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Gavrin was... well, he was lost. Not the physical sense of the word - he knew quite clearly where in the Weyr he was... it was simply that he'd somehow misplaced his favourite mug. It was always with him at meal time, along with Honey, and between dinner and now, he'd somehow lost the sharding thing.

Looking confused and perplexed, he stood in the hall outside the Kitchens scratching his head as his brown flitted about him, churring worriedly, "Yes, yes, I know. It's here somewhere... but the where's the thing. Honey, help me look for it?" He'd looked up as he spoke, meaning to speak to the flit but his gaze fell on the incoming greenrider and he grinned, "Well, maybe you know. Have you seen a mug? It's black, chipped about the ring, and has a big blue dot on the side." He mimed the shape and poked the air then looked hopefully to Keela.

The boy blinked then pointed at at the brown firelizard, his expression one of mild concern. It should be obvious who Honey was.... "Honey." He smiled helpfully, hoping she understood now. "That's a shame... I already checked the table I was at. Could have sworn I had it on me..."

He turned away and paced a bit, "Mn? Honey? Yah, he's a sweet thing. I quite like him, just about useless in tracking things, though. If this is any indication. Wish my mug had a light on it, or a beeper. That'd make it easier to find...."

Gavrin turn back to the greenrider and grinned hugely, "Hey, you're going to eat, right? I'll come along, maybe I'll find my mug. If not, you wouldn't mind company would you? What's it like to ride a green?" His questions, well said pleasantly, were almost rapid fire, as if the boy's mind was working faster then he could voice his thoughts.

"Mn? I'm breathing fine. Why? Do I sound raspy? Ill?" He frowned and looked to his flit who simply chirped and settled on his head with a flick of its tail. Apparently not... which meant she was facetious. Huh.

Shaking his head, he walked along behind her, listening, "Well, don't you get more freedom? I mean... the browns and bronzes and golds... they all have so much responsibility. I don't know how they do it. I think green and blue riders are lucky that way." The ancientcrafter nodded, smiling pleasantly only to develop an expression of fascination as the characteristic distant look settled into Keela's features. "You're doing it. That talking in your head thing. How's that work? You just think at your dragon like you think at a flit?"

At the idea, the brown pushed off and blinked Between appearing out where the Green was feasting, buzzing by her in charming greeting, sending images back to Gavrin. "Chances of Impressing are slim, anyway. Honey says she's beautiful... I think he'd chase her if he could..." The boy laughed, the idea a ridiculous one.

"I didn't think dragons could talk with sound..." He murmured, surprised but not disappointed. That was a fascinating thought!

The brown churred and settled down on the ground the carcass the green was feeding on and cocked his head to the side, mrring quietly. Something about the way she'd addressed him made the flit think of firestone and hot air, and he was confused. Did that mean she was upset? He churred again.

Gavrin shrugged, "Could but chances are not. I've seen the greens in Flight, it's quite the sight. They're so acrobatic and everything. I've always wondered what that's like... I mean, really, it's part of the reason the Weyr's so... free compared to the Holds, right? Can't be a bad thing." He smiled as he bounced to the table with klah pots and poured himself one - not that he needed it but it felt like the appropriate thing to do.

"I know... but the idea is quite fantastic. I wonder if anyone's tried yet..." He replied, waving her off.

The brown mrred at the green, tilting his head this way and that before he blinked Between and appeared a little above her head, circling down to settle on her shoulder. He offered an image of firestone in question to her chittering as he looked down at her meal.

Gavrin grabbed a slice of meat and some veggies that he piled onto a plate and caught up to Keela, "Yeah, I guess the Holds are stuffy. What's the bets of part of being a Rider? I've asked lots of people but they all have different answers - there's so much to experience, I guess, that opinions vary wildly." Gnawing on his portion, Gavrin took a seat and looked curious up at the Greenrider, clearly expecting an answer.

The flit twittered and rumbled, his expression sad as he sent images to Gavrin who also sighed, "Tell your dragon, she reminds him of firestone. That's what he's trying to say..." It ought to be obvious, shouldn't it? Firelizards thought in images and sensations...

With a bugle of disapproval, the brown swept away when the green leaped into the air for another meal and tried his absolute hardest to keep up with the much bigger dragon. It was particularly comedic and when he ran out of steam he sort of fluttered like a leaf and laid out on a rock with a puff of a sigh, worn out.

"Freedom?" This caught Gavrin's interest and he paused in his eating to look at her, "Yeah... but the Weyr itself is still pretty free. What's freedom for a rider?"