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Nandeli's seemingly endless supply of remarks about S'van's 'fangirls' had had a rather dramatic effect one hot, dark night. Between Okassis' humor and Nan's love for compromising situations, the young brownrider was at his wit's end. Together they were an absolute nightmare. That was not to say that S'van did not cherish Okassis' company, and that he disliked Nan. Far from it. However, on this late night it was far too much to ask for him to jump at the shadows once more. Galliath's feeding schedule was keeping him rather exhausted, not to mention whatever social contact that he maintained. Weyrling lessons continued on, and his energy continued to flag.

Thus it was that one young brownrider, his dragonet, and a tiny green flit braved the winding corridors of the Weyr to locate one particular weyr and the occupants it contained. There was one rider that he knew to be trustworthy, the very one that had seen him with his Kia. "Kiiiiiir?" the firelizard inquired when his thoughts drifted to her. "Yes, you. Silly beast." If his voice sounded a little unsteady, that was only because he was highly unnerved. Had he had too much klah today? He was beginning to think that he had. "Queep?" If only he knew what the firelizard meant! She wants to sleep, Galliath informed his rider, sounding very tired as well.

With a sigh, S'van plucked the Green from the air, and let her latch onto his hair. It was the best that he could do for now, not having thought to bring along the apron that she preferred to sleep in while he cooked. Peering around the corner, he caught sight of the weyr he was looking for. Where had his nerves gone? Quite suddenly, it was difficult to justify his decision to come to the weyrlingmaster over this of all things, and yet... and yet, he really, really didn't want to sleep in the room right now. He should be letting their remarks roll off his back like water, but today it was simply too much. Gathering his courage, he tugged the furs along, unaware of the pathetic sight that he made. He stole up to the entrance and rapped rather lamely. "Excuse me, sir... but... can I sleep in your weyr?"

F'sey, while oblivious to his...roommate's well thought out plan to seduce him, was not at all fooled by C'ren's distraction. He happened to thoroughly enjoy kicking C'ren's sorry a**. He just happened to enjoy the snogging more. Besides, how could he say no with the other greenrider trying so hard? He'd just lost his shirt and that was certainly worth more than the poker game. (Though inevitable, C'ren would end up almost naked at the end of the night anyways; after his marks went, his clothes went and F'sey made sure he always won everything on the table.)

Of course, this couldn't really get interesting when there were people at the door. Mildly confused, F'sey just snorted when he got the glarebeams. He wasn't even given the chance to get defensive, his...roommate had already jumped to his feet, ready to intercept the intruder. The Weyrlingmaster ran a hand through his ruffled red hair, trying to peer over and see who C'ren was speaking to. Was that a weyrling? It certainly looked-

Brown Galliath and his, Mine. From our lessons.

Ours, eh?

Yours and mine. That is what 'ours' means, Mine, the green teased lightly, not stirring on her couch.

F'sey chuckled softly as he stood. He seemed to be laughing a lot more since he acquired a...roommate. It did him quite a lot of good, kept him healthier, Ialluth thought.

Taking C'ren by the shoulder, he gently moved him out of the way as he pulled the door back open. The disheveled weyrlingmaster eyed the weyrling breifly before addressing him. "S'van. I suppose it must be rather serious if you're here in the middle of the night?" What time was it, anyways? Oh, hey, C'ren didn't have a shirt on. C'ren looked good without a shirt on.

Mine. The weyrling is here. And you are staring.

F'sey shook his head breifly and ran a hand through his hair. He was tired, okay? Not liable for his actions, and all that.

S’van seemed cursed with a case of horrific timing as far as C’ren was concerned. It was rather too much to hope that F’sey would ignore a Weyrling in need, but the younger Greenrider had clung to the hope all the same. When F’sey gently steered him away from the door, C’ren didn’t bother arguing. No sense in getting the Weyrlingmaster all angry. After all, he knew where C’ren lived.

Mentally grumbling to himself, the blonde picked up his shirt and pulled it on again, because there was no way that anything would be happening tonight. Sharding weyrlings with absolutely no sense of timing… he glared at the door, or at least he thought he did; he actually glared in its vague direction since he didn’t have his glasses on at the moment. Right, glasses! He had taken those off to take off his shirt. A bit of fumbling around found them.

Unfortunately, the noise woke up Vox and Pyrite. The fat Blue yawned and then half-fell, half-glided from his little nest. It was actually a small basket suspended from some ropes, but C’ren preferred to call it a nest. It sounded more important than ‘something I threw together’. The curious Blue flitter peered around F’sey’s legs, much like Galliath did to S’van. He whistled a greeting to Kia, dimly recognizing that she might actually pay attention to him.

Pyrite simply wailed. “Kriiii! Krikriii!” C’ren glared at the door again before scuttling off to shut Pyrite up with a cleverly applied bit of food. It didn’t work, mostly because it wasn’t fresh caught fish and that was the only thing she deemed good enough for her golden self. Sharding ‘lizards… in the end, C’ren simply scratched her eyeridges until she was convinced that, yes, she was indeed the most important thing in the room.

Oh, you poor things! Ceylith instantly went into mother-mode at the mental image of the two bedraggled Weyrlings. Actually, in her mind, the two looked a good deal more pathetic than they actually were. Well, don’t just wait out there! Come inside, quickly. The words had ‘before you catch a cold’ harmonics tacked to every one of them.

The idea of leaving two little Weyrlings out in the cold without a place to sleep! There was no way Ceylith would dare allow such a thing to happen. It wasn’t as if there wasn’t enough space for a little Brown and his new rider.

That was exciting! Kia chirped a question, and tumbled down to the floor, eyes whirling rapidly with blues and greens. "Queep!" The hatchling was tiny even for a Green, and she streeeetched her neck out in an effort to go nose to nose with the fat Blue Vox. A failed effort. She returned the whistle, and chirped, tilting her head to the side to try and also see F'sey's Blue. There were so many friends to play with! "Keeeer!"

The sound of the little queen brought a fascinated, curious little flit skittering around F'sey's leg and half hopping, half flapping her way to see what was causing the commotion. "Kiiirkiirr?" Flutter. Somewhere along the way, Kia's skittering turned into tumbling once more, and the baby Green wound up on her back, feet windmilling in the air.

S'van sighed. That was about the fifth time he had seen his Green fall like that. He was beginning to think that she was defective in some way. Hadn't he been feeding her properly? At least that behavior was cute as well as downright pathetic. "Err... it's... not serious, sir, and I didn't say anything about it," the weyrling said softly, feeling rather at a loss for what else to say. How could he explain without getting Okassis and Nandeli in trouble for something that really wasn't all that serious?

"Sir, I can sleep on the floor." Not that F'sey seemed inclined to let him do so. He was making a valiant effort to keep from noticing... things. He didn't want to know, didn't want to see. The fact that he had apparently descended on the weyrlingmaster's lovenest was not lost on him. Perhaps before, back when he hadn't known anything about, well, that he would've remained oblivious, but not now. He flushed slightly, tugging the furs along with him.

Will you play with me? the little Brown asked wistfully, though it was very apparent that he was also sleepy. He trundled off to join the pair of Greens, largely oblivious to how uncomfortable his rider was. S'van wasted no time crossing the threshold. Even if things were a bit uncomfortable here, it was nothing compared to sleeping in that cot with the promise of Nan's words hanging in the air.

This was getting completely out of control! The moment C'ren removed Pyrite from her perch, Song flew into a tizzy, circling the man and trumpeting in his usual fashion. How dare C'ren just let her flop on the ground! She might get stepped on! Or even worse, someone might ignore her! Voicing his concern, the bronze swooped down, landing next the baby Queen gracefully as he nosed her gently, trying to assess the damage that had been done when her bonded so carelessly deposited her.

F'sey cringed. "Sharding lizards," he hissed. At least Cloud remained on his shoulder, far too pleased he had won Song's spot to actually leave. Abandoning the sleep weyrling for a moment, he walked over, very carefully, mind you, to the pile of firelizards and plucked his bronze from the heap. "Damnit, Song. Keep your head on." And he promptly tossed the flit onto his shoulder, leaving Cloud to scramble for safety when the agitated bronzed reclaimed the much sought-after shoulder.

Grumbling softly to himself, he eyed S'van long and hard. "If you're at my weyr, of all people, in the middle of the night, it's serious enough. And you will take the sharding cot, I will not have sleep-deprived weyrlings at my lessons," he hissed. It wasn't like anything had actually ever happened between F'sey and C'ren besides a few kisses, so whatever fears S'van had could be laid to rest. Damnit, he was a respectable man!

Running his hands through his hair for what felt like the millionth time, he leveled his gaze at C'ren, about to thank him when he realized what C'ren was doing. "No. Keep your hammock. I will stay out with Ialluth. He is my weyrling and my guest and it would be rather inappropriate of me to put you out, C'ren." And that was that. Trying to give his...roommate to room to argue, F'sey started to gather up the pile of furs on the floor to drag out with him, currently unaware there was a small brown dragon compromising his usual spot curled up with Ialluth.

Who was, on the other hand, absolutely delighted to have the little one. Play? It is late right now, Galliath, but we can play in the morning, I promise. I know lots of fun things! It happened to come with age, knowledge. Now come and get comfortable, and we can sleep.

C’ren ignored Song as best he could, apart from trying to shoo him away like an annoying fly. Honestly, the Bronze had been acting like this ever since Pyrite had hatched! She was a delicate little thing, true, but not quite as delicate as Song made her out to be. She just acted like it all the time. “Our weyr, ‘Sey,” C’ren said meaningfully. That is, it was full of the meaning of, ‘Hey, don’t you dare forget I live here too and you can’t just throw me out’. Actually, it had been his weyr before he invited F’sey to live there, but he was a gentleman. That and it was obvious that saying anything else would make S’van turn more colors and make things even more awkward.

“You’ve got class tomorrow, the both of you. As I recall, weyrlings cause enough damage without being half asleep. Or their Weyrlingmaster.” Giving C’ren room to argue with the mistake here. Under the guise of walking over to the firelizard pile to sort things out, C’ren, very, very carefully, got himself in F’sey’s way. Ha! He couldn’t take the furs out if he couldn’t get by his… roommate, now could he?

Under Song’s careful attention, Pyrite squalled as loudly as she could. For such a small creature, this was a surprising amount of noise. She didn’t shut up until it became clear that F’sey wasn’t going to let Song cater to her neurosis. She snapped her jaws shut and glared at the new little Green, angry that there was another female here. Why, she was the only lady in the lives of the firelizards here! Well… and the dragons, but she preferred to ignore them. With a firelizard’s unerring instinct for getting in the way----apparently, C’ren also had this instinct----she went to sit on C’ren’s feet.

Vox, on the other hand, just seemed confused. He burbled happily for a while until he realized that he was entangled in a pile of limbs and wings. After a few half hearted attempts to detach himself from the pile, he got distracted by Kia’s tail. It seemed like grand fun to chase! As Kia’s tail continued to wiggle, Vox attempted to clamp it between his paws, but it kept getting away from him, even at this distance.

Yep. Just another normal night in the weyr.

Ceylith crooned at the little Brown. Oh, he’s just darling! Yes, dear, we’ll play with you tomorrow, we promise. Perhaps we can even go swimming in the lake! Her voice carried the promise of milk and cookies afterwards although, since they were dragons, it was probably something like fresh herdbeast and fish.

She wasn’t quite certain what had happened, but she was pleased nonetheless. Admittedly, it was a little annoying that Hers plans were ruined once again, but, hey; at least he was meeting new people.