The New Girl [Tag: R'get]

[Hiko]

The last of her things slung onto the sad excuse for a bed, K'tel slumped onto the mattress. The room was smaller than the weyr she'd had at Benden, and when she realized there was a secondary cavern obviously meant for a secondary roommate, the greenrider almost left for home.
It isn't that bad, Telly, Tibiath's voice chimed in, cheerful as always. It's not like there aren't plenty of tasties. I like fish. We never got enough fish at Benden.
“I don't care about fish, Tibs,” K'tel replied, laying back on the bed, “I guess I'd just hoped for a better arrangement. I liked my watchweyr. It was quiet.”
Too quiet. I didn't like it.

Well, that was true. While K'tel had taken on the life of a hermit, working the night watch back home, the weyr they'd been assigned for the work had been as still as a grave; sleeping during the day and working when most of the Weyr had gone to bed had had its perks for the woman, but Tibiath had suffered for not having anyone to talk to. The green was a gossiping little thing, and when her greatest pleasure had been taken from her, she'd seemed to wilt.

K'tel supposed that that was more of a reason to move than anything else. And, with as much help as Mavros needed, why not move? At least with as bright as the sun was, at least Tibiath would have the option of a proper sunbath while K'tel slept – giving the green more than ample opportunities to meet and greet with new faces.

You should put your things away. You have underthings poking out of your bags. What if your new roommate sees? You don't want to make a bad first impression with her.
“Maybe I'll luck out and she'll wear the same size.”

[madb]

We have company again. We should greet them, should we not? Mine... your mood is quite off-putting. Are you upset at this?

Ughh. I'm just not looking forward to living with someone who's not Kes, R'get sighed, and ran a hand through his hair, then shook his head. "I'm not upset, I mean, I'm glad for her... that took forever... but uggh," he made a strange strangled noise and shook his hands in front of him.

Pallath responded with her dry humor, No. You certainly don't seem upset at all.

Don't get me wrong, Palla. I love meeting new people! I love making friends! Shards, it isn't about any of that, I just got... comfortable, hanging out with Kes.It wont be the same.

Nothing stays the same.

Dragons were funny creatures. R'get could swear that Pallath would forget all of what happened the day before, but she could come up with that sort of wisdom? And she'd barely been around on Pern as long as he had. In human turns... but, ah, that was the problem. They were not human.

You should keep an open mind. I shall greet Tibiath, and you will meet Tibiath's rider. Perhaps things will brighten up.

"Hmm." R'get frowned, and then Pallath landed on the edge.

She turned towards Tibiath, greeting her as R'get slid off her back and landed on the floor. R'get reached out his hand to offer it up for the woman to shake.

"Hey," he said, grin warm and friendly. "Nice to meet you. I'm R'get of Pallath. I suppose we're gonna be sharing space from here on out, so I'd like you to know I only have two rules. 1. Kick me out when I get mopy or else I'll be a real pain in the butt, and, 2. Never listen to what this little Lady says. If she bites or nibbles at you, come get me." He winked.

Lady peeked out from where she'd hidden in the scruff of his collar, and peered curiously at the New Servant.

R'get looked down and blinked.

"Also, are those your underthings?"

[Hiko]

They have arrived! Pick yourself up! Oh, I hope this works out – I look likable enough, yes? Pleasesayyes.
You're lovely.
Yay. Oh, hello! And the dragon had drifted from K'tel's mind toward conversation with the other green. The woman sat up, watching the dragonriding pair part.

Wait.
That wasn't a woman.
Women didn't saunter, at least not like that.
It was the shoulders that said it all.

Augh! That was all she needed! Hastily, K'tel wondered if she couldn't change weyrs. Maybe find someone else to room with?
You are not hiding away again, Telly! her green lifemate barked, I like it here! There's a good spot for sunning and I like Pallath and you are not taking this from me, do you hear?
But-
Do you understand me.
Yeeeees.
Good! The dragon's tone had flipped, once more sounding the cheerful beast that she generally was.

Gingerly, K'tel took the man's hand, when he ventured close enough to offer it.
“Sorry,” she began, biting back the distaste growing in the back of her throat, “I guess I assumed I'd be boarding with someone more, ah, ladylike. Spent too long in the watchweyrs, I guess.” Not that that was a great excuse; she'd lived alone at Benden. Not that he had to know that, though!
“K'tel, of Tibiath.”

Rules? Wait. He had rules? Two could play at that game, sir! Ignoring the little fuzzball wrapped at his collar, she took her hand back.
“I've a few ground rules of my own, if you'll not mind. I like to drink after a flight. Usually want some company.” She paused, glancing out to the rest of the weyr. “If you don't mind giving privacy when it's due, and don't expect me to ever share a bed with you, then we should be fine.”

Oh.
“Oh, those old things?” K'tel offered her first sincere grin since arriving in the Weyr. “Nah. Took 'em off the Weyrwoman before I left Benden.”