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Myyth was happy to be back at Benden, she'd missed her dragon, and being stuck at fort had only made it worse. As soon as she was on the ground Myyth thought to her dragon. "Spirith? Where are you?"

"I am here. You were gone long. I was hungery, and my skin iched" Myyth was overjoyed to hear her dragon, but still she wonered, Who had cared for her while she'd been gone?
"Are you hungery now?" Myyth asked. "No I'm full now, riders fed me and oiled my skin." The dragon replied.

Her rider continued to try to find the dragon as they talked. "They did thats good, I was a bit worried about you." 'Why do you look for me?, I am here." Myyth recived an image of a spot just outside the weyrling quarters. Surprised Myyth almost walked into a wall. "I didn't know you could do that." "You were looking for me. Is it not what I should have done?" Spirith sounded a bit worried. "Its not that Spirith, you just haven't done it before. You surprised me."

"I itch again." Myyth laughed, as she walked up to her little dragon. It didn't look like anything had changed since she'd left, after all.

Startled, she backs up a pace as her bird, Margarita,(description of her in my guild profile) lands gracefully on her shoulder, looking him up and down again. "Now that you mention it, you don't look as old as I thought at first glance." She blushes ever so slightly at her mistake. She holds out a hand, her cheeks and nose warming. "I'm sorry, I didn't know... Umm, let's pretend that didn't happen. I'm Nikomas, Nikomas Torren. Or just Niko for short." She shrugs, hand still extended. Gyo, d'you know which hatching this guy is from? I don't remember if I've seen him before or not... The brightly colored bird cocks her head to the side, gazing at the weyrling with one eye and then the other, before clacking her beak loudly and ruffling her feathers.

I don't think this one is from our hatching, love. I'm not pretty sure, though with my mind there's always a possibility of being wrong, though that is not ever incredibly likely. Gyo pauses for a moment, sending a little revulet of though to Reymenek's dragon. Which hatching are you from, the fourth? And what's your name? I'm Gyomanth. His mental voice has a preen as he announces his name.

Gyo doesn't respond for a moment. Then... I was wrong?! He is surprised into almost speechlessness.

Niko smiles at him. "It's nice to meet you, R'nek. And this l'il girl is Margarita. She's a spoiled brat, but I love her anyways..." Grinning, she reaches a hand up, scratching the birds breast feathers as Margarita shuts her eyes in pleasure, almost smiling. "And my lout of a dragon is off somewhere else, probably in our little weyr-cubby. Oh yeah, his name's Gyomanth." She smiles again, cheerfully.

K'makin takes a deep breath, trying to sound casual, and failing. "Now, I'll be the first to admit, Nakoreth actually catching Wrath was the last thing I expected, and it's certainly the last thing I want this time around!"

Talking was most likely the wrong choice, but he's already started and the words keep coming out. He throws up his arms in exasperation, "You know I would be a terrible Weyrleader! I know I would be a terrible Weyrleader!" He shakes a fist at Ray, though she's not even looking at him. "You have no need to make cruel comments to discourage me. I'm discouraged! Let it rest. I came to ask an innocent question regarding the leadership of the Weyr and you... you..." he sputters, "you act as though you hadn't spent the past three weeks away, as though you hadn't just come home to your friends."

His hands drop to his sides. "I thought you were my friend, but you... barely had a civil word for me. I-" he finally gets his brain caught up with his mouth. "I-I don't know why I'm still here." He walks away.

As he crosses the weyrbowl, K'makin fights with his anger. It doesn't help that he keeps replaying the conversation in his head, wondering what happened to it... the plan in his head, where he was friendly, Ray was her usual cheerful self, and then he gallantly offered to help her carry the larger-than-usual harness up to her weyr, and then maybe a nice conversation, to catch up on their recent activities, none of it had happened.

Instead, Ray had been ... so ... suspicious, and grouchy, and mean. Was it just Wrath being proddy, or was it that Wrath's proddiness had prompted Ray to actually say what she'd not said before out of a desire to be nice?

He knew that Nakoreth's winning Wrath's last flight had been a fluke, and didn't expect it to happen again, but he'd always been so proud of the fact. His brown had caught a Queen. How often did that happen?

... But he'd never looked at it from Ray's perspective. Did the bronzeriders at Igen really feel humiliated? Was Ray embarassed about it? Nakoreth might only be a brown, but he was a brown that against all odds, outflew every bronze there. Perhaps the bronzeriders had a right to be somewhat irritated at him and Nakoreth, but why would Ray react like that?

He'd just avoid her until after the Flight, maybe she'd be back to herself after that.

Kya jumps in surprise as his leg is touched, he glances around. Oh, it's the little green. He crouches down on level with her. "Hello there Preyasith." He looks up to see a boy standing nearby. "Is this your rider?"

K'makin shrugs a bit uncomfortably, but shakes K'vat's hand. "Well, I'm sure someone would have taken care of them. I just happened to be handy most of the time. I'm K'makin, brown Nakoreth's rider."

Kya's jaw drops in shock. "Sh-she-she spoke to me." As he attempts to regain his composure--today was just full of surprises!--his hand reaches out to scratch her eye ridge automatically. "You aren't supposed to speak to me," he tells her. "You'll make K'vat jealous." After a comment from his own dragon, "And Nakoreth."