Thus the Sky Rained Fish [open]

[Breeze]

75.13.10 | mid-day | ledge outside the kitchens, moving into the bowl

Kyton perched on the edge of the ledge outside of the kitchen and dining halls, one leg tucked securely underneath him and the other hanging off the ledge in the open air, tying a fishing fly. He had tried to help the healers make something for the smoke inhalation, or something of the sort he still wasn't quite sure what they were trying to have him do. The first time he had tried to make it the failure had been dismissed, seeing as it was a first try. The second try had garnered more irritation from his instructor, and he had had her carefully repeat the instructions twice before she even allowed him back near the supplies. The third failed attempt had happened and she had simply told him to leave. Kyton puffed out a breath, finishing off the body of the brightly colored fish design.

He held the fly up to his face, pulling a puckered fish face as he stared blankly at the fly. Kyton let his expression drop into a slight frown, racing a hand through already mused auburn hair and setting the small object on his knee before reaching into his tackle kit to search for an appropriate feather to attach. "Shards!" He exclaimed as the fly slipped off of his knee, jolting in an attempt to catch it and spilling the contents of the kit across the ledge. "Watch your heads!" He called down to the figures down in the bowl as the fly-and the hook it was attached to-plummeted downwards.

Kyton jolted to his feet, sweeping the spilled objects back into his kit as he raced down to the bowl. "Sorry, sorry," He mumbled as he knocked past people as he rushed down the corridor. He slid slightly as his shoulder caught slightly on the side of a wall, causing his boots to loose grip and propelling him out the door at a much higher speed than he had anticipated, making him wobble slightly as he regained his balance. Kyton wrinkled his nose as the smell of smoke hit his nose once more, although he straightened further and glided over to where he thought the fly might have dropped. That was my last hook!The irritated thought crept into the boy's mind as he began to systematically walk in rows, scanning the ground carefully for any sign of the fly.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

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Viarth burst out of betweeninto the orange light of the warm (hot) mid-day sun. There was less smoke here than out over the front line of the fire; indeed, today was one of the better days, as far as smoke at the Weyr, but that wasn't saying much.

Rest-break-sleep-nap-good.

K'tar sighed. Sure, sure, you nap while I fix those straps.

Well, I tried that one time, but it my teeth are too big to puncture the leather properly,

K'tar laughed, swaying easily with Viarth's motion as the Purple back-winged to a landing. Suddenly, the Purple slipped sideways, dodging and skidding along the ground.

"What the...!"

K'tar snapped his head around. Right where Viarth was going to land, an auburn-haired youth had just emerged from a door, wobbling slightly. While K'tar continued to stare, the young man started looking for something.

More interesting than strap fixes, K'tar thought, starting to unbuckle the water buckets strapped to Viarth's side.

"What are you looking for?" he called out, from the far side of Viarth.

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Kyton knelt rather quickly as the dragon appeared, playing the motion off as inspecting the ground closer, picking up a rather shiny rock-which was certainly not the fly-before returning it to the ground. "Nothing really important," He responded to the question without looking up to see who he was addressing, which wasn't strictly true. He imagined that no one else would find a fly to be as important as he did, though, and therefore the answer was probably true concerning the other person. "Just a half finished fishing fly." He frowned at the ground, not finding the object in his immediate vicinity, meaning he had no excuse to remain on the ground any longer.

He straightened, brushing his clothes clean before racing a hand through his hair again. His hazel green eyes were fixed to the ground for a moment longer, before he puffed out a slight sigh, turning his head up to look over at where the voice had come from. His eyes widened at the sight of Viarth, taking in his royal purple color, before collecting himself and assuming a less awed expression."Do you need any help with anything?" Kyton questioned, rocking back on his heels, eyes still fixed on Viarth. He should at least help the rider in some way, as he had taken the spot where the dragon had been going to land. Then he could get back to his searching, and if he helped the rider there was the possibility that he could get a closer look at the dragon. He finally averted his gaze from the dragon, attempting to spot the rider, waiting for an answer.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

K'tarMine, human-here likes me.

Viarth shifted, curving his side towards K'tar so that he could move his head closer to the other human, eyes whirling a slow blue-green.

K'tar grinned at Viarth's antics, then ducked under the dragon's neck so as to address the other youth.

"Actually, if you could help me unbuckle these buckets, I'll help you look for the fly," K'tar said.

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Kyton's eyes widened as Viarth moved his head closer, trying to remember what blue-green eyes meant-hoping it was something good and that he hadn't offended the dragon by staring somehow. "R-right, buckets." Kyton stammered slightly and nodded, approaching Viarth carefully and reaching for the buckles. He fumbled slightly, before shaking his head and focusing on the task, quickly unbuckling the buckets. "Would it be rude to ask his name?" He questioned after a moment, realizing he had failed to introduce himself. "I'm Kyton, by the way, from Cliffside."

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

"Rude? Hardly," K'tar answered with a quick laugh. "He's Viarth. I'm K'tar, originally from Stormy Plains. Nice to meet you."

K'tar grabbed a bucket and started hauling it over to the pile of empty buckets, over by wall near the kitchen.

Viarth...

Oh... Hello Kyton, pleased to meet you.

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Kyton picked up another bucket, following after, stumbling slightly as he was spoken to. He was stumbling rather a lot today, he noted, before focusing back on the matters at hand. “You have a very nice purple color Viarth.” He addressed the dragon, setting down his bucket in the pile, racing a hand through his hair. “Is it difficult for him to fly with all the smoke and such?”

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Viarth curved his neck, posing like a feline. He liked Kyton.

K’tar managed to sigh and shrug at the same time. “No more so than it is for any other dragon," he said, exhaustion driving honesty. "The Healers and LifeWings are saying it hits the riders worse—” K’tar leaned against the wall, coughing. “—sorry. But the dragons aren’t liking it much. The smoke’s worse once you’re in the air, and we had to do a lot of close-in today. That’s the worst for the dragons — and riders — flying low to dump the water on the outskirts of the blaze.”

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Kyton frowned, studying K’tar briefly. “That doesn’t seem to be very effective.” He commented. “Have you seen someone for that cough yet? If you haven’t you should do that instead of help me look for the fly. I was helping the healers make something in the kitchens before they told me to leave, although I’m not quite sure what it was. It might be something that could help with coughing.”

Kyton glanced back towards Viarth, noticing the pose and raising an eyebrow. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a dragon do that before.” He tilted his head to the side, attempting to place what the dragon resembled. “He looks like a feline, does he do that often?" He questioned, straightening his posture again.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

K’tar perked up. He’d been intending to put off the cough treatment until tomorrow (or even the day after if he could keep it under Wingleader D’gan’s radar), because he really wasn’t interested in hiking (or even flying) to the Aerie. However, if he could catch the Healers in the kitchen…

“Not yet. I was going to wait a day or so, but if the Healers are really in the kit—” cough cough “—chen, I think I’ll stop by.”

Viarth, watching Kyton’s head tilt, imitated the motion. K’tar laughed. It sounded a little raspy, but such was the price of flying right now. “He does it all the time. I’m trying to figure out where the feline entered his bloodline.”

The buckets delivered, K’tar started back to grab another couple of them.

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Kyton laughed lightly at Viarth's motion. "I assume it entered the bloodline fairly recently. Soon there will be a high demand for feline-dragons, be glad you got one before they're common." He joked, following after K'tar and picking up a few more buckets."if you'd like I can take care of the rest of the buckets and you can go up. I've been bored out of my mind anyway, and I was just about finished with the fly." Plus this way if anyone asks me why I am no longer helping in the kitchens, I could give this as an explanation instead of telling them I'm completely useless when it comes to brewing things. Kyton frowned briefly, a slight amount of guilt plaguing him at the thought, before he forced the frown off, replacing it with a grin. He really should help out the Weyr in some way, and at least this was something he actually knew how to do.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

K’tar laughed, tossing his head back. “Feline-dragons” for some reason gave him an image of a dragon with a feline’s head, covered with fur.

That’s a good idea! We should arrange a fur-coat for me!

K’tar laughed even harder. “He says—” cough “he—” cough “wants a—” cough “fur—” cough cough “coat.” K’tar’s voice dissolved into a brief coughing fit. He set the buckets down; took a couple deep breaths.

“I might need to take you up on that,” he said, carefully pacing his words so that he didn’t set off more coughing. He glanced at the kitchens, then down at the buckets. He knew the Healers would tell him not to fly, but, well, if he was heard coughing like this, there were Healers, many Healers, who would just go straight to Wingleader D’gan or even Weyrleader T’kar, and have him pulled from the list of active duty riders.

He sighed, grabbing one of the buckets and dragging it over to the pile. “Thanks Kyton,” he said, before dragging himself into the kitchen in search of a Healer.

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“We’ll just have to see about making you a fur coat then,” Kyton commented to Viarth as he proceeded to finish moving the buckets to their new location, humming a random tune. He finished rather quickly, pausing to take up more time by making sure that they were all perfectly placed, before puffing out a breath. I’ll find the fly and then go back to the kitchens and see if maybe there isn’t something else that I could help with. Something that I might not make a complete mess of. He thought, nodding his head once and resuming the search that K’tar had interrupted.