Aftermath
Harper's Tale - Kinecha - Sunday, January 06, 2002, 9:42 PMSlowly waking, Khena turns to find something, someone next to her in the alcove. Sitting up too fast, she bangs her head against the wall, still staring at the shape underneath the furs, "ouch..." Just what had happened here? Slowly memory returns to her and she backs away slightly from the /man/ underneath the covers. "Khor... Are you awake," she whispers.
Kh'ryn isn't awake.. He's sleeping, can't you see? At least, he was sleeping, and when he does come to, he wishes he hadn't. Head pounds; obviously the remnants of a hangover, but the... Head pounds more when he hears a certain familiar voice ask for him. Turning, he fixes his sleepy gaze on Khena. "Oh. Hi."
Groping in the half-dark, the brownrider finds her tunic, pulling it quickly over her head. Preffering not to remember what had happened, the memories still press at the back of her head. "Nobody can hear about this, hear?" she says, her voice quivering with nerves and anxiety. A message from Mneoth has Khena slumb against the wall. "Too late.. They're all talking..."
Mneoth> Dsalth soars in for a landing.
The bluerider takes the cue from Khena, searching around for his leathers. He finds the pants nearby, but has to search for the shirt and jacket. They're probably still out in the weyr. From Zylph, he hears what's being said, and tells his dragon, "That's it! Just.. shut up now!" Only he can feel the brief pang of upset that Zylpheth feels at those harsh words, but hopefully that was enough to keep him quiet. Kh'ryn then dashes back towards the weyr, biting back his questions and comments for now.
Mneoth senses Dsalth thinks � Is your rider occupied? P'rru has come to visit. We would not want to walk into something... uncomfortable. �
Kh'ryn walks, with casual strides to the Weyr.
You go to the Shadowed Solitude.
Shadowed Solitude
Shadows dominate this weyr as only a few glowbaskets have been placed along the rough, unpainted walls. Spacious enough to accommodated both rider and dragon, only a few pieces of furniture crowds the floor space; A large table, made from a slab of oak wood with four posts attached to it for legs, seats six, though only four chairs are placed around it. Toward the back of the weyr, an alcove has been cut out of the stone, making a sleeping space for Khena, her furs and pillows spread out to make her comfortable at night, while a rounded depression to the left of the entrance seems fitted to a dragon's body, two large pegs set in the wall, big enough to hang the dragon's straps on. To the right side of the entrance, a circle of stones keeps a fire contained, a necessity in the Reaches winter, though it fills the weyr with a constant smell of smoke, mixed in with the scent of dragon. A few shelves have been cut out of the rock, providing space for a rider's belongings to be displayed for visitors. Letting in only slivers of light, a large oiled canvas hangs from the entrance, keeping out most of the harsh freezing weather, while just beside the entrance several small pegs allow for rider and visitors to hang their overclothes.
It is a spring noon.
On the ledge, you see Mneoth and Dsalth.
You see Khena's Box, Flasket of Tillek Sweet Cider, Jar of Sweesticks [Kinecha], a couch, Midnight Chipped Sediment, and Aya here.
Kh'ryn is here.
Obvious exits:
Alcove Ledge
Khena just stares at the bluerider as he dashes out. Following, she manages to grab her pants and get into them as well while still staring at him. "Where're you going?! You can't just /leave/?!" Okay, so maybe she /did/ want him to leave, but on the other hand she didn't want him to have the satisfation of just leaving her here. "Great Faranth! P'rru is here!"
Mneoth thinks to you, � I bespoke Dsalth with: Mneoth thinks � My rider has company. I do not think she wants any more. � �
Kh'ryn turns to glance at Khena. "Where else would I be going? Back to my own weyr, of course." Have you ever heard that kind of tone from Kh'ryn before. At the brownrider's comment, he laughs. "Sure. Purrs here. And I bet Lark is with him, huh?" He finally finds his shirt, but doesn't don it, instead throwing it over one shoulder along with his jacket, before going towards the ledge.
Kh'ryn walks, with casual strides to the ledge.
You go to the Mneoth's Matrix.
Mneoth's Matrix
Located two thirds up the wall of the Weyr, the view from this ledge is excellent. Looking up, up, up, over one's head, the Spires can be seen reaching toward the sky above. Below, the Bowl is spread out beneath one's feet, making any activity on the ground visible. The ledge itself is wide enough to hold two dragons, and deep enough to accommodate them comfortably, though only the left side hold the tell-tale hollow of many generations of dragons lounging there.
It is a spring noon.
Brown Mneoth, Brown Dsalth, and blue Zylpheth are here.
Kh'ryn is here.
Obvious exits:
Weyr
Kh'ryn comes stomping from the wey, looking completely dishelved. His shirt and jacket are slung over his shoulder, rather than being worn, and his chest is rather... scratched up. Not the most gentle of times he's had, it would seem. He stumbles over to Zylph, nearly missing the fact that there are /two/ browns atop the ledge, rather than one. When he does see Dsalth, he simply gapes...
"Kh'ryn!" Khena shouts, using his formal name, as she comes out the weyr. "Don't just..." Closing her mouth as she steps out, her face turns red as it sinks in that they have company in the form of P'rru and Skylark. "Hi," she says, eyes moving from one to the other, then suddenly down her body as she frantically starts to button up her shirt.
Dsalth can't help but glare at Kh'ryn, a low rumble seething in his throat.
From his seat between pinstriped, stately neckridges P'rru hands are gripping very very tightly to the neckridge in front of him. "I see.." he says darkly, clearing his throat between words " That we did come at a wrong time, a very wrong time....I apologise" he says, turning to glance at Skylark. "I think we are better off at home, dearest...".
From her seat between pinstriped, stately neckridges Skylark smiles as her eyes fall upon Kh'ryn, not even noticing his dishevelled state at first. "Khors, what --" Pause. Blink. Blue eyes dulled with confusion and the notion assumed by her father, her attention falling to Dsalth for a moment before shooting back up to Kh'ryn and Khena as both come into view. After a long moment studying the two and simply sitting between Dsalth's neckridges, Lark swallows the large frog in her throat and nods to P'rru, unable to voice her opinion at this point. Home.
The bluerider nearly falls to his face as he jumps forward; his feet getting entangled around his half-done-up boots. "No!" he hollers. "It's not like that! Really!" Turning back to Khena, Kh'ryn points and tries to explain, though his words exit in a garbled rush. "There was a flight, and both Zylph and Mneoth left to chase, and we were stuck up here and.. and.. I had only stopped by to visit!" If they'd stop and think, they're realize that the brownrider doesn't even prefer his type! "Skylark," he calls to her, his voice breaking, his eyes pleading, "You have to believe me..."
From his seat between pinstriped, stately neckridges P'rru leans down "I think we have seen enough for one day, bluerider. We have things to attend to, if you'll excuse us..." the brownrider glances over at Khena, shakes his head, and then pats his dragon's shoulder. "Let's go home, old boy".
"Mneoth... Caught," is all Khena can manage to say, staring up at the two people on the visiting brown's neck. Looking down her dishevelled self, she realizes that she's wearing neither socks, nor shoes and her shirt is buttoned wrong. Blinking at Kh'ryn, she nods slowly, "really... He just came to visit... And one of the greens.." Well, enough said.
Zylpheth has had enough of this. It's not funny anymore for the blue, when he realizes that his rider is truly hurting. This is why the smaller dragon moves 'round to block the bigger one's exit. A whuffle, similar to Kh'ryn's plea, is given. All he asks is that you just listen.
Mneoth rumbles, his deep baritone vibrating off the surrounding rocks. This was his moment, don't spoil it by being all sad and distraught. He had his first catch today!
Mneoth senses Zylpheth forces his mindvoice to be calm, but it's a losing battle. Instead, the words rush through your mind faster than usual. �Please. Listen to him. Kh'ryn did not mean for this to happen.� You can feel the emotions dripping from the blue like water the same hue as his hide. �We did leave him here, and I suppose that was a bad thing... But he did not intend to hurt anyone..� The truth, straight from the horse's, er, dragon's mouth.
Mneoth thinks to you, � I bespoke Zylpheth with: Mneoth calmly answers in measured an accurate tones. � I cannot understand why my Khena is upset that I have won a flight, � he says, giving a moments pause before continuing. � Of course, she has never been with a man in such manner as she was with your rider... � �
Mneoth senses Dsalth thinks � It is not your fault either. You are not required to make excuses for your lifemate. It is easy to blame one's dragon for misbehavior. �
Mneoth thinks to you, � I bespoke Dsalth with: Mneoth snorts lightly, a scent of spices entering his mindvoice. � My Khena feels that I should not have left her in the weyr with Zylpheth's rider... � �
Mneoth senses Dsalth thinks � We are not responsible for their actions. �
From her seat between pinstriped, stately neckridges Skylark lifts one hand to gently pinch the bridge of her nose as though to ward off an on-coming headache. "P'rru," she softly says, "We can stay for a while...? Please?" Obviously hurt and trying desperately to cover it up with that hard tone her father uses while combing her emotions over her face while her eyes turn a soft hue of red in a battle to fight back tears. First Lis, now Khena-- a close friend? "What happened... Someone tell me what I'm supposed to do?!"
Kh'ryn is about to say more, when he notices his blue's actions. Perhaps it is best if they just.. all left. Therefore, he rushes to Zylph's side and pushes on the dragon. "Move!" he tells him, though his shove does little to convince the beast to budge. In fact, it's actually his words that 'cause Zylpheth to step aside, which in turn sends Khor sprawling. At Lark's comment, he jumps up to he's feet, and biting back his fear of Dsatlh, rushes to stand by the girl's dangling feet. "It was a flight," he explains again to, reaching up one hand to try and touch the sole of Lark's boot, but not even coming close to reaching. "You have to believe me, it was nothing more than wine and stupid hormones.." He glares back at the other brown and his blue. "If they hadn't have left, I could have went back to my weyr and.. and had a cold bath, or something.. But they just /left/ us here." This is about as angry as Kh'ryn has ever been with his lifemate...
Dsalth watches with interest as Skylark descends carefully
Khena takes a step back, and another and another. Reaching her lifemate's forearm, she slowly sits herself down, holding her head between her hands, not wanting to look up at her friends. At Kh'ryn's words, the brownrider is forced to look up, the confusion in her eyes shining through. "Really, Lark... It wasn't anything... You know me, I'd never...." Not finishing her sentense, Khena shakes her head, glancing from Skylark to Khor, and then to P'rru, looking at him as if she's seeing the brownrider for the first time. "P'rru?"
From his seat between pinstriped, stately neckridges P'rru just sighs "Khena, just..." he stops and says to his dragon "Take me home, keep an eye on Skylark for me though, old man.." the brownrider looks tired, as if this is all too much. C'mon, he's been there, done that, got 5 kids to prove it.
Skylark reluctantly dismounts from Dsalth's high neckridges, attention on Khena rather than Kh'ryn and his scratched up chest. She forces a shaky smile and nods. "I know, Necha..." she replies, quietly. She nervously licks her lip, biting on the tender skin slightly before finally turning her attention to the bluerider near her. "What am I supposed to do?" she asks, hopelessly lost. What if Khena's pregnant? What if... what if P'rru was right?
[PreggersTP] P'rru: ok make like dsalth flew me home and then returned in
Kh'ryn realizes that he's still shirtless, and manages to fix that problem post-haste, by sliding back into his chemise. There, scratches are now hidden once more. At P'rru's leavings, he gazes up and offers the older rider on last look of sheer pleading, as though to say he's terribly sorry for all of this. He can just imagine how angry the brownrider is at him. Actually, he doesn't have to imagine it, as he can see for himself the tight lines around the older man's face, and the fumes of fury emminating from his being. Ouch. Khor turns as both dragon and rider leave, making his way towards Larks side. To her question, he replies, "I don't know. I know that asking you to forgive us would be criminal, but that's all I can think of..." If only Lark was a rider, she'd understand. But that's what the bluerider likes about her - she's not a rider... Which makes her so much more important to him, and is the reason why he feels lower than dirt about this whole mess.
Watching P'rru leave, and Dsalth come back riderless, Khena swallows a rather large lump in her throat. "We're not gonna hurt 'er, Dsalth," she says, before realizing that Skylark was probably already hurt. Sliding down Mneoth forearm, the brownrider curls her arms around her knees, just sitting there, staring out over the Bowl, not knowing what to say anymore. Maybe she could just leave, giving the two some space?
In your mind, you hear a soft voice say, � You have already hurt her. I am here if she needs to leave. �
Kh'ryn can only sigh. The girl's silence saying more than any words. This is why he dons his jacket, and clambers atop his dragon. "I'll be at my weyr," he tells the two women, "Just in case you want to talk." And with that, he gets Zylpheth to take off, leaving Mneoth's ledge for his own a short distance away.
Kh'ryn clambers onto the blue-tipped, airy expanse of Zylpheth's neckridges. Zylpheth takes off.
Skylark sighs heavy and shakily mounts Dsalth once more. "Khena," she begins once she's settled between reassuring neckridges, "I know this isn't your fault or Khory's... Just give me a day to myself, just to think things over." She manages to smile honestly and pats Dsalth's hide, weakly, "I'll be fine; you should get some rest." Let's hope what P'rru said before doesn't effect Lark's decision making.
Khena eyes slowly refocus as she looks up at Skylark, nodding slowly. "Yeah," she says, having no problem giving Lark the time she needs, since she herself wants to hide away in her weyr for the next month or so.
Dsalth lowers himself so that Skylark can climb up easier. He makes a sound like a sigh, and backs toward the ledge, preparing to take off. Skylark swings up to ease herself between defined neckridges
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