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"Harpers are Harpers, we have the same thing. Dragonriders have a list of expectations that change daily depending on what people need. We're also invincible, heroic, lerger-than-life." He shrugged, "I think I understand. But if they're personal do they extend to anyone you meet? I'm more at home with Harpers than I am with other riders right now, and I don't know if that's because I made it all the way to journyman before I was Searched or if it's because it's in the family. I haven't spent much time with...well, many dragonriders other than...you know." He waved a hand.

"Despite the fact I talk...at length...I wouldn't mind listening if you wanted to take a turn."

"Makes no sense..." He shrugged away any offense, he hadn't taken it. "I mean, Siventh was your dragon. He's a pretty good dragon by anyone's standards. You couldn't have Impressed any other dragon until Siventh's egg came about...at least that's how I've always thought of it?" He shrugged and sipped at his wine.

"And I don't see how a Beasthold being your home Hold changes anything, but Harpers are supposed to be more diplomatic than some others...so that might just be how I was raised. The merit of a person isn't in where they're from or who their parents were or even how long they took to Impress. It's what they do, how they do it, and only occasionally whether or not they succeed but more often how they deal with the success or failure. I don't see anything more wrong with a Beasthold than a Healer's Hall or a Weaver's Hall..." He pointed at the brownrider, "Besides, as you said: you're wingsecond. You have Siventh. You haven't done anything infamous enough to make the entire Weyr know your face...mostly people just remark when you leave your weyr." He smiled, "So whatever these people have said doesn't seem very well supported. But that's just my opinion."

"I can attest to that. They do..." He smirked at K'rels' ease with the wine. "For other people as well as yourself. I'm a bit of a hypocrit in that area, of course. We'll just not point that out." He grinned and raised an eyebrow at him. "So are we to visit other places? I don't think I've spontaneously cured your dislike of crowds, what with my philosophising."

"Oh no you don't." He wagged a finger at him. "I'm perfectly happy to stay here or simply follow you along until you tip over like a sun-roasted wherry. Either way I'm amused, and if I can wrestle that wineskin from you I'll at least get a drink." He grinned, "You had a destination in mind, so off you lead oh great Wingsecond K'rel, rider of brown Siventh."

"Oh why do you have to be difficult?" He nudged him with an elbow, "At least give me some choices? I don't know if passing out in the stables would do you too well..." He looked at him out of the corner of his eye, "Are you intent on drinking yourself stupid?"

"Vague. Let me think for a moment. We can always go back to one weyr or the other to get away from people...but the heights, up on top of the cliff, would probably be empty as well. The whers could use the run, they're awake."

He huffed and made an attempt to snatch the wineskin. "You don't need to be getting stupid drunk, just tipsy...enough to loosen you up but not to get your strings so unstrung that you fall over, silly brown."

T'bell took the wineskin and stuck out his tongue. "Then you stay here for a few minutes, I'll be right back."

With that he disappeared into the crowd and back towards the table bearing the food. He tossed a bite-sized thing in the air for FLute, who eagerly swooped down to get it, and fed the sleepy Zephyr another treat before gathering his selection. A bit more on his stomach would at least make K'rel less likely to fall over if he drank much more.