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Kalteth commented as she walked next to her rider. Normally, they were in synch, perfectly matched in energy level and vibrancy, but today only Kalteth was cheerful and prancing along the roads of the Weyr.

“Not in a long while, Kally.”

Wingrider Sh'en walked more tentatively, warily. He knew what he was walking into, and it wasn't going to be pretty. But it had to happen, and it was going to happen, so he just had to suck it up and get it done. He had to apologize.

Sh'en didn't blame her. What he'd done wasn't wrong by dragon standards, and it wasn't even wrong by his standards. Even now, he thought it was perfectly reasonable to not count oneself exclusive.

But it had been inconsiderate, and his protests against R'an's outrage had been childish. The point was not whether Sh'en thought what he did was wrong – the point was that R'an felt wronged, and had been hurt by Sh'ens actions. Sh'en had had a long time to think about that, and he honestly felt like a runner's a**.

“Wish me luck.” he murmured, striding up towards the familiar weyr.

Kalteth said cheerily, though she didn't see why he should be so nervous, she called out, her mental voice full of laughter.

said Kalteth, trotting over,

Her delight at seeing her friend again was in stark contrast to the sinking feeling in Sh'en's stomach as he came face to face with his once-lover. That expression did not bode well. This would be very hard. “Hello, R'an.” he said, trying to smile a little. That was hard too – smiles, usually so easy to summon forth, felt scarce just then. “Long time... no see.” Was that the best you could do, Shenja?! the greenrider mentally kicked himself at the awkwardness.

Kalteth flicked her tail. she tilted her head, blue and yellow dancing in her eyes, Sometimes, if she didn't get something – and the subtle, strange, complex things that humans did for apparently no reason were one of those things – then another dragon would know, and explain it. It had been a long time since that other dragon was Syriacuth, but he was very likely to know.

“Look. R'an...” Sh'en made himself ready to grab the door and hold it open, if necessary, “I'm here to talk. You don't have to really listen, but... just let me talk, okay? To you, at you, whatever.” More awkwardness. Wonderful. but at least he'd set up the rest of what he had to say...