Peace for a moment... not? (Akki

[Marnark’tranarprol]

The place was in utter chaos. Which was entirely unusual for the weyr in question. R'anl usually kept his living place meticulous. But with recent events, he really hadn't spent all that much time in the place, thus leaving things lay as he blew through. Ending up with piles of stuff here, that needed sorted and stored away, and a heap of things over there needing done. Laundry, leathers, parchments, scrolls, doodads, the lot. It was everywhere, and seemed to not end. What was really amazing was how much of a mess it seemed to make, when the rider really didn't own all that much stuff. Really.

Under normal circumstances, the mess would have really perturbed the rider, and in his spare moment of time he'd have gone into a tidying frenzy. But as it was? His mind was a frazzle, and he wasn't terribly happy. Things kept getting heaved up on its ear at every turn, as well as his having to watch his every step and hope no one read ulterior motives into what he did.

Ohhhh, yeah. He knew people were watching him. Just cause he happened to be the new guy when someone happened to die. Cause he'd happened to be in the area, too ... never mind he hadn't known about it until long afterward. How to convince people of that, though? R'anl didn't know how. So ... he just trod carefully, and tried to keep his nose clean. Yeah ... that would work. Hopefully.

So, stressed out as he was, he was looking for something to do to take his mind off woes and worries of the world. So! He had gone and spent marks he didn't have on a gitar, and some music sheets, and viola. Now he was parked on his furs, sitting on one foot with the other knee kicked up in the air, instrument on his prone thigh. Leaning over the instrument, he rattled his fingers on the sounding box, trying to make heads or tails of the squiggles and dots on the parchment resting on the furs before him.

Riiiiight. Restful. Yup.

[Akki]

While R’anl disliked mess, Akki loved it. She didn’t call it a mess though, but ‘organized chaos’ because she knew where everything was. Her favorite tunic (Her new favorite tunic since the old one got messed) was lying under that pile of furs that she had pushed onto the ground. That necklace that R’xis gave her a long time ago? Well, she vaguely wished she had lost it but no; she knew that it was hidden away underneath all her riding gear.

She found the piles of junk in her room comfortable. Her weyr looked lived in; she hated the freakishly neat and tidy weyrs that some others had. But she was bored! She could only stay in her weyr for so long before growing tired of it all. “I need something to do, Ebs.” Akki sighed wistfully, laying on the ground with her blonde hair splayed around her.

There’s a new rider. Rumor has it he’s trying to stay under the radar. Ebbeth said, deviousness practically oozing from his blue hide as he whipped his tail in a feline-esque manner.

Akki propped herself onto her elbows and found a sly smile on her face. “Well. Can’t have that now.” Within seconds she was out of the room and making way to the mysterious new riders one. She giggled to herself. Such a déjà vu moment! Last time she had searched out R’fael and well…everyone knew how that one had turned out when she stumbled out of his weyr the next morning.

The weyr was relatively easy to find. That was a lie actually, she had to ask a couple of people but other than that, it was fine. She paused at the entrance before leaning against it, staring at the man who sat before her.

“Can bronzeriders have an artsy side? I thought they were all about brute strength.”

[Marnark’tranarprol]

"Brute strength is a brown thing, actually." R'anl answered, straight off the bat, before looking up to see who it was that had popped in from no where. He just looked at her for a moment, before cracking a grin and sitting up straighter, resting an elbow on the instrument. "Bronze is more about charm, wit, and intrigue."

He had no idea who this was, but he'd seen her around, that was for sure. It was hard to miss a girl like that, with hair that bright. Certainly pretty, no two ways about it. "Come on in. I am afraid I missed what your name was. I'm R'anl." he greeted, waving her in. Belatedly, he realized there was not a clear spot for her to sit. Putting the more or less useless instrument aside, he hurridly tried to find a spot and clear it for her.

"Sorry for the mess... I'm afraid I've been neglecting things close to home." He apologized, lifting a stack of stuff and adding it to an already existing stack to try and make a vaguely clear spot.

"So what brings you to wander into random weyrs?"

[Akki]

”Is it now? Seems like I’ve been living a lie around here then.” Akki grinned lopsidedly. Bronzes were brute strength, browns were curious, blues were annoying, greens were flirtatious. Golds, of course, were regal. “Are you sure you’re not trying to make yourself sound better?” She laughed.

She pushed herself off of the wall she was leaning on and straightened. “Akki.” She introduced, giving the man a two-fingered salute. She locked her hands behind her head and grinned again, “This is a mess? Dear me, don’t come into my weyr then. It’ll make you cry.”

She watched as he cleared some stuff, not daring to touch anything. She’d probably just break everything in sight. Within a matter of seconds, there was a nice little spot that was clear enough for her to sit on. “Bronzes are about charm, wit and intrigue while us blues are all about invading weyrs. Weren’t you taught this?”

She snapped her fingers and shrugged casually, “My dragon told me there was a new kid floating about. I couldn’t let you go around forever before annoying you.” She had seen him around the Weyr too, seen his face in the crowd every now and then. New bronzeriders always meant something good to gossip about.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

R'anl laughed. "I could use a bit of looking better, I suppose. Can't really rule it out." He leaned back, against the wall behind where he was sitting, propping an elbow on his knee as he regarded her for a moment. "Akki. I know that name ... people mention it pretty frequently. You're famous about these parts, aren't you?" R'anl asked.

Scooping up the music sheets, he tapped them against his foot to line them up before attempting to roll them into a neat tube. "Note made. Tears are better used on meaningful things, don't you think?" He joked, before slipping a ribbon around the rolled parchment and attempting to tie it in a knot that was easy to undo. Unfortunately, the parchments were having none of the staying rolled up idea, and were trying to slide out of the ribbon before it was quite tied.

"Ahhhh. So that's what blues are all about." He nodded in mock sincerity, amused. "Now I know who's been stealing my stash..." It was really hard to keep a straight face, it really was. But most of all, it was really nice to be able to talk to someone so easily... about nonsensical things. Stuff that really didn't matter, where he really didn't have to second guess every other word out of his mouth.

"A new kid." He laughed a bit. "Hardly either. I've been here a while, now... but I see your point." R'anl straightened, tossing the tamed parchments on top of a heap of folded shirts. Grinning at her, he nodded. "Nice to make your acquaintance, miss Akki. I am always up for being annoyed. I don't suppose you know how to read dots and lines, do you?"

[Akki]

Akki grinned and cocked an eyebrow, “Is this your way of telling me that you are secretly a naughty kid? All rebellious and whatnot?”

She flinched. It was never a good sign when people already knew her name. It always meant they knew the terrible stories that the drudges liked to spread around. “Uhhh. That must be the other Akki around here you’re talking about. She’s a bad person.” She blinked.

She grinned as he tried to tie up the parchment and was clearly losing that battle. “Tears are meant for the last glass of wine and there’s no more left anywhere.” She laughed. She placed her elbows onto her knees and leaned forward, “Your stash, eh? Well now I know that I’ll definitely be dropping in a few more times.”

Akki laughed once more and clapped her hands together, “Always up for being annoyed? Boy, you have no idea what you just got yourself into.” She frowned slightly at his last question, “This isn’t some philosophical question that will give me the answer to life, is it? Because I am clueless on dots and lines.”

[Marnark’tranarprol]

"Uhhh ... not so much secretly a naughty kid." R'anl interjected. "More of a really unlucky guy caught in the wrong place at the wrong time without even realizing it at the time." He shrugged a bit, then shifted in his position uncomfortably. Not really something he wanted to talk about. Especially since he had no convincing way to prove he didn't do it. "I'm really a nice chap, actually. At least - when I'm not being annoying. Or loudly contrary ..." He trailed off, then grinned at her crookedly.

"The other Akki, eh?" He considered that for a moment, before making a small show of stroking his chin as he stared at the ceiling. Finally, he shrugged and looked at her. "Okay. I think I like this one." He hadn't missed the twitch at all ... it seemed more than just he had skeletons chasing him down the hall. But, he did no inquire as to the root of the thing, preferring to let old demons lie.

"Now, now, hey." R'anl held up a hand, palm forward. "I didn't say anything about wine, now did I?" but he grinned anyway. "But I do happen to have some on hand, if you're interested, now that you mention it ..." He looked around, trying to figure out where he'd stashed - and then buried - it. The bottle had to be around somewhere. Setting the gitar aside, he started rooting around in the nearest heaps of stuff for it. Finally finding it under a heap of rumpled fur, he dragged it out and offered the bottle to her. "It's not cold..."

"I may not have any ideas what I actually got myself into, no. But a chap can dream, can't he?" He teased. "One can always hope that things turn out really well, after all." He shrugged, before being derailed by her last comment. Answer to life? Whuuuuuuuut? A confused look flashed across his features before he just crumpled his eyebrows at her. "What?" He thought on it a moment before he realized what she meant. "No, no! Dots and lines ... you know ..." He grabbed up the rolled sheet music and waved it at her. "Dots. And ... well ... lines." What else to call it? "Dots and lines."

[Akki]

Akki scrutinized R’nal for a few seconds, trying to decipher his little riddle. Caught in the wrong place at the wrong time? Well, she knew a fair bit about that. She ran her hand through her hair and then snapped her fingers together and exclaimed rather loudly, “You walked in on a threesome, didn’t you?” That would explain everything. It was definitely a scenario of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. “Or you got suckered into a threesome.” Did nice chaps have threesomes? That was a mystery that she needed to bust.

She grabbed her left leg with both hands and crossed it on top of the other, “Yeah, the other Akki is a real jerk. You’ll know what I mean when you see her.” This other Akki excuse could be a great cover-up for drunken Akki, who coincidentally was also a jerk.

The bluerider let out a short laugh when R’anl went digging through some things and whipped out a bottle of wine ohsocasually. “A secret wine stash? Why, R’anl, you sure know how to charm the unexpected ladies that drop into your weyr.” She made it sound like a common occurance. Actually, it probably would become one. When she was bored, she liked to visit. G’han already learned to stop being surprised when she showed up, all curled up in his furs taking a nice little nap.

“Things always turn out really well when I’m around.” She beamed. I think She looked away for a second, doubting herself before looking back at R’anl with the smile back on her face. Eh, maybe not always but four times out of ten wasn’t too bad of a record, right? She leaned forward, resting an elbow on her crossed leg, to examine the sheet music before shrugging. “Oh, those! Yeah, sure, no. Absolutely no idea how to read them. I thought when someone bought them; they would know how to read it.”

[Marnark’tranarprol]

R'anl just looked at her for a moment, almost as if in shocked disbelief that she'd just said that. And then he laughed out loud at the idea. "No!" He chuckled, shaking his head, highly amused. "Oh, if only. That's a whole lot easier to deal with, I am sure. I suppose you have experience with such things?" He prodded, playfully, trying to distract from the original topic. If she was going to start just guessing randomly, that could get rather uncomfortable in a hurry; time to remedy that!

"What does this other Akki look like?" R'anl asked, one corner of his mouth wandering upward in a half-smile. "Does she look like you, or elsewise? I bet it would be really awkward if she looked like you, too. Maybe like wandering into a full size mirror suddenly in the hall?" He laughed, and then looked at the wine in his hand - apparently she didn't want it, so he shrugged and set it aside again, where he might get lucky and not smash it before he got it polished off ... or the place cleaned up, one or the other. He really needed to spend time in here cleaning the place up, that was for sure. It was embarrassing - especially if pretty ladies randomly dropping by to visit was a common occurrence here.

"Well - it never worked before. But if you say so, okay. I am inclined to believe you." he grinned a bit, before wondering what he'd done with his mug. Even when alone, he was not in the habit of taking his wine straight from the bottle. It was just so ... uncouth. Something that he was raised to not do. "Do laides often crash weyrs, around here?" He asked. "If so, I might need to invest in a larger stash ..."

"Oh, good! A good luck charm is always handy. I will have to find a lanyard for you, then." R'anl joked, completely missing her moment of doubt. "Make sure to tie you so you don't wander too far away, eh eh?" When she started talking about the notes, he didn't realize that was what she was talking about for a moment, and in interim he was completely confused as to what she was talking about at all. Whattttt...

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Admin's Note:[/hr] Oh! "Well ... I dunno. Maybe I thought I would understand by osmosis or something. I'm not sure what I was thinking, to be perfectly honest..."

[Akki]

Akki let a hand flutter daintily over her mouth and fluttered her eyelashes while looking away from R’anl. Akki let her hand fall slightly and in an overly secretive voice said, “Oh why R’anl, a girl can’t kiss and tell.” Err. Threesome and tell? Whatever, the point was made clear. The rider definitely succeeded in changing the subject, Akki was oblivious to the switch. Then again, she was oblivious to many things. Her hand fell to her lap, “But guys can kiss and tell so if you got dirty details, you can share.”

She frowned and drummed her fingers. If there was another Akki out there, what would she look like? “A lot like me. But nasty! I’m pretty sure she steals from the kitchen. Ooh and she steals from other peoples weyrs so watch out.” Yeah, that worked. OtherAkki would definitely be some snarky thief. “She probably kicks felines too and calls babies ugly.” The bluerider said with a nod.

The nods continued when she answered his next question, “The ladies always pop in unexpectedly. They normally stay the night too. Oop, am I making Dark Moon ladies sound all fresh and whatnot? I don’t mean too.” Well maybe she did but that was only because it was true. The drudges all knew that Akki and Andilay had the habit of weyr-crashing. They couldn’t help it if they got lonely easily! “Go for a larger stash anyways. It’ll make you seem all extravagant and girls like extravagance.”

She laughed loudly, “Just tie a bell around my throat or something. When you hear me jingling, you know things are going to be good.” That actually sounded a bit dirty in her mind even though it shouldn’t of. She raked her fingers through her hair, tucking some flyaway strands behind her ear. “Maybe there’s a pretty lady in the Weyr who can read dots and lines? Just charm your way to get her to agree.”

[Marnark’tranarprol]

R'anl just looked at her for a moment, and then laughed again. She was something else, that was for sure. "Oh, can we, now? I bet! And just look at you." He laughed again. "But no, I don't have any stories to tell. Secrets aren't secrets if everyone knows them." Stories to keep? Maybe yes. She was certainly an entertaining actress, if nothing else. Watching and listening to her left no room at all for boredom at all, no sir. "Besides, I don't think girls would like it if they were talking about much. I mean - would you like it if I told everyone who you kissed?"

"A lot like you. Hmmmmmm." R'anl repeated, somewhat suspiciously. "This other Akki is starting to sound like your evil twin or something. Has your name, looks like you ... but does these things." His brows crept up his forehead a bit. "How do I know it's not really you?" he asked, though he was only teasing her, and not being accusing at all. "Maybe I should stake out in the kitchens and lay a trap?" R'anl offered, playfully.

"Larger stash. Okay, got it." He nodded solemnly, before cracking a grin again and chuckling. "Girls like extravagance, but ladies are the ones that do the crashing... hmmmmm. There seems to be a pattern here." R'anl mused, thoughtfully. Just as there was a difference between guys and men, he was pretty sure there was a difference between girls, ladies, and women. Figuring out how it all tied together was, of course, a life's work for any male. "So, does it matter what this stash is of? I am sure girls aren't too keen on a stash of socks..."

"Oh, well!" He looked around a bit. "I might have a bell around here, somewhere. You never know." R'anl started rifling through his things again, rather embarrassed all over again at the utter chaotic mess the place was in. He really needed to go through and sort it all, clean it up. Make it so he could find things again. What was he doing owning a bell? Well, that was anyone's guess. Not that he was even completely sure he did or not. "I am afraid it would take a deal more than charm to get someone to have the patients to sit down and teach me something as utterly random and seemingly senseless as dots and lines. I really don't see how those things translate into music at all." Coming up with anything rational to say at all was difficult, however, with the mental imagery she'd given him with the statement of her jingling a bell. The things she'd have to do to jingle a bell that was tied to her neck ....

[Akki]

Akki frowned, wondering whether or not she would actually enjoy it if everyone knew who she had been kissing. She blinked, came to a realization and then laughed loudly. “Doesn’t matter! They already know.” She snickered and then paused before clarifying, “I didn’t tell them though. The drudges here are all about the rumor mill, soon as you kiss someone they will tell for you.” While Akki sometimes wanted to get mad at the drudges for spelling tales about her, she couldn’t. She liked hearing the tales of others too much! Ahh, what a dilemma. “You’ll just have to get some dirty secrets while at Dark Moon and then tell them all to me, eh?”

She thought for a second, “Actually you might already have some dirty things being said about you. I had to ask a few people for directions to your weyr.”

There was a slight grimace on her face when he talked about laying traps. What if he actually set up a trap and caught someone that looked identical to Akki? What if she had a secret twin out there? The thought was unnerving. However, she was pretty sure her brother would tell her if she was born with a twin so it was safe to say there would not be some otherAkki waltzing around. “If you go around laying traps, people might question your sanity.” She grinned before shrugging her shoulders, “But go for it. I’ll give you five marks if you catch the otherAkki. She’s a tricky one, you see.”

She lifted her hands slightly, palms facing R’anl. “Whoa, whoa. Who says girls don’t like socks? I love socks.” She said sincerely. Akki was always losing socks, or they had holes in them from Sargon ripping them apart. A stash of socks? The idea was marvelous! She wanted a stash of socks! Her shoulders hunched over slightly as she pursed her lips. “I’m not making Dark Moon ladies sound easy, am I? By saying they like to crash in other peoples weyrs?” Because they weren’t easy! Err. At least she hoped not.

She looked around and picked up a pair of pants, peering underneath them to see if there was a bell there. Nope, nothing – she put the pants back. “Well, when you find the bell hand it over.” The rider grinned crookedly. Then again, it might be hard to look good wearing a bell around your neck. Surely bells didn’t go with everything. “I say just jam out on the gitar and fight anyone who says it’s not music.” With that she punched the air, fighting off the imaginary person who disagreed.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

"Oh, they do, do they?" R'anl asked. Apparently, this particular lady had quite the story collection about her, if everyone already knew everything there was ... he didn't know if that was funny or disturbing. "I don't need to get any dirty secrets." R'anl assured her. "I'd really rather not have any at all ... and if I did have some, I certainly wouldn't tell anyone what they were." He reminded. Secrets were for keeping, not telling, after all. "Already, huh? Why would that be? What is it you normally do that gets the mill started so quick as that?" She had to be prone to some really juicy stuff if the drudges kept that close a tabs on her!

"Alright. Five marks it is." R'anl agreed. "I don't know when I'll have time to do that, though ... I'll make an effort however." He didn't miss the strange expression that crossed her features, however, and couldn't help but be curious what exactly it was she was thinking. Especially when it came to the other Akki. R'anl sort of suspected there wasn't another Akki, given everything she'd told him about her... and maybe she was concerned about getting caught in a fib? This was even more incentive for him to go ahead and think about laying the trap - just to see who he'd catch.

R'anl laughed, though, when she started talking about socks. "Alright. I know what to get you for your turnday, then." He chuckled. "Socks, huh? Ehr ... no, you're not, actually. I've been around a few months now, and honestly? You're the first lady to crash my weyr." R'anl chuckled. "And you haven't done a sharding thing to be considered 'easy'." He pointed out, before watching her look around, too.

Okay, now that was really embarrassing. Having someone else rooting through his mess, looking for something. It would be less humiliating to take her to a market somewhere and just plain outright buy her the bell. Instead of ... this. "Fight them?" R'anl asked, distracted again. "I dunno ... I might tell them to go away if they don't like it. But fight them? That's a tad extreme, don't you think? I rather like my nose the way it is... unbroken and all that." Sure, he'd been in a few tussles, who hadn't? But neither was he the type to go causing trouble. Her miming of punching someone made him grin, though. "You sure are full of fire, aren'tcha?" To give her theory a test, he randomly grabbed the neck of the gitar, depressing the strings on random frets, and gave it a strong, experimental strum.

The sound the thing created was horrible, being quite disjointed and not at all in key with itself. R'anl himself silenced the strings with his palm, grimmacing. "Okay, I think it's gonna take more practice than that."

[Akki]

Akki’s face fell slightly when R’anl decided that he wouldn’t share any dirty secrets with her. “What? But I thought this would be like a ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours’ moment! Something to really bond about!” She complained loudly, trying to edge him into finally agree to sharing the juicy stuff. She pursed her lips slightly and then shrugged in a casual manner, “I don’t even do anything. You visit one weyr at night and people think you’re doing dirty stuff. But in reality, you’re talking about what clothes you should wear tomorrow.” Okay, maybe that wasn’t what the conversation would be but the point was nothing kinky going down.

She scratched underneath her eye for a moment, deep in thought. “How do you even set up a trap for a person? Do you lure them for food?” She was genuinely curious. She never had to trap someone before so she wasn’t quite sure as to how one would go about it.

“Really? You’ll get me socks? Promise? Most people got me wine last time but that only lasts like, one night. Socks are forever though.” Well not forever, but certainly they last longer than any wine around the bluerider. It was actually pretty nice to know that she was the first girl who had crashed into R’anls weyr, it was like she was stealing its weyr-virginity. “Give me five minutes and some sort of wardrobe malfunction and then something will happen that’ll make me look easy.” She grinned wickedly.

The wicked smile disappeared though when she tried to look all innocent and sweet. “Me? Fire, of course not. I’m a lover, not a fighter.” She smiled serenely. She just happened to like a couple of brawls here and there – who didn’t? Akki kept her face straight when he played the gitar for a second before letting a dreamy expression appear, her hand flying to her chest.

“Be still my heart for I have not heard such a sweet sound!”

[Marnark’tranarprol]

Bond about? She was looking to bond? Now that was really interesting... R'anl couldn't say he could honestly protest the idea. After all, how often did pretty lasses crash into his weyr and try to bond? Well ... this was the first, actually. Most of the time he met them elsewhere... "I didn't realize you'd told me anything yet, to start such a thing." He pointed out. "Other than about your evil twin." And that didn't count ... not really. That wasn't qualifying for what it was she was looking for from him, so no. It didn't count. "... I think I can see why. Especially if you do it with any kind of regularity." He admitted. "Drudges only know what they see and hear. The imagination is a big thing."

"How do I set a trap for a person, or how is it done in the traditional sense? He asked, in return. "As for the first, I take a redfruit, tie a string to the stem, and hang it inside the back end of an appropriately sized cage..." He gestured about a bit as if he were actually doing so, all without getting up or removing the instrument from his lap. "And then I sit back and wait, with another string tied to the stick that holds up the door." R'anl shrugged. It was plain he was yanking her leg the whole way, though, as there was a decidedly mischievous twinkle in his dark eyes. "Traditionally? I have no idea how it's done."

R'anl laughed. "Sure, I'll get you socks." It wasn't that hard ... just so long as she didn't ask him to make her any socks, he was good. Knitting ... not one of his talents, no. "What color do you like best?" He asked, just to make sure he didn't get her socks in a dye that she absolutely detested the color of. Though ... R'anl contemplated getting her some really wonky looking ones, too, just to see if she'd wear them. That would be funny ... for maybe the first few times, anyway. Socks ... who'da thunkit? Shoot ... wooing gals would be so much easier if he'd known all they wanted was socks instead of wine. But then ... Akki seemed to be a pretty strange cookie. So guaging others by her was probably a very bad idea.

Wait. What? "Wardrobe malfunction?" He asked, blankly. "How do you get one of those?"

"Oh, are you, now? Does that go with the random wardrobe malfunctions, I wonder?" R'anl mused, teasing. But that completely broke off with her reaction to his utterly horrible attempt at a strum. He couldn't help it, her little act and play made him laugh so hard he thought he was gonna cry. Lifting the gitar free of his lap, he set it aside, to keep from breaking it.

[Akki]

Ohhh, R’anl was good. He had caught her on the fact that she was so busy trying to get secrets from him, that she wasn’t sharing any of her own. “Ack, fine. Do you want an uber dirty secret or one that’s just okay-ish?” She sniffed, willing to admit that she was being unfair. “It’s hard to stay mad at drudges though. They have the best stories to tell.” She sighed in a rather satisfied manner. She really did like their stories.

She cocked her eyebrow and leaned back slightly, placing her hands behind her so she could hold that position. “Do you often have cages large enough for a person? Now that’s kinky.” She grinned in an equally mischievous manner. Oh, all the things you could do with a human sized cage!

“Oh the color is up to you. Your color choice will tell me a lot about you, you know.” She nodded. Okay, maybe not but surely she could make something up about each color. Like, uh. White socks meant he was…blank, lacking creativity. Now she just had to figure out the rest of the colors but she could do that later.

Her eyes went wide for a second and was that…was that a blush on her cheeks? “Uh. No comment on the wardrobe malfunction.” She mumbled before blushing harder and blurting out, “Dresses get stepped on and fall down all the time, okay!” Akki was slightly scared when R’anl practically shook with laughter. She leaned over and placed a hand on his shoulder, “Oh shard it! I broke him!”

[Marnark’tranarprol]

R'anl laughed. "If you're so interested in sharing, I guess anything you're comfortable with sharing, I guess." He answered. And it was honest ... he didn't particularly care what type of story she wished to tell about herself. Or what she knew ... this whole concept of dirty secret bonding was a new one on him ... but who knew? Maybe it could be fun. "I imagine they do. Certainly a very interesting lot to talk to ... no one keeps tabs on the Weyr sub-happenings quite like they do. But then, seeing how most riders seem to view them as non entities, they can stand there and listen to any old thing." He shrugged. It really was sad, how he'd seen some ranking people treat the people that took care of all the details and subsequently allowed the place to operate at all. R'anl had often wondered how Riders would get on, without the hundreds of support staff in Weyrfolk.

"Often have a cage that big? I dunno. Maybe. I don't tend to carry one around with me, I don't suppose..." he answered, a bit tickled to learn that she found it kinky. R'anl wasn't quite sure what was kinky about a cage, but ... oh well. It was plain to see where her mind was headed, that was for sure. All her comments seemed to be geared to a single end. Not that he protested in the slightest.

"Oh, will it now? Then I guess I'll have to make sure to get a sock in every color imaginable, to keep you guessing. That and I think it might be interesting and telling to see which colors you put together in an effort to make pairs." R'anl laughed, with a grin. She really was an interesting sort to talk to, her replies not at all the standard fare.

"Ohhhh, I see." R'anl nodded soberly, trying to hide the hint of a smile that infected his features at her blurted defense. "I don't suppose you planned on wearing a dress that just happened to be easily pulled off, then?" He asked, poking fun at her ... mostly because he could. Getting grabbed, however, was not anything he'd been expecting at all, and it rendered him momentarily silent. Grinning again, he patted her hand lightly. "No, I'm not broken. In fact, quite the contrary. I haven't laughed so much in turns. Thank you."