A Morning Walk and a Purple Flop [open]

[Breeze]

 76.02.22|Morning|Weyr Bowl

This is completely unnecessary, Bryath's voice chimed in K'ton's mind, her irritation making her sound far different than her usual cheerful or teasing tone. K'ton rolled his eyes, carefully adjusting her position in his arms. She really was a bit too big now for him to even try to carry, but if he put her down then he would be giving in. I can walk just fine, there is nothing wrong with my legs, only my-Bryath broke off to cough softly, sticking her nose in the air once she was done. Only my throat-nose isn't working properly.

"And your throat-nose, which can be called your breathing passage," He teased the purple lightly, grinning, before it dropped from his face into a more serious expression, "gets worse when you walk. If you would've just agreed to wear one of those little mask...cover...things we wouldn't be having this problem!" He popped a kiss lightly on the top of her head.

Stop that, or I will lick your hair. Bryath threatened in an equally teasing tone, before growing serious, And the cough is not as bad as some of the riders I have heard. And if we go to see someone, they will make us stop watching the sunrise from the high place, and I like watching the sunrise. She stared at K'ton, a pale yellow weaving it's way briefly into her eyes, causing a slight sense of anxiety to enter into them both.

I know you do, K'ton responding, wincing as her claws tightened on his shoulder as he made to head up a set of stairs. "Bryath, loosen up a bit." He comanded, turning away from the stairs and heading back out into the bowl. She tightened the claws slightly more, and the sound of tearing fabric reached his ears. "Bryath!"

Put me down. Bryath commanded firmly. I do not look good when you are carrying me, and we are in the Bowl, where anyone may see.

"And you think I look good when I'm carrying you?" K'ton snipped in response, earning a knock to the chin by Bryath's head. "Stop that, you're beginning to act like a sun-crazed wherry. I'm not putting you down until we get a second opinion on what to do. You don't want to go to the Aerie, even though I think that's what we need to do. You're heavy enough as it is, making it quite hard for me to carry you even without your constant fidgeting." K'ton groused. Bryath fumed silently, her eyes whirling red briefly, however she ceased her fidgeting. "Thank you," K'ton exhaled in relief popping another brief kiss on the top of the purple's head. His relief didn't last long, as a moment later Bryath's tongue shot out and licked him from nose to the top of his hair. He let out an undignified shriek as the action unbalanced him and he fell backwards, crashing to the hard ground of the Bowl.

Your hair tastes bad. Bryath commented from her perch atop him. K'ton didn't respond or move from where he had fallen. He stared up at the sky, trying to breath with the weight of his dragon on him and regain coherent thought.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

The last thing K’tar had ever expected to see upon entering the Bowl was an acquaintance of his, trapped beneath nearly seven and a half feet of Purple dragon — not even counting the equally long tail, or the roughly 5 foot neck, or the two foot head.

“K’ton! You ok?”

K’tar stepped closer, trailed by the omnipresent Altahyr, who like all canines refused to heed any instruction that meant he did not accompany his human to a location with food. Upon closer inspection, it didn’t seem that K’ton had been knocked out or anything, and his weyrling Purple was positioned in such a way as to avoid crushing him. With that, the scene became rather humorous.

“What happened?” K’tar asked, swallowing his grin, temporarily at least, for propriety’s sake. He wasn’t completely sure that K’ton was unhurt, after all.

[Breeze]

"She's trying to kill me," K'ton groaned from his position under Bryath. Upon further contemplating it really had been quite wherry brained to try and carry the Purple, but he had been worried, and it was the only thing that had crossed his mind that might make the coughing better. And it might of worked if it wasn't Bryath he had been carrying.

Nonsense, Bryath primly lifted her head, crossing her front legs before looking over at K'tar. I was not trying to kill him. He was set on making me look completely unflattering, and useless. I told him to put me down, and he did not. 

"Once again, Bryath, do you think I look good when carrying a large purple wherry around the bowl? No. Neither of us look good, it was a compromise." K'ton grumbled, shifting to a sitting position and rubbing the back of his head, almost falling backwards again when Bryath snorted right in his face, before moving off of him, turning her back to him.

I am not a purple wherry, The last word was stained with a heavy disdain, You are the wherry, you..you..deadglow! Bryath looked back at her rider, huffing again, before sitting properly once more, end of her tail flipping back and fourth in annoyance, fixing her gaze on K'tar. Tell him that he is the wherry, not me. She commanded, sticking her nose up in the air slightly. Also tell him he has still not introduced me to any of the new dragonets, or any new dragons for that matter, and I am rather cross with him.

"Bryath, I can hear everything that you are saying." K'ton groused as he got to his feet, brushing himself off.

Bryath held her head even higher if possible, coughing lightly and acting as if she had not heard her rider. Also tell him that his hair tastes like a heardbeast smells. The mirth had returned to her tone again. I would highly suggest that no one go remotely near his hair.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Maybe it was inappropriate to laugh. In which case, it was a good thing for propriety that K’tar restrained himself to grinning. Broadly grinning. His friend didn’t appear to be hurt, and that freed the scene to once more be funny, particularly as Bryath continued talking. Indeed, he was forced to indulge in a brief spurt of laughter at the very end, when Bryath informed him that K’ton’s hair should be avoided.

Then, of course, the laughter had to continue, for Altahyr decided to investigate the situation, and jumped up to lick K’ton’s face.

“Altahyr!” K’tar shouted. The attempt at sounding displeased was somewhat spoiled by the fact that he had to get the word out between laughs.

“You ok?” he asked K’ton, as soon as Altahyr settled to the ground.

[Breeze]

"As good as can be expected when your face is almost licked off," K'ton groused, rubbing at his face with the sleeve of his light green tunic, wrinkling his nose in disapproval as he looked down at the now damp sleeve. That was disgusting. A faint red tinged his face in embarrassment. First he fell, and now he had canine slobber all of him, today was clearly not going to be his day.

Chin up, no one cares,The tip of Bryath's tail flicked in slight irritation as her riders self-consciousness, although her gaze was fixed on Altahyr, head cocking to the side as she got to her feet, coughing with the motion, wheezing in slightly. K'ton's attention immedeately focused back in on the purple. That was new, and concerning. I am fine! I want to investigate the furry little licking beast. And you are not going to stop me. You cough too, mine are nothing to worry about. She dismissed, crouching her front legs down and extending her neck and head towards Altahyr, advancing at a slow crawl. She stopped a short while away, tilting her head to the side, shaking her hindlegs as if preparing to pounce. "Bryath, don't you dare-Bryath!" The shout was full of annoyance as Bryath launched herself towards the canine, stopping short, coughing.

Bryath lifted her head and glared back at him in annoyance, before looking towards the canine again, primly sitting, focusing her attention on making her coughs fade, succeeding in about half a minute. She then extended her head towards the canine again. 

K'ton let out a weary sigh, gaze lingering on Bryath before shifting up to K'tar again, "Was Viarth ever this much trouble?" He questioned, gaze snapping back to his dragon as a muffled cough met his ears. "And there's the coughing. That's not normal, but she refuses to take my opinion on the matter into consideration. I'm not just being a mother hen, am I? It is something to worry about?" He raced a hand through his hair, wincing as it graced the back of his head. Okay. Bad move, don't do that again.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Altahyr greeted the draconic approach by placing both of his front legs lat on the ground, elevating his rump into the air as he wagged his tail and backed excitedly. He sprang backwards as the dragon pounced towards him. He didn’t care if she was more than twicve his own length, excluding tails and necks. After all, he’d played with Viarth when that dragon was almost three times his own length.

Altahyr crept closer, tail still wagging, as Bryath stopped to cough, and extended his own head to meet hers. The scene was a little funny, what with the fact that Bryath’s head was about two thirds the size of Altahyr’s entire body.

“Viarth… well, there wasn’t smoke around, but he liked to roll in the mud,” K’tar grinned. “As to the coughing, well, it’s hard to say.” The grin turned to a slight grimace and a shrug, as K’tar fought down a cough of his own. “After all, so many dragons are coughing now… It couldn’t hurt to get it looked at. Maybe if you went to the Healers’ too?”

[Breeze]

Bryath cocked her head to the side, moving into a crouch again, wiggling her rear before bouncing up on her forelegs and dodging to the side of Altahyr. She liked this new friend! She turned, lowering her forelegs again to mimic the canine's position, bouncing slightly again, eyes whirling a cheerful green color. He was quite a bit smaller than she was though, so she would have to let him determine the level of play. She focused her entire attention on Altahyr, thoroughly disregarding the conversation between her's and K'tar.

"That's where I was attempting to take her," K'ton huffed out a breath, "However, her royal highness refuses to cooperate." He turned to look at the dragon in question, stifling a laugh, although he couldn't keep the amusement from his tone. "At least I don't have to worry about mud, that would be a pain to keep her constantly clean. She's a time consumer when she wants to be clean." He rolled his eyes. "Are you free right now or do you need to go do important rider business?" K'tar questioned after a moment of silent contemplation.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Altahyr danced forward, somehow managing to stay crouched as he bounced from side to side. With an excited bark, he sprang towards Bryath, then jumped again, this time clearly aiming to jump over the dragon’s back. Like the dragon, he was ignoring what the humans were doing. After all, they weren’t playing with him.

“I’m free until about noon,” K’tar answered, grinning as he glanced over at his friend. “Then I have to be at the meeting we’re having before practice.”

[Breeze]

K'ton allowed a grin to slid onto his face, "Want to go cause a bit of mischief? They were making some sort of pie in the kitchen when I passed by and they quickly ushered me out." To be frank K'ton was bored, so completely bored that he was willing to do about anything to distract himself from his boredom and concern. And if the pies were there then the pies were going to be what he took his boredom out on.

Bryath pressed herself low against the ground so that Altahyr could clear the distance over her back. She then rolled to the side, curling before shooting towards the canine in an attempt to clear him in the same manner, wings pressed tightly against her back to not encumber her leap in any manner. The human conversation was quite boring. She pondered if she would be able to communicate with the animal, deciding that she probably wouldn't and remaining silent.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

K’tar’s answering grin said it all. Maybe this was what he needed, take his mind off things. Certainly, since encountering K’ton he hadn’t been remembering the letter…

K’tar forced his mind away from the subject. “Of course I do!” he exclaimed. Ok, maybe he didn’t have as much energy as might otherwise have been the case, but like a racing runnerbeast presented with the starting line, he felt all his energy return at the prospect of having fun (read: causing mischief). “Pies you say,” he continued, a look of almost dreamy contemplation crossing his face. “Now that does present opportunities.”

If possible, the grin splitting his face now was even larger than the one he’d answered K’ton with, just a few seconds earlier.

Altahyr dropped to the ground, panting, as the dragon jumped over him. He was fully enjoying himself, as only a canine could. No thought for the future, no concern for the past. Naturally, he was oblivious to the fact that the humans were making plans.

[Breeze]

K'ton arched an eyebrow in amusement at the look that crossed over K'tar's face, as well as the grin. "Pies certainly do present a multitude of opportunities. Should we go relieve them of a few?" He questioned, rocking back on his heels, a sly grin sliding onto his face. It had been a while since he did anything remotely fun, taking care of Bryath had been consuming him. While he loved the little dragon, and taking care of her was fun in it's own special manner, he did want to do something outside of the Purple every now and then.

Whatever you do, make sure you do not get caught, Bryath advised, landing, shaking her haunches as she returned to look back at Altahyr. And if you do get caught, don't be a wherry. She teased slightly, before ignoring them completely.

"Bryath, that doesn't even make sense," K'ton wrinkled his nose as he tried to determine what the dragon had been implying, before shrugging, returning his attention to making plans. "One of us will probably need to make a distraction.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

“It would only be polite of us to relieve them of several pies,” K’tar’s smile was positively radiant now. “After all, all those pies must be taking up quite a lot of counter space, which they could be using to cool more pies, if only they had the room. We should, of course, being honorable Riders, assist with clearing the space, as much as possible.”

Glancing over his shoulder, K’tar studied the wall between the two of them and the kitchen, as if he could already see inside. “Two questions: how fast are you, and how many pies can you carry?”

[Breeze]

"I'm fairly fast." K'ton responded, pondering the second part of the question, "And most likely only three pies." He looked back at the wall, running a hand through his hair in contemplation. "How many can you carry?" He tapped his foot as he began to scheme. "The more pies we relieve them of, the more of a help we can be to the workers. After all, surely they want optimal room for cooling."

A cheshire grin took over his mouth as he glanced back at K'tar. "We could always get a bag of some sort, that would clear up the most room for the pies, wouldn't it?"

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

K’tar grinned right back. “A bag or, two bags, that would be best. You’re quite right about how much more space we’ll be able to clear by using the bags. On the other hand…”

Why not use your cover-body-shirts? Tie off the neck and arms, and they should work as a bag.

Good idea! K’tar immediately pulled his shirt off and set about modifying it with a few well-tied knots. “We do this with the shirts, and then we can just go right in.”

Glancing towards where Altahyr and Bryath were playing, K’tar continued: “I even have an idea for a diversion. Altahyr, come!”

Altahyr, who’d just landed after leaping away from the Purple weyrling, raised his head and cocked it to one side, his tongue lolling out as he fixed K’tar with quizzical canine eyes.

K’tar snapped his fingers, and Altahyr trotted over.

[Breeze]

K'ton shucked his shirt off, following K'tar's lead and strategically tying a few knots to make it into a functioning bag. "These will be much better than bags," He commented, holding the shirt up to examine it, this would work quite nicely.

K'ton, you are taking away my play mate. Bryath commented, following Altahyr over to the pair, nudging K'ton with her muzzle before looking at the shirt-bags. What are those things? She questioned, moving to sniff at K'ton's, before he pulled it out of her reach. 

"These are bags, and don't worry about not having a play mate, you'll get a pie out of this." K'ton reassured as Bryath settled to lay on the ground of the bowl, the end of her tail twitching slightly.

Make it two, and we'll have a deal. She bargained, amusement filling her tone.

"I'll make it two and then I'll oil you again," K'ton agreed with a beam, before returning his attention back to K'tar. He clearly hadn't mastered the art of only telepathic communication with Bryath quite yet. "What type of distraction is your canine going to cause?" He asked curiously.