Strange and Stranger [Closed - Tag Muze]

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G'der - Blue Chizaith; Ny'x - Blue Nimocith

He pushed his stark auburn hair back, shaking off the chill of between. He needed some hot klah. He also hoped his hair wasn’t too wild. He wanted to look good for Mavros.

We are Chizaith and G’der, from Benden, looking to be welcomed.

His bonded trumpeted out a greeting to the dragon on watch, who trumpeted back a welcome and instructions on where to land. This was the tall red-head’s first time in Mavros. It was a small weyr, but a weyr all the same. He had reason to be proud, after all, his daughter was a dragonrider here. He looked forward to seeing her, showing her off. It was strange to think about his children. He knew almost none of them personally. Barely could remember what some of them looked like. He remembered most of their names at least. This was his first child to bond to a dragon. Just showed how strong his seed was.

They landed per the instructions, and G’der patted his dragon, dismounting with ease. He spotted a tall brunette speaking to another man. She was pretty, her hair short, her body curved oh so nicely. He licked his lips. He approached, feeling extra cocky. The man left before he reached them, which was just fine for him. “Hello miss, I don’t suppose you could help me out?”

The brunette turned to him, and he raised one eyebrow, looking her up and down appreciatively. Both her eyebrows shot up at the attention, and then she narrowed her eyes.

“With what exactly?” She asked sharply, and he gave a sly smile, thinking of all the crude things he could say to that. But that wasn’t why he was here.

“Well, my lady, I am looking for my daughter, she’s a dragonrider here, her name is Siorreya.”

The brunette laughed, tilting her head to one side. It showed off her long elegant neck oh so nicely. “Why does it not surprise me that you are her father?” She shook her head, and G’der wondered what that could mean. “Sio won’t be here. It’s her free day. If you want to get a hold of her, you can call her through Amagetith.”

Amagetith? It was a nice strong name. He approved. Just another testament to his strong blood.

“Thank you my lady-” He emphasized the pause, and she gave her name.

“Ny’x of blue Nimocith.” She gave it, and he bowed. The number of female blueriders were growing, and it was slightly disconcerting. He liked his women on greens. It just fit women better.

“Well lady Ny’x, I must beg one more thing. I don’t suppose you could give me directions to where I can get some hot Klah.”

He listened avidly, enjoying watching her pink lips. He gave her some more praise and thanks, and before she left the brunette asked him to pass on a hello to his daughter. He would just have to do that.

Chiz, won’t you call on Amagetith and request my daughter meet me in the dining cavern?

Of course mine. Enjoy. I am going to find a hot sunny rock. His dragon departed, but not before he heard the blue convey his message. He started off, following the pretty brunette’s directions. Maybe he would have to see after this Ny’x before he left, just for one more thanks, and offer is help in any way.

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Siorreya - Green Amagetith

Siorreya stormed away. She didn’t know why her feet were carrying her closer to the weyr and farther from the beach. She also didn’t know why she was so angry at her bonded. She hoped her dragon would forget this soon, the last thing she wanted was to hurt the green. The eyes came to her mind, the eyes that haunted her memories. The red mussed hair. She knew who G’der was, and she didn’t want to see him. Why was he here?

She had left her dragon far behind her on the sands, and wanted to call to her, to apologize and have her come to comfort her; but her pride kept her from doing so. Her dragon had just been herself, curious. Asking the blue, who had relayed the message that she was wanted at the dining cavern, who he and his rider were was a normal thing. She would apologize later. Now she had to focus. The blonde needed to breathe, clear her mind, and stop caring. She couldn’t let him know how angry, nervous, hurt, she was. The small woman had way too many feelings flowing through her. G’der. When was the last time she had seen him? So many turns.

Her wet hair was slicked back, dripping onto her back, chilling her more. She should have just stayed at the beach.

She was walking through the weyr, numb, blind to all around her. Dread was building the closer she got to the dining caverns. G’der. Her father.

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Weyrling Maz’ru :: Blue Quilath

Hmmm. Maz’ru rolled his eyes, heading toward his weyr. You do know I can tell when you do that. It’s rather childish. His dragon's voice was sometimes irritating of how calm he always sounded. ‘Yeah, well, I feel a lot younger when you’re always telling me what to do.’ You make me sound bossy. And, I wasn’t doing that just now. ‘No, you were being vague.’

The blue seemed to be looking at him thoughtfully – but slightly distant as well, as if he were distracted with something. Amagetith is acting… strange. He scoffed. ‘What’s new?’ No, no, no… rather, she's not acting herself. Maz’ru frowned at this and slowed his walk, finally listening to his blue. ‘Is Sio alright?’ I do not know. She stormed off the beach a moment ago. He bit the inside of his mouth thoughtfully as his blue showed him what he had seen on his perch. Maz stopped and started to backtrack toward the main halls. What are you doing? ‘Going to see if I can find Sio.’ Quilath thought about this for a moment. Should I go to Amagetith? His rider sighed. ‘If you want to Quil, it’s up to you.’ He wasn’t going to tell his dragon what to do.

As he went he spotted a very distracted and determined Siorreya. “Sio!” He called, jogging over to her. “You okay?” He asked, noticing her grim expression with more detail the closer he got. He walked beside her as she went, focused on her face – worried for his normally chipper friend.

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Siorreya - Green Amagetith

She blinked away the numbness, turning to look at her concerned friend, her feet continuing their forward march, forcing Maz’ru to either follow or fall behind. “I’m fine.” The small woman said through a tight jaw. “I’m just..” Sio searched for the words, and came up with no way to explain where her shell-it-all feet were taking her. At least not really honestly. “Just cold, because my sun-crazed wher of a dragon insists on playing in the sharding wintry ocean, and I need some klah.” They reached the entrance to the dining cavern, and suddenly her feet stopped mid-step. Her brows furrowed and she looked down at her feet, feeling betrayed. She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes.

Shove between you cowards. She directed toward her feet.

“By great Faranth.” She swore, then looking at her freckled friend, asked, “I don’t suppose you can give me a push?” Siorreya turned back to the door, trying to peek in and see if she could see him. She growled.

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Weyrling Maz’ru :: Blue Quilath

She wasn’t fine. Neither is Amagetith, I think. ‘Then go to her, I’m busy Quil.’ It’s Quilath, but you know that. The dragon just tsked him with a slight sigh and felt him move from his ledge to go down to the sands on the beach. Maz’ru tried to block out his dragon to focus on Sio who continued to walk straight on – mumbling incoherently. Then said some things about her dragon which seemed completely normal for Amagetith… he knew her dragon could be a bit… much. He’d seen her, his friend full of energy, completely exhausted after trying to keep up with her dragon. Still, this… this was strange.

He followed wordlessly until they reached the cavern entrance and almost passed her after she stopped suddenly at the threshold. An eyebrow tilted at her request and normally would have given her the playful push, but something told him it wasn’t what she needed at the moment. He glanced where she was glancing, as if she were looking for someone. Instead, Maz’ru looped his lower arm into hers and gently pulled her. “I’d rather bank that requested push for later, for when you actually deserve it.” He teased.

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Siorreya - Green Amagetith

His teasing seemed to bring her back to life, and a semi-cheery smile graced her lips, and she allowed herself a moment to lean on him as he tugged her into the dining cavern. Her friend. Once fully entered into the dining room she took her weight off, balancing once again solely on her own two feet. She couldn’t appear weak. She didn’t even understand why she was so shaken. She had to rattle these feelings away.

“To be honest, Maz.. I’m here to meet with-”

Her eyes met across the hall, and those blue eyes, so much like her own caught hers. Her voice caught.

G’der - Blue Chizaith; Siorreya - Green Amageith

He was sipping his klah, and had another cup in front of him, ready for his 17 turn daughter. He had to admit he was a little nervous, and couldn't believe how time had flown by-his eyes caught sight of her, and he swore, standing and moving to meet her.

“Great Faranth, little one, you look so much like your mother! Come on, give your father a big ol’ hug.” He came up to the small woman, and without waiting for permission swept her away from the freckled green eyed kid with her. Something resounded slightly in him at the sight of the other kid, but he couldn’t put his finger on it… He did recognize a woman who didn’t want to be in his arms when he held her. Siorreya was stiff. He put her down, grabbed her arm, and motioned the other kid to follow.

“Well, who’s your friend? Shells, you look older than your years, dear. Can you believe it? I can hardly believe the fact that you are a dragonrider. My daughter.” He was so proud. So very proud. He sat down in his seat, and gestured the lithe blonde to sit down. She had blossomed into a beautiful woman, much as her mother had been. He puffed out his chest.

The shorty looked at him with narrowed eyes, standing before her seat.

“This is my friend Maz’ru. And you are not my father. We may be related by blood, but that is the only connection we have. G’der.” Her voice was flat. “And my being a dragonrider has nothing to do with you, and everything to do with me.”

G’der narrowed his eyes too, irritated. Stubborn and rude is not what he had expected. But Maz’ru… Again, the name seemed so-familiar. Almost familiar. He ignored his childish daughter, and gave his attention to the other youth with her.

“Maz’ru huh? Nice name, strong dragonrider name. What color dragon do you have, lad? Where do you hail from?”

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Weyrling Maz’ru :: Blue Quilath

Maz’ru smiled, feeling good that his friend had snapped out of her funk. He glad took her slight weight as she leaned into him –and he glanced down at her as she began to confess why she was really there, but she didn’t quite finish when a booming voice interrupted their world.

He looked up at the intruder and flinched at the flash of fiery hair and as Sio was swept away. His lips pursed, wanting to grab Sio and pull her back, noticing her stiffness as her father had noticed as well. Her father? His irritation subsided for a moment, and looked at him with a slight furrowing of his eyebrows.

Sio’s tone told him all he needed to know about their relationship and why she had been in such a mood moments before. The man looked at him, those blue eyes – red hair… ‘I mean, there are probably lots of red headed blue eyed blue riders, right?’ Quilath mentally shrugged politely, trying to make out the flurry of emotions that were rising in his rider. Is Amagetith’s rider’s condition catching? Maz’ru couldn’t focus enough to answer, staring at the man with a bubbling feeling in his chest.

Red and blue. Red hair, blue eyes – blue… blue dragon? where had that thought come from? oh, he was asking him a question!

“Uhm, I uh… Quilath… uh, Blue Quilath…sir.”

Maz’ru cleared his throat, rubbing his head a little as if to get rid of a thought that kept edging closer and closer. He glanced at the man’s knots. He was indeed a blue rider. “Like you, it seems.” He drummed his fingers on the table in front of them and paused, pointing a finger and wagging it momentarily. His mother had never mentioned his father’s name and Maz’ru had never asked. She had always said, “Your father this, or that.” Even that was rare. There were just the flashes of colors and the few small memories from when he was so, so young. He pulled his hands into his lap and pursed his lips again. "Well met...G'der." 

Blue and red.

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G’der - Blue Chizaith; Siorreya - Green Amagetith

So, the lad was slow. Too bad. “Hah, well met indeed! A bluerider, now that’s just fine.” He laughed loudly, half standing up and patting the lad’s shoulder, then reseating himself. “I’m sure your Quilath is a mighty fine beast. All blue dragons are. Smarter than their riders most times.. They are magnificent beasts, are they not?”

He watched out of the corner of his eye as his daughter gave way and sat down, still stiff, and obviously unhappy. She snatched the klah he had grabbed for her and took a few large gulps. Stubborn stubborn girl. Just like him he supposed. He then watched as his small daughter then passed the Klah to the boy next to her. It made him look at the boy again. The boy reminded him a little of himself. At least in looks if not brains. I guess his daughter and her mother had similar tastes.

“Ah, but Benden blue dragons are naturally more superior, no offense kid.” He chuckled again. Siorreya looked at him sharply. “Well excuse us, mister high and mighty, but Quilath is actually one shelling fine dragon. He has manners.”

The bluerider raised his hands as if in apology, her reaction confirming his suspicions, though the boy seemed kind of young. “Like I said, no offense intended toward your lover. You did well enough for yourself, Sio, finding a bluerider as a companion. You have similar tastes as your mother did.”

Siorreya’s face turned red, then purple. Her hands clenched, and then slowly laid flat on the table before them. She was about to explode.

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Weyrling Maz’ru :: Blue Quilath

Maz’ru felt a burst of pride as the man boasted about blues. The slap on the back reverberated through him – but made him feel empty rather than full at the show of camaraderie. With a glance at Sio, he could tell she was still unhappy, and even though he'd been distracted, he remembered her sharp words that denied the man as her father, though it seemed obvious the man ignored it.

Benden blues? He felt a mix of irritation and confusion. The man had started out by building him up as a blue rider, then came down with a slight slap in the face. It was like, yeah, you're almost as good. And calling him a ‘kid’ was another sting. He was still in shock to answer faster than Siorreya who jumped to defend him. He glanced at her gratefully, flashing her an uncomfortable smile before the real shock rocketed down to his stomach at the word ‘lover’.

“I – uh, no! I mean, Sio and I – “ He thought about their very awkward kiss that had settled their very platonic friendship. He shook his head, and took a breath and glanced at Sio about to explode. He stood up very suddenly. All thought of why this man looked familiar and that he was a blue rider flinging out of his mind. “And because I care about your daughter, or she about me, must mean I’m sleeping with her?” He said, his blue eyes narrowed dangerously. “Funny, Sio hasn’t mentioned you, and now I see why.” He took a breath, still standing firm and unmoving, “Siorreya is the most capable person I know and you’re a fool if you think you can claim anything that she has accomplished. Why are you here, if not to distress my friend. Because if it is just to upset Sio and insult my Mavrosi blue, I think you’d better leave.”

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Siorreya - Green Amagetith; G'der - Blue Chizaith

This had all been a mistake. Every swear word she had ever learned was swarming in her brain, but she needed the perfect one. One large mistake. Her fume was rising and she was about to show him just who she really was. Maz’ru was fumbling with her father’s bombardment, which gave Siorreya enough time to decide on the best insult that would do the most damage. Before she could say anything Maz’ru stood, semi-diffusing her anger, replacing the extra space with surprise.

She felt torn. Part of her wanted to rip her friend apart. She didn’t need him standing up for herself. She had enough with male chauvinism. The other part felt guilty, because it was her fault for subjecting her friend to this man. She should have just told him to leave her alone when she had had the chance. Instead, she had dragged him along. Unfair, unfair, unfair.

Her father stood as well, hunched over the table, placing his upper body weight on his hands, his eyes narrowed and reflecting the same fire of his hair. “Well how do you like that, you’ve got some bite to your bark. I don’t recall insulting, just stating simple facts over here.You are the one taking it personally. As you said, I came here for my daughter, not her over-defensive bedmate, you are free to leave.” He leaned back and gestured to the door with his chin, his voice low and intense.

Siorreya watched the tension between the two, her eyes moving back and forth between the two, seeing them both from a different angle. There was a similarity between the two indeed. The wild hair, the slight of build, the freckles, even their posturing. She had found a mini-kinder version of her father.... Suddenly her temper snapped, and wild giggles burst forth from her; she couldn’t control herself, holding her stomach because it kind of hurt, trying to suck in air so she wouldn’t die.

“You two should look at yourselves. Mazarakru your freckles pop like his when you are angry! Err, Ma-az”

She slipped out his full name out of habit, and gasped her correaction between giggles-she was working on it. Her eyes were tearing up and she wiped at them. Her father turned his head slowly toward her.

“Mazarakru, sun of Molia?” His voice had softened, only somewhat, a fiery eyebrow raised, and his blue eyes turned back to her friend. Intent.

Sio's stomach dropped. 

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Weyrling Maz’ru :: Blue Quilath

Maz’ru stood his ground as the man rose as well, leaning toward him on the table as if to appear intimidating. Maz’ru was not impressed by the man’s assessment and only stared back stubbornly – silently resolved to not move, even when asked to. His jaw tightened and he felt his dragon shocked presence poke into his mind. Perhaps I should come to you instead? His chest fell with a breath through his nose, his tight lips not giving any give to the battle to calm down. His dragon had never seen him in this state, there had really been no need until this point. 'I don't suppose you'd fit in here.' He responded with an attempt of dry humor. He supposed that he should see if Siorreya wanted him to leave, he would respect her wishes – but definitely not of this man.

As he turned to glance toward her to check on her desires, he found her falling into a fit of giggles. He blinked at her, his irritation defused with confusion. His lips twitched, as if to give way to a smile, but his body was still too tense to break from the earlier moments of drama. At least, until she started to giggle-talk – and the way she called him Mazarakru reminded him of their days as candidates together. His body slowly began to release the tension and one side of his mouth pulled at the attempt of a smile. He almost forgot that her father was there – until his words pulled him out of his reverie.

“Mazarakru, sun of Molia?” His head jerked in his direction at the sound of his mother’s name. He blinked once, staring at him with a narrowed gaze, tension building back up in his jaw. Maz’ru didn’t like the sound of the man using his pre-rider name, not when his mind was drawing up the colors of his childhood. Red and blue. This time though, he denied them with a determined mental effort.

He didn’t nod, or even acknowledge the somewhat softer tone. “Maz’ru, rider of Blue Quilath, sun of Molia.” His voice was even, jaw tightening. He would not make assumptive connections, he wasn’t going to say or even ask how he knew his mother’s name. There were too many arrows pointing in a direction that he didn’t want to follow.

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G'der - Blue Chizaith

G’der’s mind was a whirl. This was his son. The hair, her eyes, even the freckles-Why hadn’t she told him? So she thought that now she was all married and high and mighty for it, she could withhold essential information? She had another thing coming. He was still Mazarakru’s father! Not that hoity toity husband of hers! His anger was building again, and this time not toward the youth in front of him.

He had a thing or two to say to Molia. He stood up, looked the boy over. “Excuse me.” He got the words out stiffly, then turned on his heel. With long steps he started working towards the exit, muttering expletives as he went.

Mine, you should relax.
I’m going to be needing a ride Chiz.
Why are you angry?
Molia. She didn’t tell me that Mazarakru had been searched. Or even that he had impressed!
Well, when was the last time you checked in?
That shouldn’t affect her withholding big news like this.
She probably hasn’t been able to catch us recently. We have been on many errands.
I need that ride now. His jaw was clenched, as were his fists. His face was burning with his anger. Not even his solid, calming blue's presence couth soothe this, not this time.

Siorreya - Green Amagetith

Her mirth opened her walls back to Amagetith, and she hear her dragon’s worried tone immediately. Are you okay? What is going on?

Siorreya wasn’t laughing anymore. Umm. I have no idea. I think-I think…. But she couldn’t voice it, even in her mind to her dragon. It was too impossible. Or at least nearly improbable? In fact, as soon as G’der had mentioned Maz’ru’s mother, the idea seemed even farther from possible.. Her eyes moved back and forth between the two men in front of her, her eyes denying her mind’s denial. Could it be? Then G’der excused himself, and Siorreya blinked.

“Wait, what?” Siorreya stood, as if to follow, but her feet were solidly planted. Instead she turned to her younger friend, eyebrows raised.

“What by Faranth just happened Maz? Do you know G’der? How does he know your mother?”

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Weyrling Maz’ru :: Blue Quilath

Maz’ru stood tall and proud, daring the man to say what Maz’ru would not… and then… Maz watched the man in shock as he walked away. His felt his body tremble from the stress of emotion and tension in his body. He looked at the dining door where he had left and glanced around at eyes that had been watching the small moment of drama unfurl.

Dew droplets of doubt started to form on the direction of his thoughts. Yet, there was a knot in his belly that told him that that man was… no, he couldn’t bring himself to even think it. Not him. Though, it would make sense…

His murky green eyes turned to Siorreya, he saw her in a new light now. “I don’t know him.” That was truth, he didn’t know his father or G'der. He looked at her, his heart softened and felt guilty all at once. Guilty for kissing his sister – but realizing that maybe all along he had known she was his sister. The feelings he had gnawed at him had to have been his instinct telling him she was in fact special to him, right? He swallowed. He also felt guilty because he was about to lie. If you know it is wrong, then you shouldn't do it. He ignored his blue, he didn't understand the delicate situation. There was no use wondering if the man was related to him, it would only stress Sio out more, and not to mention himself.

“I don’t know how he knows her… Maybe he’s a friend of my father’s.” His troubled gaze turned back toward the door where G’der had left. No, that man would never be… could never be. Even if it meant he and Sio were half siblings. Even if it might fill a hole – he could tell that that man would never fill any holes. He shrugged and glanced back at Sio. “I’m sorry if I overstepped, I didn’t like how he was talking about you or...any of it really.”

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Siorreya - Green Amagetith

There was something off about his denial of knowing the benden rider-her sharding father-that made her swallow. Her suspicion could be wrong. But the two of them really looked very much alike. She eyes continued to study him, but her mind was on her father. His abrupt and strange departure, the anger, the haughtiness. Why had he come? Why had he come?!

To see you… Maybe he wanted to get to know you. Her voice was hesitant. Siorreya felt guilty, and sent rushing waves of love. It was her silent apology.
He doesn’t want to get to know me. He wants to claim me.
Well he can’t, because you are mine. The sudden overwhelming protectiveness flooded through her, and Siorreya sent calming thoughts to the passionate green.
I’m yours. Yours alone, always and forever.
Always and forever.
Maz’ru’s hesitant musing brought her back to the dining cavern, but his words rang false in her mind. They weren’t quite right. G’der’s reaction didn’t fit. Still, she had no proof. Only the suspicion. Why weigh her friend down with that? There was no need.

Maz’ru’s apology gave her the opportunity to shake the sense of dread that was building in her. She smiled at the young bluerider, and threw a punch at his arm. “Yeah you overstepped. I don’t need a man defending me, mister.” She stuck her tongue out at him, and then made to lean into him sideways. “I know you meant well. You are a true friend. And I can’t believe I ever came from that rotten egg.” She huffed, picking up her klah and draining it. She looked around her and then picked up G’der’s Klah cup and drained it too. Well, he wouldn’t be needing it, would he? The wherry-faced coward.
“Shells, I needed that. Oh, you didn’t want any did you?”

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Weyrling Maz’ru :: Blue Quilath

A guilty smile spread his freckled face and he shrugged helplessly in denial. He couldn’t have helped it if he had wanted to. He had felt so close to punching the man, especially if he had said anything more to irk him. It brought up thoughts about his real father… he’d never really figured out how he felt. Anger. Longing. Curiosity. Irritation. There seemed to be a spoke for each of these feelings that poked from his father wheel. It spun and spun, all taking turns pushing his thoughts and feelings in circles. It didn’t seem fair, and especially if that man… His jaw tightened, still unable to create the connection, as if it would make it real…

“…And I can’t believe I ever came from that rotten egg.” His stomach churned at this and he watched her with mild curiosity and amusement as she downed the two cups of klah. He rolled his eyes briefly, a small smile on his lips. “I wouldn’t deny you your fuel, Sio.” He teased. Klah did sound good, or something – he’d never been one for drinking, but suddenly that sounded better than having to bury the thoughts and feelings he was having. We’ve got practice later today. You shouldn’t drink. ‘I wasn’t actually going to.’ He sighed, walking over to where he could serve himself a cup of klah and mixed in sweetener before meandering back to Sio quickly.

“Is it okay, if I keep this one to myself?” He asked, wide eyed, gesturing to himself. Then with a more relaxed pose, asked – “is there anything else I can do? Besides chase off your not-father?”

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Siorreya - Green Amagetith

She chuckled. Klah was what kept her going these days. She had never needed it before Amagetith, and now it was a crutch, necessary for moving let alone thinking. She started peeling her lead feet from the floor when Maz’ru went to get his own cup of klah, and was successful by the time he got back to her. His question made her giggle. Then she made a show of considering, and even started to reach for his cup with a “I don’t think so-” which she quickly cut off in a series of giggles. “Any more Klah and I’ll never sleep again. So please don’t share.” She scrunched her nose at the last question. Unless he could magically make her father never come back here again, there was nothing he could do for her. She needed to get cleaned up and dried before their lesson anyway.

“Nah, I think I’m good. I’m going to race Ama back to our weyr, and get ready for the lesson later. See you then?” She smiled, pausing, and then turned and started for the door slowly at first, and then picking up speed.

Race? Race, now?
You bet! I’ll beat you there!
Oh no you won’t!

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OOC: Exit Sio