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The Goldflight had been a nightmare. Nessuth had come back from it laughing and happy, though in pain, and he'd ended up in bed with some stranger from High Reaches. Running his hands through dark hair, blue eyes narrowed, as Ness continued to chirp his delight. It was annoying. Growling under his breath, the artist could feel the pangs in his shoulders, across the one eye that felt the pain of his dragon's scars with those he had that matched. Threadscoring hurt like a b***h, and it wasn't quite healed yet. Sighing softly, fingers ran across the flesh on the bridge of his nose, feet carrying him down a long hall as he tried to find some kind of solace. Any kind of respite from his dragon's prattling. /Nessuth. STOP. I don't care about the Flight any more. I don't want to know what you thought of her hide, and I literally don't give a single bit about it. PLEASE just go get some sleep and leave me alone./

Shaking his head, he really just hoped to be left alone...but when he saw Lestenna and -What, a Bronzerider?- In his path? He groaned irritably. Great. People. "....'Scuse me." Came the distant sound, his body making to immediately go past the two.

Gareth had returned to the weyr a little disappointed he had not been the one to catch Uridith's eyes, but that hadn't lasted for long. He had soon found himself with Delyth curled up beside him, his large wings encasing her, helping to ease the disappointment. A'dras had taken to his usual activity because of flight lust and lain with Branwyn, which resulted in him waking up without worry of who he was beside. An early riser naturally, A'dras had exited the bed without waking his weyrmate and had made his way down to the dinning hall to get himself something to eat, he had asked one of the helpers to take something to his weyr for Branwyn.

He wasn't surprised to see Lestenna as he had been leaving. He had smiled at her, bowing his head some as she told him that Gareth had flown well. He had responded by thanking her and saying that it had just not been in the stars for the bronze to catch Uridith and added that perhaps next time.

A voice coming across caught his attention and he turned his head to see who was speaking. He didn't recognize the man but from Gareth he got the image of a brown dragon with threadscoring upon his body. Throughout the flight, Gareth had been interested in the brown during the flight, the scars having caught his attention. If memory served the brown had been very acrobatic and lithe in his actions, something that could be useful here as well.

Listening to Lestenna speak to the man, A'dras just stood there, watching them. She was suggesting that he see a healer to help Nessuth's scars from hurting too much after the flight. He wondered if the man would take this offer of help or not, he wasn't a part of this weyr, yet. A'dras hoped the young man would change his mind and join. "Are you planning on leaving the Weyr soon?" He tried to keep his tone just conversational, hoping he wasn't coming across in an intimidating way.

Lestenna watched the clear ire bubble up on T'at's face, her own remaining stoic in the face of his plain emotions. "You mistake me," She interjected, tone even but firm. She might not be weyrwoman, but she was a gold rider, and used to on some level being obeyed and respected. It was not worth rising to anger over though—he was only a brown rider, in the end, and in some ways naturally beneath the notice of her temper for it. "I meant that as an offer, and not a slight against your ability to care for your brown. To survive...weyrless...takes some skill. But your brown did fly well, and deserves to be given the best care on offer." She was watching him closely, and if he ran she'd not follow him, but there would be judgement for his choices if he made them. "And we are offering."

In truth the brown had done well. He'd had Uridith's attention more than once, and though the gold had never yet deigned to choose a brown, it hadn't seemed beyond the possibility last night. He'd make a fine asset, with his swift and quiet flight, though a bad attitude might make him not worth the trouble of...rebreaking to weyr life. She glanced briefly at A'dras, noting the same consideration in his face. She trusted her own judgement above all else, but that he too had seemed to ponder encouraging the brown to stay...well.

"And besides. Why not take advantage, spare your own supplies, and then get on your way all the sooner if you're so keen to put your tailforks to us. Though then again, thread is due in a few days..." She hmmed to herself, and seemed almost to disregard T'at then. "I'll make sure your stay is unbothered. What time you need to recover is yours, and for the duration, consider the weyr you've claimed your own as well. Nessuth, at least, deserves it for the honor he's paid my gold."

At least she clarified. Letting out a tiny breath he hadn't realized he was holding, he offered an awkward smile to the Goldrider. Let her know that he'd accepted her advice, "Thank you...I guess....for the...offer..." A shrug, and he leaned back on a foot, listening to the two go on while he played fingers over the tattoo on his right arm. It was a full piece, twining from his neck, all the way to his wrist, of two dragons, one chasing a flight. It wasn't much visible under his longer-sleeved shirt, he content that it was hidden as he let them talk about the weyr...and then Threadfall was mentioned. Slowly, those eyes hardened, gaze turning up to meet A'dras' first, then Lestenna's. They dare assume he was going to help them with the Threadfall? T'at was sick of that assumption. It was that sharding line of thought that had gotten Nessuth hurt.
/Mine....It was my decision to fight for Benden...Re-/
/I remember, Nessuth...and we both got hurt because of it....You're just lucky you didn't tear your wing further during that flight./

It was the latter part of A'dras' own speech that had his lips curling, white teeth bared in what might have been a grimace or a grin, depending, "....You do not understand ANYTHING. A'dras, isn't it? I doubt you would ever understand. We might stay until after the thread. We might not. That is our call...You people don't want someone like me here. Trust me."

You should learn to speak a bit more eloquently mine. Perhaps then, you would not ruffle as many feathers. At Gareth's voice, A'dras eyes narrowed some. That maybe, but I feel this young man would have his feather's ruffled either way.

His eyes had darkened some as he listened to T'at speak, especially when he turned his ire towards him. He didn't understand anything? This boy didn't have the right to say that because he didn't know A'dras either. What reasons would a rider have to leave their own weyr if Thread wasn't the cause? A'dras deemed to keep his mouth shut, for now at least, letting Lestenna speak while he tried to keep his own ire in check.

"Perhaps you are right." Mine, watch your words Gareth's warning fell on deaf ears. "We have no need of a dragonrider who is too cowardly to even stand up and fight to help protect the world he lives in." He could feel Gareth's exasperation at his words, but he didn't care right now. "You're past is not what we care about. With thread returned it does not matter what you did before. Nessuth has a need and a drive, as well as the exceptional skills to fight thread, and you deny him that."

A beat before T'at's ire boiled over, and as A'dras spoke, Lestenna knew that this was not going to go well. What was worse? To gain an asset, but an emotionally unstable one, and risk future incident, or miss out on the chance entirely, and possibly lose that asset? Either way, the almost goading nature of the bronze rider's words was uncalled for, and that must be dealt with first, she decided. T'at may or mightn't join the weyr, but A'dras was already a part of it. "A'dras." Her voice was not raised, but there was a sharp bite to it that was unfamiliar between the two of them, who usually got along so well. They would have words later, she was sure, when they were alone and the passions of the night and morning had finally left enough to clear their minds wholly.

She stepped forward then, shifting herself to form a slight physical barrier between the two men. "No man can know another's dragon so well as he knows his own," She admitted to T'at. "You must do as he wills. The dragon decides, and the rider complies—we wouldn't dream of forcing either of you to stay, I swear it on the unborn eggs within my gold." She glanced back at A'dras, reproach clear in her eyes, though they were not much softer once back on T'at. "Though A'dras is correct; as things stand, the weyrs cannot afford to hold past grievances against riders. We need strong fliers, and brave men to ride them. I will not continue to press the issue, but know that our displeasure," And again her eyes found A'dras' for a moment. "With the thought of a rejection is wholly because we do see your value, and would regret not at least making the offer. Now then..."

She turned to put her back to T'at, reaching out to slide her arm in A'dras' and begin to draw him away along with her. "There's ample food, I'm sure you've seen, in the dining halls. Please help yourself to it while you're with us, and I thank you again for the honor paid my gold by your participation in her flight." It was as much as she could do to swiftly resolve the would-be fight, and next on her plan was simply to separate the two men, and then complete her own mission and return to her weyr. It was, frankly, too early for this.