Igen Weyr Living Caverns

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Brightly lit by a regimented march of strung glow-globes, Igen's busy living caverns are cut of the same exotic limestone design that frequents the bazaar without. Tapestries line the tops of the walls, one for each of Igen's wings, past and present; beneath them, skybroom tables litter the floors in scattered profusion. Some of the wicker chairs have seen better days, but most of the worst offenders have long-ago been replaced. The seemingly random placement of furniture, however, at closer inspection yields a sort of cross-shape of negative space. The northernmost walls and nooks of the caverns are owned by the kitchen's buffet, food-laden thrice daily in regimented shifts by busy bakers from the curtained southern entrance to the kitchens. To the east is a large arch leading outside; westerly lies the large doors leading down into the bowels of the weyr itself.

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The long, chilly candlemarks of drills and lessons with the weyrlings are done for the day, and Kyara is more than ready to just sit by the hearths in the Living Cavern with a mug of klah, a bowl of stew, and some bread. Freshened up but wearing her leathers for the sake of warmth, she goes about getting all that her heart and stomach desire, then settles herself into one of the chairs at a small table in, shrugging out of her jacket and draping it over the back of the chair before tucking in to her dinner at a relaxed pace.

Sesa isn't hungry. SHe'll eat later. What she needs right now is a good, strong cup of klah and a clear mind. The klah, at least, she can rectify. She moves into the Living Cavern and heads straight for the freshest pot she can get to. Once this is had, she'll head for a plush, comfortable chair near the fire, hopefully one is available. It's a nice surprise to find one of the AWLM's seated there. She snaps a salute. "Evening ma'am." She checks off rotely.

Kyara can recognize her charges rather quickly by now, and given Sesa's familiarity beyond the norm because of her parentage, it's nearly immediate for the greenrider. "Evening, Sesa," she greets the blueling, returning the salute and then gesturing for the girl to relax. "No food? You might be up all night," she notes amusedly, indicating the mug of klah.

Sesa takes a seat and sips her klah, giving a tight smile and a shake of her head. "I'm sure I'll be fine, and no, not hungry." Sesa's fingers drum against the side of her mug as her hands soak in the warmth of it. "I'll end up eating eventually, just not now." She's nervous about plans she has for later. And well, it wouldn't do to get sick from nerves in the middle of everything. But it's too early to go there, to early to get ready even, so Sesa came here for klah.

Kyara nods acceptance of Sesa's reasoning, though gets the definite impression that there is more going on here than meets the eye. Perhaps it's the finger-drumming, or the tightness of her smile, or some subtle edge to her tone. "Fair enough," the AWLM says, spooning another bite of stew into her mouth and studying the whirling discreetly. "How are you settling in to your weyr? Is Edleveth glad to have his own ledge now?"

Sesa looks up. "Hmm? Oh, We're settling in ok I guess. Edleveth is definitely loving having his own space. I have all my things there but I haven't unpacked much yet." That's more of a time issue for the young Blueling. "It seems like a lot of space for just me. But I suppose I've grown used to being crowded in with other people at this point." She chuckles, some of her underlying nerves ebbing away, or at least seeming too.

Kyara nods sympathetically at that, a small, lopsided smile curving her lips. "It's a definite adjustment. But you grow into the space, especially once you start unpacking. You can always find things around the Stores to fill in the empty spaces, too," she notes, and takes a sip of her own klah. She lets some easy quietude settle for a few beats before making her next observation, her tone quietly inviting. "I'm getting a bit of an inkling that you might have something on your mind, Sesa."

Sesa nods and sighs. "I suppose. It's the first time I've lived on my own. You're right about being an adjustment." Sesa enjoys the quiet contentment that follows while it lasts, but then Kyara is asking her another question and Sesa blushes at the inquiry. "Yes. A great many things, but one in particular that is quite bothersome, but it shouldn't be an issue after tonight." Nerves are brought to the fore again and the drumming of Sesa's fingers continues after she takes a healthy sip of her klah.

Blushing is another thing Kyara is quite sympathetic about; she did it often in her younger Turns and still has occasion to. She can also put the pieces together and take a guess at what exactly causes it, given Sesa's wording. "I see," she says significantly, setting her klah down and leaning forward, arms folded upon the table before her, so that she can speak to the girl in a lower tone. "To each their own way of handling the matter, Sesa, but if I might ask…are you planning on handling this issue in a manner that is most comfortable for you, or just the fastest?"

Sesa looks around, her appreciation for Kyara's discretion writ all over her young face. Lowering her voice she leans in almost conspiratorially and sighs. "Both. I had a talk with someone close about what I should do about it. And I'm comfortable with my decision, and I've met him a time or two now….but it's….it's not at all what I had imagined this being like for me and I certainly don't want my first to not be within the boundaries of my own control." She's rambling a bit now, still in hushed tones, her anxiety amping up a little.

Kyara nods along with Sesa's explanation, though there are still a few things that trouble her a bit, considering the blueling's anxiety. "Take a few deep breaths, Sesa. I'm here to listen, and to guide however I can." Of all the things that come up to be dealt with during weyrlinghood, this is by far one of the most sensitive. She's all too willing to set pragmatism aside for it. "Having it be within your control is definitely most ideal. I just want you to be sure. The first time can be nerve-wracking, yes…but as long as who you're going to be with is someone you're comfortable with, it can also be memorable, and that's also ideal, I think." A burnished brow arches slightly. "What had you imagined? Why can't it be that?"

Sesa laughs nervously shaking her head after Kyara speaks, she takes a few breaths too. “Being sure is not something I have time for, unfortunately.” And this sort of thing has always been the last thing on Sesa’s mind, particularly because she’s just now at the age where most normal teens start thinking of these things. “And it can’t be what I wanted or dreamed it would be. I dreamed I would be in love, and ready and looking forward to marriage when it happened. I never dreamed I would be a dragonrider, even through candidacy I didn’t really believe it would happen. And now that it has, raising Edleveth has taken all my attention. So this sort of….snuck up on me. I’ve never dated, never even kissed a boy before.” And practice dalliances with fellow female apprentices don’t count toward this sort of thing.

"I understand completely," Kyara notes softly, boundless sympathy present in the gentle smile that curves her lips. "I'd hoped for similar, always thought I'd remain a Harper but couldn't find it in myself to turn down Standing…and I'm glad I didn't. I can't imagine life without Liareth now. Learning what would happen when she came to maturity scared me to almost to death, but it didn't feel right to just…get it out of the way before she rose for the first time. I still wanted it to mean something, and I was stubborn about it aside from being scared. So I ended up waiting too long and ended up with someone I cared about during a gold flight. Thank Faranth for that, at least." Her tone is wry at the memory. "Dating isn't so much the thing as a good connection is, so I wouldn't worry about not having done that too much. Something to keep in mind, though…" Amber eyes hold Sesa's intently, making certain she has the weyrling's full attention before she goes on. "With Edleveth being a blue, you have control over how much he chases. You do have time if you'd rather take it. I imagine it will take a lot of extra exercises with the link, but you have good control at this point. You can breathe, take the time to connect more meaningfully with someone, not rush things. But as I said, how you approach this is completely up to you." She shrugs slightly, smiling again. "I just don't want to see anyone needlessly rushed or put off by something that really can be wonderful, that's all."

Sesa nods. "There is that one small comfort, but they say the first couple of times, it's not easy pulling them back. And I wouldn't feel right denying Edleveth his base nature just because I'm uncomfortable with what might come out of it." Another sip of klah and the girl is silent for a few moments and when she speaks again, it's in a near clinical tone. "Are we meant for connections though, really? Beyond that of the link with our lifemates?" Sesa shrugs. "All the romanticism in the world can't change the fact that it's going to happen sooner or later, and honestly, I'd rather sooner." Because at this point, Sesa really does see it as something to just get over with. "And I'm not exactly put off by the idea, just…nervous." Sesa can see the practical side of this all too clearly and the Harper in her latches on to that practicality like a life line.

"Oh they do, do they?" Kyara can't help but tease. "You've had this lesson already?" Before it's been given at large! She chuckles, though, knowing well enough that even in the midst of all the misinformation about mating flights that exists outside Weyrfolk, there's still some truth in the mix. "That's a very good perspective to take. A healthy one, for both your sakes." The question about connections causes burnished brows to hike in surprise. "Of course we are! Connections are part of being human, part of reminding us of that fact when we need it most. And there is room for love between to people next to the love we share with our lifemates. I know it firsthand. Not to mention there's really nothing you can do about it if love happens; it has its own plans, no matter how pragmatic we may be. And connections less than love… Romance is fine, simple want of someone is fine; none of that gets in the way. Unless you're a deliberately cold person, connections will happen no matter what, in some form or other." There's another smile when Sesa admits to nerves. "That's natural. But if whomever you're going to be with is attentive, the nervousness won't last very long. Other things are quick to chase it away." Her smirk is a bit impish at that, but she takes another sip of her klah so as not to make it teasingly present. "I wish you the best with it, Sesa. Truly. If you need to talk again sometime after, I'm here, of course. Though I hope this has helped at least a bit."

Sesa sighs and chuckles. "They being my 'Aunt' Ayla, she rides a brown and recently weht home to High Reaches. She was Dad's cousin and she dropped a few words of advice on me before moving back home." There's a bit of bittersweet meloncholy to Sesa then, she sips her klah and looks thoughtful. She knows love is real, and that it's wonderful, she grew up watching her parents dote on each other. And she's been told her biological parents were quite enamored of each other. She shrugs then, sighing, "I guess that all makes sense." She says finally, seeming to relax just a little. "What other things?" Sesa is curious now and she smiles at Kyara's last. "Thank you, I'd talk to mama…. but, it seems weird to when she can only give me the avians and the insects version, and nothing on what it may be like to have someone else in your head while its going on."

"I remember Ayla a bit," Kyara notes with a nod, smiling softly. "I'd honestly forgotten she was your father's cousin. A good resource, for certain." As for Sesa's last, she chuckles. "Yes. Much as your mother loves you, she won't be able to relate as far as a dragon." The matter of "other things" keeps the green rider's smile in place knowingly, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "There is…a lot of power in touch," she explains quietly. "Touch given with care, with intent to give pleasure, can take your mind off of the technicalities of everything very quickly. Instinct takes over, feeling instead of thinking…well. Overthinking, anyway. You anticipate more of how good it feels, you let go bit by bit…and you realize you aren't nervous anymore. You just want to see - to feel - what happens next." There's a little tilt of her head as she qualifies, "My experience was a bit different, mind, but trying again with a clear head after all the flight fuzziness is gone counts, I'd say."

Sesa smiles. "I sometimes forget that you knew my parents and their associates beyond a professional nature." Sesa chuckles, remembering a few stories about her father and his first days in Igen. What Kyara has to say next, however, has a blush creeping across Sesa's cheeks, brightening her pale skin to a rosy pink. "Aye, well, I'll just have to see how it goes, won't I?" She says with more confidence than she feels. WHat if she does something to embarrass herself? No. Sesa. Don't go down that thought path. Clearing her throat first, Sesa takes a drink of Klah, shoving down some of the more spiral type thoughts.

Again Kyara nods, a slight eyeroll given for a few specific memories involving Erikkhan despite the warmth of her smile. "Your father was a good friend. And I still consider your mother to be," she says, and nods with gentle encouragement in the wake of Sesa's words. "That's all you can do. I can't tell you not to worry, since you will anyway." That's just how it goes, of course. "But I hope the worry won't last long for you. And remember what I said about instinct taking over. That counts for much when you haven't any experience." And beyond, but she won't endeavor to deepen the girl's blush.

It warms Sesa to know that people think so fondly of her foster father, for all his quirks he was an amazing soul. She nods to Kyara's last on the topic of flights and sex and finishes off her klah. "Thank you for the talk. It did help some." A quick glance to the large candles that mark the time and she groans. Time seems to be at a standstill. "I think I may need a run….or something, to get my mind off of it or I might go mad in the meantime." She chuckles shakily. "You should come by sometime, Mama and Kan are both back home, I'm sure that a visit would be welcome." Sesa stands, looking mournfully into her empty klah mug, but if she has another one, she really will be up all night. A run is the better option here.

Kyara nods a "you're welcome" to Sesa's first, glad to know that she was able to put the girl's mind at least somewhat at ease with a little discussion. "A run will never go amiss," she remarks wryly, taking a moment to sample so more stew. To the suggestion of a visit, she smiles brightly. "I haven't seen either of them for a long time. I think I'll do that, once you're all in the wings." Chuckling at the blueling's pining for the klah she makes a shooing motion. "Go. Run. It'll help you think about that," the empty mug, "less, too. Clear skies, Sesa." Once the girl has gone off, she'll finish off her dinner…and then see if she can't track down a certain bronzerider to stay warm with for the rest of the evening.

Sesa nods and gives a bow and salute. "Clear skies to you too Kyara." She spins on her heels and returns the mug before leaving, and literally hitting the pathway out running. Time to burn off some energy, even if she'll need some of it for later.

The Cat’s Cradle (En’rys’ Weyr, Igen Weyr)

It's just after dinner and while Sesa had been seen in the living caverns for said meal, she'd vanished very soon after that. She needed time to prepare, time to prepare for the party she'd been invited to tonight. Even if it did just end up being her brother and her alone, she wanted to dress for the occasion. So now, she's arriving to Daen's next door weyr in a pair of smart, skin tight black pants, fashionable boots and a frilly white tunic with ruffles around the sleeves and a deep v neck. She's teased some volume into her bobbed hair and has bracelets and a necklace on. Edleveth, who is now growing out of his gangly looks and into a lean muscular form, lands with grace upon Briamiorth's ledge and allows his rider down with aplomb. «Have fun, Sesa.» I will love. She smiles at her inky blue and makes her way towards the weyr entrance, a happy hello to Bria given along the way. "Daen?"

It's a family party tonight — a party of two, this once; a time for enjoying the company of his other little sister (when did he acquire so many sisters, anyway?) in the new life they've managed to find themselves ensconced in. Two of A'lory's children, now, have become riders: who knows if any others might show such promise! En'rys is bouncing about his weyr, settling things just right, twitching a curtain here, a rug there, nervously hoping Sesa will like his new digs. Briamiorth, naturally, is impressing upon her bondmate the need for a much more suitable decor, for the place is much too devoid of even the tiniest of feminine touches, and she is Not. Amused. By the predominance of stark black decorations in the place. She has, however, managed to get En'rys into one of his much-beloved dance costumes, a contrivance of deep, scintillating crimson, both loose pants and bolero. As Briamiorth offers Edleveth and Sesa one of her deep, soft croons of welcome, En'rys pops up off his pile of pillows and moves to whisk aside the hide flap that serves as a windbreak. "Sesa!" He beams at her playfully, waving her in. "Come on in!"

Sesa moves into the Weyr with an amused smile on her face, a look taking in that dancer's outfit and amusement following. "Practicing dance this evening brother?" For a second, Sesa looks mortified. She dances, but not well. Play music yes. Dance to it? No. "Shells, there isn't going to be dancing is there?" Eyes take in the stark and dark decor and Sesa chuckles. "I swear Daen, I'm going to get you a bright pink throw blanket for this room." Don't worry Bria, Sesa has your back! Er….Wings?

En'rys laughs. "Herself insisted I put something festive on." Herself being Briamiorth, who is oh, so innocently curled up on her ledge, having nothing whatever to do with any such thing. "No, I won't make you dance, sweetheart. I suspect," And he wrinkles his nose affectionately at her, "that you're not inclined to it." When she threatens his dark, dark room with a bright splash of pink, he merely shrugs in response. "Go right ahead — I just brought everything from my yurt here, and this is how I decorated it. I'm thinking about changing everything. Bria would certainly prefer something else. Except, she likes the felines."

Well, apparently her brother isn't threatened by the color pink at all. That's good for Sesa to know she supposes, she's still going to get him some sort of outrageously colored weyrwarming gift. "I've moved all my things over but they're all still in crates and boxes and bags. I haven't unpacked anything yet." Which is odd for the fastidious and obsessively clean ex-harper. Edleveh makes a blotchy, inky comment in her head and she shakes it, rolling her eyes. Yes. She knows it's a mess thank you.

En'rys happens to enjoy color, sometimes; even he can see his weyr could use some more of it! Indeed, the young greenling is looking forward to a change of decoration within his small world. Taking his sister's hand, he tugs her further into the little place, grinning in delight. "Fortunately, I didn't have much to move," He explains softly. "It only took two trips." He points to the rippling flow of rock climbing upward. "The Miners say there's another little cave up there. I'm gonna trade some good hides to get them to clean it up so I can make it my bedroom." Turning back, he presses her hand to his cheek in a quick expression of affection. "You probably have more to unpack than I do. I'll help, if you want."

Sesa grins. "A separate bedroom from the main room would be nice. I might have to see if I can trade to see if I can have the miners add a small cove into mine for my bed. And help unpacking would be greatly appreciated. I'll even supply the booze." Sesa's had her first drinks since being allowed to and finds she likes wine, and whiskey and well, just those two actually. Thus far. "It does look good in here though brother. Despite the dark theme."

Ooh, wine! En’rys knows just the thing: over to the little table where he has long kept such things he goes, and pours them both a good measure. “Here.” He grins at her. “I managed to get my hands on a Benden white awhile back and never opened it. Figure now’s the best occasion for it, don’t you think?’ He looks around at the place, head canted to one side as he plants his hands on his hips. “Well, I think it could do with some brightening, but I do like it.” He takes a sip of his drink, taking the time to savor the vintage; life’s gotten very good since he decided to run away and join the circus, as it were. Idle fingers ruffle his thick dark hair, removing tangles from the silky mass. “So… how have you been holding up with all this? Having a dragon in your head and everything?”

Sesa accepts the wine with a smile and a bow of her head. "Aye, the best oocassion. We're 'adults' now. Or at least, I'm considered one, you were already." She lifts her glass before taking a sip and looks around. "Well if you need help decorating brother, who better than an artists daughter to help? Hmm?" Sesa will trade helping Daen for his helping her with her weyr. She shrugs at his question, a light smile on her lips. "It was….weird at first. But I've adjusted. I made mindlink training a primary part of Ed and I's practice, we still do practices." And the result has been a very tightly knit bond with her blue. Sesa's fingers tap on her glass though, and she nervously chews on her lower lip. "I am nervous about one thing though." And she looks awkwardly at En'rys, as if unsure whether to continue or not. This isn't something she imagined discussing with her brother but, other than a discussion she plans on having with Kyara, well, he's the only other sounding board she has because she is not discussing this with her mother.

En'rys squints over the rim of his glass at Sesa, wondering. Are there things that worry his young sister — things he hasn't noticed with all the turmoil of his life? Perhaps the self-absorption of times past needs to find a final resting place in his misspent youth. He folds himself down onto a pile of pillows, patting a place next to him for Sesa to make herself comfortable as he tucks a flyaway bit of hair behind his ear and frowns in concentration. "Come here, Sesa, and tell me what this is that's bugging you." Does he have an inkling? Nope! the cant of his head is intently curious, his gaze warm and soft.

Sesa will move over and sit, primly and properly as her muscle memory will make her do. Living with Harpers meant learning your manners early, and posture, was a big part of that. She sips at her wine again and sighs, eyes shifting as she sorts through her catalogued thoughts and chews at her lower lip. "I'm just….. I heard one of the reasons they let us go back to …. having relations before we graduate is so we're prepared for flights." Sesa blushes and gulps down a good portion of her wine before continuing. "Well…. I wasn't prepared before we were told we weren't allowed, and I'm not prepared now that we are. I … uh…" More wine goes down, the rest of her glass in fact. "I was wondering if there was a specific….person of certain persuasions you could recommend for it?" After all, Daen had lived amongst the Zingari for a time, and she could take a guess that her catlike brother had sampled the escorts there.

And that guess would be correct: for En'rys had been exceedingly curious, desiring to know all he could regarding the women — and men — who plied that trade so well. He sips his wine slowly, studying his prim, proper sister as though he's never seen her before. After a few moment's thought, he sets down his glass, and asks, gently, "Have you even kissed a boy before, sweetheart?" Gracefully, he leans over and snags the wine to pour her another. Clearly she needs it to steady her nerves!

Blushing furiously, Sesa shakes her head. "No." Another sip of wine. "Never had the need. I had studies to attend to, and reading and art and music, and Kanriel and then candidacy and then Edleveth. And it all rather snuck up on me." Her fingers drum the side of her glass while the other hand tucks her hair behind her ears.

"Ah, poor kid." En'rys begins to laugh, softly, rubbing a hand over his face as he sets his glass down to run all those long fingers through his hair again. How does one begin to advise one's little sister on how to pick an escort? Well, he'll just dive right in; there's nothing else for it. "Well, I'd go with Rakana. He's gentle enough for a virgin who's never even noticed boys exist." He cocks his head, eyeing Sesa thoughtfully for a long moment, then slowly, carefully: "And… you might want to consider… time with a woman. Just once, so the idea isn't as… unusual." He laughs, and picks up his glass again to sip at it thoughtfully. "Because obviously, you being a bluerider, you're bound to wind up in bed with another woman at some point."

The longer Daen talks, the brighter Sesa's face becomes. But, it's something she definitely has to address, so, she'll sit and drink down her wine, letting the dull buzz of it cover her nervousness and embarrassment. "Rakana?" She asks, commiting the name to memory. Oddly, she seems a bit less nervous about interacting with a woman. She giggles at Daen's last and shakes her head. "Just because I have never even kissed a boy does not mean I haven't thought about it….or…practiced it." Because what else are apprentice girls supposed to do when they're bored?

"With a pillow?" En'rys teases gently, resettling himself with one leg curled under the other, oddly fascinated by Sesa's reddening face. How fascinating that a girl growing up among such earthy people could turn so many pretty colors. He may have to do something about that sooner or later. He does, of course, also note that she doesn't seem as embarrassed by the thought of a woman. Shall he sally forth and question further? Of course he will; he wouldn't be a kitty cat man if he didn't. "Rakana, indeed. He will definitely help you. Especially with the girls part." And En'rys waggles his brows playfully at Sesa.

Sesa gives En'rys a very sisterly like glare when he compares her experiences to that of making out with one's pillows. She raises her brows at Daen when he mentions the male escorts helping with the girls. "I'm not completely innocent you know, I said I'd never been with a boy." Sesa turns a little pinker, but the liquor seems to be giving her more courage.

En'rys leans right in. "Well, then, do tell." Helifts his glass again, amused at her sisterly outrage. Now this — this is interesting! There are many new things he's going to find out about his sister tonight, he can see. He'll even prop up his chin with his balled fist, elbow to thigh as he grins at his sister. Nothing like getting to know a person while they're drinking themselves right under the table — even if the table's kinda on the other side of the room.

Sesa chuckles. "Well, it's never gone as far as all the way, but I have kissed and been kissed." Sesa hides a smile behind her wine glass and chuckles. She isn't telling all brother. After all. That would be weird. "But it's easy when you're goofing around with your friends. When it comes to what may be a complete stranger and when you're in no control of it, it's a lot more nerve inducing. I'm…having a hard time not equating it to some form of…force." More wine goes down and she's back to chewing on her lower lip.

Definitely not; En'rys doesn't really want to trade bed secrets with his sister! "Mmm. Suppose that'd be easier than some random… whoever." Girls can keep secrets when it behooves them to do so, that much the greenling has learned. When it comes to flights, though? En'rys is, himself, not so sure what to do about that. "Dad always said he never remembered any of it." There had been a certain gentle warning in his tone — a certain desire to never, ever discuss it with his wild and wayward son. "I don't even know what it'll be like, really. I mean… maybe it won't be terrible. I've heard some of the riders like it, though. That you kind of learn to…" He hitches a shoulder, unsure of the exact word he's looking for. "… lean into it, or something."

Sesa shrugs. "Maybe. Guess one never knows until it actually does happen. But, that doesn't change the fact that I want to get things done before it does. Thanks for the recommendation brother." Sesa sighs and taps her nails against her glass for a moment before turning the tables on her brother. "And what about you Rys? What's going on with you these days?"

En'rys nods slowly. He still has his reservations — namely, the loss of absolute control over who might end up sharing his bed — but will save those for another time, with someone who might have more experience with such things. He quirks a brow as Sesa then seeks to know about his doings. "Well… other than being buried to the neck in learning about being a wingleader? If I never have to do it again, it will be too soon. I don't want to lead a wing through a Fall; I'm glad I've someone else I can ask to go over everything with." The which has him in knots, worrying that he might misstep and get someone killed if he so much as blinks at the wrong time. He regularly pelts leaders with as many questions as they will stand still for. "The usual; amazing how many people are… interested in me, now I'm a greenrider. The sideways looks are somehow both amusing and insulting."

Sesa smiles and shakes her head. “I bet you do well Daen, you can take things in hand when you need to and it's a good trait.” He'd certainly been a leading help when dealing with Kanriel and his bullpucky. Sesa sips at her wine while En’rys speaks and giggles at his last. “Well, it's not unusual for people to watch dragon rider spawn brother, they want to see if we live up to our predecessors, particularly if we impress too. I understand, I get those looks from people too.” And people had been sure Sesa would end up a prominent Harper, her impression had shocked more than a few who thought Sesa was to bound to her hides and records to ever have room for a dragon in her life. Fate had decided otherwise it seems.

“True enough,” En’rys agrees with a sigh, relaxing in his nest of pillows. “It's just this is life and death, not a jacket or jewelry. But at least there's plenty of experience around to pull from.” And then he rolls his shoulders in a shrug. He’ll muddle it out; at least he's got sufficient advisors to ask about things when he isn't sure. “Ha. They don't approve of me not getting bronze like A’lory did, as if I'd trade my Bria for anything else!” A rude gesture for even the suggestion of such foolery. “I'm curious, though. Are you nervous about flights for any other reason than the lack of control? Or is it just that?”

Sesa shrugs. “We were meant for who we were meant for. It doesn’t matter what other people think.” On the impression front that is. She thinks on En’rys’ question for a moment before shrugging and giving him a grin that suggests she thinks herself foolish in some way. “I suppose I’m nervous about the control aspect yes, but… really, I just always thought that my first time would be with someone special, that it would mean something. I never thought I would impress, so I thought I had time.” There’s a sympathetic drop of ink that spreads in her mind to form two raven like avians nested in a dead tree, oddly, Edleveth’s way of comforting Sesa. And it works, to a degree. “Now, I have to plan it with some stranger to get it over with before Edleveth catches a female and my first time becomes not my choice. And I don’t know how I’d feel about it all if it ended up happening the latter.”

“I see your point.” En’rys fiddles with the bright blue tassel on a pillow, eventually pulling the whole thing onto his lap. Nobody likes having these things decided for them, least of all things of an intimate nature. “Can I just say… my first time wasn't great — and I chose it. And I thought it would be great and special. All it was, was awkward and miserable. You might be better off with the experts.”

Sesa raises a brow. “Really?” She asks of his first time being less than ideal. “I’m sorry. That must have been…hard to deal with.” She can imagine the kind of awkwardness and discomfort that could arise from such a situation. She shrugs at Rys’ last, finishing off her wine and declining if he offers more. Her head is starting to swim. “I’ll get it figured one way or another. I just don’t feel good about it.”

“Nobody ever does, hon. It's just… flight sex can be a bit difficult, especially if you've never done it before. Sex, I mean.” En’rys is sympathetic to his sister’s plight; it's all of a sudden urgent, when here she'd expected to have more time! He caps the wine, altogether certain neither of them needs any more alcohol tonight. While his head isn't swimming, he does feel a bit tipsy himself now. Where'd his tolerance go? “Do you want me to go with you to… yanno, hire, or will you be okay doing it alone?” He knows the girl will be safe enough in the camp — she'd all but grown up there, after all — but negotiations for these things can be startling.

Sesa shakes her head. “No. I need to do this on my own, but if you wouldn’t mind being on standby via ‘lizard, just in case there’s trouble?” Sesa isn’t so innocent as to think she isn’t taking a chance at her safety doing this and backup is always good to have. Even with a dragon for protection. Also, she’s not really that scared because she did grow up amongst the glittering throng, thanks to her parents, so she does feel safe there. She sets her glass aside and sighs. “Sorry for bringing the mood down.” She says with a giggle. “This is supposed to be a weyrwarming and here I am being a worry wart.”

“What are brothers for, hon?” En’rys doesn't mind — there's a warm feeling for the fact that his newfound sister trusts him so much. “Of course I’ll be available to you should you need me.” One simply cannot refuse so reasonable a request, after all; and for all his wildness, the greenling has a broad streak of protectiveness where his sisters are concerned! “Weyrwarmings don't all have to be big parties. Note I only invited you up here tonight. I wanted something small and familyish. It's nicer. And when I can peel Xan off her Miner long enough she’ll have her chance at redecorating the place too.”

Sesa chuckles. “Good luck with that.” She says of peeling Xanthee off of Malosim, o r away from her work for that matter. “And, if she’s not working. She seems to have her nose to the grindstone lately.” Sesa has seen her running about doing her work. Sesa giggles again, unsure why, but it feels nice to do so. Perhaps she drank a bit too much wine. She never has had much of a tolerance and has only had it a time or two at this point. Her head spins a bit and her eyes get about as wide as dish plates. Yup. Sesa is a little knockered. “Brother, one more thing….think I could stay here tonight?” Because hey, friends don’t let friends fly dragons drunk! Ok?

Definitely not. En'rys simply beckons his sister towards a nice little alcove where a bed awaits. Because he'd considered nobody would want to fly anywhere after this! “Yeah you've had way too much. I was gonna suggest it if you hadn't asked. I don't think your mother would appreciate me letting you fly drunk. Irresponsible, that.”

“I don’t think I would appreciate flying drunk, and neither would Edleveth.” She’ll take that bed now, because the room is a little unsteady. She’ll flop right into it too, an arm going over her eyes. “That was some strong wine…” She’ll mutter. “I think I’m just going to lay here for a few, my head is ….fuzzy.” And within a few moments, maybe a little more, she’ll be at least lightly dozing, the combination of a day's hard work and alcohol a good sleep aid apparently.