//Don't// make a //Sound//{open}|

[Lyrikitty]

Dusk hung heavily over the Weyr, the red-hued sky seeming to blaze above, Rukbat slowly sinking over the horizon to allow for night's cool kiss. All across the Weyr, the ground shimmered and sprakled, the firey light reflecting off the shattered fragments of crystal that was strewn throughout the Weyr. It was a beautiful time in Crystal Cavern, a fact that very few could deny. Even the sad figure that stood beside the river could not refuse it.

His honey eyes were closed, light brown hair tussled by the caress of a gentle wind. His slight figure seemed ready to break, to shatter into a thousand peices and be spread across Pern. Shoulder were slumped, his face downturned, his arms crossed over his chest defensively. Why? Why couldn't he make her happy? Why couldn't she tell him once, just once, that he was acceptable? Always, there was something that had to be better, that had to change. Something that wasn't good enough. He knew she cared, she'd proven that by her actions while he was sick. But...

//Mine? What are you doing out here? You'll get sick and be placed in the infirmary, and I won't be able to get to you there.// A second figure padded over to the rider, her hide looking almost black so dark a crimson it was. The scales that covered her chest nd thighs glittered slightly, each movement making them shift and attracting light to their ruby surface. Her wings were folded against her back, her neck stretched out to sniff at her rider curiously. What was he doing out here, alone and looking so horribly sad? What did he have to be sad about? He was Hers, he belonged to a Ruby! Was that not enough to put a smile on anyone's lips? With a soft growl, she shook her head, snorting and settling lightly to the ground a few dragonlengths from K'ist, her faceted eyes watching him closely. True, she was critical of him, she was hard on him, and she was known to make life mierable for him, but he was Hers, they were bonded. She'd chosen hiom from the slew of candidates at her hatching. TRue, there had been a Pearl there as well, but she wass a small thing, delicate and not really worth noting. She hadn't lasted long anyway. Ah yes, she could easily find the memory in K'ist's mind, could see herself as he gazed apon her. Her rosey scales, her dark hide, the brindling of her wings, the lighter shades of red over her muzzle and her ridges. Yes, she was a marvelous creature, anyone would be lucky to look at her and know that they were Hers.

K'ist lifted his head, eyes opening slowly, and lokoed at the dark Ruby. She seemed almost black right now, the light slowly dying from the world, the only notably colored part of her the scales, their hue intense against her hide. He could almost see the lighter shades of her muzzle and neck, and imagin the brindled wings of hers. With s sigh, he shook his head slowly, looking away, out across the bowl. "Nothing, dear. This lighting suits you, you know. Your scales are more vibrant, and your color is darker yet." He spoke aloud, for he saw no one at the moment, and found the sound of his voice a comfort, and assurance.

//Any lighting suits me, you know that, you are smarter than that. Don't change the subject on me, why are you here? Night is comming and you should eat, you're too skinny as it is, I could mistake you for a female at times.//[/color]

Again came the harsh words, and K'ist felt his heart lurch. Why? Turning his back tot he dragon, he let his eyes fall shut again, trying to fight back the well of pain that threatened to ebb out and trickle down his cheek. Just once... Just once he wanted to hear the Ruby say a kind word. To have her show she cared. To act like the other dragons, even the other Rubys, who though critical never pushed their riders so far. As much as he fought it, a tear eascaped, the hot, salty drop rolling over the plains of his face to his chin, where it gathered, finally falling to the ground to soak away into the soil.

Ziinyth frowned, tilting her head and stretching closer to K'ist. He was upset still. She could feel his anguish, though she couldn't fathom what caused it. Her eyes were tinged with yellow, and she gave a small croon, hoping to lift hi spirits with the sound of her voice. Did he not know how lucky he was? She would remind him! Yes, that would have to make him happy! He'd simply forgotten what a joy and honor it was to be Hers. //K'istMine, have you fogotten that you are Mine? Do not fret, for that fact alone should be enough to make any happy.//[/color] Proud of herself for her quick thinking, she smugly watched, almost expecting the man to throw himself at her paws and beg forgiveness for his faults. But it didn't happen, instead, she was treated with silence, a thing she abhored.

K'ist couldn't bring himself to reply, for any answer he gave would only insult the Ruby. Instead, he continued looking away, and then sank to the ground, folding his knees under him to sit at the bank of the river and watch the water roll by, listen to it's laughing tune.





Word Count: 1022
Character: K'ist and Ruby Ziinyth
Notes: Yayness for my lovely pair. Anyone is welcome, so hurry up and post! I do enjoy posting order, so don't jump the gun and rush replied if it takes me a bit. I promise, I may be slow but I'm worth it.[/size][/color]

[feingo]

"I hear the sounds of sorrow and delight,
the wispering, soft chimes,
that fill the haunted chambers of the night
like an old, lost poet's rhymes.
From the cool kiss of the midnight air,
my spirit drank repose.
The fountain of perpetual peace flows there,
from that deep, dark cavern flows.
Oh beautiful night, from thee I learn to bear,
what man has bore before.
Thou lays a finger on the lips of my cares,
and they complain no more."

The dusk was indeed heavenly, the dark shadows of the now dimming Rukbat stretching long across the cooling ground. It was the kind of scene that could only be associated with peace and comfort. Or at least such were the thoughts of the one who lay just down the river, laying back on the ground and reciting his poetry as his eyes, deep blue pools of saphire, gazed up at the evening sky.

// Now, I hope for your sake, that you wrote that one down MyN'ick// He had not been reciting his work to an empty crowd, for his biggest, and only fan was settled neatly on the ground not far from him. His ghostly blue hide almost seemed orange with the light of the dusk, and his scales glittering lightly from the light that reflected from the rivers waters. He let low rumble escape his mouth as he gazed down upon His N'ick. // I was beginning to wonder when all those scrambled thoughts of your were going to become words. But I suppose the waiting and wondering was worth it.// He always enjoyed listening to His N'icks poetic creations, as most often they were quite good. However, every now and again he had one of those off days where the wording would be all wrong, and all he would be able to do was Croon and shake his head.

N'ick propped himself up into a sitting position, lengthy locks of dirty blonde hair still sweeping the ground as he rose. "Now now Azrioth.." He spoke aloud, seeing noone else around. ".. you of all should know that you can't rush art." He chuckled happilly as his eyes returned to the waters, watching as the gentle reflection began to dim more and more with the darkening sky. He always loved being able to spend a quiet evening like this, watching the colors of the sky as Rukbat lowered. It was a great scource of inspiration for him, and it was always pleasent to gain a few moments of quiet relaxation with Azrioth under these conditions.

Azrioth craned his neck down and nudge His N'ick slightly, the furthest form of "play" he'd ever really get into. // Yes, I suppose your right MyN'ick. But perhapse one thing we should rush is heading back in. Rukbat is getting lower, and you could always use your rest. As could I. //

N'ick nodded. As much as he hated to leave this beautiful scene, Azrioth was right. Slowly, he propped himself up and dusted off his longcoat. The golden hilt of his sword glittered dimly in the fading light, but he soon tucked it back into the coat out of the way. Then, giving one last stretch as Azrioth rose to his feet, N'ick began to follow the rivers edge back towards the confines of the Weyr, listening contently to the sound of the rushing waters not far from where he trekked.

But..... then as he walked, the mood almost seemed to change, and it was almost like he could feel the presence of anothers suffering close by. That was odd. Who could be suffering on a night like this? And why? On such a happy eve, who could manage to find themselves deep in the realms of sorrow? Then the answer came. For not far ahead of his, there sat a second set of figures. That of a man and a dark colored ruby. Why, he knew that pairing. And while he also knew K'ist to be a quiet, distant person, he had never been aware of anything that would lead to such pain. But then, perhapse he had just simpley not been able to notice before. One thing was certain though, he could notice now. "K'ist?... Are you alright?"

[Lyrikitty]

Before K'ist coud collect himself, and before Ziinyth could warn him that they were no longer alone, human words reached his ears. Kind words, perhaps, though K'ist didn't look to see who spoke. He didn't need to. Zi told him all that was needed to be known. //Azrioth and His. He seems concerned for you.// The Ruby, for all her flaws in personality, was helpful at times, and was good at naming dragons, and a few riders. A moment of silence passed before she could conjure the riders name, and she was pleased when she finally did. //N'ick. That is the rider's name. N'ick and Azrioth.// Not many dragons were good with names, for they lived in the moment, not thinking of past or future. Their memories were often poor, though it seemed the queens and kings were better than the rest at such matters.

K'ist gave a small nod, so miniscule that it was lost to the creeping shadows. Why had the Ruby not warned him in advance? Surely she was not so absorbed in herself that she couldn't look about now and again. But it was senseless to barage himself with questions like that, the answer was never pleasing. He closed his eyes, hoping for a moment that he would be left alone, knowing his luck was not so fair. When he could no longer remain silent and be polite, he sighed, looking from the corner of his eye at N'ick for a heartbeat. Yes, Ziinyth had been right, the man seemed concerned, but what bothered K'ist more was the yellowed tinge that swirled around the edges of Ziinyth's eyes. It was one thing for her to be herself, but K'ist hated to worry the Ruby, to make her fret. /Zi, love, be at ease. I will be fine, you know that dearheart. Now wipe away your troubled gaze, replace it with a kinder hue. It looks better on you./ If nothing else, that would make the Ruby change her attitude, for appearance was everything to her. While Ziinyth refocused her mind, divverting it from her rider and taking to inspecting the Topaz Azrioth, for he was a fine specimen, K'ist focused on his breathing. And on finding words to speak aloud. Why was it so hard to speak when others were around? It was easy to talk to Ziinyth, in a way.

With another deep breath, he forced himself to nod more noticably this time, his hair bobbing gently around his face. "I... I am fine, N'ick. Nothing bothers me that should conern a kingrider such as you." A strained smile was plastered onto his lips, as if by such a thing he could convince the world he was fine. //You lie to yourself as well as others. It is not good practice.//[/color] The Ruby glanced at her rider before once more looking at the Topaz, her tail giving a twitch of interest.

Ziinyth strolled over to Azrioth, her lithe neck arched coyly as her long legs lifted and fell, her paws touching the ground ligthly. //Good eve sire. How do you fair this fine night? The Weyr looks wonderful, a shame it isn't you who sits at the Weyrleader's ledge. You are much more dashing than the Bronze who holds it now. Daisyth must be a fool. Then again, she is but a Gold. Were I the senior queen, I would make much better choices.// She spoke arrogantly, as was often the case, and as she spoke her thoughts turned brighter. Oh yes, she would have made a fine queen. Better than the one's they'd had lately. Who cared for a Gold or Pearl? One was a fool, the other a runt who refused to take any real rank. Bemused with her thoughts, a sly smile touched her lips, and she shuffled her brindled wings slightly as her weight shifted from one paw to another. /No, dear Ziinyth. Rubys were not made to be queens, for they are invaluable as part of the wing. None could outfly you, my love, and none have aim to match./

Purely flattery, and a hope that maybe it would ern a kind word in return, from K'ist. Any rider would say that his or her dragon was best, could fly the fastest, the farthest, the highest, could flame the longest, had the best aim, was the smartest. It was a biased affair, listening to riders talk of their dragons, and K'ist was no exception, aside from the rarity of his speaking to most. He glanced again to the Ruby, and watching her display as she flaunted her way over to the Topaz was an amusing thing, though perhaps it was attractive to dragons. Who knew. True, the Ruby would Rise soon, and of course she was busy getting the attention of the males in the Weyr, but to be so obvious about it? She could do better.

Not better than a king, no, and a Topaz at that, but K'ist knew the Ruby well enough to know she could put on a more subtle, and more effective, show. //Hush you pathetic dimglow! If I were a queen I wouldn't have picked you for starters. I'd have me a pretty little lass who was cowed by me, and was tripping over themself to please me. Instead I have you.//[/color]

Instead I have you. How that stung. K'ist closed his eyes, feeling light-headed and heart-broken. Instead I have you. He knew she was disappointe din him, and he tried. Oh how he tried to please the female, to do anything to keep her happy. Couldn't she see that? Couldn't she see how he did just what she'd described? He bent over backwards for her, tripped over his own feet trying to do as she asked. He hung his head, fighting back the well that threatened once more to burst, and let loose a flood of tears. He failed, and from under his lids seeped a steady flow of salty misery. What good was he to his love if she was never happy, if she was so unpleased with him? He shuddered, placing a hand on the ground to steady himself. What would N'ick think? Stumbling across a rider who sat by the edge of the river and cried to the night, who hide from the world as was only right? K'ist knew the answer to that, N'ick would say the same things Zi would. He would tell him to calm down and stop the tears. To smile, that everything was fine because his Ruby was at his side. But it was the Ruby that caused this, was it not? No... He couldn't let such a thought exist. He shoved it away violently and let his thoughts turn blank, waiting for the sound of N'ick and his dragon leaving, for he was sure that it would son come.




Word Count: 1226
Notes: Yay for Feingo joining![/size][/color]

[feingo]

N'ick stood quiet, his posture athoritative even when relaxed. As he stood, his sword once again settled forward and peaked it hilt from behind his longcoat. But he payed no attention to this, as his mind was already occupied with a different matter. For here was K'ist, seated by the rivers edge, his Ruby at his side, and yet something was causeing him pain enough that N'ick himself had been able to notice, even in the dimming evening light. Worse yet was the fact that he seemed to be shutting himself out from any support, claiming that it was nothing that should concern a Kingrider such as he. He knew that K'ist was one to stray off alone, keeping from others and avoiding conversation. But whether N'ick be the rider of a King, or that of a lesser, it didn't matter. If someone in his Wing was in pain, be it physical or emotional, he couldn't help but feel concern and a longing to comfort them. It was simpley how he was.

Azrioth could sense His N'ick's feelings of compassion towards this Ruby rider, and he simpley gave off a quiet trill to it. It was one of the qualities of His N'ick that he admired more than others. Strange really, as he himself wasn't one to go out of his way for such things unless it was a matter of life and death. But then again, perhapse that was the reason he admired the attribute. Be that as it may, his thoughts and attention were soon taken from such things by the coy advances of the Ruby, remaining silent as she spoke to him in her own... interesting tone. She was quite flirtatious, there were no doubts there, toying with him it seemed with her flattery. She must have been close to her Rise. It would surely explain how she was comming onto him. Still though, she had been nothing but kind to him, and as much as he would rather avoid speaking up, he wouldn't want to come off as rude and set a poor example of himself. //I thank you for your kind words madame, though I find myself one not so much for challenging the decisions of those in their present place of power. At least not now, for there have been no decisions of threat made as of yet. Nevertheless, I appreciate your kind gesture. I am Topaz Azrioth.// Ever so slightly, he gave the Ruby a slight bow of greeting. As he did though, he felt the mood of the area change, and the rider whom His N'ick was presently aiding suddenly sadden. Something was certainly not right.

Now something was definately wrong, and N'ick could no longer play as if nothing were bothering his Wingbrother. He was crying, and that could only mean pain, for they were certainly not tears of joy. His coat rustling gently over the ground, he cover the void between himself and the other rider in a slow, none-threatening walk. Then, once at K'ist's side, he dropped slowly to one knee and placed a comforting hand on the riders shoulder as he wept silently. "Rest easy your defenses K'ist, you needn't hide your emotions away. I most certainly will think none less of you for displaying the human feeling of pain. Now please, what is troubleing you you so greatly brother?" Even as he spoke the words, N'ick was silently trying to conjure an answer to his own question. He knew K'ist to be distant from others, and the only other whom had been present uppon his stumbleing across him had been his Ruby. Surely, his companion couldn't be the cause of such suffering.... could she?

[Lyrikitty]

Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open

.::K'ist//Ziinyth::.

Ziinyth tilted her wedge-shaped head she she listened to the lyrics of the Topaz, and a low, amused rumble of laughter spilled forth, her eyes wrnkling in the corners with her mirth at his words. Ah, did he think her fool? As her laughter died out in her throat, she sighed, counting this as just another dull brute. Obviously. //Dear Topaz, did you think I would not recognize a king from the Weyr of my hatching? Forshame.//[/b] She hadn't noticd the sudden change of atmosphere, nor the heaviness of the mood around, much too absorbed in the wonder that was her. Were she to even glance at her beloved K'ist, she might take note of how her words stung.

K'ist at first cringed away from the hand that reached out to comfort him, almost burned by the touch it would seem, but leaned into after, drawing the much needed support and kindness. Why couldn't Ziinyth offer this to him? Why, for Faranth's sake, did she have to be a Ruby? He loved her, unconditionally, even if at times it was hard to tell, or he thought he hated her, such moments never lasted. Always, always, after a few moments, or perhaps an hour, he would look at her, and any anger, any rage, woould melt away. Lokoing at the Topaz and N'ick, he felt a tinge of jealousy. The way that Azrioth looked at N'ick, how he gave a soft trill of approval and admiration. There was no doubt the bond that was between the two, no moment of second-thought of the pairing. No... They seemed perfect together, just like a dragon and rider should be. He peered up at N'ick for a moment, almost thinking of trying to hamr the man, just to know if his dragon would scream as well, but knowing better. No, there was no sense in trying to harm others, for it wasn't in his nature to start, and he hadn't the courage to bring pain to an undeserving life. He was so frustrated with it all, and had no where to put those feelings. "N'ick... How do I say it? I envy you, I envy Azrioth, I envy nearly every being in this Weyr, on Pern!" Miserably he groaned, covering his face with his hands as if it would help, as if the action would block out everything unhappy, everything that wasn't made of sunshine and daisies.

Ziinyth gave a small forwn, listening in on the thoughts of Hers, and growingconcerned. For all the criticism she often let loose on the world, she did truely care for the man. It had taken time, several turns and very nearly his death for her to realize that she hadn't Impressed to him simply because it was better than Betweening. At the Hatching, she had been sure she was only attracted to the lad because he was somewhat attractive, and he had potential, but nothing more. When he had lay ill with Plague, his life ebbing away... In those terrible, endless days, she had been frantic with worry, had refused to take food, to drink, to move from his side until she was sure that he would live, he would recover. She had a poor way of showing it, but didn't he know? Didn't her K'ist see tht no matter how she acted, he was Hers, and she His? Her many-faceted eyes grew tinged with worry and regret, and she lowered her lovely skull, padding to Hers softly, and glaring momentarily at N'ick, tempted to snap at the hand he had lain on her rider, before touching the tip of her soft muzzle to K'ist's other shoulder, blowing warm air onto him, and consequently N'ick, in apology. //Mine? K'ist? My words were not accurate, and they hurt you. Shall I rephrase it? Had I been a queen, many things would be different. Some might be... Preferential, but never would I have a more willing partner than you.// Oh how hard that was to say, the closest to a clear, eloquently worded aology she would ever, could ever, give to anyone. For a moment, as she gazed at Hers fondly, pleading silently that he show her he cared, and was not mad, time stopped for the Ruby. Once more, their relationship had reached a prefice, and they tottered on the edge, ready to fall to their demise, or to step back to the safetyof solid ground, and into eachother's hearts. The Ruby could scarcely breathe, as she waited, and she lowered herself to the ground, becomming as small as she possibly could, feeling even smaller. She hated that, despised the feeling, but she had brougth it on herself. She wanted to feel free and light, to do as she pleased with no concern for the world, for anyone but herself, and for K'ist.

The rider looked up, startled as Ziinyth's silky muzzle rested against his shoulder lightly, the touch more comfortng than anything N'ick, or anyone else, could ever offer. The Ruby's blast of warm air tussled his hair, her spicey, sweet smelling breath wafting over himm, soaking into his attire and clinging to his skin. Her words... Ah, words he'd been dying to hear since the day he first saw her! Sweet, caring words, from her heart. He lifted a hand, placing it against her cheek, and stroked the soft hide gently. No word was needed to express what he felt, for it washed out to the Ruby in tangible waves. How she hurt him at times, but how he loved her. Looking up at her, her dark coloring, even darker as night crept on and loomed dangerously close, a beacon of light to him, the soft glitter of her scales more beautiful than even a thousand diamonds. No matter how deep she cut him, or how his heart bled from it's wounds, he loved her, and always would. Realizing that N'ick still knealt beside him, and still had a hand on his shoulder to comfort, K'ist looked to the man, his pain, for the moment gone.

No, perhaps gone was not an accurate word, for it never was. The pain he suffered for the love of the Ruby was hidden, lurking farther back, dulled for the moment by Ziinyth's caring display, so rare a treasure that no gem or metal could ever buy it, nor compete in value. Guiltily, he gave a small smile, not so forced as it normally would be, almost natural in it's feel. "I'm sorry N'ick. I had no right to... To burden you with anything, no matter how I might feel. I should be able to handl myself better, or at least have the prudence to make myself scarce if I find the need to dump out emotions in such a rain." Wistfully, he shook his head, and held out a hand to the Topazrider, offering it in gratitude, and perhaps a form of distant friendship. Using Ziinyth as a sort of brace, he rose to his feet, the Ruby offering her aide by nudging her muzzle upwards for him. "Would you like to stop at the kitchens for some klah? I think a hot cup sounds good right now. I'll feel better afterwards." Indeed, a cup of the stimulating drink would be nice, wuld take the self-imposed chill from his bones, and revive his weary mind. Sleep was a poor choice, he knew that if he lay his head on the furs now he'd dream ill. And, now that he was thinking of the kitchens, he realized he'd not yet eaten.

//Shame, MineK'ist. As slight as you are, you should be eating twice what you do now.// The Ruby blinked slowly, amused at how quickly K'ist had changed his attitude, and releived that he bore no ill will to her for her lack of thought. /Is that so? Well, if I have myself some dinner, will you make a trip to the feeding grounds as well? Your due to eat by now, and you'll be rising soon, my love. You must be at your best if you wish your flight to be a good one./

K'ist teased the Ruby lightly, though she seemed to take such matters gravely, and gave a small, serious nod, her gaze once more shifting to stare at the Topaz. Perhaps he would join her as well? It would be much better if she were not alone. //Alright then. Azrioth, would you care to accompany me to the feeding grounds? I hunger, and Mine wishes me to eat.//[/color] She spoke, once more, coyly to the king, almost playfully as she turned from the riders to pad back over to him, swinging her body with each step in an almost rythymic action.

Chuckling, K'ist watched her go, shaking his head slightly. Such abeauty, she was. At time he did wonder about her, and what her thougths were, those times she veiled them from his own mind. As if to remind him, finally, about food, his belly gave a wet grumble, churning in demand of food, and at the thought of the kitchens. Apparently he'd awoken it, and now he was feeling nearly ravenous. Ziinyth would be pleased though, for he was sure to eat more than normal, and she bugged him so about his weight. Nothing he could do about it, for he could eat just as much as she and not gain a pound, figuritively of course. Trying to eat as much as any dragon was ridiculous, and a good way to end up dead, seeing as Zi alone could finish off several herdbeasts happily enough, though she tended to prefer wherry or runner.






Word Count: 1738
Notes: Hmm... Loveliness if I might say so myself. I almost cried while typing this out.[/size][/color]

[feingo]

Azrioth gave himself a mental jolt for his momentary stupidity. Well, that had certainly been absurd of him. to introduce himself to a female who most assuridly knew his name? It was foolish, and had made him seem a fool. These were the reasons he didn't speak unless nessisary. But, oh well. WHat had been done had been done now. No use fretting over it. // I would never assume you to be oblivious to such a notion. I only assure and remind.// The femme was obviosly quite content and admireing of her own visage and self being. A typical ruby, nothing she could do about it. But still, he found it strange that she couldn't immidiately pick up the heavyness of the surrounding mood, especially since the pain seemed to be generating from her own rider.

N'ick remained still and as comforting as possible as K'ist at first seemed to cringe away, but then spill forth what he had been holding within the concaves of his mind. His hand remained on K'ist shoulder, his gripp strengthening ever so slightly in a supportive grasp as the tears began to fall from his wingbrother's shielded face. He had been about to speak up, when suddenly, the Ruby stepped forth to K'ists opposite side, nuzzleing his shoulder and blasting forth a comforting blow of air from her nostrils to her rider. N'ick remained silent and still as the soothing breath blew past his own face, flickering his hair with the gentle breeze. They were talking to each other, that was obvious. But what he still couldn't bring himself to understand was what had sparked this in the first place? Why did K'ist envy him and others?

// Your thoughts are spinning worse than the eye of a great storm, MyN'ick. What are you thinking?// came Azrioth's voice within' his mind. He had been listening in on his riders jumbled and confused thoughts, and though he knew the topic of his riders sporrattic mind, he thought it better to allow N'ick explain for himself. After al it always seemed to clear his mind more efficiently. N'ick diverted his eyes to his Rio momentarily. // Azrioth, it's the strangest case I've ever seen. Call it an absurd idea, and I can only hope that it is incorrect, but I think his pain may be from her. I can't think of why, but there was noone else here when we arrived, and I know of noone whom he associates with. Could... could such a thing be possible?// His eyes turned back to the pair before him. He couldn't think of what they were speaking of, but he only hoped that it would result in upliftment, not pain.

Meanwhile, Azrioth kept his eyes softly planted on his rider, listening as he pondered such things he thought absurd. But He had told N'ick before, there were no such things as absurd nothions. Only those that were incorrect. // Anything is possible, MyN'ick. And in this case, it most certainly could be possible. After all, it is not uncommon for rubys to be a particurly critisizing breed. It could very well be that your wingbrother is hurt by her natural way of being. But remember MyN'ick, it is not a wise idea to pry at such a subject. Better to let the response come to you with time, when the soul is ready.// Azrioth too wished the idea to be false, for it was a shame to think of pain emminating from the bonds of dragon and rider. However, sadly, it was not unheard of.

Once again turning slightly, N'ick gave a nod to his wise friend, before turning back just in time to greet K'ist's words of appology, as well as his kind offer. For now, it seemed the situation had been resolved. Rising to his feet, he spoke in a kind, supportive tone as he reached out and grasped K'ist's offered hand. "You needn't appologize brother. Know that I am always there should you ever need the comfort of another human. And I am more than happy to offer you what support I can. But for now, I can agree that a nice Klah sounds wonderful. I'd be happy to join you." He offered a smile, hoping that his words would be taken as an offer of friendship towards his wingbrother, and noting as the Ruby began to wander off, no doubt towards the feeding grounds. // And perhapse you should join her. It would be a good chance for the two of you to get to know each other. Hehe. Plus, you deserve a nice night off with someone else other than myself talking your ear off.// After saying that, he couldn't help but offer a small outward laugh at the very thought.

Now, he was being told the same thing by two people, and he couldn't help but give off a quiet trill to it. On one hand, he was recieving suggestion from his N'ick that he should take the eve off with the ruby to get to know her and enjoy himself. And on a seperate hand, he was being offered the very same thing by the Ruby as she very enticingly made her way towards and by him, he figure curling and swaying in a rather lovely manner. To both of them, he simpley stated, // As you wish.// Before he slowly turned, and followed her off towards the evening that was soon to come.

Quote for the day:
"Isn't it strange that the pain we cause ourselves on the inside,
can be driven away by the pain we cause ourselves on the outside..."

[Lyrikitty]

Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open

.::K'ist//Ziinyth::.

Ziinyth trilled and arched her slender neck as she made her way tot he feeding grounds, pausing long enough to look over the herds, searching for a beast that would make her a reasonable meal. Indecisive, she frowned, her pretty muzzle turning at the corners. A runner might be nice, but she wouldn't mind a nice, plumb wherry either. Her weight shifted from leg to leg as she ponderd, her gaze flickering from one beast to the next. /Don't gorge yourself. I'd hate for you to get fat, love./ K'ist's warning rang in her mind, though it wasn't needed, for the Ruby would rather die than sacrifice her lovely body.

K'ist nodded, taking the lead and starting for the kitchens. His gait was a mild one, easy for most anyone to hold as well, his hands crossed over his chest in a natural possition of defense. As if that alone would ward off any misery of the world that dared to try and approach him. It was an action that he never thought about, but rather one that came as a second nature, one that simply seemed to happen. His mind was reaching out to Zi right now, listening to hr debate with herself over what she wanted, could almost see through her eyes as she looked the herds over carefully, picky creature she was.

Ziinyth gave a small nod, and careful extracted K'ist from her mind, rumbling softly at him. //Now now, I can think on my own. Go. Be social and friendly to Azrioth's, for the Topaz may be one who joins my Flight, and you'll not be going about making enemies with my potential mates, hera me?// The Ruby shook her head, turning to shift her gaze away from the creatures grazing below to the Topaz Azrioth. He was a fine beast, witty and attractive, and he held a higher rank than she. For her it would be a good match, though with Daisyth due to Rise soon as well, most kings in the Weyr would be saving their energy, stocking up so that when the day came they'd be ready. No matter, there were plenty of other males on Pern, and so far as she knew her Flight was to be open, and Weyr could participate, if they happened to be in the area. //Azrioth, what are you thinking about having a ncie runner, though perhaps a plump wherry would be better...//[/color] She frowned again for a moment, then rolled her shoulders in an almost feline manner, coyly, dangerously. True, she was no Emerald, no giant, no beast, but she was still a dragon, by faranth, and she was a Ruby at that, the female version of an Emerald, if ever there was one.

K'ist finally reached the kitchens, having said nothing much on the way had made for a dull walk, but as the rich smells of food wafted to his nostrils, he smiled, his mouth filling with saliva as he caught sight of a tray of fresh meatrolls, just out of the oven. Who needs pastries when such tastey meals were available? A pot of rich stew simmered over a fire, as well as a pot of klah, still warm, but not at it's freshest. K'ist paused, mulling his choices over, and glanced to N'ick curiously. What would the rider want?



Word Count: 637
Character: K'ist of Ziinyth
Notes: *gags* God this is horrid, but I owed the reply and so here it is. Sorry dear.



[/center][/size][/color]