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07-05-02: Battle stations
G'wain's been too scared to Lydiere, and that's only made her upset; when they meet up at W'yn's accidentally, all hell breaks loose. Poor W'yn.
[DTU/Project] Zymanth senses that Llysereth's touch is distant-- a ripple of pearlescent thought, gliding through your mind for the briefest of moments, the faintest hint of lavendar wafting as a reminder of her presence: knock, knock, can she come in?
[DTU/Project] Llysereth senses that Zymanth snowflake thoughs float down and land with the lightest of touch, white and pure as he happily accepts: please do!!
[DTU/Project] Zymanth senses that Llysereth's pleased-- oh, so pleased! She's coming!
Llysereth's lowered forelimb proves a perfect perch, allowing you an easy advent to the ground below--where Llysereth's loving gaze captures yours for a brief moment of solitary adoration.
W'yn lowers the carving and smiles. "I enjoy doing such work.." his wave of his hand shows his weyr before he chuckles adding. "Ahh well, as long as she does.." he offers with a chuckle, pushing away the cloths, carving and box with a light hand. Turning round then he takes the scroll. "Ahh, for your new setup..." he takes the scroll and reads. "Zanei eh?" he offers with a smile and a nods. "yes, she shows good skills, well picked..Ill.." he clicks his fingers and stands. Turning round he walks to a small box on one of his shelves and returns a moment later with the appropriate knot. "here, I'll change her position on the rosta.." he offers before adding. "And also, if Alexana has not seen you, she has requested to be transfered back to Phoenix, which is fair enough as she is the WeyrHealer.." W'yn admits his mistakes. He would go on but Zymanth informes him in a jubilant tone that someone else is here. "ahh Lydiere! Welcome!"
Lydiere knocks upon the wall of the weyr-- real useful, not-- before she makes her way in, calling, "W'yn? Zymanth said we could visit, but I see Ahreluth's already here, and I don't want to interrupt--" She comes into the weyr proper, not bothering to wait for an affirmative of negative, her words coming out just before W'yn's greeting. "W'yn! And-- Oh, you, too." That'd be towards G'wain, said teasingly; there's no doubt she's just as pleased - more pleased? - to see him.
[DTU/Project] Llysereth senses that Zymanth croons softly with as much pleasure as the mind he touches holds. <
G'wain looks almost sheepish as he glances at Lydiere, hesitant. But she's happy, so he brightens a little. "You, too?" He asks, his smile placed carefully as he movies to find a seat, the same one that he was in the other day. "Don't yet - I've got something in store..." He says this to W'yn, and turns his glance to Lydiere as well, "Don't mention that you know who the wingsecond's going to be." He's rather short at the moment, and furtive glances to Lydiere and then the seat beside him (Which, incidentally, J'ey occupied the other day) might tell of the reason why.
[DTU/Project] Zymanth senses that Llysereth settles comfortably down upon the ledge, her tail flicking off towards the bowl-- a fine thing for those below in the bowl to see, to be sure. << Good. >> Gleam.
W'yn smiles broadly from where he stands and nods. "Course you can visit..and unless G'wain had more business I think we are almost done.. a prompt one here Lydiere..already got his wingsecond..what don't change it or say?" W'yn looks confused for a moment and looks quickly to Lydiere before back to G'wain. "ok, ill go along with it.. " he cocks his head to one side before asking. "You know about this Lydie?"
Lydiere's apparently fairly good at picking up nuances; G'wain's sheepishness draws a certain hesitation to her, as she moves to sit down-- coincidentally, within the seat where J'ey sat the other day -- crossing her hands within her lap. "I won't," she agrees, somewhat less bouyantly than her previous statements suggested her mood was. "I guess I do know, W'yn," she says, calmly. "Oh, good. I don't want to have to sit through your business - yawn."
[DTU/Project] Llysereth senses that Zymanth gets himself comfortable, his own tail slipping slightly over the edge as he makes more room for gold upon the ledge. His muzzle tilted slightly towards Llysereth as he sighs out lightly.
[DTU/Project] Zymanth senses that Llysereth's careful - oh, so careful - not to take up more room than she possibly can; it's squishy, after all, with three dragons, and she's ever conscious of her size. << Oh! Is something the matter, Zymanth? >> Ever quick to rush the saccharine-laced empathy, her quavering voice is tangible.
G'wain chuckles softly, but it's a nervous chuckle as he reclines. "I was thinking of having some fun. Setting the wing a test to see if they could work out, from clues that I place, the person who's going to get the new knot. You won't have to sit through business, Lydiere - I just had to give W'yn this. Was more of a social call." Reclined in the chair, he's not exactly snuggled up to Lydiere, worried that she might be bothered by the outcome of the flight. Well, that, and other reasons which may or may not pass.
W'yn chuckles lightly and smiles. "Sounds like a fun idea G'wain! what is it the Harpers call it? Team building?" his face screws up into a frown for a moment before he smiles broadly and nods. "I like social visits..so as of now this is social..drinks?" he asks lightly, showing he has Klah and juice, but alas no wine..well he might have a skin somewhere but after G'wains one glass..need he think more! Turning to Lydiere he looks hopeful. "A social visit from you to?" his smile broad though his eyes flick between the two slightly.
It might be extrapolated that it's G'wain's hesitance that has Lydiere's expression impassive, her posture as straight as straight can be, her gaze set firmly upon W'yn, rather than her weyrmate. "Thank goodness for that!" False cheer? It's difficult to tell; she's certainly quietish. "Juice would be nice," she adds, quickly, her head nodding. "Just social. Anything to escape the boring tedium of life in general."
[DTU/Project] Llysereth senses that Zymanth croons lightly, his main rufling slighly with the action of his muzzle turning to look to Llysereth. <
[DTU/Project] Zymanth senses that Llysereth's touch quavers again--still? << Your poor bush! How /rude/ of them. Those /nasty/ greens. >> Tsk, tsk; her disapproval radiates. << In that case, I'm glad you're sighing. I wouldn't want to know that anything was the matter, really. Except for the poor bush. >>
Difficult to tell, yet not impossible. And for someone who knows her so well, G'wain can tell. Not that he calls her on it.. rather, he finds himself doing that same. "I'd love a drink, W'yn!" He's not going to have any wine, which is probably a good thing. He'd end up confessing all, and that's not good. "Life? Boring? Never..." Again, that nervous chuckle. Maybe he should just say something.
W'yn at this moment feels rather emotionally touched by his friends. They came to see him to escape the tedium of life! He turns away from them as his face shows the warm smile, and buisies himself with collecting the drinks. Turning back his eyes fianally notice the stiffness of Lydiere and then the maybe hysterical side to G'wain. Without thinking about it he passes over the drink. Turning back to his seat he mumbles, he hopes under his breath, "J'ey!"
"Well, 'boring' might not be the word." It takes Lydiere some time to come out with that, leaving silence to sit as she formulates what she's going to say. "But /distractions/ from it are good things. I'd rather not dwell on anything." Is that layered? Probably. She's evidently not about to say anything. Pause - W'yn's word isn't quite caught, but it was close enough so that she gets a possible conclusion-- her brow furrows, as she turns away, sipping at her juice.
[DTU/Project] Llysereth senses that Zymanth sighs once more with happiness before looking round to the squashed bush. <
[DTU/Project] Zymanth senses that Llysereth's not quite sure what 'pruning' is, but in her naive way, she decides that this is wonderful. << Oh! He's /very/ talented, your rider. I don't think Lydiere would know how to do that. I'm sure the poor bush will get all the treatment it could possibly need. >>
[DTU/Project] Llysereth senses that Zymanth blinks once and slowly before crooning. <> he nods once to afirm this openly.
[DTU/Project] Zymanth senses that Llysereth laughs-- at least, it's the equivalent of a laugh, or thereabouts, a trickling of cold water, bubbling and rippling. << I should hope you like yours! >> Llysereth's adoration of Lydiere is impossible to doubt-- her feelings are obvious, throughout every touch of her mind. << Mine is perfect. >>
G'wain's eyes go wide at W'yn word. And Lydiere's sitting right next to him, too! But it gets G'wain thinking, if he wasn't before... And with thinking about J'ey comes thinking about J'ey and G'wain... and that causes... embarassment. Crossing his legs, G'wain near glares at W'yn, before he moderates his expression. "Thankyou, W'yn." Hint of malice there? If so, not much. "I like distractions. They're fun." J'ey was a distraction? "You're right though. Dwelling isn't helpful, some of the time." Some of the time.
W'yn blinks a few times as he catches the tone in G'wains words and winces as he finally takes his seat and drinks some of his Juice. "Fresh enough I hope.." he offers raising his glass for a moment. "Distractions are good..yes well they are and everyone needs some!..." He offers with a few blinks of his eyes. "Oh Lydi..what do you think of this.." he once again shows off his carving of the schene of impression. Is someone also trying to distract??!!
Lydiere's rather dubiously fascinated with her juice. Perhaps it's a particularly pretty colour, perhaps the light shines through it in a certain way, perhaps she's studiously avoiding looking at G'wain at all, stiffening at his reactions. It takes W'yn's showing of the carving to draw her attention away from said juice - she doesn't even respond to conversation - and then she gives a brief, tight smile. "Oh, W'yn, that's lovely. Who made it for you?"
J'ey was a nice distraction... thoughts like these pass through G'wain's head as W'yn shows off the carving, and he blinks at Lydiere's... assumption that it was made for him. "Uhh, Lydiere..." He pauses a moment. "W'yn made that. For Ly'ette." His legs firmly crossed as not to embarrass himself, he's stuck here for a little while, at least. Sipping at his drink (which his player has no idea as to what it is) he contents himself with looking around the room, coughing as that little bit of drink seems to go down the wrong way.
W'yn continues to drink is JUICE of er some rather pink liquid and nods with G'wains words. "Its my hobbie.." once again he waves about his weyr to indicate his other carvings. "its for Ly'ette, no real reason for it..been making it for a while." he admits then before chuckling and adding. "Thinking of J'ey, I said I would make him a table for his Weyr. I really must complete it..ive the wood and such.." see, he got out of why he mumbled that name!
Lydiere flushes immediately upon G'wain's words-- although she quickly looks rather put out, rather than contrite, although she does her best to make ammends: "Oh! I'm sorry. It was just so good; I'd forgotten that you did things like that." That doesn't stop her from glaring at G'wain's feet, her lips curling slightly in distaste. "J'ey? Oh. That will be...nice." She's caught the crossing of G'wain's legs, and no doubt has shuffled it away, avoiding mention like the plague.
G'wain sips at his juice once more, even though the last time he absently sipped he ended up coughing. "I think J'ey needs a new bed too," He muses to himself, perfectly innocent. Lets let that fester a moment, shall we? Then, at the glances I'm sure he'll get, he explains, "He mentioned it the other day." He's flushed a light shade of red... mentioning J'ey and bed in the same sentence makes him shift in his seat. G'wain's feet must smell, for them to solicit such glares, and they twitch as he again looks at anything that's not breathing. W'yn... Get me out of this!
How on Pern can W'yn get G'wain out of what he just said. Frowning for a moment as though quickly in thought he chuckles. "You know I think that whole weyr was a dump when he moved in, he didnt get a new one and Ive been keeping him busy with wings and such..." waffle, and useless. "Lydiere. you ok?" he finally asks..better out than in whith your friends and Weyrmates!
If Lydiere appeared to be uncomfortable, and perhaps disapproving, before, she's now downright upset-- her eyes shoot up, away from G'wain's feet, and to the ceiling above, as she blinks several times, apparently attempting to regain control of her facial expressions. "Oh. Of course. I'm sure beds were /quite/ the topic of conversation." Pause. "Oh, I'm perfectly fine, thank you, W'yn."
G'wain folds his arms, quite stubborn about his innocence. "What do you want me to say, Lydiere? That I had a horrible time, hated every moment, and couldn't wait to be out of there?" Frowning, he's even inched away from her on the couch. "J'ey's a friend. My dragon caught his. Contrary to popular belief," his tone is cynical and sarcastic, "these things happen. You want me to tell you that he was terrible in bed? Just say the word, and I'll lie to you. But I don't want to. Not ever." He still loves her, no matter how he might act. Though where this is coming from is unknown.
W'yn looks from one to the other and falls silent for a time. Smiling warmly at Lydiere but he cant think of anything to say, he should and he must. For a time he sips on his Juice and then looks outside to the gold and bronzes and smiles with a light sigh, that echoes his dragons previous. "Flights cause such trouble but can bring people closer together.." meaning the black eye he sustained with Ly'ette. His hand raises to his face to show his thought.
"You /hypocrite/!" snaps Lydiere, jumping up from the seat, and moving across the room, turning about with her hands upon her hips. "I'm sorry, W'yn. I'm breaking the peace of your weyr. But--damn it, G'wain. I was perfectly /fine/ with you sleeping with J'ey, as you might know if you've spoken to him. But I am not fine with the way you were acting so guilty. Practice what you preach, will you? I don't care what he was like in bed, that's not the point. I'm quite sure I didn't moon over L'rien."
G'wain still has his arms folded. He's /18/, and not entirely mature in every aspect of his life. "I'm not mooning over J'ey." Not /much/. *cough* He thought he was being surrepticious. "I... didn't know you were fine with it. You haven't said anything more than two words since then. I thought you were angry with me, or something." Looking to W'yn, G'wain lets out a heavy sigh. He's going to need help on this one, perhaps. And on subsequent 'ones'. "I never know with you. Which makes it interesting, don't get me wrong, but I'm not the expert. If I'm meant to be like a dragon in your head, knowing what you're thinking... /that/ is unfair." Women. Oi. He doesn't even know half of what he's saying.
W'yn jumps himself at the sudden outburst from Lydiere, and in a fluit motion stands as if to support her or something. He stops himself and steps back listening to what they both have to say. Looking from one to the other he suddenly holds up his hands. "Hold it eh?! I dont mind the piece of my weyr being broken, Im glad you can both be as open with me here listening in but.." he looks slowly from one to the other. "This is the point I was speaking to you about G'wain, if your working too hard and not listening to Lydiere enough then why is she going to speak with you..then when you need to speak with you, she is just as liable to be busy..." he looks from one again. "I dont know how the flight was with J'ey and please dont go into detail but well.. I know how they can effect me. I was very glad when N'tan took that blue rider when Zymanth won that flight.." he adds suddenly.
Lydiere breaks her gaze away from G'wain, as if remembering - again - that W'yn is actually in audience of this little exchange. "Exactly," she declares, as if it proves her point entirely. "Flights are just /flights/. I'd rather you talked to me, G'wain, than making up my mind for me on how I'm supposed to react. I never said you had to know everything automatically, for shards sake. But I expect a little maturity. Perhaps I should know better than to do that - you're hardly more than a child, after all." She pauses for breath, exhaling audibly. "Sorry, W'yn. Again."
G'wain frowns, almost wincing at Lydiere's comments. She's /damn/ nasty when she wants to be. "Maybe it's the fact that Ahreuth holds affection after a flight and it flows through the bond to me. I don't know. But flights affect me differently than you, W'yn, anyone else." G'wain's insecure about being able to love Lydiere just for that reason - he's so young, and the age difference, although not often commented on, is still there. She really hit a sore spot with that last comment. Snarl. "I didn't hear you complaining about my age last week when you were screaming my name, now, did I?" W'yn is looked to, really ignored for now. Lydiere's being meeeeaaan.
W'yn blinks a few times and then a few times more. He nods his head lightly at the apology but turns his attention suddenly to Zymanth, his eyes going unfocused for a moment and adds. "Sorry, he was worried for Llysereth.." the bronze calmed W'yn cant help but go read as he totally understands G'wains words. He looks once again from the pair before turning to get some juice, rather calm looking really. He is there if needed but this needs to be sorted between them.
"Now /that/ was below the belt." Pot? Kettle? Black. Yes. Lydiere scowls, her head drawn up into the air. "I can look past that, when you actually act like an adult, instead of a child. If you want to act like a child, G'wain, go right ahead, but don't count me in." W'yn's mention of Llysereth draws a grimace; evidently the dragon in question is making herself perfectly clear. "/Fardles/."
G'wain raises an eyebrow from his sitting position. "You don't seem to care about times when you've acted like a child, now, Do you? I'm... now, what was it... hardly more than a child, so I have an excuse. What's yours?" G'wain's going into dangerous ground here, triple-backing insults, or something like that. W'yn had better do something to cool these two down. Got a couple of pitchers of water? Ahreluth rumbles on the ledge outside, tail flicking at his rider's agitation.
W'yn has not got a clue what to do but he really should do something. Join in?! No... Banging his pitcture down on the table he turns round. In a soft voice but very stern he speaks. "Enough!!" looking from one to another. "You should not have to have excuses. A flight is a flight and as riders you understand the outcome!!" He cocks his head to one side once more and then continues. "Enough of this.. dont taunt each other into a frenzie..I dont want to see either of you in this situation.." ok so he has the rank to tell G'wain to calm but Lydiere..never.
Lydiere mimics G'wain's movement unconsciously, her expression surprised. "And when do I act like a child, Bronzerider?" Her voice is sharp-- she's by no means placated, and doesn't seem to be in any hurry to become so. Llysereth's distress is paramount: her eyes whirl rapidly, her mind a cool steel trap; nothing goes in and out without a sharp note. This is /not/ right. They're supposed to be /romantic/. W'yn's stern words, belatedly, make an impact, and she shuts her mouth. "Faranth. I'm sorry, W'yn." Again. And again. But--
Romantic? Ahreluth nuzzles Llysereth lightly. He can hold affection for two at once, can't he? Or is he in the canine house too? G'wain pulls himself out of the couch, his drink having been set down long ago, a near growl at Lydiere. "When you were beating me with a floppy roll of hides, perhaps?" W'yn is looked to but ignored, the rider choosing instead to stalk to his dragon. Mounting up smoothly, he looks back over his shoulder, an apologetic glance at W'yn before he commands Ahreeluth to leave, which of course, the dragon does.
Zymanth is just as adgitated, but his is with concern, for once he does not care about his precious bush and it is forgotten as he looks from Llysereth to Ahreluth. W'yn holds up a hand to stop the apologies from Lydiere and turns to watch G'wain go. For a moment he steps to one side as if to stop the fellow Bronzerider but instead lets him go. Zymanth on the other hand becomes the comfoter, crooning lightly towards Llysereth.
"That's not fair!" says Lydiere, yelling after G'wain, fuming. "And don't think that you're going to sleep at home, tonight. I won't have you anywhere near my bed." Find a floor, somewhere - so there. She collapses back into a seat as soon as he's gone, sighing. "Damn him." Llysereth huffs once, but returns Ahreluth's nuzzle before the bronze leaves. For the moment, he's not so bad. Apparently. "What am I supposed to do, W'yn?"
W'yn slips back into his seat for a moment and sighs. "I dont know Lyddi.." he offers before looking up and smiling. "You both seem to be having a hard time for a while now.." he offers as half admitting his thoughts and half wondering if he is right.