Fort Weyr - Th'ero and Velokraeth's Weyr
This weyr is opulent, it almost looks like some of the ground weyrs. It is quite large, easily fitting two large dargons. The slight lip on the wallow allows for large blankets to be draped over it without sliding downward. The floor stone is smooth, having been wore down over the turns by many dragon and human feet. Towards the back of the dragon area there is a wall with a double door wide opening leading into the living area. On either side of the living area there are two smaller rooms. Towards the back there is an entrance to the washroom on the left and an open area for the kitchenette on the right.
The living area is quite large to match the dragon's area. There is plush carpeting covering most of the weyr, except for the dragon, kitchen and washroom areas which are tiled. The furniture left behind is in quite good condition. There is a sofa and a klah table in the center of the room, and couple of bookcases. Towards the back where the kitchenette is there is a rectangular dining table with four chairs. The spare room to the left has only a desk in it and a book shelf.
The kitchenette is well cared for. There are ample cabinets and counter space about made with good stone, though they are worn a bit by age. There is a stove and oven, ice box and a deep sink. The bedroom is of a slightly more modest size. The bed looks to be roughly a queen size, and there is a dresser with a mirror over it off to the right hand side of the entrance. Some of the area is consumed by a walk-in closet in the back right corner. The washroom is quite large and clearly designed for two people. There is a large basin tub with a small stand up shower next to it. The toilet has been partitioned off to the left corner, leaving space for a large vanity across most of the back wall of the washroom. It has a light colored stone countertop with two sinks carved out and a very large mirror on the wall behind. There is plenty of cabinet space underneath.

A few sevendays after the Stonehaven incident, and Kimmila's recovery drags on. But thanks to an intervention on Th'ero's part (and an escape by the bluerider that involved trundlebugs), the Healers have allowed her to move out of the infirmary and - where else? - into Th'ero's weyr. On this warm day at the beginning of autumn, winters's chill has not yet touched the region. As high, puffy clouds sail overhead, it's a perfect day for relaxing outside. Which, it seems, Kimmila is doing. Sitting in a cushioned chair on Velokraeth's ledge, the bluerider rests in the sun near to the wooden doors that lead to the weyr's interior. Velokraeth is absent, but Varmiroth dozes as well, resting with his muzzle nearly touching his lifemate's foot.

Zi'on has convinced Suldith to take a break from the sands-sitting in order to head to Fort for a little bit. With the pirates apprehended, he assured the bronze that nothing was going to happen to the eggs in the short time they're away. There was always business to attend to, but the bronzer wants to make a stop first, to see if he can find Th'ero. Of course there's a bit of a surprise when it's a blue dragon lounging on Velokraeth's ledge. Not that it seems to bother Suldith, who greets Varmiroth with a soft warble. Zi'on hops down from his bronze and unpacks a case of beer, the bottle clinking together inside of it. A peace offering, really. Or a bribe, maybe.

Varmiroth's eyes open and his head lifts quickly at the arrival of the Weyrleader and his bronze, the blue crooning back quietly, head dropping low once more. Kimmila's eyes open too, and she sits up a little bit straighter in her chair. That she's been ill is immediately obvious to anyone who has known her before - her skin is pale and waxy, without much color to it. Her hair has been brushed at one point or another, but now it hangs in small tangles and snares around her face, blowing in the breeze. Her limbs are slender and don't promise much strength to them but there is still the same light to her keen green eyes as she lifts her right hand very slowly to touch her brow in a salute. "Weyrleader," she says, her lips taking on a slightly crooked smile at the formality. Maybe she's teasing. "Th'ero isn't here, he's at a meeting." She eyes that beer though, biting her lower lip.

Suldith takes off from the ledge after he's dropped his rider off. It seems the bronze wants to get in some flying, if he's going to be away from the sands anyways. Plus he doesn't want to disturb the blue. Zi'on looks paler of late, though it's hard to tell with his naturally olive skin. He gives her a look when she addresses him formally, as if to say 'don't call me that'. "Wingrider." He nods about Th'ero, then follows her eyes to the beer. "Ah. Well then, I guess we'll just have to drink his beer without him. If you're allowed, I guess. One can't hurt, right?" Zi'on pulls open the case, then sits down on the stone next to Kimmila. "It's good to see you up and about somewhat. How's the back? Just another battle scar?"

Kimmila grins at him, and nods. "One wouldn't hurt. Or two." Or five. You know, whatever! "It's healing, thanks," she says with a grimace, shifting slightly in her chair and peering down at him. "There's another chair just inside if you don't feel like sitting at my feet," she says with a slight frown, apparently disliking looking down on him. She snorts. "Just another battle scar and turns of rehabilitation. Don't know if I'll ever be able to draw a bow like I used to."

Zi'on chuckles. "Well, whatever you want. I'm sure Th'ero won't mind. I'll just bring another case." He does get up and move the chair over to sit next to her, the beer put between them. He reaches into the case and pulls two out, opening them both and handing one to Kimmi. "Mm. I don't much envy you, getting stuck in the back like that. But I'm glad you're healing. I'm sure Th'ero is happy that you get to spend so much time with him. Though I guess maybe the healing gets in the way of fun activities." He swigs at his beer a bit. It's a nice red colored beer, something good for autumn. "You missed all the fun at Western lately, though."

Kimmila takes the beer and tips it back, taking a long pull before she exhales a very satisfied sound, along with a low curse. "I needed that. Thanks, Zi'on." Then she frowns with a low sigh, staring across the bowl as her free hand reaches down to rub Varmiroth's eye ridges. "To say that it royally sucked is a gross understatement," she mutters, and beneath her simple words there is an undercurrent of anger and hints of shame. Being shot in the back is nothing Harpers write songs about. Then she smirks a bit, taking another drink of the beer before she chuckles. "It's nice to get to see him, but I haven't had sex in nearly a month." TMI? She doesn't care. "The Healers were pretty explicit about that. Something about jostling…" She trails off and shrugs her good shoulder before turning her head to look at him with a frown. "Yeah, Th'ero said Iris was kidnapped or something? Varmiroth can't really reach long distances," she taps her temple, "so I really don't know much about what all went down. Sorry I wasn't there to beat some ass."

Zi'on nods. "Mm, sure. I would have figured you and Th'ero would get a drink together every so often." Zi'on unzips his flight jacket and wriggles out of it, letting it fall back ontot the chair behind him. "I can imagine so. You're not dead though, so I guess we'll take our blessings where we can get them." He blinks at her bluntness, then laughs. "I'm sorry. For Th'ero, too. Though I guess he's probably had a green flight or two. Suldith hasn't been chasing at all since the eggs were laid, but I have other ways to get by. That's sort of why I'm here, actually." He wrinkles his brow then. "Not that Th'ero is part of my other ways. But I need to talk to him about one of them." Zi'on scratches at his beard for a second. "Can you do other things with less jostling?" Zi'on nods. "A bunch of pirate renegades… whatever you want to call them. They had one of their own inside the weyr, and were keeping a step ahead of us for a while. But they lost in the end."

Kimmila nods, "We do, but it's been a while," she admits, slowing down now that her first two sips have been enjoyed. She laughs then. "I'm too mean to die," she says, her eyes gleaming with good humor. It fades somewhat at his next question, and Kimmila just shrugs. "We're managing," she says evasively, probably not wanting to get too detailed on the subject of Velokraeth's appetites and Th'ero's flight wins. Then she's laughing again, eying him. "I'm not going to sleep with you," she says, but her voice has her dry humor that shows she's /positive/ that's not why he's here either. More laughter follows and she takes another drink. "Your assistant headwoman friend? Or Th'ero's sister? You want to sleep with his sister, don't you? I don't think he'd be very happy with that idea." She frowns, turning her eyes towards the bowl. "All sorts of assholes are coming out of the woodwork." She snorts. "Laris is still out there. Wish I could get an arrow through /his/ back," she mutters.

Zi'on laughs. "Well, I'll remember that if I ever get an arrow to the back. Be mean to stay alive." He grins to her, then nods about them managing. If Zi'on was that interested he could always ask Th'ero, not that the bronzer would be any more likely than Kimmila to talk about it. He laughs then when she says she won't be sleeping with him. "Psh. You just said you still can't, anyways." The takes a long swig of his beer then. And then another. "I haven't seen my assistant headwoman in such a while I figure it's safe to say that it's over." He looks off to the side then, coughing. Also pointedly ignoring the bit about Th'ero's sister. "Apparently. I dropped our favorite renegade on a deserted island far from Western. If by some miracle he stays alive he can stay there and rot. If he somehow makes it off… well, he knows what will happen to him if I ever see him close to Western again."

Kimmila eyes the bronzerider for a long moment and then smirks. "Good luck with that. You're going to need more beer. Or wine. Or both." She quiets for a long moment and then nods. "Good for you," she finally says, her expression set and unforgiving, her voice touched with hints of angry bitterness. "So," she says then hesitating, "Iris is okay? The…the baby too?" She hesitates all the more when asking about the child, looking across the bowl again.

Zi'on gives Kimmila a curious look. "Eh? For what?" Did she mean talking to Th'ero, or wooing Kaliena? He tilts his chair back a bit, then lets it fall back into place and focuses on his drink for a moment. "Iris? Yeah… she's fine. The baby, too. According to the healers. We were all pretty glad," he says quietly, also looking across the bowl. "Apparently they were planning to ransom her back. They weren't counting on us catching one of their own, though." He looks over at Kimmila. "I guess it's probably been a while since you saw your daughter? Maybe I could bring her with me, next time I come to Fort."

"Talking Th'ero into letting you sleep with his sister," Kimmila says. "If she'd even let you. Not that I know her well, like…at all." She frowns a little at that. "I really need to spend some time with her. If she'd even want to. Dunno." She shrugs her good shoulder. "Glad she's okay, and the baby," the bluerider says quietly, looking down into her beer bottle before she tips it back for another swig. She and Zi'on are sitting on the ledge in chairs, chatting and sharing a few beers. She snorts, "They never think these things through. Ransom a goldrider…that's going to bring down holy hell on their sorry heads." She turns her head and blinks at him blankly. "My daught-" she says, a hand shifting near her midsection before it moves again to grip the arm of her chair. "Oh. Ziani." Did she seriously forget she had a daughter? "Yeah, that'd be great actually, thanks…" She trails off and looks away again.

Zi'on scratches at his beard again. "Er… Well. What is it they say… better to beg forgiveness?" He laughs a bit, though it sounds nervous. "I uh… may have already slept with her. She was… well, she propositioned me. And I'm a terrible person, I guess. Couldn't say no…" Now he's in trouble most likely. He shakes his head about the pirate. "No, they don't. They were at least smart enough to keep her blindfolded so her dragon didn't come to smash their skulls in. Some of them didn't make it back alive anyways. Especially not the ones who got between Ila'den and his girl." Zi'on blinks at Kimmila as well. Then he nods to her. "Alright… I'll be sure to do that, then."

Kimmila turns her head to full-on STARE at the bronzerider. "You /what/?!" Shock. Shocked, she is! "When Th'ero stabs you in the back I have some nice salve for you to use," she says, but even that attempt at humor falls a little flat, since she's so stunned. She blinks a few more times and then just takes a deep pull from her beer bottle. "Protective, no doubt," she mutters about Ila'den.

Zi'on holds up at least one hand defensively. The other has his beer bottle. "Well… I mean… she's one of my close friends at Western and she was in my weyr and… I dunno… I was lonely!" Or something. More like thinking with the tiny brain in his pants. "Psh. Th'ero would at least have the courage to stab me in the face… Which he probably will." Zi'on frowns. "I don't think there's enough booze in the world to save me from that. But I don't want him finding out second hand, so now that I've told you I'll have to wait for him to come back." There's a nod about Ila'den. "He was a raving lunatic with her gone. I didn't even want him coming to work."

Speak of the devil and he shall arrive! Or something along those lines, anyways. With the meeting now adjourned and Th'ero freed for the time being from the clutches of Weyr duty, the bronzerider turns to climb the short flight of stairs to his ledge and weyr. Velokraeth is still absent, the pale bronze likely somewhere about or perhaps entertaining some greens (that are thankfully not glowing). Otherwise, the Weyrleader would have had some warning at least that he had a guest. "Well, this is a surprise." Th'ero muses out loud, pitching his voice just enough to be heard as he turns to stride towards where Zi'on and Kimmila are seated. He's obviously not overheard anything, to judge by his reasonably good mood and the smile he gives both of them.

Kimmila is still staring at Zi'on, slowly shaking her head. And she's about to say something too (probably to tell him what an idiot he's been), when Th'ero arrives. The bluerider's head turns quickly to look at the other Weyrleader arrive, and her smile is a little awkward and strained. "Hi…sweetheart." …what? That might be a CLUE that something is WRONG.

Suldith also is absent. Perhaps chatting with some other dragons on the other side of the weyr. He doesn't care if they're green or not. Zi'on lifts a hand to Th'ero. "Hey." He looks sullen and ashamed of himself. "I brought you some beer…" He says apologetically. "We need to talk." Zi'on hangs his head. It might be a little harder to tell Th'ero than it was Kimmila. After all, he'd told Th'ero he -wouldn't- chase Kaliena's skirt. But he'd failed miserably in keeping his word. And that made Zi'on feel horrible.

Sweetheart? Th'ero's expression is puzzled and he gives Kimmila a funny look for it too. His nose might even wrinkle a little bit. "Wingmate," he drawls back and then his glance takes on a more level look. "What did you do?" That is asked of her and not Zi'on for once. Usually the Western Weyrleader gets that question from him. He's cluing in though, sort of, that something is amiss. Suspicions waylaid for now, he turns his head back to his fellow friend and bronzerider. Th'ero's smile falters just as it begins to return and he gives Zi'on a curious and searching look. "What's wrong? Is this about Iris or the renegades?" Hey, it's likely he'd assume that is the case. It was the last thing they really talked about. He gives an appreciative look to the beer, nodding his thanks though he's more focused on frowning in concern to the other Weyrleader, though his gaze flicks to Kimmila as well.

Kimmila just gives Th'ero a sympathetic look before she tips back her beer. At this point she'd /usually/ make some bs excuse and get up, leaving the two men to their awkward discussion but, well. She can't. So she just sits there and drinks her beer and waits for the horribly awkward and likely loud and angry fireworks to start.

Zi'on blinks a bit at Th'ero, then looks to Kimmila. "She didn't do anything. It was me." As usual. Though Zi'on looks more ashamed of himself than usual. Considering usually he wasn't ashamed at all. There's a blink at Th'ero then, and he looks up at him. "Oh, the renegades? No no. We cleared them out. Got Iris back safe and sound. The baby is fine, too. Thank Faranth." He takes a deep breath then, and chugs down the rest of his beer. "No… it's about me. And Kaliena." Zi'on rubs his face a bit, still trying to get up the courage to spit it out.

Th'ero is listening carefully, even when he turns to grab a spare chair and drag it over, purposely positioning himself close to Kimmila, but where he can still face Zi'on when he sits. Given the looks and behavior from the bluerider, coupled with the other Weyrleader's odd mood, he's beginning to grow more and more suspicious by the second. "Ahh, well that's some good news. Ila'den must be relieved and so must the Weyr." Th'ero replies, but it's obvious from his frown that he knows it's not the entire story. "Kaliena…?" Poor Zi'on, too. The moment his sister's name is mentioned, the Weyrleader is focusing completely on the other bronzerider and he sits just that more straighter in his seat. It takes just a few seconds after the cryptic remark and then Th'ero puts two and two together. And who knew he could move so damn fast? Because just like that, one moment he's in his seat, all tense smiles and with one hand reaching out to rest on Kimmila's arm and then next he's right in Zi'on's personal space. There are no yelling or angry words, but he does go to grab the other Weyrleader's tunic and haul him to his feet if he can manage. It's no doubt that Th'ero is furious now and Zi'on has a few seconds to explain himself.

Kimmila /would/ get up and try to intervene, but she can't. She just startles a bit, wincing at the pull of her shoulder, and lifting her good hand towards the dueling Weyrleaders. "Th'ero…" It's more instinctual speaking than anything, since she doesn't really tell him to 'stop' or 'hear him out'. But she doesn't want to see him do something he'll regret, either.

Zi'on nods about the relief of Iris being back at the weyr. "Yeah. We're all pretty thankful and all. If something would have happened to her, I don't know if I could have lived with myself." There's only a moment of blinking from Zi'on as Th'ero moves over to lift him from his seat. Zi'on winces and turns his head from Th'ero in anticipation of the blow he expects to follow. "She came to me! I swear! I told her we shouldn't that we should go slow but she pushed it! You can ask her!" He opens his eyes just a sliver to look over at Th'ero, one hand around the other weyrleader's arm to keep himself from falling over at such an awkward angle.

Th'ero dimly hears Kimmila's warning, but doesn't act upon it as his temper wins control. His hand only curls itself tighter into Zi'on's tunic and he begins to pivot his weight, his right (and bad) arm pulling back slightly, fist at the ready. But then something the other Weyrleader says has him pausing. That and the fact the bronzerider isn't fighting back /or/ defending himself. "You could have still said no, damn it!" he snarls at Zi'on, glaring at him. Then his jaw sets and he raises the fist again, threatening, but then hesitates once more. It's an awkward and highly tensed moment as the Weyrleader just stares at him through narrowed eyes, expression hard and cold in anger. In the end though, Th'ero can't do it and lowers his fist. Zi'on is released too, but with a less then polite shove. "So she came to you and not the other way?" he asks in a voice that's too low and too calm considering the look he's giving the other bronzerider. He's not out of the woods yet.

Kimmila stays still in her chair, hoping that if it comes to blows she won't get caught in the middle. But when he raises his bad arm, the bluerider reaches out again. "Th'ero," she says once more, voice more firm and more urgent. When Th'ero releases Zi'on, Kimmila relaxes just a tad, green eyes flicking back and forth from one bronzerider to the other.

Zi'on frowns then. He'd almost like a punch instead, that way he'd feel less guilty about it. Not to mention he hasn't really seen Kaliena to talk to her about what had happened since. "I know… But I was lonely and I… well, I like her. I'm sorry… I didn't mean for it to happen. I'd been kind of avoiding her, then she shows up at my weyr. One thing led to another." There's an 'oof' from Zi'on as he's shoved back into his seat. "She came to me, yeah…" Zi'on says quietly, looking down at his shoes.

Zi'on should be feeling lucky he's not feeling Th'ero's anger right now, since the other bronzerider usually doesn't punch just once. "I thought you had a woman already. Xanshalla, right?" he growls next. Never mind that there's distance involved there. He continues to glare at Zi'on, even as the other Weyrleader begins to apologize. It must work, along with Kimmila's firm and urgent call of his name again, because the Fortian Weyrleader is slowly backing off. Th'ero can only stand there then, awkward and still so very upset as his jaw works silently. "Then that's her choice, isn't it?" he says slowly, as if it's a struggle to speak the words. Snorting then, he turns to walk stiffly back to his seat but not without pausing to snag one of the beers Zi'on brought along. Probably a good thing he did, since it seems to distract Th'ero … or pacify him a little more. Cracking it open, he nudges his discarded chair back beside Kimmila and then settles down heavily in it. Almost half the beer is gone in one swig by the time Th'ero has leaned forwards to rest his elbows on his legs, still fixing Zi'on with a narrowed glare.

Kimmila relaxes a smidgen more when Th'ero sits down again, and she moves her good hand to rest on the armrest of her chair, giving him a look that's rather sympathetic. She finishes her beer and lets the empty bottle dangle from her fingers. Varmiroth eyes it and then scoots to the edge of the ledge, peering down. Hesitating for a moment, Kimmila then casually throws the bottle over the ledge, letting it fall to the ground below with a crash. Varmiroth doesn't stick around either, the little blue tipping down off the ledge to soar down and poke at the broken bottle pieces.

Zi'on shrugs a bit about Xanshalla. "I haven't seen her in months now. Pretty sure it's safe to say it's over between me and her. If I ever see her again I'll end it proper, but if she don't want to see me then I don't see the point in making it a show." He frowns as Th'ero continues to glare at him. Once Th'ero is sitting, Zi'on stands up, picking up his jacket. "I guess it is her choice. Anyways… I thought you at least deserved to hear it from me." There's a wince as Kimmila lets the bottle fall. "I'll see you two around." The bronzer wrings his jacket a bit before heading down the steps. Hopefully Suldith is on his way back, because Zi'on needs to escape.

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