Morning Greetings (Kaya/Rilora)

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

74.09.20|Near dawn|Weyrwoman’s weyr

T’kar couldn’t see the sky outside from the hallway which he strode down, moving as quietly as he could manage, but he knew what it would look like, even without asking Ancalanath. The sky would be just starting to lighten to the east, the moons still clearly visible and still a major source of illumination. That did not matter. What mattered was that he reach his destination undetected, without any alert which might spoil the surprise.

T’kar… Ancalanath’s voice trailed off. No matter that the RR Flame might hide it, he was enjoying his anticipation of the events. Indeed, had he been a human, he would have been grinning.

T’kar smiled. Almost there, he replied, slipping through the entrance to the Weyrwoman’s weyr. He paused, blinking his eyes quickly to adjust to the pale light, then crossed slowly to the bed. Smiling at the sight of Rilora asleep, he slipped closer, ringing her head with flowers before placing a bouquet of them on her chest.

“Time to wake up,” he whispered, kissing her before drawing back slightly, so that she’d have room to sit up. He wrestled with his urge to grin, mostly successfully, but one corner of his mouth tipped up anyway as he waited for Rilora’s response.

[Kaya]

Sleep is a quiet and blissful thing, but it doesn't last. Some days, it flees early. Such was this day. So when T'kar prompted she wake, Rilora had already been rising into consciousness. The sounds of motion and the new feel of something on her skin had her mind slowly opening back up to the waking world. She started to turn over when her arm felt something fall off it, and something slide across her chest. Denied rolling, and with some faint echo, perhaps of words that didn't yet make sense, she started to sit up, though she still felt things brush on her arms. She rubbed her eyes and gave a great yawn like she sometimes saw Bel do. Then she tried to look around and see what was going on.

She saw a rather pleased looking T'kar, though still quite blurry. She rubbed her eyes again. Bel gave a mew of protest that her bed was being upset in the middle of the night. Rilora reached to give the growing kitten a scratch on the head. She looked down at the sheets and saw flowers. Flowers every where. The line of I'm starting to think you like these more than I do floated through her thoughts but she was still too occupied with waking up to be funny.

She stretched, picked up the bundle of flowers that had settled on her lap and looked up at T'kar with a bit of a smile. "Morning already?" she asked with a crack in her waking voice. Bel looked up at the one who woke them and cried to be petted, reaching out a paw at him.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

T’kar’s quirked lip grew into a full smile as Rilora started to sit up and yawned. He had to wonder if she knew that the resemblance between her and Bel was striking when she did that. As if the thought of the kitten summoned her to alertness, Bel mewed.

Mine, you are being odd, Ancalanath informed him. Not because the dragon actually thought that, but because he didn’t want to mar kingly dignity by admitting that he agreed with his rider that this was enjoyable.

I’m not the one who was praising the shape of someone’s tail, T’kar responded with a grin. Ancalanath didn’t choose to dignify that with a response, which of course only served to amuse T’kar further.

“It is indeed technically morning,” T’kar said, smiling at Rilora and reaching out to pet Bel as he answered Rilora’s question. He scratched the top of Bel’s head for a couple seconds, leaning against the bed, then sat down on the edge of it. He was still grinning broadly, flushed with the success of his flower delivery and with the presence of his weyrmate.