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Sheltered Lakeside Ledge, High Reaches Weyr

The far side of the lake gets much less foot traffic - there's less grass, due to the poorer soil, and the bed of the lake is muddy and not at all as nice to walk in. But a small stand of four willow trees with long branches hanging low and swinging in the breeze provides some relief from the sun during the heat of the day. A pair of small curved benches sit underneath the trees. The ground rises up sharply towards the northwest end of the lakeside, and the waterfall that feeds the lake thunders downwards there, foaming the water and creating a fine mist in the air that distorts the light.

To Ghislaith, Rasavyth is normally a dragon of few images, opting for more of sensations that bring to mind certain kinds of images (he's a suggestive mind, not a solid one). This evening, with the sun just starting to sink over the horizon images are what are offered. They're clear and crisp with none of his usual charm and pizazz. It's an image of the out of the way sheltered ledge beside the lake, an image of himself and his lifemate watching the sunset. « My K'zin would like me to ask if you and yours would be so kind as to join us. We need to offer an apology to you both. »

Whenever Sabella arrives, it's much the scene that Ras offered to her lifemate, K'zin standing beside Rasavyth, one hand touching the bronze's neck as the dragon dips his head for convenience, now that he's taller at the shoulder than K'zin is at the head. The man's expression is discontent, and he fidgets as he waits, fingers tapping on trousers as thumbs hang loosely from his pockets.

The light is on but no one is home. Or are they? The curtains shift and pull when Rasavyth makes his contact. At mention of an apology, the green is near instantly suspicious. But that would be difficult to detect for most. The only true tell is the way the sound of windows pull slowly shut, closing him out. But before they're down all the way there's a quiet whisper from her. « She comes. » (Ghislaith to Rasavyth)

Sabella betrays none of the same suspicion that her dragon does. Or perhaps she's just that much better at keeping those sort of emotions at bay, controlled. Her gait is easy and relaxed as she strolls along the lake shore, eventually coming to K'zin and his lifemate. She inclines her head to Rasavyth, though he gets no verbalized greeting. That's reserved for the teenager with him. "Hey!" She's cheerful enough, slipping her hands into the pockets of her jacket. "What did you want to talk about? That we couldn't do back at the barracks?" The greenrider smiles, tipping her head back towards the direction she came from.

To K'zin, Rasavyth's tenor is edged with concern. « I do not know that Ghislaith will listen. »

She will, or she won't. It is not your fault, Ras. But we should apologize. (K'zin to Rasavyth)

There is hesitation from the bronze. « I know. » Then a whisper, that is feeling more than words: should we? (Rasavyth to K'zin)

Yes. It is the right thing to do. (K'zin to Rasavyth)

To K'zin, Rasavyth seems less certain. « We may learn from this that it is not so. » Beat. « We may try it your way. » This is, after all, not a critical issue on Rasavyth's thinking.

To Ghislaith, Rasavyth does not trespass on her presence, but waits, his transparent ooze finding more form than usual in the form of a dusty smattering across his mind, as though trying, through use of powdery evidence, to show all of himself to the green. He waits, patient. He will not force a discourse on her, but there is the sensation that he waits for her to wish to hear his apology.

As Sabella arrives without dragon, Rasavyth's greeting is a simple lift of the head to acknowledge her before he looks to his rider once, then moves away a fair bit, as though to give them some imagining of privacy. K'zin has already scoped the area out, found no eyes and ears to see or overhear them, so when Sabella arrives, he moves to meet her, ducking his head in to put a quick peck on her cheek, his hands falling to his sides. "I didn't want anyone to see you make me cry." K'zin's tone is light, though there's a heaviness to the joke. There's something on his chest, that's got to come off. "I went to visit Azaylia the other day. Things went... poorly." He swallows, stepping back from her, just in case he needs to dodge a swing for his next words. "I have to turn myself in for breaking the rules. I'm going to keep you out of it... somehow. But I thought-- it was only fair to warn you."

"Why would I want to make you cry?" Sabella asks, wrinkling her nose a little with a bright spot of laughter. Her hands remain slipped into her jacket, so he won't be able to see the way she tightens her fists and develops some white knuckles when he continues to speak. "They went poorly. What does that mean, K'zin?" She asks, really needing this to be clarified, apparently. "You have to turn yourself in? Why? Did someone see you, us-" Realization dawns. "You. You told her didn't you?" And with that, the greenrider just stares at the other weyrling with a dark kind of intensity.

The rustling behind the windows begins again. Then, they fly open and the curtains are pushed rudely away. There's an intensity in the way that the house shakes. Ghislaith has clearly come to the same conclusion that her rider has. From others there would be rage. But from the green there's simply something dark in the way says, « Really. » (Ghislaith to Rasavyth)

"Well, you might want to never kiss me again. And then I'd have to cry." Obviously. K'zin's tone is once again the playful, but not completely. "I mean that... Azaylia told me she was proud of me for not breaking the rules... specifically kissing." Deep breath. "And I couldn't stand her being proud of me when I'm breaking the rules. So I told her she shouldn't be proud of me, and then Hraedhyth started to get worried about Ras and whichever other dragon it was, and made him tell. Hurt him. She'd say scared, but it hurt." There's clear translation of the recoil for the singed mind touch, the boiled ooze that was. K'zin felt it. It felt real, his face reflects the memory as pained and disconcerted. "So then I kind of told her off. Which I didn't mean to, but apparently sounded like I was rebuking her." Beat. "Which I would have like to have been, but I wasn't. Or I wasn't trying to." The whole thing seems to be very confusing to him, even now. "And I think I thought at the time that I still wanted to kiss her later, but now I'm not so sure." He frowns. "I don't think what Hraedhyth did was right. Is that the kind of gold that should be leading us?" This clearly goes deeper for him. "One who forces without even asking the question first? I know dragons are different, but it-- it's not right. He shouldn't have had to say. It should have been his choice." He's getting off topic now, but K'zin is obviously perturbed. "Anyway, so I have to turn myself in, or she will. I don't want you in trouble, so I'll take full responsibility."

Sabs doesn't look like she's quite capable of joking around right now. Instead she's still watching him intently, her hands still shoved deep in her pockets. Her eyebrows are beginning to draw together, closer even as the explanation goes into further detail. "So. Let me get this straight." She pulls one hand out, holding it up to ward off further babbling for a few minutes. "Your kind-of-not-really-girlfriend told you she was so proud of you for not kissing other girls. So you told her you were. So her big scary gold dragon mentally assaulted yours to get the information on who you kissed. So now she knows about me. And you have to go and turn yourself in or she will. Is she watching the others this closely? Pulling information from their dragons? Or is this special attention reserved solely for the ones she's going to go out on dates with at the first opportunity?" She drops the hand and crosses it over her chest protectively. "Is she really going to turn you in for this?"

To Ghislaith, Rasavyth's mind flutters with a sigh. His presence is different today. He's had a bad fright and seems-- deflated somehow, plainer than usual. He displays, at the edge of her mind the damaged parts of himself, showing the ooze that had corroded in the face of Hrae's intense heat. « We are sorry. » His word is colored with apology that rings true. « We would not have shared if we were not made to. » Him especially, and perhaps that at least can be believed owing to his resolute stance on secrets.

To Rasavyth, Ghislaith probably doesn't like Rasavyth. Doesn't trust him. But it's in the way a person dislikes their most respected enemy. This apology, this showing of weakness. She doesn't like this. The wooden boards creak and the door swings slowly open. She'll spare him some comfort today, if she must. « And what are you going to do to correct it? »

As Sabs paraphrases what he's told her, K'zin winces, shoulders hunching just a liiiittle more with each statement. "Pretty much." He take a deep breath. "It's my fault. I thought I'd be able to talk to her with it being me and Azaylia, not me and the Weyrwoman, but there's not much separation for her. It's the right thing to do, because it was against the rules." He takes another deep breath, "And I agree with that part, that it was against the rules. And that since I put my feet in my mouth by even bringing it up, that I should take the punishment." He glances towards the bronze, "He says we won't make that mistake again." K'zin's tone implies that he, himself, is less certain about its mistake status. "I don't like breaking the rules. I mean, I do, but it's wrong. The rules are there for a reason, aren't they?" Then he shakes his head, "But when the rules are made for dragons that are so different than mine, how can I take them seriously? Why do the same rules have to apply to everyone when everyone is different? Maybe Aishani is in the right after all." He blinks, as though surprised to hear him express such a sentiment. "Shouldn't there be exceptions when there needs? I haven't found anything that fixes my headaches like you do. And Ras doesn't mind. It doesn't hurt Ghislaith. Where's the harm?" He's never had to lead, doesn't know the trouble that making exceptions breeds. "Yeah. I know she will, if I don't. I'm sorry, Sabs. I shouldn't have brought you into this." For a moment there, he looks miserable - like a puppy, kicked.

Yeah, it is sad. The saddest part is that he's not faking it. Rasavyth is contrite. « We will do all that we can. Mine will keep yours' name out of it. Unless Hraedhyth's is vengeful, we will not let your Sabella come to harm or punishment. And we will learn from it. We will not betray ourselves to Hraedhyth again. She is not to be trusted. » His tenor is resolved. There is danger there. Danger that he does not, in this unguarded moment hide. Hraedhyth is no longer viewed as ally, but obstacle. That is dangerous. (Rasavyth to Ghislaith)

"You're damn straight this is your fault." Sabs doesn't give him any slack there, none at all. She's crossing both arms over her chest now, shaking her head. "How was it against the rules, anyway.. They told us we couldn't have sex. I don't remember fucking you." Her eyes narrow now at him, as if she's trying to remember something and forgot. "And I remember that everything else was highly, highly discouraged. And they weren't upset." Kissing is either not technically breaking the rules or she's figuring it's something you can get away with, you know, if you're careful. "You need to pick better girlfriends. No wonder Aishani was able to snatch up the Weyr. Azaylia clearly has too much time on her hands if she can spend it keeping track of your personal life." The greenrider clucks her tongue disapprovingly, looking away from him now. That last comment more made to herself than to him. "You didn't break a big rule anyway. She made you feel guilty about doing something that was completely natural. If it makes your headaches go away, how can it be wrong? People break the rules all the time and no one dies or ends up ruined for life." She looks at him out of the corner of her eyes. "If your bleeding heart ends up with this coming back to me, K'zin." The teenager shakes her head, arms tightening again.

There's a groaning in the wood, but the rafters don't shake now. « She's very angry with him. She doesn't understand why he would speak to Hraedhyth's about this at all. She doesn't know if he's to be trusted again. » Ghislaith's comfort extends to Rasavyth only as far as shelter. Don't expect cookies and milk here. This ain't your mother's place. « No. Neither of them are. Gold or rider. » For that there's agreement. (Ghislaith to Rasavyth)

"She's not my girlfriend." K'zin is quite certain on this point. He shifts uncomfortably. "What can I do to make it up to you? I can make you a necklace to match--" He's a dumb boy, but occasionally he's wise. Pulled out of his back pocket and proffered is the bangle he's owed her, and not in the copper as he originally suggested, but in gold. It's a trio of smoothly forged rings, all separate, were it not for a heart charm that is formed around the three bands. Closer inspection would reveal words stamped into each band. One says Sabs, the next Ghislaith, and the last, High Reaches Weyr. It's all even spelled correctly! "If any of this comes back to bite you, I'll be your slave for a month. Just... don't hate me, okay?" He bites his lower lip, looking truly concerned for this possible outcome. "I'll explain it wasn't really against the rules when I talk to Quinlys, but-- I have to tell her. I'll get less punishment, Ras says, if I turn myself in than if Azaylia turns me in."

To Ghislaith, Rasavyth's touch, while still fairly deflated, billows briefly with a little of his usual wind. « He listened to the Healer tell him that honest communication is important. » The bronze's opinion on this advice is clear: stupid. « He has been threatened that if he were to hurt Hraedhyth's one, there will be physical consequences. » Briefly shared, but not directed at Ghislaith is the sensation of Wakizian taking a shot to the face, and a sped up version of the pain over time as a bruise develops. « He does not wish to hurt anyone, but especially not if there will be others » Flashes of the faces of K'del and Bones, « will hurt him if he does. » There is a pause. « It may be possible to sway him, now. » Now that Hraehyth's colors are showing, now that her rider is shown to tolerate such.

"She's acting like your girlfriend." Sabs points out with an arch of her eyebrows and a lift of her slim shoulders. She's just calling it as she sees it, really. She's suspicious when he pulls that bangle out of his back pocket. She doesn't take it, just stares at the owed piece of jewelry. "It's not what we talked about. You said copper, that's not copper. It's not a fair trade for what I gave you." A hair cut. In short: what's the catch? The greenrider is a little cagey, possibly because of the mood that's been set from the beginning. The offer to be her slave for a month? It gets a hand to her face and she exhales slowly. "Please. I have enough problems. K'zin, if you're going to insist on doing this damn stupid thing? Will you at least listen to me on how to approach the situation? Can I at least pound that through your head before you volunteer yourself for punishment?"

Discontent. Disturbance. « Yours needs better friends. » Ones that threaten to punch him less often. « Or better taste in women. I'm not certain which. Maybe they go hand in hand. » There's a quick swoosh of cold wind and the images of K'zin's broken face are swept away. That's not a picture she wants hanging up in these halls. « How? To what end? » (Ghislaith to Rasavyth)

"I've never had a girlfriend. I don't know what one would act like," K'zin allows, to the first. "She's acting like a goldrider who believes in the rules being right no matter what the rules are or what consequences they have." He takes a deep breath. "The rules..." He starts, but then shakes his head, refusing to go on another tirade. He lifts the bracelet a little higher and then moves a hand to try to pull one of hers out of her jacket in order to put the bangle on her. "I had winnings after the Hatching. I was able to get some better material. I already had the moulds made." Beat. "Besides, you made me look sexy enough for you to kiss. That's above and beyond what I expected. Let's say that the hair cut plus you not hating me for being an honest idiot equals the bangle?" He's starting to learn to bargain at least. Perhaps that will serve him when he's getting punished. He gives a nod. "Yeah. I have to." He does insist. "But tell me. I'm listening." His brown eyes turn up to her face, sincere in his effort to listen to her advice.

Agreement. No thought, simply agreement. « I am trying to earn him some. We have spoken with Tacuseth's Jo. She is a better friend for him than Hraedhyth's Azaylia. » His tenor is once more certain. « I do not believe Hraehyth's Azaylia is a suitable match for my K'zin. She leads him where I would not have him go. » His bugs are moving sluggishly, but they're moving now. « He cares for yours. It is not his way-- our way to be with one only. But he is young and does not know what he wishes. Yours might persuade him, for a time, to belong to only her. » Beat. « If she wished. It would, I think, break the ties he has begun to have with Hraedhyth's one. After all, yours has kissed him more often, and does not treat him as one under her care. He prefers to be an equal. That is good. » Good, as in, in Sabella's favor. (Rasavyth to Ghislaith)

Sabella shakes her head. "She's acting like a woman, whose man kissed another woman. And she's guilted you into feeling bad enough about it that you're going to get yourself punished for virtually nothing at all. She's not this invested in the others. You don't see Aishani wandering around checking what the weyrlings are doing? She trusts our weyrlingmasters to be doing their jobs." In case K'zin wanted a little extra clarification on that point, she's there to provide it. "And if you weren't trying to bribe me into not hating you now, what would the price have been?" This seems to be important to her and while he can take her arm, she's not as easy to manipulate. There's a little passive resistance as she keeps her eyes on him, intent. She ignores the sexy 'enough' comment for now. "Don't start off your conversation: I'm sorry, I broke the rules. Don't. Bad enough you're admitting any guilt at all. Start with: I'm sorry. I need some clarification. My dragon wasn't upset at all, but I may have done something not entirely correct, maybe. Or whatever. But don't make it sound like you totally disregarded anything, that you knew it was wrong. Look really confused, uncertain. Dumb even. You're really just not sure. Get Rasavyth in on it somehow."

Sunlight. Not rays of sunlight, but dappling on the dusty floor. It's pleasent. « We like Tacuseth's. » Ghislaith admits, fond of both the older blue and his rider. There's approval there. Something that might be strange if one were to look back and be unable to pinpoint a time where both women were actually together. « Complacency. Domestication. » Those are words that spring to mind when the green thinks of the others. « No freedom. » The suggestion is mulled over, the wind whistling softly in the background. Uncertainty. « She doesn't wish for this thing. » False ties between them. « But she will help him in other ways, to break those ties. If that's agreeable. » More of the same. Easy friendship. (Ghislaith to Rasavyth)

"You know she doesn't-- do relationships?" K'zin queries, this being the only fairly critical factor that pokes Sabella's theory full of holes. "I think you're right about her guilting me. I wasn't going to turn us in until she told me I wasn't doing the right thing. I've always done the right thing, before now." He licks his lips before biting on the lower one. "But I don't-- I don't know that what's right is right after all." His confusion is obvious on his face. "The price would have been whatever you wanted it to be." Bargaining: fail. "Sabs, I feel awful. I'm an idiot and I don't want you to pay for it." His hands fold in front of him, the posture of a child being scolded by a Harper, head bowed. "I've messed things up. I want to fix it. I-- I'll do what you suggest. And I'll talk to Quinlys. I've known her since I was little. She was the one who let me stand for search."

The bugs still in gentle acceptance. « Your Sabella must do what is right for her. » Is this really Ras talking? It must be an aftershock of his encounter with Hraedhyth. « I welcome help in whatever form it comes. Please ensure that your Sabella knows that I am sorry. I failed. » He does not like admitting to this. « I will be stronger in the future. » (Rasavyth to Ghislaith)

"Oh, please." Sabs snorts. "Like that's ever stopped a person from getting jealous. And guilting someone to get them to do what they wanted." The look she directs at K'zin is full of raised eyebrows again. The word written across her face is plain: really. She exhales at length and glances down at the bracelet again. "This isn't right, this is stupid. Idiotic. Serving yourself up on a platter to satisfy someone else's views on moral correctness." It's hard for her to hide the scoffing that's going on in her voice right now. Her hand is coming up to her face. "Oh, you're terrible at this. I actually believe you that you probably wouldn't have asked for something else. Fine, fine. I'll accept it." She stares at him over the top of her hand, sighing into her palm. The weyrling glances at the bangle and steps forwards, slipping her arms around his waist and putting her head on his chest. "I'm sorry that she made you feel bad. I don't want to make you feel that way too. It'll be alright."

Ugh. Is this Rasavyth? She formulates a mirror with her images and plants it right in front of him. « Cut it out. This wallowing is disgusting. Look at yourself. » The door swings open again, silent request for him to go. « Come back when you're your usual self-important, smarter-than-everyone-else obnoxious self. » A beat. « You're not fun this way. » (Ghislaith to Rasavyth)

Sweet comfort! K'zin is eager to receive it. It means she doesn't hate him. It means that even though he's an idiot, not all is lost. His arms slide readily around her shoulders, muscles flexing to squeeze her tight to him. "I am terrible at this." He admits it freely and with a note of discontent. "I wish I was better. But I don't know how to be. I've followed the rules so closely for so many turns. The only time I ever went against anything was when I chose Smith, and my family left me. I chose dragonriding, and my family left me. I choose things, and people always leave." He's gripping a little tighter, not uncomfortably, but with an unthinking need to keep this closeness. His chest shudders a moment, the distress having been clear in his voice. Maybe he's not voiced it this way before. "Sabs, I know I mess up. Probably more than I should. But-- please don't stop being my friend when I do. Just-- make me feel like an idiot and tell me how to do better." His plea comes softly, spoken into her hair as his cheek rests against her head.

To Ghislaith, Rasavyth is a little taken aback by his clutchsister's reaction, the sudden dragon-holding mirror is recoiled from in the mental equivalent of a few steps. « You do not like me as I am, anyway. » He points out, far from oblivious, but meekly his touch starts away, lest he be burned again in this day.

Before he's completely gone, « I enjoy disliking you as you are, usually. There's something to respect about you then. » (Ghislaith to Rasavyth)

Sabella's breath catches her throat for his admissions. It's a few moments before she exhales and returns the tightness of his grip. "Sometimes the people you care about or you think that you care about or who are supposed to care about you? Sometimes they fail you instead." There's something, tucked away in between the words. That she's not just talking about him. But it's not said outloud. Instead she pushes back against him just enough so that she can tip her chin up, catch the expressio on his face. "I won't leave you, I promise. Alright?" She exhales finally and leans back in again him, letting his arms tighten around her when they do. "We're friends. Even when you turn us into your goldriding girlfriend and potentially get us both in trouble."

K'zin's arms stay strong around her, looking down when she looks up, loosening his arms enough for her to be comfortable. "This sounds dumb, but I think that's kind of the reason I couldn't handle Azaylia being proud of me when she shouldn't be. Because I want people to be proud of me for me being me. I shouldn't have to feel bad about being myself, should I? Even if there are rules that say I should?" He sighs, pulling her tight against him again as she moves back. "I could feel her giving up on me. I couldn't-- I couldn't handle it." He's been abandoned too many times. Then he's the one to put a little distance between them, but for his part, it's only enough distance to tilt his head down to seek a kiss.

Sabs untangles her arms from around his waist long enough to stretch onto her toes, she slips them around his neck instead. "K'zin, you should never feel guilty about being whoever you are. Even if there's rules that say you should be someone else. Sometimes we just can't help our nature. If you're a little bit of a rebel, then." She lifts her shoulders, indicating that maybe there are just some things you're helpless about. "If she'd give up on you over something as petty as this? Then she doesn't deserve to be your friend or or anything else." And because this is how they got into this in the first place and she's such a good influence... She presses against him and lets her lips find his in the kiss.

The kiss doesn't last long. It's not, of course, that he doesn't want it to what with the enticing way that flesh presses to flesh and his tongue experiments with tickling along her lips. It's just that-- well, isn't he about to report himself for this because it's wrong? "Sabs, if I lose my privileges... for kissing and stuff next month," Since scuttlebutt tells that that'll be more or less allowed. He takes a breath before continuing, brown eyes meeting hers. "We're going to have to be extra careful."

She doesn't try to keep him kissing her longer than he wants to, but she doesn't unlink her arms from around his neck either once he's pulled away. "I still don't think you should go to Quinlys. But- If that happens it's not as if anything has really changed that much anyway." For the first time since the beginning of their meeting together, she smiles at him. But it's the impish, bad-for-you smile. Sabs lifts her slender shoulders, "Unless you want to spend your punishment like an honest man."

"I do need to go to Quinlys. Azaylia will report me." Beat. "Even though she first said I could have a pass this time." K'zin frowns. Women. He still doesn't understand them. "But then definitely said she would report me." Didn't she? Maybe she didn't. "No. No, I definitely don't want to spend my punishment as an honest man." Honesty hasn't been going so well for him lately.

"And then she changed her mind? What?" Sabella looks confused and begins to shake her head. "Are you sure that she changed her mind? Or did you get so turned around that you didn't notice that she wasn't actually going to report you? She was just threatening you, maybe?" Her eyebrow lifts speculatively. With the same impish smile, "Well, good for you. I don't think that you should spend it that honestly either."

"She said she'd give me a pass before we fought, and then after she asked me if she was going to need to write a report. I told her she wouldn't." K'zin frowns. "Sabs... how do you get out of a date without hurting someone's feelings?" This question comes quietly and his brown eyes look into hers earnestly.

"Oh, alright. So she got angry at you and then when she was mad it was okay to punish you. But not before when she wasn't mad." Sabs has to think through that one outloud first. "Basically just as bad as I thought it was to begin with." She exhales again and tightens her arms around his neck. "Honestly, it's still a long time from now. You can probably just put it off and she might forget all about it. If she doesn't, just tell her there's someone else and you're sorry or your feelings have changed and you can't. You may not get out of it without hurting her. But it won't be the end of the world."

"I'm not sure she was ever mad," K'zin's reply is thoughtful, not defensive. "She was insulted. I-- apparently said something. It tasted an awful lot like foot, but I still don't know why or how." He gives a helplessly confused look before he shrugs, rolling his eyes. "I think I'm about ready to give up on understanding women. Just smack me when I start to say something dumb, okay? It's easier that way." He's apparently done talking about Azaylia for the moment, suddenly much more interested in the woman currently encircled in his embrace.

"...What did you say?" Sabella is now looking at him rather strangely, eyebrow lifted up. "You know what, I don't even want to know anymore. I just want to pretend like none of this trouble ever happened." She takes a breath and puts on a smile for him. See, ready to move the topic of conversation right along now. Leaning up on her toes she brushes her lower lip against his mouth. "Walk back to the barracks with me?"

"In a minute," Comes the quiet reply before his lips are pressing to hers before she has a chance to tease away! K'zin's arms release her gently though, so she doesn't feel as though she's trapped kissing him, and when the kiss breaks, he's grinning at her like his usual goofy self. His head cants to the side, "Want a matching necklace?" He asks, before looking to Ras, beckoning with one hand so he'll follow back to the barracks. The dragon dips lifts his angular head, then places it back on the ground where he'd curled. "Actually, Sabs... I do want to walk you back, but Ras-- needs me." He can't bring himself to explain his dragon's mood beyond to say that. "If I seem like I'm stand-offish for a bit, it's just because I don't want them to think it was you I was kissing." This last is added as an afterthought.

Sabella laughs quietly at the 'in a minute' that keeps her pressed to him for awhile longer. When she breaks away she's shaking her head. On the subject of the matching necklace, "No, that's alright. It's not a fair trade." That she seems firm on as she takes a step back. "Tell him that I'm sorry. Ghisalith is difficult, she does the mirror trick on me too. It's rude." Her shoulders up come up and she shoots an apologetic look in the direction of the bronze. As for his other concerns, "Oh, don't worry about it. I'm not." K'zin will get a quick, short wiggle of her fingers before she turns and heads back the way she came up.

K'zin seems to be in the loop about what Sabella says of her lifemate's behavior, so someone is, indeed, sharing a lot this evening. He gives her a little nod. "Sabs? Thanks for not hating me." He says, just before she turns to go, giving her a little smile that warm, sweet, and simple. Then he's turning to move over to Rasavyth as the green weyrling heads back.