Borrowing and Sneaking ((open.esp to Golds/Rnkrs))

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((lol...itd be funny to see Ki'lair get in trouble, or at least get embarrassed by eing caught.))

Ki'lair tried to creep as silently as possibly around the records room. with the weyrleaders weyrs so close by, not to mention Ruet's and all the Wingleaders Weyrs as well, he didn't want to risk any noise. A small glow rested in his palm and it shed an eary light on the hides and books that dominated the room. He was looking for something specific. Aha! He found it and pulled a thin, hide volume out from one of the shelves, and then a thick dark red folder out from a drawer beneath it. He quickly tucked them under his arm and began walking back towards the door.

It was late. much to late to be sneaking about the recrods room and pocketing thing without permission, epsecially such old and probably irreplacable ones. But it had been bugging him for hours, he just had to find out. At the turn of the second pass, had Wing formations got 3 or for dragons across on the second row? Well he was certainly nerotic and such to believe that it was such an important issue that it warrented sekaing into the ranking records room to find out.

He believed in rules. He loved rules, but he would return it by morning and no one would ever no the two items were gone. So what was the harm in it? He tried to reason to himself but couldn't stop from being a little nervous. He was almost to the door when he heard a small crah. Shards! he must have disoldged soem of the volumes when he;d taken his out. He was done for now. He quicky turned and began to put the precious hides back in their places, hoping fervently that no one had heard. This would be just a perfect way to start making his reputation in the Weyr!

[LyricalBlue]

A slim nondescript woman stood in the doorway, leaning against the wall. Her dark eyes watched Ki'lair's movement across the records room. She stayed quiet as she watched him shuffle about with a slow smirk crossing across her face. Curiouser and curiouser, the woman shifted to pull her nightshift back up over one slim shoulder. Certainly as she was now, the Weyrwoman of Ponaa Weyr hardly looked like the woman of rank she was. But then, her roots had been more humble than most. And tonight she had been up late again, wandering the Weyr. On these excursions she did her best to look as un-Weyrwoman-like as possible. So tonight she wore a simple, if thin nightshift that was as common as randy riders in the Weyr.

The smile creeped further up and Lyrai flashed white teeth, deciding to speak just as Ki'lair turned around. Sneaking into the records room, shame shame. Ly did her best not to giggle and instead raised one eyebrow mockingly. It was very dark, and she did hope he wouldn't recognize her. Not that the bronzes spent much time around her anyway. They were mostly working with N'mos when she talked to them and when he was around they wouldn't get within a dragonlength of her. Of course that did give her the chance to observe them better and she knew Ki'lair from a mile away. The Wingthird had a kind of stride that was hard for others to mimic.
"Find what you're looking for Bronzerider?"

[menta]

Ki'lair wouldn't jump in surprise, but if he was the kidn of person that would jump in surprise, he would have then. Instead he just looked up, slightly startled, and incredibly flustered. "Weyrwoman milady." He said in a sharp whiper and in an attempt to bow and with his arms still full of hides he ended up looking so much less than his usual poised self. And that just made him fumble worse. He was never good at talkign eith women, but being confronted by Lyrai was nearly his worst nightmare. He didn't say anything until he had regained some composure and finished putting away the ones he didn't need. He kept the original two in his arms.

"Yes...ah, yes milady. I uh. Well you see...i needed to look up something, and the general Weyr records didnt go back that far see...and it was late, and i didn't really want to both you and the Weyrleader for permission so i just thought i'd, i thought i'd...well i was going to have it returned by morning..." He trailed off lamely and shut his mouth with a gulp. He had nothign else to stay, or was afraid he would just say something else stupid and just waited tensly or Lyrai to continue.

[LyricalBlue]

Lyrai snorted; char and shard, it he had recognized her. Ah well she probably shouldn't have played with the bronzerider anyway, no matter how much amusement she would have gained from the incident. As he stuttered through an explanation, the Weyrwoman's face remained impassive though inwardly she was giggling like a lovestruck candidate. Nervous thing wasn't he, but then being confronted by a Weyrwoman in the middles of the night would be enough to make the Master Smith nervous. Lyrai did smile then and stepped out into the room. She kept a tight hand on the front of her shift and the other brushed back an errant strand of black hair from her face.

She walked up to Ki'lair and took the skins from him, examining them for a moment in the dim light before handing them back. Lyrai nearly sighed, why did it seem that all bronzeriders we toweringly tall. Maybe the hatchlings knew instinctivly that tall men could scratch more places. Or maybe it was just her luck. She waved one hand dismissively.
"Take them, just make sure you see them back undamaged. The only one who would possibly be looking at those is N'mos and I'm sure you'll discuss whatever you're looking for with him anyway." N'mos... feh. It seemed none of the Weyr's goldriders were happy with their mates. But then, that was one of the many costs of riding gold. And Lyrai knew she'd deal with a hundred men like N'mos if it meant she could stay by her Queen.

The Weyrwoman winced but covered the momentary lapse with a small smile. The Weyr needed men who were obsessed with thread patterns and flying formations, it was what kept them alive, even if it left little time for romance. Her job wasn't to be having fun, it was to keep the Weyr and thus the rest of Pern, alive. "And consider yourself to have free access to the records here. But I expect a full report Ki'lair. But if you so much as fingerprint one of these skins..." She let the sentance fall off and grinned wickedly up at the tall man. As she lifted up a finger to punctuate the warning the shift slid off one slim shoulder again. The Weyrwoman's grin didn't change at all, who said she couldn't have a little fun now and then.

[menta]

Ki'lair looked down at the younger, smaller woman and smiled gratefully. "Aye, N'mos won't even know the difference. And i'm sure he'll be pleased with what i find. Its fascinating really. How the basics of Wing formation have evolved over the turns. I've often thought i should create a series outlining this chronilogica-" His eyes helpessly trailed down her shoulder. "Ok, mybe not that interesting but ah huh," He coughed, "A report, certainly." He bowed his head slightly to her.

He looked awkwardly past her to the door. "So um, i'll be on my way, and you should be heading back to N'mos." He said unemotionally. He tucked the hides gently into his coat and took a step towards the door, smiling mechanically at her as he waited for her to, hopefully, step aside for him.

[LyricalBlue]

Lyrai snorted, making it obvious exactly what she thought of that idea. In public the Weyr had to present a united front. But the Wingthird hardly counted as public, besides Lyrai was sure N'mos 'discussed' his thoughts on her leadership. The Weyrleader surely had expressed that plenty of times when they were alone. But he kept the Weyr running, so who was she to complain. And the way Ki'lair had stressed N'mos's name made things clear enough indeed. Lyrai inclined her head and stepped aside.
"My duty to your Alazrath."

Then the Weyrwoman turned and began to head back down the other corridor that led directly to her weyr. Shards and shells, N'mos only wanted her for the position. And d**n the man, he'd made it clear enough that she was his and no other's. Lyrai sighed and shook her head; she'd said and would continue to say it, Zhariath was worth the price. Though she did find many a day where she longed to just take her Queen and leave, find some uninhabited island out in the middle of nowhere. Lyrai sighed again, shard duty; she was just some Harper's child anyway. Who was she to run a Weyr? Weyrwomen were noble born or healers, they wern't errant harpers.

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Ki'lair cleared his throat slightly at her reaction. The only thing he was really god t talking about was work...and it was derafully dull, soemtimes even to himself. "And to you Zharieth. May he always clutch well." He said and paused for a second, watching her walk away. She seemed in a bit of a mood. Even though he was terrible with his own emotions, he was farely good at reading others. He pulled her back gently by shoulder as she began to leave. "Are you ok, Weyrwoman?" He hoped he hadn't offended her in some way. "Did i say something wrong?" He asked slowly his blue eyes showing warnth and concern they hadn't for many turns. It was an instinct he couldn't help, even though he had given up his work with the Weyrlings. He could be as anti-social and as much of a mess as he liked, but if someone seemed in need of help, he would offer.

[LyricalBlue]

The Weyrwoman stopped and pulled the nightshift back up over her shoulder before turning around to face Ki'lair. He looked geniunely concerened she had to hand him that at the least not that it really made the least bit of diffrence. She tilted her head and studied him flatly for a moment, wondering how much he knew and how much she should say. Then Lyrai smiled slightly, what could it hurt, obviously not N'mos.

"The only time the Weyrleader and I spend the night together is durring a Flight." Lyrai nodded and turned back to retreat down the corridor. "Good night to you bronzerider." Too much fomrality? Probably, but then if she jumped at every male who showed up near her weyr at night she'd be riding green and not gold. A small smile graced her face, and she took one slow step after another. Besides wasn't the chase what being a dragonrider was all about.

[menta]

"Ah.." He cleared his throar akwardly. More than he really needed to know, but it definatly interested him. He was fairly new to Alpha wing after all...and he didn't really know his Wingleader that well. "Goodnight Weyrwoman." He said in greeting and watched her begin to leave. He wanted to say something, call her back. She was intriguing. As a Wingrider first and foremost, he didn't often see the Weyrwoman in any situation other than bing on the Weyrleader's arm at feasts. But that wouldn't be in his nature.

"Thanks for uh, letting me use the records," He said lamely, just loud enough so she could hear. He shoved his hands into his pockets, holding the records underneath his arm and waited a few seconds at the threshold of the record.

[LyricalBlue]

Rasing a hand in a wave of dismissal, Lyrai continuted to walk back to her weyr.
"We're all fighting the same fight after all Ki'lair." And because of that she'd have to be mildly insane to even think of denying him access to the records, even if he thought he had to sneak into the records room in the middle of the night. She laughed inwardly, what was the Weyr comming to that the Wingthird of Alpha would think he didn't have access to those records.

Thankfully the trip back into her own weyr was a blessedly short one and Lyrai stopped for a long moment to look over for where Zhariath should be. The Queen had been recovering slowly and was still on the Hatching Sands drooling over her clutch. Zhariath seemed to be worried that another Queen was going to steal her eggs, though she trusted her twin and Amenth wasn't anywhere near old enough. Lyrai had tried to explain that the closest other queen was at Southern, but Zhariath, as usual would have none of it. Lyrai reached out to feel the Queen sleeping deeply, that at least was a blessing. The Weyrwoman could sleep in her own bed tonight, of course one glance at that made her snort in disgust. Oh yes, she could sleep in her own bed tonight, alone and sharding cold. She sighed and shook her head, ah well perhaps the next time Zhar rose...

[menta]

Ki'lair watched her go and then took steps from the records room himself. He nearly smiled and then bent his head and stuffed his hand in his pockets, walking down the corridor to the Wingthrids' weyrs. Hey Laz. He greeted his sleepy dragon briefly, but didn't go to sleep himself. Instead he unovered his glow lamp on his desk and got to work on copying out the hides. But surprisingly for him he could concentrate, and it wasn't just the constant tiredness that always seemed to way on him. He was torn. He had come to Ponaa with hope for somewhere better. A Weyr where the Weyrleaders were so seperate concerned him. But he pushed it to the back of mine and continued with his writing, never smudging a letter.