Why, Hello there, my dear. (Open)

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Alright. So it wasn't the best position to be in, but shards, what choice did he have when his lifemate had been damn fool enough to do what she had done.

The lithe young man slid from the saddle at his dragon's neck, dropping to the ground and letting out a wearied sigh. He pressed his head against his bondmate's side for a moment, and the beautiful green dragon curled her neck around to affectionately nuzzle his wavy hair.

K'vai pulled back and rubbed her forehead reassuringly. She flinched slightly when his hand brushed the crossed scar on her face, but he just hushed her soothingly.
"Matching set, eh?" He said, kissing her injury delicately when she complained.

Always, my love. Lureth replied. She sat back and glanced around, examining the Weyr's main entrance with her own personal brand of scrutiny.
I suppose it shall do. But I think we are too lovely for this Weyr, Mine. It is very...dull. The green smugly flipped her tail around her legs and sat back.

K'vai just shook his head and tugged his coat around him. Sure, it had been cold back home, but here it was almost worse...later in the season perhaps? No matter. He adjusted the thick scarf around his neck to cover more of his face and looked around. Hadn't his wingleader at Fort (who was now so terminally ashamed of him he could barely stand to LOOK at K'vai again) said there'd be someone to greet them?

Well...it was late afternoon...coming on evening, actually, if the dim light slowly fading away was any clue. So maybe he was just interrupting dinner...?

A sound made him turn, a voice coming from a nearby hallway. A very grumpy, surly voice. A girl's voice...oh. Well that made it far less interesting.

And then she turned the corner. A thin woman, a scruffy halo of blonde hair ringing her face, sea-green eyes and a supremely irked look that was tantalizingly familiar... she glanced up and down at K'vai, and looked unimpressed. K'vai was about to write her stunning resemblance to a dead rider off as cooincidence when the woman's eyes widened, and she made a squeaking noise.

"Shards. It's YOU. I mean, the scar threw me, but...it's YOU." She said. Trinity was...well, floored. She'd come up because they'd told her to greet the new rider coming in, but... had they known? Perhaps...she'd heard the rider was from Fort Weyr, and it wasn't a secret that so was Trinity, but...oh dear. Kvai...her closest friend when she'd when Colith...when...

She stepped back, not sure how to react. The rider seemed to not know how to react...and then Lureth lowered her head and hissed.
You smell of dragon. But not anymore.

K'vai held his breath and let it out in an explosive sigh. "Trinity. You ARE still alive...I...we...thought you'd gone between forever after you impressed that wher...you disappeared." He shoved his hands in his pockets, not sure of what to do. He'd been devastated when he'd heard what happened to her dragon, and then, when she'd gone between with that crazy wher...everyone had thought she'd gone to follow her dragon...

But here she was...no wonder his Weyrleader hadn't told them where she'd gone...

Trinity smiled slightly, and brushed her hair from her face.
"We came here, of course, dimglow. The wher and I, I mean..." She frowned at that- so did K'vai. He knew very well her extreme dislike of whers in general...

Lureth growled softly at them both. Stop that. i am bored now...please, let us go.
K'vai just laughed. "Oh, calm down, you. Have a little patience? Don't you remember Trinity? She rode Colith...you flew with him once, remember?"

Lureth's eyes swirled faintly as she tried to remember, but her near-perfect memory of her flights and the mates she chose served her well in this case.
Yes....he was pretty. We were very lovely together. She said, with a hint of fondness. Where is he?

K'vai was about to answer, but Trinity cut in.
"He...he went between." She said, her voice cracking. Lureth twitched slightly, but only said Oh. That is sad. and dropped the subject.

K'vai cleared his throat, awkwardly, and glanced at the skinny, sickly woman who had once been the most vibrant woman he'd known at Fort. (Aside from himself, of course...)

Trinity glared at the floor and crossed her arms over her chest.
"They said they were sending another rider up soon..."

((AH> Help, someone. I'll drown in too much excess exposition...!))

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K'ryn tromped up the stairs, munching on the remnants of dinner (or breakfast as in his case) and questioning Synth on her own meal. She simply replied that she was eating, and she felt just fine,thank you.

He shrugged, finished off the last bite of the pear in his hand, and made his way up the distressingly long flight of stairs leading to the entrance to the Weyr. So there was someone new to the Weyr that night...all he'd been able to glean was that it was a greener from Fort...oooh. maybe it would be someone he knew...

Then again, last time THAT had happened, it had been that bratty wherhandler...maybe not. He shrugged off his doubts and headed up the stairs...only to overhear Trinity actually conversing with someone? Must have been the new person...

Aaaand then the voice of the new rider broadcast.
"Oh, son of a Bitran!" K'ryn swore. "Oh joy, it's my favorite person EVER."
He rounded the corner, looking stunningly pissed off as he glared at K'vai...that damned greenrider. He'd been in a weyrling class further along than K'ryn, but Synth and Lureth had clashed more than once.

Not to mention, K'vai just annoyed him.
"Please, don't tell me it's you..." K'ryn mumbled, running a hand over his face. K'vai looked much the same, though the vibrant threadscore slashed across his face was new... He was still pretty, smug-looking, and damn it all if he still didn't slightly make K'ryn's head turn.

Not that he had any interest. They'd been there, and done that, and it hadn't ended well.


((Have fun with that, pet.))

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K'vai heard a voice. A deep, manly, very sexy voice he KNEW he knew.
"Nooo..." he purred, eyes going wide with glee. A querulous glance at Trinity saw her looking mildly displeased, but he saw the amusement in her eyes. Trinity remembered thier history, he knew it by the smirk on her face.

He turned on his heel, twining his gloved fingers together in front of him and suppressing a squeal of glee. It was him alright, target of his [unwanted] affections for years on end, the handsome, braid-haired, harper of a greenrider.
"K'ryn, my beautiful lover! It's been so long! You've no idea how I've missed you, dear!" K'vai purred, quickly closing the gap between them. Placing his hands on either side of K'ryn's face, he kissed the other man soundly on the lips in greeting.

He drew back quickly, but he was smirking like a flit who'd gotten into the cream, he was biting his tongue rather teasingly. Oh, he knew K'ryn wasn't fond of him- their greens had clashed personalities greatly, but he still fancied the younger rider, and hell if they hadn't had some fun together before.

"Hello, darling."

Trinity clenched one fist in her skirt, the other by her mouth where she was biting her knuckle to keep from laughing. Oh, this was turning out to be much more fun than she'd ever thought.

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K'ryn jerked backwards, making a rather horrified face.
"Shards, K'vai! Don't bloody do that! we were over a VERY long time ago, you wherry-brained ...aarrrgh!" He couldn't finish his sentence, instead simply clenching his hands into fists and waving feebly at the air in aggravation.

"Why are you even HERE, you ....you." He said after a moment, though he was watching K'vai carefully. The pretty greenrider was, well, still pretty. "And what, pray tell, happened to your face? Stop smirking like that. You too, Trinity." He glared at the wherhandler venomously, his gaze slipping between the two.

K'ryn? Love? Are you alright? I worried...you woke me up. Are you in danger?
K'ryn bit his lip and forced his thoughts to stop racing. I'm fine, Synth. Just...got surprised by something. Lureth's rider, remember him?

There was a long pause before the ghostly-pale dragon answered. Lureth. And K'vai. Yes. He tone was terse, and she was obviously annoyed. Greetings, Lureth. I am Synth. We have met- very long ago. Do you remember me? She broadcast to the other green, her tone now flat and dull, with no hint of either kindness nor hostility- perfectly neutral.

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K'vai bit back a snicker of...well, giddiness. Trouble had a way of finding him (not that he didn't go looking for it, really) and he couldn't have asked for anything more amusing than this. Alright, admittedly by this point he was pretty much just being a pain in the tail, but it was fun, anyway.

(...for him. Anyone else was a different story.)

"Oh, goodness. Could it be possible I'm bothering you? Now, I wouldn't want that..." K'vai drawled sweetly. But when K'ryn mentioned his face...his expression fell. Sighing loudly in aggravation, he simply lifted one hand to the scar marring his lovely face and gestured.
"That. Ah, right. You would be one to bring up such a painful issue, wouldn't you, my dear?" He said, sounding genuinely hurt. (He wasn't, really.)

"It's a reminder to me that carelessness breeds only pain and suffering. I was not fast enough to avoid a strand of thread last Fall over Telgar, when a younger weyrling missed flaming the whole thing. Sadly, I had thought to outmaneuver the clump of thread, but I-we- were unable to do so. All I can really say is, I'd have thought the younger weyrlings would have gotten better training than that."

Now Lureth entered the conversation, leaning her neck down to stare at K'ryn suspiciously, displaying her own scar. Her eyes were tinged a faint orange with alarm and displeasure, but she made no move to do anything other than sidle up behind Hers and curl one foreleg around him.
Greetings, Synth. She replied to the other green, sounding anything but pleased. I remember you. Ours knew one another well. But no longer. Stay away from us.

At Lureth's tone, K'vai's eyes widened marginally. "Lureth, down. Synth is no threat to you." He said quickly, trying to cut off anything else his paranoid-jealous dragon could say or do. "You're the only one for me, love. You know that." He put his hands on either side of her elegant muzzle and gently forced her to look at him. "Right? You promised me you'd behave. I'll be good for you, but you have to promise to do the same, alright?"

After a moment, her eyes swirled back to a more normal yellow-green shade, and she looked away in boredom, having lost her interest.

K'vai turned back to K'ryn, smiling with an expression of grim satisfaction. "As for why I'm here, darling, that's all her." He said, gesturing to Lureth. "Her scars aren't threadscore, pet. She attacked Fort's gold not three sevendays ago, trying to kill the Queen during a hatching because she was afraid she'd lose me or something. Weyrleader's bronze took her out, and he almost did serious damage. She's crazy jealous, you know. More so than when you might have last met. So just leave her alone."

He almost regretted how terribly bitter he sounded for a moment there, and he fought to put the sweet, light tone back in his voice.
"Other than that, how are things going for you? Find a solid weyrmate, or are you still too much a greener to settle down like that, hmm?"

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K'ryn rolled his eyes, prepared to utterly ignore whatever it was the aggravating greenrider was going to say, but he had to admit he was curious about the scar. "Eh. I'm sorry about that, K'vai. Truly, I am. I never wished you any...permanent...harm." There was a half-joking tone in his voice, and he had meant it as jest, but he really was sorry. It was never good to see the reminders of thread; he sometimes almost forgot about his homeworld's deadly nemesis, here on earth, but...

Suddenly something set him on edge, and her took a step back as K'vai's green circled him protectively. When she looked at him, he held his breat, all sorts of horrible images flashing through his mind about the dragons who got sent here, and why. All his mond could do was flash to an apparently psychopathic bronze in residence...

"She...she attacked a Queen?" He said breathlessly. Of all the things...it couldn't be possibly No dragon would attack another, especially a Queen. "I...I didn't know." The Harper-rider was, for the first time in a very long period, at a loss for words. "I'm sorry. To both of you." Of course he caught the tension in K'vai's voice, the pain. He couldn't imagine how it must have felt...

Aaaaand then K'vai kept talking.
"Things are fine for me, thank you. And..." he paused, and a devilish smile crept across his face. "You know, I mya hvae found a weyrmate after all. She's lovely, too. Most wonderful woman i've ever met, and, for once, she actually has a brain." Was that a subtle dig at his old aqquaintance? Well...yes. Yes it was.