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21.Aug.22, 04:38 PM
"I know it's not High Reaches, but I'm actually okay with that. I'd taken..." K'dar paused to shake his head and clear out the thought before continuing, "it just makes me think of things I don't want to right now. Besides, it's too hot to do anything during the day in Igen anyway, so it just means I'll be able to sleep in even with all of the responsibilities that come with leading a Weyr." He pushed open the door to his new weyr and ushered Yfris inside only to be greeted by a flash of hissing bronze. Tibs responded in kind, his own wings flaring as he growled and hissed at the intruder.
At least it was just a brief confrontation before the charcoal marked flitter landed on the counter next to a basket of fruit, eyes still swirling red. "Hey buddy.... what's got you so pissed right now? I don't have the twins, Sir. And why do you have a little basket there?" The bronze flitter let out a low warning growl that was actually rather impressive for his size. Tibs tried to emulate it up on K'dar's shoulder. "Hey, now both of you-" The fruit is likely poisoned. K'dar grabbed onto Yfris's shoulder to keep him from trying to go near the basket.
"Hold on. What was that about poisoned fruit?" With a rumbling sigh, knowing that K'dar had only asked the question aloud so that his lordling would be at least half informed, Tiberuth addressed the both of them. Urudith just informed me that the basket may be full of poisoned fruit. Cazan just discovered a basket in her weyr that had a label from T'ryn. Only he didn't send any fruit to her. S'far also encountered a suspicious food item in his own weyr. He is on his way to your brother's weyr once he is done with a couple of matters.
K'dar frowned and walked to the basket, undeterred by Sir's hisses and snaps. "I just want to see who it's from, and then bring it with me. We won't eat any of it." Sir glared for a moment, pacing around, but as soon as he saw that the fruit remained untouched even as the basket was picked up he let out a soft huff and flew over to aggressively shower Yfris with nuzzles before settling down. Tibs eyed the basket curiously, venturing partway down K'dar's arm to get a better look at it before a flash of memory sent him skittering back up to curl around the man's neck instead.
"It was chocolates sent to my weyr that got her," he said with a growl of his own through gritted teeth. Breathe. You have to keep focused and productive right now. K'dar nodded, and after a few deep breaths he beckoned for Yfris to follow him. "You shouldn't stay here." At least it wasn't a long walk to his brother's weyr, and soon enough he was knocking before cracking the door open to cautiously look around.
He relaxed as soon as he saw T'ryn. "Oh good. Is everyone fine? Where is Cazan?" His brother didn't look nearly panicked enough for anything catastrophic to have happened just yet. K'dar lifted up his basket of fruit. "Someone sent this, says it's from you. Do we actually know if it's poisoned or not? It could possibly be a prank of some sort." He doubted it was though, and seeing the basket on T'ryn's counter made him frown even more as he considered another question. "Do we know how many of these are out there?"
At least it was just a brief confrontation before the charcoal marked flitter landed on the counter next to a basket of fruit, eyes still swirling red. "Hey buddy.... what's got you so pissed right now? I don't have the twins, Sir. And why do you have a little basket there?" The bronze flitter let out a low warning growl that was actually rather impressive for his size. Tibs tried to emulate it up on K'dar's shoulder. "Hey, now both of you-" The fruit is likely poisoned. K'dar grabbed onto Yfris's shoulder to keep him from trying to go near the basket.
"Hold on. What was that about poisoned fruit?" With a rumbling sigh, knowing that K'dar had only asked the question aloud so that his lordling would be at least half informed, Tiberuth addressed the both of them. Urudith just informed me that the basket may be full of poisoned fruit. Cazan just discovered a basket in her weyr that had a label from T'ryn. Only he didn't send any fruit to her. S'far also encountered a suspicious food item in his own weyr. He is on his way to your brother's weyr once he is done with a couple of matters.
K'dar frowned and walked to the basket, undeterred by Sir's hisses and snaps. "I just want to see who it's from, and then bring it with me. We won't eat any of it." Sir glared for a moment, pacing around, but as soon as he saw that the fruit remained untouched even as the basket was picked up he let out a soft huff and flew over to aggressively shower Yfris with nuzzles before settling down. Tibs eyed the basket curiously, venturing partway down K'dar's arm to get a better look at it before a flash of memory sent him skittering back up to curl around the man's neck instead.
"It was chocolates sent to my weyr that got her," he said with a growl of his own through gritted teeth. Breathe. You have to keep focused and productive right now. K'dar nodded, and after a few deep breaths he beckoned for Yfris to follow him. "You shouldn't stay here." At least it wasn't a long walk to his brother's weyr, and soon enough he was knocking before cracking the door open to cautiously look around.
He relaxed as soon as he saw T'ryn. "Oh good. Is everyone fine? Where is Cazan?" His brother didn't look nearly panicked enough for anything catastrophic to have happened just yet. K'dar lifted up his basket of fruit. "Someone sent this, says it's from you. Do we actually know if it's poisoned or not? It could possibly be a prank of some sort." He doubted it was though, and seeing the basket on T'ryn's counter made him frown even more as he considered another question. "Do we know how many of these are out there?"
