Dragon Logic Wins Again [OPEN]

[Boobalicious]

It is raining. Aryna glanced up at Zarath from her place at the small table in their weyr. Draped across it and trailing onto the floor was the blue’s flying straps, a beautiful pale tan leather that stood out remarkably against his hide. Since it was, indeed, raining, the blue rider had taken it upon herself to go over and mend her straps. She had at least three sets: one for Threadfall, one for just straight flying, and another set that was very nice, exquisitely assembled and embellished. It had cost her an arm and a leg and half her soul, but it looked stunning on Zarath and he wore it whenever they attended a Gather or other special function. But for now, they were going nowhere, stuck inside due to the inclement weather… which did not make Zarath happy in the least.

I hate the rain. The blue’s sullen grumble caused his rider to glance up again with a quirk of her eyebrow. Shaking her head, she put the strap she was working on aside, reaching for another. That one would have to go to the tanner; there was a weak place in the leather that was beyond her mending skill. She’d known about it for some time, but since she despised doing the maintenance work on her straps, she often ended up just using a different set temporarily if one was in need of attention. A bad habit to be in, certainly, but nothing had happened thus far, and until it did, Aryna was unlikely to change her ways.

“Zarath, stop complaining. If you hate the rain so, then take a note from Pretty.” The brown flitter mentioned was curled up in a tight little ball on the furs, fast asleep. He was sleeping with his head and neck twisted in such a way that his head was upside down completely, obscured up to his little mouth by the furs. It looked like a mighty uncomfortable position to sleep in to her, but what did she know? Apparently the strange creature found the position very comfortable, as he’d been sleeping like that for as long as Aryna could remember. Every once in a while, the brown’s wing twitched, but he slumbered on. Shaking her head slightly, the blue rider moved on to the next piece of leather, ignoring the baleful look she was receiving from her dragon.

I am not tired.

“Then just shut up so I can get this done; you know how I hate doing this.” There was no heat to her words; in fact, the intense boredom she felt seemed to leak into them, which was possibly the only reason Zarath decided not to get huffy and sulk.

Of course; I merely thought my complaints would keep you company. Humor? From Zarath? It was known to happen, but not often. Which was probably why Aryna actually smiled, although she didn’t look up from her work.

“Complaining enough for the both of us then, is that it?”

Were it not for the rain, you would not be stuck doing this abhorrent task.

“That is very true.”

I dislike the rain. This time, Aryna remained silent. Another victory for dragon logic.

[Symphony]

Pouting about it will not rid you of the rain, Zarath, nor will it change that your straps need mending, or that the weather will truly do as it pleases.

The sarcastic 'voice' could belong to none other than Tsakyyth, who swept into Zarath's weyr as if she owned it. Her flying was less graceful than most dragons, but what she lacked in the air she more than made up for as she landed, twisting about as she made herself comfortable. The droplets of rain that settled on her dark green hide added an unusual sheen; or perhaps that sheen was spawned by the fact that she would be flying within the next sevenday. Whatever it was, Tsakyyth's hide definitely appeared to glow more than usual... but not quite enough to be mistaken. She flared her wings prettily before settling down as if to watch Aryna and Zarath, then she crooned.

Lirmine comes.

Tsakyyth's presence was usually a predecessor to K'lir, when she was around anyone but her twin. Only Yukasth did she visit without hesitation, as the green was not a friendly dragon by any means. Though, the fact that she deigned to grace Zarath with her presence meant that she considered him worth more than most. Or perhaps it was his rider she considered worthwhile? Whatever it was, Tsakyyth did not appear eager to explain as her eyes whirled with particular amusement -- amusement that was not entirely kind.

Sure enough, but a moment after Tsakyyth's arrival, K'lir stumbled into Aryna's weyr. And stumbling really was the best description for it if the way the greenrider wobbled about was any indication. Eyes closed, K'lir looked to be perfectly asleep, his dark brown hair falling as a curtain over his face. His clothes were in a disarray but it was not to be judged as he'd slept in them, rather than anything more suspicious. Nocturnal was K'lir, as evidenced by the fact that despite being raised at Sanctum Weyr his entire life, he was startlingly pale. He'd always been fair skinned, but in recent Turns it was unusual to see K'lir out and about when it wasn't dark. The fact that he was moving around and not groaning was clear indication that whatever he wanted was of mild importance.

"Aryna, fix Tsakyyth's straps for me."

Or not.

Wobbling, K'lir wandered over to fall into the furs face first next to Pretty, his eyes falling closed. He was half-asleep, but Tsakyyth had relayed to him Zarath's complaints and he just could not pass up the opportunity to annoy Aryna when it presented itself. Mumbling incoherently, he lifted one hand to poke the firelizard in the side. If he couldn't sleep, neither could the flitter, tch. "Wake up."

[Boobalicious]

Perhaps, but it helps to pass the time. There is nothing more productive to do at the moment. Zarath’s tail twitched like that of an annoyed feline as the green came into his weyr, but he didn’t seem at all surprised at her sudden arrival and took several steps back to accommodate her. They had similar views toward one another it seemed; whether it was simply because Aryna liked K’lir or if the blue had his own reasons was unclear, but whatever the explanation, Zarath tolerated Tsakyyth well, better than he did most other dragons. In fact, there were times when it seemed the oddly-colored blue actually enjoyed the green’s presence. This would probably be one of those times, as he now had something to occupy him… even if it was only by staring at her.

Aryna glanced up from her work as Tsakkyth arrived, even though she was pretty certain she knew who it was already. Still, it never hurt to check. “Good day to you, Tsakyyth.” Her greeting was pleasant, as always. The blue rider was rather fond of dragons of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Even if she despised a particular rider, that rider’s dragon would always receive the utmost respect from her. It was something that bothered Zarath, but he’d learned to put up with it over the Turns; no amount of growling, snarling, or complaining would change his rider’s ways, so he’d given up rather quickly. No one ever said the blue was a fool. He swiveled his head toward the entrance, rumbling lightly as he did so, as though waiting for something.

And there it was, stumbling through the door in a way that might have made Zarath smile had he been human. Aryna merely raised an eyebrow at the spectacle as she continued to mend her straps. “What terror has befallen Pern that has you up before dusk?” She gave him a scathing look in response to his request, even if he couldn’t see it. “Not if you paid me!” She paused. “Although, if the amount was generous enough, I might reconsider.” She eyed the green rider as he collapsed in her furs, which caused Pretty to snort and jerk his head up. Aryna couldn’t help but laugh as the flit’s eyes seemed glued shut… he was doing a remarkable impression of K’lir right now. But Pretty didn’t take kindly to being woken, then poked, and squawked indignantly at K’lir to show his displeasure before scootching across the furs out of the young man’s reach. He then curled up again. Hrrumph. It wasn’t /his/ fault that K’lir was awake when he didn’t want to be! Silly human.

“Leave him be.” Aryna’s admonishment came with a snicker; she couldn’t help it. There was something about Pretty’s indignation that was always amusing. “He’s old, and needs his sleep.” This earned another squawk from the brown. He was not old, thank you very much! He was just pleasantly seasoned. But Aryna ignored him and put the newly mended strap aside. Now that she had company, however annoying it might be, the work tended to go faster. “So is that the only reason you’ve dragged yourself out of your furs, K’lir? To come harass me and my poor old flitter?” Another squawk from Pretty. He was NOT /old/, shard it! Again, he was ignored, and, grumbling, took wing and swooped into Zarath’s weyr. He was safer with the dragons. But the blue didn’t seem to appreciate it, and swung his head at the flit.

Get away, pest. Despite the words, the tone was almost bored as the blue reached down and began to push Pretty across the floor of the weyr with his snout, earning shrieks from the brown. Was there nowhere he could sleep in peace!? A hint of amusement came to Zarath’s eyes as he rumbled, laughing at the brown’s reaction.

“All right, enough picking on the firelizard. Leave him alone, Zarath.” The blue crooned quietly and lifted his head before settling down comfortably. Soft scolding sounds were still coming from Pretty’s direction, and it only seemed to add to the dragon’s decidedly pleased look. Even so, the brown rearranged himself and plopped down, curiously close to Zarath. He often slept with the blue, despite Zarath’s apparent protest. Soon, the brown would likely be curled up between the dragon's tail and flank. He was much more comfortable than stone, after all.

[Symphony]

Tsakyyth looked at Aryna for a moment, but did not acknowledge her. It wasn't in the green's way to be friendly. She didn't like anyone very well, except for hers and Yn're, and even then she had only a level of tolerance for him based around the fact that he was Yukasth's and also able to talk to her. That meant, essentially, that Yn're was her property - the way other people might claim objects. Perhaps not the most friendly of views, but Tsakyyth had never claimed to be friendly and her rider was the epitome of anything but. In fact, K'lir was considered one of the least friendly individuals at Sanctum Weyr, a fact he was abnormally proud of. While she did not share her rider's enthusiasm for being unapproachable, Tsakyyth did not want to give the incredibly inaccurate opinion of liking to be bothered. A good term to describe the green's general demeanor was 'snobby.' People weren't worth her time.

"You don't know what I'd pay you with," K'lir countered. Were he more awake the comment might have had a more suggestive, even lewd undertone, but half-asleep, he sounded merely bored. Bored and perhaps tired, though as much could be expected. The squawking - or perhaps Aryna's next statement - managed to wake K'lir up enough that his eyes opened, mere splashes of amber against the shades of brown of his hair. In certain lighting, the strands could even be described as red - but only by some. Truly his hair was brown. "Or how much of it I'd grant..."

Dirty minds unite! Rolling over, K'lir watched Pretty fly away with a bemused smile, as if the firelizard was the most interesting thing he'd witnessed and some might have argued that he was. Definite was it that the firelizard was an entertainment in his own right, acting so indignant. K'lir had no flits of any kind, due to his sour disposition often repelling them, but he'd always bothered Aryna's whenever Pretty was around. It wasn't a new habit, since he and Aryna had practically grown up together. He was honestly surprised Pretty did not carry a certain level of disdain for him but he'd eventually concluded the firelizard's memory wasn't good enough to hate him. That or he was smart enough to not show it, as Lir tended to pick on anyone who expressed outward dislike of him. What could he say, he enjoyed giving others crap. A habit his beautiful green also shared. Neither of them minded giving others trouble.

A fact which was emphasized in Tsakyyth's behavior. Aryna scolded Zarath, not her, and Tsakyyth pointedly turned to look at the firelizard. Then she whipped her tail around, using the edge at the end to nudge the firelizard (gently, of course) away from Zarath. The action was deliberately intended to set off Pretty, and Tsakyyth's eyes whirled magnificent shades of blue and green. Her wings spread and she crooned, quietly, as if daring the little firelizard to retaliate.

"Tsakyyth." Whether K'lir was actually scolding her or not was up for debate for he certainly had no venom or heat in his voice, even as he did sit up. Nor did he add to that one word, instead turning to Aryna in interest, "Have you seen Yn're, Aryna? I haven't. He and Yukasth are gone and Yukasth was close to flight." The unspoken admission of worry showed on his face. Tsakyyth seemed perfectly okay which was the only thing that kept K'lir from tearing apart the areas surrounding Sanctum in hopes of finding the other greenrider. Yn're was... tolerated at best, but Yukasth was Tsa's beloved sister and K'lir felt a distinct fondness for her as well - her visage the mirror of his beautiful Tsa. Some part of him would always care. "He didn't tell me he was going .. anywhere...?"