Whers upon the Weyr Walls

[Shekru]

Having been among the last of the Caspian Wherhandlers to arrive at the Weyr, Fyg and Fygwesk took their time getting settled. Shardin' Weyr. Crawling with dragonriders and their rabid fans. It was enough to put Fyg on her bad side. No, no. The REALLY bad side.

Night was heavy over the Weyr bowl, and the wher pair sat outside the entrance to their makeshift den. Fyg chewed jerky while Fygwesk kept an eye on the entrance to the hatching sands. He'd missed the Queen's Run and was brooding about it rather solidly. However, his protection of the soon to hatch eggs was devout. While Tekask was not /his/ queen, shew as /a/ Queen, and that mattered more.

"Aye, I know buddy. But, th'better part'a all this is that there'll be more Whers. Word has it you'n'me are gonna be in charge of th' little things. Teach 'em right. Gonna take some extra work convincin' them of just how important they are." Fyg cleared her throat and sucked down half a mug of klah.

The air was cloying. A storm seemed to be just on the horizon, but was taking its time reaching the Weyr. So began her evening watch. Perched upon a large stone near the vast rock wall.

~Smell someone.~ Fygwesk rumbled, lifting his angular head.

"Anyone we know?"

~No can tell.~

"Well, keep tabs on it. By the shards of your mother's egg, I'ma finish my klah in peace if it kills me."

(( Open to Wher handlers, wher candidates, and any other nightowls that want in!))

[Marnark’tranarprol]

Lask bounced in a circle around Laier, who giggled, before dashing away once more. The crazy silly green wher had been at it ever since night had fallen. She was ecstatic. A new home, so much to explore! Lask did not care about the dragons or their shadowing presence. There were so many people, and so much to see! Laier had to admit it was certainly infectious. At least she hadn't made the journey alone. She had Lask, and she had Lennier, and she still had the other whers and handlers that had come along to the Weyr. Why they were at the Weyr now she didn't quite understand. Especially since the murders had been at the Hold, not the Weyr.

Was it all a vast conspiracy?

Lask spotted Fygwesk from a distance off, and raced over as quick as she could, light on her feet as she danced around him. Lask see Fygwesk! Fygwesk play yes? She begged, crouching her front before bouncing around again. Prancing up to the brown, she rubbed the entire length of her side against the bigger brown, chirping. Nevermind it was a very odd sound to come from a creature as big as a wher, green or not.

Laier dashed over, coming to a stop gasping for air. "Sorry about her ... she's kinda ... well ... you can see how she is." She threw one hand at the green wher. "Don't mean to interrupt."

[Shekru]

Queen? What queen? The sudden attention of the sleek green drew Fygwesk out of his mope with a swiftness, and the big brown rumbled in a pleased manner. Looking to his handler for a brief moment, Fygwesk did not hesitate after receiving the okay'ing nod. Onto his feet, the big brown gave a long stretch before playfully stomping after the faster, lighter Lask.

"Aye, she's green." Fyg said with a laugh. "Which, in this case, I'm a bit thankful for. He's been downright annoying, depressed as he was. First time I've seen him perk up in a while. C'mere, take a seat." Fyg didn't midn the green handler at all. In fact, another Handler's presence was very welcome. The excitement that Lask felt certainly wasn't shared by the brown or his handler, but he was, at least, interested in play.

~Good see Lask. Fygwesk miss others. Was lonely at hold-thing!~ The lumbering idiot bounced with an almost puppy-like joy as he tried to keep up with the more agile green.

"Nah, y'ain't really interruptin' nothin'. I'm jus' doin' what I do best. Brooding, guarding. More brooding. Hate how big this shardin' place is. Got lost tryin' to find a spot to do m'business. Once I get m'bearings, it might be better, but for the time bein', I'm content to be a snarly sod." Brass eyes clipped away from the playing pair to the Greenhandler. "Hopefully you're havin' a better time of it?"

[Marnark’tranarprol]

Lask squeaked, and bounced around in crazy dizzying circles that were more spins than circles, with a lot of up and down bouncing, wings flaring on occasion. Snapping at Fygwesk's shoulder but never actually touching his brown hide with her teeth, she took off at a flat out run, front feet and back feet propelling her in tandem across the ground, wings closed tight to her side. But as it was all too apparent, she left him behind too readily. So she turned around and ran back, ran a circle around him, and then bounced a few times. Never be lonely! Lask always be. Lonely, never. She assured him, before taking off in a new direction, this time not as fast with more bouncing and flailing of random limbs.

Laier flopped down into a seat near where Fyg was sitting, and pulled a deep breath. "Okay. At least she's not being annoying ... again. Good to see him not so gloomy though." She answered, before looking over at Fyg and grinning. "I can't help but have a good time of it, as infectious as Lask is being. She's bubbling over with excitement over this place. It's so big, there's so much new stuff to see, she just can't help herself. She's got a horrible amount of frisky energy, runs me to death I swear." Laier shook her head. "I haven't gotten my bearings at all cause of her."

"What are you brooding on, and guarding?" Laier asked. "I haven't been given any assignments or patrols yet." Laier asked, hoping it wasn't too nosy a question.

[Akki]

Ejinic had been settled at the Weyr for a bit now, Ejinsk wanted to be all comfortable at Dark Moon before the Queen Wher had clutched the funny looking eggs. The only reason that the pair were up and about at the moment was because a tiny little flitter had popped into their den with a message. A messily scrawled,

‘Don’t leave me!
Ps, don’t tell Fyg I’m coming’
- Viktu

It would seem that the cook wasn’t quite content with life at Caspian when the wherhandlers and whers headed off to Dark Moon. It was rather lonely, to tell you the truth. Viktu had become used to strolling around at night and suddenly there was no one to stroll around with. It was a dilemma so he figured he’d ask for a little help solving said problem.

Which was why Viktu was clinging onto Ejinic, grimacing as the bronze wher beneath them ran towards the Weyr bowl. “Uh, Viktu. I know you’re not all that used to riding on whers and such but um, think you could let up a little bit?” Ejinic asked in a friendly manner, wincing slightly as the cook practically crushed his ribs.

“If I fall and die, it’s on your head.” Viktu more or less growled, letting go of his grip slightly. He was a cook! He was used to standing in kitchens and cutting up food, not riding a giant muscle machine. The threesome finally reached Dark Moon, the ride from Caspian hadn’t taken them all that long. Ejinsk moved, steering them into the Weyr bowl where fellow wherhandlers happened to be. The bronze stopped roughly, causing Viktu to smack his head onto Ejinic’s back.

Ejinic slipped off of the wher very smoothly and looked back at Viktu, who wasn’t budging. “My legs are too wobbly, I can’t get off right now.” Viktu admitted, a bashful grin on his face. He looked up and smiled, scratching his cheek slightly.

“Hello.”

[Shekru]

"Jus' bein what she is, an' that's not so bad." Despite Fyg's naturally testy nature, she seemed more than welcoming of Laier's presence. "Were she a bit bigger, might've made a harness for 'er so you could hitch a ride. 'Fraid that ain' possible, though. She's not -too- small, but a green that size needs freedom of movement. She's gonna wear F'wesk out somethin' awful, though, at this rate." A rare laugh exited the woman's lips as she watched her lumbering brown try to pivot and follow Lask.. with no success. He was simply too big to execute the maneuvers it would take to keep up with the green.

~Fygwesk like when Lask around. Make more fun.~

"Me either, but I'm so used to doing it, I figger I may as well do some of it. At the moment I'm guarding my sanity by learning the layout during the night hours. Brooding o'er the fact that I have to learn a whole new layout and Fygwesk will need to find new gliding spots." The approach of the vaguely familiar bronze gave Fyg a momentary reason to pause her onslaught of BAW at the greenhandler. Nothing out of the ordinary. Ejinsk and his bond.

"Least they didn't split the lot of us up. You've all become family." Fyg admitted quietly. Her mug was raised to her lips when a familiar voice lilted in greeting. Once more, the woman turned her brass eyes toward the bronze wher and instead of seeing Ejinic in the tethers, there was.. "Viktu!" Surprised, certainly. Fyg missed her mouth with the klah and ended up wearing a good portion of it. Righting the mug a moment too late, she looked down at her soaked front and then back at the cook. Fygwesk raised his head mid lope and gave the blonde cook a happy croon, betraying the thought in his handler's head before she could school her thoughts. Oh well!

"Pardon me, a moment." The Brownhandler said to Laier, patting the woman on the shoulder before slipping from her perch. The race to the bronze was quick and the moment she reached the Wher, her arms were up and dragging Viktu from his seat, pulling him tightly against her and greeting him. Quite passionately. On the lips. Mwah~

"I didn't think they'd let you come with us!" Fyg said after she finally returned the boy's lips to their proper owner. Fyg's face openly admitted her joy; wide eyes and a large smile.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

Laier watched with some amusement as Lask litterally ran circles around the brown wher. It would also be funny to see when the green ran herself out, and the brown would be able to drag her any ol' where and she wouldn't have the energy to protest. That was the thing with those fast, lithe little greens. They tuckered out so very fast! Compared to their brothers, that is. They were more than capable of running a man down, if the need arose.

But then another wher turned up on the scene. "Oh! Look who it is!" Laier remarked, a grin on her face. It didn't register on her that there was more than a single rider on the bronze, though, until afterwards. She couldn't help but smirk as Fyg hopped up like a spry little spring chicken to hug the cook and practically suck his face off for him. Smirking, she got to her own feet before sauntering around the bronze's other side. "Well, good to see you too!" Laier remarked, reaching up to pat the bronze's neck, before grabbing the thigh of his handler and hauling the lad down to her level.

She promptly wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, too. Granted, not like Fyg was doing to their poor cook friend. "Didn't want you to feel left out." She remarked, grinning at Ejinic.

[Akki]

It was impossible to wipe the grin off of Viktu’s face. He was glad that Fyg was happy to see him – he was partially worried that the woman would think he was being clingy and stalking her. He had been imagining horrible scenes of her telling him to go back to the Hold and stuff.

So it was nice to hear Fygwesk croon at him as Fyg made a quick dash to where he was sitting. Fyg was stronger than Viktu, probably always would be. He was a svelte person, cooking didn’t exactly call for strength. He was quite grateful that his legs didn’t give out when he stood, falling into Fyg didn’t scream manly. He grinned when he was pulled close to the wherhandler and wrapped his arms around her hips, kissing her back. He tilted his head back and grinned bashfully once more. “Er. I can’t go back to Caspian for a bit. I didn’t exactly tell ‘em that I was leaving.”

Oops.

Ejinic grinned at the sight of Fyg and Viktu, glad that the pair didn’t have to be split up after all. It was pretty clear from Vik’s letter that he was not enjoying Caspian life all on his lonesome. Which was understandable considering the cook was often out with the wherhandlers now.

He felt a hand on his thigh, rather unexpected to be honest, and quickly found himself with Laier wrapped around his neck. After a second, he pulled away from Laier and laughed, “You’ll make me blush.”

Ejinsk looked away, feeling like he was seeing something he wasn’t meant to be. He liked to give His privacy, you see. A small bag that was attached to the bronze wher seemed to move for a moment before a tiny white head poked out – Ejinic’s tunnelcat. Kanor struggled for a second before slipping out of the bag and onto the ground, cherping away at Ejinsk who made soft grunting noises at the critter. The bronze lifted his gaze away from the tunnelcat and grunted at Lask and Fygwesk in greeting.

Ejinic ran a hand through his hair and laughed, “The Weyr will think all of us to be kissing fools.”

[Shekru]

Eyebrows shot up at the cook's admission and Fyg crowed a string of laughter that would likely scare the wherries out of their sleep. It was triumphant, as well as wicked. Still chuckling, she peppered the cook's cheek with kisses and asked, "Your firelizard knows t'follow you here, I hope?"

Fygwesk, after rubbing along Lask's side in an affectionate gesture, ambled over and bumped heads with Ejinsk in a brotherly greeting. His deep rumble was pleased. Quite a different tone than the heavy, depressed sighing he had been doing only minutes before. There were Whers! That made him happy. He wasn't alone, and His was happy. These were both very good things.

When the tunnel cat appeared, so did Faust. The bronze flitter popped out of nowhere to perch atop Fygesk's head and chirrup curiously at the furred creature. Wild green flew in Faust's jeweled eyes. He'd never seen one of those before! It was weird. Was it to eat?

Having gotten her initial girliness out of the way, Fyg contended herself with resting her cheek against the side of Viktu's head for a moment. Oh, look! There are.. other people. A faint blush colored the Huntress' cheeks and she cleared her throat. "Glad the gang's all here. Well, most of it. Does the ol' heart a bit of good." How true that was. Fyg actually looked pleased for once! Since she'd come to the Weyr, anyway.

"Not t'spoil the moment with work talk, but we should think about an audience with the Weyrwoman to start organizing patrols and all that so we're not sittin' on our rumps bored to tears. But, that can happen another night. I managed to make off with a bottle or two of fine vintage from Caspian's Cellar. How many mugs 'M I bringin' out?" The woman looked around at the other handlers, and to her cook. Yee!



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[Marnark’tranarprol]

Laier giggled, but let him go. "Awwwwww! You can blush? Why would you blush? Fyg! He blushes! Did you know that?" She giggled again, then got up on her toes to kiss his cheek before backing off and giving him his requested space. Laier was just playing with him, anyway, and didn't want to upset him. For all she knew, he already had a sweetie hiding somewhere. That was ground she wouldn't trod on. "I don't mind being thought of that way, either." She added, smirking.

Oh, look! Fyg was blushing too! What was this, a blushing party?! Laier could only giggle some more.

Fyg, however, had something else she wanted to talk about, so Laier stilled her mirth. Standing on one leg with the other resting, Laier crossed her arms over her chest to listen in to what the brownhandler had to say. She could only nod afterward, though. They did need to figure out what they were doing. "We don't need to mob the woman, though. Just one of us should be sufficient to get our orders. Even if she's busy doing ... whatever it is that Weyrwomen do." Laier pointed out. Really, it would look like a heist was going down if every one of them tromped in there to 'talk' to the Weyrwoman.

That said, Laier raised her hand. "I'd like some of that."

Me too! Lask agreed, bouncing about and around the two male whers.

"You silly snot, you can't have any." Laier reminded her.

Sidling up between the two big boys, Lask gathered up her haunches and sat down. Whynot?