Gotta getcha grove on [Vaelya]

He whistled as he made his way towards the kitchens. A pretty girl and a pretty meal was what he was after and if he had his way he'd have both. Not necessarily in that order. Crooked grin firmly planted on his face, K'ton pushed his way into the kitchens calling greetings here and there as he went. Ducking around the kitchen matron he filched a fruit before sweet talking a pretty little kitchen drudge into filling him a tray. And was rewarded for his efforts by a delightful proposition and a tray full of steaming food. 

Balancing his tray in one hand while he crunched a bite from his fruit, K'ton scanned the room as he entered the dining hall. He scanned for a likely dinner companion and possible bed mate. Ironth's winning of Lith's flight had done a number on his perception of himself and he was near desperate to find a willing partner. He knew that he couldn't change the dragon's lust or what would come in the morning but it never stopped him from feeling like shit about it. I do not know why you worry so much about how you look to others K'ton the brown in question told his rider quietly. Ironth did not understand K'ton's aversion to greenflights. They were fun. Its not so much what others think, Ironth. Its what I think, he replied even quieter. It was difficult to explain the feeling to Ironth, after all greens were female not male so the dragon could not and would not ever be hung up on the same things as his rider.

I still do not understand. It shouldn't matter to you either Ironth said with a touch of confusion. K'ton scowled slightly, Just drop it, would you Ironth? He felt Ironth retreat from his mind, most likely to dwell on what K'ton had said. The brown was forever trying to figure out the workings of his rider. Sometimes he did but most times he did not. Scanning still, K'ton's vision stopped abruptly. A dark hair vixen with smoldering brown eyes was seated just to the right of him. A beauty he'd been trying for the last few turns to settle into his bed.

Striding with purpose now, K'ton came to a stop at her table and not bothering to wait for an invitation to sit, he slid into the seat across from her. Grinning as he grabbed his fork in one hand, "Vaelya! How is the most beautiful woman in the weyr this morning?" he asked before taking a quick bite of his food. "Everything is well with Evritt?" He couldn't remember exactly when he realized that the excited stolen candidate had turned into a woman but when he had he'd tried everything in his power to get her in his bed. Thus far she'd been able to decline all his offers. But he was wearing her down he was sure of it.