Southern's summers are hot, both days and nights, which makes M'noq inclined towards hiding indoors at some point, since while there are many tasks a dragonrider has to do outdoors, other spare time can be spent somewhere cool. The library is that place right now, with M'noq scanning the shelves intently for some particular book. Occasionally he pulls one out, leafs through it, then replaces it on the shelf. Nope, not the one.

It is indeed hot, though it was quite pleasant to get out to the Boardwalk earlier and feel the sea breeze again. That, at least, made the heat seem less obscene to Amani. But now she's content to be indoors despite there still being plenty going on outside. Too many people. It leaves the library quite empty, save for a few with the same idea, and that suits Amani just fine. Though relaxed, she still has some things on her mind. She finds a book that's been left out and idly decides to spare the archivist a little extra work, finding where it goes herself just to give her something to do while she wanders and thinks. One turn takes her into the stacks where M'noq is, however, and she pauses a moment. She'd been irked at him not too long ago and hasn't seen him outside everyday meetings. It's mostly passed now. Time tends to help such things. "Hello, M'noq," she greets quietly, scanning the nearest shelf to see if the book she's found might go somewhere close.

M'noq is drawn out of his reverie by Amani's voice, and he turns and gives her a warm smile and a half-bow. "Amani. It's good to see you." The sentiment is genuine, particularly since he felt just as guilty about their recent encounter as she must have felt annoyed at him. The book he had been perusing remains in his hands, and he walks toward her. "How are you? Looking for anything in particular?" He both wants to mention the issues with F'kan and hesitates doing it, since surely there are more pleasant things to talk about than that guy.

Amani does give M'noq a small smile back as he approaches, withdrawing from the shelf when it becomes evident that the book she found doesn't belong. "I'm alright, just…walking and pondering. Looking for where this goes." She flashes the cover his way - A Vinter's Companion, Volume One. Maybe someone's trying to get into home brewing. Not her, though!

M'noq looks at the title of the book and hums. "Not sure, but I'll walk and look with you, if you like. If that's volume one, it can't be too difficult to find the other volumes, right?" At least, he hopes. He points her farther down the row where they can look. "Anything in particular you're pondering?" he asks as they walk. "If you're thinking about F'kan, I'm going to do my best to get him straightened out." He knows she was mad.

Amani walks along with M'noq willingly enough, though mention of F'kan does have her pressing her lips into a thin line for a long moment. She avoids looking at the brownrider during the stretch now that memory of that breakfast meeting is right at the forefront of her mind. "In part," she finally admits, unable to keep a strident edge from her voice. "Good luck with him. Which I mean, even if I can't help sounding cynical." She walks on in silence a bit more before deciding to divulge a little more of what troubles her. M'noq does hold more of her trust than most of the others in leadership, after all, simply by virtue of having Searched her. "Zymuriath was…unhappy with me for restricting Quaverilth from her when she starts flying."

M'noq's mouth twists into a wry smile, and he glances over at the young goldrider. "Thanks, I feel like I could use all the luck I can get." He grows more somber. "I watched K'vvan work with him for months, so I know it isn't going to be easy. But I feel like it's necessary rehabiliation." He runs a finger along the spines of a few books, then drops his hand. Not the ones he's looking for. "Anyway, I've restricted him from all flights for a while. If he can't be trusted to behave if he loses, why would you want him to catch?" It's a bit of a rhetorical question. "You have a thing for F'kan, then? Or Zymuriath just driving you crazy with her interest in Quaverilth?"

"No!" Amani is quick to make this plain with M'noq's first question, frowning swiftly. "Why would you even…?" No, she's not quite yelling, but her eyes certainly are with the way they practically snap sparks at the wingleader. She scrubs her free hand over her face as she turns back to the shelf, taking a deep breath to steady herself. If F'kan wasn't a lech and hadn't slept with and assaulted one of her best friends, she might have been interested, once upon a time…and that might have contributed to the vehement reaction of moments ago. It's more that she hates F'kan for those reasons that did it, though. "Zymuraith likes Quaverilth. That's the extent of her interest." As far as Amani can tell, anyway. Her lifemate can still be infuriatingly confusing about things. "But she wanted to know why I thought it was more important to exclude him as punishment for his rider than for her to have her choice. It's a fair question, considering how much we had the fact that it's about them and not us during flights impressed on us during weyrlinghood…"

M'noq stifles a laugh at Amani's initial objection, even though she could really be furious at him. "Kidding! I mean, I didn't really think you thought that, considering." He was there when they were at each other's throats. "Well, Zymuraith may have to wait another round if she wants a crack at him. If it's easier, blame the restriction on me. It isn't Quaverilth's behavior that's a problem, but where flights are concerned, it's hard to separate rider and dragon." He muses a moment before adding. "I really don't think it's all about the dragons, though. Just my experience, but it's best when you have chemistry on both sides, riders and dragons. Maybe there's plenty of times you don't have that, though." Suddenly he stops. "Oh, is this the spot for your book?" He points to an empty spot next to A Vinter's Companion, Volume Two.

Kidding or not, Amani finds herself taking another deep breath, doing her best to make certain that her calmer side prevails. When they stop where the book appears to go, she nods and slips it into place, then faces M'noq in full. "Is it chemistry, or is it instinct? Because I was taught it's the latter. It shouldn't be so sharding confusing." Frustration is evident in the subtle crease between dark brows, mostly because she knows this isn't something truly understood without experience…and it's looming in the nebulous near-future for her now. "I'm not going to blame the restriction on you, considering I made it first with Zymuraith. But when it comes to F'kan…" She shakes her head slowly. "I hope time with you does it. I really do. But what he did was to a friend I love like a sister, so please don't kid about him with me, M'noq. I can't do it."

"Perhaps instinct when it comes to the dragons' choice, but chemistry when it comes to the riders' experience. But I'm sure my experience would be different from yours, so feel free to call me on being full of shit." M'noq meant for his words to be a kind of comfort, but if they are not, he won't press. He grows more somber as Amani expresses her real concern. "Didn't mean to cross a line there. Believe me, I'm taking the issue seriously. Just trying to lighten your worry a bit. My sister rides up at Igen. It could have easily been her green Quaverilth had tried chasing. If I had a way of fixing this quickly and permanently, I would. I just don't want to see you carrying the worry all this time."

Different experiences, definitely! "I know you are," Amani tells M'noq, summoning up a small smile in an effort to reassure. This isn't about him, really, even if she doesn't quite understand why he chooses to deal with some things the way he does. Levity doesn't come as easy to her as to some. She nods as he makes his point about his sister, then gives a soft, rueful chuckle. "When it comes to fixing, I think each of us has to recognize we're the ones holding the tools to do it ourselves, not someone else. Just like me with my worry." She shrugs, her smile chagrined. "I don't know how to turn it off, M'noq. Not yet, anyway. But…I might bend your ear if it gets to be too much. If you'll let me." She steps back with a sigh, eyes going familiarly vague for a second. "I'd better go. Zymuraith's calling. Clear skies, M'noq." Exit one junior weyrwoman from the library, no less pensive than before.