Fort Weyr - Infirmary
This room looks fairly similar to most other infirmaries, with it's faint scent of antiseptic and an eerie quiet that goes along with convalescence. Rows of cots line both walls, each separated by a privacy screen. Breaking the line of cots along the outside wall is a entrance to the dragonhealing section of the infirmary. The far end of the oval room is filled with metal cabinets that hold the tools of the Weyrhealers trade, as well as a desk from which the healer can supervise his domain. Upon one wall rests a thick 'chart' containing the information on all patients within the infirmary.
It's an infirmary! A place where sick or injured people go. Although things seem to be quiet for the time being. The beds are empty, and only a few healers mill about here and there. K'shan is one such healer, although he seems to be settled off on a stool near the shelves. A clipboard sits in his lap, while he sorts through a few items. Doing inventory? Very likely.
It's a fairly hesitant B'ky that enters the infirmary, the Roc wingleader looking less than pleased as he pauses a moment to glance around. His hair, which is usually tied back in a runner-tail, is currently loose and falls about his shoulders and over his forehead. The man's crimson and indigo riding leathers match the three rather strikingly bright locks of hair - blue, indigo, and red - which are wound together in a thin braid that starts from his temple and is tucked neatly behind one ear.
K'shan glances up from his work, blinking just a little bit behind a set of what are likely reading glasses. Indeed, B'ky likely seems a little out of place in the infirmary. He doesn't look like he's in dire need of medical attention! There's a sigh though, before the greenrider tugs the glasses off, and sets them and his clipboard on the counter. "B'ky? You've been hanging around Sabrina, I see." There's /colors/!
B'ky's smile is thin as K'shan speaks, the bluerider not looking any more pleased as he nods slightly, "Avideth insisted I try it," and that's as much explanation as he seems willing to give. That touch of pink on his cheeks? There could be any number of reasons for that, as he reluctantly walks over with a quiet sigh. "You're not busy at the moment?" he asks, glancing at the clipboard.
K'shan shakes his head somewhat. "Nothing I wouldn't mind putting off as long as possible." Inventory is /boring/. The greenrider does move, however, sliding off the stool so that he can stand on his own feet, looking at B'ky with a mild curiosity. "Did you need something?"
Now there's definitely more than a touch of pink on the man's cheeks, but B'ky only nods briefly and says, "I, ah, was wondering if there was something I could put on this," and he reaches up to his forehead to push aside the hair. Close to the base of the colorful braid is… a third eye? Nope, just a pimple. A rather red one, which is made all the worse because of the man's pale skin. "It's been turns since I've had to deal with this sort of thing," the bluerider frowns slightly, looking a little embarrassed.
K'shan tilts his head, curiosity quite obviously piqued. Although the reveal of B'ky's insistent need of a healer earns a somewhat bewildered look from the greenrider, followed by a vague…tiny smile. "It's a fairly common thing, you know." Still, there's a small sigh as he moves along down the counter, and simply opens one of the cabinets. "Dirt, stress, irritants..anything can cause a breakout."
[Fort Weyr] Vi'leko sneezes on EVERYONE.
[Fort Weyr] B'ky gets blown away
[Fort Weyr] K'shan is wiped off the map.
[Fort Weyr] Vi'leko is totally mighty that way.
"Common for someone half my age," B'ky comments, letting his hand drop so the hair once again covers his forehead. The bluerider grimaces, just slightly, "Hair dye?" in response to the list of irritants, and then sighs quietly, looking at the cabinet.
K'shan does consider that a moment, and then simply nods. "If your skin is sensitive to it, sure. Though I think there might've been a breakout anywhere it touched if that was the case." Not just one, glaringly obvious spot. He does finally come up with a container of some sort of salve, and then simply moves to hand it to B'ky. "That should help."
B'ky nods thoughtfully, "I suppose it wasn't the dye, then," and he sighs as he takes the container of salve with a quiet, "Thanks," and then frowns slightly, "Avideth wants me to have the rest of my hair colored. I saw some of the plants that were used for it." The edges of his mouth tilt upward slightly, "I don't think I've seen so many plants used for something in a long while." And he shakes his head.
K'shan lifts a brow at that. Yes, he'll be keeping his hair it's natural, normal color. But then again, he's never been particularly…adventurous. Though his fingers do mess with a lock of his own hair a tad self-consciously. "All of it? Striped like that?" Bizarre!
B'ky chuckles softly, nodding, "All of it." And by now, it's gotten fairly long. The man might need to see a barber soon. "Not quite stripes," and the bluerider hmms a moment before saying, "Dark blue with red streaks. I… was originally going to try it, but," and he shakes his head again, "I think I've gotten so used to Avi's ideas since Ierne, I don't think twice about them anymore." Still, his voice is fond as he mentions his lifemate.
K'shan does seem to consider that, inspecting B'ky. His gaze goes up…and then down again, before he turns to lean a bit against the side of the counter. "Well, I doubt it would look bad. A bit odd at first, but not bad." The mention of dragons and ideas has the greenrider making a bit of a face though. "Mm. Nawyth gets…very strange things in her head."
"You think so?" B'ky's brows rise a little at the inspection he gets, though he says softly with a chuckle, "I suppose it couldn't be any worse," as he absently tugs an indigo and crimson sleeve. "Stranger than a giant purple and yellow hat?" B'ky smiles slightly, tilting his head to the side.
The surprised look is really almost comical, eyes growing a bit large as K'shan stares at B'ky. "Please tell me that doesn't actually exist. Or that you burned it." Giant purple and yellow hat? Most definitely needs destruction! "I don't think anything could look stranger than something like that."
"It wasn't for me," B'ky says with an absolutly straight face, "It was for Avideth." The man brings a hand up to rub the bridge of his nose, "Not many still remember it. I had it commissioned when B'miel and I-" the sudden frown that flickers over his face is only momentary, "It's still in my weyr somewhere, unfortunately. I think Avideth grew tired of the flower designs." He shrugs lightly, "I was much younger then." Because now, he doesn't go around doing things like comissioning a yellow and purple floral hat, big enough for a dragon to wear.
K'shan just stares at B'ky. Yes, he stares. Stares long, and hard, and…well. He can think of nothing to say, other than to drop his head just a bit, one hand covering his mouth….and laugh. At least he makes an effort to keep it quiet, his shoulders shaking a bit in an effort to keep from looking like he's…too amused. "Big enough…for a dragon.. Oh Faranth.."
B'ky can't help looking a little sheepish, and fairly embarrassed now that he's got the healer laughing at him. He does notice that, yes. Rubbing the back of his neck a moment, B'ky smiles slightly, "I was much younger then," he repeats. It's almost an excuse? But the man's mouth has a definite upward tilt as he regards the greenrider, "I suppose that is one of his stranger whims."
K'shan just continues that quiet laughter for a moment or two, muffled against his hand. Though he does look up again after a bit, eyeing the taller rider with a fairly skeptical eye. "I'm nineteen, B'ky. I don't think age is a good excuse here." Because..hey! He's not young and stupid. He's young and…emotionally stunted. Or something. "..Nawyth collected rocks.. And pretended they were eggs. She was jealous of Choth.." See? He can share odd dragon stories.
B'ky is looking more than a little sheepish now, but then the bluerider blinks, looking almost taken aback for some reason, "Nineteen..?" He furrows his brow slightly at the younger - much younger - man, but then is shaking his head slowly, "Rocks? That is, ah, unusual." He smiles slightly, "I'm somewhat glad that isn't the sort of thing Avideth would try."
K'shan tilts his head faintly to the side, brows lifting. "Did you think I was older?" Or younger? The healer does shrug then, however, offering a faint smile. "Age rarely matters much." Unless you aren't legal yet. In which case, age matters very much! A bit of hair is brushed away from his face then, shrugging. "She and Garanth are clutchmates, and have always been very…ah..close. So she was upset when he was spending all his time on the sands." It was her /ultimate/ plan! Alas. Rock eggs aren't as appealing as real ones.
You paged Kessa with 'B'ky is standing by the healer with some sort of salve in one hand, the other hand rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. The man's hair, which is usually tied back in a runner-tail, is currently loose and falls about his shoulders and over his forehead. His crimson and indigo riding leathers match the three rather strikingly bright locks of hair - blue, indigo, and red - which are wound together in a thin braid that starts from his temple and is tucked neatly behind one ear.'.
The worst part about being a Weyrwoman is that everyone knows your business before you even know it! It's possibly the reason why Kessa was escorted ever so nicely by one of the healers of the Weyr to the infirmary. News trickled fast from the nannys on down to the healers that a child, likely her own, had bitten her rather badly on the arm. Nothing too seriously, but enough to cause a flesh wound which by the chit chat of the healer, sounds important enough to see cleaned and bandaged. Kessa looks mildly embarrassed as she saunters in with the healer, grimacing as she walks by a few patients and hoping they too don't find out what had happened. A few healers that walk by B'ky and K'shan whisper already, "Her child bit her." The other: "It's because of that renegade. Passed it on to the kid." The rest is lost as they start moving in on the goldrider.
B'ky doesn't answer K'shan's question, looking away instead and shaking his head with a muttered, "It doesn't matter," and a faint frown lingers on his face as he glances back, brow raised, "Garanth?" And there's a pause, before he murmurs a quiet, "I see." But anything else he was going to say is immediately forgotten when he hears the word 'renegade' and his head snaps in the direction of the healers. "I would hope, /healer/, that you have a more sound medical opinion than that," he says quite pointedly, and quite coldly to whichever healer it was that spoke. Pale grey eyes fix on the person, and narrow, just slightly. There is nothing of the man's gentleness in those eyes now.
K'shan does frowns just a little, still watching B'ky for a moment before he shakes his head, pushing away from the counter. "At any rate—" Blink. A brow lifts when the Weyrwoman is brought in, before his eyes narrow just slightly at the other healers. As an apprentice, he really has no place to tell others in the infirmary what to do. Thus, the greenrider simply sets his jaw a little bit. There's a grimace then, before murmuring a soft, "Excuse me.." to B'ky. He does move over toward the goldrider and healer. "I can do it.."
Kessa isn't deaf even if she pretends to not have heard, but one could tell in her eyes that she had, the way they mist up but with her back straightening, there's an inward battle raging to keep her composure. The healers that spoke seem rebuked when B'ky's look narrows on them, getting them to scurry off and out of his line of sight. Healers but at the same time humans and it's in human nature to speculate, gossip, and talk about what interests them at that moment. Still, the Weyrwoman looks almost relieved when K'shan comes over instead of the two that nearly made her burst out in tears. Yet, she can't look him in the eye as he edges over to her, the healer that escorted her in nods and offers K'shan the tools to do it, saying that he has to follow up on another patient anyway. Thanking the man gently, she sighs as she finally brings her eyes up at K'shan, "Temper tantrum—" she explains as she lifts her arm, a forced smile there.
B'ky watches those healers scurry off, not an ounce of softness in his expression until they're well out of sight. He nods briefly to K'shan as the man heads over to Kessa, the wingleader inclining his head politely to the weyrwoman before asking, after a pause, in a much gentler tone, "Is everything alright?"
K'shan gives a small, quiet nod at Kessa. While he might not exactly be on good terms with the Weyrwoman, behavior like /that/…well. "There's no place for that sort of behavior in an infirmary.." It's a place to make people feel /better/. Not worse. Still, he gets to work on cleaning up the bitemark on the Weyrwoman's arm, lifting a brow at her. "It happens. I'm…I major in pediatrics." Hey, it's not like he flaunts his speciality around. Mainly because most of his studying is done in private. There's a quick look given toward B'ky though, offering a faint smile.
Kessa looks down at her arm which is bleeding but not life and death bleeding, more or less just a flesh wound that needs to be covered so it can heal. She shrugs a shoulder at B'ky's question, saying in a voice that almost breaks, "Yeah. I'm not a very good mom though, am I? To be bitten by my own son.." She curls one of her fingers on her free arm around her hair, sighing with a light smile trying to stay on her face. She nods quietly at K'shan, "I hope it happens a lot…"
"There's no place for that sort of behavior, infirmary or otherewise," B'ky comments quietly, pursing his lips a moment. "Children can be difficult," the bluerider says with a slight smile to the weyrwoman, though he's not really one who'd know.
K'shan continues to pat down the bitemark for a moment, and then goes about gathering the bandaging. "Children bite, Kessa. It's not about bad mothering." Or good mothering! He works a bit of gauze over the teethmarks then, and ties another bit to keep it in place. "I'll be fine."
"Right—" is all she says, closing her eyes for a moment before she regards both of them, "So what are you two up to?" There's a pause as she looks down at the work that K'shan does, nodding to him when he looks done, "Thank you K'shan…" There's a sincere smile for him before she pats her arm, "Handful indeed…"
At the question of what they're up to, B'ky's hand goes almost automatically to the crimson, indigo and blue braid that wraps from his temple to tucked neatly behind his ear. He hesitates with a faint, "Ah.." as he pockets that container of salve. There's a brief glance at K'shan before the wingleader murmurs with a slight smile, "I needed to see to something." It's vague, but true enough. "You'll be alright?" he asks the weyrwoman quietly, gaze flickering to her arm, though it might just be an excuse to avoid the subject, who knows.
"Simply talking. Friends can do that, can't they?" K'shan glances toward B'ky at that, lashes faintly lowering. No, he won't go telling the world about the poor man's massive blemish. But he does at least offer a small smile at the bluerider, before looking again at Kessa. "It should be perfectly fine. Unless, of course, it becomes horribly infected. Then the arm might have to come off."
A suspicious look finds Kessa's teal eyes, watching the blue rider's movements but since he stilled his hand from going all the way, she doesn't notice the hair, at least not from where she's standing. Still she gestures with her other hand, nodding, "I'll be fine. It's better actually if I go back and get some work done. I spent too much time already away from the desk…" She sighs frowning, "Just wish I had a few more hands to help…" She slides off the bed now that K'shan was done, spotting some of the colours in B'ky's hair just then. She leans closer to him, her fingers reaching out slowly, "Um.. how'd you do that?" A finger now pointed to the braid. A glance for K'shan, to which she chuckles, "I promise, if it has to come off, you can do it.." She smiles at him, trying to build some repor with him.
B'ky gives K'shan a look as he notices those lowered lashes, though just what that look means might be debatable. He does return the smile somewhat gratefully, and is then clearing his throat a little self-consciously. "What do you need help with?" he asks the weyrwoman softly, out of habit. Though the pointing out of the braid has the bluerider's cheeks flushing just faintly, the man murmuring, "Ah, there is a… hairdresser, Sabrina," and he smiles slightly, "Avideth took to the notion of me having my hair dyed." He shrugs lightly, "It could have been worse." Of course, if the weyrwoman is leaning closer for a look, another thing might become visible, namely the odd red lump on B'ky's forehead, half-hidden beneath the man's hair. Is that a pimple or a third eye?
K'shan just shakes his head a bit, although he does at least manage a smile at Kessa. "I'll keep the offer in mind." Yay! Amputation! Kessa's attention to B'ky's hair color gets a small shake of his head though, and he moves to put the bandages back where they belong. "You remember her, don't you? She colored some of the candidates' hair. Yes..could have been much worse." And involving giant hats.
Kessa shakes her head dismissively, "Oh, well, signing documents really. Approving requests, disapproving them.. Suggesting things, trading.. bartering…" She leans back on the cot, her hands on top of it as she stands, peering between the two riders. "Mostly stuff that the goldriders of the Weyr are supposed to take care of, but you know .. only Neyuni is really doing productive work." She tosses her own hair over her shoulders at the mention of Sabrina, "Oh really? You'll have to introduce me to her. My hair could use some work. It's so 'blah' right now." She does smirk at B'ky, "You know, it looks good." Her eyes waver away from him, less she focus on his forehead. Seen it? Maybe. Maybe not. Her eyes wander back to K'shan and she shrugs, "I really can't remember who she is…" With a Weyr full of faces she's expected to know, a girl who does hair is one of the least likely to be remembered. She shrugs casually, "Sure I'll see her again soon."
B'ky ahs quietly, saying to Kessa, "If there's anything I can help with, let me know." He has to offer. He wouldn't really be B'ky if he didn't. At the compliment, B'ky smiles with a soft, "Thankyou," and his eyes also drift toward K'shan. The bluerider's eyebrows rise a little as he asks with quiet surpise, "Dyed the candidates' hair?" but his brow creases a little, "That was allowed?" There might be a smidge of disapproval in his tone.
K'shan just shrugs. Alas, he's never really known Sabrina well, but the hair thing is talked about quite a bit! He remembers. B'ky gets a faint headshake, however. "If I recall correctly, it faded out well before the eggs hatched." Not that anyone really asked permission /to/ dye their hair in the first place. He smiles faintly though at the bluerider. "They're /young./ Aren't they entitled to a little fun?"
Kessa can't help but chuckle a little at B'ky's sense of disapproval, "I don't think hair colour is going to really change the choice that dragons make." She shrugs a little, putting her hand over the bandages idly. Sensing perhaps that she's getting in the way of the rider's conversation, she finally excuses herself, "If you'd excuse me.. I best be going.." She pauses as she slips by, putting a hand on K'shan, "Thank you." She lifts the arm and then heads off with a wave to both of them.
B'ky nods slowly to K'shan, murmuring, "That's good. It's not something I imagine would be allowed on the sands…" After all, candidates wear all white for a /reason/. But the weyrwoman's words have him frowning slightly, though B'ky is not going to argue with /her/, no. He just purses his lips and remains silent, inclining his head in farewell. "Fun.." he begins softly, the bluerider glancing back at K'shan, and then sighing quietly, "I suppose."
K'shan just nods faintly at the thanks from Kessa, although he doesn't say anything in reply. He relaxes a bit though when she does leave, fingers brushing a bit of hair behind an ear easily. "Things were done a bit..differently than they are usually, this past time around. I don't really know.. Anyway.."
B'ky nods again, then smiles just slightly, "I wish I had been able to return for the hatching. There was so much work to be done," and he shakes his head. Work. Despite having been on vacation for nearly a turn, the man never quite managed to actually /have/ a vacation. There's a softer sigh as he admits, "I suppose I take things too seriously sometimes," as he, too, turns for the door, with a, "I should return to the lake. Avi's probably going to try landing on the dance platform any moment now," and he rubs the bridge of his nose. But the bluerider pauses, glancing back at K'shan, and saying perhaps on impulse, "I imagine that floating dance floor won't be taken down for some time… if you have time at some point, I did offer a dance."
"Better sometimes, than all the time." Really, K'shan can be far too serious about things../most/ of the time. He does open up a cabinet though, reaching to place something back in one of the higher shelves. "Just hope that he doesn't sink it…" Really, how much weight was that thing /built/ for, anyway? The mention of dancing does have the greenrider going still, however, and a definite flush rising in his face. "I..well. Yes you did." And he agreed to it, even! "I could.. If you wanted."
B'ky smiles slightly, grey eyes watching that flush with some amusement, though the bluerider's only response is to tilt his head toward the exit with a say quietly, "I'm headed that way now," and a pause, "If you aren't busy."
K'shan does give his head a small shake at that, but closes the cabinet up. "Alright." The inventory? Well, maybe someone else will pick up where he had left off. Either way, the greenrider seems ready enough to make an escape from the infirmary, looking just a tad embarrassed.
Fort Weyr - Lake Shore
This lake shares many features common to mountain lakes — a brilliant blue jewel nestled amongst the rocks. The waters are crystal clear, and the north shore slopes gently before abruptly falling away into the depths. The water itself is usually chilly — invigorating is the term the residents use.
This lake does have one significant differentiating feature, however. The south shore of the lake is a tumbled mass of rubble, rock and earth of an ancient rockslide smoothed only by the elements in the intervening years. This rubble, as well as the rather sheer east and west faces, makes for the north shore to be the only one easily accessible.
An enormous raft-like structure of wood and plasticraft has been set up at the edge of the weyr lake. It floats just offshore, supporting a raised stage with a dome-shaped back. A wide, flat area, presumably for dancing, sits before the stage. Food tables, sporting banners in Fort's colors, have been set up along the edges, and a large number of curved benches ensure ample seating. Thick ropes secure the structure to stakes driven into the shore, while a number of floating wooden bridges provide easy access.
B'ky politely ignores any embarrassment, instead giving the greenrider a soft smile and then turning to head out to the weyr bowl, and to the lake. He pauses to regard the dance floor when he gets there, shaking his head slightly and saying, "I truly have no idea what we're going to do with it." Avideth, who has been lounging on the shore for some time, rumbles and peers at his rider. But B'ky just chuckles softly, shaking his head.
K'shan walks along, shaking his head slightly at the sight of the floating dancefloor. "It does seem a little out of place." Even /with/ a party going on. "I don't know..maybe.. Maybe they could put tables on it. And people could eat out there?" It'd be a nice view, at the very least.
"That's a possibility," B'ky says thoughtfully, his grey eyes regarding the dance floor for a moment before returning to K'shan, "Although it is a lovely place to dance." And he holds out an arm for the greenrider with a soft smile, "Even without music."
K'shan does at least try very hard not to look embarrassed. No, it doesn't work that well, even though he does accept that offered arm. "Well I can't argue with that.."
Chuckling softly, B'ky moves to the floating bridges, heading for the dance platform. If his cheeks are faintly pink, well, that could mean anything. Really. He holds out his other hand for K'shan to take, saying, "I used to visit all the gathers when I was younger, though lately, with the way things have been going…" and he trails off, shaking his head. The dance steps he chooses are slow, probably something common all over the Fort region. The bluerider is an old hat at dancing, after all. "Though I learned to dance during weyrlinghood. All of us had to," and there's faint nostalgia in his voice.
K'shan lets out a slow breath after a moment, and then simply turns a bit to take that other hand. He tilts his head, even if his gaze doesn't quite make it high enough to look directly at B'ky. It's at least easy to move with, and Kash does follow along well enough. "In weyrlinghood?" It's a dying lesson, apparently. "My mother made us learn, growing up.."
B'ky nods, his feet sure as he follows steps he's known by heart for many turns, which means his grey eyes don't flicker down too much, and instead regard K'shan thoughtfully. "I suppose the weyrlingmaster thought one of us might impress bronze or gold, and have to represent the weyr somewhere," and he chuckles lightly, adding with quiet amusement, "Though I don't think anyone ever thought that about me, specifically." He does tilt his head slightly to the side, "Hm, your mother? Holdbred, then?"
K'shan does get a bit of a fond look in talking about his mother. He looks up finally for a moment, although his gaze shifts again almost evasively as he nods. "Mm. Bitra." There's a faint laugh though, if a bit quickly. "I can understand that.. Weyrleaders need to be well educated in..all aspects, I suppose."
There's a quirked eyebrow as B'ky regards K'shan. "I haven't been to Bitra in a long time," the bluerider murmurs, though that seems to be all the comment he has to make about the place. Instead he smiles slightly, "Some of the lessons were a little outdated. Although I am glad for the dancing," and he begins moving in faster, more complex steps now, mindful of the greenrider's feet as he does. "I never thought Avi and I would ever put the flaming practice to use either, but," and he shakes his head gently.
K'shan does laugh somewhat at that, glancing down just briefly when the pace increases. But the steps at least, he knows, and quite thankfully he doesn't manage to crunch down on the bluerider's foot. He shakes his head though. "Neither have I, really. It's been…quite some time." Before he impressed? Likely. "Well. Maybe it's something they should reintroduce?" Dancing is useful! Like now.
B'ky chuckles, musing softly, "I might mention it to the weyrwomen," and then he shakes his head, "It's a shame, though. Xanadu, of all places, had their candidates learning to dance." And his tone is almost sad there, for a moment, before he's saying softly, "Some things should never be lost." There's an even softer smile as he continues, "I've been looking through the records in the library, hoping to find things we can use… old wing formations, that sort of thing. So much we've forgotten." He sighs quietly, feet moving to the silent rhythm of the dance, quiet a moment before he adds, "I can't help wondering if the harpers will revive some of the ancient dances." He might be joking. Then again he might not. Who knows, with B'ky.
If people start jiving around, or doing the hustle, K'shan will know who to blame for it. The greenrider shakes his head just a little though, continuing to move right along with the quiet dance. "It's sad that we forget things. But at least we're able to regain some of it when we find things like that. Right?" Thankfully, hidden libraries and storerooms pop up to help! "Xanadu did? Well, I suppose we'll have to step up our weyrling program.."
B'ky smiles softly, "True," his feet sure as they his steps wander though the dance, weaving in a gentle circle across the floating platform. The tap of boots on wood and the the water really the only sound besides their voices, B'ky nodding and saying quietly, "Fort has lost much," but perhaps no longer quite talking about just dancing as his gaze moves out across the lake, back toward the center bowl. "We'll regain it though," he adds even more quietly, "If it takes turns to do so." It's a good bet he's not talking about dancing anymore. But drawing his eyes back K'shan, the bluerider asks softly, "How many people can say they've danced on the water?" and the smiles lightly, suddenly moving into a twirl.
K'shan does smile faintly at that, looking up again finally. I suppose it's just something that has to be dealt with.. Loss, and rebuilding." Fort, dancing… Talking about both, or neither. Though whatever thought pattern he might've been starting to follow, gets abruptly derailed at the twirl, eyes wide for just a moment. Still, he does laugh. "Not too many, I'd imagine. The lucky few."
"Very few," B'ky assures, moving fluidly back into the dance steps, and looking fairly pleased. "I watched the crafters build this structure on the shore; when we moved it, I admit I was a little worried it would sink," but the dance platform is fairly steady, and sturdy. "Avideth keeps wanting to try dancing on it," and there's a quick glance toward the shore, where the blue is apparently snoozing again. "Although he may have to wait for the wing practice," B'ky murmurs fondly, "Dances in the sky." He's not really that poetic an individual - he might just be quoting something there. But his grey eyes return to regard K'shan, "I hope you and Nawyth will be there? When Fort flies in Ista."
K'shan just shakes his head, taking a quick look around the platform. "I still don't know how any of you managed to get this thing together." It's a platform. On the water. "I'd hate to break this to him, but I think Avideth would likely sink it." Depending on the weight capacity, anyway. There's a smile though, after a moment, glancing up at B'ky with an almost bashful expression, nodding. "Well.. Someone has to be there in case one of you falls on your head."
"Most of Roc wing doesn't understand how we did it either," B'ky chuckles, "Although I suspect more credit goes to the crafters who built it than us. All we did was have the dragons drag it into the water." Eyes soften with amusement as he smiles, "I'm more worried about scratching the dance floor. At least, if it sinks, we won't have to worry about damaging it when we haul it away." B'ky does happen to be regarding K'shan when the greenrider looks up, and grey eyes sparkle with mirth as they meet that gaze, B'ky's smile entirely for the other rider as he murmurs lightly, "Good…" and after just a slight pause, "In case we do, I had better bring the hat then?"
"Well I commend them. Really, I do." The crafters are definitely awesome. K'shan does smile though, trying very hard not to laugh outright at the mention of that…hat. "Not unless you plan on using it for a parachute, B'ky." They could all be /skydivers/, falling out of the sky with giant floral hats. It would be marvelous.
B'ky grins somewhat, "Well, it does make an excellent cushion," though he shakes his head gently, "I really don't know what I was thinking at the time." He sighs softly, "I think Sidoth spent half an afternoon trying to convince Avi to take it off." He smiles fondly, "I should have let him wear it around Ierne when we were there," and he sighs, "I don't think anyone would regard it well if we tried that here."
K'shan does finally come to a halt, tilting his head to look up at B'ky. "I think that you're free to do what you want, really. I'm quite sure there'd be many who thought it was…entertaining." And maybe a few disapproving individuals. There's a small frown though, brows furrowing together. "Nawyth would love it, I'm sure." But then, she likes eggsitting rocks and piggybacking on bronze dragons.
B'ky chuckles softly, nodding and coming to a stop as well, "I think I get away with as much as I do because most of those at Fort are already familiar with me," and he chuckles, glancing down at his crimson and indigo leathers with a faintly self-conscious shake of his head, "Or at least the weyrwoman is. And the senior gold's lifemate might as well be the weyr, in some cases," he sighs, though whether he really believes that is debatable, as he looks away across the weyr bowl. There's another soft sigh and he turns back to K'shan, saying quietly but with a soft smile, "Thankyou for the dance," as he steps away from the greenrider, "I had better get back to work," even as Avideth is stretching lazily on the shore and getting to his feet, "Healer Hall still needs supplies. Faranth only knows where we're going to get more numbweed at this time of year."
K'shan drops his hands down to his sides after a moment, only vaguely self-conscious about where they should go. Eventually, hands simply find their way into pockets, staying there for the time being. "Then they should have no problem with anything else they might see." There's a quiet sigh though, nodding again. "Thank you for the invitation." Though the greenrider himself doesn't seem too quick to leave the platform just yet. Maybe he'll stick around to enjoy the view. "We'll find it somewhere… Or not. People should be able to handle a little pain."
'The World of Pern(tm)' and 'The Dragonriders of Pern(r)' are copyright to Anne McCaffrey (c) l967, 2000. This is a recorded online session, by permission of the author but generated on PernWorld MUSH for the benefit of people unable to attend.
