[G] [C] [EVENT] 744.11.26 | A Tad Protective

He wasn't a fighter. Despite the way his mouth could anger a person here and there, he had yet to actually be hit nor had he ever been stirred to anger enough to bother instigating something. It had been a marvellous feat and he had to go and ruin it because of one little comment. His siblings were going to have a field day teasing the shit out of him for months to come when they found out he might actually care about them. But that would be a future problem, as he was currently, somehow, straddling a bluerider in the dining cavern, his already sore hand still balled and flying at the man's face yet again to the hooting and hollering from the spectators. Yeah, if he was going to go down in flames, might as well do it spectacularly.

"Anything else you want to say about my sister?" Orgailian growled, leaning in close to the rider's face. The Asshat had the audacity to chuckle before spitting blood in his face, causing Orgailian to lean back again and wipe away the mess. 

"She probably hits harder than you," Asshat laughed again to a mixed chorus of cheering and booing before shoving him hard enough to tip the scales back into his favour to buck Orgailian from him. He may not have been a brawler, but he was wily and squirmed with the best of them; something he proved after taking a hard punch to the jaw. Son of a bitch! The pain was enough motivation to get his ass in gear again and dodged the next hit and got them both back on the ground with Asshat pinned once more.

Not that it mattered as he heard a familiar voice call out one of his lesser used nicknames before he was dragged off the bluerider. He glared at Mylorah for interrupting his vengeance and barely heard her asking what he was doing above the ringing in his ears. "He called our sister a whore! Not Casa. Wynera."

If he thought he had been putting on a show, it was nothing compared to seeing the co-Junior Weyrwoman fly at the bluerider.

It was strange to walk into the dining cavern laughing at something Tazikel had said, to then find a brawl in progress where curiosity took over, to seeing one of her brothers in the middle of it all. "Gaili!" It was also strange it was Orgailian and not K'dar, like she always assumed it would be. T'ryn was a distant second place if she had to rank brothers who would throw down for anger issues or defending someone's honour. But, Orgailian? Last, definitely last.

She quickly dove in to pull her brother away, much to the crowd's disappointment--and even amusement that one of the Junior Weyrwomen was stepping in. "What has gotten into you?" She rolled her eyes at the apparent slight to Casa. "Casa doesn't care what anyone says abo--what? That asshat!" Mylorah swore before taking three steps back toward the bluerider and leaping onto his back, legs wrapped around his waist and arms on his neck. Who did he think he was to insult Wynera? She was the purest of their messed up bunch and didn't deserve such filth to look at her!

Now there was an idea. She switched from choking the man to attempting to claw out his eyes, though it was proving difficult with his hands constantly batting at and yanking hers away while he called her crazy. She growled in frustration and growled again when Amagrith tried to intervene. 

What are you doing? This isn't proper! Mylorah had no idea where her dragon started getting all these notions of being proper from. Maybe Bedith. She had been trying to cosy up to the Weyrwoman while they had a brief overlap on the Sands. That was all well and good, but some rules needed to be broken and this was one of those times.

Remember how we cherish our special friends and family? Mylorah grunted as she landed on her ass, having been successfully dislodged. Sometimes we have to defend them as well. This guy said untrue and mean things about Winnie. And maybe it wasn't the best time for a lesson after all as the gold dragon roared from the entrance to the Sands, making everyone in the room pause. Silence fell over them as Amagrith deigned it necessary to tell everyone, You will leave my favourite people alone!

Everyone suddenly seemed to find their food interesting once more as people moved back to their seats or for the exit. The asshat raised his hands in surrender and took a few steps back before deciding it was safe to turn his back on the insane pair of siblings and booked it out the door as well, likely to the infirmary.

Everyone's fine now, Ama. I'll come see you soon, okay? You go rest now. Mylorah felt the ripple of anxiety through the bond before it relaxed as her dragon gave up on the crusade and returned to her current favourite spot on the Sands. When a hand appeared before her with her knight smiling down at her, Mylorah returned it and let him help her back to her feet. "Always a gentleman, Sir Tazicurls." She gave him a quick kiss and shooed him off. "Go mingle. I should patch up my brother and brace for our impending doom from S'far or Mulrissa." No need to get anyone else involved in the drama.

"C'mon, baby brawler," Mylorah grabbed Orgailian's hand and tugged until he sighed and followed her back to her weyr. She ordered some supplies to be sent up, mumbling to her brother that she hated having such power but might as well use it before probably losing it.