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07-06-02: All things good and ugly
Everything isn't hugs and puppies for W'yn -- whose not-weyrmate, Ly'ette, has transfered away very suddenly.

W'yn enters a little way before bowing! ;)

Cross-legged, and sitting upon the wooden platform, Lydiere's attention is immediately transfered from hidework - ugh - to W'yn - delight - her hand lifting to wave the bronzerider closer. "W'yn! Good to see you." Llysereth lifts her head from its rested position upon her forelimb, a short huff of greeting made towards W'yn, her tail going protectively back to her eggs.

W'yn watches the golds reaction with a warm smile. "Ill not come any closer than you like Llysereth.." he offers with another polite node but little wave of greeting. Walking round the edge to try and get closer to the cross-legged Lydiere he smiles. "You to! Hope im interupting something important.." his tone light and teasing but something is not 100 there.

W'yn watches the golds reaction with a warm smile. "Ill not come any closer than you like Llysereth.." he offers with another polite node but little wave of greeting. Walking round the edge to try and get closer to the cross-legged Lydiere he smiles. "You to! Hope im interupting something important.." his tone light and teasing but something is not 100 there.

Lydiere exchanges a glance with Llysereth, the queen huffing quietly, at length. "She doesn't mind," says Lydiere, more quietly-- less bouyant. "Come and sit with me, if you'd like. She knows you won't hurt the eggs, and of course you're not interrupting anything important. It's just hidework." There's evidence, within the fact that her expression is concerned and quiet, that Llysereth did not keep entirely quiet over her last exchange with Zymanth.

W'yn wanders over and thanking Llysereth first he slips down to sit next to Lydiere, his own legs crossing easily and his elbows going to rest upon his knees. "Thankyou!" he offers to both before he chuckles. "I cant get my head around hidework either! Been trying for what seems like hours but ive been going round in circles so.." he smiles broadly then adding. "I heard that the wonderful day of clutching had gone so thought id come down and see the eggs. A good selection, large though! Was Llysereth ok?" light conversation really but he means it cincerely. Its like a rippling undertone. The truth is there about what Lydiere was concerned about but W'yn at the time is sort of ignoring it.

"Sometimes," says Lydiere, keeping her voice quiet, "it's a good idea to take a break from it, if things just aren't working-- good to talk to someone, clear your head. How are things?" That's a slightly probing question-- she's hesitant to ask outright, but she'll try, her head turning towards W'yn's, eyes seeking answers within his eyes. "Ah, Llysereth's all right, now. She was exhausted, and her muscles hurt-- it wasn't pleasent, while she was clutching, but she's recovered more or less. There was, thankfully, no tearing. Just stretching."

W'yn allows his shoulders to lower with a sigh as he looks back over to Llysereth. "Thats good to hear, tears can be so painful for them, and with her sitting in hot sands.." he shakes his head and winces. Suddenly as he turns his head he locks eyes with Lydiere and knows where the question might be coming from. "Zymanth speak with Llysereth?" he asks lightly with a chuckle. "Things? things are interesting..!" is his initial answer but then he chuckles. "Pretty awful really.." and gives a little shrug.

Lydiere gives a single nod, a short, almost invisible motion of her head complete with a serious, taut-lipped expression. "Apparently. She was pretty upset about it-- for Zymanth's sake, and for yours. Do you--" Lydiere hesitates, stumbling over the words, as her hand reaches out to try and take W'yn's. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asks, finally, her head tilting to the side.

W'yn winces. "Oh dear! First her flight and Zymanth gets in there and then, well it must have been just before the clutching or in the evning of? I mean thinking of the timezones.." He accepts the hand readily and squeezes it before he nods slowly. His face looking normal but tired. Looking up then he gives a small smile. "Your willing to listen.. I mean I dont want to upset you or Llysereth or.." he pauses then chuckles. "All because I spotted her knot.." he adds then.

Lydiere squeezes that hand back, with both of her own hands, fingers twining with W'yn's as she watches his face, eyes still meeting eyes. "The night before. She had an awful night-- she was pretty worried, and thus, pretty tired when it came to clutching. But... that's the way it goes. We're all right, and as long as you are--" She hesitates, tilting her head to the side. "'Spotted her knot'? Tell me, W'yn. I don't think you'll upset us."

Lydiere squeezes that hand back, with both of her own hands, fingers twining with W'yn's as she watches his face, eyes still meeting eyes. "The night before. She had an awful night-- she was pretty worried, and thus, pretty tired when it came to clutching. But... that's the way it goes. We're all right, and as long as you are--" She hesitates, tilting her head to the side. "'Spotted her knot'? Tell me, W'yn. I don't think you'll upset us."

W'yn sighs and shakes his head. "He should have thought of her also..." a slightly croon from outside is heard and W'yn nods. Keeping his fingers entwined with Lydieres he looks down to his knees slowly. "R'yn gave me an errand to Western and said i could take the time off to visit Ly'ette." He pauses after her name to take a breath, trying not to let his lower lip quiver. "I walked in and was so surprised, her weyr was..well decorated." but then I remembered she would have been staying for a while." he nods and looks up as if pausing to see that Lydiere knew why. Looking down again he chuckles. "She was sat there trying to hide a scroll but all the time her knot was on view on her riding jacket. Western Colours..she had Westerns colours not Istans.. She said I was being selfish wanting to drag her back when she was so worried that the child might not live. I could understand all that but I could not understand the transfer." he had not finished the whole story but here he just cant speak for a moment, a frown growing upon his face.

"No, she's always willing to listen," says Lydiere, her words echoed by the softest of croons from Llysereth, the gold having turned her head away from her eggs in order to watch W'yn with concern, eyes whirling with tints of red to their blue. She listens in silence, still holding tight to W'yn's hand with both of her own, eyes focused directly upon him. "Oh, W'yn. I'm so sorry. I-- I don't know what to say." Concern has turned to genuine hurt and confusion, her head shaking. "I don't... I can't understand it. Oh, /W'yn/."

W'yn chuckles lightly at Lydieres last words and nods. "Neither do I! I mean she could come back when she is done, after the birth and such..but no, we ended up wit her telling me to go, not to cut off our child and well.. as if I would. She said it was my choice to stay in Ista and not go to Western, but she knows I could not leave.." Suddenly he stands, his eyes soft and tearful. Open emotion from the bronzerider as his voice cracks. "I've, I've goto go and sort myself out. I have a meeting soon and well.." he sniffs and letting go of Lydieres hand reluctantly adds. "Thankyou Lydiere and you Llysereth, both for being there for me, and Zymanth..he is just as confused." he bobs his head quicky and gives a smile before he is gone.

W'yn walks out to Entrance Foyer.