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"I'm not that bad," K'rel insisted, making a face. It wasn't as if he drank daily or anything. He very rarely drank, in fact, which possibly explained why he drank so much on the rare occasions that he did. "At this point, I could take the stairs, the wine, the food, and a wild flitt attack and still make it up those stairs, so excited am I to see your whers." He rolled his eyes, but started up nonetheless. "They will meet us at the top?"

"Have you?" He raised a brow, surprised. "I had heard it was possible, but haven't seen it done myself. They go between without a rider? Without a guide?" Even half drunk, the Wingsecond in K'rel won out for the moment.

But only a brief moment, as he forgot the subject almost immediately in favor of T'bell's following words. "Look at the pot calling the kettle black. I can't successfully flirt unless you are flirting in return, greenrider."

K'rel's expression went from startled, to irritated, to down right confused as the greenrider went on. It neutraled out somewhat as T'bell began his ramble about watch-whers and their abilities, but beneath the surface he was still rather irritated by the greenrider's words. He fended off his own reply by sipping at his wine, speaking once more only after T'bell had fallen silent. "If I am not allowed to declare myself talentless, than neither are you. Hypocrite."

L'mur had finally made it down to the Weyrbowl, after having spent quite a while oiling Saranth-- which meant that he then had to bathe himself. Dressed comfortably in tunic and trews instead of his riding leathers, L'mur shoved his hair out of his face and followed the unmistakable sounds of many people celebrating. His small fair of fire lizards wheeled over him, chirping happily at the general sense of chaos and festivity. L'mur rolled his eyes and waved a hand at them to join the others crowding the ceiling high above... only to be thoroughly ignored.

Saranth?

The air above L'mur's head was suddenly clear, although gold Ofira scolded L'mur (and possibly the green dragon) as she went.

He wove his way through the crowd unhindered when he caught a glimpse of a familiar head of black curls going in the other direction. It couldn't be T'bell, could it? L'mur hadn't seen the other harper-turned-greenrider in over a Turn, or even since he'd Impressed.

"T'bell!" he called out, his mind automatically searching for Liliath. Struggling against the crowd, L'mur called again. "T'bell, is that you?"

"I saw how they flirted with boys." He shrugged, "It's not like I can hike up my skirts or play helpless. I have a dragon, I'm not helpless. Besides, I haven't worn skirts in ages." He frowned at the memory, then heard a familiar voice and stopped on the stairs, turning around to see who it was that called and also stepping back down and half behind K'rel. "Maybe...unless that's..."

"Lemurrin?" He blinked and peeked out, then waved with a grin, "Hey!"

"Liliath would sooner mock you than rescue you from menial tasks, and we could easily find you another skirt." He flashed a grin, and, after nodding a greeting to L'mur, stepped around T'bell to continue up the steps. "He Impressed...green Saranth, is that correct, L'mur?"

Always the dragons, never the riders, Siventh drawled from wherever he might be.

Saranth preened at being mentioned. Liliath! You are the one who spoke to Mine! Her rider snickered and greeted Liliath and Siventh, with a quick mental nudge at Saranth not to bother the pair. The green huffed; she had more sense than that!

"Yes, more than a Turn ago," he confirmed, impressed that K'rel would remember the details.
"... So where have you been, anyway?"

He is funny. She sent to the little green with amusement. We need more greens, there were few of us. Then after consideration, You are too small for my brown. Fly another. It was best to get that sorted out while one could still sit on the other.

"I uh..." He shrugged, "Well, I was playing Watchdragon at the Hall. You know, appeasing my mother who never sees me, ferrying Harpers around when I had the time, gratefully enjoying home now that my sisters are otherwise and otherwhere involved." He coughed, "Kind of needed the vacation. I should have mentioned I was going," He waved his hands again, "But how abot that? A dragon of your own. She'll never be Liliath of course," He grinned, "But I'm sure she's quite close. Saranth? How did the Impression go?"