Here comes trouble (open)

[shadowreine]

Truthfully, S'tor was in...the best mood he had been since coming to this Faranth-forsaken place.

The brownrider strolled into the main hall with his young bronze on his shoulder. The flit was not quite fully grown or mature, but he was looking like a strong bronze. S'tor was glad to have acquired that particular egg. He was almost rather a bronze than a queen.

Queens were trouble. You had to worry about disposing of their eggs. And around here, the greens seemed to lay more than on Pern. Maybe Earth was good for dragonkind...

...doh. Of course. If queens really sensed how many dragons were around before clutching, then...with one and a half weyrs on the entire planet...it was small wonder even the greens were laying left right and center. They thought they had to repopulate Pern.

Somebody needed to feed those greens firestone. At the thought of flame, Ryath stirred in his mind, almost purring.

"Not for you, you brown lump. For those slutty greens." And yes. He forgot himself and said that out loud. Uh oh.

[redwerecat]

"I'm sorry, I BEG your pardon?" An acidic voice chimed in from behind, sounding entirely too glad to have heard that. A slender figure practically stalked past the brownrider, pausing with his back turned to the other man before slowly turning and steepling his fingers in front of him. K'vai was going to enjoy this.

He very carefully brushed a strand of hair from his face, taking his time considering his next words, and a tiny smile came to his lips.
"I should dare say you'd be wise to not repeat something like that. After all, you never know WHO might take insult to that. Say, a particularly vengeful rider with a particularly mad green? Just, say, an example." He trailed one finger now across his lips slowly, pausing to give a conspirational 'shhh' sign and wink at the brown rider.

"And at that, you never know which 'slutty green' your dragon might fly someday. After all, cutie, you are a brown rider, hmm? And you know how that goes." He took his hand and rather lightly brushed the brownrider's shoulder almost flirtatiously, but there was just a little too much venom in his words for it to have been entirely friendly.

[shadowreine]

S'tor snorted. "I was only referring to how often they rise." He turned to face the male greenrider. Well. He wasn't a woman, at least...but then, S'tor did have mixed feelings about women on green.

His gaze drifted over the man. Well. At least he had some pride. "And at least you have the pride to stick up for your color."

He liked that. Sure, greens were not supposed to have rank, but a Weyr could never have too many of them. Except *this* Weyr, where the greens insisted on clutching. And producing even more lesser colors. They wouldn't be able to feed all the dragons if this kept up.

Not a chance in Between.

[redwerecat]

K'vai seemed to consider this statement for a moment, then sneered slightly. Nope, he didn't think he was really going to accept that sort of half-assed answer, not a snowball's chance in Igen.

"Of COURSE I have pride, boy." He said derisively. "I prefer my green over every other dragon on Pern. They make up the main fighting force of any wing, and we don't have to worry about being coddled, as one nice batch of firestone makes us the same as every other fighting dragon." He paused here, and looked around for a moment. He'd been rambling...

A flash of maroon caught his attention, and he turned just in time to see a small young man...oh...woman... enter. Ari seemed to freeze, staring at them both, before lifting one hand very awkwardly in greeting, and try to sneak back out the way she had come, but it was too late. K'vai had thrown an arm around her, and dragged her back toward S'tor.
"Here, another brownie. Tell me, pretty girl, what is YOUR opinion on the greens?"

Ari moaned quietly, and tried her very best to melt into the floor. She didn't care, really. She looked at S'tor for a minute, then sighed, carefully considering her answer.
"I think that if we continue to have greens laying eggs left and right, this world will have a problem. Dragons are not native to this world, and we should be careful. But otherwise? I am perfectly fine with them. Love them, even, or at least my brown does."

[shadowreine]

"That's what I meant. I was *actually* thinking about feeding a few dragons firestone." But...the greenrider had dragged over the worst abomination possible.

Female.

Brownrider.

S'tor scowled at her beneath his brows, but didn't actually say anything yet. "That we need to feed some of these greens firestone before we get overrun with dragons. Besides, don't want half a clutch going Between 'cause we run out of Candidates."

And then worse might happen, like a woman Impressing a *bronze*. If that happened, S'tor swore...but what could he do? He couldn't harm a dragon, even if it was an abomination. Could never bring himself to. Ryath had his usual simplistic solution, offered, fortunately, to S'tor's mind alone.