Fort Weyr - Lookout Ridge
An open plateau of rock that's nestled on the northern face of the bowl wall, used to provide an ease of access to important parts of the Weyr; traffic here being minimal. Stonecut stairs lead down to the administration complex, while the bridge that adjoins this plateau spans across a gully to get to the central bowl wall, where the wing corridor can be quickly reached. A shortcut is also built up toward the Star Stones, so those without dragon can reach the long since used rocks.
Beyond the pathways and access routes, the view from this terrace is amazing. The eye has a good vantage point of the entire bowl below, from the hatching caverns, to the training complex, to the stretches of the central and southern most bowl. The rise of the mountain and the forest ranges can be glimpsed from here as well, distant images but outlined enough to distinguish where they start and end. Oddly enough there's a bench here, settled back against the bowl wall and angled to give the best view of the world beyond.


Just a short time ago saw the Weyrleader, Weyrsecond and "Weyrthird" greeting a guest from High Reaches in the Weyrleader's office. After formalities were exchanged and a few questions pressed to their young gold rider guest, Nyalle was given permission to tour the Weyr with D'ani as her chaperone. As for Th'ero, he had other matters to attend to — or so he thought. Something has him changing course and rather than taking the stairs to Zuvaleyuth's ledge, he instead turns to the arc bridge and with his hand outstretched to Kimmila for her to take, he will pull her in close as they ascend to the small open nook where they can sit in relative privacy on a stone bench. The weather is cool but not uncomfortably so and the nook being partially sheltered leaves most of the stone here untouched by the previous night's rainfall. Th'ero's expression is still locked in a reserved mask, mouth pressed into a thin and thoughtful line.

Kimmila slips her hand into Th'ero's, a bit surprised by the change in course but not debating or questioning it. Once they're settled she laces her fingers through his and gives him a look before she looks out across the weyr, seeking the fiery gold's hide. "She's quite striking," she murmurs with a small smile. No doubt Varmiroth observed the bronzes with her on the star stones. "What do you think?"

Th'ero sits himself down next to her on the bench and when her fingers lace through his he will gently squeeze her hand. He's not brooding at least, but he's certainly mulling through some very heavy thoughts right now. Starting a bit at her murmured remark on Kayeth's appearance, his eyes travel out towards the bowls and in the direction of the lake. How much did Varmiroth see and tell? Th'ero coughs, clearing his throat. "Kayeth is a very striking young gold. Velokraeth is already smitten and not aided at all by Dremkoth's obvious admiration of her." he admits with a faint smirk. Oh that bronze of his! "What do I think? Of Kayeth or Nyalle?" he asks, knowing very well she most likely meant the young weyrwoman.

Varmiroth saw and told everything, but the blue did not intrude. He just watched. Kimmila chuckles. "What do you think of Nyalle? And," she adds, with a knowing smirk, "what does Velokraeth think of Kayeth?"

Poor Varmiroth is likely going to hear all about it when Kayeth returns to High Reaches and Velokraeth returns to his ledge. All about it and details the blue likely doesn't want to know. Ever. Th'ero smirks, but some amusement flickers in his eyes before he leans back against the bench and sighs. Where to begin? "Nyalle is… formal and proper. Carries herself well despite any nervousness. Clearly she follows High Reaches' views on traditions. Whether it is because she knows nothing else or otherwise, I'm not certain." he murmurs slowly. "And what do you think Velokraeth is thinking about Kayeth?" Go on, guess! Shaking his head, Th'ero gives her a long look. "You, Wingmate?"

Poor Varmiroth indeed. But he'll listen. Because he's a great friend. Kimmila nods in agreement with Th'ero's thoughts. "Very proper, and very traditional. Makes me wonder if she'll…understand the changes we've made to the weyr. If she'll accept them." And then she laughs, giving his hand a squeeze and his shoulder a bump. "That he wants some fiery gold tail wrapped around his own?" she teases.

Velokraeth will cherish such a friendship and likely does already! Th'ero's head lowers a bit and his eyes take on that distant look when someone is deep within their thoughts. He's listening though and while the silence stretches on for a few moments, when he does speak it's in a soft but calm tone. Bit by bit, his masks are beginning to slip away. Up here with just Kimmila at his side to share his thoughts and hear hers, he doesn't feel so guarded. "Any rider worth their salt know that transferring comes with some necessary adaptations. Nyalle is young, she can adapt." Oh, how foolish he is in assuming that! "As far as understanding… Well. That may come in time?" Right? He grunts at the bump to his shoulder and promptly gives her a nudge right back. "That's putting it in light terms and politely to boot!" he says with a grimace.

Kimmila waits patiently, giving his hand another gentle squeeze as she waits. "She seems like she is eager to please," she admits. "And adaptable. It is only proper, after all," she says with a crooked smile. "Understanding…well I'd hope so. It is how we do things in Fort. Slightly differently, and I don't want my position to be in danger." And then a laugh. "Oh? Well. He's never been raunchy with Varmiroth or with me so I wouldn't know. But…I can imagine. Silly bronze."

Th'ero squeezes back with his hand and then gently slips his hand free to rest it on her leg instead as he nestles in a little closer to her. Cuddling! On a bench. In public! Well, maybe not quite so public. "I agree with what you say, Wingmate. Though part of me almost wishes we had more time in this. We've met her once, who's to say her personality will not shift when she becomes comfortable in our presence?" he says softly, only to give her a level look. There's a brief flash of stubbornness to his eyes then as he smiles small but reassuringly. "Your position is in no danger. She's transferring in as a junior, remember?" Her laughter has him relaxing again and he chuckles. "Never say never! Velokraeth is quite allured by Kayeth. Raunchiness aside, he does see more to her than that. Varmiroth may likely be swarmed with the details once Velokraeth can tear his attention away from Kayeth. Thank Faranth I do not have to be anywhere right now…"

Gasp! Cuddling! Kimmila snuggles back against him though, leaning comfortably. "I suppose that's the risk we take," she murmurs. "And we trust V'sev. She is not a total unknown. Talk more to V'sev if you have doubts?" she suggests. Then she smiles. "Oh, I'm not worried about my position actually leaving. Just…don't want it causing trouble for you." And then there's a laugh. "Poor Varmiroth. He's clueless but he'll listen I'm sure. And oh? He's that enamored with her?"

Cuddling! Th'ero supports her easily, one arm wrapped around her shoulders and the other crossed over his lap to keep a hand resting against her thigh. If they weren't dressed so semi-formal and wearing their knots, they'd look just like some couple enjoying some quiet scenery up by the bridge. "It's a very big risk and part of me is still wary, despite the good first impression Nyalle has made." he admits, only to nod his head. "I trust V'sev. I don't see what he could gain by double-crossing us." At her suggestion, he mulls it over carefully. "Perhaps we can arrange some more meetings. Neutral territory, perhaps to keep suspicions from rising. There will be enough gossip with having Kayeth here for the day as it is." Trouble? Quirking a brow, he turns his head just enough to kiss her. "Never." he murmurs. "It's never been trouble for me." Back to Velokraeth, Th'ero sighs heavily. "Yes. Though I don't know if it's a passing fancy or if he's truly enamoured with her as he is with Zuvaleyuth. Though honestly, he's over the moons that she is accepting him despite his… appearance. He views her as a flawless example of a golden queen. He? Is anything but a shining example of a bronze." Gasp! Velokraeth has insecurities? Say it isn't so!

Kimmila nods. "Neutral meetings might work better. Innocent ones, that appear to be happenstance. I think that is a fine idea. Landing, or the crafthalls. Places we could all be." She returns his kiss with surprise but eagerness, chuckling softly. "If you say so." But she's not so sure. "Awww. He may not look the part but his mind is there and that's what counts. I'm pleased she seems to see past his appearance? That's a mark in her favor."

Th'ero cants his head a little to the side as he considers each of Kimmila's suggestions. "Yes, that does seem to be our best options." he murmurs in agreement and his hand on her thigh squeezes gently, almost as if by reflex and habit. Another drift into silence and then he looks sidelong too her. "Would you come with me on these visits, Wingmate, if the situation and time permits?" While he doesn't mind going in alone on these hushed and secretive meetings, Th'ero wisely knows that having an extra pair of eyes can certainly help! There is another little nudge. "I swear." he murmurs. No trouble! Th'ero chuckles. "See? Compliments like that, it's no wonder he adores you." he drawls and then snorts. "I wasn't putting any stock in whether or not Kayeth took interest in Velokraeth." Why should he? To him, Kayeth is a junior gold and her flights will be open to all chasers. It's Zuvaleyuth's flights that he worries about.

Kimmila's thigh flexes beneath his touch, grin crooked. "You know I will," she says, though she always appreciates his invitations and him asking her first. Then she laughs. "Well…yes. And no, I know, but it does speak well to her character. That's what I meant. Fort doesn't need nor want a vapid, shallow, haughty queen."

Th'ero's hand will caress when her thigh flexes under his touch, slow and still keeping towards the respectful side of things. He turns his head just enough to smile to her, looking relieved that she agrees to join him. Not that he doubted she would. Now if only fate will allow for it! "Thank you. I suppose this means I will have to have more letters written to V'sev or… simply have Velokraeth bespeak Zhouth. May be best that we do that…" Does he worry the letters will be intercepted? "What do you think?" he murmurs and at her laughter, he tilts his head and then chuckles heartily. "We certainly have lucked out on our golds and their personalities. From what I get from Velokraeth, Kayeth is certainly none of those traits. If she were vapid or shallow, he'd want nothing to do with her."

Kimmila chuckles. "Careful if you have Velokraeth talk to Zhouth that it's not all about how horny he is around Kayeth," she says, only half jokingly. Then she nods, "Fortian blood is good blood. I was pleased to hear Kayeth is from Wiyaneth's line." There's pride there. "Though she is the exact opposite in looks. Same size though, which amuses me."

"Give Velokraeth some credit! He's only so brash with Varmiroth and those he knows well enough to get away with it. Zhouth is still an unknown bronze, so he's cautious around him." Th'ero scoffs and gives her another playful nudge. Half jokingly, indeed! "That was a bit of a surprise, wasn't it? I'm sure Elara will be thrilled to know. Fortian blood is certainly strong! And apparently hatches very fine dragons." he murmurs, amused and yet sharing in some of that pride. Considering now that Velokraeth has seeded his bloodline quite well into Fort.
Kimmila laughs, holding up her free hand. "Forgive me, wingmate," she teases, "I don't know how Velokraeth is around other bronzes." And then there's a nod, and a proud smile. "She will be very thrilled," she agrees. "Mmmhmm. Fort does. And now Velokraeth is a part of that. It's a good addition."

Th'ero chuckles dryly at her teasing. "Apology accepted, Wingmate." he muses and leans close against her side. No way anyone could deny they're not cuddling now. "Well, now you know? He knows when to behave." He trusts his bronze. Even if they don't always see eye to eye, Th'ero trusts him. Shifting a bit, he looks down and across at her. "Don't know about you, but I'm starting to feel the chill out here. Do you have any duties today with the Wings or runs to the cot holds?" he asks curiously.

Kimmila grins, "Now I know," she agrees, snuggling back without caring who sees. "Me? I always have duties but for you, dear Weyrleader, I can shift things around." She wins.

*winks
And wins
She always wins.
Always.
It is known.
And Th'ero knows nothing.
Except that Winter is Coming.

Th'ero laughs low and deep in his throat, likely felt more like a rumble-sound to her and he gives her a playful and light smack against her thigh. "Perfect. Knew I could always count on you." he drawls as he snuggles with her. The air is cold though and so is the stone and soon he gives a sharp shiver. "How about we move inside? I don't care where, but I am going numb, I think." And she won't need much imagination to know where.

Kimmila pushes to her feet and hauls him up with her, drawing him into a passionate - public! - kiss. Then pulling him off into the warmth of their weyr.