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29-04-01: I'm not so perfect
Lydiere and M'kan talk, between dealing with their lifemates, and Lydiere admits - finally - that everything isn't perfect for her.

"Stay," insists Lyddie, who goes to fetch klah--something stronger needed to ensure her will remains strong--while Llysereth attempts to follow, becoming too big to make it to the food table in the corner. "I said, -stay-, Llys. You'll cause trouble." Evidently this causes a change of mind; Llysereth comes to a halt where she is, watching Lyddie with fast whirling eyes.

For a moment, M'kan flickers a look towards the pair and half-grins. Shaking his head, he then stretches out a bit on the couch of his and and subsides -- the instant Xaeloth trots over and nuzzles him. After that, the contently well-fed brown smoothly moves into the couch, curling up before warbling reassuringly to his golden sister. "Heyla, Lyd.." is a soft greeting from the brown's rider as Mik ponders the situation settled before him.

Llysereth responds to Xaeloth's warble with a delighted croon; evidently, she'll be fine--and is, as Lyddie moves back her way, gold attaches herself to her, and they move together towards their couch and cot. "Fardles, Llys, there's no need to follow." She raises her head, a wry grin crossing her face as she notes M'kan, "Heyla, M'kan."

"She must like following you everywhere..." M'kan softly remarks, chuckling as his hand comes to rest upon his contently (still) rumbling brown. Xaeloth stretches out and subsides after a short while. "Llysereth's quite lovely as always." He notes, and his lifemate agrees, totally. As if he wouldn't agree -- for the brown believes in the truth and being honest, or whatever.

"She wants to be involved with me. I don't think she understands that I need to be me, not just us." Lyddie scowls, but only for a moment--Llysereth nudges at her, and it dissapates if only briefly. "Thank you," she adds, politely, giving her lifemate an appraising glance, "Xaeloth's handsome, himself. Good looking." Llysereth believes in agreeing with people--and warbles brightly in such a vein.

As Xaeloth croons his compliements to his clutchsister, M'kan grins widely and then glances between his brown and then the gold. With a chuckle, he shakes his head and murmurs, "Thank you.." And at that, he stretches and yawns, mming under his breath. "Wonder what's the agenda for today."

Lydiere stretches out one mid-sized limb, allowing muscles time to stretch themselves, althogh she forces them slightly. "Welcome, of course." She casts a glance towards the main area of the barracks, admitting hope to, "Something interesting. I hope, anyway. I think by now we *know* the basics, no matter how many times they teach us. We're not as stupid as S'va seems to insist." Llysereth returns Xaeloth's croon in her smooch soprano, watching him as her head rests upon her forelimbs.

"He is just being fair to everyone. Some aren't or weren't around riders, so you have to be considerate to them." M'kan smoothly reminds, sitting upright on the couch and looking over to his fellow weyrling. Grinning partially, he then adds, "Some might've not gotten it the first time around. The repetition does some good... I think." And at that, he reaches over to rub a soft eyeridge. There is a tender expression rarely seen upon the lad's face as he communicates with his brown.

Lydiere grunts something, admitting with more clarity, "I suppose. I'm just impatient, I guess?" She twists her head to the side, watching M'kan and Xaeloth with a distant expression, while Llysereth attempts to instill a similar one, nudging up to her weyrling with a loving whuffle. "Some good," she continues, half ignoring the young dragon.

"As a rider, you'll have to be patient.. and there's one more thing.. don't ignore your dragon, either." M'kan notes that's just what Lydiere's doing. He blinks and absently rests his cheek up to Xaeloth's warm hide, smiling gently. "They need your attention and that's one thing that helps them bond to you."

"Well you're just full of advice today, aren't you?" snaps Lyddie, looking as though she immediately regrets it. Flushing lightly, the weyrling accepts a nudge from Llysereth, meeting the gold's eyes with some trepidation--and even love.

The biting remark alone has M'kan's brow rising suddenly to his hairline and he levels a /long/ look at Lydiere. It's just not your ordinary gaze but more of a fairly searching one. He then shrugs but once, "I only speak from what I learned over the Turns.. from my parents, and cousins .. who are riders too. Bits and pieces of information from our Weyrlingmaster are taken to heart and remembered." He shakes his head and then falls quietly, absently murmuring reassurances to Xaeloth. "I'm fine, Xae.."

Lydiere's expression softens from annoyed to simply miserable, which is rapidly removed as quickly as she can make it so. "Fine. I'm sorry." Poor Llys nudges again at Lydiere, who has since removed her gaze from the young gold, and focuses upon her feet.

He is /not/ annoyed or anything, just mildly confused. Well, he tries to offer some advice, but keeps quiet most of the times. M'kan nods and then murmurs, "I should keep my mouth shut, I tend to offer too much anyhow." He grins weakly over towards Lydiere, "We're pretty even on that part..."

Lydiere rubs her hand along Llysereth's headknobs, offering, "No--I think you're right. I think I just don't want to listen, or accept it. Better you at least give it a try." She's gone all quiet, even reflective, although her eyes continue to graze her feet with some concernation. "Even it is, then. Yes."

He blinks but then doesn't claim he's right and instead, he offers, "So long as we both know... I think that's all I am glad 'bout." M'kan then wonders, peering over, "You okay, Lyd, I didn't mean to make you all quiet and.. such, I try.. to.. not be so harsh in what I say, but...uh... sometimes... I can sound it." He flushes deeply and then oompfs the instant his lifemate pushes him onto the couch.

"I'm probably not fine," admits the weyrling, wrapping her knees together. "But it's all my own doing, so I guess I'll just have to make sure I get fine." Llysereth's concerned croon has a hint of a smile appear upon her face, as she adds in M'kan's direction, "You can, but it's a good thing, in a way. Better to use what you know than let it sit. Much as I hate to say that."

"Even if I drive you up the cavern walls?" M'kan teases gently, but then nods once, smiling as he sees the smile crossing over Lydiere's lips. Taking a deep breath, he then adds, "If you need an ear.. to be tugged into listening, I'll offer mine." The lad openly admits, flushing and then adds, "That's what friends are for, y'know.." Xaeloth croons warmly, echoing his lifemate's words. This draws a pensive look from the lad and he grins.

"Aie, even then." Lyddie manages a laugh, lifting herself from her depressive mood. "I'll tug away as needed. It's muchly appreciated, thank you." She raises her head to allow a grin towards him, which Llysereth adds to, tail moving to nudge against Lyddie once more.

A peek at the prodding gold, M'kan chuckles softly and nods, admitting, "I'm sure it'll be longer by the time we're done with training." Joking, he then peeks over to the other weyrling, his lips curled into a wide grin.

Lydiere gives her lifemate a long glance, admitting woefully, "Oh, without a doubt. I repeat: aie." She turns her head, facing M'kan for a moment, and then allowing her gaze to sweep through the other weyrlings.

"That's mostly what I'm here for." M'kan cheerily intones, but stops, "Oh, besides taking care of this brown here." THe dragon rumbles amusedly -- or is it the other way around? Nonetheless, it's something like that. A peek and then he mumbles. "Not sure if I can handle the other things.."

Lydiere rolls her eyes -- "Your grand purpose in life? Care for the brown, counsel the hopelessly unable weyrlings, and generally be a good listener? Admirable."

"And maybe after the ..training, find a certain harper friend of mine.." M'kan softly intones, smiling gently as he blushes deeply, looking to the ground now. The brown of his peers and rumbles, out of normal curiosity.

Lydiere twists her left eyebrow up, remarking, "That's right--I think I saw her once. Good luck, with that." Llysereth peers towards M'kan and Xaeloth, whuffling brightly. "She thinks it's sweet. I don't think she understands anything but that you like her."

J'ey yawns as he clambers out of his cot and shakes his head, and attempts to rub the sleep out of his eyes "Cousel unable weyrlings? harpers?" He shakes his head and decides a mug of klah is in order, he should not try and process conversations while still half asleep.

"Well, it's best she not.. know too much..." M'kan notes, but then after a while, he then chuckles, composure regained. A blink and he ohs, "You saw her once?" He then clears his throat, "Nemmermind." is mumbled to J'ey and then a wave is sent over towards the green 'ling.

"Probably. And yes. I think." Lyddie's mood has swung: her expression turned affable, her body relaxed, untensed, and even Llysereth accepted warmly by a smooth touch to the headknobs. "M'kan's being perfect--once more," she offers, winking.

J'ey pours his klah and wanders back "Perfect?" He decides it might be easier to take M'kan's advice about not worrying about it and he sips at it and wrinkles his nose at the tepidness of the liquid and then he has to ask "What is he doing Lydiere?"

At that, Mik is content to keep relatively mum of things. He twists about, trying to grab a paddle and then begins to smooth oil over his lifemate's neck. Absently, he then checks other spots, any dry anyhow. With a pensive look, he then reaches over and massages the oil, finding the paddle useless in this case.

Lydiere casts a glance towards M'kan, hesitates, then shakes her head. "Being himself. Nothing important, J'ey." Almost apologetic, the weyrling shifts herself, fetching oil to follow the brown weyrling's good example. "How's Tiregeth?"

J'ey looks curiously at M'kan and then at Lydiere, waiting for an explanation. He watches M'kan busy himself and shakes his head and then glances back at Lydiere and shrugs and takes a sip of his klah, seeing that no one is going to answer. He grins and glances over at the green dragonnet and smiles "Sleeping still. She had a large meal so she is sleeping it off." He taps his head "Which saves me from having to think so much."

"That's a good thing..?" M'kan inquires of J'ey and then blinks, looking pretty busy. He bows his head and peers over his lifemate, pausing to scritch a particular spot. Hearing the soft sigh of relief, the lad grins and mms, "That's good.." He murmurs to a silent comment.'

J'ey grins and rolls his eyes and nods "Definetly a good thing, when she is awake she keeps up a constant chatter til I think my head is vibrating." He sighs "Much simpler when she is asleep, I don't have to think so much." He pauses and grins wryly "Or at least so much about her needs." He settles himself down, perched on the edge of the couch, and lays a gentle hand on his lifemate's tail, belying his words slightly.

"Nice, not to have to think," mumurs Lyddie, giving Llysereth a long glance, and finally going silent.