A cool forest breeze gently glides through, a request. « Does yours have time? Mine is seeking him, if he is willing to talk. »

A sudden scatter of night-blown ash flares in your mind without warning. « Uh. Sure. Why not? » Perhaps not the warmest flurry of thought, but permission is given and that's what matters right?

It is well into evening when a green silhouette finds its way onto the ledge of Nokteryth and L'xan's weyr. The pair's arrival is announced to the bronze by the proddy green — probably not the best time for her to be so near a male dragon, though all it really involves is flirting. And lots of it. Her rider slides off, removing her riding gear before approaching the weyr's entrance. She stares at it for a moment and then takes a deep breath. The request to talk had come from her after all… what was she getting all nervous about? Truthfully, there were probably a few things to be said on that manner… regardless, she's here now. After a moment passes, Selaine calls out. "… L'xan?"

L'xan is sprawled across the shabby love-seat, boots abandoned on the floor beside him and his gigantic feet bare for once as he studies some esoteric hide. "… Riverbend. Right. Igen River Hold. Okay…" An occasional mutter is uttered as he studies, fingers flicking through the fringe of a dusty blanket (It's not a throw okay?). His concentration is shattered as his voice is called from his seemingly empty weyr. "Uh! Yes?" One brow lifts as he hastily resumes a more upright position, hide stuffed between the cushions on his couch.

Another moment of silence passes before she hears his voice from within, still standing just outside its entrance. "It's me, Selaine…" A pause. "Did Nokteryth not tell you I was coming…?" Oh gosh, now she's even more nervous if her coming her was completely unknown to him. She'd caught him unaware… maybe?… Was that a good thing or a bad thing? She couldn't tell.

"Now why would Nokteryth tell me anything?" He makes an unhappy face towards the ledge, where presumably the bronze is continuing his conversation from the night before (Or perhaps having the same conversation. Thanks dragon memory!). "Come in, come in. Excuse the…" He gestures at the spartan quarters. "…I haven't had much time to settle in properly yet." He grimaces. "I think I have a skin or something." And he's off, to his bed, and the curious shelving unit that surrounds it.

Selaine frowns as turns to look at Nokteryth (probably feeling smug or something for surprising his lifemate) before letting out a soft sigh. Akitith will certainly keep the bronze entertained anyway… The greenrider slowly enters with L'xan's invitation and gives the weyr only a cursory glance. It'd be rude for her to stare too long, right? She moves further into the weyr and watches as he goes off to find … whatever he's trying to find. "How'd you manage to put that together?" she asks of the curious shelving as she gets closer.

L'xan is jostling bits and pieces about in one of the alcoves, apparently successful he stands. And bumps his head against the long shelf that passes over the bed. "It was here when I got here." He admits, rubbing his head with one hand and holding up a limip wineskin with the other. Oh, and he'll need glasses. "I think that the previous occupant was a woodworker or something. It's very clever." If a bit inconvienent when you're as tall as he is. Tumblers rather than stemware are retrieved from the top shelf before he returns. "Drink?" Such a good host.

Selaine's just watching curiously now as he searches and winces slightly when he bumps his head. A glance to the wineskin in his hand and a soft 'ah' for the info on the shelves. "It's very… interesting." She observes. "Efficient, I suppose." Seeing that it takes up so little space but allowing for storage of a good amount of items. As for the drink, "Ah, sure. Thank you." And she'll go sit ..on… that love seat over there? Because she can't find anything else to sit on. "Um… sorry for showing up out of the blue…" Though it wasn't supposed to be an impromptu visit. Darn that Nokteryth.

L'xan snorts. "It's handy." He agrees, while pouring a glass without the benefit of a surface, his motions completed with the ease of much practice. "It's fine. Just learning some of the sweep routes. They've been updated since I was here last." Fascinating stuff I'm sure. "Here you go. It may not be Benden, but it's decent." He holds out a glass containing a mellow white wine, the other tucked into his palm by his remaining fingers. "So…"

Selaine stares at the shelving for a moment before turning her gaze to L'xan, watching as he pours the wine, thankful at least she wasn't interrupting anything important. "I'm sure it's fine." She says as she takes the offered glass. This greenrider has never been very picky with her alcohol. A sip is taken first, "Right.. so um…" No more stalling for her. Fingers tap absently on the glass. "The other night… " How to put it? Your dragon spoke to me? Among other things. "Well, um, somehow… I heard Nokteryth… I've never been able to hear another dragon before."

L'xan's face colors. There is a moment of incredible tenseness, the glass and the skin preventing clenched fists, or any other visible reaction other than tightness. "He did?" The tone is pleasant, for all that it is forced out from between his teeth. "I knew he'd done something. I would have never guessed, he'd do that. I apologise. My dragon is an arsehole." The almost customary affection that follows these sorts of pronouncements swallowed by exasperation.

Blue eyes are slightly wide as Selaine watches L'xan's reaction. Obviously it's not a good one. A nod to confirm his question. "It's not… bad. I was just… surprised." Selaine tells him, glancing down at the drink in her hand. From his reaction, however, perhaps the bronzerider is not aware of the contents of what was actually said. Something which she'll withhold for now, if so. "Do you know if he does that… often?" Can dragons just do that? Honestly, Selaine wasn't aware that it was a possibility, believing one could only hear their lifemate.

L'xan exhales, most of that tenseness blown out with that last lungful of air. "It can happen." He admits. "But it's supposed to be something rare. Not…" He raises his voice so it carries out towards the night. "…something done on a bloody whim. Switching the skin to his other hand he rubs his chin slowly, before dragging his fingers through his hair. "Its my fault. I've been feeling …guilty." There is a flicker of an awkward grimace. "…and he's been taking advantage of it." Cos he's an arsehole, but that's well established now right?

It almost feels like it was her exhaling, and not L'xan, when he admits that this whole… not-your-dragon-talking-to-you can happen. Selaine's lips make a slight 'o' shape, eyes glancing toward the ledge where the two dragons rest and converse. Or whatever. Her gaze flickers back to L'xan, a slight frown on her lips. "Guilty…?" she echoes. "… About what? If you don't mind me asking, that is." Another sip of the wine is taken.

L'xan paces slowly, the movement helping him to order his thoughts. "Not to go into detail. But I'm responsible for …interfering with his relationship with his weyrmate." His pacing slows further, more a slow slide now. "They were pretty devoted. You'd expect that after 8 turns. He's hurting." And lashing out, and generally being a pain in the backside. "He shouldn't have dragged you into this. Regardless of how he feels about your dragon."

Selaine's gaze follows him around as he paces, though eventually her eyes go back to staring into her drink, listening. Her expression is thoughtful as she takes yet another sip of the wine. "8 Turns… that's certainly a long time…" An idle comment really. "I don't mind… really. Like I said, I was simply surprised. And I've learned something new." She glances back up but then looks away again, fingers tapping once more on the tumbler. "Um… so should I not believe whatever he may have told me then, you think?"

L'xan scowls out at the ledge, the faint sounds of dragon-hide brushing against stone and dust carries into his quarters. A moment or two passes in silence, L'xan's scowl deepening before he shakes his head. "I wasn't dropped on my head as an infant, by all reliable accounts." He answers, remembering the wine and the glass he carries. "But… he isn't entirely wrong." Nokteryth isn't completely right either. Knocking back the wine he continues. "Look, I pretty much just got kicked out of Ista Weyr for sleeping with someones mother." No, it may sound like a joke but it isn't. "I'm not looking for anything more complicated than friendship."

Silence pervades the weyr as an apparent exchange of information passes from dragon to rider. Other than those very faint sounds from outside, of course. Selaine purses her lips at the sight of L'xan's expression and simply waits. They relax as he answers, twitching slightly but settling as he continues. There's a mild look of surprise in her expression for the last fact but she ends up nodding slowly. "Right… of course. I just wanted to be clear on what Nokteryth told me…I wasn't looking for anything. I apologize if I came off that way." She tosses back the rest of her wine glass as well. "Truthfully… I was, curious, of course but…" Her words trail off. "I suppose I'll just leave it at that."

Oh look! L'xan is misreading his social cues again, luckily he is barefoot so one can admire the size of the feet he keeps putting in his mouth. "Well." Yep. "I didn't…" No that's not going to work. "You are gorgeous. And nice, and funny…" Where was he going with this? "Can we just blame the dragons?" The last request is somewhat plaintive. "Can I just blame my dragon?" That would probably work out much better for everyone.

There's contemplation going on in Selaine's head as her gaze drifts from L'xan to nowhere in particular to her glass. She can't decide if she should be amused or flattered…Also unsure where he was going with what he was saying. An eyebrow raises with the initial request and then a light chuckle with the latter. "That would make sense, wouldn't it? Suffice it to say… it did start with him." Getting into her head with nonsense, apparently. She's slightly miffed and embarrassed by it but it doesn't show. Fingers tap on the tumbler before Selaine stands. "I've… probably outstayed my welcome for now.. so I guess I'll head on out." She looks around for a place to put the empty tumbler down but ends up just handing it to him.

"Yeah." L'xan appears a little crestfallen. "Honestly, we're a bit of a mess right now. Probably shouldn't be talking to anyone til we sort our shit out." He frees a hand by tossing skin and empty glasses on the bed (heathen) and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "I do sincerely thank you for all the help you've been." With the useful clues and dragon washing and all. "You'd be surprised how well dragons remember something that lasted 8 turns." A qucik concerned glance is shot out towards the ledge. "I'm not kicking you out or anything…" But yeah, it's probably time to give him back his man cave.

Selaine's expression softens when she sees his fall. "I'm not… really blaming you, L'xan. I hope you know that… I was just a bit…confused." With Nokteryth in her head and giving her ideas. Silly of her to think that… She shakes the thought away. "It's been my pleasure, really." A smile is given, heathen-glass-throwing not really given attention. "My offer to help when I have time still stands, regardless.. I'm sure you guys will figure it out." Everyone's always got things they have to deal with, right? "Right, I know. I'll head out." With one last glance, she offers him another smile before she makes for the ledge, dragging Akitith out of her incessant flirting to go back to their own weyr, leaving man and dragon to their cave.

L'xan snorts ironically. "You'd also think I would be old enough to know better." But he doesn't. He gives her a kind of shadow-y escort out to the mouth of the weyr. "I'll see you." That sentence is awkwardly clipped, perhaps he was going to say more, and thought better of it. "Safe skies." The traditional rider farewell seems a bit over-kill for a trip across the bowl, but he offers it all the same. Then before green and rider actually leave he's crossing the ledge to his own life mate, a benison of touch sought and received. Looks like tonights study session is over.