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Questionably Painted Weyr, High Reaches Weyr

At the back of the weyr the cavern branches into two good-sized back rooms with a double-sided fireplace occupying the wall they share. The weyr even comes already decorated. It has an ornately carved bed and press in both of the rooms; the front area offers a polished rectangular table and six matching chairs, a set-up perfect for entertaining. Rugs are scattered across the floor, their colors bright and cheery to match the walls.

But oh, those walls! Some artistic hand has painted mural on every wall, filled with bright colors and bordered by mixed fruits and vegetables. The mildest murals are filled with exuberant scenes of dancing people, but most of them are of a more... questionable nature. They're certainly not the sort of thing any concerned parent would want their children to see, though they give the weyr a definite party atmosphere.

Vignette Inspiration, courtesy of Quinlys & Madilla

It's a mere handful of days after K'zin gets his weyr, when a package appears at the entrance while he's at class. It's quite a hefty bundle, really, and inside? A full-size patchwork quilt, hand-sewn out of patches of fabric in High Reaches' black and blue, with accents of white and a red-bronze that is impressively close to the shade of Rasavyth's hide. The little embroidered 'M' in the lower right-hand corner probably isn't even necessary to identify the maker (and gifter); but since there's no note, it might be a nice confirmation all the same.

There's another little package, laid on top of the folded quilt-- just a scrap of cloth, really, with something tucked into it. Inside? A single silver thread. There is a note with this one: "Happy turnday. Congratulations. Don't fuck it up. -Q."

Day 16 was particularly grueling. Or maybe it only seemed that way to K'zin because he hadn't been sleeping well. It was funny, really. N'ky was the one who'd asked to be roommates because he'd thought he couldn't sleep without the snoring of others, and K'zin had shrugged it off, saying he was looking forward to the solitude. Now? It was too quiet. Even with Rasavyth not far away. He slept better when he left his bed and curled up in Rasavyth's couch but the bronze was starting to lose patience for him.

« Now, my dearest K'zin, you're a full eighteen turns. And you've your own bed to sleep in. What would the others think if they knew? » The bronze had chided only the night before while turning K'zin away from the floofy-pillow-filled couch.

Duties were as tough as usual, C'wlin continuing to ask for the best out of his wingriders and K'zin and Rasavyth continued to give it their all. After all, working hard made them look good, and made the other bronzers look good. And if the Silver Thread selections were politically motivated, then what was good for one bronze weyrling was good for them all, and if they all worked hard, harder than any of the chromatic riders, then who could fault them?

K'zin thought it was silly, really. What did it matter the color of your dragon except when it came to leadership flights? And even then, with the world going crazy, who's to say a blue wouldn't win the next goldflight; it wasn't altogether unheard of. Rasavyth, however, convinced him that ultimately, everyone sees color, even those who claimed them all on equal footing, and that they would be most harshly judged with and by their bronze brethren. So they worked even harder.

He was almost too tired to bathe before heading back to his ledge, but he hadn't lucked out enough so if he wanted to be clean, it had to be done. With all the recent handling of firestone, the smell lingered and that decided it for him. The bronzer's trip to the bathes was swifter than usual and he stopped in the stores to pick up a pair of bolts of stone-colored fabric, nothing that would detract from the bronze of Rasavyth's hide once they were sewn into pillows. He still needed to ask Tela for her expert sewing skills, but things had been busy between regular duties, auditing the Silver Thread leadership lessons, going once every seven or two to work with Azaylia on Weyr paperwork, personal projects at the forge, drawing practice, extra first aid and anatomy lessons from the healer apprentices, and now a new weyr to sort out, so maybe it could wait a few more days.

Landing on the ledge, Rasavyth's ooze spiked, like the hackles of a disturbed canine. In an uncharacteristly beastly move, he wuffled across the ledge. « Someone has been here. » Though it's not an unfamiliar scent, but 'dragon' is as much identification as the bronze can give; he's hardly a bloodhound.

"Oh?" K'zin queries as the bronze stills for him to unbuckle and slide down to the ground. "Well, maybe they're still here?" He begins to undo the rest of the buckles and fasteners that hold the riding straps onto the bronze's chest.

« No. » Rasavyth heads into the weyr first, while K'zin is still hanging up the straps onto their hooks. His goggles, helmet and gloves are next, going onto the shelves just inside the entrance. His fingers work down the buttons of his flight jacket as the man follows his mate. « There. » A flash of the packages on the table. This is enough to speed K'zin's footfalls.

Arriving at table's edge, K'zin slips out of his jacket and tosses it over the back of a chair, the shirt beneath sleeveless and light. The first smaller package is slid aside in favor of the larger one. After all, who doesn't go for the biggest gift first! It takes time to learn that sometimes the most interesting things come in the smaller packages. It's unwrapped and he only barely starts to see what it is before the bronzer knows what this is.

His lips spread in a deeply tender smile as he pulls the quilt free of its packaging. Without any ado, he moves into the bedroom he's been using and reaches up to flick the glowbasket's lid wider before he fluffs the quilt out onto the bed. He steps back and his arms hug around his chest as he gazes at it. He looks enormously pleased and the bronze can't help his croon of enjoyment as he feels that pleasure through his intimate bond with his lifemate. He too is pleased. It's elegant. Perfect for the new look of the cavern.

« And the other? » Rasavyth's curiosity prompts after minutes of K'zin staring at the quilt, tugging it a little this way and that so it's just so on the bed. He'd pretty much forgotten about the smaller package and it's note. He moves now back to the table. He pulls the note first this time, and the message from Quinlys, "Happy turnday Congratulations. Don't fuck it up. -Q." has him raising his brows and hesitating.

« Aren't you going to open it? » The bronze's tone implies that if K'zin won't, he'll crush the furniture to get to do it for him.

"I'm not sure I should. It might bite." K'zin chews his lower lip for a long moment as the ooze quivers with draconic laughter. He picks up the package and moves toward the couch where Rasavyth has settled. He slides down into a seated position. His thoughts race. What if it is something that changes everything? The note sounds like it might be. But then, isn't a game changer what they've been working toward? He uses the time he's taking off his boots to mull it over.

« Whether you open it now or in an hour, it's still going to be whatever it is. We shall meet whatever comes together. Open it. » The bronze's tenor is soothing and he's watching K'zin with an equally calming gaze.

The package is drawn into K'zin's lap, and he breathes. One. Two. Three. Exhale. He opens it. He recoils slightly. Odd that they would choose a silver thread to represent this so-called honor. He's too young to remember himself, but isn't silvery and thread-like the description of the age-old menace that dragons were built to combat? This looks like it might be just as deadly.

Rasavyth does a good job keeping his excitement in check while K'zin processes. « This is good. It is recognition of what we have been working for and the next step in our grand plan. » The whisper finally comes.

"'Don't fuck it up,' she says. Eeesh." Finally comes K'zin's exhale. "As if we've a chance at catching up this late in the game." He frowns. "Is this her way of making the bronzers look bad?"

« I do not think she would do that. » Rasavyth responds after a moment of mulling that idea over. « We can do this, my K'zin. You will see. We should decide what activities need to be tabled in favor of this, though. We cannot overextend ourselves. It would not serve our purposes. »

There's a slow nod from K'zin. "I'd say maybe she'll let us step into it slowly, but this is weyrlinghood." Basic Training is do or die. "Ask Solith to ask Telavi to come up? Maybe she can give us a rundown of what they did today so we're not going in blind. I'll put the kettle on."

Rasavyth's mind is approving as he receives his rider's suggestion. He watches as the bronzerider gets up to take care of changing and readying for company. The same thought had, of course, occurred to Rasavyth, moments before it came to K'zin, and who can say of K'zin didn't just glean it unknowingly from Rasavyth's mind, but the bronze is pleased that the man 'came up with it' and voiced it with such confidence. It shows growth.

« Solith, my dear, » Rasavyth reaches with an oozy breeze that carries the delicate scents of spring. « My K'zin and I would like to invite you and your Telavi up to our weyr? Do say you'll come. » He entreats with a purr. (To Solith from Rasavyth)

Comments

Ceawlin (Ceawlin (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 07 May 2013 20:04:10 GMT.

< K'zin's hard work is paying off! :D

Alida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 08 May 2013 00:27:08 GMT.

< This is working out, indeed. ;)

Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 08 May 2013 03:03:25 GMT.

< Congratulations K'zin! Aw, and Madilla's quilt sounds so nice! I really like the added dynamic of K'zin-and-Rasavyth having their own space. Ras' faintly territorial response, their easy relationship... And K'zin being scolded after sleeping in his dragon's couch. XD