[G] [P] [EVENT] 740.12.13 | Accidental Date

You remembered to send the message to K'tir? the bronze asked him for the thirtieth time since they headed out Ista. You would think I've never sent a message before, N'vian replied to the bronze drily. Well, ya never know with you, Skor retorted as he burst from between. N'vian blew out his breath as the bronze bugled to the watch dragon on Ista's heights, announcing their presence with as much fanfare as the bronze was likely to use and N'vian rolled his eyes. Head over to K'tir's weyr, he should be waiting, N'vian directed the bronze and earned himself a disgruntled shake as Skor headed towards the weyr in question.

Skorzanth back winged as he settled on the ledge and glanced around, I wonder where Ghaeth is? he asked in confusion. The bronze had fully expected the brown to be there to keep him company while he waited for N'vian to conclude his business with K'tir. How obnoxious that he'd forgotten Skorzanth and N'vian were coming to visit.

"Dunno," the man answered knowing full well Skorzanth hadn't expected one, "Maybe he didn't want to listen to you drone on and on about yourself." Skorzanth huffed out a breath and N'vian slid down, removing his goggles and flight hat. He dragged a hand through his short hair and tied his hat along with the goggles to his riding straps.

"I'll be back," he told the bronze as he moved towards K'tir's weyr. He knocked before entering and he didn't wait for an answer before he was shoving his way into K'tir's weyr. "K'tir......" N'vian's called out greeting trailed off as he took in the scene before him. What in the actual fuck was going on? That was not K'tir and what the hell were the glasses for? He did have to admit, as a slow smile grew on his lips, that the sight was rather delightful. "And you are not K'tir," he drawled, "Far too pretty to be a crusty ol' brownrider but I'm a bit confused as to why you are here."