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No. Liliath sent, then wrinkled her dragon-snout and sent to T'bell, His head is fuzzy.

T'bell was left standing where he was, still blinking, until Liliath bespoke him. "I...um..K'rel, no more wine. I can't make her move, and you're welcome to try...but I don't think it'll work." He followed after him more slowly. "And you were doing nothing for your hand, though bathing it in salt water was smart, it'll help the wound." He said the last part wryly, not that it was K'rels' idea to go for a dunk or anything.

He turned to look up for his missing blue. Zephyr was a shadow against the bright stars. "Besides," T'bell said quietly, "You'll be impossible to deal with if you wake up in my weyr with a hangover. Between you and the whers I may just let them eat you."

"Well then fine." He rolled his eyes and sat down, watching the brownrider try his luck with the green.

Liliath bent her head to watch K'rels' actions, then turned to look at Siventh with amusement. Aren't you going to defend me?

"I am not!" He huffed. That was unfair, Liliath called him that all the time. He pouted soething fierce and looked at his dragon in accusation.

I said nothing. She sent honestly, And I think he is being a wherry.

With that he nearly snorted. "Liliath is an expert on when I'm being a wherry, and she says you're the wherry right now." He made a face at the brownrider and stuck out his tongue, "And I said mine because exactly that, yours is big enough for both the dragons, though they fit in mine after...you know." He rolled his eyes, "They'll be there mentally, Faranth knows I don't want to pairs of huge green eyes watching us along with the commentary." He blushed, "Not that we'd be doing anything. That's too complicated for you."

Liliath was looking at K'rel, who was on her, with curiousity. She bespoke Siventh to bypass the weird drunk feeling of K'rels' mind. Why does the bed matter if they are on top of each other? Had T'bell heard it he would have sputtered, but that's why she bypassed him.

T'bells' cheeks weren't the only part of him that went red at that comment and he did sputter. "I-GAH-Liliath!"

That is why I did not ask you. She answered simply.

He pointed accusingly at K'rel. "Too complicated, remember? Far. Too. Complicated. I'm not answering that." He crossed his arms.

"At a later date." He mumbled but took the hand, "Before the next flight, preferably. I mean..." He snatched his hand back and played with his braid, ambling away from the brownrider, "In theory it'd be interesting outside of a flight."

He opened his mouth with a retort, but shut it soon after and sighed. "A lot of things. Not you, you oaf." He poked him in the side, "But...a lot of things that could happen or go wrong, or just not go right." He shrugged, "And...well, you're my Wingsecond. I don't exactly know how being the weyrmate of a Wingsecond would go over with everyone else. I wouldn't want special treatment. And what if you really are too drunk?" He stuck his lip out, not believing it even as he said it. He wasn't staggering anymore. "Besides, I don't know the tune and it's hard to play if you're reaading it for the first time."

"Well...you play it bits at a time. You don't leap into a full piece without trying parts first." He rose an eyebrow with a snort, "Oh, you 'know what you're doing', is that it? Well I see then, apparently I've found someone quite experienced."

"I'm both. That's why you still keep runners." He countered. "But you want to change the metaphor? You don't send a weyrling straight into threadfall." He sniffed at his next words, "I have lived a little, and Turnover is just another year...not a time to make all of your stupid decisions early. I'm just being cautious K'rel." He poked him again, "Would you rather I be the one regretting things?"