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Z'yden was peacefully, and quietly, relaxing at a table after his meal. He didn't quite feel like going back to his weyr yet and as Sameth was currently asleep there was no rush to feed the big blue. Nyss, his little bronze flit, too was fast asleep curled up around Z'yden's neck. The flit's belly was slightly distended as the bluerider had possibly fed him a little too much. He couldn't help it; Sameth and Nyss both enjoyed begging for treats and extra food and Z'yden was nearly powerless against them. He needed to build up a defense against their pathetically adorable croons and swirling eyes. Considering that he'd already had fifteen turns to build up said resistance to Sameth, it didn't bode well for the bluerider.

Just when he was about to be completely lost in his thoughts and oblivious to the rest of the dining hall, a thudding noise on the table made him jump. This motion disturbed Nyss who nearly fell backward off Z'yden's shoulders, but managed to dig his claws into the (thankfully thick) layer of his bonded's leather vest. He almost missed the glass coming at him trying to calm the firelizard. Once Nyss was back asleep, Z'yden looked up and was unsurprised to see the face of his friend and fellow bluerider V'rind. He didn't know many women who shortened their name upon Impression, so the fact that V'rind did had earned her his respect before they'd ever even really spoken. The grin on her face (plus the half-empty bottle she'd slammed onto the table) told Z'yden that his friend was at least partially in her cups. He supposed since Thread was predicted to fall the next day, in one's cups was a good place to be. As long as you didn't go too far in.

"I'm as ready as I can be," he replied as he took the opportunity to fill the cup she'd set before him with the wine. He didn't often partake, but tonight it seemed like the thing to do. Perhaps he could catch up to his friend. Or maybe not, since she would probably be finishing off most of the rest of that bottle. "I guess I don't need to ask if you're ready," he laughed softly as he took a sip. V'rind was always ready for a little excitement, he'd found. It was one of the reasons he enjoyed hanging out with her. Especially before a Fall. Her tenacity and upbeat personality had an oddly soothing effect on his pre-threadfall nerves.

Z'yden watched his friend with amusement as they clinked cups. Well. Clinked was a bit of an understatement, considering how rough V'rind could be without alcohol in her system. Still, he counted the other bluerider among his friends. He chuckled softly as she confirmed his guess. "That is very true," he agreed. Dragons, and by extension their riders, were made for fighting Thread. And Terrifying and yet rightv were definitely the words he would use to describe it as well. He always felt like a frightened child in the hours preceding a fall, but in the sky on dragonback with firestone in his hands he knew what he was doing. He was calm and collected. As V'rind had said, it felt right.

Her naming them 'heroes of Pern' made him shift uncomfortably in his seat. He hated any such title being applied to himself. Z'yden knew it to be true, but knowing it to be true and wanting to hear it applied to himself were two very different things. It was something he'd never voiced aloud however, and now was no exception. Instead he raised his glass in salute to his friend and drank a mouthful of the scarlet liquid.

Z'yden laughed softly as she turned the conversation to their dragons. "No, Sameth gives me trouble in other areas. Like meddling in my, granted somewhat nonexistent, love life," he said with a snort and another mouthful of wine. "Krahsujunth is certainly in a league of his own," he smiled.