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The dark bronzer sat slouched back in his chair, one elbow hanging lazily over the backrest. His eyes were bright, his face lighting up every so often in amicable grins at the mens’ punchlines and overblown tales of bravery and skill that, through the power of strong drink, they almost believed they actually possessed. Though he had not placed himself at the head of the table, this man somehow seemed to hold an invisible sway over the gathering, as one would hold the reins of a runnerbeast, guiding it one way and another at will.

One either side of him were his closest companions; his Right and his Left. He considered them both brothers, though neither actually shared his bloodline. There was broad-bodied D’cimus, a bluerider who he sincerely regretted could not be promoted as slender Or’en, his brown-riding foster brother, had. The three of them had been connected for many turns, before and certainly ever since Impression, when they had all found their lifemates within the same clutch.

He swirled his cup and took a swig before grinning and elbowing D’cimus’s bicep. “You’re awfully quiet. How about telling us all a story?”

The invitation was only half-serious, a bit of an affectionate jab on K’ienn’s part. A few of their table companions heard and glanced at the large man expectantly, while others seemed to cringe. The cringing always made K’ienn chuckle inside.

K'ienn's words made D'cimus turn his head to look at his friend, his eyes watching him as he spoke. O'ren was quick to speak up, parroting K'ienn's words and D'cimus just stared at the two men as he was aware of the others around him staring as well.

His face was impassive as he tried to figure out just what kind of story K'ienn was wanting him to tell. The easiest thing would be to extol the bronzerider's virtues, which would be easy enough, especially since he had been made Wingleader so recently.

"I can always try my best, K'ienn, but you and O'ren are the word weavers, not me." This was all he spoke in his gruff voice before his dark eyes moved to look over those around. Always an intimidating look upon his features, even now as he began to speak of the time when Thread had first begun to fall and how K'ienn, and many other riders, jumped to action to help save the weyr and the Holds beholden to it.




(Sorry this took so long guys!)