Bored Beautiful

[songofhope]

Eris had gone from thrilled, to bored senseless.

It wasn't her fault, not really. She loved going to weyrs. The new people, the usually handsome faces, and the dragons... She loved the beautiful dragons. Aries was less than thrilled about that aspect of the trip, and other than the short ride in, had spent his time close to one of the wagons, nickering nervously and checking the sky. Poor creature did not want to be next on the menu... And Eris was simply stuck on the black back, inspecting the few people that had come out to see the fabrics and bright beading that her people enjoyed. Word was that this place was hidden. Her father hadn't given a toss, and when it was brought up had simply told the offending brother that they didn't involve themselves with weyr business. They traded, they left. Gossip was the practice of the hold and weyrfolk, a practice he refused to take part in.

Eris sighed, looking around. Too sharding quiet. How in the world was one to have fun if everyone was hiding. Her father was with the boys, talking among themselves, and here she was, tied to the wagon... It wasn't fair, and it certainly wouldn't stand. Tribe was even bored, and Eris scooped the blue and while flitter that looked to be melting on Aries's back and brought him up to eye level. The flitter merely peeped amiably, leaning forward to nuzzle his rider's nose. Eris grinned, and stuck the little blue on her shoulder, putting arms down on Aries's back to find her center. She curved one long leg, bare due to the high slits of the sky blue rider's skirts, folding her knee up to her chest. She bit her lip, Tribe's concerned meeps in her ear as she used her foot as her lifting point, ever so slowly raising up and slipping her other leg under her.

To his credit, Aries did not move, recognizing his rider's antics as the usual, and simply waited for whatever was to come. Tribe chattered crazily, however, opening his wings to get his own balance when the young blond jumped onto the wagon. Years of practice dancing, combined with her strength from climbing trees made the young woman move gracefully, even in the awkward posture of climbing, and she swung atop the wooden wagon smoothly. Bare feet found solid wood beneath them, Tribal wrapped his tail around her arm as Eris pulled herself upright, standing a good distance around everyone in the weyrbowl like a bright white-blond beacon in the sun. With the beading and gypsy bells that made up her outfit, she glittered like a star and grinned like the cat that ate the canary. If this wasn’t fun, she was going to sharding make it fun.

Whistling sharply to the group of young men around her father, she grinned, and Eris twirled just once. The point was clear. It was just too quiet, too still. There was no harm in a bit of a party, now was there? Besides, wouldn’t music bring out the people hiding within so antisocially? Her father’s stern look didn’t faze her, the slight half smile she gave him was just the perfect amount to have him melting in the palm of her hand. Daddy was just too easy. One brother already had his pan pipes, and a few more were rummaging in the saddlebags of runners to find any respective instrument. Eris arched her back sensually with the first trill of the flutes. Tribe took flight, winging around his rider merrily. Some of the boys laughed and clapped, and Eris grinned as she swept with long arching movements across her wooden stage. It wasn’t as good as her usual, but the long bare legs, and the pale bare skin that ran from hip to the fabric that made up the slight top was usually intoxicating enough for any man. Blond rivulets across blue eyes, curves accented by beading that sparkled and dazzled… This was fun dancing, but the point was all the same. The eyes watched her, whether for the fun she was offering or for any other reason.


((relatively fail, but hey... It's in the weyrbowl, so someone should be able to search XD))

[stolenhart]

((Standing for a Northern Clutch does not require Search status. But I will oblige you))

Ph'in was never one to sit quietly in the Weyr when a caravan came through so in a rare show of leniancy from the young Weyrlingmaster, he gave his Weyrlings the day off. They were told to be careful but also given permission to look through the wagons. That being said he'd left the barracks himself. You will be careful hmmm? And try not to take offense, Jasderth asked him, stretching on the heights of the Weyr. Yes yes. I am a Harper dragon, people are easy to deal with. In fact his past as a Harper is what was driving him to the caravan. He liked to meet new people, learn things about them, try new things. Most people welcomed him with friendly arms, so he made sure that along with his Weyrlingmaster knots he wore the blue and silver of his Journeyman Harper knots. No need for mistakes.

He strode into the crowd to the midst of music and clapping. Taller than most he looked over heads to see a pale-blonde woman quite literally selling herself on stage and froze. Oh my. You can't really want her, Jasderth asked shaking his head. Ph'in was setting himself up for disappoint. But I do. And she must be for sale, esle why would she be displaying herself like that. Your pride, the brown said dismissevly.

Ph'in began to skirt the edge of the crowd. Some tried to raise objections but they saw his scarred face and neck and closed their mouths. A man with scars like his was a man not to be messed with, whether or not the scars had been earned. The scars and his knots got him into a lot of places the knots wouldn't have gotten him into, unfortunately those scars often had people keep their distance from him, especially women. He waited for her to finish, he had that much in manners, though his sister would have been appalled that he was here.

[songofhope]

Eris skipped and twirled, appreciating the whistles and catcalls. Oh, she knew what the looks of scandal, amusement, even the outward stares of lust meant. Not that she cared. So many of them felt that she was probably some poor holdless child, prostituted by her family to bring in some minor coin. Any man facing her with that accusation would be quite unfortunate. She was no prostitute. Dance was her art. Were the weavers at the gather stands whores to their thread, or the wineries of Benden pimps of their drink? Not at all... They labored for their art, as she had spent countless hours training her movements to be flawless. They were allowed to flaunt their gifts. Why was she not allowed to show hers? As her thoughts drifted slowly by, the girl twisted on the balls of her feet lightly, enjoying the summer breeze's cool on her skin. So many eyes, so many excited faces. They watched as though terrified of a little flesh, as others stared in wonder at the blue flitter... Eris closed her eyes, pleased at the chorus of sound as the crowd reacted, until her movements, paced evenly with the slowing of the well loved tune her brothers played, slowed as the song ended. Opening her arm gracefully as she twisted to the last note, Tribe trilled and landed, both performers standing regally for a moment before the blue opened his wings and bowed. Eris giggled and crossed an ankle to curtsy to the crowd herself, as her several brothers broke into chuckles and applause.

Out of nowhere, one of the young men astride the runners tossed up a waterskin, and Eris reached for it deftly, finding an easy seat at the edge of the wagon before lifting it for a drink. Tribe chittered and cooed, crawling up her arm as Eris slid a leg beneath her, allowing the other long bare appendage to dangle carelessly over the edge of her makeshift stage. Eris took a long drink, pushing back her sun warmed hair before tossing the skin back and offering a few straggling people in the crowd a few waves and winks as her blue fashioned himself into a necklace. The blue crooned happily as he snuggled across her shoulders, underneath the white gold blanket of hair. He was so pretty and so special! The attention was wonderful! Eris giggled at Tribe's satisfaction, leaning down to scratch her beloved runner's head as well. The black nickered, tossing his head as the people around him chattered. Eris hummed, straightening to tuck the loose gold strands behind her ears, ignoring the firelizard when Tribe suddenly perked up.

Tribe was definitely not what most people would call smart. Perceptive, perhaps, but smart, well... that was stretching it. Even so, it didn't take a rocket scientist to notice the strange man skulking at the edge of the crowd. He was large, but the way some people avoided him made the firelizard growl. Tribe had seen bad men before, those in gathers that made others flee for fear of being hurt... He did not want the bad man hurting his! Meeping his quiet warning, he shot the picture to his bonded first, and then to all the young men he knew as his bonded's clutchmates.

Eris's eyes only flickered at the mental message, reaching up to scoop the blue into her arms absentmindedly, stroking him to reassure him against any worry. She had a feeling that Tribe had sent the alarm to her brothers, and while no others flinched, her eldest brother climbed up to sit beside her. Syrus's playful grin as he sat beside her made her grin, and he pushed her playfully as she shoved at him back. Syrus glanced up at the approaching man, before returning the smiling eyes to his sister, the deep voice soft.

"Everything alright?"

Eris nodded. "Oh, don't mind him. Tribe would warn you all of a trundlebug he thought too large. There's no need for theatrics." Glancing up back to the crowd, Eris pulled her hair over her shoulder, flicking the crystalline blue eyes to the approacher, arching an eyebrow and allowing a slight half smile to grace her features. "You there." Her voice carried over the heads of the gathered crowd, and she smiled just a slight bit more as a few heads turned to watch the scarred men among them. "Rider... and Harper?" Eris cocked her head. "Interesting. Tell me rider, do you approach so slowly in order to decide what to say? Or do you care to play with my brothers?" The girl leaned back, supporting her weight on her hands as she took in the strong form of the stranger. The scarring, where it might bother most, didn't faze her. She had seen incredible damage done in a life of the wilderness, and often scarring was a badge of honor in her family. The one that stretched over Syrus's left eye was a epic story for him, as it was for any young man that sported similar. But the odd look in the man's eye interested her. What was his purpose in inching closer?

[stolenhart]

"You There", like he was a kitchen worker and she needed his attention. He was about to say something and then remembered worse had been said to him to get his attention before. It did not particularly bother him. What bothered him was the man sitting beside her with his own scars to attest to his battle. Still these people were just passing through and Ph'in had the Weyr on his side. You want I should come down there and scare them away?. The runners, already nervous with being in a Weyr, would not stand for a dragon descending on them from on-high. From up in the heights, Jasderth sat up and gave a throaty rumble, demonstraiting his might to the assembled caravan. No. I can handle my own. At well over six feet in height with the shoulders to match, Ph'in could handle his own.

"Usually getting one's thoughts in order is called for, but if you must know I was talking to me dragon", he replied, stopping two feet from the wagon's edge and looking at the siblings. Despite where they were sitting he didn't have to look up much. "And I would be honored to play with your brothers, I am always interested in learning new music", he added crossing his arms over his chest. Solid muscle rippled under his long sleeved shirt, it was hard work being a rider after all, even for a rider who was a weyrlingmaster. "Tell me. Why are you here in the North instead of in the South where you belong?"

[songofhope]

Eris cocked her head as the rider mentioned his dragon and music alike and she nodded, smiling. Reaching behind her, she whistled a tune to one of the younger men that rode behind her father, nodding as he tossed up one of the wooden pipes. It was smoothed, well made, carved with designs and colors, and Eris flicked it around her fingers fluidly, not pausing as the man's question sparked mumurs from a few in the crowd around them. Eris patted her brother's arm firmly, slipping out of his reach to land open-legged on her great runner, bringing her closer and eye level with the scarred rider. She never lost that cool little half smile, sliding her long legs side saddle to cross them elegantly in front of her, leaning an elbow against her legs and leaning her chin into her hand, inspecting the rider carefully.

"Who are you to say where we belong, rider? Pern has no borders to those without affiliation. I belong to no weyr or hold, only to my family. My grandfather brought my father and his siblings to the north, when they were only young men. Syrus and my other brothers and I were born under northern skies. I do not fight one way or another. It is weyr business, and therefore I will have no part of it, unless I must." Eris shrugged, straightening, before tossing the wood pipe to the scarred man. Tribe chattered, a scolding sound as the girl leaned forward with the glimmer of trouble in her eyes, gripping the rider's shoulder before lifting a hand to pat his cheek.

"You should have more faith in your fellow man, stranger. We come here to greet the riders, to sell our wares. I dance for the fun and joy of dancing. We are not your enemies, and I've no intention of angering you, nor treating anyone badly. The world is much more interesting with happy people in it, aye?" She winked at him, before slipping her fingers to her saddlebag and pulling out a small lap harp.

"Have you any tune in particular you enjoy, sirrah?"

[stolenhart]

He gave a brief chuckle as he caught the pipe before grabbing her wrist as she went to pat his cheek. "Be careful what you say wench", he growled, under his breathe, standing face to face with her, "there are many here who would hang you for being impertinent to a rider". Then he gave her a bright smile to show he'd been teasing and let her go, putting the pipe to his lips and blowing a melodic tune. "No particularly. I like to learn new music but I have no favorite", he replied once he finished playing.

"What is the use in having a favorite when you can play them all?", he asked, tossing her pipe back. I would like to meet this girl Jasderth suddenly informed his rider. You will bring her to me. There was no arguing when the dragon used that tone of voice. Without preamble the dragon jumped into the air and glided down to the portion of the bowl opposite the caravans. Ph'in looked at the girl and sighed.

"I have been commanded to bring you before the high and mighty. He wants to have a look at you", Ph'in said nodding his head towards the brown bulk that was his dragon. "You'll have to leave the runner here but it's not a long walk", just a few hundred dragonlengths.

[songofhope]

Eris smiled when he caught the pipe eaily, but the sudden bright gleam in her eyes changed when the scarred man gripped her wrist, and growled. The reaction was immediate, as three of her brother's hands each went to his respective waist, to where their belt knives lay dormant. Eris didn't move, the light in her eyes changing indeed, from a happy, troublesome gleam, to a dark challenging one. It wasn't until he released her, shooting her a slick grin that her nerves were eased, and the light began to trickle back into her relieved eyes. She was certainly glad the rider had been teasing, lest she be forced to fight back. And, while she seemed small and innocent, she was fast and quick, and definitely could return most fights with a surprising amount of skill. Either way, it was not a skill she wanted to reveal in a weybowl, of all placed. Arching an eyebrow as Ph'in played a quick, and admittedly well done, tune on the pipe, she caught it easily when he tossed it back and smiled.

"Indeed. You've got a good head for music, then harper." She teased lightly on her own, her voice cautiously admiring. It was rare to meet a man with any skill at all, and even rarer to meet one with a desire to learn new tunes. "Perhaps in another visit I can teach you a few of our native songs." The blonde flashed a dazzling smile, tiptoeing her fingers down her firelizard's back. Tribe snorted derisively at his bonded, still not sure he especially liked this man, although when a large brown slipped off the weyrledge above, Tribe was distracted, watching him swoop to the other end of the bowl. Eris lifted her eyes as the dragon moved, grinning at the ease of which he landed, before returning eyes to the larger man. His words made her eyes brighten, and this time, there was nothing coy about her smile.

"He's your dragon? And he wants to see me?" Glancing up over her shoulder, Eris grinned at her brother, who fidgeted restlessly. The weyr bowl was large, and Syrus wasn't convinced that Ph'in was a good person to be running off with... Eris shrugged at him, slipping off of her runner and reaching into one of the small packs along his broad sides. The belt she pulled out was dark brown, heavy leather with a few small satchels and thin sheaths lining it. Concentrating on fitting it loose around her slim hips took only a moment, and the girl flashed the rider a grin.

"Let's go... If you want we can take Aries most of the way together, and then tie him off at a rock. He's very well trained, so it'll cut our little jaunt in half."

[stolenhart]

"Yes and yes. His name is Jasderth and no, leave the runner here", he told her firmly. No matter how well-trained runners were, they were rarely allowed in the Weyrbowl for the simple fact some dragon was always eating something and it was not unheard of for a mating green to swoop down and steal a runner. Matter of fact it was strange that Ilayria had allowed the runners into the Weyrbowl at all. She usually kept them outside the Weyr to keep all parties involved seperate and happy. As he started towards the brown he caught sight of his sister's short hair bobbing about. "My sister has come down. Ilayria!", he called out.

The beautiful woman caught sight of her brother and walked over, a blue flitt sitting on her shoulder the same color as her eyes. She didn't have Eris' pale blonde hair but her's was a rather dark gold with dark blue eyes. "Cancelled your lessons didn't you?", she asked her brother. "The Weyrlings needed a day off. How are the eggs sis?", he retorted still continuing towards his brown. "Hardening nicely. The gold is so shiny. Her third clutch and finally a gold", Ilayria replied then glanced at Eris curiously. "I don't think we've been introduced", Ph'in looked embarassed as he glanced at Eris himself. "I'm Ph'in by the way and this is my sister Ilayria".

[songofhope]

Eris nodded, turning to tie a slipknot smoothly to the wagon, gesturing at Syrus to keep a close eye on her beloved runner, running a hand through her bright hair as Tribe clambered lazily up to her shoulders, stretching across behind her neck elegantly, his half lidded eyes watching the stranger carefully as Eris twisted back to face the brownrider. She smiled again, mouthing the dragon's name as not to forget it, before taking a few lightfooted steps ahead of the rider, breaking past the small crowd easily. At the scarred man's discovery though, Eris stopped, twisting easily to follow Ph'in's line of sight to where a young woman parted the crowd almost as well as Eris herself. Immediately, the blonde returned to Ph'in's side, ignoring the whispers and looks as the brownrider's sister made her way closer. Eris cocked her head to the side critically as the girl, quite similar to herself, slipped further into view. Minus the sense of style, and the litheness born of a lifetime of fluid movement, but then, who could expect a weyr-girl to have that? And what on the planet's face did she mean, eggs?

Eris nodded briefly. "Eris of the Southern tribe. Dancer, harper, and all around visitor of the weyr. Oh, and this is Tribe." Turning sideways, Eris smiled as the blue simply yawned. "He's a little sleepy, so forgive his poor manners. If you like, my family's wagon is selling some wares. I'm sure my father wouldn't mind sharing some of the finer things he has to such a friendly man's sister. Watch out for Syrus, he has this thing about girls." Eris winked, before glancing beside herself to the brownrider. "Apparently, I'm being called to meet Jasderth. I'm quite excited. I've never seen a dragon up close." Cocking her head and grinning unabashedly at the strange woman, Eris tried to figure out why everyone stared at the three of them. Was she not supposed to be chatting with the rider's sister? Weyr fold were WEIRD.

[stolenhart]

"Eris?" Ph'in repeated, more to memorize the name than anything else as Ilayria lifted nearly transparent eyebrow upwards in bewilderment. "One of the traveling folk sis", Ph'in explained which just got a slight nod from his sister. Who turned to look at Ph'in in curiosity, it was a look that made Ph'in uncomfortable before he mumbled, "Jasderth wants to Search her". A flash of understanding crossed Ilayria's face at that point and she gave Eris a once over before, "Weyrwoman!", caught her attention. "Oh Shards I was trying to avoid that man. Well nevermind Ph'in you will explain yourself later and B'oone needs a report". "Yes ma'm", Ph'in replied as Ilayria ducked off into the crowd.

"Ilayria is the Weyrwoman here, it was her gold that laid the clutch", Ph'in explained as he contiued to lead her Jasderth. With every step closer the brown looked like someone was bringing him a delicious meal that he couldn't wait to eat. Ph'in could almost see the dragon licking his chops over Eris. Finally they appeared in front of the dragon and the brown's large head swung down to study Eris closely. So close with every inhalation, her clothes moved. "Shards Jas, you could find out what she had for dinner a sevenday", Ph'in pushed the dragons head out of the way. He gave his rider a pouty look before pronouncing to him, I want to keep her. Can I keep her?

[songofhope]

“Yes, Eris.” The blonde grinned, before crossing her arms over her chest and staring back at the similar looking woman across from her. She let the siblings conversate, taking her time to glance over at the brown that was waiting for them. She didn’t want to keep such an utterly gorgeous creature waiting! It was enough to steal her attention, and Eris missed the mumbling Ph’in’s reason for Jasderth’s call. Glancing back to the woman across from her, Eris met her odd look with an arched eyebrow of her own. She wasn’t fully appreciative of the look of being weighed, and bit back a retort for such a relatively unwelcoming look, when suddenly Ilayria swept away. Eris nearly breathed a sigh of relief, until Ph’in’s little piece of information sunk in, and she jerked her head to look at him. Weyrwoman, huh? With a clutch? That might explain the rather cool attitude. Eris merely shook her head.

“Are all weyrwomen that gracious?” She winked at Ph’in to emphasis her little joke, rolling her shoulders as they began to cross the great distance between themselves and the dragon, dislodging the blue who chirped with annoyance, but took the hint, unattaching himself from her shoulders and flying around Ph’in, finally trying to get a gauge on the man. Eris smiled at the open space where the weyr rose up around them, before breaking into a slight jog and flipping down onto her hands slowly. Using her legs to push the panels of her skirt to keep them out of her face, she grinned at some of the looks she got, walking with her hands for a few feet before completing the flip easily. Some still look scandalized, and she rolled her eyes. Shards, at least she was wearing an undergarment, even if it was a small one. She could have flashed the whole world, and then what? A few more cartwheels and flips in the wide space, before she straightened again, suddenly mindful of how close they were to the brown dragon.

Eris flushed as the dragon looked at her as though she was to feed him, and raised a hand to wiggle her fingers at him in a rather rare show of shyness. She giggled, as the air he breathed onto her made her skirts rustle and her long hair wisp gently around her shoulders, smiling even as Ph’in pushed the brown nose back. Nibbling her lip, Eris could hardly restrain herself, wanting to simply turn into a starry eyed five year old and fling her arms around the perfect nose that watched her so closely.

“He is SO beautiful.” She couldn’t help but gush, glancing sidelong at Ph’in. “Can I touch him? It there somewhere he liked being rubbed or scratched? He’s just too perfect!” Tribe did a quick wheeling to land on the blonde head, peering at the massive brown cousin before chirping. Big Cousin.

[stolenhart]

"I don't know. Ilayria is the only one I've ever known. Jasderth came out of her dragon's first clutch. The old Weyrwoman didn't have much to do with us lowerlings", he answered with a shrug then glanced over as Eris began to do acrobatics. He hoped by the time she came along he wouldn't be the Weyrlingmaster anymore, he wouldn't want to deal with her, but he just knew he would be dealing with her, just knew it to his bones. He watched Eris turn into a child at Jasderth's looking over and rolled his eyes. Women were always falling at the brown's feet. It's cause I am better looking than you, the brown sent, chuckling under his breathe as Eris asked to touch him.

"Sure, just behind the knobs", Ph'in told her, taking her hand and pulling it towards the knob on his head. "He's says he's not beautiful just good looking", Ph'in added, though the dragon hadn't said no such thing to him. Well grass for brains. Will she do for the clutch?. Jasderth purred under his breathe, turning into an oversized canine at the scratches. Can I trade you in for her?, the brown asked, yawning loudly to show teeth as long as a toddler. "No. He says you may stand for the clutch", Ph'in explained to Eris.

[songofhope]

Eris only smiled as Ph’in led her to his dragon’s side, running her hands over the soft smooth hide, dark and rich. Jasderth was warm, softly vibrating as he purred against her hands, and she scratched and rubbed in slow circles, just like she would when stroking her little blue, only on a much larger scale. “Well he is beautiful. So strong and handsome…” Eris leaned against the large curving head as she kept her hands moving, pleased as the dragon enjoyed her attentions, melting against the brown form as she poured love onto the spot behind his headknobs. “You are a lucky man, Ph’in, to have such a wonderful friend.” Eris giggled softly when the dragon yawned and purred, pausing when Ph’in mentioned the clutch again.

“What do you mean?” Eris flicked her eyes back to the dragon she was adoring, when suddenly, the rider’s words hit home, and the blonde froze. “Wait. Stand. You mean… as a candidate? For a dragon?” The shock numbed her, and for the first time today, the girl stared rather blankly at the brownrider. He was teasing, wasn’t he? Asking an outsider to stand for a clutch… He was mad! He had to be… Did that mean…?

“Meaning, I would live in the weyr, right? Until the eggs came?” Her blue eyes were almost white with shock, and tribe curled tight against her neck and growled at her sudden nervousness. “I mean I’d love to, but frankly… I’m no weyrbrat, Ph’in. I don’t know the first thing about weyr tradition or rules, or sharding manners…”

[stolenhart]

"Sometimes unlucky", Ph'in muttered looking at his besotted dragon who was as much in love with Eris as any dragon could possibly get. Ph'in was beginning to get jealous and he didn't have very many emotions towards women, what was the use. "For what else woudl you Stand?", he said tolerantly, leaning against Jasderth who was finally paying attention to his rider. "And the eggs are already here but yes in the Weyr", he gave her an indulgent smile, made hideous by his scars.

"Well the headwoman will tell you the rules since you'll be under her domain but basically, stay out of trouble, do your chores and stay away from the eggs, those are the only rules. The traditions are taught to Weyrlings, so if you Impress you'll learn them, as are manners. But if you need help, I am the current Weyrlingmaster so I can teach you what you want to know". The only sad news about the whole thing is that she would be off-limits if she Impressed and technically she was off-limits as a candidate but no one enforced those rules.

"Why you want to be a rider anyway? It's lots of hard work and no offense but you aren't dressed for it".

[songofhope]

Ph’in’s smile and patient answers did little to ease the sudden bout of dizzying nervousness that crept up the girl’s spine. Eris ran a hand through her hair gently, even as she continued to lavish love on the great brown beside her. Murmuring quickly to the blue firelizard, who yawned before popping between on some unknown errand, Eris sighed. Wonderful. She wanted to stand more than she’d ever wanted anything, but now there were strings attached to everything. Serve this one, clean that… A typical boring weyr life. The blond rolled her eyes and leaned against Jasderth, stroking him idly, biding time. Only Tribe would come back with the real option, getting her father’s permission. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Eris glanced down at the purring head beneath her, with a soft smile. Maybe she could teach the weyr a thing or two.

Ph’in’s question caught her off guard, and she cocked her head again. He was a hard one to predict, this brownrider, and she couldn’t tell if he liked her and wanted her to stay, or hated her and wanted to make her a bedmate. Arching a brow, the blond smirked a bit.

“Because I love dragons, and wish for more excitement, like the dragonmen have with thread. And clothes can be changed when the time comes. Though, do not expect them to change on the day-to-day, unless it gets cold. My clothing is what is comfortable for how I live my life, and if the dragonmen take offense, then they are not nearly as free-thinking as they claim to be.” Her voice carried a hint of amusement, but for the most part, Eris meant what she said.

[stolenhart]

Ph'in saw Eris roll her eyes and he had to hide his own eye roll. She better be glad she wasn't standing for a Southern clutch. If she Impressed any color but gold she'd be on a boat North and if she did Impress gold her life would be structured until the day she died. While the North wasn't that strict, the rules were in place for a reason and centuries of dragonriding had done little to change the rules. And Ph'in sincerely doubted that Eris would not be the worst person to come into the Weyr, the men were far worse than any female.

"Well Thread doesn't exist anymore so it's not exciting. Patrol, watches, maybe a fly over of Southern or a Northern Hold, alot of sitting around", he shrugged then lifted an eyebrow. "You aren't allowed to wear skirts during Weyrling training, breeches are mandatory. And", he made sure to give her a serious look, "it won't matter if you have gold or green you will be treated like all the other Weyrlings so unstubborn yourself right now", then he gave her a smile, "Weyrling training is only a turn. Once you pass whatever you wear is your own decision and as long as you obey chain of command no one will bother you. Up until you are placed in a wing, well we have rules for a reason". He hoped she'd take his words to heart, because day one of training would be eye-opening for her. And while they might not harm her or a dragon she could be turned out of the weyr. Feeding a growing dragonet was a tough job and far past impossible without a Weyr's support.

[songofhope]

Eris fought a grin. "Do you really think that a pair of breeches are out of the question for me, or that I care for rank? Sirrah, I have plenty of men's wear, and gold or green is all the same to me. As for working..." Eris giggled a little, still stroking the massive brown head at her side.

"Let's just say I'll probably give the weyr's prize boys a run for their money." Eris glanced around the stone bowl, raising a hand to wave at a pair of specks in the distance, her brother and father both watching from afar.

"I'm assuming you and your ilk don't know much about my people. I think my reactions to the things you have for me may not be what you expect. Riders have drudges and weyrlings to do their work. We do not. I fight and hunt better than most weyr born men. So worry more about the pretty little girls of the weyr, and less about me, rider."