Who

D'ex, Zynth

What

D'ex rejects a Dinner Invite. AKA More Reasons Why D'ex is Not the Favorite Son
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Cussing, D'ex being D'ex

When

It is evening of the seventeenth day of the first month of the eleventh turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Zynth's Weyr

OOC Date 29 May 2017 07:00

 

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The Saint, the Sweetheart, and the Mother all in one room?



Zynth's Weyr

TO BE ADDED IN THE MORNING!


The first things D’ex noticed about the invitation was the hide itself. He frowned at it, then cast a wary eye toward the lizard that delivered the note. Huh. Wasn’t that one of Vani’s little beasts? He wasn’t sure, but his own new little beast was more or less useless so far. But that wasn’t the problem. The problem was this hide.

The hide was a rectangle, sure, well stretched and even at a quick glance, the writing legible and relatively neat. However, the hide’s corners were far from being the desired 90 Degrees of a true rectangle. Without reading the note, D’ex turns into the weyr, snatches a straight edge and lays the hide down on the table. There. Careful now! The straight edge is lined up, a knife selected, and… .THERE! One corner done! See? That’s what a corner ought to look like! D’ex moves on to the next corner, cutting away the excess hide that kept it from it’s true potential. Fixed! Perfect!

«What do you have there?» Zynth’s cool voice breaks into D’ex’s concentration on the last corner, but he doesn’t look up. Instead mentally sending an image of the not-yet-acceptable hide. «Who is the note from?»

“I don’t know. I haven’t read it yet.” The straight edge is shifted slightly, frowned at, then the knife comes down, slicing away a sliver. Not enough? A little more… . There. D’ex straightens to look over the invitation and . .. . hmmmm… .. yes… . .That would have to do.

Only after the extra bits of waste hide is swept up and disposed of does D’ex settle down to read the invitation.

It was from Vani.

About dinner.

Or A Dinner.

With everyone.

By the Dawn Sisters, she was inviting him to dinner with Everyone.

Didn’t she hate him or something? Was Dinner poisoned? Wait… . no … .

The Saint, the Sweetheart, and the Mother all in one room?

«We should go.»

“Hell no! I actually don’t appreciate my every flaw being pointed out, and you know they won’t have any decant liquor.” The invitation is rolled up and secured, but D’ex stalks away without bothering to even start composing a response.

This was the sort of thing that required a delicate hand, careful planning, and a practiced execution. Perhaps even a dress rehearsal so as to ensure no mess ups. The cool brush of frost on the edge of D’ex’s consciousness reminded him that while Zynth’s option of the other dragons sure to be at the shipweyr was minimal, he liked A’hali and thought highly of A’ndi.

D’ex waves a hand toward where the angular blue sat in the sandy dip in the middle of the weyr. This was not the sort of thing to be rushed into. “Take me to the ground level will you?”

«Will we go to the party?»

“No, going to the Kitten.” D’ex pulled on a light jacket and drops into the small bowl that kept the sand of Zynth’s bed contained, “Come on.”

The blue doesn’t move.

D’ex pulls himself up and settles down between Zynth’s neck ridges, “I bet I can fleece that dumbass guard tonight. I won’t even use my good dice.”

Zynth’s sleek claws fold, his wings rustle slightly and he shifts back into the sand.

There is a moment of silence in the weyr.

“So are we not going to the Kitten?”

«No.»

“Well, we’re not going to see them either.”

«Then I suppose we will just have a night in, won’t we?»

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