Lan was tired. He was up a bit early, so he was walking alone, but for Arc who was making a nest in his hair. His schedule had gotten out of the usual, since he had been walking up in the middle of the day, going back to sleep and then waking up again when it was night. The evening was a good time though, and he largely missed it. He yawned as he walked, rubbing his face. He’d forgotten to shave again. That made him sigh. Ah well. He was on a bit of a time limit, as he had to go out, get everything he wanted to done, and then make it back before Ethilask made a mess of everything. She did not like thinking he was giving his attention elsewhere when he could be giving it to her. So he had to be careful about the time. For now, it was well before the time he usually woke up, so she should not miss him for a while.
He stopped on his walk to ask a passerby if they had seen Saddyris. They directed him further on, and he headed that way, observing the odd looks he got. He attributed that to Arc on his head. She was loving this walk without the others, and she was comfortable. So he left her where she was as he walked on looking for the Clan woman.
Things in the weyr were tense to say the very least. No more than a sevenday before a weyrling had been stolen from her bed from under the nose of her own dragon--or so it was told--sending the entire Weyr into a panick. She'd joined wherhandlers and guards along the perimeter with her returned cousin, weilding bow and arrows. Things still hadn't quite settled down and the guards were still doubled. Saddyris, being an ambassador for her clan and aside from her brother who'd been taken as a Candidate, the only one on good standing with the weyr since her cousin's stunt at the previous hatching. She'd offered to help with watch duties when she was in the weyr and given the state of things, hadn't actually been allowed to leave just yet to inform her grandfather about what had happened in person.
She'd just finished just such a watch when Poica stirred from her perch and chirpped cheerfully. Mud stirred as well but by the wag of his tail she knew that it was someone she knew. The canine would've been far more stand-offish otherwise and had his own special greeting for Dyranor who was no doubt off being his typical moronic self. Peeling off the enforced hide vest she'd been given for watch duty, she pulled the ends of her tunic from her trousers and unfastened her belt. When Mud's soft woof alerted her that there was someone at the door, Saddyris pulled her braid over her shoulder and undid the tie, combing her fingers through thick, dark locks. "You can come in."
Lan hadn’t even touched the door when he was told to come in. Hmm, Saddyris was waiting for someone? He didn’t know, he just did as requested and came inside. He noted that she had her crew with her, the canine wagging his tail and the colorful firelizard looking up and around. Arc chirped a greeting to Poica, not entirely sure about the canine. She was getting used to Ethilask, but she remained relatively unsure of many creatures. Fortunately she was already on Lan, and that made her feel safe. The man himself noted Arc’s mood, but he left the White alone for the time being.
“H-hello Saddyris. D-do you have time b-before it gets r-really late?” He would have more to do when it got truly dark. Lessons, dealing with Ethilask, weapon training, he had a bit to do. For now what he wanted to do was… something different. “Assuming y-you aren’t t-t-too busy of c-course.” She had a lot of stuff on her plate too. The last sevenday hadn’t been particularly light on any of the folks he knew. He hoped that this might lighten up at least one person’s day. Maybe. He wasn’t at all sure how this would be taken.