Hide your children, hide your wives! {Zep}

[Zane]

Little could be done, to ease the burdens of the greenrider. The boy behind him was not a fan of heights, or dragons, and yet had accepted his offer of candidacy. If only he'd admitted to the first of his fears, perhaps then he wouldn't be contemplating as to whether or not the boy had sweat himself to death, or urinated. Either way, he was going to give his green a proper bathing once they'd landed.

The look on the boys face would've had him laughing, were he not so eager to drop him off. Dalibor's new dragon candidate was talking a mile a minute, and had been for the past while. The chosen topic? His favorite broom to sweep with, which, yes, he'd deemed necessary to bring along.

"Did you see the notches in the handle? I put those there!" he hollered after they came out from /between./ "It's important to keep things clean you know. You look clean. How old did you say you were?" The mix of enlightenment and curiosity in the boys tone had the older man frowning, his forehead wrinkling. "I didn't," was the man's only response, to which Zahir nodded slowly. "Well, still, you look very clean." Why this mattered to the boy was beyond the greenrider, but, as his green back-winged and landed in the bowl, he was quick to scoot off.

Zahir remained in place, not seeming to notice that the greenrider was struggling to remove his bag and broom from where they were fastened upon the side of the great green beast. "Thank you for not eating me. You're one of the first who hasn't tried, because I do believe that all the others have thought it. But you didn't think it, so I thank you for such clear thoughts." The green conversed with her rider, which had him scoffing, and going over to help Zahir down.

Once back on solid ground, Zahir dusted himself off, a goofy grin on his pale face. "Well then, here we are, are we? I suppose I'll be headed to the barracks, will I? Where is it you sleep?" he asked casually. The greenrider had had it up to his ears, and so he shoved the boys belongings against his chest, and took off like a shot.

Zahir stared after him, somewhat puzzled, though not at all fazed. "Good day to you cleanly manfolk, we shall meet again!" Raising a hand awkwardly in farewell, he was careful not to drop anything.

Keeping a good distance away from the other dragons landing and taking off, Zahir held on to his things rather tightly. He had not a clue where he was going, and so he didn't move a muscle. Blue eyes darted this way and that as he made out entrances and various faces. For a moment, he'd forgotten how busy a Weyr could be. He'd only been away from Igen for several minutes, and yet in his mind he was stuck on where all of Dalibor's sand was.

What was he supposed to sweep if there was no sand? What an unfathomable situation!

[Zephyr]

I wish you’d fly with me, myRe’on. Cirruth was having a good time stretching his wings and exercising his newfound freedom. He could fly farther and longer than he had been able to a month ago, but Re’on had refused to mount the young blue aside from lessons. His fear of dragons and heights didn’t disappear even though he’d impressed. There were always exceptions to the rules. I’m fine down here. Have fun. He was carrying Hera to get her some food. The orange had been sulky ever since she’d been returned to the boy, having been forced to wear a muzzle all the time.

She was too big to hide in his clothes, but she perched on his shoulders, eyes whirring yellow and red, but she did nothing aside from curling her tail around the boy’s neck and flexing her jaws inside the muzzle with a growl of displeasure. “If you hadn’t attacked Cirruth, you wouldn’t be in this mess.” They both knew the firelizard had no one to blame but herself, and she was lucky that she hadn’t gotten eaten at the hatching. Lucky for both of them she submitted to the firelizards pretty damn quickly.

He stopped dead at the sight of a boy. Not just any boy, but someone he didn’t know looking helplessly lost with a broom and some belongings clutched in his hands. This wasn’t a drudge, they usually had more direction than this. A new candidate, maybe? Why didn’t the rider show him to the barracks. It didn’t matter. He was very good looking, and Re’on was pleased to have the opportunity to be…helpful, indeed.

“Now, what do we have here?” The weyrling spoke up as he approached the boy, his voice low and extremely interested. Hera tried to hide herself beneath the boy’s collar and hissed angrily at the candidate, tail curling a tad more possessively around Re’on’s neck. “You look lost.” It was an obvious inference, and not a question as the weyrling looked the boy up and down thoroughly. “Think I could be of assistance?” The offer was merely meant to be helpful, despite the knowing smirk that followed and he would help, no matter how the boy reacted to Re’on’s particular brand of flirting.

Who are you talking to, Re’on? Ohhhh, don’t get in trouble please. You just got that pesky mean flit back. I’ll be fine, Cirruth.

Well, more than fine, judging by the looks of this one.

[Zane]

Zahir had lost his grip on his possessions by the time that Re'on approached. More focused on the boy's tone and body language than reclaiming what had now clattered to the ground, Zahir couldn't help but smirk. "Well, that all depends-what would you like to have?" So the boy was eager to help him, was he? Or perhaps he was eager for something else. No matter, Zahir was always willing to oblige, never having been seen as anything but easy. Reputation was something that escaped him entirely since he couldn't comprehend what could possibly be wrong with gaining what you desired.

Looking lost, or rather spaced, was somewhat of a forte for the young man. "And let me guess, you have the perfect solution for making me found? How could I turn down such an offer?" Zahir had always been a casual flirt, enjoying the attention it gained him.

The unhappy flit received a quick glance, to which Zahir's expression faltered. "I imagine remaining in one piece is what you had in mind? I would most certainly hope so, though it may not be what your creature there has in mind. Oh dear..." His ramblings indicated his concern for his own safety, as well as the safety of the stranger whom the flit coiled about.

His fear began to overcrowd his prior excitement at having a prospective "friend" of sorts. He wasn't blind, and therefore found the boys good looks a splendid backing to his outward charm. No, no, he most certainly wouldn't kick this one out of bed. (Not that he'd ever desired to kick anyone out of bed before.)

It didn't take much to please Zahir. Never one to judge, but always willing to accept with readiness, he was considered to be an open individual. Despite all of this, Zahir was nothing short of a handful without intending to be. "You were quick to show up, which I can't help but be glad for. You see, I have this itch that could use a bit of scratching, and I must say you're the fellow for the job." The thought had him smiling, much like a child who had received a gift.

[Zephyr]

The boy wasn’t hiding his very obvious ogling now. This kid – and Re’on had been assuming he was indeed a new candidate – was very good looking. Not that there weren’t other good looking candidates, but none that were as receptive as this guy, and for a man who was used to getting slapped for his casual flirting – on a good day – the way the kid opened up under his words was just so refreshing. “I think you know exactly what it is I want.” Re’on said with hooded eyes, taking a step closer to the other boy.

“That’s easy.” He practically purred. Getting back into the swing of things after nearly a year of nothing was easier than he thought it’d be. It was like riding a bike, though that’s not quite what he has in mind as he was finally sanding before Zahir, a lascivious smirk on his face as he moved to lift the kid’s chin so he could look him in the eyes proper. “You don’t turn it down.” He paused, swiping his tongue over his lips as he found himself lost in the other boy’s blue eyes for a moment before he spoke and Hera screeched as soon as the attention was turned towards her.

Re’on dropped Zahir’s face, taking a step back as he suddenly felt very exposed. Hera was hissing angrily at the boy and Cirruth’s probing into his mind was questioning. This boy was a very dangerous one, he decided then. Though, Re’on liked to think that he faced dangers like this quite well. “Don’t mind her.” He said after a moment, and he still hadn’t gained all of his composure back, but he imparted on Hera that he didn’t want to see her for a few hours. The flit froze, debating on whether or not to listen to him or not…but her time spent constantly under guard hadn’t left her completely untouched, and, not wanting that to happen again, she gave a displeased hiss and jumped into the air, disappearing between without fanfare.

“Now. Where were we?” Re’on asked, the smirk returning to his face, now that he didn’t have to worry about his little monster. Even if she had been the reason he’d been going this way in the first place…she’d be okay. There were much more pressing matters in front of him. The smile became genuinely amused as the kid spoke up…and that smile…that smile…it was gorgeous. No matter what happened, he’d have to keep his eye on this one. “Give me a few hours and I’ll scratch anything you want.” Was accompanied by a wink and the smirk, which only grew in its lasciviousness. “First though, I’ll show you to the barracks.”

He didn’t know what was going to happen once he got there. It was so easy to forget that he was a weyrling, utterly responsible for another life…especially around someone like this. He pointed out the general direction they were going, and as Zahir was to pass him, Re’on brushed up against him pointedly, looking him up and down from behind before he fell into step beside the other boy. “Now. I could help you better if I knew your name.” Re’on didn’t know the names of all his conquests, but something told him this one was different. He wasn’t the type you left in the middle of the night…like he was worth coming back to. It hardly mattered right now though, and Re’on honestly just wanted to know who he was. And, tit for tat, “I’m Re’on. Nice to meet you.” He said with a flourishing bow, the grin on his face so wide. No matter what happened, this was someone worth keeping his eye on.

[Zane]

Zahir could most certainly feel a "your place or Mine?" line coming from either one of them. Of course, Zahir enjoyed being on the uptake. As he opened his mouth to speak, he realized he didn't really have a ... "mine" place, quite yet. Well, that could be rectified-couldn't he? He was looking for his "mine" place right now, in fact! What good timing.

When the young man took a step forward-only to place a finger beneath his chin in order to force his gaze-Zahir became momentarily dumbfounded. Who was this stunning lad? He practically barked an order at him, and Zahir could feel his former compliance as a drudge returning. Re'on's flit may have ruined the moment, but the impression the blue weyrling had left would most certainly remain. Zahir watched the interaction between the creature, and his technical master. Only when the flit was sent away did the weight lift off of Zahir's chest. The flit's every action, and sound, had taken up the majority of his attention. It would seem as if Re'on had known this, thereby sending the flit away...

The smile on the dragon candidates face remained, for his attention was unlikely to return to the boy's creature any time soon. See, Zahir had a bit of a problem with focusing on one thing at a time, so much so, that he often forgot what he was doing entirely. "I don't know, where were we indeed?" he replied, flirtation in his tone, though his question was entirely sincere.

A few hours? Why the wait? Zahir seemed to accept this, however, since it wasn't a rejection. "That would be lovely, my dear boy." Bowing, Zahir swept an arm out to the side as a "lead the way" sort of gesture.

The frequent ogling had little effect on Zahir, he didn't mean being side-eyed like a piece of meat. If anything, he saw that as a positive response from anyone! Being well liked was important, yes. It came to be so that they were walking along, one boy checking out the other. Zahir had made to pick up the things he'd dropped prior to their meeting. His possessions were being held against his chest, as before.

Turning his head to the side to view the other just as he was performing a delightful bow of his own, Zahir's endearing smile returned. Oh-a name! Splendid! "Lord Re'on, it is a pleasure." He may have tacked on the title for effect, but he assumed it would go over well. "To better help me, as you so put it, my name is Zahir. Friend, and ally, to you, my good sir." Winking, Zahir continued on down the hall.

His walk betrayed his mood, since he had progressed from a one foot in front of the other type ordeal, to more of a march. Re'on, hm? I like. Large blue eyes were upon Re'on once more. Not so hidden desires were in their depths.