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Your location's current time: 16:41 on day 26, month 11, Turn 58, of the Tenth Pass. It is a autumn afternoon.

You climb down Leiventh's side to the ground, as the dragon warbles a greeting. Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr(#840RJs) Standing on the eastern side of the bowl, you realize why this is one of the most striking Weyrs on Pern. Arrayed around the north rim of the bowl are the Seven Spindles: high crownlike points formed of old volcano flows which were eroded to sharp spikes. The bowl itself is a rough ovoid shape, with a large lake taking up a good portion of the southeastern part. The bowl seems to slant down to the lake shore, and the soil becomes a little looser in that direction. From the east, the slight aroma of herdbeast and wherry hide rises from the feeding grounds. The northeast section of the bowl is full of activity: training of dragons both young and old goes on in a large clearing near the entrance to the weyrling barracks and dragon infirmary. Several small boulders dot the area to the north, forming a winding path to the ledges leading into the weyrleaders' quarters. The afternoon is clear, and the sun shines with a few small clouds floating past. There seems to be a light breeze and the fall air temperature feels comfortable. Contents: Leiventh Harley Bayan Maxeoth Obvious exits: Weyrleader Ledges Western Bowl Floor Dragon Infirmary Weyrling Barracks Weyrling Training Room Feeding Grounds Lake Shore

Bayan seems to brighten when he sees Harley, waving her over as he heads in her direction, "Harley!" he cries, "A pleasure to see a friendly face." A pause as he drops his pack, "Oh, fight? It was just with Maja," he answers her with a shrug as though it was no big deal at all.

Far up above the lake, high on the bowl's wall, one among many of High Reaches' dragons appears to be enjoying the warm autumn thermals the Weyr provides, dropping off his ledge before lazily circling downwards towards the ground, not in any particular hurry. As the dragon comes closer, the possibly familiar colors of the cinnamon-and-crimson-draped bronze are detectable, the dragon landing with a sharp snap of wings and a stirring of the dust on the ground. R'hin, atop the dragon, surveys the bowl, familiar voices catching his attention with a twitch of lips.

Harley rolls her eyes. "Do I need to worry about any broken bones or serious injuries? With either of you?" she asks a bit pointedly. Shaking her head, she continues. "Your back again? Are you sure you want to live here at Reaches? You seem to spend more time outside our walls than in." Her head turns away from the blowing dust, closing her eyes. It's an automatic reaction to dragons landing nearby. When she turns back, she looks up at the bronze and his rider. "Hi handsome." she says cheerfully, and it's obvious she's /not/ talking to R'hin.

"I feel fine," Bayan says smoothly, nevermind the wince he has when moving his shoulders about, "and I'm sure she's gotten worse than I gave her, considering she was a guard. We came to an understanding. That's all that matters." He winks at Harley's concern for them before adding, "Reaches is always home," he adds, "just some weyrlings kept my attention longer than normal in Fort. I've sort of grown fond for the little runts." A beat. "Why, miss me?" Leiventh's arrival has the rogue stepping back, eyes instinctively narrowing as R'hin shows up. "Well, well," he just says dryly.

Leiventh, while his usual aloof self, bestows a whirling-eyed look on Harley for a few moments before flicking his wings briefly and settling down. "I thought I warned you against stroking his ego like that, Harley," comes R'hin's amused voice as the bronzerider reaches the ground, palm flat against the dragon's side for a moment, quick enough gesture to be easily missed. He begins striding towards the pair, pale eyes flickering towards Bayan with a smile, "And our erstwhile itinerant, how are you my good man? It's good to see you've been heeding the advice of your older, and obviously wiser brother of late."

Harley's head goes up a bit more. "I'll talk to who I like, thank you very much. Besides, his ego can't be any bigger than yours." The last is spoken in a wry tone of voice as she turns her attention from Leiventh to the two men. The eyebrow goes up as she looks between R'hin and Bayan.

Bayan's fist seems to tighten at his side at the bronzerider's mention of his brother, and his hazel eyes bear intently upon him. Baring teeth, "Simple luck is all," he growls low his way. "A shame you didn't anger him. I was looking forward to you being beaten. Such is life." The words are spoken drolly and in disinterest as his eyes flick to Harley's sudden silence. With a sudden bow her way, "No worries, my dear," he drawls to her. "I'm afraid the worst R'hin can get from me is my sharp tongue. The fist, as well, but I've been in enough tussles of late. By the way," and he deliberately turns back to R'hin, his tone suddenly lighter, "how 'is' Maja these days? Weren't you two...friends of some sort?" A brow is lifted as he regards him, amusement in his eyes.

"Oh, I don't know," R'hin remarks with an amused glance over his shoulder. "You should've seen how chuffed he was when Maxeoth started emulating him once, trying to pose like he does." His pace slows and stops as he reaches the pair, hands casually pushed into his pockets, head tipped to one side. "Luck?" he echoes, drolly. "Mm. If you like," he says, as if allowing Bayan's opinion on the matter. A twitch of brows evidences a reaction to the Igenite's change of topic. "Anyone else'd know better than me. We were never exactly friends, not unless you call her wanting to beat the pulp out of me all throughout candidacy 'friends'-- and if that's you're measuring stick, you and I must be best friends forever!" the latter words gushed in an obviously facetious way, hands clapping together gleefully.

Leiventh> To you, Leiventh's tones are as droll as your own, « I was -not- chuffed. I just found it interesting. That's all. »

Harley can't help it. She bursts out laughing. "Oh shells, you two are definitely a piece of work. Besides," a look slants towards R'hin. "I thought she did beat the pulp out of you at one point." before her attention goes back to Bayan, more of an appraising look. "Depends on how sharp the tongue is." she finally answers. A grin appears suddenly. "I can vouch for that. Both the 'friendship' with Maja and the 'best friends' with you Bayan." Another shake of her head. "At least things are finally getting interesting again."

Bayan grins in mild amusement, his fist now loosening, "Yes, luck," he repeats drolly. "He didn't tell me much of what happened other than his assessment of you." He sniffs at that and says no more of it. The rogue oddly takes note of R'hin's demeanor closely when it comes to the topic of the ex-guard, slowly shaking his head. "I can see why she would," he retorts dryly, "I've been here barely ten minutes and I have sudden ...sparring feelings towards you." At his facetious words, his eyes narrow and his chin lifts, "Think you got the upper-hand right now, don't you R'hin? You can charm Aya and Kam, but your moves won't work on me." He grins over at Harley then, "My tongue's always sharp," he tells her easily. "Besides, I've had plenty of practice of late."

"Shhh!" R'hin mock-shushes Harley, though his eyes are glinting with humor, "I've a reputation as a fearsome bronzerider to uphold. How can intimidate small children in Fort if people know a -girl- beat me up?" A long, drawn out exhale punctuates the bronzerider's next words, "But Bayan, I just -know- we could be the best of friends, if only you'd give me a chance! Please, won't you?" His hands clasp together, wringing briefly, before he gives up the act, "Oh, well. I suppose I'll have to live without your ever lasting respect. How ever will I go on with my day now?"

"Fearsome?? Oh come on." and Harley rolls her eyes. "You /want/ the weyrs children to be scared of you? Why?" Her eyes dart to Bayan. "Your not much better. He's the only one who makes any sense right now." and she points at Leiventh. "No, scratch that. He's the only one making sense when the two of you are standing face to face."

Leiventh> To you, Leiventh projects, « I always make perfect sense. Just half the time you don't listen. » He senses your protest before it's even voiced, countering, « I said -half- the time. »

Bayan doesn't look amused by the bronzerider's demeanor at all. Giving into a sufferable sigh, almost as though he only has to tolerate this man long enough, "It's obvious you're not worth her time," he quips cryptically of Maja, maybe in defense of her? That said, he looks over at Harley, "Why is it I have a problem with almost every bronzerider I come across? First him," and he gestures towards R'hin, "who thinks he's in the clear because he's bedding my sister and has some amount of respect from my brother....now some upstart runt in Fort who's more than likely going to trade blows with me." He shakes his head at such injustice done to a rogue before leveling a glare at R'hin, "You're still walking a fine line with me, bronzerider. Do we need to revisit the lesson on crossing lines again?" Harley's words get a smirk out of him, not saying anything else at the moment.

"Why not?" R'hin counters with perfectly sober, serious logic, pale eyes on Harley. "One should never overlook an opportunity when it's given. Besides, it's -Fort-." Just a faint emphasis there. There's no physical reaction from Leiventh at being drawn into the argument, but then, he rarely gives physical indicators. A twitch of lips from his rider however indicates the bronze isn't without his own take on the situation. "Really, Harley, don't encourage him." Brows flicker upwards at Bayan's speculation, as he observes dryly, "Have you ever thought, itinerant, that the problem is with -you-, rather than everyone else on Pern? Or does your ego not allow for such speculations?"

Harley's hands go up in the air and she rolls her eyes again, looking up at the sky as if she'll find her answer there. "Boys." she mutters. At Bayan's mention of Fort's bronzerider, her eyes narrow and she focuses her full attention on him. "I was at the hatching. Which one?" she asks bluntly. Her lips twitch and she jerks a thumb at R'hin. "He just might have a point if your finding yourself in trouble with guards and bronzeriders."

"Oh, I'm pretty sure you and him are with fault," Bayan tosses at R'hin in mild anger. "Like you should talk about egoes. You're just as arrogant as I am. Isn't that why we clash so much?" There's a brief flash of a grin, gone in less than a second before he narrows his eyes about the talk of Fort. "I wouldn't count Fort so useless at the moment," he drawls smoothly. "There's a few weyrlings there that put even you to shame, Arrogant One." The title is delivered dryly at the bronzerider. He glances at Harley then, less antagonistic towards her, "Who, that upstart little runt? Uh, Kal- naw, it's K'len now," he amends with a shrug. "He's been a thorn in my side since I've stepped foot in that Weyr. Figures he'd Impress bronze," and his eyes slide deliberately R'hin's direction. Harley's last comment gets him to chuckles, hands spreading wide in a gesture of helplesness, "And I do nothing but live," is all he offers on that.

R'hin grins unrepentantly at Harley's mutter, and widens even more into a broad grin and low chuckle at the assistant steward's agreement with him, eyes glinting with obvious amusement, even if he doesn't say anything. "Ah, see? I'm not the only one trying to get to them while they're young, Harley," he observes with a twitch of lips. The accusation of arrogance is, however, taken in stride, the bronzerider making no effort to deny it.

Harley hrmphs. "I remember that impression. Didn't hear anything unique about him, but then I don't listen to much gossip any more. I'd have thought it would have been the other one. Can't remember his name. He was laughing at the candidates who were injured." and she snorts. "Don't think much of him at all. And he impressed bronze too." She slants a look at R'hin. "I don't think you'd have outright laughed at other peoples injuries." she thinks about that for a few seconds. "At least, not out loud." she amends with a shrug.

The Igenite rogue seems to brighten at Harley's account of the hatching, "Ah, you mean V'delin," he points out to her. "Now that's one bronzerider who seems like he got his head on his shoulders." Nevermind the fact that he acts just as bad as him. "He's a fellow unsavory type. Don't mind his mocking. They're all alittle rough around the edges." A shrug is given, "He seems fine to me." R'hin's comment has him rolling his eyes, his arms coming to fold across his chest. "Oh, I'm pretty sure of dear bronzerider here would have said something slick," he adds to Harley while his eyes remain on R'hin. "I wouldn't put it pass him to mock."

An even look is given the woman by R'hin, the bronzerider sober. "You were there with me, Harley. Did you see me laughing?" A beat, then, "I take that sort of thing very seriously. I suspect the lady of the spires might have a valid theory. Disturbing, certainly." Bayan's comment earns his attention, the scruffy-haired man's arms folding across his chest in a deliberate echo of the Igenite's. "You know so very little, don't you?" The question is, apparently a rhetorical one, though there does seem to be a significant pause where an answer might be expected.

Harley's head tilts to one side. "We were lucky that we either had faster candidates or slower dragons. No offense." is added hastily in the bronzes direction. "I don't think we had the injuries Fort just had." and she shrugs, shoving some of the blond hair back off her face, trying to push it over her shoulders with that brief flick of her hand. "Lady of the, oh, you mean Satiet? What theory is that?"

Leiventh> To you, Leiventh projects, « Not slow, » he disagrees, « Choosy. »

Bayan answers R'hin's silent challenge with one of his own, his stance slightly tensing, "Since you think I know so little, care to enlighten me?" he delivers evenly at him. "Go ahead... knock me down from the high seat you claim I sit on." The rogue clearly seems to be pushing buttons again, his hazel eyes staying firmly on him. To Harley, though he doesn't waver his gaze nor stance from the bronzerider, "I was given an interesting theory about the hatching as well," he tells her in a lighter voice. "One I can certainly believe. I've yet to see a hatching as gruesome as that one. Luckily those injured are doing well. They all were walking fine when I saw them the other day."

A brief snort from R'hin as he offers, "Leiventh begs to disagree. He says he was... choosy." He tips his head briefly, voice possessing an odd hardness as he says, "That Ista's clutches have a history of violence, and Fort's having been sired by an Istan... perhaps there's something in that line. A disturbing tendency that ought not be allowed to continue." Bayan's comment earns twitch of brows, the man retorting, "And make life easy for you? Oh, no. You enjoy the challenge, I think, and I wouldn't wish to be accused of depriving you, else you might go to Fort and never come back. And -then- what would I do with myself?"

She can't help it. Harley's head goes back and she laughs. "There you go! See? Best of friends!" It takes her a minute to settle down and she nods to Leiventh. "My apologies if I insulted you." She looks like she's going to say something else, but thinks better of it. "And your right." she adds to R'hin. "That does make me wonder about the dragons at Ista now."

Leiventh> To you, Leiventh seems, if anything, puzzled. « I am not insulted. How would she know? She is not a dragon. »

"Funny, I heard the same theory when I was there," Bayan quips grudgingly. He doesn't add to it though, keeping oddly quiet on what his opinion on that is. Harley's burst of laughter as him frowning before R'hin's quip reaches his ears. "See? How can I leave when it's so obvious we're friends?" he asks dryly of him. "I wouldn't want you to feel like there's no excitement. I mean, someone has to keep an eye on him, right Harley?" he turns to the assistant stewart. With a hand on his heart, voice drippin with sarcasm, "I wouldn't /dream/ of losing your friendship and never returning, Arrogant One. Like Harley says, we are the best of friends, so we should act like it, right? You can challenge me all you want, R'hin. I'd never want to disappoint."

R'hin glances over his shoulder at Leiventh, lips curving into a sly smile. "He's not insulted," he assures Harley. "He says," a low laugh, "That you are not a dragon, so how are you supposed to know? As for Ista's line... well, I suppose we will see. And hope," his eyes trail towards the queens weyrs, "That an Istan doesn't sire a 'Reaches line." With a shift of stance, relaxed, the bronzerider observes, "I have plenty of people keeping an eye on me. I'm sure we could spare you to Fort's... generous hospitality. In fact, I'm shocked that goldrider of yours allowed you to leave. One day you'll simply disappear and break the poor girl's heart, you rogue, you." Despite the lightness of the words, pale eyes are focused intently on the erstwhile Igenite.

Harley tilts her head and thinks about that. "Oh I don't know. The Reaches dragons are pretty, well, how long has it been since we've had a hatching related injury? "I don't remember any, but then I've only been here a couple of turns. Could be the stability of the Reaches dragons might balance out the Istan violence. Possibly. Maybe." and she shrugs. "We'll find out if an Istan flies one of our golds." She's apparently decided not to comment on the barbs going back and forth between the two at this point.

Bayan's eyes narrow at him briefly, "You're assuming you know what's going on between me and Fort," the rogue delivers smoothly, pointedly not rising about the Fort goldrider. "It's none of your concern, R'hin, of what business I got in Fort....just like I've grudgingly left you and Aya alone, you do the same, there. You know very little." His words are cold and even as he regards him for a long moment. At the talk of flights between Ista and the Reaches, the rogue seems to snort and look deliberately in the direction where Satiet could be, "As if any of them could take her," he quips in a low voice, "or they would want to. Ista's better off with their own."

"Personally," R'hin says, "I wouldn't wish to test that theory. Far better, I think, to prevent that line from further breeding into the population." His eyes narrow briefly at Harley's comment, as he adds darkly, "Let's hope that never happens. What use is a large clutch during Threadfall in a few hundred Turns' time, if half the weyrlings are injured as soon as they Impress?" A low chuckle is given as pale eyes shift back to Bayan, "Oh, ho. So it's none of my business when it concerns -you- and -your- personal life, but mine is fine to discuss? You can't expect something for nothing, Bayan of Igen - you of all people ought to know that."

Vesereth waddles over from the western side of the bowl. Vesereth has arrived.

Maja vaults down Vesereth's side to the ground, as the dragon rumbles softly. Maja has arrived.

Harley's hand lifts to rub her forehead. "Don't start again, you two. Not that you ever stopped actually, but still. I'd rather go back to being friends." and her hand drops to her side again and she doesn't elaborate on the 'friends' comment. "Have either of you had supper?" Is she trying to change the subject? Or simply saying she's hungry?

Bayan works his jaw in anger, "Since when have I gone into your business, R'hin? You're still standing with all your teeth, aren't you? I don't recall tossing threats your way. I'm simply showing concern is all." A helpless shrug is given as he looks at Harley with a twitch of his lips. "Who's starting anything?" he asks her mildly. "This is tame for us and you know it. He's getting off easy....for now." His eyes slides to R'hin on those last two words, not elaborating on them. After a moment, "I ate a while back, but I can eat again," he adds belatedly for her benefit.

Leiventh's settled down in the bowl, head lowered, giving all the appearance of sleep - but then that's a normal posture for him. Nearby, a small group stands, R'hin amongst them, the bronzerider giving Harley an unrepentant look. Bayan's comment earns a scoff, eyes flickering upwards as if struggling hard to recall, "Hmm. When did you get in my business? Oh, that's a hard one, let me think? Oh! I know!" His hand rises, pointing a finger in the air as if it's only just come to him, "How about five minutes ago when you were asking about my status with Maja. Or several sevendays ago when you did -indeed- threaten me to stay away from your sister. Hm. No, that's not getting into my business -at all-, my good itinerant." The mocking words are thrown out as the only thing they can be: challenge.

Maja heads in from the direction of the lake shore, clothed in a tan cloak made of thin breathable fabric. Her arms are crossed as she approaches Bayan, R'hin and Harley, silently striding around to stand behind Harley and appear as inconspicuously conspicuous as possible. She simply waits until someone notices her, watching the argument. Eyebrows rise at R'hin's mention of herself. Vesereth is high above, no more than a shadow.

Harley just sighs. She's not even rolling her eyes any more. Noticing Maja just as she moves to stand behind her, she nods a quick, slightly distracted greeting. She thinks of several things she could do or say, finally settling on just moving back a couple of steps to let the two of them go at it. "Boys will be boys." she mutters to Maja.

Bayan's eyes narrow dangerously at R'hin, his arms tightening across his chest as he tenses. "I don't know why you're complaining," he gives in a cool voice, "when you spreaded stories about me to both Satiet and Maja months ago. It's you and your 'concern' for me that started all this." A beat. "And it be wise not to use my sister to mock at me, nor Maj-" he pauses, going blank when he sees the ex-guard coming into view. His eyes look at her for a long moment, seeming sheepishly, before it shifts to Harley and her comment. With a small frown, he forces himself to turn back to R'hin, his tone serious as he adds, "Be careful of your words, R'hin. Just because you're in Kam's decent graces doesn't mean I can't knock you a good one."

"That's true," R'hin confesses to Bayan, "But... were they -untrue- stories? I think the intervening time has proved that they were not unfounded. So I'm mystified by your gripe. My loyalty is, after all, to the Weyr." There's a slightly wry note in that, very briefly. Harley's movement draws his attention towards Maja, pale eyes lingering on the brownrider, saying nothing for a long moment, though Bayan's words draws his attention back after a beat or two. "Feel free. We are, after all, not in Ista, where you also had your chance before Kam's edict and chose not to take it. Maja, welcome," he switches attention from one to the other in an instant, greeting light and easy. "We were -just- speaking of you, lauding your abilities."

"Mmm," is all Maja says to Harley, giving her a brief glance and a nod. Her hands uncross and clasp back behind her back. She connects a moment with Bayan's gaze, her face blank, before she focuses in on R'hin. "It seems they are discussing something which they'd rather me not hear, with the scrutinizing I'm getting," she mutters to Harley. "Lauding my abilities?" Her voice is much louder, "And what abilities would those be?"

Harley looks thoughtful. "You have a point." she answers Maja. "Nothing major. Actually something pretty simple. I'll let either one of them tell you since they're being so vocal about each others habits, attributes and flaws." and she shuts her mouth, folding her hands demurely in front of her.

"You said I had ...designs on Satiet," Bayan growls at the bronzerider, "so tell me how that's true? I didn't even know her until you decided to make us acquaintances. And if you're otherwise talking about my elusive business," and the rogue gives a low chuckle, "then you're simply clueless. You still to this day know /nothing/. I'm afraid that's one dance you'll never learn." R'hin's clear challenge causes the anger to rise in him, hazel eyes seeming to size the rider up as he quips, "Don't push me, R'hin. My loyalty isn't to a Weyr." He deliberately turns from him to focus attention on both Maja and Harley, the former's question getting a non-commited shrug, "Abilities? Perhaps R'hin could answer that one better than I," and his gaze lingers on the ex-guard with an unreadble expression before looking away. Harley's pointed remark gets a raised brow, "Well, you said we were all friends right?" he quips wryly at her. "Don't friends point out other friends flaws?"

R'hin's quick to respond to Maja, "Your prowess is battle primary amongst them. Your strength of resolve. Your... tallness." The latter tacked on with a twitch of lips. "Shall I go on?" he offers, apparently sincerely, given the way his eyes linger on the brownrider. A low chuckle is evinced by the bronzerider at Bayan's accusation, "Oh, -that-. That wasn't directed at you so much as at our lady of the spires. You were a fortunate side effect," he admits, with a shift of shoulders, dismissing it.

"Ah, the usual," Maja notes to Harley, "Arguing in circles never has an end, does it?" She sniffs, shifting her weight on her feet. To Bayan, with a sudden force of defence: "R'hin knows nothing--" she stops, amends, "or very little." To R'hin: "Ah, yes. My tallness. Such an interesting subject. -Do- go on." Mocking his apparent sincerity, she looks entirely curious.

Harley's eyes are rolling again. Fit to roll right out of her head. "No. Not specifically. They support their friends, in spite of their flaws. Though I doubt the two of you would recognize that at all. You'd rather use your fists anyway." To Maja she adds "Constant circles. High, low, in-between. Even a couple of figure eights."

"Then perhaps I'm not the one who twist things to suit their needs," Bayan retorts at R'hin about the issue with Satiet. "I don't appreciate being your little pawn to get a one-up on your Satiet. You're not as manipulative as you think you are." The rogue sends a grin Harley's way, "Isn't pointin out their flaws supporting them too? An enemy wouldn't be kind enough to do that, right?" Then he shows her an open palm, "See? No fists are thrown. I'm on my best...well, I'm behaving." A wink is given and strangely enough, Maja just gets a smirk from him at her defense.

R'hin's hands spread wide, as if to indicate defeat. "Indeed, I know very little, or so everyone would have me believe. It must come from being a backwards cotholder, raised by a wherry, my only friend a tunnelsnake named Leon." Eyes flicker upwards, as if in remembrance, before a grin twitches his lips at Maja's words, eyes glinting briefly. "Your tallness is a subject unto itself, dear vixen. Where was I? Ah, yes. Your suspicion of everyone - which believe me is a boon - your ability to recognize the need for change when it screams out for it." A beat, as he holds the brownrider's eyes, voice oddly intent all of a sudden. "A rare trait, it would seem." Bayan, for the moment, is ignored.

"Figure eights? I'd like to see that--a rare sight." Maja's banter with Harley continues as R'hin and Bayan focus on each other. "My suspicion comes only with reason, though there is often a reason to keep out a watchful eye." She keeps her gaze on R'hin, narrowing her eyes as he means more than he says. "Rare? That's unfortunate." Somehow, she also looks entirely too disturbed by that remark than she ought to be.

Harley nods. "It was definitely interesting." she agrees. Finally, she hears what she's been hoping not to hear. Someone calling her name. Heaving another sigh, she continues "Well, duty calls. As much fun as it's been, I have to get back to work. Don't get too friendly." is her parting comment as she turns towards the living caverns.

Harley walks towards the western side of the bowl. Harley has left.

In the bowl, to the west, Harley strolls through the archway, into the lower caverns.

Bayan snickers at R'hin's earlier comment, eyes going to Maja at it before shaking his head. It's R'hin's assessment of the ex-guard that has him go thoughtful, noting the intent look sent her way. "Perhaps she's also a good judge of character," he adds in a low voice, an odd look sent her way before Harley announces her departure. The rogue tips his head at her, "Oh, we won't," he assures her wryly as she leaves.

"Entirely unfortunate," R'hin agrees smoothly with Maja. His eyes track Harley's departure for a moment, before lips curl at Bayan's comment. "Perhaps," he acknowledges. He turns his head to glance deliberately in Leiventh's direction, though of course the gesture isn't needed, deference perhaps to the others present. "If you'll excuse me. I seek the company of a very wise man." A nod is given to Maja, though Bayan's spared that particular gesture, as the bronzerider turns to stride for Leiventh's side.

You hop up onto Leiventh's back, as the dragon rumbles softly.

You leap into the sky.