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Well to say that L'cian was surprised would be the biggest understatement of the turn, which only heightened as he caught a glance at K'rel's reaction to the unexpected visitor. He knew the voice well enough to know that it was indeed Ephia who was standing behind him, and to make things even more uncomfortable she had heard their conversation...or enough of it anyway.

Your words made her happy. Tallith comforted gently, helping to ease the tension in his muscles.

He was extrememly grateful when K'rel spoke up first, not yet sure what to say himself and not trusting the words would come any time soon, but deciding he should say something rather than stand silently he quickly added onto K'rel's sentence.

"Yes, most of us would not accept a stranger in the Weyr and it doesn't seem right to rely on someone else when there is no need to."

Now that wasn't so hard, was it? His dragon chirped happily, glad that his rider was finally beginning to loosen up. He was Wingsecond after all and speaking to important members of the Weyr would only be expected.

"And how is Ariath today?" He asked politely, hoping he could be heard over the two firelizards who had just entered with a blue rider, and recognised her as the one he had seen leaving the Weyr not too long ago on blue Zareth.

He frowned at the noise the firelizards made and felt suddenly thankful he had no greedy, miniature dragon to feed and train. They seemed to have little or no manners.

We are useful they are not. The brown rumbled, mirroring the rider's dislike for them.
Of course Tallith, they could never replace you, but I've heard well trained ones can be taught to take messages.
Why is that useful?
Not for us dear brown, you are all I need. I meant for holders who have never experienced the love of a dragon.

Realising that he had probably been conversing with Tallith longer than necessary he turned his attention back to K'rel and Ephia.

T'bell had chosen a spot in the farthest corner of the dining hall in which to have his dinner. The kitchens were celebrating, it seemed, and so he had a nice helping of tubers, bread, cheese, and a roasted slice of wherry with thick gravy decorating his plate. Klah had been replaced, this late in the day, by a fruit juice, and a seperate smaller plate held a single bubbly to act as desert.

The rider ducked over his plate, using his hair to shield himself from the others in the room in the hopes he wouldn't be noticed and could possibly eat in piece.

A quiet chirp greeted her approach from T'bells lap, where Zephyr had been hiding. The greenrider jumped a bit and turned wide eyes to her before breaking into a small smile when he recognized the intruder on his thoughts. "Kirana..."

Still rubbing sleep from his eyes, Lemurrin stumbled into the kitchen. He'd ordered his flits to stay in his room, promising solemnly to bring them food later. His gaze darted a bit nervously around the room- his breath caught in his throat upon realizing who was there. The harper stood silently in the doorway, not sure whether he wanted to be noticed or turn invisible.

Kirana grinned, "Been all right. Sheltered myself in my room before the crestfallen riders could wander back into the weyr and snatch some unwittening girl...ah, well, you know how it goes," She said. "I saw Lillith rose after Ariath was caught. Did she have sense enough to wait herself, or did you have to hold her back?" She asked, brushing his hair back off his face affectionately. She'd have to go about this delicately. She wasn't even sure how to approach the subject she wanted to without being overt.

"She...she waited on her own. I couldn' have held her back. Did try though." He turned back to his plate, his voice carefully kept easy and light. In truth, the morning by himself had left him calmer than the night before, but he still needed to watch himself. He looked up again when Lemurrin sat down across from them and gave him a small smile in greeting. "It's dinner time, Lemurrin. Sleeping all day?"

Kirana smiled in greeting to Lemurrin before furrowing her brow. Him being here made it much more difficult for her to ask T'bell what she wanted to. How much did Lemurrin know, anyway?

She gently rubbed T'bell's back, almost absentmindedly, "How you doing, Lemurrin?"