Women and Wingmen?
IC Date: 2695.1.21 OOC Date: October 29 2012
Participants: I'ro, T'us Location: Main Clearing
Summary: I'ro, a visiting bronzerider from Ierne talks it up with T'us - of battle scars, women, and wingmen.

Eastern Weyr - Main Clearing

The main clearing of Eastern Weyr is immense, a sprawling space carved out from the verdant jungle that is constantly threatening to encroach from the north and east. There are a few pathways paved with dark stone; otherwise, the ground is full of dust — or worse, mud, during the rainy season — due to the constant churn from dragons taking off and landing. The trees tend to be enormous affairs, sweeping the skies far above the heads of any dragons, with trunks bigger than a dragonlength around. Shaded by the surrounding foliage is the single feature that makes this area suitable for habitation: a series of large bubble caverns provide permanence and shelter for the inhabitants of this tropical Weyr.

By day, this lovely jungle seems to display all of its glory in abundance to those who wander it. There tends to be quite a bit of activity, with dragons coming and going from the preferred launchng point. Autumn is difficult to tell from summer on this lovely coast as the trees in this tropical paradise are given to little change. The days are once again becoming cooler, but the storms are the worst during this season.


Spring looks alot like autumn and maybe even summer in this region. Eastern is known for its warmer tropical climates, typically a difference between sunshine and rain on most days. This day, during it's lingering afternoon comes with scattered clouds and general moments of gray above, the odd sprinkle of rain and breath of cool air. The main clearing is pretty active most days, with numerous dragons coming and going on their daily duties. Varugoth is settled off to the side, straps freshly removed, piled near his feet as his rider is rubbing down some dull looking patches on that bronzen hide. The rider is a short but lanky fellow, pale in skin, with bright ginger hair, long neck and larger than normal ears. While not on watch duty or anything like that, Varugoth can't help himself but to rumble greeting to those coming and going, as if he'd prefer to be on the heights doing just as much.

I'ro has been running around Eastern quite often of late. What started as a one time delivery of items to an old grandmother, turned into an almost daily visit for tea and cookies. Thankfully, his guard shifts at Ierne have been steady enough to keep allowing these sneaky visits. Eve the gray skies haven't kept him from his social business today! The bronzerider steps out of a hut along the main clearing, smiling over his shoulder as the door closes behind him. In one hand is a small bag tied with ribbon, and in the other hand…a cookie. His lilac colored eyes flick over to Tiwazth, who has settled himself not far off. The bronze raises his head at the sound of Varugoth, shifting his constantly orange flecked eyes towards him to rumble a greeting.

Varugoth swishes out his wings to the side, sails rasping against one another before resettling them against his flanks. The bronzes maw opens to show his teeth almost like a dragonic smile, crooning with some enthusiasm to Tiwazth, whom while around, has never received this special treatment from Varugoth. The noise makes T'us look up and over his shoulder, catching sight of the cooking carrying individual. His eyes dance over toward the hut where the man came from and while it's not T'us that makes the move first, since Varugoth is doing his best to seem welcoming, he does call over, "Hi there," a beat, "Eastern's duties."

Muscles ripple as Tiwazth stands, gaze still locked onto Varugoth. Forelegs bend as he dips his head in a rather fluid bow. He might not be as large as the younger bronze, but Tiwazth isn't exactly small, and it's quite a graceful motion considering his size. "Ierne's duties." I'ro smiles softly in T'us' direction before bringing his hand, cookie and all, up for a brief salute. "Enjoying your day so far?"

"It's better than the other day, not as much rain!" T'us admits, patting his very gracious bronzen-host on the shoulder, letting the overly friendly bronze wiggle about to show his esteem for the greeting in return. There's a moment that T'us considers letting the other bronzer go on his way but he thinks better of it, a challenge to himself, a challenge from the harpers he's working with, "Coming by just for the cookies?" T'us inquires with a slight grin.

I'ro grins, "I remember that one. My Lady was complaining about her aching joints." The words could be easy enough to mistake as referring to a girlfriend, but the bronzer honestly doesn't mean it that way. His Lady is very very old! "Nah, not just cookies…tea too." I'ro gives a playful smirk for the younger man before continuing. "Have you ever tried Minaxi's cookies? I don't think I've tasted better anywhere else." Tiwazth seems quite pleased with the Eastern bronze, and rumbles his approval for that wiggle sort of thing he gets in return.

"The healers might have something for aching joints," T'us offers, with a shrug though, because he isn't too certain how far it can go. Numb weed most likely. "Cookies and tea,' there's some amusement in the lad's tone as he reiterates what was given for an answer, "I won't delve too much further into the meaning there!" He turns to Varugoth to add a bit more creamy oil to the spots where his hide looks dulled. "Minaxi?" that doesn't ring a bell, not to him at least, but not because Minaxi isn't well known, just because he doesn't know anyone himself! "Um, no… I can't say I have. Tarrin's the local baker that most people go to… Have you tried his shop? You might find that your lady's cookies have some competition."

I'ro chuckles, "I keep telling her to go, but she just won't listen to me." He makes his way over towards Tiwazth then, running a calloused hand affectionately down the bronze's side. "No one can fathom the depths of cookies and tea." A smirk plays at the bronzer's lips before he leans against his lifemate. "Mhm, Minaxi. You really should try them. She might not have been a baker, but she's got about 50 turns of baking experience behind her. But Tarrin, you say? I haven't herd the name but seems like I'll have to try. Maybe him and my lady should have a competition." It'd be entertaining!

"When does a woman ever listen to a man, huh?" T'us teases, greasing up the cream against those dull patches here and there, massaging it in until it fades away into the bronze's hide - sort of like sunlotion. Wiping off the excess on a cloth sticking out the back of his pants, he meanders a little further toward the other rider, "Minaxi sounds-" wait, he stops at the mention of 50 turns of experience, eyebrows lifting, "There it is, the truth of their words. Love has no bounds and knows no limits." He chuckles, nodding at the mention of a bake-off, "You know, that'd be sort of fun. I could bring it to the Weyrwoman's attention, maybe we can have an official competition or something."

"When we buy them presents!" I'ro quips back with a grin. Lilac eyes and the hazel flecks within them watch with mild curiosity as the younger man massages the cream into his lifemate's hide. The bronzer doesn't push off from Tiwazth's hide when T'us comes close, though he does extend a hand. The name's I'ro by the way, Tiwazth's. And if it was the kind of love that I think you're thinking about, Minaxi's husband would have me skinned and cooked for some beast to eat for dinner." I'ro chuckles quietly at his own words. "Still love her though. And I'd have to stop by for that if you guys really did have a competition. Especially if there'll be cookies." He's a cookie-fiend. There's really no hiding it.

"Is that the secret?" T'us over exaggerates his tone and makes his eyes widen a little, as if he hadn't ever had the clue of such an inspirational idea. Then he smirks, "Does it work? Giving them presents? I should try that one day… if I ever need to," ahh poor bronzer without women! Totally -not- typical, but that's what happens when a geek impresses to a bronze. The younger man extends his hands forward only after the cream is indeed off his own skin, "T'us, that's Varugoth." A shake, a nod, all that. Then a chuckle, "Oh. My mistake. It would make for a good story though, a man sweeping in to a Weyr, to visit his love and share her cookies and tea." He winks, tucking his towel in his back pocket, brushing fingers through his hair, "It'd probably make more sense for you to build a hut right next to her's." He can't help but put on a teasing smirk, which slides off at the last, "Where there is baking, there are cookies, right?"

I'ro snickers quietly at T'us' reaction. "Mhm, it's a well known secret that's been passed down from father and son through generations. But I thought it better to let everyone know. The real trick? Getting the right present. Impossible to read a woman's mind." The last part seems to be sincere at least, not that it keeps him from having that gentle smile on his face. The 'mistake' is waved off with the smallest of smirks. "Don't worry about it. CAlling her my lady sort of invites a misinterpretation, doesn't it? But building a hut isn't such a bad idea. Then I could sneak through the windows for cookie and tea. Though I don't think I'd get any thanks for suddenly ditching the Ierne guard." T'us' smirk brings a broad grin to I'ro's face. "There are indeed."

"That's the reason I didn't know it-" T'us clicks his fingers, snapping them before he puts his hands on his hips, "Father son thing didn't work out so well with me." Not that he's terribly sad about it, "Thanks for filling me in!" He chuckles, nodding at the mention of mind reading, "I blew it with the one girl I liked, so I've discovered it's pretty impossible to tell what they want." The ginger puts on a comfortable smirk yet again for the picture that I'ro paints with his words, "She might learn to keep a broom at her window. Women don't like their baked goods disappearing at night. My mum would smack my fingers if I went sneaking." Ahh, the only woman he truly knows anything about! Mama. "The Ierne guard?" That perks his interest a little, sizing up the fellow standing infront of him now, "Is there good pay in that? I heard it was a little … shady over there."

"Well, maybe you'll have a kid on day. You can do the whole father son thing with him." I'ro smiles softly before glancing up towards Tiwazth and smirking. There's likely some comment that was exchanged between them, maybe something to do with the fact that the bronzer's 30 and he hasn't got a kid yet. Which is quite a feat really. "Blew it completely? There could be a way to fix it. But hey, maybe there's another girl waiting out there. Could travel some and go see?" As the other bronzer continues, Tiwazth lets out a chuff of amusement. "My lady might have weak joints, but I really wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of any broom thwacks from her." Shady? I'ro makes a small face at that and sighs. "It's a little….unpleasant sometimes, yeah. The pay's good enough. Went there for some rehab really, but I liked it so I just ended up staying on."

T'us stares at I'ro for a long moment before he gives a dry laugh, "Uhm, chances are pretty low for that around here…" He rolls his eyes, "The ones I want are taken, the ones that want me are of the same sex… It's not a winning combination." The younger man considers the older with one shoulder rolling up at the mention of blowing it, "It's not just that… She's um, she… she has three girlfriends. I can't compete when I don't have the right parts…" He does nod some about the travelling, "I… have been trying. I went to Fort and talked to a girl there. Not… not that it lasted long." And that's enough about that situation. The ginger rolls with the rest of the conversation, smirking for the broom thwacks and listening intently to the mention of Ierne and some rehab. "What happened if you don't mind me asking?"

I'ro raises an eyebrow at the stare, though when T'us goes on to explain the Iernian has to shake his head. "Shards, sounds like you've got it tought around here. And I'm guessing most of the new influx is candidates, so can't even look there too much." At the mention of a quick conversation with a Fortian, the bronzer has to chuckle. "It's a process, I guess. The more girls the talk to the more comfortable you'll get. But /three/ girlfriends? That…might be a bit of a lost cause. Never know though!" I'ro is trying his best to be supportive, but the situation with the girl T'us likes does sounds a bit bleak. "Hm? Ah, the rehab thing…" I'ro's lips curl into a soft whisp of a smile. "Long story short, two drunk guys. One of them pulled a knife, and when I tried to break it up…well, let's say that's probably the deepest and ugliest scar I've gotten to date."

"It is…," he shrugs, seemingly becoming long since used to the idea of going solo, "But at least there are dancing girls at the Lunar tavern now and then." A good show of flesh helps, right? The mention of candidates makes him smirk, "Yeah… those are off limits and considering I work in the Terra wing, it's best I don't even look." As for the lost cause, he does nod, "I…think she's a lost cause. The whole Weyr seems to want to play with her. Greenriders…" Tsch. He folds his arms across his chest, trying to give another shrug to the matter, as if he were all non-chalant about it. Thankfully, the subject matter of the other guy getting stabbed is at least a little more interesting than failed attempts with women. "And… you still play guard after that?" There's an impressive whistle, "I've had enough knives pointed at me for a lifetime myself."

I'ro laughs, a good deep sound that seems to come from his stomach. "That's definitely one way to get exposure to some girls. Though honestly? If you can hold a conversation with them, I'm sure you'd be fine." And really, you don't get anywhere as a guard without having some sort of perception skills. So when T'us mentions greenriders and folds his arms across his chest, the Iernian simply lets theconversation drop. The younger man might look non-chalat, but I'ro's getting some vibes that say he just shouldn't pry. "Tiw and I've got one purpose in life really, and that's to protect. Don't think I could really do anything else. I'm sure the day I die it's going to be in the middle of some kind of fight." I'ro shakes his head and gives his lifemate's hide another fond pat. Talk about morbid.

"Ah, the problem… right there," T'us admits, "Easier said than done…" At least for him. Typically, one wouldn't know it now, but he's not this forward. It's just easier to talk to other guys for some reason, at least the ones that don't want to flirt with him. And he looks thankful for when the conversation doesn't carry about the greenrider whose caused him so much self-confidence issues. "Go out with a fight huh?" T'us shakes his head, turning his attention back to Varugoth, then on the Ierne bronzer, "Not something I'd pursue, but I bet the girls go wild for it huh?" A roll of his jaw back and forth, "Well, I don't mean to take up your time though, it did look like you were on your way out."

I'ro laughs quietly, "Well if I happen by on one of those nights I'll have Tiwazth get in touch. Maybe you'll do better with a wing man." A wing man that has no intention of hitting on T'us! "No other way we'd rather go out." The bronzer gives Tiwazth's hide a light punch, which earns a snort of amusement from the dragon. "The couple of girls I've actually made a pass at did like the scars…" He might be a little picky in that area. "Nah, don't worry about. I wasn't in a particular hurry…though I should probably head back before someone starts missing me. Nice meeting you, T'us."

T'us actually cracks a large smile at the offer to have a wingman, what's this, a friend? No way! The ginger nods at that, "It's worth a try!" He offers, considering the other wingmen he's had in the past were a little more interest in him. Ahh such is the life. "I've already had a few near death experiences, so I'd rather just go out old and in my sleep." He smirks, not willing to have the same excitement that I'ro is with his future. "Someone probably does!" he smirks, "Great meeting you as well. I'll have Varu send a word to yours if there's anything interesting going on around here."

"Honestly? I wish I'd let myself die in my sleep. Sounds peaceful, but it just wouldn't sit right with me." I'ro smiles softly before moving up Tiwazth's side and strapping himself in. "Good plan, just send word! Might have to trade shifts with someone if I think it's particularly interesting." Like if cookies are involved. Though woman are interesting too. "See you around." And with that, the bronze pair from Ierne is headed back.

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