You Calling me a Liar? (T'kar/Ghost)

[Cait]

Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)

3077.05.20

Mid to Late Morning
Weyr of T'kar and Ancalanath

Before her shift had ended, Dalonia had heard that T'kar was to visit Telgar on a diplomatic mission later that day. Her initial reaction had been one of concern which had confused her. But instinctual creature that she was, she didn't think overly long on it before she found herself traversing the various corridors and stairways that would lead to the man's weyr. It was breakfast so she knew it was likely that he was eating and she'd seen the massive lizard on his ledge.

The only thing she would acknowledge to herself was that she didn't like the idea of T'kar being on the main continent without her. She didn't like him being within reach of B'rek who was now a dragonrider. She didn't like him on the same land mass as her brothers who somehow had discovered her aggravating attachment to the man. Once she reached his door, she slipped in without bothering to knock. More than once she'd been forced to nap here and she was fairly certain he was out in any case.

She'd never speak the words to the man's face, but she was worried about T'kar. She worried about him any time he left the Weyr. It was maddening but unavoidable. Anyone who was particularly observant would notice that Dalonia's growly, surly nature became worse whenever the man left. She became more irritable and quicker to snap, she slept very little and paced more frequently. She tried to explain it away as her disliking the fact that one of the Weyr's more competent fighters and leaders was away and therefore unable to defend or lend aid but there was always that underlying anxiety that her brothers would make good on their promise to do him harm. That fear that they would take him from her the children.

Stalking across the room, only sparing a glance to the various corners to be sure that there was no one lurking, Dalonia made her way to the ledge and directly up to the lounging RR Flame. Tapping him with the toe of her boot--it couldn't be considered a kick really, there was no force behind it and even if there was, a dragon would hardly be affected--she grunted. "Hey. I need to talk to you."

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Tag: Cait

Ancalanath was enjoying a nice sunbath on this, the day his Wing took off from practice. He would be flying later, he already knew that, just like he knew that he would soon be in the far less warm sun at Telgar, and would probably be there all afternoon too. Technically, his rider didn’t have the assignment to deliver the missives back to their original home yet, but theFlame didn’t doubt for a second that his rider would have the assignment soon. He wanted to get as much warmth soaked up as possible, for even ‘winter’ here was warmer than summer in Telgar, on average.

His rider was still eating, so the sudden contact of something moderately hard against his nose was surprising, to say the least. He pulled his head back and away, raising it to llook down at the source of this sensation. By the time he’d finished pulling it back though, he already knew. The Sr/ Wherhandler. Of course. She needed to talk to him? Whatever for?

Talk then.

Snorting, he set his head back down, regarding Dalonia through one slowly whirling eye. Mostly green-blue, with only the smallest hints of annoyed orange, as yet.

[Cait]

Without so much as a flinch as the dragon lifted his head, Dalonia waited for him to settle before tilting her head as he regarded her with a single swirling eye that was easily a deal larger than her. Though neither being would agree and would likely slaughter anyone who suggested so, the two were truly quite similar in their temperaments and even their motives at times. Dalonia had even come to respect if not entirely trust the dragon, which was saying a great deal considering her aversion to dragonkin as a whole.

"I know that ye will be leaving fer Telgar in short order." She began, not one to mince words. Though at least she was doing more than snarling and grunting...for the moment. "If ya let anything happen to him, lizard...between will be a paradise compared to what I'll do t' ya." It was mostly bluster but the sentiment was there. Keep T'kar safe...or else! Thief, who had latched onto the wall inside the weyr hissed as Pest landed on the furs that covered the bed and began to root around for a good spot.

"Ye'll bring him home, Ancalanath or I'll turn ye into chew toys fer the whers!"

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Ancalanath snorted. As if he’d let anything happen to his rider. It wasn’t in his company that the man usually came to be injured. Although that might have had something to do with the fact that nothing wanted to mess with a fully grown RR Flame dragon. Nothing sane, at least. This particular human was not, in Ancalanath’s opinion, possessed of an overabundance of that quality. She still had the infuriating habit of calling him a lizard, after all.

I do, the Flame stated, eye gradually shifting towards a more orange shade in general annoyance. Now, I was napping…

Ancalanath, what’s going on? T’kar reached out towards the dragon’s mind, wondering what had caused the RR Flame to end his nap early.

Your mate is here, Ancalanath informed him, as though that explained everything. Perhaps it even did, because with a sigh T’kar excused himself and started towards his weyr.

[Cait]

Dalonia noticed the shift in the color of his eye but wasn't about to let up. For whatever reason, even though T'kar was no longer Weyrleader, his safety mattered to her; almost to the point of distraction at times. Oh, she did her best to ignore it or simply leave it unacknowledged and lingering in her mind, but it was rather troublesome. "Look, I know ya don' like me an' I don' care." She shifted and crossed her arms over her chest as she tried to find the right words to express how very much she needed the damn lizard to bring his rider back.

"Just...I can't...don' let anythin' happen to him." She hesitated briefly before moving slightly so that she could reach out and place a rough, calloused and scarred hand on the dragon's nose. She didn't hit or punch, just simply lay it there, her fingers curing slightly, fingertips grazing over his bright hide. "Please." That single word, spoken in a soft, rough voice held all her insecurities and anxieties and confusion over the emotions she was battling. It was not a word she was used to using as it was never one she was used to hearing.

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Ancalanath grumbled. He didn’t understand what it was about this human and her infuriating tendency to bother him. It was frustrating that she wouldn’t just go away and let him finish napping in the warmth of Rukbat’s light. She was right, he didn’t particularly like her, but at the same time she was his, in the sense that she seemed to have attached herself to his rider, and was the mother of the two baby humans that his rider still enjoyed interacting with. She might be an annoyance, but she was his annoyance, and he wanted to know why she was so agitated. Probably his rider would find out, although he did hope that they didn’t take up their shouting in his presence.

His eyes flashed to yellow-orange-blue surprise then, as the woman simply reached out to rest her hand on his nose. Something must be hugely wrong. Dalonia never acted like this.

“Dalonia?” T’kar called, coming around the corner, even as the vastly puzzled RR Flame crooned quietly. Amber eyes widened in surprise as he took in the scene before him. He hadn’t even known Dalonia could act like that, and he’d never seen her touch Ancalanath unless it was to try and hit the poor dragon.

I won’t. He will return here safe.

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Hearing her voice spoken by the all too familiar voice of the man whose weyr she'd more or less broken into, Dalonia snatched her had away from Ancalanath. Her entire body was stiff with tension as she spun around. The look on his face said he'd seen her with his dragon and her fingers curled at her side, trimmed nails biting in her palm. She didn't like being caught when she was feeling like this; mostly because she wasn't sure why she was so compelled to worry. Rather she refused to acknowledge the reasons because they did not make sense to her.

However, when Ancalanath spoke, much if not all of the tension eased from her squared shoulders and stiff back. She didn't respond to him, she didn't need to. He'd agreed to what she needed from him and now all that was left was trying to get out of the weyr without T'kar wheedling the reason she'd come out of her.

"What?" She grunted as she moved away from the RR Flame. Stepping around T'kar, she made to enter the weyr once more.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

No sooner had he called her name then T’kar found himself regretting it. Dalonia reacted at once, snatching her hand away from Ancalanath and stiffening as she spun around. Seriously, what was with her? It wasn’t like he’d ever hurt her.

Abruptly, almost all of her tension seemed to melt away, though she still communicated only a grunted ‘what’ before starting to step around him.

“I would have thought that was my line,” T’kar commented, reaching out an arm to block her retreat. What was she doing in here? It couldn’t have been that something had gone wrong, or she would have tracked him down directly, not stood here with Ancalanath.

[Cait]

"So ya own the word now then?" She snipped back though there wasn't as much venom in her tone as usual. As he blocked her path with an arm, she stopped rather than push past him. Things had been different...strange since the Turnover celebration gone horribly wrong. There were still emotions and remembered moments that she was trying to make sense of and her attachment to T'kar was stronger than ever, much to her chagrin.

"Don't ya have a meeting t' be in?" She asked, turning her head slightly to look up at him with those pale green eyes. She had come to do what she'd felt she needed to do, so why was she lingering? Her gaze lingered on the rider's face before finally she looked away and moved to duck under his arm though if he made a move to stop her she wouldn't put up much of a fight.

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“No, I don’t ‘own the word’,” T’kar asserted. “On the other hand, normally one would expect that the visitor would be the one expected to explain her presence,” he continued as she stopped, acting as if she — wonder of all wonders — intended to treat his arm as an actual barrier. Normally, she could be reliably expected to just shove through it, although something had changed in the past few months.

“That was yesterday,” T’kar reminded her. “Unless you mean the meeting at Telgar, which isn’t due to start yet.” For some reason he couldn’t explain, T’kar’s arm shifted lower, stopping Dalonia’s attempted departure.

One eyebrow arched. “So, any particular reason for this impromptu visit?” he inquired. The woman was being strange, even, or perhaps especially, if one redefined ‘normal’ to match her typical behavior.

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"Is that what's expected?" She snipped, folding her arms over her chest and cocking a hip. If he showed any surprise at her actually stopping when he wanted her to she didn't acknowledge it. Instead she wrinkled her nose as he pointed out that his meeting was yesterday. It wasn't like she kept track of his schedule. Except she really did. Not all the time but she did try to know where he was and at the very least when he was leaving the weyr. Shifting, she let her hands fall away from her chest and as though it were the most natural thing in the world her hands came to rest on the hilts of knife and sword.

"I was gonna take a nap." She answered, her voice flat even as she narrowed her eyes slightly in challenge. It was a bold faced lie but it was the only one she could think of that he'd latch on to. For whatever reason, the thought of him knowing how worried she was when she already felt as though she had so little control over her emotions...it was giving him too much power, too much control over the situation. She didn't know how to be weak, how to be soft. She barely knew how to trust and even that was a somewhat rough and violent feeling inside of her.