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Nakoreth prowls the Weyr bowl on foot. He isn't quite comfortable on all fours, and can't quite balance on just two legs like the humans, but that doesn't keep him from inspecting the grounds.

The herdbeasts, stupid things, cower at the far side of their pen as he passes by. I'm not hungry, you silly beasts, Nakoreth thinks at them, knowing they won't hear.

Finally satisfied that there isn't anything unusual lurking, he settles down near the entrance to the lower caverns and dozes.

A tickle in his mind alerts him to Kya's arrival. The rider has a basket with foods, and a basket of fresh glows for their Weyr. Juggling the burdens, K'makin scrambles onto the brown's back and manages to get seated properly. At an unarticulated signal between the pair, Nakoreth hops up into the sky, flapping until he's got enough altitude to glide smoothly to their mid-tier weyr.

Ground access would be nice, K'makin comments to his dragon as they land. Then I wouldn't have to disturb you from your sunning during the daytime. Nakoreth yawns. Kya made similar comments from time to time, but showed no indication of wanting a lower-tier weyr. Of course, most of those were reserved for older dragons who couldn't be as active, and for wingleaders, and of course the weyrwomen. Perhaps Kya just couldn't think of much by way of idle conversation, and felt bad about disturbing the brown.

You don't bother me. Sunning is good, but so is flying. Just us and the sky, and even if it's just for a little bit, flying is still good. And it is dark, so I was not sunning.

Ah, good. His reply has made Kya laugh. After the young man was on the ground, Nakoreth tries to imiate the sound.

"Are you feeling unwell? I haven't heard you cough like that before!" Dropping his baskets, Kya reaches to place his hand on the brown's chest.

I was trying to laugh too. I know I can make the 'chuckle' sound, but that laugh sound is so much happier.

K'makin raises an eyebrow. "Well, it was close. Keep practicing, but don't let the Weyrhealer hear that or she'll come running to find me!" Nakoreth snorts; he wasn't stupid, to make non-dragony sounds where people might hear them.

After Nakoreth's settled on the couch, he closes his eyes and mentally follows K'makin as the rider moves to collect his baskets. After putting the one of food on a stone table, he moves around the Weyr, refreshing the glows, putting the dim ones into his basket to be taken down tomorrow, and then tidying up some small things here and there. Finally he settles down for his meal.

As if summoned by the thought of food, Nimakio appears and lands on K'makin's head, digging in his claws and demanding sustenance.

K'makin curses, and Nakoreth has an opportunity to practice his laugh again.

T'thia beamed happily. if Lira was going to rise she could offer one to A'nash.

"if you could have one....what color would you want?"

she grinned at his comment on time

"there's not much to it with time wise. they pretty much come to you when they need somthing and if you don't have the time for it they find someone else. i could help you train it so that if you're too busy it comes to me. chances are i'll be caring for my own trio at the time anyways....."

T'thia realised she was rambeling and quickly shut her mouth

"sorry, not many people talk with me around here, i tend to run my mouth when given' the chance"

she gave A'nash an apologetic grin before absentley stroking Lira's gleaming hide bright with her condition and fresh oil.

T'thia beamed at his acceptance of her offer. she then glanced around.

"the wyre's gotten so empty latley, everyone's been gone at family gathers for the holidays i suppose"

T'thia gave a small sigh, her family wouldn't gather, not this year, not after what her brother and his friends did. Lira gave a little chirp and disappeared going to sun with her siblings on the ledge with Arizath.

T'thia glanced up

"oh nothing it's just..."

she shook her head and gave a small smile

"nothing, just thinking of my family is all, and wondering when i'll finally graduate and get out of the wyreling barracks."

Kya scolds Nimakio once again. The blue terror was trying his very best to take a bath in the klahpot, only to be restrained at the last minute by an order from Nakoreth.

I think if he tasted it, he wouldn't want to swim in it, Nakoreth suggests. K'makin sighs. "Fine, fine," he ladles himself a mug and with one hand gripped tightly--but carefully--around Nimakio's neck, he sits at the end of a long table. Placing first the mug, then the struggling flit, on top of the table, Kya focuses his thoughts and imagines Nimakio taking a drink from the mug.

He gets a flash of ... something... from the flit, it seems like comprehension, so cautiously, Kya releases his grip.

Nimakio hisses at him, mantling his wings, only to be scolded again by Nakoreth. The blue flit settles himself, then inspects the mug of klah. The mug is as large as the flit's body, but Nimakio pays no attention to its size, plunging his little head and half his neck into the murky liquid.

Kya can see the muscles in the flit's neck move as it swallows the klah. His eyes bug out a bit as he watches Nimakio drink the entire mug, then settle back on his haunches to groom his face.

"Just what I needed," Kya mutters, "A flit who needs a morning klah to act civilized."

K'makin looks at the girl... ah, T'thia? Yes. "No thanks. This one is quite enough. If I'd known flits were like this, I'd have stayed far away! I can't wait until Nimakio starts finding his own food, and leaves me alone for hours at a time."

A'nash laughed as he saw Nimakio, emptying Kya's mug of klah.
He smiled as T'thia came walking back and sat down, "Now be careful what you wish for T'thia" His head went eastward as to look for the red star.
He thought for a moment..
"Come to think of it.. Its been a long time since the last thread fall"

A'nash looked down at the ground, "No I don't think the pass is over yet" He looked up at T'thia, "Its far from over... enough of sad thoughts" He smiled, "How is Lira's clutch doing?"