust is starting to collide with his rider's aghast state, beginning to push such silly human things aside. Once, those grays even manage to find Azaylia deeper inside the cave, and they cling to her like a drowning man would a piece of driftwood. A very sexy piece of driftwood.

Tsanth rips into another beast, suckling the heated coppery blood down with expert precision. He knows when to stop blooding and now is the time, he doesn't glut himself. It's now that he waits, bundling himself up into a tight package that's prepared to launch into the air just as Hraedhyth is. And oh no, he's no longer nipping at those around them. Though maybe that's just because he has a personal bubble now, they know better. His rider meanwhile remains quiet and in the back, away from the others that swarm the weyr. Waiting and watching carefully, for any movement or change in what's happening.

Dragon> He's all youthful adoration for the warrior queen, her youngest suitor's noble heart roaring with desire for her and her fiery ways. << Hraedhyth. >> His hearts might burst with the want of her. (To Hraedhyth from Rhenth)

K'zin happens to be wandering near enough to K'del that when Zay strays toward him and then away, the look in the older bronzer's expression has the man bursting out with laughter. Definitely laughing ''at'' K'del. He did warn him he was an ass in flights, so... ''Someone's'' having a good time at this flight anyway. His eyes flick toward Azaylia, a sly, secret sort of smile starting as his gaze lingers, and then it's away again as he continues to wander. Rasavyth is more focused, though, his head tossing toward the golden huntress. His efforts are renewed, and this time, he meets with success. Not once, but ''twice''! Though they're not the most sizable of beasts.

Dragon> And while the fire that melts and helps form his glass is hers, the material itself remains belonging to him. The image is dashed and changed. Mirrors turn to blown sculptures, the other dragon gone. Unimportant. Them together, a rippling mass of impressive muscle hurtling through the sky. Towards a destiny. (To Hraedhyth from Tsanth)

Dragon> Hraedhyth can sense his delight, kindling to her fire as it licks at his chains, demanding they glow red hot. There's an unspoken, savage promise-- she'll be able to soothe the burn once he catches her. ''If'' he catches her. (To Cadejoth from Hraedhyth)

Dragon> The intensity Hraedhyth's mind meets with is incredible. Incredible, because the oozy drums that beat are so much a reflection of her mind. It's like an artist painting a perfect image by a great master: it's a ''compliment'' paid, a mirror he provides herself with to see her awesome beauty and commanding presence. He has never been more impressed with her than he is ''now''. His copy is not without his own twist, though, the ooze seeping through, suggesting how ''wonderful'' it would be to worship her in the winds. He ''is'' hungry. He's hungry for many things, not the least of which are ''her'' and ''blood''. She could teach him much, will she? Won't she teach him this dance? His claws slash as he successfully makes a kill, and he drinks his tribute to her dry before seeking a second. He ''will'' give this his all. She calls to them all, yes, but deeper, he feels her calling to ''him''. (To Hraedhyth from Rasavyth)

I'zech's dark gaze slowly begins to scan the room, the assembled men, most of whom have their attention on one wet-dressed woman. Neither Azaylia nor the collection of suitors do anything to soften the glare he's wearing or the sneer of a smile that tugs one corner of his mouth. But he's comfortable in his chair and makes no move to leave it. Rojeth, on the other hand, is the recipient of Cadejoth's used up meal, and he flexes his talons into the ground as he rounds his focus on the other bronze, letting out a rasping growl from between his jagged, protruding teeth. There's a slow, preparatory swish of his tail.

Dragon> They glow - oh yes, they do glow. For ''her''. There are no stars twined in Cadejoth's chains tonight, no ice-cold delight, no honeyed warmth; there are no other queens for Cadejoth but this one, and his chains burn and sizzle in emphasis for it. He ''will'' catch her. He ''will'' have her. And they will be glorious together. (To Hraedhyth from Cadejoth)

Azaylia seems to regret twisting away from K'del's grasp, gaze turning towards him when he utters her name. And yet, she keeps walking. Past K'zin, though there's a long drag of her body against his, dress marked by filth and the bronzerider wetter for it. Suddenly, she's frozen, not so much as breathing as legs flex and she stands on her tiptoes in the midst of them. At that very moment, Hraedhyth's cloak is cast off, revealing clubbed sails that flap after she takes a running leap into the sky-- knocking against Rhenth on her way into the air. Did she mean to? Does it matter? Beating wings send her skyward, gaining a lead through sheer ''power'' rather than agility.

And all of that waiting is eventually rewarded when she launches herself into the sky like so. Coiled tightly unto himself, Tsanth springs forth after her. He's gone and out of the pen before many of the others are, his smaller frame lending him that much more agility. The chase is on and this time, he seems to mean it. There's no attempt to burn his energy creating a path for others. Z'ian knows that moment all too well. Instinctively, his eyes raise up to a sky that he can't see and he pushes past another rider and moves to the forefront of the weyr. Where now, Azaylia would actually be able notice him around if she were to look.

Oh, go on, K'zin. Laugh. K'del's not laughing. For K'del, this is utterly serious: he can't seem to help himself but pull at the knot on his shoulder, and continue to stare so completely after Azaylia. He ''is'' pleased by her glance back, though, even if his own dragon distracts him so quickly. Cadejoth doesn't care that Rojeth has been hit by his beast; doesn't care that he's being focused on; doesn't care about much at all, most likely, except the sudden rush of air beneath his wings, and the height he's putting on as quickly as he possibly can.

Look! Over there! It's a bird! No, it's a plane! Wait-- what the hell is a plane? Never mind. It's Reisoth! His appearance over the bowl is accompanied by an uncharacteristic bellow of frustrated reluctance as he angles himself toward the ''bowl'' and not the sky to deposit his rider. He definitely isn't going to wait for straps to be taken off or anything like that. As soon as H'vier's feet are on the ground, the bronze is launching himself back into the air to take off after the bestial beacon of gold to join her lustful entourage of suitors. H'vier is probably just making his way across the bowl toward the weyr the bronze should have dropped him off closer to.

Dragon> Hraedhyth's drums answer the foreigner who has traveled ''so'' far for his devotion: ''Rhenth''. One solid syllable, one solid beat, the echoes rippling with sound as well as desire-- for ''him''. (To Rhenth from Hraedhyth)

Power that couldn't be matched by Deveriteauxth, hence his chosen lead; but even still, his launch from the ledge he's chosen doesn't give him quite the advantage he'd hoped for. Light plays upon the ripple of muscles beneath his pale hide and across the silvery scrawl that edges his wingsails as he beats down with all the strength he can muster, ignorant of his size disadvantage as he revels in the sheer ''thrill'' of being there in the lust-fuelled flight. From where he is on the edge of the crowd in the weyr, R'co continues to just watch, though he does so now with decidedly less attention on the room and people before him as his focus shifts more to be with his dragon.

K'zin's ''purrs'' in approval as Azaylia slides across him, the laughter abruptly quieted in favor of a leering grin. He doesn't reach out for her though, more amusement showing in his expression and manner, his focus finally latching onto her though, at least for the moment. Hraedhyth's cloak must be hereditary, for her son, too, looks as though he's doffing one. The dulled bronze of the wings he keeps so primly wrapped around his slender, aristocratic form extend to reveal ''shining'' bronze hidden beneath as he takes wing. He might not be as well fueled as some of the other dragons, but he'll be putting his best foot forward and following the silent call that breaks bonds of heredity. (Even if they didn't, he'd be in good company. Right, Cadejoth?)

She shoves against him? Who cares that he's staggering a little, for Hraedhyth's /touched/ him! The sight, scent of her so near drives him mad with want, and in a few instants -- time taken to recover from that marvelous, fierce push -- Rhenth's impelling his huge body skyward, the young bronze squarely at the center of the pack of suitors, his eyes burning red, with a reflection of gold at their centers. Hreadhyth! His own heart fairly jumps into his throat when his lifemate ascends, B'rant suddenly staggering away from such earthbound things as a wall, then looking over imploringly to Azaylia...who he starts to drift towards as if upon a cloud.

Dragon> Of ''course'' Hraedhyth calls to ''him''. He's Rasavyth. Though passion surges through every fiber, it is not anger at her suitors-- suitor. No, she desires them. Him. The beat of her wings matches the adrenaline shared by two bodies... Will the young bronze catch and be her third? (To Rasavyth from Hraedhyth)

Rojeth launches, though perhaps it's more inspired by Cadejoth's take-off than Hraedhyth's. But maybe that doesn't matter, since it all happens at basically the same moment either way. He powers upward with the rest of the pack, trailing tight on Cadejoth, where he could just about catch his tail, even if Rojeth's eyes are on the leading gold. In his seat, the burst of activity tenses through I'zech with a long inhale and a momentary closing of eyes. They open again to survey the tightening of the crowd in front of him and one legs bounces, but he doesn't yet stand up from his chair. He can keep an eye on Azaylia from here.

It doesn't look as though Azaylia will be swinging at any riders today, eyes closed as she tilts her jaw skyward. The little curl to her lips widens to bare her teeth in a savage grin, hands curling into tight fists at her sides. Even with Hraedhyth's heat, the fabric of her dress is clingy and cold, urging her to find something warm. Someone. Opening her eyes, she catches the frantic movement of I'zech's knee. She's reaching for him, though there won't be objections should she be intercepted. The gold in the sky is not so generous with her touch, not yet. Smokey, spiced incense leaves a trail for them to follow as Hraedhyth climbs higher and higher-- wings straining to lift her gorged body. That earlier greed will be her undoing.

He's 'floating' towards her, and she's...moving towards him? Of course Azaylia is, because right now B'rant isn't really noticing the other men in here, especially I'zech back there. Smiling with sudden confidence and obvious want, the Fortian reaches out both hands to try and gather Azaylia into his arms. Greenhorn! Rhenth, meanwhile, is riding slowly above the main Flight pattern, wanting to be free of others so close so he can better see, close on the glowing siren that is Hraedhyth. He might lose a little forward ground at first, but his huge wings and their beats are making up for it, the queen's scent intoxicating him as he's never been before. His own urgent pine and oaks of forest medieval grow even taller, tower like titans towards her, their roots pulled from the ground in their/his want.

Reisoth's only focus is on Hraedhyth and trying to gain lost ground from his late start. The lack of blooding will probably catch up to him but it would be worse to not get in the sky at all before one of the others had their tails around the gold that should be ''his.'' Despite his frustration at being behind, Reisoth is silent. H'vier, not so much. He's swearing to himself as he finally makes his way into Azaylia's weyr, growling unconsciously at the first man he nearly runs into but manages not to shove out of his way.

Dragon> ''Destiny''. It speaks to her primal nature, urges her to leave his sands hot to the touch, scouring and scalding much like her desire. It too is beginning to chafe, wearing down her need to ''escape'' them. Him. Her flames flicker, unintentionally sharing that waver in strength. (To Tsanth from Hraedhyth)

Dragon> To Hraedhyth, Rasavyth is too clever a dragon, even when lust-clouded, to miss the summation of those few mistaken points. But it doesn't ''matter''. That's how these things go, right? The female gets many offers, and she accepts the best one. The one that brings her flowers, or in this case bones. He's not naturally leant toward ferocity, or licking. Or anything that gets his mouth near a potentially unhygienic, icky surface (like another dragon's flank), for that matter, but with a snarl, and flare of ooze-touched fire, his reflected drums intensify as he makes his declaration of ''war''! Look out fellow fliers, he's on a collision course!

"''Back off''," says K'del, lifting a fist to emphasize his words: yes, that would be towards you, H'vier. Never mind that H'vier is taller (and bulkier); that's not important right now. It's a distraction, though - something that pushes K'del's attention away from his dragon's upwards climb, and away, too, from the sublime conclusion that is, surely, theirs for the taking (if only they succeed at the whole positive thinking thing, right?). K'del lets out a breath and Cadejoth adjusts his path, thrusting himself into motion in a different way now that it ''seems'' like it won't be so long a flight as all that.

Led on by that incense, Deveriteauxth powers after Hraedhyth, using his smaller size and agility to whatever advantage he can manage. A dip of his wing makes him swerve from the path of a larger bronze; a powerful downbeat drives him forward towards the glowing golden prize, on which his whirling, jewel-toned sight is firmly set. Perhaps it's H'vier's growling entrance that causes R'co to move at last - perhaps it's the young bronzerider with hands attempting to grab ''his'' Weyrwoman, but the brownrider finally steps towards Azaylia, hovering just behind the Fortian as if ready to pull him back - then he seems to change his mind, echoed in the skies above by another surge from Deveriteauxth. Wiry little R'co - because he is ''small'', compared to these much taller men! - nudges in closer to Azaylia, one hand held up with its palm towards her, as if hesitant to touch her despite flight-fuelled lust and need.

The pack, what a joke. Tsanth weaves between them, expending some energy to bully the younger and more inexperienced dragons. The older bronze slams his small but muscled body into them before resuming course, chasing down that alluring scent of her spiced incense. It's the move that B'rant makes towards Azaylia that has Z'ian actually moving. Because he's done this before, well, he knows that it isn't going to end well for that Fortian weyrling. "Kid. Back the fuck off." He tries to warn, not quite making the distance to the pair before contact can be made.

Dragon> Her heat turns his sands into something burning, something destructive and scolding it's true. But also something that could nurture, something of him that speaks to something she knows so deeply. Heated sands that warm eggs, that keeps them nested and safe until the moment that they hatch out into the world. Tsanth's sands can do that for her, for her progeny. If only she'd just stop flying from him. (To Hraedhyth from Tsanth)

Well if Azaylia is going to give him attention, I'zech can get up. He doesn't even haul himself out of the chair with heavy reluctance as he might usually do; he just moves easily to his feet, an elbow ready to shove off anyone who looks to intercept -- seems like that person might be B'rant. With dark laughing eyes on Azaylia, as if the two of them are sharing some private joke, a smug curve sharpens on I'zech's mouth, feral and undeterred by the minute jostlings of the other men in the room or the dragons in the sky. Rojeth continues drafting on Cadejoth, and then encroaching, creeping along his back with talons spread dangerously, downward strokes of wings near enough to tangle with upward sweeps should the rhythm change. He growls again, scratchy, and louder this time so that the sound isn't lost in the rush of thinning air even if the other bronze can't actually feel the breath on the back of his neck.

One thing can be said for certain, even so early on: much will be learned here by young Rasavyth. So far, he's keeping up well. Except, is that-- is the mannered socialite of a bronze ''snarling''? It looks... well, downright silly. Although, he is a bronze, so maybe that lends it a little weight. This is the warrior queen, and he's decided to ''fight'' for her! His first target is a brown. A big brown. A brown that's ''very nearly'' the same size as he, and his weave has him slamming up against him. Thankfully, wings don't tangle, but it has Rasavyth ''rebounding''. Well, ''that'' didn't go well. Someone probably could have told him that physical force wasn't the way to get the win with a slender frame like his, but he's young yet. He'll learn. K'zin's attention is pulled off the heat-seeking goldrider and back to K'del for the moment, observing the spat between his 'mentor' and H'vier, the smile that pulls on his lips almost gleeful, almost-- as if-- as if it gives him an ''idea''. Let them take ''each other'' out...

When B'rant volunteers, Azaylia doesn't hesitate to open her arms, intending to wrap them around the Fortian. Is he foreign? Does it matter? Before she's able to, I'zech and his elbow are there. It's not as brutal as it could be, but his feral display has her eyes bright as she instead tucks up against him, shivering from chill as well as delight. There are goosebumps on her arms as they wrap tightly around his waist, trying to soak up his bodyheat. Above, Hraedhyth's oversized jaws are parted as she pants with exertion, deciding now to take a sudden turn. Sudden for her size, at least, though in reality she cuts a wide arc that offers plenty of time for her chasers to gain some distance. She begins to falter, stubborn until the very end as she struggles to keep ahead.

"Go fuck yourself," H'vier snaps back at K'del, eyeing the fist with a sneer while his own hand clenches in response to the prospect of violence. That's not why he's here, though, and he'd really rather be touching that woman over there. She's alluring to the point of distraction, especially with Reisoth above, desperate to close distance between himself and his queen, to take his place beside her. He pushes himself but it's clear he's flagging with as hard as he's been pushing himself up to this point trying to catch up.

Was Cadejoth a little distracted by his rider's distraction? A ''little'', sure. It's got nothing on his distraction, now, a distraction fuelled by Rojeth's close proximity, and that increasing feeling of being hemmed in... and that is ''really'' not going to work with his plans. H'vier gets forgotten as a result, whatever he says in answer (none of it matters). "''Get him to back the '''fuck''' off''," K'del belows, turning his gaze away from the taller bronzerider and off towards I'zech. You. That. There. ''Him''. Hraedhyth falters, and Cadejoth makes a desperate attempt to pull away from the bronze behind him, all but throwing himself at the queen. ''Now'', Hraedhyth. ''Now''!

And he's managed to keep his stamina up this time, kept it up and not lost it. Even if he did knock around some of the younger bronzes. It's now, just as Hraedhyth takes that sudden wide arc that Tsanth shoots up in the sky to fly over and above her. He passes a suitor that really should be better prepared to catch and now, drops down suddenly with his wings swung out wide to meet her. The older dragon isn't distracted by the others, unphased even. This is his time ''now'' to act. And he does. Z'ian meanwhile has slipped quietly between the would be suitors, edging closer and closer to Azaylia as his dragon gets nearer to hers.

Someone's saying something in urgent tones, and the part of him that's still B'rant is telling the young bronzer to listen, at least. But the part of him that's Rhenth -- the part growing in power with each passing moment -- couldn't care less. Hraedhyth/Azaylia is all there is in the world, right now. A small and foggy cant of his head is offered in faint irritation at Z'ian, gray eyes barely 'seeing' him, but certainly not seeing the approaching I'zech at all. And then there's an elbow, and that elbow hurts some...and B'rant's no longer finding Azaylia quite as available. Instant denial equals anger equals instant thrown punch in the vicinity of that elbowing. All the jockeying and growling and such is simple and pure distraction, in Rhenth's mind, the youngest dragon in the 'pack' seperating himself from all the others both physically and mentally as he shadows Hraedhyth from above. As she rises, so does he, as she veers, again, he does the same. He too is flagging, but he can see that the gold is too, and such only makes Rhenth try /harder/ to close with her, the young bronzling starting to lose some height as his lust drives him closer to her. Down must meet up at some point, and when he get so close to Hraedhyth that he can almost taste her exotic spices, the Fortian's misformed tail and large claws flex to aim themselves at her, stretch at her own limbs and tail. I'm /here/!

Hraedhyth's change in course is adjusted to with a dipping of his scripted wings, Deveriteauxth's smaller stature giving him an agility advantage over those bigger dragons, even if it means he's flagging a little due to lower stamina. But where there's a will there's a way, and the scribe's far from finished writing his verse yet; the parchment-pale brown pulls upon his last reserves to make a desperate attempt to capture the glowing prize. R'co stays where he is, surrounded by all the tall people, hands dug firmly into his pockets now as he leaves them to their thing, while he focuses on willing his lifemate ''forward'' - maybe. That unhappy-looking pout is back upon his lips; perhaps it's just a look of concentration.

Dragon> There's a skipped beat of surprise, quickly followed by delight, and it has her smokey tendrils reaching for ''Tsanth''. Eggs, yes. Sands, yes. But first? First, Hraedhyth will make her choice. And it ''is'' hers to make. (To Tsanth from Hraedhyth)

Dragon> A choice yes, there are so many choices now for her. The young and inexperienced, the older yet still rash. Those that want her because they think they ''know'' better than her, their queen. And then there is Tsanth and he is waiting, waiting for her to allow him to take her. (To Hraedhyth from Tsanth)

''And things were going so well!'' Okay, not ''really''. But better than the last time! And the time before that! And all the times K'zin's memory can help Rasavyth remember. But it's the same problem. He's ''spent'' and he's not gotten anywhere near close. Lagged to the back of the pack of chasers after the rebound and now suddenly out of fuel, Rasavyth's bellow is one of earnest frustration. He won't win this battle, but maybe, just ''maybe'' he'll win the war, ''someday''. K'zin's eyes briefly find Azaylia tucked at I'zech's side, a slight sigh quietly slipping from him, before he's pushing a hand through his hair and moving to meet his lifemate on the ground.

It's probably not too much of a surprise that I'zech lets out a bark of a laugh when K'del starts fuming in his direction. So, in short? Fat chance. He's got Azaylia all slunk up against him, all damp and clingy in the wrap of his arms, and even though he's laughing at K'del, that sharp, insufferable smile he wears is for the goldrider. And Rojeth, well, this was the plan all along: to fuck with Cadejoth and get the upper hand, er, wing. Without being deterred by fluster, he darts after the queen, ready to finish off the scheme with a mighty victory. You know, if all these other bronzes weren't around and thinking basically the same thing. And if that enormous Fortian didn't aim a meat-fisted punch at his rider's side. The blow is enough to knock I'zech off balance, feet tripping sideways and his grip pulling Azaylia with him as he winces and fumbles. Which leaves Rojeth fumbling too, at just the wrong/right moment to see his golden prize slip beyond his grasp.

A squeak quickly turns into a squeal as Azaylia goes tumbling down with I'zech in a tangle of limbs and sopping wet clothing. It's a spark that ignites Hraedhyth's fury, a surge of energy that has her climbing higher still, barreling towards the bronze above her with purpose. She stretches, reaching for Tsanth just as her rider lifts her arms, squirming not unpleasantly against I'zech-- too bad she's trying to get ''away''. It's only when gold collides with the older bronze that Azaylia turns savage, kicking and biting if she has too in order to get to Z'ian.

K'del ... what? The look of shock on his expression is the kind that probably ought to be commemorated for all times. It doesn't last long, though: a few seconds, and then it's crumpled, and he's turning to all but run for the exit. But no, he doesn't cry. (He ''does'' disappear atop Cadejoth a few minutes later, though, so make of that what you will).

Ha-HA! She's /not/ yours! And so says B'rant's triumphant sneer/grin when he lands that punch somewhere on I'zech, which in turn drives Rojeth away from Hraedhyth/Azaylia. Too bad that Rhenth is diving just a little too slowly to beat Tsanth to the 'prize'. The Fortian bronze gives off a basso howl of frustration and loss, and immediately banks away from the Reachian pair, to slowly spiral to the ground, and thence to the chill lake. B'rant simply gasps -- his own consciousness within huge gray eyes, now -- and bolts for the hangings that lead to the outside of Azaylia's weyr. Once they've both got a few breaths to spare, it's Between and back to Fort, where at least one of them will get laid.../and/ yelled at later.

Man, a guys takes a punch for a girl and what does he get? Kicks and bites? As her squirm becomes rather nasty, I'zech's finger dig in a bit, as if he might just be able to keep her anyway, but a knee to the rib that B'rant just bruised is enough to roll him away, onto a knee so he struggle to his feet to glare at the huge wall of a boy who just screwed it all up. Nevermind how he himself screwed it all up for K'del. I guess maybe we shouldn't go throwing herdbeasts all willy nilly, should we. As Rojeth tears away from the other dragons, I'zech goes stumbling out toward the bowl with a hand on his side.

Foiled! Deveriteauxth lets out a sad croon of disappointment, before pulling away, tucking wings to his side and spiralling slowly down to the bowl below. R'co is quick to exit, too, hiding his long blonde hair beneath his flight helmet as he ducks out onto the ledge. He, too, doesn't linger long in the Weyr - it's up and up and ''up'' some more before the pair wink into between for places unknown.

Down and... caught. Tsanth is over Hraedhyth, twining up with her and guiding them now through the skies over the 'Reaches. And somewhere in there, the messages goes out to their weyr at large. Even now the bronze is beginning to extend his influence, his persuasion and weight to the others. And within Azaylia's weyr, Z'ian has been quietly approaching. And while there's a fervent look in his eyes, it doesn't stop him from pausing to actually help her up and out of the fallen bronzerider's grasp. He'll take it from here, thanks. And with a firm grip, he'll tug the damp clothed goldrider into his arms.

Shock is a good word for it. H'vier stares across Azaylia's weyr to where she's headed. It's ''that'' bastard. The one that kept him from winning the ''last'' flight. For a moment or so, it looks like H'vier kind of wants to go over and rip the other bronzerider a new, uh, something. But he somehow manages to turn himself toward the exit instead. He doesn't even hit the wall. His mom is probably proud!

Dragon> Along with her body, all of that once-feared ferocity slams into Tsanth, hungry and hunting and-- ''oh''. Tangled as they are, that intensity is used for pleasure rather than pain as they fly over ''their'' Weyr. For the first few moments, Hraedhyth will set the place ablaze with her savage claim, heat stifling and smoke choking until her hold suddenly relaxes. She is Matriarch, and she has chosen her mate. (To Tsanth from Hraedhyth)

Once Azaylia is free from I'zech's painful grip, those arms continue to reach for Z'ian until he helps her up. There's a moment of tense calm as she simply ''stares'' at him, and then she's crushed against him in a full-bodied embrace. She might even undo his good deed, enough force used to bring them back down to the floor, where ''most'' of their clothes will be joining them.

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| who = N'ky, Norrick
| where = A tavern in Northpost Holding, Breezy Stargazer's Weyr
| what = N'ky gets a letter from an old friend, and offers him a hand.
| when = It is a spring night, 19:08 of day 16, month 5, turn 32 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.07.29
| quote = "Don't right think too often about up and leaving it all behind."
| weather = Rainy.
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| mentions = Giorda, Azaylia, April, J'madri, Alida
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| icons = n'ky laugh.jpg, norrick.jpg
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'''A tavern in Northpost Holding'''

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The letter was a surprise to N’ky, who hadn’t been expecting any correspondence from home – from ''Far Reach''. And that it should come from Norrick, someone he’d barely spoken to since leaving the holding nearly two turns back, was even ''more'' of a shock, especially once he’d read the contents and fully understood what it all meant. Given that he couldn’t take the reply back himself, he arranged to have it delivered from the nearest hold, couriered by a runner so as not to risk his father’s anger. His note gave Norrick a time and place for them to meet – evening on day 20 of month five, at the tavern in Northpost Holding. He arrived a little early, trudging through the spring mud and rain from where he left Cailluneth on the outskirt of the holding. By the time he got into the bar his leathers were soaked, but, even wet through, it would be hard for Norrick to miss the greenrider’s distinctive height and wayward curls as N’ky cut through the meagre crowd towards the bar, to order a drink.

After all, Norrick certainly didn’t forget what the other man looked like. It might have been two turns or so, but it was hard to totally forget someone he grew up around. Norrick was certainly no better by the time he got inside, hair and clothes dripping from the rain. His fingers pushed into his hair though, threading out some of the water before flicking it to the floor. At least his jacket offered some protection, but he still smelled distinctly of wet leather and livestock. He made is way across to the bar though, slapping one hand against N’ky’s back in a friendly gesture before ordering for himself. “You know, I don’t care what anyone else says. That look suits you. But you know, next time we come up with some secret meeting times, let’s do it when the weather isn’t shit. I’m pretty sure I smell like a wet cat. ..Or maybe it’s the whole place that does.. Lots..and lots of wet cats.”

The slap to his back made N'ky jump, but turning around to see Norrick quickly made a smile curve upon his lips, his dimples showing deeply as he returned the slap with a shoulder-thump. "The drowned rat rider look?" A hand reaches up to run through his curls, still crushed by the closeness of his recently-removed helmet, and he nudges a drink along the bar to his childhood buddy. "Klah. Spiked." Something ''hot'' to warm him up. "I'm not sure you smell like cat, but..." The greenrider leans in, taking a delicate whiff from the man's clothing, before wrinkling his nose and snorting out a laugh. "You sure stink of ''something'', 'Rick." Grinning, he holds his mug up to clink it off the other man's, then takes a sip before settling it back down again. "So... you want to come to the Weyr? Had enough of, um... Far Reach?"

Norrick barks out a laugh as he reaches for his mug, one finger lifting towards N'ky. "Correction: I smell of ''life''. Hard work and... well. S'what my dad would call it anyway. Mother just shoos us all to a good scrubbing down all the same." The clink of mugs gets a nod though from the young man, and he inclines his head toward the rider. There's a slow smile though, and a faint noise that whistles past his lips. "Well the Weyrs work wonders in themselves, don't they? Not a word stuck to that tongue of yours." He makes himself comfortable then, leaning one arm against the bar to face N'ky, while sipping his drink. "Had enough? Think I probably had that around eleven. But..you know. Don't right think too often about up and leaving it all behind. Think I'm starting to choke on it though, myself. Damn set in their ways, they are. Even getting older, they don't give anyone else a say in what's done."

"Life in Far Reach means you smell of ovine shit," N'ky snorts, sipping from his mug as he listens to the comment on his missing stutter. "I, um... yeah. Right after I Impressed, they, um... the Weyrlingmaster sent me for lessons. It's not ''gone'', but it's not all the time now, either." He shrugs his shoulders a little, smirking. "I guess I've had about a turn's worth of lessons now? But it comes back, when I least ''want'' it to." Another shrug, this time dismissive; he doesn't think there's anything that can be done about it. "I know what you mean, 'Rick," about Far Reach, that is. "Were you... were you ''there'', the day I came home? When I brought Cailluneth home, and... and my dad said what he did? I didn't really s-see anyone much past him and my mum, so..." And that's why he's not been back, and why he insisted on meeting ''outside'' of Far Reach, well beyond his father's land. "You'll like it at the Weyr, I think. I like it. It's home."

"Ouch, already demoted to smelling like ovine shit?" Norrick laughs into his mug, giving N'ky's shoulder a friendly pat. "Oh I was around, to be sure. Not right there, mind you. But that ruckus? I was chasing ovines around for hours. Not that I blame you for it, to be sure. We all know the man has his...ways. Few of 'em are pleasant. Home eh?" The term earns an affectionate smile from him. "I'm glad ya found that."

A gentle frown creases N'ky's brow at the mention of the trouble he caused for his friend, and he gives the fellow Far Reachian an apologetic look. "Cailluneth is, um... a bit hard to control, sometimes. She has a bit of a temper, a-and it... it can cause trouble." Like with the ovines back at their home. "I'll introduce you to her in a bit, before we go. She's very sweet when she's not... um..." His cheeks flush bright red, the colour spreading as far back as his ears. N'ky rubs awkwardly at the base of his skull, cringing a little. "She's being sweet ''now'', anyway, that's what matters." After a sip from his drink, he squints curiously at Norrick - "You've been on a dragon before, haven't you?"

"Well that sounds about right." Norrick laughs softly, nodding. "Still, she's protective of you, yeah? That's a good thing. Even if it's a bit difficult." He lifts a brow at the blushing though, and a smirk draws up his lips. "Oh I bet she is..heh.. Been on a dragon? Naw. Ridden some mighty big runners, but never saddled somethin that large before."

"''Too'' protective sometimes," N'ky admits with a frown. "You've no idea what it's like, Norrick - ''no idea''. I'd give my life for her, and then do the same again." There's a lot of love, for sure, and the greenrider curls his fingers tighter around his mug before raising it to his lips. "Oh! Oh, she's not like a runner. Not at ''all''. Hah! Drink up, and I'll take you to meet her? And... where are your things?" He looks behind the man, as if expecting to see... more than he does. "Going between can be a bit scary the first time, but we'll be ok. You'll be in good hands. Wings. With ''us'', anyway."

"Left them on the runner. Don't worry though. I've got someone who'll take him back to the hold for me." Norrick downed the rest of his klah then, sighing at the heat produced by it. "I'm aware she ain't a runner. Hah! Couldn't make that mistake." He stands though, offering N'ky's curls a quick ruffle. "I'm not worried at all about the trip. Just hope I don't get airsick."

The curl-ruffling causes N'ky to blush, and he grins as he ducks down a little to allow it. Clearly, something he likes, because that grin grows to flash his gappy front teeth. The greenrider straightens up when his friend's withdrawn his hand, then drains his klah mug to set it down on the bar, pushing it towards the 'tender. "Shall we go, then? We'll, um, be there in no time, once we've got your things strapped into her straps. Um... I can probably introduce you to Giorda tonight - she's the headwoman. Or maybe Azaylia? Zay might be better... she's an ex-Beastcrafter, you know. And she's Acting Weyrwoman, so..." So she has clout. She can hopefully give Norrick the ok to stay.

Norrick clasps N'ky's shoulder solemly. "I apologize ahead of time if I end up puking in your hair." He winks then and sets off across the bar, laughing. "That's the life, isn't it? Hopping the map in the blink of an eye.. Heh! So long as they don't mind the interruption and I don't have to sleep in the rain, I'll meet whoever you like."

"You won't puke." Though N'ky doesn't necessarily sound ''certain'' about that. "Sleep in the ''rain''? Eurgh. I-if you can't stay in the dorms, I, um, have a couch in my weyr? Thought it's k-kinda ''small''. Really small, really, but, um... we'll work something out." Falling in beside Norrick, he shortens his stride to match the other man's, though he still manages to get to the door first to hold it open. On the way towards it he's been busy donning his riding gear again, helmet, gloves and jacket protecting him against the rain. "See over there?" He points to just down the road, where Cailluneth's shadowy form is just visible in the limited light. "That's Cailluneth. Where are your bags and things? I'll help you carry them."

"Now I'm not about to impose on ya. Not when you're already doing a lot. 'Sides, I'd probably roll right off onto the floor and complain about it until you let me bunk with you. You remember that when we were little? Whole lot of us all piled together. " Norrick scratches at the side of his jaw though as he moves outside and to his tied runner - thankfully out of the rain. "Though I got more than one foot in my face during those times." He peers off into the gloom then, hefting the smallish packs from the runner. "I've got this. You just lead on."

N'ky stops dead at the suggestion of ''bunking together''. He blinks, bites nervously on his bottom lip and tries to run fingers through hair that's tucked in under his helmet, ending in an awkward rub against leather instead. "Um, m-maybe... maybe not bunking in with me, but... b-but I'm sure we can, er, th-there'll be ''something''... we can work out ''something''." And ''there's'' that nervous stutter of his, which he tries to cover with a forced little laugh. "Um... Cailluneth's... ''here''." Just in case pointing out the big, silvery-green dragon wasn't enough of a giveaway the first time. He trots off through the rain towards her, and she so very helpfully extends a wing to shelter them from the rain. "Norrick, this is Cailluneth. Cailluneth..." He looks up at the burly green, who shows just the faintest interest in her rider's friend. "She says hello."

Norrick is more than happy to move out of the rain again. He tips his free hand up to his brow, even though he has no hat on. He nods though,grinning to himself just a bit. "Ma'am. Since you're the one doing the lifting, I'll go ahead and thank ya for the ride. A right pleasure." He shoulders one bag then, tilting his head to tue slightly stuttering N'ky. He doesn't bring it up though, shaking his head with a grin. "I'm all for getting on out of the rain if you two are."

Cailluneth looks down at Norrick when he calls her ''ma'am'', her big eyes whirling blue-green as she snorts a hot breath over him. That's all he'll get from her though, as she turns her attention to N'ky as he starts strapping his friend's things in for the journey. "She says you're welcome, though she's not sure of the 'ma'am' bit. No-one's called her that before." With the bags all in place, it's time for them to mount up, and N'ky looks from Norrick to the straps leading up his lifemate's side. "Need a hand getting up, or reckon you can follow my lead?"

Norrick laughs, nodding. "Force of habit. Got enough cracks of a switch on my hands in my day for not being as polite as I could." He takes a look up along the side of the dragon then though, before lifting a cocky brow at N'ky. "Oh I reckon I can manage. Show me how it's done then, dragonrider."

"Journeywoman Cliona was pretty harsh, wasn't she?" That would be the old Harper who taught them as tots. N'ky smirks at the memory, then leads by example by shimmying up Cailluneth's side. He goes slow enough to allow Norrick to see how he does it, then offers a hand down to help the other up and into the straps once he's managed to get that far. The greenrider turns around to make sure he's buckling himself in securely, then tends to himself. "She's, um, a little rough on take-off, but you can hold on to the straps, or to my waist, i-if you want. We'll go up, and I'll let you know when we're going between with this signal," he demonstrates, "so you know to hold your breath. Just remember we're here and it'll be over in a couple of heartbeats, ok?"

Norrick takes that hand, hoisting himself up with a tug. He settles in behind N’ky then, allowing for the help with buckling in. He laughs lowly though, reaching both arms around to hang onto the greenrider. “Heh,” he breathes against N’ky’s ear playfully, giving his friend a brief squeeze. “You make a pretty good anchor.” He relents however, sliding his hands back to get a grip on the rider’s belt instead, giving a nod. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be, I’m guessin’. Holding my breath...well I can do that. Easy enough.”

If only Norrick knew the conflict going through N'ky's head that ignites afresh with that playful breath! The greenrider stiffens up, clears his throat awkwardly, and tries to ignore it all, looking over his shoulder to nod reassuringly. "I'm... yeah. I-I'm buckled in pretty tight," he says weakly, trying to divert the meaning ''he'' got from the squeeze to something more... innocent. The hands sliding ''down'' to his belt are certainly a relief, and as soon as Norrick finishes speaking Cailluneth launches upwards. It's rough; she's a big girl, and there's a lot of weight to get off the ground. Up she goes until she's at a safe height to go between; N'ky gives his friend the signal, and a half a heartbeat later they're in the void between places.When they emerge, it's into a crisp, cold 'Reaches night, where the rain is still pouring down above them. Cailluneth begins a lazy spiral downwards, giving the newcomer a proper view of what may be his home to be. It's pointless for N'ky to try to speak, as the wind will only whip words away.

And maybe teasing N’ky a bit is something fun to do. Norrick looks relatively amused by it, at least. But he doesn’t have much time to dwell on that. His grip tightens as they go airborn, leaning back with the force of it. And then they’re in the darkness. At least he doesn’t have much time to dwell on the lurch of his stomach. From one rain-drenched sky to another, the view of the Weyr is somewhat obscured by the water and the dark. Breaths whip away from him though, and he leans away from N’ky just slightly to get a better view. But he doesn’t remain that way, pressing right up against the greenrider’s back again to hold on.

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'''Breezy Stargazer's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr'''

''The inner weyr itself is oddly-shaped, curving around the outside wall of the dragon's couch. This does offer some protection at either end from the constant draft that, especially during bad weather conditions, can whip through with enough force to scatter any unsecured paperwork.''

''Just inside of the entrance from the couch, in the middle of the runnershoe shape that the weyr takes and carved from the curved wall, there are a few shelves and alcoves for books, knick-knacks and the like, with a beaten up desk positioned in front of them featuring plenty of pebble paperweights.''

''Around the bend to the left is the bedroom, where there is a bed is made on a raised stone platform, with nothing but the basics provided for storing clothes and a screen to separate a tiny area for grooming and other necessities from the main chamber. A small, glass-paned window cut into the wall provides a little natural light.''

''At the other end of the curve is a living room, with a small fireplace and a single old loveseat, draped with a throw to make it more presentable. Beside the fireplace are basic cooking implements and a huge pot of klah powder. On the floor between the fireplace and the loveseat is a sheepskin rug made from several chocolate-brown and black hides patched together, which is soft and luxurious - a sharp contrast to the rest of the weyr. A little klah table sits in front of the sofa.''

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N'ky smirks to himself at Norrick's reaction; though, of course, he's pleased that there's no throwing up so far. Rather than going straight to the ground, Cailluneth pulls up at a ledge near the very rim of the Weyr; it's certainly high up, tucked away in a niche of sorts, where the wind drives the rain downward in stinging sheets. N'ky begins unbuckling himself while Cai waits on the ledge, turning to give Norrick a hand if he needs it. "Welcome to ''my'' home," he says with a grin, before dismounting and, again, offering help if it's wanted. There's no proper unpacking of things from his lifemate's straps as the green dragon leads the way into her couch, then N'ky leads on into the runnershoe-shaped weyr beyond, turning to the right to go along that curved prong to where there's a small living room area with a little fire blazing in the hearth. "That's the sofa." He points to it. It's tiny - a battered little loveseat. The only furniture in the room, really, since there's no room for much else.

Norrick does seem a little surprised at the landing, but manages to climb his way down. It’s certainly not as graceful as the ascent, but he manages just fine. He’s willing enough to follow though, stretching his arms out above his head lazily. “Your dry home!” Because dry, at the moment, is the best part. He peels his wet jacket off during the walk though, looking about as they head into the living area. Brows lift slowly at the sofa though, a grin spreading out across his lips. “You weren’t kidding. I think my feet would hang over and touch the floor if I tried to lay on that thing!” Alas, the sofa wouldn’t be a sleeping option. He scrubs his fingers through his damp hair, giving his scalp a rough scrub. “It’s nice though. Cozy, I think is the right word.”

"My legs ''do'' hang over when I lie on it." N'ky's tried, but then again, given his height and the length of the sofa, it's not hard to see that he wouldn't fit properly on it. The rider mooches over to the fireplace, crouching down to stoke it up before sitting on the thick sheepskin rug that covers the floor in front of it. "Um... sit for a while and get dry? It might be too late to go down and ask now, but, um... I've got whisky and klah, and, um... some food, if you want? Just a little, though. Mostly mutton, since... well, stores downstairs," in the weyr proper, he means, "are kinda empty still."

Norrick drapes his jacket over the back of the sofa, wandering around to the rug. He drops down though easily enough, heavily sitting before the fire with a bit of a sigh. “Whisky and klah? Heh! Sounds like one would be good in the other, really. But I don’t wanna go eating ya out of house and home or anything. I’m fine.” He works his boots off though, setting them to the side to dry without getting direct heat. A hand roams over the sheepskin though, feeling over it with his fingers. “If it’s too late I could always bed down right here.”

N'ky leans over to the little stand beside the fireplace, where there's a large pot of klah powder, a big jug of water, and, in the tiny cubby cupboard, a bottle of cheap whisky. Two mugs hang on the side of the stand from hooks; they're plucked off and he sets about heating the water to pour into them, while adding a splash of whisky to drink in the meantime. One is pushed toward Norrick while they wait. "It's a nice rug, isn't it? I, um, made it myself. There's wild ovines in Southern, and... ''Norrick''. You could ''help'' me." His eyes go wide in realisation and excitement, and he smiles crookedly at his buddy. "We can split the marks - do you want to make some extra marks? You and I could do it ''properly'' together!" ... he just fails to explain ''what'' it is they can do.

And when N’ky moves for that stand, Norrick takes over the space. He flops out on the rug, holding one hand up to take the offered mug with a grin. “Did you? Well that makes sense. A good job, to be sure.” His free hand roams over the sheepskin, feeling over it while the greenrider talks of business and marks. Brows raise slowly. “I don’t even officially have a job here, N’ky. Not that I’d be opposed, of course. Everyone could use a bit of extra marks, and I do know ovines.. What are we doing...properly?”

There's space enough for Norrick to flop, and a little extra room for N'ky to drop down beside him, snuggled into the thick pile of the sheepskin. "You don't need to have a job to help me out," he explains, looking up at the ceiling with his hands resting on his belly, fingers laced. "But it's a secret, ok? Only one person knows about it, and that's because I'd trust her with ''anything'' - but even she doesn't know yet that I've found an island already." Suddenly excited, he props himself up on one elbow, rolling to his side to look at Norrick. "I'm going to raise ovines, 'Rick. There's ''flocks'' of them wild down in Southern. I've been hunting them, skinning them, that stuff, but I want to do what Far Reach does, just on a smaller scale. So I've been looking for an island that I can put them on to graze and live happily enough on their own, so all I have to do is turn up, shear them, do a little bit of care stuff now and then, and... and I'll have a little business going on. Extra marks are ''good''." He sips from his whisky, thinking for a moment. "I've got a buyer for hides. I'll tap into Far Reach's wool buyers, see if I can get them to take mine, too. And I figure I -- ''we'' -- could maybe even add caprines, maybe even ''woollies'', too, to diversify the takings a little... and all it should take is a trip or two to Southern every seven to check on it all. What do you think?"

“Quite a bit to take in.” Norrick does at least look like he’s considering it, closing his eyes while he rolls the idea around. “Can’t deny it’s a pretty good idea at least.” He grins faintly at that, lips slowly curving upward. He looks at N’ky again though, propping himself up on an elbow. “So long as they’re looked in on proper, and nothin’s there to eat them, that should work.” A hand comes up though, giving a light pat to the excited greenrider’s cheek. “And you’ll show up your father right and good in the end, I think. Alright, you’ve got a deal.”

"I thought it was," a good idea, that is. N'ky's grinning at the positive reception, and he's all too keen to start talking about it again when Norrick knocks him for six when that pat on his cheek. The teen's brown eyes go wide for a few seconds, until he blinks them quickly and ''oh look'', the water's boiling! Up he sits, clearing his throat awkwardly as he turns around to check on that barely-boiling pot, before reaching back around to nab his friend's mug as well as his own. While fixing up the klah with a good shot of whisky in each cup, he clears his throat again - it doesn't ''quite'' stop his voice from being a little squeaky with embarrassment once he starts talking again, but that squeak works its way out quick enough. "I, er, yeah. There sh-shouldn't be any, um, predators... I checked. A-and it's an island, so there'll be no way for them to c-come or go, and... yeah. Showing up dad." With two spiked drinks in hand, he turns back to hand one to Norrick, holding his own up to clunk off the other's in cheers. "To, um, raising ovines a-and selling... wool and stuff? Oh! And to coming to the Weyr. New... new beginnings."

"New beginnings. Heh. Gonna have to think of something different for a toast come year's end." Norrick grins, knocking his mug lightly against N'ky's all the same. "But it suits." He takes a sip of the spiked klah then, nodding at the faint bite of whiskey. "And that's all good. I believe ya, you wouldn't go leaving them out there to get eaten or some such thing."

"''Anything'' could happen, come turn's end... there's a ''long'' time to go before then, 'Rick." N'ky raises his mug to his lips, sipping to seal the cheers. Then he leans back down onto one elbow, lying along his side and getting comfortable. "So. It's been two turns, thereabouts, since I came here to be with Ansly," his uncle, the Smith - now back in Far Reach after being posted briefly to the Weyr. "What've you been doing all this time? Any... um... anything interesting?" He pauses, taking another hefty gulp from his klah. "Did your parents try to h-hook you up with anyone?" Because aren't they of that marriable age now?

Norrick smirks faintly, but gives a slow nod. "Oh you're right about that. ''Anything.''" After another sip from the mug though, he settles back down on the sheepskin, resting the mug on his chest. He laughs, head tilting to look at the greenrider. "What have I been doing? Does anything ever change around Far Reach? Mostly been tending to the runners. The younger ones take the smaller things and all. As for my folks...well. They'd like it if I listened more. But I ain't been too interested. There's always folks to keep...occupied with around the hold."

N'ky returns that smirk; no, nothing ever ''does'' change in his home holding, which he agrees to with a shake of his head. "I miss the work sometimes... a-and the runners. Is Fragarah still there?" That would be, of course, the mare he used to ride. "Sometimes I get down in the stables here to do some shoeing, or I can help out the Herders a bit with some hoofwork if it needs doing... it feels ''good'' to work with my hands a bit. Drills with the wing and sweeps and stuff can be ''boring'', but... I guess that's just my job now, right?" What with being a dragonrider and all. "None of the girls at the hold appealed to you? I always thought that, um... what was her name? Um... C... Cleo? She was a couple of turns older than us, I guess, more my brothers' age... I thought she was kinda hot. I liked her freckles." He blushes, hiding half of his face behind his mug. "I've been kinda seeing a girl who looks like her. She's from my clutch."

Norrick nods faintly, offering another smile for his friend. "Well if I'm able to get work down there you're welcome to come by and help out. I sure am not gonna complain." He sits up a bit to take another swig from his mug, then laughs, turning a bit to face N'ky. "Oh she's hot. Definitely. Married herself to Jakin, though I get under her skirts occasionally. What he doesn't know won't hurt me." He offers the greenrider a wicked look at that, then shrugs. "Spend some time rolling around with Sabastian, too. But marriage? Nah. Not yet anyway."

If N'ky's eyes went wide at the thought of Norrick sneaking it not only to ''Cleo'', but to a ''married'' Cleo, they go even ''wider'' at the mention of ''Sabastian'', too. He chokes a little, thumping a fist off his chest and clearing his throat, yet again. "S-Sabastian? The... the one who... he worked the stables? ''He''?" Blinkblink. The rosy blush on N'ky's cheeks now is for much more than just the booze in his drink and the warmth of the fire; this redness spreads all the way up to his ears, where they're just visible poking out between his curls. "I... I d-didn't know that s-sorta stuff ''happened'' at Far Reach..." He shakes his head in disbelief, pushing himself to sit up a little straighter.

Norrick lifts a brow faintly, watching N'ky...struggle. "Oh it happens. Carefully, anyway. Gettin caught probably wouldn't be all that fun." Nope, the man isn't embarassed at all. He tilts his head though, giving the greenrider a light tap with the side of his mug. "You alright with that?"

"M-my dad would ''flay'' me, i-if... if he... it's bad enough I'm n-not a ''bronze''rider but... Cailluneth's ''green'', and... a-and..." The fragmented protest (of sorts) makes perfect sense in N'ky's head, if not when it's blurted out in such an unlinked fashion. He swallows hard, looking at Norrick with a conflicted expression. "He ''hates'' riders. He ''hates'' men who... who d-do ''that''. I'm a ''greenrider''. When she... wh-when Cailluneth... when she's ''proddy'', I h-have no control and..." He winces, sitting up properly now, legs curled under him - but only briefly, as he soon shifts to sit cross-legged. "She went up f-for the first time just under a seven ago. I'd... I'd hoped April's Darcielth would catch, but... h-he didn't. It was a bronze." Setting his mug down, the greenrider rests his elbows on his knees and drops his face into his hands, groaning. "I'm n-not gay. I'm r-really ''not'', 'Rick, b-but it's ''hard'' when..." His voice trails off, thought forgotten.

"No offense meant, N'ky, but your dad's an ass." Norrick snorts that out first, rather matter of fact. "He ain't the end all and be all. And in case you hadn't noticed by now, he's wrong about a lot." He shakes his head a bit though, shifting over to offer at least a comforting hand on the greenrider's shoulder. "That's gotta be hard. I don't know how riders handle things like that but you gotta know it don't make you any less a man for it. Hell, am I? Naw. Don't think so." He bumps his own shoulder against N'ky lightly at that. "Nobody's saying they expect you to run around hopping in guys beds do they?"

It's somewhat of a comfort to hear Norrick say those things - or at least to hear that he's not being ''condemned'' for them, as he had expected anyone from his home might do. Brown eyes peep out from between his long, calloused fingers, and N'ky's even got a bit of a smirk visible, just beyond the edges of his palms. "It... was ''hard'' to handle. I... I'd accepted it would happen and I'd... um... well, it's not ''just'' April that I've been seeing from my clutch. N-not that I'm ''seeing'' J'madri, but... we're both greenriders. He has... experience. I wanted to... ''find out'' before I had a flight, and... well. It's ok. I don't like the... not knowing, not being able to choose part, but... it's like ''nothing'' I've ever known, 'Rick. It..." His hands lower a little, so they're just covering his mouth as he shakes his head. "It's ''intense''."

"Well now you're just making me envy you." Norrick gives a playful look, grinning at the other man. "If anything I've heard about flights is true though it's probably good you got that experience in, yeah? Sounds like one crazy ride but if it's not terrible...is there any reason to worry too much?" He finishes off what's left in his mug then, lightly wagging it at the rider. "Anyone gives you any problem, you just come to me." And he'll smile them to death.

Fingers stay over his mouth as N'ky talks. "It was intense," he repeats, the smile fading a little. "It ''hurt''. I couldn't do anything about it... he was--" His gaze drops, and the greenrider shrugs. "It was good. While it lasted, while... while Cailluneth was still ''here''," he taps the side of his head, "but after..." A pause, during which he frowns and shakes his head. "It ''hurt''. I hurt a ''lot'', a-and I don't want to do that again. I had no ''control'', 'Rick, and... it wasn't what I'd ''hoped'' it would be."

Norrick winces faintly at that description, shaking his head. "Damn. Shouldn't be that way. You know? And I'm sorry it was. I don't know a whole lot about how riding works..I can't really help there I suppose." He gives N'ky's shoulder a squeeze though, before offering his hair another ruffle. "Maybe at least now it'll be easier to plan for? If it works like that..."

"It wasn't just the flight - the flight was... um... i-it was kind of a relief to have it ''over'' with. For nearly a seven before, she'd been - Cailluneth, I mean - she was so ''difficult''... I can't even ''start'' to describe it to you, 'Rick, it's just.... it's ''hard''. I hadn't expected it to be ''easy'', but... one of my clutchmates had her green go up before, and she looked like she had it so ''easy''." N'ky is as jealous as he is frustrated by that fact, which means he frowns a little as his hair's ruffled... even if he likes it. His curls have always been his weak point! "I'll know how she'll behave next time, but there's no way to know ''who'' might catch..." He runs his own fingers through his hair now, shrugging his shoulders. "There's someone whose dragon I ''want'' to catch, but he wasn't even interested when Cailluneth was all ''over'' him, and... and I'd hoped he would be. I'd ''really'' hoped he would be, because I ''really'' like ''her''."

Norrick sighs faintly, but shakes his head. "I guess that's one of them things they don't advertise when they pick ya up for search, eh?" There isn't much the man can really do about dragonrider problems. "Don't they have people who've been through all this to help ya out?"

N'ky shrugs. "It's nothing anyone can know before it happens, I guess? Every dragon is different. Every flight is supposedly different. Every rider is different... too many things are different for anyone to be able to tell you how it's going to be for ''you'', when they can only tell you what it is for ''them''." This requires more drinking, and N'ky holds out the whisky bottle to top up Norrick's drink before doing his own, with an added splash of klah for them both, too. "Cailluneth's not like any other green in our clutch. She's more like... more like Hraedhyth, her dam. Or maybe a little like Ilicaeth, one of the blues in my clutch. But even then, I don't know for ''sure'' if they're similar, because I can't see what those other dragons are like. No-one knows, other than... well, no-one can know."

"True enough, true enough. Still, since it just happened it's not something you'll have to worry over for a little while, is it?" What does Norrick know of these things? Very little. "Think on the ovines, and your plan there. Forget the other stuff, yeah?" Norrick gives the greenrider's shoulder a shake then, before accepting the spiked klah once more. "But if whenever you wanna talk about that sort of thing, you feel free."

"At least a couple of months. Hopefully longer. I won't know how long between flights until... well, until she goes up again." N'ky winces at the thought, but quickly wipes the expression away to smile at his friend. "It's not as bad as I'm making it, 'Rick. I'm ''one'' rider from a clutch of 24 in a Weyr of hundreds; everyone else has it different to me. Alida and Ilicaeth seem to have it really good, and April and Darcielth, too... J'madri gets on well with his Velzeth... everyone's unique." He shrugs, trying to put on a more chipper outlook. "And yeah, there's the ovines to think about! I'll take you down there as soon as I've got another day off."

Norrick moves, sliding the mug away from himself on the floor. Out of the way. He sprawls back out again then, folding both arms behind his head as he listens. “Sounds like a whole complicated mess. Simple life for me, I think..” He watches N’ky though, shrugging. “But it’s as bad to you as you’re making it, right? Heh, sure though. I’ll be glad to go whenever you’re ready, but there’s no real rush. Unless they’re needing some care and all. Get some rest, eh? I can sleep here just fine.”

N'ky chugs down what's left in his whisky-and-klah, rubbing the back of his hand over his mouth to catch stray drips. He's a little hazy-looking, with the booze kicking in already, and he gives his friend a watery sort of smile. "Not as bad as I'm making it, right," he both repeats and confirms, nodding his head. The pushing away of the mug seems to be a sign that Norrick's ready to sleep, and N'ky nods at the abandoned vessel, as if accepting such to be true. "I have a spare blanket, a-and a pillow you can borrow. It's actually warmer on this side than in my bedroom, because you have the fire..." Which he stokes with a poker, idly, before popping a guard up in front of it. "Want to see the rest of the weyr, before turning in?"

Norrick considers that, lips curving into a slow smile. “Comfortable as this is, a tour does sound pretty interesting before I lose the opportunity.” He pushes himself upright again, fingers scratching through his hair that’s finally drying out. He climbs to his feet then, offering a hand up to N’ky. “You could always camp out here if it’s chilly where you normally sleep. I won’t mind.”

"There's not much more to see," N'ky admits with a smirk and a shrug of his shoulders. He gets to his feet after Norrick, a touch unsteadily even with that helping hand; he's not used to drinking, and what he's had goes to his head quickly. "I like my bed, even if it's a little... short, sometimes." Since he's so tall! The greenrider cants his head to indicate 'Rick should follow him, and he leads him around the little loveseat and back around the runnershoe-curved weyr; it runs around the outside of Cailluneth's couch, and is never ''quite'' free of an ever-present draught. "This is my desk," he points out the obvious as the walk past it, with it's map- and book-stuffed alcoves, and paperweights holding down his papers. Fingers drum on its battered wooden surface, though he doesn't pause. Further around the curve, at the end of the second prong, his bedroom is revealed. It's spartan, with nothing more than a bed carved from the rock, a clothespress, a plain wooden chest, and a screen hiding what the greenrider points out to be the toilet-cum-mini washroom. "And, um, that's it." He goes to the wooden chest, bending down to rummage through seemingly random fabric to find the blanket he's looking for.

Norrick takes it all in stride, looking at the different things rather obediently. There’s a nod of his head every so often, and even he trails his hand lightly on the desk as it’s passed. The bedroom is given a bit of an eyeing though, lips curved in amusement at the length of the bed. “Poor thing. Could always find somethin’ to stick on the end, give it a bit extra footroom?” Maybe? The man stakes his head though, slightly, watching N’ky as he begins to rummage with a faint twitch of his lips. He does move though, setting a hand on the greenrider’s back to lean in close. “Find it yet?”

Extra footroom? N'ky pulls a face at that thought, shrugging. "Maybe." He's pretty sure it can't be done - perhaps he's already tried and failed. The greenrider freezes when Norrick's hand settles on his back, and when the other teen's ''there'', so close - it's almost as if he's forgotten what he's doing, what he's looking for. "'R-Rick, you're, um, y-you're very ''close''," he stammers, turning his head to look at his friend - and quickly looking away when he realises how much ''closer'' that puts them. He clears his throat, laughs nervously, and leans a little more towards the chest to find the blanket he's searching for. And voila! It appears, and he pulls it out with a triumphant look upon his slightly drunk face. "One blanket," he says proudly, holding it up to present it to Norrick. "And you need a, um, pillow, from, um..." He waves vaguely to the top end of his bed, before turning his gaze back to look down at the shorter man, a crooked smile twitching up one corner of his mouth.

Norrick chuckles lightly, but takes hold of the blanket. Hands pull the length of it between them then, before he reaches to drape it around N'ky and over the greenrider's head with a smirk. "Need a pillow for a number of things, I'd think." He wanders away then and along the side of the bed, dropping down to rest on it. "Might not be long enough but at least it's comfy, right?"

N'ky fumbles with the blanket until he's able to peep out from under one edge, holding it up with a silly, sappy smile, no doubt fuelled by the booze he's drunk. A bit more fumbling with the blanket has it wrapped around his shoulders, and he goes to drop down on the edge of the bed beside Norrick, bouncing on the fleece-filled mattress where it sits in the stone-carved wallow. "I like it," he says, dropping backward so he's lying, with his feet still over the edge and on the floor. "But I sleep with Cailluneth sometimes. She's comfortable, too." He reaches out to nab a pillow; it takes a couple of attempts before he's able to pull it over and thump it against Norrick's side. "You can have ''this'' one."

Norrick gives a small bark of laughter when the pillow hits him, reaching for it to bring up over his chest. He squeezes then, testing it. "Hm...seems pretty good. What about the rest?" The other pillows are given a suspicious look then, before he shifts to the side a bit to lean over N'ky. "What's special about ''this'' pillow?"

There's ''leaning'', and N'ky doesn't move away. He blinks up at Norrick, silent for a moment, before he reaches over to grab a second pillow to hug to his chest. "This is mine," he states possessively, mock-baring his teeth and growling. "That one's... the special one because it's, um... just ''special''. Because I gave it to you." He laughs and shrugs, raising his pillow to thump it off Norrick's head. "It's a good one." Another thump! "Because it's ''mine''."

Assaulted with pillows, Norrick just laughs, lifting his hand to help ward off the thumping. "Special 'cause it's yours, eh? I can believe that." He pauses though, considering N'ky for a moment or two before he leans again. Further. He grins a little though, brushing his lips barely against the greenrider's. "What if I wanna share it?"

Brushing lips! N'ky's eyes flutter closed so briefly as it happens and his breath catches in his throat, and then... he starts to sit up and push his pillow against Norrick's chest, pushing him away. As he does it he shakes his head, biting down on his lip and looking as if he's done something to get into trouble. "'Rick..." It's part plead, part uncertainty, as he holds the pillow up between them, pressed against the other man's chest as a barrier. A soft, squidgy barrier, but a barrier nonetheless. "It's a good pillow," he murmurs, biting hard into his bottom lip and dropping his gaze to where it's stuffed between them.

Norrick smiles lightly at being pushed, briefly looking at the pillow barrier. He shakes his head, plucking up his own assigned pillow to tuck under his arm. His free hand moves to N'ky's jaw though, pushing his head up lightly. "You know where I am if you wanna share." He stands then, collecting the abandoned blanket and tossing it over his shoulder. Then he's gone, heading back through the weyr to the sheepskin and fire.

N'ky's head is easily pushed up, an attempted smile curving the corners of his mouth up even though he still bites down on his lip. Norrick's comment gets a nod of his head - he sure does know where the other man will be sleeping, because where else is he going to go? The greenrider watches as he leaves around the bend of the weyr, waiting until he's just out of sight before calling out a soft, "G'night, 'Rick." Then he stands up, strips down to his underthings, and curls up under his covers - booze makes him fall asleep quickly, so it's not long before he's snoring softly. Not unlike Cailluneth, where she sleeps in her couch.

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N'ky

2013-07-31T03:47:31Z

Nicky: /* N'ky's Relationships */

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|birthplace=Far Reach Holding, High Reaches
|mother=Carea
|father=Lenwyh
|siblings=Carew (male, +5); Wylla (female, +4); Canwy (male, +3); Lyrea (female, -4); Reawyh (female, -7)
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== Description ==
Thick curls crown his head like an unruly umber halo, glossy in their dark cocoa shade. They're cut to a length where he often has to brush them from his large, honey-flecked brown eyes. Overall, he's been somewhat lucky in the features department, with his natural light tan topped up by riding experience, a gentle bump in the bridge of his otherwise slender nose to suggest a break at some point, and cupid's bow lips that hide front teeth that are perhaps a tad too big, with a slight gap between the foremost two. Standing at 6'3 he remains perpetually coltish, with long limbs, narrow shoulders, chest and hips, to which rangy muscle adds some definition, but very little bulk.
N'ky is dressed suitably for a rider; his butter-soft black leathers look new, paired with a matching jacket lined with white fleece, underneath which he wears a shirt that's well-loved, faded from black to charcoal. The knee-high boots he wears seem hardly worn, buffed to a proud sheen. On his shoulder is a knot denoting him as a greenrideer at High Reaches Weyr, while a badge positioned proudly on his chest shows that he flies with Avalanche.

== WYSK ==
* He was born in Far Reach Holding, where the livelihood revolves mostly around Beastcrafting and trade of woolly animal-related goods - including the animals themselves.
* He's never actually used it since he grew up being called Nicky and he hasn't told anyone, but his real pre-Impression name is Nycaen (nih-cay-en).
* He was training to be a farrier like his uncle Ansly, who's a trained Smith and posted to High Reaches Weyr - that's how Nicky ended up there, shortly after Hraedhyth and Iesaryth rose.
* N'ky has official Smith metalwork training and official Beastcraft training in hoof care, specifically for runners, but was never apprenticed to either Craft
* He also has a stutter, but he's been working on it and has it mostly under control. It does, however, come back when his emotions are high; to those who know him, it's a tell-tale sign that he's nervous, excited, or worried.
* His outlook in terms of Weyr politics is traditional; though he's not protesting the current leadership situation in High Reaches as much as he did before - perhaps he's come to accept it?
* He was asked by K'del to stand for the double clutches of gold Hraedhyth and brown Szadath, and gold Iesaryth and brown Arekoth in Turn 30.
* Straight to the Heart Green Cailluneth found him on the Sands in Turn 31, and made him her N'ky.
* Once he was allowed to go between on his own, he went home... and after being told he was no longer part of the family, Cailluneth tore into a flock of Far Reach ovines. Needless to say, he left in a hurry, and his family were ''not'' pleased. There's been on-going ill-feelings between the holding and Weyr since.
* On day 3, month 4, Turn 32, he was tapped by then-Acting Weyrleader Sisha into her wing, Avalanche.
* He spends a lot of his free time outside of the Weyr.

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== History ==
===Pre-impression===
Nicky grew up as the middle child in a large brood, one of many children on the family-owned Far Reach Holding ("where the men are men and the woollies are nervous"). His upbringing was full of cousins, sheep, runners and chores, until he was old enough to settle on an occupation. He chose to follow in his favourite uncle's footsteps to become a farrier, and went off to the Smith Hall for a couple of turns of metalwork training, before returning home to study hoof care, specifically for runners, under the Beastcrafter posted there. In his 17th turn he moved to High Reaches Weyr to continue his training under his uncle Ansly, who had been posted there; within a few months of arriving, he was [[Logs:Logical_Fallacies|asked by K'del to stand as a Candidate for Hraedhyth and Iesaryth's clutches]]. His Candidacy was filled with all sorts of self-revelations - but nothing made an impact on him quite like Impressing his Cailluneth, when she hatched in Turn 32.

===Weyrlinghood===
Weyrlinghood was a series of ups and downs for N'ky, mostly on an emotional scale, as he struggled with issues of self-worth amongst turbulent friendships. He proved to fail miserably at mathematics and almost-miserably at history in the mandatory weyrling classes; while he did eventually test out of the latter, tuition for the former is ongoing due to his inability to process numbers (see dyscalculia section below). Possibly the highlight of his weyrling period was spent as wingleader of Flurry during their seventh month of training; another high point, that helped him to regain a little self-confidence, was working with Cirrus, the second weyrling wing, in month 6.

''For a full, month by month weyrlinghood recap, [[N%27ky%27s_Weyrlinghood_Recap|click here]].''

===Family Matters===
Late in month 12, turn 31, N'ky returned home to see his family for the first time in over a turn, and to introduce them to Cailluneth. [[Logs:Renounced|It didn't go especially well]]; an emotional flare-up and careless thinking after his father renounced N'ky as kin caused Cailluneth to attack a flock of his family's pregnant ewes, felling four before he could stop her. His father wrote a letter of complaint to the Weyr and High Reaches Hold, leading to N'ky being [[Logs:Repercussions|made to pay for the killed ovines]], amongst other consequences. Needless to say, it left family ties strained, even amongst his youngest sisters and Ansly. The Weyr and High Reaches Hold received a letter of complaint from Lenwyh demanding compensation for the ewes killed, leaving N'ky 3.5 marks in debt to his former home. To try and pay it off as soon as possible, he took to visiting Southern and hunting ovines there for their fleece and hides, which he sold on to various trader caravans - contacts he remembered dealing with from his days at Far Reach.

===Graduation===
[[Logs:Graduation|The end of weyrlinghood was bittersweet]]. N'ky had settled into the routine of it all, and the thought of everything changing ''again'' didn't appeal to him, but, at the same time, he was glad to have graduated. As he had been doing before becoming a full rider, he continued to be somewhat withdrawn, keeping to himself and Cailluneth when not fulfilling his obligations. Three days after graduating, [[Logs:The_Weyrleader%27s_Wing|N'ky was tapped into Avalanche by Wingleader and then Acting Weyrleader, Sisha]]. The toughest part of ''that'' was knowing he'd be 'looked after' during his settling-in period by H'kon, someone he'd never particularly got along with.

===Southern Ventures===
Known only to a very select few, N'ky has been doing more than merely catching and harvesting ovines in Southern since his run-in with his family; he's spending his time searching for the perfect island location to be able to set up a more sustainable ovine-rearing venture.

===Cailluneth's Flight History===
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; [[Logs:Cailluneth%27s_First_Flight|Cailluneth's First Flight]]
: RL Time: July 26, 2013
: IC Time: Early evening, day 8, month 5, turn 32 of Interval 10
: Winner: [[H'vier]]'s bronze [[Dragon:A_Study_in_Bronze_Reisoth|Reisoth]]
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== N'ky's Relationships ==
===Family===
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[[Image:reawyh.jpg|left]]
; Reawyh
: '''Relationship''': Younger sister (-7)
: '''Location''': Far Reach Holding
: ''Play-by: Tuba Buyukustun''
: His youngest and favourite sister, N'ky writes to Reawyh often. She's very similar in temperament to him and they get along well.
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[[Image:lyrea.jpg|left]]
; Lyrea
: '''Relationship''': Younger sister (-4)
: '''Location''': Far Reach Holding
: ''Play-by: Beren Saat''
: While not as close to her as he is Reawyh, N'ky keeps in touch with Lyrea and values her advice, though he isn't asking for it as much of late.
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''Growing up, N'ky spent a lot of his time with his two younger siblings. They were always a tight little trio as the youngest of their parents' brood, and, despite the fall-out with the rest of his family, N'ky remains close to them. He doesn't share a similar relationship with his older brothers and sister; they highly disapprove of him going to the Weyr, and even more so of his Impression.''

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[[Image:ansly.jpg|left]]
; Ansly
: '''Relationship''': Paternal Uncle
: '''Location''': Far Reach Holding, Smith Hall
: ''Play-by: Tolgahan Sayisman''
: Ansly is his father's youngest brother, and the man who persuaded N'ky to not only pursue a career as a farrier, but to join him in his posting at High Reaches Weyr, too.
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''The rest of N'ky's family have [[Logs:Renounced|renounced him]], following his Impression. They weren't keen on him going to the Weyr in the first place; but going to the Weyr and Impressing was too much for the anti-dragonrider family.''
===Friends===
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; '''[[Alida]]'''
; '''[[April]]'''
; '''[[Barnabas|Bones]]'''
; '''[[D'kan]]'''
; '''[[Hana]]'''
; '''[[J'madri]]'''
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; '''[[K'zin]]'''
; '''[[Mave]]'''
; '''[[Meara]]'''
; '''[[Norrick]]'''
; '''[[Sabella]]'''
|}

===Acquaintances===
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|-valign="top"
|style="width: 50%;"|
; '''[[Aishani]]'''
; '''[[Azaylia]]'''
; '''B'rant'''
; '''[[E'sren]]'''
; '''E'ten'''
; '''[[H'kon]]'''
; '''[[H'vier]]'''
; '''[[Jo]]'''
; '''[[K'del]]'''
|
; '''[[Aukiri|Kiri]]'''
; '''[[Madilla]]'''
; '''N'rad'''
; '''[[Quinlys]]'''
; '''[[Sisha]]'''
; '''[[Telavi]]'''
; '''[[Val]]'''
; '''[[Vienne]]'''
|}

==Random Stuff==

=== Soundtrack ===

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; '''N’ky and Cailluneth:''' [http://youtu.be/vKBLLbwbqiY Mika – The Origin of Love]
:''From the air I breathe, to the love I need
:''Everything I know
:''You're the origin of love
:''From God above, to the one I love
:''Everything that's true
:''The origin is you

; '''N’ky and Cailluneth:''' [http://youtu.be/3b8btcCmL0c Mika – Underwater]
:''When I fall to my feet
:''Wearin' my heart on my sleeve
:''All I see just don't make sense
:''You are the port of my call
:''You shot and leavin' me raw
:''Now I know you're amazing
:''Cause all I need
:''Is the love you breathe
:''Put your lips on me and
:''I can live underwater

|
; '''N’ky and Cailluneth:''' [http://youtu.be/1gY01SBClt8 Sara Bareilles - Kaleidoscope Heart]
:''All the colors
:''Of the rainbow
:''Hidden 'neath my skin
:''Hearts have colors
:''Don't we all know?
:''Red runs through our veins
:''Feel the fire burning up
:''Inspire me with blood
:''Of blue and green
:''I have hope
:''Inside is not a heart
:''But a kaleidoscope

; '''N’ky:''' [http://youtu.be/yUZSdZoPFBs Mika – Stardust]
:''I could a little stardust in your eyes
:''Put a little sunshine in your life
:''Give me a little heart and feel the same

|}

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===Dyscalculia===
N'ky has trouble with numbers, maths, dates and so on, which especially came to prominence during his weyrling months when he struggled with remedial maths and history classes. See [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dyscalculia this] for a full explanation, though the following symptoms (as per the link) are applicable to him:

; Most applicable:
: Frequent difficulties with arithmetic
: Difficulty with multiplication-tables, and subtraction-tables, addition tables, division tables, mental arithmetic, etc
: Difficulty reading musical notation
: Often unable to grasp and remember mathematical concepts, rules, formulae, and sequences
: Might do exceptionally well in a writing-related field — authors and journalists are more likely than average to have the disorder

; To a degree:
: Having particular difficulty mentally estimating the measurement of an object or distance (e.g., whether something is 10 or 20 feet (3 or 6 meters) away)
: Inability to concentrate on mentally intensive tasks
: Low latent inhibition, i.e. over-sensitivity to noise, smell, light and the inability to tune out, filtering unwanted information or impressions. Might have a well-developed sense of imagination due to this (possibly as cognitive compensation to mathematical–numeric deficits)

; To a lesser degree:
: Difficulty with conceptualizing time and judging the passing of time. May be chronically late or early (he’ll nearly always be early).

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=== D&D Character ===

As per [http://www.easydamus.com/character.html this]:

; Lawful Good Human Paladin
: '''Alignment:''' Lawful Good- A lawful good character acts as a good person is expected or required to act. He combines a commitment to oppose evil with the discipline to fight relentlessly. He tells the truth, keeps his word, helps those in need, and speaks out against injustice. A lawful good character hates to see the guilty go unpunished. Lawful good is the best alignment you can be because it combines honor and compassion. However, lawful good can be a dangerous alignment when it restricts freedom and criminalizes self-interest.
: '''Race:''' Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.
: '''Class:''' Paladins- Paladins take their adventures seriously, and even a mundane mission is, in the heart of the paladin, a personal test an opportunity to demonstrate bravery, to learn tactics, and to find ways to do good. Divine power protects these warriors of virtue, warding off harm, protecting from disease, healing, and guarding against fear. The paladin can also direct this power to help others, healing wounds or curing diseases, and also use it to destroy evil. Experienced paladins can smite evil foes and turn away undead. A paladin's Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that they can cast. Many of the paladin's special abilities also benefit from a high Charisma score.

== Recent RP Logs and Vignettes ==
: The full list is available [[N'ky/Logs#RP_Logs|here]].
: Click [[N'ky/Logs#Mentions|here]] for logs N'ky is mentioned in.
: Click [[N'ky/Logs#Pre-Impression_RP_Logs|here]] for N'ky's pre-Impression logs.
: Click [[N'ky/Logs#Pre-Impression_Mentions|here]] for logs N'ky was mentioned in, pre-Impression.

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Norrick

2013-07-31T02:53:22Z

Nicky:

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== Description ==
Sunlit highlights accent a head of caramel hair on this young man, a testament to time outdoors. Kept just a bit overgrown, the mass has been tied back at the nape of his neck. Slightly darker brows rest low over a set of eyes, just to the greenish side of hazel. His nose is straight and slender, angling down just above faintly bowed lips. Stubble lines his jaw and chin, just enough to darken the skin and provide a rough edge. Lean muscle fills out his five feet and ten inch frame, with skin darkening into a slight tan.
He wears a fleece-lined jacket for warmth, with a green long sleeved tunic peeking out beneath it. His pants are made of durable hide, patched thicker along the inner thighs for riding. A belt clasps around his waist, tied into a knot with one end hanging just a bit longer than the other. His boots are black and worn from use, but sturdy.

== WYSK ==

== History ==
Norrick was born at the relatively small Far Reach Holding, to Carrin and Nadik. Just one among a few other brothers and sisters, he grew up among the other children of the hold. He was taught from an early age about responsibility, and was never a stranger to hard work. Everyone had to pitch in and do their part.

He grew up helping tend to the animals mostly. He carried feed and helped with the smaller animals mostly as a child, but eventually grew into helping with the larger stock. He enjoyed the work, and always did so diligently. But even he became restless over time.

By the time he was in his later teens he had seen others his own age leave the hold to start new lives. Eventually, he too gave in to the urge to go, seeking out a familiar face in N'ky who had left the hold a few turns prior for High Reaches Weyr.

== Relationships ==
:[[N'ky]]: Childhood friend.

== RP Logs ==

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2013-07-31T02:52:25Z

Nicky:

File:Norrickprofile.jpg

2013-07-31T02:45:26Z

Nicky:

Norrick

2013-07-31T02:44:48Z

Nicky: Built on behalf of wiki-shy Norrick. ;D

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|father=Nadik
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|friends=N'ky
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== Description ==
Sunlit highlights accent a head of caramel hair on this young man, a testament to time outdoors. Kept just a bit overgrown, the mass has been tied back at the nape of his neck. Slightly darker brows rest low over a set of eyes, just to the greenish side of hazel. His nose is straight and slender, angling down just above faintly bowed lips. Stubble lines his jaw and chin, just enough to darken the skin and provide a rough edge. Lean muscle fills out his five feet and ten inch frame, with skin darkening into a slight tan.
He wears a fleece-lined jacket for warmth, with a green long sleeved tunic peeking out beneath it. His pants are made of durable hide, patched thicker along the inner thighs for riding. A belt clasps around his waist, tied into a knot with one end hanging just a bit longer than the other. His boots are black and worn from use, but sturdy.

== WYSK ==

== History ==
Norrick was born at the relatively small Far Reach Holding, to Carrin and Nadik. Just one among a few other brothers and sisters, he grew up among the other children of the hold. He was taught from an early age about responsibility, and was never a stranger to hard work. Everyone had to pitch in and do their part.

He grew up helping tend to the animals mostly. He carried feed and helped with the smaller animals mostly as a child, but eventually grew into helping with the larger stock. He enjoyed the work, and always did so diligently. But even he became restless over time.

By the time he was in his later teens he had seen others his own age leave the hold to start new lives. Eventually, he too gave in to the urge to go, seeking out a familiar face in N'ky who had left the hold a few turns prior for High Reaches Weyr.

== Relationships ==
:[[N'ky]]: Childhood friend.

== RP Logs ==

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2013-07-30T19:15:31Z

Nicky:

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2013-07-30T18:49:24Z

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2013-07-30T18:48:55Z

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2013-07-30T18:48:48Z

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Logs:Hangover

2013-07-29T22:46:45Z

Nicky: Created page with "{{ Log | who = R'co, Tayte | where = Greenhouse | what = Tayte is hungover, R'co offers coddling. | when = It is a spring morning, 9:49 of day 17, month 5, turn 32 of Interva..."

{{ Log
| who = R'co, Tayte
| where = Greenhouse
| what = Tayte is hungover, R'co offers coddling.
| when = It is a spring morning, 9:49 of day 17, month 5, turn 32 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.07.29
| quote = "''Kinky''. ''Do'' remember to invite me next time, won't you?"
| weather = Fog begins to coalesce in the very early morning hours and lingers throughout the day, soft and still and clammy.
| categories =
| mentions = Madilla
| ooc =
| icons = r'co casual.jpg, tayte disheveled.jpg
| log =
'''Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr'''

''A rustic and unadorned vestibule leads in from hewn spiral steps to a refitted ledge, enclosed by limestone pillars. Sturdy wooden framework captures elongated glass panes, tilted to absorb the most light during the day. The wash of heat from within, lush and humid, persists even into the dead of winter; the air is heady with the scent of fresh-turned soil and various flora.''

''Long, deep troughs of soil line the inner stone wall, planted with an assortment of broad, leafy tropicals - practical and decorative alike. Fruit and vegetable baskets hang from rafters, optimizing space, tempting in reach with a perpetually ripening harvest. A series of stone shelving is devoted to flourishing, aromatic herbs and new green shoots; even the softest touch releases a burst of savory scent from tender leaves. Amidst the greenery, a handful of wooden benches have been scattered, making this a temptingly warm and secluded spot to sit.''

''Shuttered vents serve to regulate humidity and heat given off from a small hot spring recessed into an alcove at the back; a secondary pool with cooler waters siphons off to provide a constant, fresh supply for irrigation. A small potting station nearby is cluttered with watering cans and gardening tools of various uses, with a wooden bin for composting materials tucked underneath.''

-----

It's foggy - which is really kind of eerie if you're inside the greenhouse, because it's like the world outside of those glass walls no longer exists. As time wears by though, there are signs of it lifting, of the sun breaking through to disperse the heavy cover. Despite the inclement weather, though, the heat within the greenhouse is unaffected; it remains warm - warm enough for a certain brownrider to even have stripped down to just a pair of his shorts and boots as he knees down to work the little plot granted to him. He's repotting something, delicately working to transfer the plant from its old home to the next.

When Tayte arrives via the stairs to the complex, she looks half-asleep, or maybe a little hung-over. Possibly both. Her hair is pulled back into a messy french curl, held in place by combs, and she generally looks disheveled. She carries a small tray in one hand that holds leaf clippers and a small empty jar with what looks to be granulated sweetner at the bottom. First glance across the place registers movement, ''people'', but not exactly ''who''. She sways to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, blinking half-lidded eyes and looking as though she might be trying to remember why she came in the first place.

''People'' turns around at the sound of oncoming footsteps, curiosity getting the better of him. When he sees it's Tayte, R'co grins, taking in the state of her with an ever-growing smile. "Oh ''dear'', darling," he says purposely soft, though just loud enough for her to hear - he doesn't want to risk causing hurt if her head's as sore as he reckons it looks. "Rough night, sweetheart?" Up he gets, slipping off his gloves to drop them by where he was working before sauntering over to his fellow once-Istan's side to coo sympathetically at her. "Poor ''love''."

The fact that Tayte's blonde lashes flutter so slowly as she hears a voice is only further evidence of her sleepy state. As R'co draws nearer, surely he notices that her face is still a little puffy from sleep, and the scent he'd know as one of his own products is a little stale and mixed with the scents that come with a day of work and a night of sleep, or not-sleep. Clearly, she's not yet gone to the bathes today. When he draws near, she makes use of him as a leaning point, apparently being just a little too sleepy-tired-lazy to stand up straight on her own. She yaaaawns, her free hand rising to cover it delicately, before speaking. "Journeyman Sourgrapes is trying to make it so I'll have to quit Snowasis." Which she only just started 'tending at a few sevendays back. "And I may have gotten stupid drunk last night," A testament to her experience as a drinker that she's this upright at this hour of the morning, "And I think I brought someone home with me. Only I can't really remember the details." Stupid drunk, indeed. She tilts her chin toward the man then, "How are you?"

R'co's probably a good leaning post, given that he's shorter than Tayte; he's certainly a sturdy one, wrapping his arm around her waist and looking up at her in amusement - and sympathy, yes, but mostly amusement, because isn't this the Tayte that he remembers from ''turns'' ago? "Tut ''tut'', darling," is all he can say at first as he looks around, trying to spy the nearest bench to steer them to. "''Fuck'' Sourgrapes," or whatever the man's name is. "You ''sit''," he wiggles fingers at the bench, before stretching up a fraction to pop a soft kiss to her cheek, "and let me take care of you, hrm? Though tell me, darling, do you need a quick trip between this morning, or... or just hair of the canine?"

"''Markarin,''" Tayte says the name as she allows herself to be steered to the bench. When she says it, her face looks the way it would if she were tasting something ''awful''. "Only the apprentices call him Sourgrapes." And she, too, apparently, when no one who'd be bothered by it was listening. "He's the WeyrVintner," said like the title it is. "Has had it in for me since I got here. I'm going to have to write the Hall, ''again''." She turns to flop down on the bench, mindful of the tray, which she sets to the side. "Neither. It was a woman. Still too pregnancy-shy to tempt fate again." With a man, presumably. "And--" Yawn, covered again. "--Madilla set me up with the right herbs and things so that ''if'' I decided to tempt fate, I would have the odds in my favor. She tells me it's not infallible. Which is frightening all by itself. But, thanks. For offering." Since she interpreted it as an offer to take her between if it was needed.

"''Kinky''. ''Do'' remember to invite me next time, won't you?" R'co teases with a wink, giving Tayte's knee a gentle pat as he gets up to go and fetch his flask, where it's sitting just beside his workspace. The repotting is forgotten for now, as tending to his friend is clearly more of a priority than a mint bush is. He does, however, steal a few leaves from it, which he crushes as he walks back to the Vintner, dropping them into his mug before pouring water over them. "Drink up, sweets. So, what's this awful Marka-whatshisname doing to make your life so ''miserable'', darling? Shall I go ''punch'' him for you?" A perfectly-groomed hand is held up, manicured nails just visible as he curls fingers into a fist. It's hardly threatening - especially when paired with his plump little pout.

"Actually, I vaguely remember being bored, so I'm thinking it wasn't kinky at all." Tayte answers, her sleepiness probably prohibiting her picking up on much of the tease, but the first word distracted her from the rest of the phrase in any case. "And I told myself I wasn't going to do this. Just... go home with whoever. But the one woman I'm sort of seeing-- liaising with? What's a good way to put that kind of thing?" She wonders but doesn't pause long, "She's out of the Weyr all the time, but like the one last night took a whole lot more booze to not be bored with. Maybe I'll just tell her she needs to come 'round more often. But I don't want to seem ''clingy''. And then it gets complicated too because--" She starts but then stops, shaking her head. "It's all complicated. And here I thought 'Reaches would be simple by comparison." She seems to be waking up now, her eyes blinking a little more clearly. She takes the flask and sips from it. "Thanks." Then there's a sigh, "Punching Markarin would only make it worse, I think. I'm trying to get him to be reasonable, or get him transferred, but that's something that takes a lot more delicacy. "But thanks for offering. It's sweet." She takes another sip from the flask before asking again. "How are you?"

"At least ''one'' of us is getting action." There's even ''more'' of a pout from the brownrider now, and R'co huffs as he sits beside Tayte, crossing arms briefly over his chest before settling his hands on the bench either side of him. "I'm quite well though, darling, save for a seemingly ''endless'' dry spell - for me ''and'' Dev. ''Honestly''." He rolls his blue eyes, and drums his fingers off their shared seat. "It's quite awful to know that the only sex I'm getting is... well, shall we call it 'extracurricular'? Though Faranth, it's not even ''that''. I feel like an absolute ''whore'', darling, and I'm rather ''terrified'' that I think I ''like'' it as much as I ''despise'' it." He pouts for a moment down at the ground of the greenhouse, before tilting his head to look at the blonde beside him. "I've become awful, haven't I?"

Tayte's fingers leave the flask briefly to reach up and ruffle the man's hair lightly, "I wouldn't say awful." Her fingers fall back to the flask and she takes another sip before offering it back over to its owner. "I'd say you're a man in search of something you're having a difficult time finding. There's no harm in looking, in whatever way you wish, as long as it makes you happy. Are you happy, Rocco?" She questions simply, her soft alto holding no judgment. "And I wouldn't envy me, if I were you. It's too complicated to be wholly pleasant. Wanting to be with someone and being too wherryshit scared is..." She makes a face. It's an exaggerated combination of unhappy, shamed, and disgusted. The face finishes her sentence for her.

Hair-ruffling never settles ''well'' with R'co, and he frowns and pouts at Tayte as he smoothes his blonde locks back into place. Faranth forbid they be ''messy''! "There's always something that can make you happier," he replies to her question, with a weak smile. "I do know exactly what you mean though, darling." One slender finger chucks her gently under her chin, and the brownrider sighs softly. "When I'm getting paid, I'm not getting this," he taps over his heart, "involved. I'm still terrified, Tayte-love, because it ''hurts'' too badly." He huffs out a breath then stands up, leaning back down to kiss her forehead warmly. "How about you sit there, sweetheart, and I'll finish repotting that ''poor'' mint bush that I've abandoned, and then we go find you something worthy of a hangover cure?" Running his hand with platonic affection over her messy hair, R'co winks down at Tayte and, whether she's going to accept his offer or not, he returns back to the job he abandoned, crouching back down and slipping gloves back on to properly tend to the poor little mint.

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Logs:Seeking...

2013-07-29T22:32:11Z

Nicky: Created page with "{{ Log | who = E'ten, N'ky | where = Dragon Infirmary, Fort Weyr | what = N'ky goes looking for the rider of a dragon injured in Cailluneth's flight. | when = It is a spring n..."

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| who = E'ten, N'ky
| where = Dragon Infirmary, Fort Weyr
| what = N'ky goes looking for the rider of a dragon injured in Cailluneth's flight.
| when = It is a spring night, 19:44 of day 14, month 5, turn 32 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.07.28
| quote = "I, um... I wanted to apologise, i-if you can help me?"
| weather = Morning and evening are crisp, but the afternoon is bright, fair and cloudless.
| categories =
| mentions = Hana, B'rant, H'vier
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'''Dragon Infirmary, Fort Weyr'''

''Linked to a number of ground weyrs and the main Infirmary, this central cavern is roughly oval in shape and large enough to accommodate two or three smaller dragons if need be. A set of wide double doors lead out into the bowl and are rarely locked, in-case of emergency. Its white-washed walls hold several outcroppings for glows, focused around the main counter at the left of the room and the two beds set far enough apart for dragons to settle into the wallow-like dips between them. Equipment is stored in the (locked) cabinets behind the counter and the glass-covered shelving units carved into the wall, wide and deep enough to hold the necessary quantities to treat injuries of a larger scale.''

-----

Most riders have dispersed for the evening through the living caverns, baths or other places unknown. E'ten should be counted in that number except he's... helping out. Technically, it's time for him to think and with ample time to do so in the silence of infirmary. Cleaning up for the night and the person who will likely take over such duties, the bronzerider is scanning the logs with interest at this point to understand who's due tomorrow afternoon. After drills. Attired still in his leathers, it may be no surprise that at least the jacket has been set aside on a nearby chair.

A foreign rider visiting the Weyr is nothing out of place, though the hour is perhaps a little unusual for N'ky to be visiting the dragon infirmary, without apparently having cause to do so - his lifemate is certainly looking well, where she waits for him in the bowl. The young greenrider comes up to the duty desk, clearing his throat to get E'ten's attention, and waits until he's got it before smiling at the bronzerider. "Um... h-hi. I... E'ten, right?"

"Yes?" Spoken without turning around initially, E'ten regards the young rider with a nod and slower look of observation. "N'ky, right? Have you been able to bring by your intended to the Fountain at all?" He might be right with this name and face combination - maybe. Setting aside the hidework, he gestures to a nearby seat for the other rider to sit or stand depending on which.

"N'ky, yes," the 'Reachian confirms with a nod. "M-my... ''intended''? Oh -- ''oh''! Hana? N-no, no, I've... no. She's, um... no." He blushes furiously, rubbing awkwardly at the back of his neck beneath helmet-crushed curls. "A-actually I came because, um... I - I mean, we, Cailluneth, well... she, um... there were a couple of your dragons in her flight a few days back and, s-she um... she injured one. A bronze. I d-don't know who, though, and I, um... I wanted to apologise, i-if you can help me?"

"Sure. I can tell you if the rider is due to arrive, if that helps," E'ten offers, listening to the stammering while closing the books with the faintest of sounds. "Which dragon?"

N'ky shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders. "I... I don't know. Bronze, and... ''big'', quite b-big. He'll have, um, claw marks? Maybe bite marks. I... I c-can't really remember exactly..." And he huffs in frustration, shrugging his sinking shoulders. "Sorry. I'm n-not much help."

"What about your Cailluenth," E'ten asks with a turn about to face the young man with a tilt of his head towards the bowl. Almost as if listening for something. "The only bronze that I have heard of with recent injuries was Rhenth, but you'd have to check with his rider as to if he's been to the 'Reaches lately."

"Cailluneth?" N'ky blinks, biting down on his lip. "Wh-what about her? She's, um, good... she's very good, actually, after the flight." A blush creeps up his cheeks, and he rubs the back of his neck, head canted slightly to one side. "Rhenth? Rhenth. I... hrm." His loses focus for a moment, checking in with his lifemate. "She can't tell me if that's right, but, um, his rider... I remember his rider? His rider was ''tall''." The greenrider raises a hand above his own head, suggesting even taller than his own 6'3 height.

"Usually they can tell you who was who during a flight. Or so I would have thought," E'ten curiously remarks while moving to reach for his jacket that resides nearby and just within fingertip range. That, may be from the male rider's perspective at the very least. "Or, beyond that to any time. Otherwise, you might be at a loss to find the right rider. Or.." With a quirked grin, he notes, "You could frequent the infirmary to see who shows up."

N'ky shakes his head. "She doesn't know. Only Reisoth - he caught her." N'ky frowns, then shrugs. "I just know he's Fortian, taller than me, and a bronzerider. I... I guess I'll have to ask around, or, well... Rhenth, you said? Maybe Cailluneth will speak to him." From the way he says it, he's not too sure if his lifemate will actually do it. "I'm, um, sorry for wasting your time, E'ten. I thought it might've been easy, but..." Shrug. He was wrong!

E'ten chuckles even though the lad's shrug causes him to regard the other rider thoughtfully. "It's a good attempt. And it's not unheard of to find a greenrider apologizing for a flight, but honestly? These things happen. There's no real way to keep it from happening unless you ground your dragon. Speaking as the rider of a male dragon. But Rhenth. You might find out something useful, but I haven't been to the Reaches in awhile." It's the least that he can offer in suggested assistance to the visiting rider before they both go their own ways. "Good luck and clear skies, N'ky."

"Clear skies, E'ten. Thanks again." N'ky fires off a neat salute as he gives the bronzerider another apologetic little smile, before turning to trot out and back to his lifemate. Maybe he'll find who he's looking for... maybe not!

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Logs:Rumour Has It

2013-07-29T02:49:28Z

Nicky: Created page with "{{ Log | who = Aishani, R'co | where = Dragon Infirmary | what = There's a rumour going round the Weyr. R'co asks Aishani about it. | when = It is a spring afternoon, 17:27 o..."

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| who = Aishani, R'co
| where = Dragon Infirmary
| what = There's a rumour going round the Weyr. R'co asks Aishani about it.
| when = It is a spring afternoon, 17:27 of day 14, month 5, turn 32 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.07.29
| quote = "But it so ''does'' ease my worried heart to know that you're getting laid..."
| weather = A layer of patchy clouds covers the sky. The air feels cool and damp, but there is no rainfall today.
| categories =
| mentions = Azaylia, Taikrin, K'del
| ooc =
| icons = aishani bitchface.gif, r'co ohreally.jpg
| log =
'''Dragon Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr'''

''The vast cavern has much the same odor of redwort and numbweed as the human infirmary, though here it's seasoned with coppery ichor rather than the iron of blood. It's also laid out similarly though on a much more massive scale, its walls lined with a number of places for patients, in this case large dragon couches recessed into the floor for ease of access; nearby cots provide space for riders. Tucked into the western curve is a huge circulating pool of warm water, by which are kept vats of oil.''

''The healers' duty station is a counter on the north side of the room, a checkpoint before the storage rooms behind it that are now shared with the human infirmary, hosting supplies that are as neatly labeled and carefully scrubbed as the rest of the infirmary. The senior dragonhealer has an office there as well, and human-sized double doors have recently been built as a direct route to the human infirmary, while opposite a wide winding tunnel leads to the east bowl.''

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A respite from rainfall gives the bowl the briefest respite from mud; there's certainly still mud, just less of it and somewhat firmer than usual. It leaves a lack of tracked to be cleaned in and through the dragon infirmary and past into the infirmary and caverns proper. There's the dragonhealer on duty, of course, a few dragons, a few riders tending to them, and one goldrider with a notebook and a pencil behind one ear to hold back the dark fall of hair, idly looking through the supplies. Inventory, maybe.

High Reaches' spring means a lack of dry and clean clothes for anyone doing sweeps - and R'co looks far from his usual pristine self as a result of his day's tasks as he tracks into the infirmary, Deveriteauxth close behind him. The parchment-pale brown goes to find himself an empty couch while his rider pauses by the duty station long enough to chat to the 'healer on duty, which leads to someone trotting over to fuss over Deveriteauxth, leaving R'co... to spy Aishani. He sidles up to her, flicking a damp fringe out of his eyes once he's by her side with a bright smile on his plush lips. "Busy, goldrider?"

As the brownrider sidles up, Aishani steps ''away'', certain to leave at least an arm's length between her and R'co, though that seems a fairly common distance, particularly when the tall woman ''is'', in fact, perfect and unsplattered by mud as of yet. But for boots, but can that be helped? Cutting him a sidelong glance with fine brows arched, "Always. But I can talk, if that's what you're after. What can I help you with?" She sounds thrilled with the prospect.

She steps away, he smirks; R'co crosses his arms over his chest, curling slender fingers around his elbows. "I'm honoured by your offer of help, darling. ''Truly''." There's sarcasm there, yes, but it's good-natured enough as he winks at her. "There's a ''rumour''. A rumour that there might be a ''flight'' soon." One brow raises questioningly high, beneath that rain-dampened fringe of his. "What's ''your'' opinion on such... hearsay?"

"My opinion," Aishani says dryly, as she makes a note in her book, "Is that you should ask Azaylia. Or Hraedhyth. I'm neither qualified nor interested in making assessments of other people's dragons." Pushing back one box of supplies into place, she pulls out another, arching one brow at R'co skeptically before aiming it his dragon's way. "Hoping to plunge us into chaos once again? He'd need Szadath's record for anyone to be concerned."

"Now how could Deveriteauxth and I ''possibly'' make things any worse than they have been?" Mock-innocence is ruined by a short bark of laughter, and R'co shakes his head. "I don't know Szadath's ''precise'' record, of course, though I ''do'' know that my boy's got a proven record of his own." Blue eyes glance warmly over to where the brown's being looked over, and he smiles fondly. "Do tell, though, darling, as I'm ''awfully'' curious. What sort of chaos do you think I would cause?"

The goldrider's glance is dismissive as she goes back to looking through the supplies and making notes with barely a blink. "None whatsoever," Aishani states, with some certainty. "I don't think you're capable of causing all that much chaos at all. But it's ambitious of you to think you might." Her tone is a verbal head-pat; her dark gaze flickers up briefly to give a sharp, brilliant smile before its back to the task at hand. "Despite lack of research."

A verbal head-pat that R'co would metaphorically lean into, if it were possible. "I never really thought of myself as the chaos-seeding type. More of the... sit back and ''see'' sort, I suppose. Chaos is, of course, ''much'' better viewed from a distance - it's ''far'' too much like hard work to be all caught up in the middle of it." He waves a hand dismissively, then shrugs his shoulders. "''Fabulous'' as I'd be in the role, I have no interest in being a Weyrleader, Aishani. Deveriteauxth might chase, though he'll not be encouraged by ''me'' to win." His smile broadens, just slightly, and he leans a fraction towards Aishani. "I'd be far more interested in urging him on after Iesaryth."

As she makes another few notes, Aishani notes absently, "Chaos is opportunity of which leadership cannot take full advantage. One cannot take advantage of that which they seek to control." She pokes through the box before putting it back as it was and pulling out the next, sharp, dark gaze keeping track of R'co and where he is at the moment. Nose wrinkling, "Yes, I'm so looking forward to being trapped in a weyr with the lot of you thinking you have the right to ''touch'' me. Someone might have to take my knives." Her tone is dry, but she doesn't sound like she's joking.

R'co pouts at the inference that he'd be there amongst the ''sleazy'' flight-hopefuls. "Oh, darling, ''really'' now - don't you think I can keep my hands to myself, until it's my time?" He wiggles slender fingers at her, before slipping them into his pockets. "''Gorgeous'' as you are, I'm well capable of restraint - even when there's dragons involved. I've had no complaints for getting handsy ''after'', though... not that I've had the chance to ''demonstrate'' that here." A frown creases his brow, and he raises a hand to sweep his blonde hair from his eyes. "There's ''something'' about High Reaches. Deveriteauxth's having ''no'' luck. It's ''dreadful''."

Looking no less disgusted by the prospect of any of it, Aishani gives a quiet snort into the next box of supplies. "That's what everyone says, and despite that, fights break out anyway. I trust no one's sensibilities when egos are involved. Never mind the dragons." Pencil working over the paper, something about the brownrider's words has her smirking briefly, but she merely points out, "There's greenflights all the time. And that's the way it has to go, so I suppose there's no sense complaining about it one way or the other."

"Ah, but, back in Ista, he'd catch at ''least'' every seven." Which may be an exaggeration; whether it is or isn't, R'co huffs in disappointment. "Though I do suppose that I'm rather more ''busy'' nowadays, and that doesn't quite give him as much time in the Weyr to be around when greens go up..." The brownrider pouts, looking down at his muddy toes. "Still. I'm ''quite'' pleased to tell you, Aishani, that I've ''never'' been involved in a flight fight. It's ''far'' too easy to end up with a broken nose, and quite ''frankly'', mine hardly needs another knock in ''that'' direction." He turns his head to the side, running a fingertip down the bridge of his nose, tapping the bump that's a sign of breaks past. "It's ''hardly'' a pretty look on me, though you know who wears it well? K'del."

One more box that requires notes, though it appears that anything Aishani might be actually looking for isn't being ''found''. "Unfortunate that moving Weyrs should so curtail your ''social'' life," she notes, perhaps wondering if there's much of one without the dragon? She dutifully looks up to regard R'co's nose, now broken, yes, such a shame, though K'del's name only brings another unladylike snort from the goldrider. "If you like that sort of thing. Not near as well as some men, I think." Would she agree on the bronzerider wearing anything well? Hardly.

Nose wrinkling slightly at the dig dished out by the goldrider, R'co chooses to... overlook it? Rise above it? Something, anyway, as he doesn't react other than that little hint of displeasure. "I can't say I ''like'' it, though I do tend to prefer my men to be a little more ''rugged'' than I am, and a broken nose ''does'' add a certain ruggedness to a character, doesn't it?" Not that he's anything even ''close'' to what could be considered as 'rugged'. "Do you have anyone in mind who might wear it better than the Weyrsecond, Aishani?"

"I prefer noses unbroken, if at all possible. I dislike imperfections and weaknesses. But there are occasionally flaws that can be overlooked." Aishani doesn't quite answer either of R'co's questions, glancing over her notebook with brows arched even so, seeming to think she's imparted enough in that to make up for it. Back to her notes, she shrugs, "Anyone would look better than the 'Weyrsecond', pale as he is. Near transparent."

"It's perhaps just as well those occasional flaws ''can'' be overlooked, darling, or I'm sure you'd be left high and dry and horny as ''fuck'' outside've flights, hrm?" R'co snorts, shaking his head. "Perfection is... well, it's ''perfection'', isn't it? I ''cried'' when I got my nose broken. Wouldn't leave my bed for ''days'', because I thought I was ''hideous''. But I've since learnt that ''flaws'' are what makes a person, and perfection, while ''pretty'', is rarely worth the effort. Of course, I was an exception to that rule - I've ''always'' been worth it. Even when I was High Reaches-pale." He'd be paler than K'del no doubt, given his lighter blonde hair and the pale blue-grey of his eyes; luckily the brownrider's still sporting a tan from his Istan turns.

With an arch of brow, Aishani finishes a tally with a little sweep of pencil before looking up over it to R'co. Patiently, "I, like many people, have more important things to worry about than who I am or am not fucking. Nine days out of ten, I'd wager. Do trust that I am ''covered'' in that area, if that is your concern." Closing her notebook, she slides the last box of the infirmary supplies away, then tucks it into her jacket pocket as she continues, "Now, if there's anything else... please. But if you're going to continue to put forth your resume for a position that is ably filled..." Ahem.

R'co's eyes narrow slightly, and his lips purse in light of the rebuttal. "So blunt, darling. But it so ''does'' ease my worried heart to know that you're getting laid, even if it wasn't my intention to learn as much." He snorts in amusement, looking up at the taller goldrider with a bright, toothy grin - possibly the best one in his repertoire. "I'm not ''trying'' to wriggle in under your sheets, goldrider, but should you find the need, you'd be more than welcome to come in under mine. It'd be hard to say no to... ''well''." He dips his head, a quick glance running over her figure; too quick to really ''see'' anything. "Please don't let me keep you from your duties. I'm quite sure you're terribly busy, making the Weyr a better place for us all?"

With a flash of a smile, "One of my flaws." Aishani's candor, no doubt. Her dark gaze surveys the area she'd been looking over, as if to ensure nothing is out of place, for all that the dragonhealers in and around the infirmary must see her there. She looks over to R'co for a moment, then just shakes her head before starting on into the infirmary. "I'm not in service of my ''needs''. And yes, every waking minute, a martyr to the cause." That's sarcasm there, but she does offer something of a salute in farewell before she disappears.

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Logs:Places where you can buy... a good time

2013-07-28T16:42:43Z

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{{ Log
| who = H'vier, N'ky
| where = Snowasis
| what = N'ky bothers H'vier with a question.
| when = It is a spring night, 20:08 of day 11, month 5, turn 32 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.07.27
| quote = "Just your winning personality and those fucking curls of yours."
| weather = A spring flurry brings in a little late snowfall, though there is no accumulation as the flakes spiral to the ground on a dizzying breeze.
| categories =
| mentions = H'kon, J'madri, April
| ooc = This takes place before [[Logs:Something_To_Say|Something To Say]].
| icons = h'vier face.jpg, n'ky playful.jpg
| log =
'''Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr'''

''The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor, and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook.''

''Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern.''

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It's been a miserable day for working in, with most of High Reaches suffering from inconsistent spring weather: snow in the Weyr and Hold, sleet in Crom, bitingly cold wind and rain elsewhere. From having spent the day working transport in Crom, N'ky is akin to a drowned, frozen rat by the time he turns up in the Snowasis, where thankfully the other present Avalanche riders have snagged a table close to the fire. With a drink to warm him up the greenrider joins them, stripping off his jacket to let it steam gently, while the rest of him does pretty much the same.

It might be a miserable day for working but it's an awesome rest day. And H'vier has been milking it for all it's worth. When he arrives, he's already a little distant and glassy-eyed from drinking or something else. If he notices the group of his wingmates at that table, he doesn't acknowledge them and he certainly doesn't seem to have any plans of joining them. Instead he heads for the bar, lifting a finger for the bartender. Then another. Just two of his usual, thank you very much.

N'ky peers up from his mug of klah to see H'vier at the bar; it's not hard to miss someone ''that'' tall, even when you're not looking for them. When it seems clear to him that the bronzerider isn't going to come join the rest of the wing, N'ky makes a quiet excuse to slip away to join him, leaving his jacket where it is to save his seat and to dry off. He comes up to lean against the bar alongside the taller man, looking up at him from behind his unruly curls. "Don't you want to join us?"

He has drinks. Two of them. They're very interesting. H'vier doesn't do much more than glance over at the coltish greenrider when he speaks before taking a drink like he might not even bother answering at all. But he does, lacking enthusiasm, "Not particularly."

When he's not battling a proddy Cailluneth, N'ky has patience. He can wait for an answer, and he does, nodding slowly when he finally gets one. "Ok," he gives his own reply, shrugging his shoulders softly. There's a quiet pause during which he leans and drinks, before speaking up again. "We're rostered to do sweeps together over Crom tomorrow."

"Fascinating," says H'vier as though he doesn't think it's actually fascinating at all. "I'm sure Reisoth will be overjoyed." Again, that doesn't sound very promising. "It better not be doing this tomorrow," the weather, no doubt. H'vier turns his head to give N'ky a more direct look, after that. "Is there something I can help you with or are you just going to keep bothering me until I join your stupid..." He gestures vaguely over where their wingmates are. That thing over there.

"I think we're in for more of it," N'ky responds regarding the weather. "And no, I'm not going to keep ''bothering'' you, H'vier, and they're ''your'' stupid... as much as they're ''mine''." He snorts softly, then gives the bronzerider a crooked sort of smile. "I... wanted to ask you something. You seem the type who'd know their way around Crom's bars... and I wanted to know if you'd like to show them to me. After sweeps. We're off-duty the next day, so..."

That deserves H'vier finishing off the rest of his first drink. He hisses a small breath as it burns down his throat, then refocuses on N'ky like he has something important to say. "Look, kid. You aren't hideous or anything, I'll give you that. And your ass is nice enough I could probably pretend if I was wasted and you didn't roll over. But I'm just not interested." That's what this is all about, right? Why would H'vier think the greenrider is actually interested in Cromese bars?

N'ky just... ''looks'' at H'vier, one brow raised up beneath his curls, lips pulled tight in an attempt to stop the laugh that's already very clearly there in his brown eyes. "I'm ''flattered''," and he seems genuine enough about it, "but I told you. I'm not gay, and I'm not interested in sleeping with you. Flights are flights." He smirks, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm bored of the Snowasis ''all'' the time. I don't know anyone else to ask... not ''really'', anyway. They're all busy with Glacier now." There's a pause as he chugs down some of his drink, before he looks back at the bronzerider, leaning in a little to allow his lowered voice to be heard. "I... I heard there are places where you can... wh-where you can ''buy''... ''y'know''. A... good time? With ''girls''." It's so awkward. He's blushing... but he doesn't look away. "''My'' sorta-girlfriend's angry that Cailluneth sent her blue to the dragonhealer."

H'vier doesn't look like he believes that. He'll probably never believe that a male greenrider isn't trying to get in his pants. But he doesn't linger on the subject. "Crom is a shit hole. Ista is where you want to go if you want good booze and hot whores." The bronzerider might as well be talking about what was being served for dinner for all the casualness he gives the conversation. He even grins. "If your girl is pissed about her dragon getting roughed up, buying a lay probably isn't the best way to get back on her good side, you know." H'vier has never been in a relationship in his life, but he'll sure tell other people how to deal with theirs.

"She sleeps with who she wants; we're not exactly ''tight'', so she's go no reason to complain about what I do." N'ky shrugs, downing another sip of his still-steaming drink. "Sp we'll do Ista, then. We were meant to go bar-hopping there - my clutchmates and I - but it never happened." There's a soft, fleeting frown that creases his brow, quickly smoothed over as he shrugs. "I don't ''care'' where, but I've been stuck with H'kon trying to settle me into the wing and ''he's''... he's ''H'kon''," is further explanation required? "and I want to have some ''fun''. D'you know that since he got tapped into Polaris, J'madri's been too hungover to see me? And even when she wasn't pissed with me, April's been having ''fun'' with her wingmates. And I have ''H'kon''." And he's not having fun.

"H'kon isn't so bad. You just need to redefine what you think fun is and you'll get on with him just fine." Which is terribly amusing to H'vier, evidently, judging by that dumb grin on his face. "Fine. We'll go to Ista, get you drunk and laid. You'll have fun. And I'll try to remember to introduce myself to your ''sorta-girlfriend'' sometime. Sounds like a grand time."

"Her name's April. She's in Snowdrift. Short," but isn't pretty much everyone, in comparison to N'ky and H'vier? "kinda -" curvy, his hands finish that off for him -" and freckly. Blue Darcielth's." His nose wrinkles a little, and he ruffles a hand through his curls. "She's not the best lay." Which might be why he doesn't sound too hung up over her being angry with him right now, and why he's excited about the prospect of ''Ista'' and all its paid-for womanly promise. "Tomorrow, then? After sweeps? Do I need anything other than marks?"

"Maybe it's not her that's the problem, hmm?" Whether April is any good doesn't seem to be a big concern for H'vier. She's new to him and that's all that really matters. "Tomorrow. Just your winning personality and those fucking curls of yours. I'm sure the whores won't care about anything but your money, though." He probably knows this from experience.

"Awesome." N'ky's certainly pleased with their plan. "Someone gave me a turn's worth of marks as a graduation present. He said to have fun... so I will." The greenrider snorts softly, the blush on his rosy cheeks flaring up as he grins. "See you in drills, H'vier." What's left in his mug is drained, the empty vessel left on the countertop before he saunters back over to his jacket, dropping heavily into the chair he vacated to go speak to the bronzerider, and joining in with whatever the rest of their wingmates are laughing at.

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Logs talk:Something To Say

2013-07-28T07:08:39Z

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Oh. Oh I ''liked'' this. XD Like, it tickled some weird little part of me like ''yes''. There are riders like this and I love that H'vier is one of them. The pig. >:D
And of course-- Poor Reisoth. >_>; You chose him, after all.
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Awesome. I love it.
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Logs:Comfort and Hope

2013-07-27T14:52:40Z

Nicky:

{{ Log
| who = Alida, N'ky
| where = Guest Weyr
| what = Alida has a squishy side. She uses it soothe N'ky.
| when =Late night, day 8, month 5, turn 32 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.07.26
| quote = "I-I'm ''naked''." "Yeah. Any other insightful observations?" "I've got socks on."
| weather =
| categories =
| mentions = April, B'rant
| ooc = Follows [[Logs:Whisky_and_Numbweed|Whisky and Numbweed]].
| icons = alida paleelf.jpg, n'ky soft.jpg
| log =
'''Guest Weyr'''

''This broad ledge is dappled with bright light in the morning and commands a lovely view of the eastern end of the bowl, including the lake and the trees that dot the shoreline. Reached by a flight of stone steps that climb up from the bowl floor, the ledge is relatively low, an easy jump down to the ground; possibly its selection was a safety precaution, so anyone stumbling out the wrong way after a flight would be unlikely to break his or her neck. Within the weyr itself is a comfortably-sized dragon wallow, rarely used but swept clean nonetheless.''

''The cavern broadens as it stretches back away from the entrance to reveal a neatly made double-sized bed pushed up against the back wall, a press at its foot with an extra blanket folded on top of it and two chairs standing guard to either side of the hearth. A rectangular table lurks against the side wall, kept stocked with a pitcher of water and a basket of seasonal fruits. The weyr is well-lit and kept immaculately clean, the refreshing scents of citron-infused sweetsand mingling with the tang of herbs.''

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How long has N'ky been hiding under a blanket in the guest weyr? Long enough for him to have wriggled about in his sleep to have his head poking up above the blanket, even though he's still totally zonked out. Anyone coming in will see a sort of trail of clothing, leading from near the entrance inwards... first his flight jacket, lying there abandoned; then boots, then, getting closer to the bed, his trousers and underthings. Anyone sharp-eyed might notice there's no shirt to be seen, though the hint of shoulder that's poking out from the blanket is bare, suggesting he's not wearing it - and no socks, either. Not that N'ky seems to care. He's oblivious and snoring softly.

And anyone with half a nose can likely also smell the scent of leftover sex on the air. As Alida's not conversant with any of the sights and scents of the aftermath of a Flight, she can only frown softly, and finally carry on in her quiet movements into the guest weyr. She's almost eerily quiet, her boots placed just so to render their thunks quite muted, the tray with a little jar of numbweed, a small ceramic jug of whiskey, and a sandwich upon it held carefully as she pads in. After moving to the side of the bed he's currently snoozing in, the blonde settles the tray down to her outside upon the floor, then turns to observe the depleted greenrider for some long seconds.

It's a bit longer than a few seconds before it registers with N'ky's sleepy conscious that there's someone there with him, and he murmurs a few incoherent words as he squirms about under the covers. Then one eye slowly cracks open, blearily spying Alida as he looks over his shoulder to see who's there. He smiles, turns back around and seems to go to sleep again - until he's suddenly blinking both eyes into awakeness, turning around to look again -- and ''yes'', that ''is'' Alida. N'ky looks confused as he sits up, scrubbing a hand through his hair as he winces groggily. "'Lida?"

"Yeah..." the blonde notes quietly, glad for the dimness of the covered glowlight about them. Leaning back against the rock wall, Alida then inquires softly, "You alright?" Pause. "I got back not long ago." From her long day's transport duties all the hell over Pern. "Brought ya' yer requests."

N'ky's expression is hard to read - there's tiredness, probably from the lack of sleep Cailluneth's caused him in the better part of the past seven; there's hurt; there's something hard to put into words - and there's a touch of relief, too, because it's ''over''. The bluerider's question, though, seems to send all of those emotions up into a rolling boil, and N'ky suddenly looks less ok than his weak little nod says he is. It quickly turns into a slow shake and he holds a hand out to his clutchmate, beckoning her over to him. The reason? Clearly for a hug.

For once, she's willing to play the oversized, scruffy 'teddy bear', given that this is an extenuating circumstance, and with that hand gesture, the guard pushes up off the wall, paces over to the side of the bed, then settles her ass down upon the edge of it, hips turned so she can at least partially face the greenie. Not a word is said, the bluie awaiting whatever might come from her clutchsib.

There's a lot of wincing as N'ky pulls himself up into a position where he can curl his arms around Alida, loosely wrapping them around her waist while he buries his face against her shoulder. He squeezes gently after sitting still for a few long moments, then tilts his head in so he's facing her neck and cuddling her closer. That's when he draws in a deep, shuddery breath, before suddenly stiffening up, head to toe, as if something's wrong.

For once, she'll honestly do the 'big sister' thing better than usual, Alida cupping one hand to the back of N'ky's head, while her other arm settles at his shoulders, lightly patting, stroking little motions upon them. She allows him to turn closer, then asking cautiously to the greenie's stiffening, "What?" She's at least partially clueless.

Alida's ''petting'' him. It makes N'ky nuzzle in closer, hiding his face against her neck, then her collarbone, then her neck again. It's almost as if he's reluctant to say whatever caused that top to tail stiffening up, and he banishes it with a shiver. But, he knows he can't hold it off forever, and while he doesn't go stiff again when he admits what caused the first wave, he ''does'' tense up, as if ready for a bad reaction. "I-I'm ''naked''."

She suffers through the more intimate contact in silence, Alida withholding her usual stiffness in order to simply be there for a friend in a time of distress. For his revelation of being naked, the woman sighs, pauses for a moment, then notes dryly, "Yeah." Beat. "Any other insightful observations?" A hint of her typical, dark humor is heard amongst some concern. And the dryness, of course.

N'ky lifts his head, looking down to where his feet can be seen beneath the covers. He wiggles them, then pulls a face. "I've got socks on." His nose wrinkles, and he curls one arm tighter around Alida's back, rocking carefully onto one hip and thigh. "And I ''ache''." His forehead's pressed back to her collarbone, and he exhales heavily. "And I'm tired, and... sore." Given how red he is with embarrassment from his cheeks to his ears, it's a wonder if she doesn't feel the heat from them through her clothing.

She *can* feel the heat from his cheeks on part of her neck, the v-ed collar of her shirt exposing some pale skin. Listening to the litany of N'ky's woes brings the woman to nod slightly, then murmur, "How 'bout you use that numbweed, eat the sandwich, guzzle yer booze, then getcher' clothes on." It sounds more like a plan than an inquiry. "The we move yer sorry a...self t'the baths fer a quick scrub before 'caeth 'n I fly ya to yer own weyr."

"A bath?" That perks N'ky up a little, audibly if not physically, as he doesn't actually ''move''. "I'd like a bath." But it involves ''moving'', and... well, he nestles back against Alida, quite comfortable where he is. "Cailluneth's very pleased with herself." Then, more quietly, he lifts his head to ask, "Have you heard anything about Darcielth? Or that, um... Fortian bronze? Or the brown? I don't even know ''which'' brown..."

"Yes. Getcha relaxed, clean." Especially the latter. Still holding the taller greenrider, Alida simply nods fractionally to word of Cailluneth, then murmuring, "He's gonna be okay. Got furrows down 'is hide that'll require a few days uv' healin' before 'e c'n Between again, but that's nothin' major." To *her*, they'd likely be the scars gained along the way to becoming a veteran of such 'battles.' If she could head quirk without injuring either of them, Alida would, but as it is... "Heard she attracted a couple non-locals, but that was it." Headshake. "C'mon now, get movin'. Don' want me ta have ta kick ya out uv bed again."

Word of April's blue makes N'ky wince, guilty-like. It's the prospect of getting another Alida-style wake-up that gets him moving at last, though, even if he's still somewhat reluctant to do so. And less ''shy'' too, as he rummages beneath the blanket then flicks it back a bit, with his shirt held over the bits Alida really doesn't need to see. It doesn't hide the red marks along the front of his thighs though, what look to be the remnants of a tight handhold, nothing more. He traces over one lightly with his fingertip, before reaching for the numbweed. "'Lida?" he looks from the marks to the bluerider, then back again. "I-if Ilicaeth ever catches Cailluneth, I swear I'll never hurt you." Holding the numbweed jar in his hand, he then looks meaningfully at her, asking her to turn around while he tends to, ah, more ''intimate'' parts.

As he finally moves, Alida slowly withdraws from N'ky, rising slowly from the bed, getting the tray and taking it to him, then moving off and turning away to allow the greenie some bit of decorum. And when he says that, the woman can't help but ducking her chin in some, not responding to her clutchsib for some moments. She's glad he can't see her face, turned away as she is. Finally, neutrally, "Don't promise wha'cha' can't be sure uv. I couldn't promise the same ta' you 'r anyone else, in the same situation." For she has no idea how she'd react.

Rustling with the covers and mattress rushes behind her will let Alida know N'ky's up and on his feet, as will the shuffle-shuffle of socked feet across the floor and an unsteady pause as he puts on his underthings. With at least that much clothing on him, the greenrider comes up to Alida, pausing behind her. "You're right, I can't be sure, but... ''Faranth'', if it were Ilicaeth and Cailluneth?" His trousers are by her feet, and he crouches to pick them up. When he stands up - wince-free, thank you numbweed! - he's smiling, tilting his head slightly to the side while clutching his pants in front of him. "Imagine how good it felt when they were playfighting. Times that by... by ''50''. Maybe ''more''."

"We still can't be sure..." Alida notes pragmatically while N'ky shuffles about, though she does move just a little when he comes up close behind her to retrieve his pants. "Guess I'll find out, sooner 'r later, some day." She sounds dark and glum about it, but fatalistically pragmatic. "Eat that sandwich so I don' have ta listen t'the Headwoman rant that it went ta waste."

That glum tone gets a reversal of roles; N'ky curls an arm gently around Alida's shoulders to give her a light, comforting squeeze. "It'll be alright, 'Lida. I'll take care of you if it happens." The 'if' is purposely used, and he rests his chin briefly atop her blonde hair before pulling away to slip his trousers on. Half-dressed, he goes for the sandwich - though only after chugging a small mouthful of whisky. "It was... intense. ''Good'', once it got to it, but so intense, and the time leading up to it, and everything... it wasn't as bad as I made it out to be. I'm just... exhausted. Emotionally, physically. And ''hurting'', but... it ''was'' good."

She readies herself for the hug, something in her feeling it coming, so Alida doesn't stiffen like she usually does at 'surprise' contact. For once, there's no snappy comeback from the bluerider, the woman simply standing there and feeling, listening to N'ky's presence as he samples that whiskey, starts chewing his sandwich. All the information the greenie can supply her with his thoughts about Cailluneth's flight are filed away for later perusal, the woman finally - if slowly - turning around to peer at her clutchsib. "Glad it was...okay fer you." For it gives her some hope for herself, even if small.

"It'll be ok for you, too." The sandwich is finished, the whisky is downed and the numbweed jar is pocketed, and it's not long before N'ky's dressed - save for his shirt. That he leaves off for reasons he keeps to himself, but he puts his jacket on over his bare skin to be led across to the baths to clean up, and happily accepts the extra whisky Alida shares with him while he dries off and warms up in the nighthearth. By the time they get up to his weyr, which is still lacking a Cailluneth, he's the fuzzier side of tipsy... and is even brave enough to risk attempting to plant a kiss on the bluerider's cheek as she puts him to bed.

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Logs:Whisky and Numbweed

2013-07-27T14:32:28Z

Nicky:

{{ Log
| who = H'vier, N'ky
| where = Guest Weyr
| what = Post-flight inevitability.
| when = Sometime at night, day 8, month 5, turn 32 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.07.26
| quote = "You should get a drink and maybe something for the pain from the healers. Not necessarily in that order. They'll tell you not to drink with whatever they give you but don't listen to them. It helps to drink."
| weather =
| categories =
| mentions = April, Sisha
| ooc = Follows [[Logs:Cailluneth%27s_First_Flight|Cailluneth's First Flight]].
| icons = h'vier gratuitous.png, n'ky puppydog.jpg
| log =
'''Guest Weyr'''

''This broad ledge is dappled with bright light in the morning and commands a lovely view of the eastern end of the bowl, including the lake and the trees that dot the shoreline. Reached by a flight of stone steps that climb up from the bowl floor, the ledge is relatively low, an easy jump down to the ground; possibly its selection was a safety precaution, so anyone stumbling out the wrong way after a flight would be unlikely to break his or her neck. Within the weyr itself is a comfortably-sized dragon wallow, rarely used but swept clean nonetheless.''

''The cavern broadens as it stretches back away from the entrance to reveal a neatly made double-sized bed pushed up against the back wall, a press at its foot with an extra blanket folded on top of it and two chairs standing guard to either side of the hearth. A rectangular table lurks against the side wall, kept stocked with a pitcher of water and a basket of seasonal fruits. The weyr is well-lit and kept immaculately clean, the refreshing scents of citron-infused sweetsand mingling with the tang of herbs.''

-----

Absolutely pliable in his spent state, N'ky happily tucks himself into the bronzerider's side, hitching one leg up to drape it over the man's thigh. With his head resting on H'vier's chest and his mussed-up curls sticking to his forehead, it's not long before he's dozing, and then fully asleep. Exactly how long it is that he's for all intents and purposes dead to the world he doesn't know, but it's pitch dark in the weyr when he finally starts to stir, no glowbaskets lit anywhere. His initial movements are gentle as he tests tender muscles, accompanied by tiny grunts of pain when something twinges especially badly. He gives up moving eventually, curling tighter against H'vier's muscular form... and ignoring the throbbing heat that courses through his stiff, sore lower regions.

It's obvious that H'vier hasn't stirred much since he fell asleep considering the fact that he's still here and he really hasn't moved much from the spot he passed out in. But N'ky's stirring starts to draw the bronzerider out of his slumber. For now, consciousness isn't exactly something that comes to him but he's aware enough that there's another person here to wrap his arms around the greenrider and pull him in close.

Close is good, because it's ''warm'', and in nothing but his turnday suit N'ky does find the spring evening a little too chilly for his liking. He nestles in against his wingmate, draping an arm low over his belly to stroke work-rough fingers idly over the skin at the top of his thigh. The greenrider sighs contentedly, tucks his leg back over H'vier's, then settles his cheek once more against the older man's chest.

It'll be nice for N'ky for a little while, then. H'vier takes a little longer to actually come around. No doubt his brain picks up on the fact that he's not alone at some point. And once it reminds him of just who he's not alone with, H'vier jerks to full alert and sits up, relinquishing any hold on the greenrider unceremoniously. "Fuck. What're you doing? What time is it... how did I sleep that long?" The last questions probably aren't directed at N'ky.

N'ky's still half-asleep enough to be caught off-guard by the sudden sitting up, and he slips from his comfortable position down to the bed. His legs remain tangled with the bronzerider's, and his arm stays somewhat draped over him still - though the whole sitting up part's knocked it considerably lower than it was. And when N'ky realises just ''what'' his arm's against, he sits up and pulls it back quickly, ignoring the sharp ache that runs through battered muscles in doing so. "I-I... I was... I-I-I..." Confusion's caught him, and he squints through the darkness at H'vier while scrubbing sleepily at his curls. "I... um... i-it's night?" Duh. The darkness is enough to give that much away, even to the tired greenrider.

"No shit, it's night." H'vier isn't stupid and he seems to take the obviousness as poking at his intelligence. "Relax, kid," is the next thing he says after he takes a moment to take a deep breath and relax himself. He lifts a hand to rub at his face before he's starting to move to the edge of the bed so he can stand up and look for discarded clothes. One might think he doesn't have plans of lingering around for very long.

N'ky pushes up onto one thigh when the bronzerider seems to be getting ready to leave, a sharp, hissed breath the only tell-tale sign of how he's hurting, given the lack of light. He squints through the dark to watch the rider's movements, before he gingerly swings his legs around to touch his feet to the floor. "A-are you... a-are you going?" Out there in the Weyr, Cailluneth is still curled up possessively close to Reisoth, which could have everything to do with N'ky asking such a question.

"That's what you do," says H'vier, all matter of fact and a little distant. "I know you're new to this and everything but I hope you didn't expect me to sit around and cuddle or something. That's not how most flights go. You fuck and then you go on your way." Or maybe that's just how flights with H'vier go. He doesn't have much information on flights that don't involve him somehow, admittedly.

"O-oh. I... yeah. That's... th-that's what you do." N'ky's frowning softly, curling his fingers into the rumpled bedspread that he's still sitting on. "I th-thought, um, maybe... m-maybe we might..." He clears his throat awkwardly, then tries standing up - only to sit heavily back down again when he realises how sore certain parts of him are. Sitting doesn't help much, but what other choices does he have? "It w-wasn't so bad," he admits, before making an allusion to their conversation before Cailluneth hit the pens: "I d-didn't forget."

"Thought we might, what? Fall in love and live happily ever after?" Okay, H'vier probably doesn't actually think that's the case but it's funny (to him) and it makes him smirk. "Good. I guess. If it's something you want to remember. Here," he says the last as he tosses the boy's shirt at him. "Are you sure you aren't-- never mind. You should get a drink and maybe something for the pain from the healers. Not necessarily in that order. They'll tell you not to drink with whatever they give you but don't listen to them. It helps to drink."

The shirt catches N'ky in the face, and he drags it down to cover parts of him that typically aren't exposed to anyone else. "Am I'm s-sure I'm not... what?" He doesn't move to pull the shirt on over his head yet, holding it in place with one hand folded over the top of the other so he's fully hiding his package. "I th-thought we might, um... that m-maybe you'd like to... um..." There's a quietly whispered 'do it', followed by a slightly louder, "again."

H'vier pulls his pants up and works at fastening them as he looks at the outline of the boy in the dark. "Are you sure you aren't a faggot? Because that's the sort of thing they say." He moves back toward the bed where N'ky is sitting so he can see him more easily. And maybe more importantly, look down on him-- at him. "Even if that was going to happen, you can barely sit down." His brow lifts like 'so how were you planning on doing it again, anyway.'

"I'm not gay," N'ky replies stiffly, frowning up at H'vier with his brows low over his brown eyes. "I-I'm... an opportunist? I have a girlfriend." But the bronzerider does have a point, even if the greenrider tries to prove it invalid by standing up. He groans, and it's not entirely because of how he's hurting. With one hand clutching his shirt in place over his bits, he slaps the other to his forehead and sinks slowly back down to the bed. "Cailluneth took Darcielth out. April's going to be m-mad..." The greenrider rolls to his side, curling up and pulling the blanket up over himself. Apparently he's not ready to go anywhere just yet.

H'vier looks a little dubious about the girlfriend thing but he shrugs. In the end, he doesn't really care what N'ky likes in the sack either way. "Tell her to get used to it. Not your fault her dragon chased. Shit happens during flights." His jaw tightens slightly at his own words. Personal experience with shitty flights, maybe. "You good on your own, then? You want me to have a drink or food sent over or something?" Which is slightly different from him getting it himself like earlier.

"I-I'm good on my own." N'ky maybe doesn't ''sound'' it, but he nods from where he's curled up under the blanket. "Maybe s-some, um... whisky? And..." His voice drops in pitch out of embarrassment, "a-and some numbweed, m-maybe?" Groaning - and no doubt blushing furiously - he pulls the blanket up over his head and hides himself completely. "A-and, um... maybe... m-maybe c-could you tell Sisha I'll, um... I'll need another day off?"

"Sure," says the bronzerider. About the whiskey and numbweed, at least. As for Sisha, that makes H'vier hesitate, frowning pensively. "Fine. But you'll owe me. I hate talking to that bitch." Which probably isn't a nice way to talk about your wingleader, let alone your Weyrleader. But he'll probably have Reisoth relay the message as it is.

From beneath the blanket, N'ky grunts softly. "Th-thank you." Then, a beat later he adds, "I like her. I-I'll, um, see you at drills, H'vier?" As ready as the other rider is to go, N'ky now seems keen to have him leave. "A-and I'll owe you one."

There's some grunted response from the bronzerider before his boots are audibly heading on their way out, slower as he pulls his shirt on and picking up a bit after he's sorted.

And for whoever turns up with whisky and numbweed - ''if'' anyone turns up - all they'll find is a sleepy, unmoving N'ky lump beneath the blanket, with only the tiniest of movements to prove he's alive. Sort of. Maybe they'll hear him snoring.

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Logs:Comfort and Hope

2013-07-27T14:31:01Z

Nicky:

{{ Log
| who = Alida, N'ky
| where = Guest Weyr
| what = Alida has a squishy side. She uses it soothe N'ky.
| when =Late night, day 8, month 5, turn 32 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.07.26
| quote = "I-I'm ''naked''." "Yeah. Any other insightful observations?" "I've got socks on."
| weather =
| categories =
| mentions = April, B'rant
| ooc = Follows [[Logs:Whisky_and_Numbweed|Whisky and Numbweed]].
| icons = alida paleelf.jpg, n'ky soft.jpg
| log =
'''Guest Weyr'''

''This broad ledge is dappled with bright light in the morning and commands a lovely view of the eastern end of the bowl, including the lake and the trees that dot the shoreline. Reached by a flight of stone steps that climb up from the bowl floor, the ledge is relatively low, an easy jump down to the ground; possibly its selection was a safety precaution, so anyone stumbling out the wrong way after a flight would be unlikely to break his or her neck. Within the weyr itself is a comfortably-sized dragon wallow, rarely used but swept clean nonetheless.''

''The cavern broadens as it stretches back away from the entrance to reveal a neatly made double-sized bed pushed up against the back wall, a press at its foot with an extra blanket folded on top of it and two chairs standing guard to either side of the hearth. A rectangular table lurks against the side wall, kept stocked with a pitcher of water and a basket of seasonal fruits. The weyr is well-lit and kept immaculately clean, the refreshing scents of citron-infused sweetsand mingling with the tang of herbs.''

-----

How long has N'ky been hiding under a blanket in the guest weyr? Long enough for him to have wriggled about in his sleep to have his head poking up above the blanket, even though he's still totally zonked out. Anyone coming in will see a sort of trail of clothing, leading from near the entrance inwards... first his flight jacket, lying there abandoned; then boots, then, getting closer to the bed, his trousers and underthings. Anyone sharp-eyed might notice there's no shirt to be see, though the hint of shoulder that's poking out from the blanket is bare, suggesting he's not wearing it - and no socks, either. Not that N'ky seems to care. He's oblivious and snoring softly.

And anyone with half a nose can likely also smell the scent of leftover sex on the air. As Alida's not conversant with any of the sights and scents of the aftermath of a Flight, she can only frown softly, and finally carry on in her quiet movements into the guest weyr. She's almost eerily quiet, her boots placed just so to render their thunks quite muted, the tray with a little jar of numbweed, a small ceramic jug of whiskey, and a sandwich upon it held carefully as she pads in. After moving to the side of the bed he's currently snoozing in, the blonde settles the tray down to her outside upon the floor, then turns to observe the depleted greenrider for some long seconds.

It's a bit longer than a few seconds before it registers with N'ky's sleepy conscious that there's someone there with him, and he murmurs a few incoherent words as he squirms about under the covers. Then one eye slowly cracks open, blearily spying Alida as he looks over his shoulder to see who's there. He smiles, turns back around and seems to go to sleep again - until he's suddenly blinking both eyes into awakeness, turning around to look again -- and ''yes'', that ''is'' Alida. N'ky looks confused as he sits up, scrubbing a hand through his hair as he winces groggily. "'Lida?"

"Yeah..." the blonde notes quietly, glad for the dimness of the covered glowlight about them. Leaning back against the rock wall, Alida then inquires softly, "You alright?" Pause. "I got back not long ago." From her long day's transport duties all the hell over Pern. "Brought ya' yer requests."

N'ky's expression is hard to read - there's tiredness, probably from the lack of sleep Cailluneth's caused him in the better part of the past seven; there's hurt; there's something hard to put into words - and there's a touch of relief, too, because it's ''over''. The bluerider's question, though, seems to send all of those emotions up into a rolling boil, and N'ky suddenly looks less ok than his weak little nod says he is. It quickly turns into a slow shake and he holds a hand out to his clutchmate, beckoning her over to him. The reason? Clearly for a hug.

For once, she's willing to play the oversized, scruffy 'teddy bear', given that this is an extenuating circumstance, and with that hand gesture, the guard pushes up off the wall, paces over to the side of the bed, then settled her ass down upon the edge of it, hips turned so she can at least partially face the greenie. Not a word is said, the bluie awaiting whatever might come from her clutchsib.

There's a lot of wincing as N'ky pulls himself up into a position where he can curl his arms around Alida, loosely wrapping them around her waist while he buries his face against her shoulder. He squeezes gently after sitting still for a few long moments, then tilts his head in so he's facing her neck and cuddling her closer. That's when he draws in a deep, shuddery breath, before suddenly stiffening up, head to toe, as if something's wrong.

For once, she'll honestly do the 'big sister' thing better than usual, Alida cupping one hand to the back of N'ky's head, while her other arm settles at his shoulders, lightly patting, stroking little motions upon them. She allows him to turn closer, then asking cautiously to the greenie's stiffening, "What?" She's at least partially clueless.

Alida's ''petting'' him. It makes N'ky nuzzle in closer, hiding his face against her neck, then her collarbone, then her neck again. It's almost as if he's reluctant to stay whatever caused that top to tail stiffening up, and he banishes it with a shiver. But, he knows he can't hold it off forever, and while he doesn't go stiff again when he admits what caused the first wave, he ''does'' tense up, as if ready for a bad reaction. "I-I'm ''naked''."

She suffers through the more intimate contact in silence, Alida withholding her usual stiffness in order to simply be there for a friend in a time of distress. For his revelation of being naked, the woman sighs, pauses for a moment, then notes dryly, "Yeah." Beat. "Any other insightful observations?" A hint of her typical, dark humor is heard amongst some concern. And the dryness, of course.

N'ky lifts his head, looking down to where his feet can be seen beneath the covers. He wiggles them, then pulls a face. "I've got socks on." His nose wrinkles, and he curls one arm tighter around Alida's back, rocking carefully onto one hip and thigh. "And I ''ache''." His forehead's pressed back to her collarbone, and he exhales heavily. "And I'm tired, and... sore." Given how red he is with embarrassment from his cheeks to his ears, it's a wonder she doesn't feel the heat from them through her clothing.
She *can* feel the heat from his cheeks on part of her neck, the v-ed collar of her shirt exposing some pale skin. Listening to the litany of N'ky's woes brings the woman to nod slightly, then murmur, "How 'bout you use that numbweed, eat the sandwich, guzzle yer booze, then getcher' clothes on." It sounds more like a plan than an inquiry. "The we move yer sorry a...self t'the baths fer a quick scrub before 'caeth 'n I fly ya to yer own weyr."

"A bath?" That perks N'ky up a little, audibly if not physically, as he doesn't actually ''move''. "I'd like a bath." But it involves ''moving'', and... well, he nestles back against Alida, quite comfortable where he is. "Cailluneth's very pleased with herself." Then, more quietly, he lifts his head to ask, "Have you heard anything about Darcielth? Or that, um... Fortian bronze? Or the brown? I don't even know ''which'' brown..."

"Yes. Getcha relaxed, clean." Especially the latter. Still holding the taller greenrider, Alida simply nods fractionally to word of Cailluneth, then murmuring, "He's gonna be okay. Got furrows down 'is hide that'll require a few days uv' healin' before 'e c'n Between again, but that's nothin' major." To *her*, they'd likely be the scars gained along the way to becoming a veteran of such 'battles.' If she could head quirk without injuring either of them, Alida would, but as it is... "Heard she attracted a couple non-locals, but that was it." Headshake. "C'mon now, get movin'. Don' want me ta have ta kick ya out uv bed again."

Word of April's blue makes N'ky wince, guilty-like. It's the prospect of getting another Alida-style wake-up that gets him moving at last, though, even if he's still somewhat reluctant to do so. And less ''shy'' too, as he rummages beneath the blanket then flicks it back a bit, with his shirt held over the bits Alida really doesn't need to see. It doesn't hide the red marks along the front of his thighs though, what looking to be the remnants of a tight handhold, nothing more. He traces over one lightly with his fingertip, before reaching for the numbweed. "'Lida?" he looks from the marks to the bluerider, then back again. "I-if Ilicaeth ever catches Cailluneth, I swear I'll never hurt you." Holding the numbweed jar in his hand, he then looks meaningfully at her, asking her to turn around while he tends to, ah, more ''intimate'' parts.

As he finally moves, Alida slowly withdraws from N'ky, rising slowly from the bed, getting the tray and taking it to him, then moving off and turning away to allow the greenie some bit of decorum. And when he says that, the woman can't help but ducking her chin in some, not responding to her clutchsib for some moments. She's glad he can't see her face, turned away as she is. Finally, neutrally, "Don't promise wha'cha' can't be sure uv. I couldn't promise the same ta' you 'r anyone else, in the same situation." For she has no idea how she'd react.

Rustling with the covers and mattress rushes behind her will let Alida know N'ky's up and on his feet, and the shuffle-shuffle of socked feet across the floor and an unsteady pause as he puts on his underthings. With at least that much clothing on him, the greenrider comes up to Alida, pausing behind her. "You're right, I can't be sure, but... ''Faranth'', if it were Ilicaeth and Cailluneth?" His trousers are by her feet, and he crouches to pick them up. When he stands up - wince-free, thank you numbweed! - he's smiling, tilting his head slightly to the side while clutching his pants in front of him. "Imagine how good it felt when they were playfighting. Times that by... by ''50''. Maybe ''more''."

"We still can't be sure..." Alida notes pragmatically while N'ky shuffles about, though she does move just a little when he comes up close behind her to retrieve his pants. "Guess I'll find out, sooner 'r later, some day." She sounds dark and glum about it, but fatalistically pragmatic. "Eat that sandwich so I don' have ta listen t'the Headwoman rant that it went ta waste."

That glum tone gets a reversal of roles; N'ky curls an arm gently around Alida's shoulders to give her a light, comforting squeeze. "It'll be alright, 'Lida. I'll take care of you if it happens." The 'if' is purposely used, and he rests his chin briefly atop her blonde hair before pulling away to slip his trousers on. Half-dressed, he goes for the sandwich - though only after chugging a small mouthful of whisky. "It was... intense. ''Good'', once it got to it, but so intense, and the time leading up to it, and everything... it wasn't as bad as I made it out to be. I'm just... exhausted. Emotionally, physically. And ''hurting'', but... it ''was'' good."

She readies herself for the hug, something in her feeling it coming, so Alida doesn't stiffen like she usually does at 'surprise' contact. For once, there's no snappy comeback from the bluerider, the woman simply standing there and feeling, listening to N'ky's presence as he samples that whiskey, starts chewing his sandwich. All the information the greenie can supply her with his thoughts about Cailluneth's flight are filed away for later perusal, the woman finally - if slowly - turning around to peer at her clutchsib. "Glad it was...okay fer you." For it gives her some hope for herself, even if small.

"It'll be ok for you, too." The sandwich is finished, the whisky is downed and the numbweed jar is pocketed, and it's not long before N'ky's dressed - save for his shirt. That he leaves off for reasons he keeps to himself, but he puts his jacket on over his bare skin to be led across to the baths to clean up, and happily accepts the extra whisky Alida shares with him while he dries off and warms up in the nighthearth. By the time they get up to his weyr, which is still lacking a Cailluneth, he's the fuzzier side of tipsy... and is even brave enough to risk attempting to plant a kiss on the bluerider's cheek as she puts him to bed.

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N'ky

2013-07-27T14:29:49Z

Nicky:

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|mother=Carea
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|playedby=Mika (Michael Holbrook Penniman, Jr)
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== Description ==
Thick curls crown his head like an unruly umber halo, glossy in their dark cocoa shade. They're cut to a length where he often has to brush them from his large, honey-flecked brown eyes. Overall, he's been somewhat lucky in the features department, with his natural light tan topped up by riding experience, a gentle bump in the bridge of his otherwise slender nose to suggest a break at some point, and cupid's bow lips that hide front teeth that are perhaps a tad too big, with a slight gap between the foremost two. Standing at 6'3 he remains perpetually coltish, with long limbs, narrow shoulders, chest and hips, to which rangy muscle adds some definition, but very little bulk.
N'ky is dressed suitably for a rider; his butter-soft black leathers look new, paired with a matching jacket lined with white fleece, underneath which he wears a shirt that's well-loved, faded from black to charcoal. The knee-high boots he wears seem hardly worn, buffed to a proud sheen. On his shoulder is a knot denoting him as a greenrideer at High Reaches Weyr, while a badge positioned proudly on his chest shows that he flies with Avalanche.

== WYSK ==
* He was born in Far Reach Holding, where the livelihood revolves mostly around Beastcrafting and trade of woolly animal-related goods - including the animals themselves.
* He's never actually used it since he grew up being called Nicky and he hasn't told anyone, but his real pre-Impression name is Nycaen (nih-cay-en).
* He was training to be a farrier like his uncle Ansly, who's a trained Smith and posted to High Reaches Weyr - that's how Nicky ended up there, shortly after Hraedhyth and Iesaryth rose.
* N'ky has official Smith metalwork training and official Beastcraft training in hoof care, specifically for runners, but was never apprenticed to either Craft
* He also has a stutter, but he's been working on it and has it mostly under control. It does, however, come back when his emotions are high; to those who know him, it's a tell-tale sign that he's nervous, excited, or worried.
* His outlook in terms of Weyr politics is traditional; though he's not protesting the current leadership situation in High Reaches as much as he did before - perhaps he's come to accept it?
* He was asked by K'del to stand for the double clutches of gold Hraedhyth and brown Szadath, and gold Iesaryth and brown Arekoth in Turn 30.
* Straight to the Heart Green Cailluneth found him on the Sands in Turn 31, and made him her N'ky.
* Once he was allowed to go between on his own, he went home... and after being told he was no longer part of the family, Cailluneth tore into a flock of Far Reach ovines. Needless to say, he left in a hurry, and his family were ''not'' pleased. There's been on-going ill-feelings between the holding and Weyr since.
* On day 3, month 4, Turn 32, he was tapped by then-Acting Weyrleader Sisha into her wing, Avalanche.
* He spends a lot of his free time outside of the Weyr.

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== History ==
===Pre-impression===
Nicky grew up as the middle child in a large brood, one of many children on the family-owned Far Reach Holding ("where the men are men and the woollies are nervous"). His upbringing was full of cousins, sheep, runners and chores, until he was old enough to settle on an occupation. He chose to follow in his favourite uncle's footsteps to become a farrier, and went off to the Smith Hall for a couple of turns of metalwork training, before returning home to study hoof care, specifically for runners, under the Beastcrafter posted there. In his 17th turn he moved to High Reaches Weyr to continue his training under his uncle Ansly, who had been posted there; within a few months of arriving, he was [[Logs:Logical_Fallacies|asked by K'del to stand as a Candidate for Hraedhyth and Iesaryth's clutches]]. His Candidacy was filled with all sorts of self-revelations - but nothing made an impact on him quite like Impressing his Cailluneth, when she hatched in Turn 32.

===Weyrlinghood===
Weyrlinghood was a series of ups and downs for N'ky, mostly on an emotional scale, as he struggled with issues of self-worth amongst turbulent friendships. He proved to fail miserably at mathematics and almost-miserably at history in the mandatory weyrling classes; while he did eventually test out of the latter, tuition for the former is ongoing due to his inability to process numbers (see dyscalculia section below). Possibly the highlight of his weyrling period was spent as wingleader of Flurry during their seventh month of training; another high point, that helped him to regain a little self-confidence, was working with Cirrus, the second weyrling wing, in month 6.

''For a full, month by month weyrlinghood recap, [[N%27ky%27s_Weyrlinghood_Recap|click here]].''

===Family Matters===
Late in month 12, turn 31, N'ky returned home to see his family for the first time in over a turn, and to introduce them to Cailluneth. [[Logs:Renounced|It didn't go especially well]]; an emotional flare-up and careless thinking after his father renounced N'ky as kin caused Cailluneth to attack a flock of his family's pregnant ewes, felling four before he could stop her. His father wrote a letter of complaint to the Weyr and High Reaches Hold, leading to N'ky being [[Logs:Repercussions|made to pay for the killed ovines]], amongst other consequences. Needless to say, it left family ties strained, even amongst his youngest sisters and Ansly. The Weyr and High Reaches Hold received a letter of complaint from Lenwyh demanding compensation for the ewes killed, leaving N'ky 3.5 marks in debt to his former home. To try and pay it off as soon as possible, he took to visiting Southern and hunting ovines there for their fleece and hides, which he sold on to various trader caravans - contacts he remembered dealing with from his days at Far Reach.

===Graduation===
[[Logs:Graduation|The end of weyrlinghood was bittersweet]]. N'ky had settled into the routine of it all, and the thought of everything changing ''again'' didn't appeal to him, but, at the same time, he was glad to have graduated. As he had been doing before becoming a full rider, he continued to be somewhat withdrawn, keeping to himself and Cailluneth when not fulfilling his obligations. Three days after graduating, [[Logs:The_Weyrleader%27s_Wing|N'ky was tapped into Avalanche by Wingleader and then Acting Weyrleader, Sisha]]. The toughest part of ''that'' was knowing he'd be 'looked after' during his settling-in period by H'kon, someone he'd never particularly got along with.

===Southern Ventures===
Known only to a very select few, N'ky has been doing more than merely catching and harvesting ovines in Southern since his run-in with his family; he's spending his time searching for the perfect island location to be able to set up a more sustainable ovine-rearing venture.

===Cailluneth's Flight History===
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; [[Logs:Cailluneth%27s_First_Flight|Cailluneth's First Flight]]
: RL Time: July 26, 2013
: IC Time: Early evening, day 8, month 5, turn 32 of Interval 10
: Winner: [[H'vier]]'s bronze [[Dragon:A_Study_in_Bronze_Reisoth|Reisoth]]
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== N'ky's Relationships ==
===Family===
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[[Image:reawyh.jpg|left]]
; Reawyh
: '''Relationship''': Younger sister (-7)
: '''Location''': Far Reach Holding
: ''Play-by: Tuba Buyukustun''
: His youngest and favourite sister, N'ky writes to Reawyh often. She's very similar in temperament to him and they get along well.
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[[Image:lyrea.jpg|left]]
; Lyrea
: '''Relationship''': Younger sister (-4)
: '''Location''': Far Reach Holding
: ''Play-by: Beren Saat''
: While not as close to her as he is Reawyh, N'ky keeps in touch with Lyrea and values her advice, though he isn't asking for it as much of late.
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''Growing up, N'ky spent a lot of his time with his two younger siblings. They were always a tight little trio as the youngest of their parents' brood, and, despite the fall-out with the rest of his family, N'ky remains close to them. He doesn't share a similar relationship with his older brothers and sister; they highly disapprove of him going to the Weyr, and even more so of his Impression.''

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[[Image:ansly.jpg|left]]
; Ansly
: '''Relationship''': Paternal Uncle
: '''Location''': Far Reach Holding, Smith Hall
: ''Play-by: Tolgahan Sayisman''
: Ansly is his father's youngest brother, and the man who persuaded N'ky to not only pursue a career as a farrier, but to join him in his posting at High Reaches Weyr, too.
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''The rest of N'ky's family have [[Logs:Renounced|renounced him]], following his Impression. They weren't keen on him going to the Weyr in the first place; but going to the Weyr and Impressing was too much for the anti-dragonrider family.''
===Friends===
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; '''[[Alida]]'''
; '''[[April]]'''
; '''[[Barnabas|Bones]]'''
; '''[[D'kan]]'''
; '''[[Hana]]'''
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; '''[[J'madri]]'''
; '''[[K'zin]]'''
; '''[[Mave]]'''
; '''[[Meara]]'''
; '''[[Sabella]]'''
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===Acquaintances===
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; '''[[Aishani]]'''
; '''[[Azaylia]]'''
; '''[[E'sren]]'''
; '''[[H'kon]]'''
; '''[[Jo]]'''
; '''[[K'del]]'''
; '''[[Aukiri|Kiri]]'''
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; '''[[Madilla]]'''
; '''[[Quinlys]]'''
; '''[[Sisha]]'''
; '''[[Telavi]]'''
; '''[[Val]]'''
; '''[[Vienne]]'''
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==Random Stuff==

=== Soundtrack ===

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; '''N’ky and Cailluneth:''' [http://youtu.be/vKBLLbwbqiY Mika – The Origin of Love]
:''From the air I breathe, to the love I need
:''Everything I know
:''You're the origin of love
:''From God above, to the one I love
:''Everything that's true
:''The origin is you

; '''N’ky and Cailluneth:''' [http://youtu.be/3b8btcCmL0c Mika – Underwater]
:''When I fall to my feet
:''Wearin' my heart on my sleeve
:''All I see just don't make sense
:''You are the port of my call
:''You shot and leavin' me raw
:''Now I know you're amazing
:''Cause all I need
:''Is the love you breathe
:''Put your lips on me and
:''I can live underwater

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; '''N’ky and Cailluneth:''' [http://youtu.be/1gY01SBClt8 Sara Bareilles - Kaleidoscope Heart]
:''All the colors
:''Of the rainbow
:''Hidden 'neath my skin
:''Hearts have colors
:''Don't we all know?
:''Red runs through our veins
:''Feel the fire burning up
:''Inspire me with blood
:''Of blue and green
:''I have hope
:''Inside is not a heart
:''But a kaleidoscope

; '''N’ky:''' [http://youtu.be/yUZSdZoPFBs Mika – Stardust]
:''I could a little stardust in your eyes
:''Put a little sunshine in your life
:''Give me a little heart and feel the same

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===Dyscalculia===
N'ky has trouble with numbers, maths, dates and so on, which especially came to prominence during his weyrling months when he struggled with remedial maths and history classes. See [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dyscalculia this] for a full explanation, though the following symptoms (as per the link) are applicable to him:

; Most applicable:
: Frequent difficulties with arithmetic
: Difficulty with multiplication-tables, and subtraction-tables, addition tables, division tables, mental arithmetic, etc
: Difficulty reading musical notation
: Often unable to grasp and remember mathematical concepts, rules, formulae, and sequences
: Might do exceptionally well in a writing-related field — authors and journalists are more likely than average to have the disorder

; To a degree:
: Having particular difficulty mentally estimating the measurement of an object or distance (e.g., whether something is 10 or 20 feet (3 or 6 meters) away)
: Inability to concentrate on mentally intensive tasks
: Low latent inhibition, i.e. over-sensitivity to noise, smell, light and the inability to tune out, filtering unwanted information or impressions. Might have a well-developed sense of imagination due to this (possibly as cognitive compensation to mathematical–numeric deficits)

; To a lesser degree:
: Difficulty with conceptualizing time and judging the passing of time. May be chronically late or early (he’ll nearly always be early).

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=== D&D Character ===

As per [http://www.easydamus.com/character.html this]:

; Lawful Good Human Paladin
: '''Alignment:''' Lawful Good- A lawful good character acts as a good person is expected or required to act. He combines a commitment to oppose evil with the discipline to fight relentlessly. He tells the truth, keeps his word, helps those in need, and speaks out against injustice. A lawful good character hates to see the guilty go unpunished. Lawful good is the best alignment you can be because it combines honor and compassion. However, lawful good can be a dangerous alignment when it restricts freedom and criminalizes self-interest.
: '''Race:''' Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.
: '''Class:''' Paladins- Paladins take their adventures seriously, and even a mundane mission is, in the heart of the paladin, a personal test an opportunity to demonstrate bravery, to learn tactics, and to find ways to do good. Divine power protects these warriors of virtue, warding off harm, protecting from disease, healing, and guarding against fear. The paladin can also direct this power to help others, healing wounds or curing diseases, and also use it to destroy evil. Experienced paladins can smite evil foes and turn away undead. A paladin's Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that they can cast. Many of the paladin's special abilities also benefit from a high Charisma score.

== Recent RP Logs and Vignettes ==
: The full list is available [[N'ky/Logs#RP_Logs|here]].
: Click [[N'ky/Logs#Mentions|here]] for logs N'ky is mentioned in.
: Click [[N'ky/Logs#Pre-Impression_RP_Logs|here]] for N'ky's pre-Impression logs.
: Click [[N'ky/Logs#Pre-Impression_Mentions|here]] for logs N'ky was mentioned in, pre-Impression.

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Logs:Comfort and Hope

2013-07-27T10:35:37Z

Nicky: Created page with "{{ Log | who = Alida, N'ky | where = Guest Weyr | what = Alida has a squishy side. She uses it soothe N'ky. | when =Late night, day 8, month 5, turn 32 of Interval 10. | game..."

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| who = Alida, N'ky
| where = Guest Weyr
| what = Alida has a squishy side. She uses it soothe N'ky.
| when =Late night, day 8, month 5, turn 32 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.07.26
| quote = "I-I'm ''naked''." "Yeah. Any other insightful observations?" "I've got socks on."
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| mentions = April, B'rant
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'''Guest Weyr'''

''This broad ledge is dappled with bright light in the morning and commands a lovely view of the eastern end of the bowl, including the lake and the trees that dot the shoreline. Reached by a flight of stone steps that climb up from the bowl floor, the ledge is relatively low, an easy jump down to the ground; possibly its selection was a safety precaution, so anyone stumbling out the wrong way after a flight would be unlikely to break his or her neck. Within the weyr itself is a comfortably-sized dragon wallow, rarely used but swept clean nonetheless.''

''The cavern broadens as it stretches back away from the entrance to reveal a neatly made double-sized bed pushed up against the back wall, a press at its foot with an extra blanket folded on top of it and two chairs standing guard to either side of the hearth. A rectangular table lurks against the side wall, kept stocked with a pitcher of water and a basket of seasonal fruits. The weyr is well-lit and kept immaculately clean, the refreshing scents of citron-infused sweetsand mingling with the tang of herbs.''

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How long has N'ky been hiding under a blanket in the guest weyr? Long enough for him to have wriggled about in his sleep to have his head poking up above the blanket, even though he's still totally zonked out. Anyone coming in will see a sort of trail of clothing, leading from near the entrance inwards... first his flight jacket, lying there abandoned; then boots, then, getting closer to the bed, his trousers and underthings. Anyone sharp-eyed might notice there's no shirt to be see, though the hint of shoulder that's poking out from the blanket is bare, suggesting he's not wearing it - and no socks, either. Not that N'ky seems to care. He's oblivious and snoring softly.

And anyone with half a nose can likely also smell the scent of leftover sex on the air. As Alida's not conversant with any of the sights and scents of the aftermath of a Flight, she can only frown softly, and finally carry on in her quiet movements into the guest weyr. She's almost eerily quiet, her boots placed just so to render their thunks quite muted, the tray with a little jar of numbweed, a small ceramic jug of whiskey, and a sandwich upon it held carefully as she pads in. After moving to the side of the bed he's currently snoozing in, the blonde settles the tray down to her outside upon the floor, then turns to observe the depleted greenrider for some long seconds.

It's a bit longer than a few seconds before it registers with N'ky's sleepy conscious that there's someone there with him, and he murmurs a few incoherent words as he squirms about under the covers. Then one eye slowly cracks open, blearily spying Alida as he looks over his shoulder to see who's there. He smiles, turns back around and seems to go to sleep again - until he's suddenly blinking both eyes into awakeness, turning around to look again -- and ''yes'', that ''is'' Alida. N'ky looks confused as he sits up, scrubbing a hand through his hair as he winces groggily. "'Lida?"

"Yeah..." the blonde notes quietly, glad for the dimness of the covered glowlight about them. Leaning back against the rock wall, Alida then inquires softly, "You alright?" Pause. "I got back not long ago." From her long day's transport duties all the hell over Pern. "Brought ya' yer requests."

N'ky's expression is hard to read - there's tiredness, probably from the lack of sleep Cailluneth's caused him in the better part of the past seven; there's hurt; there's something hard to put into words - and there's a touch of relief, too, because it's ''over''. The bluerider's question, though, seems to send all of those emotions up into a rolling boil, and N'ky suddenly looks less ok than his weak little nod says he is. It quickly turns into a slow shake and he holds a hand out to his clutchmate, beckoning her over to him. The reason? Clearly for a hug.

For once, she's willing to play the oversized, scruffy 'teddy bear', given that this is an extenuating circumstance, and with that hand gesture, the guard pushes up off the wall, paces over to the side of the bed, then settled her ass down upon the edge of it, hips turned so she can at least partially face the greenie. Not a word is said, the bluie awaiting whatever might come from her clutchsib.

There's a lot of wincing as N'ky pulls himself up into a position where he can curl his arms around Alida, loosely wrapping them around her waist while he buries his face against her shoulder. He squeezes gently after sitting still for a few long moments, then tilts his head in so he's facing her neck and cuddling her closer. That's when he draws in a deep, shuddery breath, before suddenly stiffening up, head to toe, as if something's wrong.

For once, she'll honestly do the 'big sister' thing better than usual, Alida cupping one hand to the back of N'ky's head, while her other arm settles at his shoulders, lightly patting, stroking little motions upon them. She allows him to turn closer, then asking cautiously to the greenie's stiffening, "What?" She's at least partially clueless.

Alida's ''petting'' him. It makes N'ky nuzzle in closer, hiding his face against her neck, then her collarbone, then her neck again. It's almost as if he's reluctant to stay whatever caused that top to tail stiffening up, and he banishes it with a shiver. But, he knows he can't hold it off forever, and while he doesn't go stiff again when he admits what caused the first wave, he ''does'' tense up, as if ready for a bad reaction. "I-I'm ''naked''."

She suffers through the more intimate contact in silence, Alida withholding her usual stiffness in order to simply be there for a friend in a time of distress. For his revelation of being naked, the woman sighs, pauses for a moment, then notes dryly, "Yeah." Beat. "Any other insightful observations?" A hint of her typical, dark humor is heard amongst some concern. And the dryness, of course.

N'ky lifts his head, looking down to where his feet can be seen beneath the covers. He wiggles them, then pulls a face. "I've got socks on." His nose wrinkles, and he curls one arm tighter around Alida's back, rocking carefully onto one hip and thigh. "And I ''ache''." His forehead's pressed back to her collarbone, and he exhales heavily. "And I'm tired, and... sore." Given how red he is with embarrassment from his cheeks to his ears, it's a wonder she doesn't feel the heat from them through her clothing.
She *can* feel the heat from his cheeks on part of her neck, the v-ed collar of her shirt exposing some pale skin. Listening to the litany of N'ky's woes brings the woman to nod slightly, then murmur, "How 'bout you use that numbweed, eat the sandwich, guzzle yer booze, then getcher' clothes on." It sounds more like a plan than an inquiry. "The we move yer sorry a...self t'the baths fer a quick scrub before 'caeth 'n I fly ya to yer own weyr."

"A bath?" That perks N'ky up a little, audibly if not physically, as he doesn't actually ''move''. "I'd like a bath." But it involves ''moving'', and... well, he nestles back against Alida, quite comfortable where he is. "Cailluneth's very pleased with herself." Then, more quietly, he lifts his head to ask, "Have you heard anything about Darcielth? Or that, um... Fortian bronze? Or the brown? I don't even know ''which'' brown..."

"Yes. Getcha relaxed, clean." Especially the latter. Still holding the taller greenrider, Alida simply nods fractionally to word of Cailluneth, then murmuring, "He's gonna be okay. Got furrows down 'is hide that'll require a few days uv' healin' before 'e c'n Between again, but that's nothin' major." To *her*, they'd likely be the scars gained along the way to becoming a veteran of such 'battles.' If she could head quirk without injuring either of them, Alida would, but as it is... "Heard she attracted a couple non-locals, but that was it." Headshake. "C'mon now, get movin'. Don' want me ta have ta kick ya out uv bed again."

Word of April's blue makes N'ky wince, guilty-like. It's the prospect of getting another Alida-style wake-up that gets him moving at last, though, even if he's still somewhat reluctant to do so. And less ''shy'' too, as he rummages beneath the blanket then flicks it back a bit, with his shirt held over the bits Alida really doesn't need to see. It doesn't hide the red marks along the front of his thighs though, what looking to be the remnants of a tight handhold, nothing more. He traces over one lightly with his fingertip, before reaching for the numbweed. "'Lida?" he looks from the marks to the bluerider, then back again. "I-if Ilicaeth ever catches Cailluneth, I swear I'll never hurt you." Holding the numbweed jar in his hand, he then looks meaningfully at her, asking her to turn around while he tends to, ah, more ''intimate'' parts.

As he finally moves, Alida slowly withdraws from N'ky, rising slowly from the bed, getting the tray and taking it to him, then moving off and turning away to allow the greenie some bit of decorum. And when he says that, the woman can't help but ducking her chin in some, not responding to her clutchsib for some moments. She's glad he can't see her face, turned away as she is. Finally, neutrally, "Don't promise wha'cha' can't be sure uv. I couldn't promise the same ta' you 'r anyone else, in the same situation." For she has no idea how she'd react.

Rustling with the covers and mattress rushes behind her will let Alida know N'ky's up and on his feet, and the shuffle-shuffle of socked feet across the floor and an unsteady pause as he puts on his underthings. With at least that much clothing on him, the greenrider comes up to Alida, pausing behind her. "You're right, I can't be sure, but... ''Faranth'', if it were Ilicaeth and Cailluneth?" His trousers are by her feet, and he crouches to pick them up. When he stands up - wince-free, thank you numbweed! - he's smiling, tilting his head slightly to the side while clutching his pants in front of him. "Imagine how good it felt when they were playfighting. Times that by... by ''50''. Maybe ''more''."

"We still can't be sure..." Alida notes pragmatically while N'ky shuffles about, though she does move just a little when he comes up close behind her to retrieve his pants. "Guess I'll find out, sooner 'r later, some day." She sounds dark and glum about it, but fatalistically pragmatic. "Eat that sandwich so I don' have ta listen t'the Headwoman rant that it went ta waste."

That glum tone gets a reversal of roles; N'ky curls an arm gently around Alida's shoulders to give her a light, comforting squeeze. "It'll be alright, 'Lida. I'll take care of you if it happens." The 'if' is purposely used, and he rests his chin briefly atop her blonde hair before pulling away to slip his trousers on. Half-dressed, he goes for the sandwich - though only after chugging a small mouthful of whisky. "It was... intense. ''Good'', once it got to it, but so intense, and the time leading up to it, and everything... it wasn't as bad as I made it out to be. I'm just... exhausted. Emotionally, physically. And ''hurting'', but... it ''was'' good."

She readies herself for the hug, something in her feeling it coming, so Alida doesn't stiffen like she usually does at 'surprise' contact. For once, there's no snappy comeback from the bluerider, the woman simply standing there and feeling, listening to N'ky's presence as he samples that whiskey, starts chewing his sandwich. All the information the greenie can supply her with his thoughts about Cailluneth's flight are filed away for later perusal, the woman finally - if slowly - turning around to peer at her clutchsib. "Glad it was...okay fer you." For it gives her some hope for herself, even if small.

"It'll be ok for you, too." The sandwich is finished, the whisky is downed and the numbweed jar is pocketed, and it's not long before N'ky's dressed - save for his shirt. That he leaves off for reasons he keeps to himself, but he puts his jacket on over his bare skin to be led across to the baths to clean up, and happily accepts the extra whisky Alida shares with him while he dries off and warms up in the nighthearth. By the time they get up to his weyr, which is still lacking a Cailluneth, he's the fuzzier side of tipsy... and is even brave enough to risk attempting to plant a kiss on the bluerider's cheek as she puts him to bed.

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Logs:Whisky and Numbweed

2013-07-27T07:01:27Z

Nicky: Created page with "{{ Log | who = H'vier, N'ky | where = Guest Weyr | what = Post-flight inevitability. | when = Sometime at night, day 8, month 5, turn 32 of Interval 10. | gamedate = 2013.07...."

{{ Log
| who = H'vier, N'ky
| where = Guest Weyr
| what = Post-flight inevitability.
| when = Sometime at night, day 8, month 5, turn 32 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.07.26
| quote = "You should get a drink and maybe something for the pain from the healers. Not necessarily in that order. They'll tell you not to drink with whatever they give you but don't listen to them. It helps to drink."
| weather =
| categories =
| mentions = April, Sisha
| ooc =
| icons = n'ky puppydog.jpg
| log =
'''Guest Weyr'''

''This broad ledge is dappled with bright light in the morning and commands a lovely view of the eastern end of the bowl, including the lake and the trees that dot the shoreline. Reached by a flight of stone steps that climb up from the bowl floor, the ledge is relatively low, an easy jump down to the ground; possibly its selection was a safety precaution, so anyone stumbling out the wrong way after a flight would be unlikely to break his or her neck. Within the weyr itself is a comfortably-sized dragon wallow, rarely used but swept clean nonetheless.''

''The cavern broadens as it stretches back away from the entrance to reveal a neatly made double-sized bed pushed up against the back wall, a press at its foot with an extra blanket folded on top of it and two chairs standing guard to either side of the hearth. A rectangular table lurks against the side wall, kept stocked with a pitcher of water and a basket of seasonal fruits. The weyr is well-lit and kept immaculately clean, the refreshing scents of citron-infused sweetsand mingling with the tang of herbs.''

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Absolutely pliable in his spent state, N'ky happily tucks himself into the bronzerider's side, hitching one leg up to drape it over the man's thigh. With his head resting on H'vier's chest and his mussed-up curls sticking to his forehead, it's not long before he's dozing, and then fully asleep. Exactly how long it is that he's for all intents and purposes dead to the world he doesn't know, but it's pitch dark in the weyr when he finally starts to stir, no glowbaskets lit anywhere. His initial movements are gentle as he tests tender muscles, accompanied by tiny grunts of pain when something twinges especially badly. He gives up moving eventually, curling tighter against H'vier's muscular form... and ignoring the throbbing heat that courses through his stiff, sore lower regions.

It's obvious that H'vier hasn't stirred much since he fell asleep considering the fact that he's still here and he really hasn't moved much from the spot he passed out in. But N'ky's stirring starts to draw the bronzerider out of his slumber. For now, consciousness isn't exactly something that comes to him but he's aware enough that there's another person here to wrap his arms around the greenrider and pull him in close.

Close is good, because it's ''warm'', and in nothing but his turnday suit N'ky does find the spring evening a little too chilly for his liking. He nestles in against his wingmate, draping an arm low over his belly to stroke work-rough fingers idly over the skin at the top of his thigh. The greenrider sighs contentedly, tucks his leg back over H'vier's, then settles his cheek once more against the older man's chest.

It'll be nice for N'ky for a little while, then. H'vier takes a little longer to actually come around. No doubt his brain picks up on the fact that he's not alone at some point. And once it reminds him of just who he's not alone with, H'vier jerks to full alert and sits up, relinquishing any hold on the greenrider unceremoniously. "Fuck. What're you doing? What time is it... how did I sleep that long?" The last questions probably aren't directed at N'ky.

N'ky's still half-asleep enough to be caught off-guard by the sudden sitting up, and he slips from his comfortable position down to the bed. His legs remain tangled with the bronzerider's, and his arm stays somewhat draped over him still - though the whole sitting up part's knocked it considerably lower than it was. And when N'ky realises just ''what'' his arm's against, he sits up and pulls it back quickly, ignoring the sharp ache that runs through battered muscles in doing so. "I-I... I was... I-I-I..." Confusion's caught him, and he squints through the darkness at H'vier while scrubbing sleepily at his curls. "I... um... i-it's night?" Duh. The darkness is enough to give that much away, even to the tired greenrider.

"No shit, it's night." H'vier isn't stupid and he seems to take the obviousness as poking at his intelligence. "Relax, kid," is the next thing he says after he takes a moment to take a deep breath and relax himself. He lifts a hand to rub at his face before he's starting to move to the edge of the bed so he can stand up and look for discarded clothes. One might think he doesn't have plans of lingering around for very long.

N'ky pushes up onto one thigh when the bronzerider seems to be getting ready to leave, a sharp, hissed breath the only tell-tale sign of how he's hurting, given the lack of light. He squints through the dark to watch the rider's movements, before he gingerly swings his legs around to touch his feet to the floor. "A-are you... a-are you going?" Out there in the Weyr, Cailluneth is still curled up possessively close to Reisoth, which could have everything to do with N'ky asking such a question.

"That's what you do," says H'vier, all matter of fact and a little distant. "I know you're new to this and everything but I hope you didn't expect me to sit around and cuddle or something. That's not how most flights go. You fuck and then you go on your way." Or maybe that's just how flights with H'vier go. He doesn't have much information on flights that don't involve him somehow, admittedly.

"O-oh. I... yeah. That's... th-that's what you do." N'ky's frowning softly, curling his fingers into the rumpled bedspread that he's still sitting on. "I th-thought, um, maybe... m-maybe we might..." He clears his throat awkwardly, then tries standing up - only to sit heavily back down again when he realises how sore certain parts of him are. Sitting doesn't help much, but what other choices does he have? "It w-wasn't so bad," he admits, before making an allusion to their conversation before Cailluneth hit the pens: "I d-didn't forget."

"Thought we might, what? Fall in love and live happily ever after?" Okay, H'vier probably doesn't actually think that's the case but it's funny (to him) and it makes him smirk. "Good. I guess. If it's something you want to remember. Here," he says the last as he tosses the boy's shirt at him. "Are you sure you aren't-- never mind. You should get a drink and maybe something for the pain from the healers. Not necessarily in that order. They'll tell you not to drink with whatever they give you but don't listen to them. It helps to drink."

The shirt catches N'ky in the face, and he drags it down to cover parts of him that typically aren't exposed to anyone else. "Am I'm s-sure I'm not... what?" He doesn't move to pull the shirt on over his head yet, holding it in place with one hand folded over the top of the other so he's fully hiding his package. "I th-thought we might, um... that m-maybe you'd like to... um..." There's a quietly whispered 'do it', followed by a slightly louder, "again."

H'vier pulls his pants up and works at fastening them as he looks at the outline of the boy in the dark. "Are you sure you aren't a faggot? Because that's the sort of thing they say." He moves back toward the bed where N'ky is sitting so he can see him more easily. And maybe more importantly, look down on him-- at him. "Even if that was going to happen, you can barely sit down." His brow lifts like 'so how were you planning on doing it again, anyway.'

"I'm not gay," N'ky replies stiffly, frowning up at H'vier with his brows low over his brown eyes. "I-I'm... an opportunist? I have a girlfriend." But the bronzerider does have a point, even if the greenrider tries to prove it invalid by standing up. He groans, and it's not entirely because of how he's hurting. With one hand clutching his shirt in place over his bits, he slaps the other to his forehead and sinks slowly back down to the bed. "Cailluneth took Darcielth out. April's going to be m-mad..." The greenrider rolls to his side, curling up and pulling the blanket up over himself. Apparently he's not ready to go anywhere just yet.

H'vier looks a little dubious about the girlfriend thing but he shrugs. In the end, he doesn't really care what N'ky likes in the sack either way. "Tell her to get used to it. Not your fault her dragon chased. Shit happens during flights." His jaw tightens slightly at his own words. Personal experience with shitty flights, maybe. "You good on your own, then? You want me to have a drink or food sent over or something?" Which is slightly different from him getting it himself like earlier.

"I-I'm good on my own." N'ky maybe doesn't ''sound'' it, but he nods from where he's curled up under the blanket. "Maybe s-some, um... whisky? And..." His voice drops in pitch out of embarrassment, "a-and some numbweed, m-maybe?" Groaning - and no doubt blushing furiously - he pulls the blanket up over his head and hides himself completely. "A-and, um... maybe... m-maybe c-could you tell Sisha I'll, um... I'll need another day off?"

"Sure," says the bronzerider. About the whiskey and numbweed, at least. As for Sisha, that makes H'vier hesitate, frowning pensively. "Fine. But you'll owe me. I hate talking to that bitch." Which probably isn't a nice way to talk about your wingleader, let alone your Weyrleader. But he'll probably have Reisoth relay the message as it is.

From beneath the blanket, N'ky grunts softly. "Th-thank you." Then, a beat later he adds, "I like her. I-I'll, um, see you at drills, H'vier?" As ready as the other rider is to go, N'ky now seems keen to have him leave. "A-and I'll owe you one."

There's some grunted response from the bronzerider before his boots are audibly heading on their way out, slower as he pulls his shirt on and picking up a bit after he's sorted.

And for whoever turns up with whisky and numbweed - ''if'' anyone turns up - all they'll find is a sleepy, unmoving N'ky lump beneath the blanket, with only the tiniest of movements to prove he's alive. Sort of. Maybe they'll hear him snoring.

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