Upon on of the higher benches, hunched over a text, can be found the messenger-candidate. Blond/blue hair is hanging slightly into his face, but Khory doesn't seem to mind. He has finally found a quiet place to hide from some of the other, more rowdy candies, even though the heat from the sands is a bit stiffling. Which might explain why he has doff'ed his regular clothing and donned his hatching robe. It's light. It's airy. Why not put it to use now?

Sinead comes up the stairs.

Sinead wanders innocently in, "Oh, hello," the girl smiles to the others as she looks over onto the sands.

Kinecha strips off her outer tunic as she comes up the stairs, leaving her wearing just the light gray one with no sleeves covering her upper body. "Hey there, Khory," she says, stomping up the stairs to sit next to him. "Why're you wearing /that/?" Pointing to the white robe, she lifts an eyebrow, tilting her head in a questioning pose.

Khory raises his head as voices come nearer, and then smiles when he sees who those voices belong to. None of the people he's been kindly trying to avoid, thank fully. "Oh, this?" he asks, fingers plucking at the white fabric. "I just thought that it'd be cooler than my own leathers." One thin yet calloused fingers points to his neatly folded pile of clothing off to the side. "Plus, I had to see just how.. um.. airy it'd be." Honestly, it was an experiment, but the admitting to it causes his cheeks to pinken slightly. They're girls.. They may not understand. "Anyway. How're you? Coming to escape the craziness from inside the Weyr?" he asks both women.

Sinead chuckles a bit, "I know I've been trying to escape the complete insanity for several days now, and the only place to get away from it is here. Almost no one in their right mind would come up here."

Loren comes up the stairs.

"Actually, I just felt like seeing the eggs again...." Kinecha tentatively admits, shrugging a shoulder. She'd never actually come here just to relax. Way too hot here for relaxing. "As for the rest of the Weyr..." She gives Khory a knowing halfsmile and rolls her shoulder in a slight shrug. She was used to the craziness there.

Khory thought that he was used to it too, but this being his first hatching, and him actually /involved/ in the candidacy, well.. A little understanding only goes a short way, before even the most tolerant need a break. Fingering a lock of his shaggy, blue-tipped blond hair, the man leans back in his chair and ponders aloud. "Just imagine. In a weeks time, things will start getting back to normal..." Or so he can only wish. Things may take an even more drastic turn, if the opposite to what he thinks actually occurs. To Sinead, he casually asks, "And what have you thought of all this?" Being younger, the girl must have enjoyed it, no? A group of individuals from all over, coming here to play pranks and interact with the weyr's people... Something he, as a kidlet, would have more than likely loved, but now, finds a bit .. overwhelming at times.

Loren wriggles and squirms and inches up the stairs, grumbling irritably. "Stupid 'lizard. Stupid 'lizard. Stupid 'lizard." Mutter, goes Lo', peering over at the eggs warily before plopping in a cushion; everyone else gets a wary glance and a slight twitch, but that's all, for the moment.

Sinead hums and haws a moment, "Actually, I think that it's all been quite interesting, then, who isn't when they've never been before been in a Weyr or seen a hatching before." The girl removes her cloak and roles up her sleeves, "The pranks have been a great deal of fun to hear and see," the girl turns to Loren, "Hello Loren and a G'day to you."

On the gallery ledges, Jhiateshyrth edges further along the ledge and into the galleries.

Kinecha sighs, leaning forward. elbows on knees as she studies the eggs on the Sands, eyes seeking out one in particular. Glancing in the direction of mummers and complaint, she sees Loren and gives her a nod. A slight smile is given to Sinead, then another shrug of shoulders, "it's no fun being in the middle of it..." she mutters, eyes turning back to the eggs on the Sands.

Khory nods his head. "You're right Necha," he replies. Being smack dab in the middle of candidacy can often seem a lot like torture, rather than fun, however, there have been some good times. "Well, it's not completely true. Remember being asked to stand? That was.. well.. interesting, to say the least." Made him faint, it did, though he'll be one of the last to admit that aloud. "And meeting some of the others, people whom you've never met before, or have, fleetingly.." Like when Surupa came along. After having only seen her a few sevendays earlier, while on a trip to Ista, and then, boom, there she was... Searched as well. The male candidate simply shrugs then. "I suppose it's a little of everything, but the one thing that it certainly hasn't been, is boring." Never a lack for excitement since the day he made his home in the Candie Barracks.

The galleries. The eggs. Generally a rather dull, if relaxing and aweinspiring activity, staring at those colorful ovoids. But, there's the usual Reachen chill in the air. A flash of falling snow. A /really/ big flash of snow...no, wait, there's green somewhere on the flake that drops onto one of the dragon's ledges close to the galleries. Green, with blue gems whirling quickly towards the upper portion. Wait, no, that's Jhiateshyrth! Yet still...there's absolutely nothing unusual about a dragon landing on a ledge. Its only the fact that this creature seems to be growing. Still larger. Yes, Jhia's head is expanding, much like the ego-swelled ones of myth. Or, it could be a meer optical illusion brought on as the green's head snakes along sensuous neck towards the benched human-creatures.

Kinecha head comes around when a wind passes over her body. Seeing the green head of a dragon snake itself nearer, her eyes narrow and her face turns harder, "/stay/ away!" she says to the green, not absolutely sure of her name or who was her rider.

Sinead looks about the galleries, occasionally glancing towards the eggs. The corner of the girls eye spots a green colored head, though she pays it little attention, at this point in time dragons don't scare her. "Maybe one day I'll get to join in on the candie like pranks," she smiles wistfully at the thought before Kinecha manages to scare her a bit.

Loren peers over at Jhiateshyrth. Big. Green. Ohwow. Lo' is so awed and stunned. Or not. Mostly she's just agitated, wriggling and inching Away from Jhia. "Nooooo." Twitch, twitch. And such.

On the sands, Orbyth saw a flash of something up there. You know, the weird type of dragon that he somehow managed to get stuck with flying twice. That type of weird flash. But... couldn't be. The sleepy bronze lifts his head and peers out to the galleries, faceted optics flicker with lazy strands of blue while green consumes the rest. He saw a white-green thing.. he knows he did!

Unfortunatelly, her neck is too short to quite reach those figures. Quite a bit too short, in fact. The green snorts softly as her head tilts slightly to the side, her claws digging onto the stone of the ledge as she attempts to stretch. No..nadda. It still doesn't quite work. Jhiateshyrth's eyes scroll towards the 'stay away' person. Was that an invitation? Seriously. As unlucky as she is, being too far away, there is hope to be found. You see: Those galleries are /huge/. Well enough to hold..well, say for instance, a tiny, itty bitty green monster. Her tail curls along her hind flank, twisting like a snake in all too pale grass. Hmmmm...

Khory is about to reply some more, but then the green's head comes between the two candidates. He neither is afraid, since he's used to the overgrown flits by now. At first, in fact, he thinks it might be Xeth, but that's impossible, considering that particular dragon and her rider have gone south for some reason or another... A curious look at the half white, half verdant creature before him, and then a wave. "Hello. Care to join our conversation?" Though that was more directed to the rider than the lifemate, but still.. Of course, sitting there in his robe, he must look rather.. um.. delectable?

Sinead looks up towards the green Jhiateshyrth, then down towards Orbyth, smiling to both. The girl chuckles at how the dragons managed to enter the conversation, without saying a word, naturally. Ead sits on a bench, not out of sight of the bronze and green, "Yes, do join our conversation."

Xaner comes up the stairs.

Loren peers down at Orbyth. Oo. He's alive. Ahem. Anyway. Baker blinks, peering back at the green. "Eek." Lo' sounds so frightened; it must be the effects of a glass or two of liquid sweetener. Ahem. Yummy.

"Please, guys... Don't encourage her," Kinecha says, looking from Khory to Sinead, her arms crossing in front of her chest. Dragons didn't belong in the galleries, they belonged up on the ledges. Ledges that were made specifically for dragons. "Get back to your ledge," she says to the dragon, hoping, almost knowing that she'll listen. Dragons listened to the guard-candie, right? Or at least Dsalth did..

On the sands, Orbyth is alive, or something of the like, his tail curls around one of the closer eggs before his head thumps down and he slowly starts to crawl commando style towards the galleries. What's Jhia doing? Tail is uncoiled and he continues to get closer to the galleries. Mmmrph. Green dragons named Jhiateshyrth are evil. But he's still too curious to resist.

Jhiateshyrth is /certainly/ not Dsalth. She's his complete opposite, and doesn't seem to pay much attention to the guard after that. There are so many other interesting things to note. Like the fact that she's never before been in the galleries. And, unlike with those evil caverns, she wouldn't get stuck in this. Still..this could be tricky. Neck continues to stretch out towards the Galleries, taking in the sight of Sinead, Khory, and even the Eeker. Finally, she abandons stretching. She simply isn't long enough. Instead, she spreads her wings, beating down once, quite sharply, before coming back down.....attempting to manuever a spot in the galleries in betwixt the humans and the half-roof that shelters it. So not easy. Dragon=clutzy=Watchout?

Khory grins. There's Kinecha, shooing off full grown dragons. He can just imagine her on the sands, telling the dragonet that'll want to impress her to go away.. Chuckle. "Sorry Necha," he states, smiling from the guard to the green dragon. "Anyway, where were we?" It's not that he's trying to ignore Jhia, it's just that he'd rather continue with their earlier vein of conversation. "Ah yes.. Things going back to normal." At Jhia's hop, he does turn attention back to her, almost giggling as she tries to get comfortable.

Sinead smiles, watching the two dragons, "Aww, come on Kinecha, it's fun to have dragons around. You never know what might happen," the girl chuckles as she waves in Xaner's general direction. That is before th girl wonders a bit closer to the edge of galleries and Jhia, not exactly as eekish as Loren or Kinecha.

Hop hop hop! Up the steps the Ner does come, hippity hoppity...ok. Xaner is not the Easter Bunny. Grin plastered over his expression, he zips on over, wiggling his fingers happily at fellow candidates, Sinead, and dragons. Blink. Why is there a dragon in the galleries? He's...just not gonna ask. "Helloooo."

Loren would have to hit Xaner if he was the easter bunny. Eggs = bad. Besides Cadgwith and Orbyth's eggs which are prettiful and do not come from firelizards named Kya. "Eek." Lo's not eekish, just high on sugar. "...normal?" Khory gets a blink. "Normal how? What about normal?" Peer, peer, goes Lo', digging randomly through her pockets.

Kinecha jawdrops as the green hops onto the galleries, gets up fast taking a step back as she stares at the dragon suddenly crowding the place. "Get back to the ledges! Now!" she shouts, shooting arrows at her with her eyes. And the situation wasn't made any better with Orbyth nearing the galleries from the Sands. "Would you just... Help me out here?" she continues, looking at the others sitting on their benches as if nothing had happened. "She shouldn't be /here/!"

The older male candidate finally gets his chuckles under control, and stands up. "Ok ok.." he tells Necha. Moving closer to Jhia, (but staying away from those jaws) he asks, "Um.. Hey there. Come on.. Go on over there.. We're not all that terribly interesting, you know.." To Orbyth, he calls, "Can you make her move? It's getting a little crowded up here." Well, not really, but having a nervous guard-candie near by isn't what he really wants to deal with right now. Remember, he came up here to /relax/... Odd as that may sound.

Sinead can't help but chuckle at the various reactions Jhiateshyrth is getting. The girl leans over to look at the creeping Orbyth before walking closer towards the green, she's not concerned about it being crowded or about relaxing, just having fun.

On the sands, Orbyth finally gets to the galleries and lifts his massive head up. For a few moments he just peers in the galleries and then Jhia gets his full attention. You ever seen a dragon laugh? Well, Orbyth would have toppled over in dragon giggles if it weren't for the eggs and an eviler Cadge. As for the request of him.. His eyes whirl faster and a soft croon is directed at Jhia. <> Silly candidates.

Kinecha sighs, rolling her eyes as far back as possible, then refocuses to stare at the nameless green again. Well, she was a guard, right? And even if she'd been at the Weyr for more than two turns, she couldn't be expected to remember the names of all the greens here. "Orbyth, don't you /dare/ come up here!" she tells the clutch-daddy, pointing a finger at the bronze on the Sands.

Awwww..but /why/? Perhaps Jhiateshyrth most resembles Xaner: If its there, why not do it? Or, some other spontainous-meaning phrase. As she attempts to settle on the stone, cushion covered benches, her head twists towards Kinecha. The swirls of blue alter almost as suddenly as the other shouts. Shades of red slowly bleed into those blue swirls, a rumble in her chest for the guard that would command the princess. Or so she believes herself. Tail whips back and for upon the galleries, and ackward movement that brings it crashing against on of the benches. Ouch! As Orbyth is noticed, a mixture of sardonic amusement tints her thoughts back to him. <> Hmph. She might even have tried to give them the honour of being licked. Mm. But not now. (their loss?) Wings remain clipped to her back now.

Sinead eyes Jhiateshryth, having never been quite this close to a dragon before. The girl smiles and says hello to the green before deciding to sit on a bench, somewhere that's unoccupied by the dragon. "Come on Kinecha, I'm sure she's not gonna hurt you."

"She's green," comes Loren's response to Sinead. "Greens goob." Blame Alymath. "And goob is icky. Ickyickyicky." Icky. Did Lo' mention that?

Oh wow.. It certainly has gotten cramped up here, of all places, hasn't it? Khory finally gives up chasing the green away for Necha, and instead, wanders over towards the guard and reaches down to pull at her arm. "Come on.. Lets move up to where there's less room. They can't reach that far." No matter what length their necks or tails may be. Letting go, he takes his own advice and begins to step up higher, leaving the group of people (and dragon) to the lower ground. And he never yells.. Uh-uh. Except maybe once, but that's because someone, (hmm, another green rider) was trying to kiss him, of all things.

On the sands, Orbyth plunks his head down upon the stone wall and peers over at the green. Amusement. Oh, this is so amusing. <> Yes, it's his clutch, Cadge had nothing to do with it. Beam. Pride dances from him and head shift--causing the stone to scrape along his jawbone in the process. <> Mmm. Food.

"Of course she's not gonna hurt me," Kinecha says, turning a frown at Sinead before eyes return to the green, "dragons don't /hurt/ people. "The fact of the matter is, she shouldn't /be/ here, in the galleries." Looking around, she watches the green's tail moving back and forth eyes following that piece of dragon anatomy for quite a while. "This place is for humans, not dragons," she says sternly, directing her sight to the green's face again, her jaw starting to move in an angry motion.

Khory simply shrugs from his position on high. "Maybe she was just curious, you know.." he mumbles, though he's too far for most of the others to hear him properly. He can understand curiousity... But still, he is a little worried about the dragon getting stuck, or something. Now that would be hard to explain. 'Well, you see.. she just kinda.. got stuck.. you know?' Oh yes, her rider would love them for that... He's sure.

Sinead chuckles, "I'm sure she's far to nice to hurt you, though, well, she may try to eat you." The girl grins as she peers at the relativly close Jhia before waving towards the rider.

Jhiateshyrth is not in the wrong place. They are. They shouldn't be near a queen's eggs. Or something like that. Now, Jhiate wouldn't get stuck. She's not overly large. However, she does take up a lot of space. A few rows at least, in width. Khory is regarded, snorted towards, then turned away from. No, there's that...Orbyth...hunk of dragonic lurve he is. Too bad he stuck on the sands. <> However, t'was true. If Cadgwith woke up.... Well, Jhiate just won't think of it. There's at least one here that admires her beauty and integrity. Sinead is given a curious wuffle. Not scared little human? Hmm.. *She doesn't yet noticed any Kwas around.*

Kwa is a bad rider, bad bad bad. Why? Because she has been so busy with Zwa and typical rider type things--like fighting thread--that she hasn't had the chance to come see the eggs yet. Bad Kwa, no cookie. But then the second said little greenlet walks in, she catches sight of something that really shouldn't be--and Zwa is nearly dropped. "... Jhiateshyrth!" Surely green will notice the little gothlet now. Surely. "Jhia, what in /Faranth's/ name are you doing?!" Zwa is placed upon the nearest seat and off she scampers across the galleries, blue eyes flickering with a cross between fury and... confusion.

Sinead chuckles as she's whuffled. The girl's lived her entire life in the 'Reaches area, dragons coming and going. "I must say, it's rather strange to see a dragon in the galleries. On the sands, yes, on the ledges, yes, but in the galleries?" She remains seated, not moving, though still, keeping an eye on both dragons.

Kinecha rolls her eyes again, throwing up her arms. They just didn't understand, none of them did. She was a guard, and thus her job was to keep order in the Weyr. And that included /not/ having dragons scrambling around in the galleries of the Hatching cavern. Slumping down on a bench, she decides that there's nothing to do anyway. This wasn't one of the dragons who would listen to her (and why should she now that Necha is a Candidate and not really a guard anymore). A glance goes to Kwa as she comes up the stairs, then a glance to the dragon again. The housekeeper arrives to cart Xaner off to bed.

Ouch...er...caught. Jhiateshyrth's fasination with Sinead ends abrumptly, her head even cringing back a bit, eyes squeezing shut as she hears her name called out. Her full name. The one Kwa doesn't say often unless she's in trouble. (Okay, so she says it /really/ often, case in point.) Poor Kinecha's attempts at shooing away the green may have proved fruitless, but one word from Kwa and Jhia's ready to run and hide. One eye opens half slitted to regard Kwa innocently.

On the sands, Orbyth's head tilts as Kwa arrives and he instantly recoils. Hey. He was being good, besides, this is his clutch, he can do whatever he wants. <> His stomach makes a gurgling sound at that moment and with a sniff the bronze tilts his head to peer at his belly. <> They were talking about food? And with that Orbyth rises up from the ground and flies off towards the feeding grounds.

Khory doesn't understand, completely, except for the fact that Necha isn't happy 'bout Jhia being here... However, Kwa is /here/ and things'll get better soon, won't they? As far as his 'normal' compliment, Khor leans over to call out to Loren. "I mean after the hatching. Those of us who don't impress can go back to a normal life." Yes, he still can't believe that such a thing will happen to him. Just let him lead his little, asured lifestyle. He can just guess that Kinecha will be happy to go back to being a guard.. Just like he'll be content going back to being a messenger..

Loren pauses, hrms, and shrugs at Khory. "I guess so." Lo' can't remember wether her life was normal or not after her first time Standing. "I hope so. I want my life to be normal." Normal-esque. Or ... abnormal. Which seems to be normal for High Reaches. Or something. Orbyth and Jhiateshyrth are ignored, though, since they've yet to do anything to particularly endanger Loren's state of ungoob'dness.

Sinead eeks as Kwa walks in, "She was being good, she really was. She was just up her keeping us company," the girl tries to defend Jhia," Really, she was. Don't send her, please." The child looks up at Kwa with the sweetest most innocent look she can manage, she doesn't want Jhia to go.

Kwa listens to her dragon's excuses. Actually, she doesn't, she just scowls further as they dance about her head. "Pathetic. Do I need to ground you to our weyr? It's bad enough you being..." Semi-proddy, see, Jhia's getting that glowiness about her again. "Arg. Greens. I hate greens." Grumpy greenrider walks closer to the dragon and places both her hands upon her nose and starts to push. "Out out out! And if one cushion is ripped... you're going to pay for it yourself with manual labor." Would that make it dragonual labor? As for Sinead's pleading the rider tilts her head and peers at the weyrbrat. "You wanna help her pay for them if she rips them?" Kwa refuses to. She only impressed the dragon, she isn't the mommy, she doesn't pay for things her dragon does wrong.

Lis comes up the stairs.

Sinead eyes Kwa, yet to become completly frightned, "But she didn't do anything wrong." She's being very adament, though she know's quite well that dragons shouldn't be in the galleries, "Don't send her away."

Turning around to watch greenrider attempt to push her dragon off the galleries, Kinecha smiles crookedly, tilting her head, first to Sinead, then to Khory. See? That dragon had no business being in the galleries. Even her rider says so. "Sinead," she starts, her voice calm as if trying to explain something to a child, "this place, the galleries, are for people, /not/ dragons. The dragons have the ledges to sit on."

Lis lumps up the stairs, skirts sweeping in dust piles left by some lazy candidate. Luckily, no round-faced imps dart from around her hips, and no raspberry red follows her behind. (If he had /his/ way, he'd carry her up the stairs.) "As long as I don't have to pay for it, I don't care."

Jhiateshyrth 's head swings around slowly to regard the galleries before she looks back to Kwa. Its then that her head is given a push and ...well...Its just too close to the nose. So, for Kwa's efforts, she receives one unhelpful wad of SNEEZE (patent pending). Then, tongue flickering out over her muzzle in disgruntlement, the green shifts, spreading her wings..or attempting to do so.. before gathering herself. With a rolling grunt Jhiateshyrth pushes off the galleries -a feat somewhat easier then landing there- and spreads her wings more fully. Air catches them, though she doesn't lift until after she pumps. Let no tongue mention to Cadgwith how close her eggs came to being SunnySide up! For certain, Kwa would not hear the end of this.

Jhiateshyrth carefully moves onto one of the nearby ledges.

Khory is about to say something else, however, he catches sight of a certain rider, and then closes his mouth posthaste. Maybe if she doesn't see him up here, she won't come and ... well... make him blush, or anything. Yes, there is more than one person who can make him turn redder than a beat, and that person is Lis. She's just so.. Well.. You know. Womanly. Gulp.

Sinead shakes her head and pouts, "Oh fine. Bye Jhia," she shouts to the dragon as she heads down the stairs, "Bye everyone."

Sinead goes home.

Kwa shakes her head, stomps out of the galleries--not before reaching down and snagging her and Zi'n's spawnage on the way out mind you. Poof. Bye Psycho rider... bye Psycho dragon.. wait, Jhia's still there. Darn. Kwa goes home.

Lis is rather womanly - and rather pregnant. Not too attractive, unless you're into that sort of thing. "Hullo, Khory," she greets him mercilessly, grin gleaming at his blush. Spotting an unoccupied corner, she settles into and fluffs her skirts around herself with a vague wave to Kwa and some glassy, bird-like blinks at the rest of the crowd. "'Lo."

Kinecha turns to face the Sands again. After all, she /had/ come here to see the eggs again, but now there was suddenly so many people here and Not Quiet anymore. A sigh excapes her lips and she graps her tunic, edging out to the stairs, lifting a hand in a wave before making her way out.

Khory didn't hear the rumours flowing around, and didn't know about Lis' inpending.. condition. He lets out a sigh of relief at the sight, however, and the calls out to the departing Kinecha. "Hey! Wait up.. I'll join you.." Older candidate grabs his belongings and then steps down the stairs and follows the guard-candie out. "By everyone," he says over his shoulder.

Khory arrives suddenly, stepping out from behind some rocks.

Khory follows the guard-candie through the maze of the weyr and then under the catacombs, until they reach the open (and thankfully quiet) space of the meadows. Completely out of breath, he finally holds up a hand to Necha. "Ho.. Ho.. Hold on there.. I can't go much further.." Seems that being a candidate has actually put him out of shape, more so than put him in it.. Either that, or Necha just walks /way/ too fast. "Just .. let .. me .. catch my breath," he wheezes. You see, this is the reason he used runners when delivering his messages.

Kinecha turns, grinning at Khory, one eyebrow cocked in an amused expression. "Don't tell me you're already out of breath," she says, her own breathing only slightly heavy. "You? A messenger?" Messengers were supposed to be in good shape, right?

He waves that off with one hand. "Been a while, that's all," Khory replies, using that as an excuse. You have to admit though, the chores they've been doing for all this time have been less work than running 'round the country side. "And I used runners... Never liked my own two feet. Too gangly.." Which is true, but another thing to be said about candidacy, they sure do feed you well. He even added a few pounds, which makes him look less like a six foot scare crow, and more like a man. "So.. What's up?" he then asks, apparently out of the blue. "You sure did take off quick enough."

Kinecha shrugs, tossing her unworn tunic over a nearby rock leaning, then leans against it. "Well, y'know. Too hot, too many people.." Dragon's not listening to her. "I just went there to think some things over, while watching the eggs. Thought it might be a little quiet there," she continues, unable to prevent a slight grimace to come across her face.

Khory nods his head. He can understand the need for quiet. However, that does make him stop and ponder for a second. "Oh.. Well then.. If you'd rather that I left too.." Faranth only knows that lately, he's been attracting some rather... interesting characters by the droves. "I'll understand if you do want me to leave.." Maybe he'll go and soak in the steam pools, and have himself a good, long think too. There certainly is a lot to mull over... "Unless, of course, you want to talk?"

Talk? With Khory? Well, Necha knew that she could trust him not to go blabber about anything they discussed, so she smiles, giving him a slight nod after a long thought about it. "You're a good friend, Khory. You know that?" Big words coming from the guard-candie as she wouldn't normally allow herself to get close to people. Especially after what had happened lately with others she'd been involved with.

This Good Friend, (tm) just blinks. He is? "Um.. Well, no, I didn't know that," Khory replies. "But I thank you for thinking of me as such." Without a blush, or even a pink tinge, the blond/blue haired man replies, "And you know what? You're a good friend too.." It's nice to know that you have some of those around ... especially in the hard times, when things can get pretty .. confusing. Like now. Dropping down to the soft grass at his feet, he sprawls out in a comfortable position. "So, what should we talk about?" he asks, patting the ground near him, motioning for the guard to take a spot too. "Anything in particular?"

Spreading her maroon tunic out on the grass Kinecha sits on it, much rather wanting grass stains on the cloth of the tunic, rather than the leather of her pants. "I don't have many friends..." she mutters, casting a glance at Khory, one corner of her mouth tugging upward in a halfsmile. "I never had much chance to make friends.." So there's your topic; friends and Necha's life. *ahem*

On the opposite end of the spectrum, is Khory, who's always had more than his share of friends. "Well, I'll tell you now," he states. "Being popular ain't all it's cracked up to be." Just lookit how hard it is to find a quiet spot to sit and think, without having a drove of so called friends hunt you down and torment you to death. "I mean... Having one or two really good ones is better than having loads and loads of 'acquaintances'. Trust me." And therefore, Necha isn't really missing out on much. She has him, doesn't she? And a few others, I'm sure. They're the ones who matter. "Just think" he then adds. "If you happen to impress, then you'll have a lifemate, who'll be the best friend you could ever dream of having..."

Kinecha hmms, her eyes glazing over for a moment as she considers Khory's statement. "Never made many friends before coming to the Weyr.. Never had enough time," she says, tilting her head as the messenger-candie mentions Impression. A friend for life. One who would never abandon you or betray you. "I'll tell you a secret," she continues, lowering her voice, "I /do/ hope to Impress." But then, didn't they all hold that core of hope deep inside them? It just wasn't usual for Necha to express such hopes. "Ever since, Dsalth first spoke to me, I've been wondering what it would be like to have a lifemate of my own..." Her face is serious, and eyes soft as she looks at Khory, fingers plucking a few strand of grass out of the ground.

So now the stain of a light blush does faintly cover Khory's cheeks, but it's not in embarassment. Instead, it's because of the fact that Kinecha has just admitted aloud the exact same feeling that he himself shares. It's the blushing of exileration, knowing that you're not alone in your thoughts and dreams. Lifting his chin, and seeming far more reassured than he's ever seemed before, Khor nods his head. "I feel the same way. Someone you can take care of, who won't ever dissapear... No matter what. And if they happen to get hurt, then you'll also be wounded.. which means neither will be left behind in the end.. Alone.." And oh how he knows how that feels, though he has come to terms with what happened back at Paradise with his charge Gi.

Kinecha breaks into a full-fledge smile. The ultimate soulmate, right. If the Pernese use a term like that, that is. "Exactly," she says, nodding, the smile still wide on her face. "I don't think we could ever imagine it. Or explain it if we /do/ Impress." She'd asked P'rru about it one time, and the brownrider had been unable to make her understand the relationship he had with Dsalth. And yet, she was scared of allowing herself to hope too much for the possibility of being left Standing on the Sands.

Which is why Khory hasn't allowed himself to state his deepest wish to anyone else other than Kinecha... He's afraid too. Hence the reason he's always talking about, 'When everything goes back to being normal.' You see, he really wants to, but has a feeling that it won't happen. How could it? Who would really imagine that he'd actually impress a dragon? What kind of Fate existed that would allow such a thing to happen to him after all he's done wrong in the past? Turning, he smiles back at the guard, though his is rimmed with a small bit of sadness. "I suppose we'll find out in a few days... Rumour has it that the eggs are about as hard as rocks right now..."

Leaning back on her elbows, Necha turns her head to look at Khory again. "In any case, we've met a lot of interesting people," she says, the word 'interesting' pronounced with some sarcasm. "I think I like most of 'em..." But of course, there were those she couldn't stand. Had to be, out of a flock of some fifty people from all over the planet.

Khory actually chuckles. "Oddly enough, there were a few I was finding hard to tolerate too," replies the almost ever tolerant messenger. "Some of the younger ones, mostly. They'd squeal too much." And once they found out about his shyness, they'd do anything to make him blush, which could also get annoying. Mind you, some of the other youngsters also made him feel... alive... again. Hence the hair dying and a few of the pranks pulled. Reminded him of when life was more innocent, and simple. "But overall, they weren't all bad. Some have turned out to become more friends." A smile to Necha. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Kinecha grins, being quite sure that the ones she didn't much care for were the same Khory was talking about. "Yes, I do like most," she says, rolling over on her side, to lean on one elbow. Though there were some who would give her gray hairs all too soon if they managed to Impress a dragon or simply just stayed behind after candidacy. "So... " Tilting her head, the guard-candie offers a very sweet, very un-Necha-like smile at Khory, "Have you seen E'ren lately?" Change of subject. Get Khory to blush again.

Khory grins wryly, but doesn't blush... Too much, at least. "Yes, actually. I saw him only a few days ago. He's on business somewhere down south..." The blond haired man takes a pose similar to Necha's, propping his shaggy head up with one palm. "If I do happen to impress while he's gone, however, then I'll more than likely not see him for a long time..." Except for the occasional passes in the Caverns, or while training. "Supposedly newly impressed weyrlings have too much work to do, and are too intent on their new lifemates to have time for such... Friendships.." The smile he sports is once again tinged with sadness, but then he shrugs. "However... I suppose, once again.. I'll have to wait and see how that particular story ends." A grin then, and Khory leans in. "And how 'bout you... Have you seen anyone... interesting... lately?"

Kinecha's smile fades a little, then she shrugs, "I think I'll need some time before starting another relationship," she says, not mentioning the relationship gone sour, though she guessed that Khory knew about that already. Looking down at the ground, she pick a little at the grass again, before raising her eyes at the messenger-candie again. "Though there might be someone I'd like to see more of..." Ooops. She's already said too much, hadn't she? Not Good for the guard-candie to have one-on-one conversations with anybody since she always ends up saying more than she really wants to.

Khory doesn't push the matter, and if Kinecha wants to reveal her interest to him at a later time, then that's fine with him... Instead, he cracks a large smile and pretends to get all embarassed. "Oh Necha.. Really, you're nice and all.. but I don't think we'll work out.." Grin. He then leans over and gives the guard a good push, showing that yes, he is only teasing 'round.

Kinecha is a guard. Or at least she used to be, and the skills she learned are still deeply inbedded in her. So when Khory pushes her she rolls over, gets to her knees and 'attacks' him, quickly having him pinned underneath her, his arms held to the ground, making him immobile. "Ohh, and I'd so hoped I could steal you away from E'ren," she says her voice thick with mock disappointment.

Khory blinks. Now how did he get into this position? Still chuckling, he stares up at the woman who has him trapped. "Oh well then.. I suppose..." he drags out. "I mean, since you're so more powerful than me, and all that... Who am I to resist such.. charm?" Beam. He'd try to wiggle free, but even he's not that dense to think he'd actually get anywhere... Not with an experienced guard holding him down.

Kinecha struggles to keep a straight face. Had there been other people around she wouldn't have done this, and knowing that Khory wouldn't tell, she plays along. Playing? What a novel idea to Necha, but she sits down harder on the messenger-candie, increasing the pressure on his wrists ever so slightly. "Well, you know, Khor.. I've always had an eye on you, since you came here," she says, tilting her head as she looks down on him, a tiny smile starting to play on her lips. "Unfortunately, E'ren beat me to it..." Giving quite a show for the marks, isn't she?

Should he really start to blush now? Still grinning, but now looking a little less sure of himself, Khory states, "Why, Necha! I never knew! Tell me, when did you realize that you had fallen hard for me anyway? When did your heart tell you that it had to have mine as it's... prisoner?" Chuckle. So he can play it up too... though perhaps not as well as the guard can. "Ugh.. but I hate to tell ya.. If you and I are gonna either handfast, or weyrmate, you're gonna have to lose some weight first. You're heavy!" Because of the muscles, of course, but she can take that anyway she wants... Grin and duck.

Kinecha laughs, her face reddening somewhat. So maybe Khory /was/ the better actor, since the guard closes her eyes and leans her head down to rest on his chest, her whole body shaking with laughter. "Okay.. You've got me beat," she admits, letting his wrist go as she straightens, still seated on his belly. "However... " And she does her very best to put her face in serious folds again, "I'll just sit here for a while. Did you know? You make for quite a comfortable seat?" She tilts her head, grinning at him as she relaxes the tension in her knee to allow for her weight to increase on his belly. He shouldn't have made those comments on her weight, now should he?

Khory ugh's again. "Alright, alright! I'm sorry!" he squeaks out, bringing arms up to try and push the guard off now. "You're as light as a feather, but you sure do know how to push what little weight you do have around!" There, is that better? He too is laughing, thought it's a little hard when you can hardly catch your breath. "Get off of I'll get one of the dragons to sit on you... Better yet, if I impress, I'll get /my/ dragon to do the honours!"

Kinecha suppresses an impulse to stick her tongue out at Khory, grinning at him instead as she quickly gets to her feet. "Ahhh," she exclaims, turning around herself once, spinning on the heel of her boot. "I'm really glad to know you, Khory. This is the most fun I've had in ages," she continues, looking down at him, beaming a smile that reaches her eyes. As for dragons sitting on her. She wouldn't allow for it to happen.

He's glad.. Really he is. For both the fact that she's happy and having fun, and that she's not sitting on him anymore. "Well then do your good buddy a favour, will ya, and give me a hand up. I can hardly feel my legs..." So that's what it feels like to have a guard lace into you. Khory will have to remember that, if he ever lands in trouble with Nech later on. Getting on her bad side would be /very wrong/.

Kinecha bends to reach a hand down to Khory, pulling the poor man to his feet. "I didn't mean to hurt you," she says, grinning as she reaches for her grasscovered tunic, shaking it out (in Khory's direction), then curls it up under her arm. "Getting warm, don'cha think?" Yup, talk of the weather was always a good way to change any subject, and she looks up at the nearly cloudless sky.

Khory shakes his head. "Bah.. You didn't hurt me too badly," he replies, though one hand goes to his stomach as he stands. Ooof, but there might be a bruise... Blocking the onslought of grass that flies at him with raised arms, he adds, "Yep.. Nice and warm. Gotta love summer. Stopped taking it for granted since I've been here, that's for sure." And it's been over one year since he's lived at Reaches. Time sure does go by fast... "I think we should head on back though.. I'm starting to get a little peeked. Need food.. You know, to replenish my strength and all that..." Grin. "Are you ready to go?"

Kinecha takes a deep breath of the fresh air of the meadows, then nods, tilting her head at Khory, a teasing smile on her lips. "Need some help getting down the stairs?" she asks, unable to supress a chuckle as she faces the messenger-candie, taking a few steps backward toward the Weyr. "I mean, if your legs still aren't working?" Oh, yes. This morning with Khory would certainly carry her through the rest of the day, if not the next /couple/ of days.

He chuckles as he follows her towards the passage way. "They'll be fine. Don't you even /think/ about carrying me back to the weyr. Yeesh, I mean... I'm not that pathetic." Another grin, and then Khory steps behind the stones that block the stairs exit. "I betcha I could race you back though..." comes his voice from below, followed by a bit of laughter, as the messenger takes a head start.

Kinecha's eyes sparkle as she follows Khory, stepping quickly after him, taking up the challenge for a race. Something she hasn't done since she was a recruit. Racing through the narrow stairs and cave of the Weyr /could/ be potentially dangerous, though, so she doesn't give it her best.

Khory stumbles down the endless flight of steps that lead high up into the mountains.

Khory opts for heading through the large, corrugated, rusty door.

Khory leaves healers' enclave for the central bowl.

Khory comes home.

Kinecha's breathing is heavy as she enters the barracks, sweat glistening on her brow. Looking around, she doesn't spot her opponant (sp) at first, then sees him entering behind her. Grinning widely, she leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees, looking Khory over. "What took you so long?" she says, her breathing becoming more eased and light as she grins at the messenger-candie.

Khory is nearly bent in half by the time he stops and takes a deep breath. "That's.. not.. fair," replies the winded man. "You cut across through the Bowl, and I went around through the other side of the Weyr.." Really, that's his story and he's sticking to it. To the others gathered around, he simply smiles shyly. "Don't listen to whatever she says. It's all lies.. Lies I tell ya.." Grin.

"I didn't think there were any rules," Kinecha says, straightening as she speaks her face still split in a grin. "And, actually I cut through the Infirmary..." Must have given the people in there something of a shock, though, crashing through without a word. "In any case, I won!" An uncharacteristic beam of victory crosses the guard-candies face as she places her hands on her hips.

The tired male candie flops on his cot, raising his hands in surrender. "Yeah yeah.. You win. But I still say you cheated.." However, Khory doesn't look defeated or upset at all. Instead, he's smiling wide, and rather .. happy looking. The only red that flushes his face is from the exertion of running. "One of these days, we'll have to try it again.. But not now.." Grabbing his pillow, he cuddles up to it. "I'm too sleepy..."

Kinecha laughs, turning to go to her cot and find a better fitting set of clothes for today's weather. "I didn't cheat.. How could I cheat when we didn't set any rules?" Throwing one grasscovered tunic on the cot, she strips of the shortsleeved one, then sits to peel off boots and pants. "But you put in a good effort, Khor. You just need to get in shape..."

Khory mocks Kinecha by mouthing each word that comes out of the guards mouth. "No rules. Get in shape. Blah blah blah.." He'd continue acting immature, however, the run and the outside air has tired him out. "I'm gonna take a nap.. that's all that I need right now." Turning over on his side, he manages to compose his features into a serious look. "But I did have fun this morning Kinecha. Thank you.." A grin and wink is given to his friend, and then the blond/blue haired man tosses back around. It's not long before you hear gentle snores coming from his berth.

Kinecha chuckles at Khory as she pulls on another gray sleeveless tunic, shaking her head as she rummages through the spare clothing she has. A pair of canvas trousers are pulled out of her pack, then unto her legs, before boots follows. "Yeah, you better sleep, Khor," she says, eyeing the messengers back, "we wouldn't want you to be all exhausted come Hatching time." Just a bit of banter from Necha's side, since the Hatching would be at least a sevenday away.

Khory doesn't respond. Just more snores emit from his bunk, and a few snorts here and there.

Trying to hold back the yawn that's threatening to come out, Khory finally gives in and lets sleep take him where it may. 'Goodnight..' he mumbles.