Look at that View [15.06.18 - Weyr Heights](Dance)

[Kaya]

It was late morning and the sky was starting to regain its brilliant shade of blue after burning off the morning overcast. It wasn't quite winter in the south yet, the colder and far less wet time of Turn. But it was close nonetheless.

Rilora sat up on the Weyr Heights watching all this. Archith was still in the weyr, as it wasn't warm enough for her tastes and she'd been getting pickier and grouchier as the days went by. Subtlety was really not her specialty. With any luck she wouldn't turn into a raging grouch monster before her Flight. The stories the other weyrwomen told were something to marvel at.

She had had breakfast but someone had left a container of very pleasant fruit on her doorstep that morning. Probably a suitor, but there was no name attached so she felt no guilt about enjoying them in the open air. Patches of blue were just starting to poke through the white cloud cover and it was something to watch while enjoying being outside.

At her side sat a pile of papers under a rock to keep the breeze from blowing them away. The Weyr Games were to be held in a seveday's time and it was a wonder that they would be held at all with how much work there was to be done. She had brought them thinking she'd need something to do but looking at the nice scenery seemed to be plenty. She nibbled at the berries idly while watching the sky change and letting the wind run over her face, free red-blonde hair and peachy-orange dress.

And nicest of all, though she wasn't sunning, Archith was asleep and she had her thoughts to herself.

[Kaya]

Rilora alternated between staring at the scenery, working on a list of the remaining supplies they needed for the games, and writing letters to people back home. She had told her mom it would be a while before she could get back for a real visit. Weyr life was picking up and with Archith’s Flight looming she felt nervous being away from her home Weyr. Currently she was stuck in the middle of a letter she was trying to compose. The words were fighting her every step of the way as she tried to write a genuine, polite and yet truthful letter to the Solon family. She hadn’t seen them since she’d been Searched, and the only hello they’d gotten was one passed on from her mom. It felt strange considering how long their families had known each other.

Rilora stared back at the letter. It was impossible to tell them about Archith’s Flight. For all their knowledge of Weyrs, Flights were something of frequent omission in her polite society. Rilora finally gave up on the topic and switched to writing about upcoming Weyr Games and made a brief note of an upcoming Hatching. Good times all around.

Pausing, she felt her shoulders had grown tense. She tried to relax them but her muscles resisted. After trying several wide stretches she felt a little better. Next time, she decided, she would find a way to get a cushion to sit on up here. Maybe the one from the corner-

Mornin’

The abrupt voice interrupting her thoughts made Rilora start. She heard Archith’s bemused laughter trickling down the back of her spine. She made a great effort not to be irritated with the Gold. They had been getting on each other’s nerves the past two days and she didn’t want to be the one to start it this time. Go back to sleep, Rilora thought to herself.

She didn’t receive another thought. Rilora went back to her papers, picking up a list of the incoming Hold tithe trains before the festivities. It was enough to know when they were coming, but unless a problem arose it wasn’t really her responsibility.

Her nose buried in the papers she was again interrupted by a voice. “Oh, hello.” Her head snapped up to find M’kota, face flushed, arriving at the heights. His informal presentation and quick apology left a tinge of pink on her face to frame the smile. Plain and simple he’d caught her at a bad moment the other day. This was her first time dealing with Archith’s increasing ire preluding her Flight. She’d learned something from that day at least, and Rilora hoped with time she and Archith would come through this without being at each other’s throats.

“Have a seat,” Rilora offered after the pause, gesturing to the ground next to her. You aren’t interrupting, she thought to herself. He was a King Rider after all and it was pertinent to know him…and she wanted to get to know him better too. “The sign is working well. I haven’t heard reports otherwise.”