Mneoth crouches low as you shift to the ground below.

P'rru has just returned from drill practice, and is in the process of hanging up his riding jacket and removing his helmet. "Skylark, pet, is there any fresh klah about?" he calls further into the weyr "I've just got to get some things sorted.." So he spreads himself out on the dining table, reports and documents, charts and such, and a stylus hooked into the corner of his mouth as he takes a seat.

Khena doesn't even bother to take off helmet and gloves as she enters the wingsecond's weyr, dripping on the floor from her soaked jacket. Not staying long, after all. "You need to know, P'rru," she starts off, her voice formal as she sticks to the vicinity of the entrance, "that I won't be flying the next Fall."

Dsalth paces with regimental gait in from the Dsalth's Hellmouth Ledge.

P'rru glances up, and regards the brownrider for a few silent moments. "Hphm" he grunts, scribbling a note on a piece of parchment next to her name. "9 months out of action, pity..." He lifts up another hide, eyeing it, as if he's happy just to ignore Khena right now.

Skylark nods to P'rru and disapears momentarily into their kitchen nook, Jonah quick to follow at Lark's heels. Both return, Lark with a mug of klah for herself and Jonah carefully balancing one for P'rru. Blue eyes lock upon Khena. Apprently, Lark has done some thinking as she smiles softly, near apologetically, attempting to excuse the brownrider's view of the situation. "Jonah, go give P'rru his klah," she quietly tells the young boy before she heads off towards Khena, offering the mug. "Hand me your jacket and gloves. I'll hang them up. Here, have some klah; aren't you cold?" Oh yes, she's lightened up.

Khena doesn't move, though, just standing there glaring at P'rru as Skylark comes to relieve her of her riding gear. "Thanks, Lark," she mutters, giving the woman a confused look as she hands over jacket and gloves. Roped into staying, after all. Mug in hand, she moves a few more paces toward the wingsecond, still glaring at him. "Stop ignoring me, P'rru!" she orders the brownrider, her voice rather more commanding than she has the right to be.

P'rru takes the klah from his stepson, I'd spose you'd call Jonah, and blows steam from the top of it. He watches his daughter, and Khena of course, preferring to stay quiet on the matter. Mug is placed on a stack of hides, leaving a nice wet ring beneath it, and the brownrider peruses his work again. He hears Khena, as hints the sudden tightening of his jaw muscles, and finally glances up "I'm currently doing my job, Khena. I'm not ignoring you" Pedantic.

And doesn't he look busy?! Rolling her eyes, Khena takes one last step, to stand directly in front of the wingsecond's desk, setting her mug down next to his. "You stubborn old...." Cutting herself off, before getting herself deeper into trouble with P'rru, she crosses her arms, looking down at him. "Why can't you just say /something/?!"

A sideways glance is shot to Skylark, as if Purr is testing whether he can speak up or not. Apparently he's going to anyway. "Fine.." he mumbles, standing up- an unconscious way of not being physically dominated by Khena. "What do you want me to say? I've made my peace with Skylark, and that is all that matters, isn't it? No matter what I say Khena, you don't ever listen. All anyone ever does lately is get angry, cry, yell- it doesn't really encourage one to speak of anything at all!" The brownrider's eyes are kept trained on his fellow wingrider. "So what, in fog fall and fire, can I possibly say?"

Khena takes a deep, almost trembling breath as the wingsecond speak up. "Well, yelling and crying's still better'n silence," she says, doing her best /not/ to yell, but keep her voice low and even. Choosing to ignore the fact that he's calling her childish, she glances toward Skylark, then back at P'rru. "You can't ignore me forever...."

Skylark rolls her eyes and steps between the two, Jonah rushing to hide behind his stepsister of sorts. She looks nearly more dangerous and threatening than the two brownriders, her eyes flicking with frustration and anger. "Both of you, clamp your big ol' mouths shut or, Faranth help me, I will!" she calls to settle the two. Slender hands rest upon his hips as she glares at the two. "Honestly! Look at you! P'rru," she's sharp to call upon her father, whirling her blue eyes upon him, then snapping at the other rider present, "Khena. Both of you sort out your issues with one another, this instant! All this hustle has been caused over a /flight/. P'rru, you're one to act upon your emotions over a subject like that. Khena, you can actually try to be sensitive once in a while, and stop giving those looks when you see either Purr or me." Hrmph. There. She said it.

P'rru shakes his head "Oh, I know that. How can I ignore the mother of my daughter's beloved's child?" He's being sarcastic now, and he knows it since he drops his eyes, fingers shoved into his trouser pockets. There's a sigh and he almost whispers "I don't know what to do, pet. For what it's worth, I'm awfully sorry. I thought when you couldn't except my weyrmate that was bad enough, but Khena.." there's a dragged out breath "this is almost like I've lost my daughter.." And he means daughter as he used to think Khena was akin to. Finally he peers at Skylark "Happy?" he barks.

Khena stares at Skylark for a moment, her arms falling to her sides as she blinks once, twice, thrice. Eyes back on P'rru, she swallows a lump in her throat and opens her mouth as if to say something, though nothing comes out. Jaw moving, her eyes dart from the brownrider to his daughter and back again. Speechless, she steps around the two to grab her mug and swallows down a large gulp of klah.

Skylark stares back at Khena, expecting atleast /something/ from her. "Well?" she finally says, planting hands on her hips, "Khena, is this a one sided conversation or a two sided conversation because this subject /must/ be brought up and what better time than the shardin' present to lay down your feelings."

P'rru shirks a hand through his hair and steps away from the table, rolling his shoulders. He's tense, alright? "I've said my piece, anyway I don't know why either you or that bluerider give a toss about what I think. It's not as if I'm directly involved eh? I've got my own family to worry about.." and off he stalks, brushing past Skylark towards the kitchen area. "Where's my wine?" there's a clatter as a glass hits the floor, cracking and splintering. "Shards...you kids make me crazy"

"I jus'... I dunno what to say, Lark," the brownrider explains, setting down the empty mug on P'rru desk, then leans against it, eyes following the wingsecond as he moves off to find wine. "I've never been so close to anyone before, Lark.. P'rru," she continues, including her adopted father in that statement. "You both mean... A lot to me." Big words coming from the brownriders mouth, who rarely, if ever speaks of her feelings. **Khena**

"P'rru..." Skylark calls after him, frowning slightly as her father makes his exit. A hand drops to gently brush Jonah's hair away from his face, the boy staring up at her, pleadingly, his hands clinging to her leg tighter. "Purr-dad's had a bad sevenday, love," she murmurs softly, a gentle tone brushing away Nah's worry as only a sister can do, "Everything'll be fine." Blue eyes lift to Khena and she smiles sympathetically. "And you mean a lot to us, Kinecha, but what happened really hurt both P'rru and I. He was only trying to protect me, and somewhere things got out of hand and the two of you ended up with a grudge." Pause. She smiles more and reaches out to hug the brownrider. "Now's the stage where people feel more or less useless, then we all make up and mend wounds. Things'll clear up very soon." Nod nod. Right.

P'rru bends down to pick up the broken glass, glancing over his shoulder at the girl's every so often. "It's not just this, though, Skylark..." he claims, swivelling to face them as he continues cleaning up. "Khena was like my own daughter, but somewhere along the line..." he makes a clucking sound with his tongue, and shakes his head "I don't know what happened. I just never see you anymore, love.." he's directing this to the brownrider now "I don't know what's going on in your life. Ever since you impressed..I thought it was going to be so smashing, having you in the wing, and you being able to understand more as a rider...but I was wrong" his shoulders hunch as he stands up, clinking the broken mug into a small basket. "Skylark your niave. I'm old, I can't change my ways as easily as you young folk seem to be able too...you'd all understand if you had children".

Khena looks grimly at P'rru for a long moment before glancing toward the ledge, where her lifemate is enjoying the rain. "You oughtta know what it means to 'press, P'rru," she notes, her voice low and thoughtful as she turns back to the brownrider. "I.. I... Things are just not the same as when I was a guard." Pushing off the table, she comes to stand in front of the wingsecond, hands at her sides in loose fists. "And I will be having a child," she whispers defiantly at P'rru's last comment. Apparently he'd just helped her make up her mind..

Skylark sends a glare at P'rru. "Children! That's how this mess got /started/," Grumble. Guh. Parents. Naive. Hrmph. "and use the broom. I don't want any of the kids, Kezz or you stepping on a small hair of glass." While Lark doesn't seem too hurried to have children, she cerainly is maternal... *cough* Sigh.

P'rru flares his nostrils "Stop pushing me away" he returns to her, almost pity in his eyes. "You can't have a baby by yourself Khena, and if you keep pushing everyone away, there will be no-one there to take care of you when you need it" His shoulders hunch forwards further and the brownrider looks towards Skylark with a mild "Yes, pet, broom.." He slinks past the brownrider to reach for said brush.

Khena blinks, slowly as she drops her jaw at P'rru's statement. "What....?" she mumbles, her voice thick with emotion. Turning as he slinks past her, she blinks away wettness from her eyes, quickly brushing the tears away with a shirtsleeve. Of course, she could retort and tell the brownrider that 'there was always Khor', but she bites back the words. Skylark's words are not so much ignored as forgotten by P'rru's surprise 'attack'. "I'm sorry if I hurt you, P'rru," she finally says, though her voice is barely above a whisper.

P'rru begins sweeping across the floor, gathering not just tiny shards but dust aswell into a pile. "Ach, no need to apologise to me, Khena. I'm just an old man who worries far too much for his own good" he flippantly sweeps away her concern, for the first time a smile tickling his jowls.

"Right..." Khena mutters, only to happy to put aside apologies and the like. Slipping into the nearest chair, she watches P'rru sweeping up the shattered glass. "I won't go off-duty, though," she states, quite firmly, quite suddenly. "There's plenty things I can do.. Including the local sweeps, y'know. I won't just sit in the Weyr for nine months!" That said, she crosses her arms in front of her chest to signal that there was no way the wingsecond could change her mind.

P'rru just looks at the brownrider for a second, thoughfully and then nods. "As you wish" he replies, stooping to scoop the little pile of dust and shards into a basket. "I'm glad we can put this behind us, Khena...afterall, I've got little Azerra to think of now eh? And if Skylark is fine with all this, then I guess I have no complaint either.."

Khena nods, a faint smile spreading on her lips. Looking around, she only now notices that Skylark seems to have disappeared. "She's lovely, P'rru.. I'm sorry I haven't congratulated you sooner," she says, looking away from him to stare at the floor by her feet, a slight redness passing over her cheeks.

P'rru swipes the palms of his hands on the back of his trousers, and he heads towards a chair by the large table, hooking his fingers around the top of it. "Aye..well..she is" he says, stilted, awkward now. "Are you sure about this Khena? I don't want to press, but it's a big responsibility, of course you could foster the child out...but I suppose that women with fighting dragons do find it very difficult to concieve after a few turns flying thread, perhaps you should take the opportunity while it has arisen..." He's arguing with his own reasonings now, lightly.

Khena nods slowly, though not very convincing. "Aye, I'm sure... " Certainly, the brownrider would make sure she never ended in the same situation again. So this was a once-in-a-life-time opportunity for her. "'n Khor doesn't think it would be a good idea to go between." Loooking up at P'rru, her eyes show traces of pain and doubt, though her face might have been set in stone. "Of course... I might not even /be/ pregant. Ele says it could be becuase of stress...."

P'rru wrinkles his nose "It is not the place of Kh'ryn to tell you what to do- if he continues they way he has been going, child, he'll end up discovering rather quickly that after flights, the man deserves not to question..." Hey, he's done it 6 times now, he knows. "But, nevertheless..." running out of things to say, the brownrider just looks blankly at her.

If anybody knew /that/ it was Khena. She wasn't about to let anyone tell her whether or not she shoulder stay pregnant, though somehow, she felt the bluerider had /something/ to say in the matter. "I'm well aware of that, P'rru.. And it's not just Khor, it's..." Hesitating, she glance toward the entrance and her lifemate beyond. "Mneoth got it in his head that he wants a baby..."

P'rru chuffs, almost disdainfully. "If I did everything Dsalth wanted, we'd be living by the sea, doing nothing by sunbaking all day..." But he shrugs his shoulders "Khena, there's something else we need to be clear about..." The brownrider glances around his weyr, and bites his bottom lip "Perhaps somewhere more private where I'm not about to disturb the children..." He heads for the ledge, ushering Khena with him.

Khena looks around too, spotting her jacket where Skylark had left it and goes to retrieve it before following the wingsecond. Seeing the look on his face, she just waits for him to speak first.

P'rru marches officiously to the ledge.

P'rru paces towards the edge of the broad shelf, hands chafing his upper arms as he stops and glances out at the view. "Right, well, I should just get to the point, make it quick like removing a bandage...can you look at me without that disapointment in your eyes? It's bveen there ever since I brought Kezzra here. I think it's about time you accepted what you cannot change, Khena. She's here to stay as far as I'm concerned..." he doesn't lok at the brownrider at all, trains his eyes out over the lake.

Khena moves to P'rru's side, putting her hands into pockets as she follows his gaze to the water beneath. "I... I just can't forget what she did to you /last/ time, P'rru," she says, keeping her voice low so it doesn't carry to the weyr. "You were so unhappy." Turning to face him, she tilts her head, looking at him with worry in her eyes.

P'rru raises his eyebrow "Kind of like how unhappy Skylark was, yet now she's accepted it and is not so unhappy anymore?" he says quietly. "If you can expect Skylark to forgive you and Kh'ryn, then how can you still not forgive Kezzra? It wasn't her fault anyway, it was mine, I was such a fool" He shrugs, showing it doesn't bother him anymore. "I'm happy now though, and mostly to do with her. Isn't that good enough?"

Khena manages to grin crookedly at P'rru's analogies, dropping her eyes for a moment as she nods. "You always blame yourself," she notes, softly and with a note of banter in her voice. "If you're really happy, I'll accept it, P'rru.. But, please, don't ask me to /like/ her...."

Ryann glides in from the P'rru's Sunnydale Library.

P'rru grunts and turns to eye the brownrider "But that's exactly what I'm asking Khena. If you just gave her a chance...don't you see how well she and Skylark get along?" He sniffs and rubs a gnarly finger in the corner of his eye as if the whole situation makes him tired "I'm perfectly happy, I've got a brand new daughter, children who behave themselves more or less, Dsalth's in fine form..."

Khena runs her hands through her wet hair, smoothening it to her scalp. Glancing back down at the lake and the rings in the water made by raindrops, she takes a deep breath. "I'd do anything for you, P'rru.. You know that," she begins, looking at the brownrider again. "I'll try." Simple, short and without any wrapping.

P'rru just nods his head, and he reaches out a hand to pat the brownrider's shoulder, a quick touch, awkward s he's still getting used to the situation. "Right, well, I'm glad that's sorted then.." he remarks. "Wonder when this weather will pass..." yes change the topic.

Turning to move back to her slumbering lump of a lifemate, Khena shrugs in accordance to the weather remark. "'Twas a lot worse during drills," she notes, tugging on one of Mneoth's straps, then looks over her shoulder at P'rru. "I should prolly get him back to the weyr before he falls asleep completely." Eyes seeking out the other's she puts her face in serious folds as she continues; "I'm happy that you're happy.." And with that, the brownrider turns and mounts up, getting ready to leave in a hurry.

With Mneoth lending a weary forearm, you have no trouble getting to a stable seat between his neckridges.

P'rru lifts his hand, suddenly looking very old, very worn out. "Aye, and Khena...come by more often won't you?" The brownrider walks backwards into the shelter of the doorway, waiting to watch the pair off.