A Life Alone (Open)

[phlysolo]

Scuttle never was very good company, for all he loved Henerik. Though the firelizard was well cared for, given all the affection he could possibly desire, oilings and bathings whenever he needed it, and all things to play with that he could ever want, he was still, sadly, just a firelizard. He couldn't communicate with Henerik; well, he could, just not on the same level. Viewing pictures and images the flit sent him of his rendezvous was always entertaining and it always felt to Henerik that it brought them closer together, but wasn't...It wasn't human and it couldn't talk back. It couldn't give him advice, or real reassurance, or flirt with him, tease him, hug him, hold him.

He hated to admit that he was lonely, he hated to say that he really did need some social interaction, but the sad truth was was that he had no time for it. Right now, he was sure that the Candidates were just getting out of their morning lessons, but he was indeed just preparing to go to bed. He'd been awake for, astoundingly, well over a day finishing up some works he was going to send back to the Master Harper the next day. The room he stayed in was always quite musty, however, and he had it opened, allowing Scuttle the rare opportunity to swoop in and out of the room like some crazed avian.

While the firelizard was amusing, it was starting to wear on his nerves and he was seriously considering slamming the door on the little lizard's face just to be cruel. A wave of remorse passed through him just as quickly. How could he even think to hurt the onl creature that gave him any sort of comfort at all? The bronze, thankfully, didn't sense this apparently, and continued to zoom in and out of the room, cawing and screeching his delight.

"Oh, Scuttle, knock it off, will you? Some kitchen hand is going to come in here and bash your little head in," Henerik called, though he put no force into his tone at all. Maybe he was still feeling a little down at himself for wishing ill upon his flit; he had certainly thought that he had outgrown such childish acts of vengeance, but perhaps not. Well, either that or he was just too tired to physically do anything about it himself.

[ShadowReine]

"Eep!" The voice that came from outside was distinctly female. "Hey! Get..."

Scuttle flitted back in, and he was followed a moment later by the head of the journeywoman Vintner, Kimara. "Henerik, I think your lizard is bored. He just buzzed me."

Kimara did not know the harper well, given how much of a recluse he was...this door, not far from her own, was normally relentlessly closed. In truth, she was using the firelizard...and what a gorgeous bronze he was, too...as an excuse to check on the guy.

Which apparently needed doing. "Henerik. You haven't slept, have you."

Yeah. She could be motherly...sometimes.

[phlysolo]

Oh, how delightful! Scuttle was rarely given the time of day by, well, anybody but his Henerik and now some woman, a pretty woman too!, was right in his vicinity. He couldn't help swooping and chirruping around her head, cawing and bugling his delight. Like his master, Scuttle didn't really socialize with anyone but other flizards and most of them weren't even Impressed to anyone in the Weyr. The beaches provided him brief spurts of company and allowed him to, whenever he found a Flighty green around, a chance to release his lusts. Today just so happened to be lucky for the lizard and the Vintner would be his prize.

With a happy croon, he settled himself on her shoulder and nuzzled his bronze face into her neck and hair, wrapping his tail around her neck as he would have done to Henerik had the man been outside his room. Well, he was getting up off of a chair and away from the desk he was leaned over, head in his hands, just not quickly enough.

"E-excuse me? Oh, Scuttle. Scuttle, come on, getta way from her, she doesn't need to be bothered by your antics," He said weakly, protesting the bronze's behavior and hoping it would serve as an apology as well, but if it did not, "I'm really terribly sorry about him. He doesn't get out much."

Which was the truth, though probably more so for than man than the lizard. Henerik couldn't honestly remember the last time he'd spoken to anyone...

"I, ah, n-" He paused in answering her question, his eyes drifting to the floor, a hand flying up to rub and massage the back of his neck. Why was it any of her business at all, his tired and sleep-deprived brain asked his more rational mind. He assured himself that she was just being polite and friendly, something that he himself should perhaps do.

"Well, to be honest with you-" Another pause. Oh, shards, what was her name? He couldn't recall for the life of him, though he knew that they had, probably, met on at least one occasion previous. "To be honest with you, I have not. I've been....busy."

[ShadowReine]

Kimara laughed as the firelizard decided to play shoulder ornament. He was not, she noticed, as heavy as he looked.

"I'm not deliberately trying to seduce the little guy, I promise."

A bronze, too. But then, there were more firelizards than dragons, so the bronzes were less...special. "It's Kimara, by the way. And you should not pull too many allnighters, or you'll end up sleeping through, oh, I don't know, the dragon Hatching or something equally important."

Clearly, she was not weyrfolk, to think anyone could sleep through a dragon Hatching. That was, of course, patently impossible, but Kimara had never been to one. "Which reminds me, I need to make sure we have enough good wine for the Hatching Feast."

She would have to talk to Tarana again, check the records on how much had been drunk last time. Man, riders could put it away! As for the firelizard. She cautiously reached up to pet him. "Friendly fellow."