Just before sunset, and the Weyr hasn't cooled down appreciably. Now that the sun is gone, the rocks start giving back heat into the night, turning the air around the weyr febrile with heat. With most people thinking about dinner, it's a quiet enough place to be at, and Veresch has taken full advantage of that. She's seated on the pier. Well, she's lying down on the pier, still dressed in her day clothes of light pants and shirt, and she's staring up at the blue-blue sky, lips moving. There's something whispered about the 'blue anvil of the night'. Poetry? Bad poetry?

Kyara's favorite time to lounge in the heat of the day is when the sun isn't around to burn her up at the same time. The heat is generally miserable the rest of the time - especially when leathers are needed for various daily duties. So sunset has arrived, and Kyara is very much not wearing leathers. Instead, she looks ready for a swim as she makes her way toward the pier, the emerald green wrap-around swimsuit that leaves her stomach bare her only garb as she saunters along with a towel draped over one arm and sandals dangling from the fingers of her left hand. She spots Veresch and smirks a bit; it's a fortuitous thing that the girl is here, and it prompts her to set about removing the straps from the pretty green dragon following in her wake and rummaging in one of the pouches attached to them. Finally, she reaches the pier and pads out onto it. "Trying your hand at Harpering?" she asks with a smile as she picks up on Veresch's whispered words, glancing over to watch Liareth slip easily into the water a short distance away.

The girl's words break off as Kyara ambles out onto the pier, and she tilts her head back to look at her. There follows a rueful look - what a good idea, that swimsuit - before she looks back to the water, colouring faintly. "No, I wouldn't make a good Harper. Not when it comes to songs and stuff, anyway." No real creative musical fire there. Looking right and left - no one else around, oh good - she wiggles sideways and does an impromptu kip-up with one arm, a little messy but certainly the quickest way to return to her feet. "How're you doing?" she asks happily, casting her gaze to the green in the water as well. "And Liareth? You need any help washing her?"

Smirking, Kyara waves Veresch to sit back down, spreading her towel on the pier as she gives a small shake of her head. "Not all Harpers are tuneful," she points out, setting Liareth's straps into a neat pile nearby and keeping a small box palmed mostly out of sight. "Even if music is part of the training; not all follow it. Anyway. I'm doing fine, and Liareth just had a good wash yesterday. She's just out for a swim right now. How's the arm?" she asks, gesturing at the limb in question as she lowers herself to the towel.

A second's pout turns into a sigh, and she sits back down on the pier, skirting the towel. All that potential activity, snatched away! She makes herself at home first, tucking her working hand in underneath her thigh, and looks down at the other arm, wriggling the fingers. "The healers said that they're almost ready to take off the sling, since it's almost been six sevens already and it had been a clean break. My shoulder doesn't hurt anymore, but apparently it'll be a bit weaker and slower for a while." Her eyes shine. "I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to having my morning sessions with you back again! And to go running, and the self-defense classes… Lots of things. And you? How are you two? How's that guy of yours?"

"Don't worry," Kyara says, reached over to give Veresch's shoulder a squeeze. "We'll make sure we to focus on getting that arm back to where it was. You'll be good to go in no time!" Except it won't feel like no time, of course. She grins at the last question. "Lia and I are fine. Flying, fighting. Waiting…" she adds cryptically with a pointed Eye sent out toward her lifemate before she's looking at Veresch again. "That guy of mine is also doing very well, thank you," she replies, a hint of pink rising to her cheeks as usual at the mention of her boyfriend. She shifts the box to the hand nearest Veresch and holds it out to the girl. "I got you something while I was in the Bazaar the other day," is all she says about it for the moment, though her smile widens a touch.

Veresch pulls her legs up, wraps one arm around her knees. "Thanks," she jokes back. "I'll look forward to being so tired I can't move." Her gaze brightens a little at the implication she hears, and her free hand lifts. "You mean…?" It causes her to look at her friend in a new way, of course, and her smile grows until it almost splits her face. "I see. She's taking her own good time, eh?" Her toes wiggle, she blinks at the box and takes it. "Thank you, Kyara. You didn't…" That's only until she sees what's inside, of course, in which second her mind changes to 'absolutely should have' and she gives a little squeal, reaching out to almost bowl her friend over with one-armed snugs. "Thank you! It's beautiful!"

It's a simple thing, really - a flat, round glass pendant of deep red whorled with a somewhat opalescent gold. But it was that simplicity that drew Kyara's eye in the first place, and she's managed to pick up on the fact that Veresch likes red after all this time, so it seemed a good idea. The greenrider laughs, catching herself with a hand stretched back as Veresch nearly tackles her. "You're welcome!" she answers, still laughing as she rights herself under the one-armed attack. "N'thu's sister is actually the one who made it. Consider it a belated welcome back gift." Once the snugging is overwith, she looks back out at Liareth again and sighs. "Yes. It's actually been long enough to worry me, but the dragonhealers say she's fine, so." Shrug. She eyes Veresch curiously, though, a somewhat amused smirk lingering on her lips. "Why does the idea of Lia rising make you smile?" she asks, one eyebrow lifting slightly.

She wastes no time in tossing it over her head, plucking it down to sit perfectly, with a downward beam. Exactly right. "It's lovely, I'll go by to thank her and show her what it looks like. I mean. Not that she doesn't know, but worn." She silences for a while. Then, softly, "You're very in control of yourself at all times. It's a bit small of me, I suppose, but it'd be nice to see you a bit out of control as well, Kyara. Well. Not that I'll really see it, I guess, but just the thought helps a bit. Is there a time frame, how often they're supposed to go up? Every few months or so, or every year?"

Kyara's eyes widen a bit at Veresch's reply, and then she laughs brightly, blushing somewhat as she brings her knees up and hugs them. She drops her forehead against them until the laughter wanes, then looks over at the girl once more. "It's not small of you," the greenrider assures Veresch. "I think we all have parts of ourselves we try to keep hidden away, and it makes others curious about us. Lia and I…we're linked very closely, so when she starts glowing, I change, but I tend to keep fighting for control anyway because I don't want people to see behind that veil of inhibitions that she makes drop from me. When she actually flies, she takes me over entirely; I have no control whatsoever, and no, that part of it all, you probably won't see." Unless Lia rises and they happen to be in the same place for some reason, but that's an unpredictable thing. "Before that, though, when she's proddy…I'd rather you didn't see me like that; I might say something I don't mean, or do something really out of the ordinary. But. It is part of who I am, so…if you happen to run across me like that sometime, and it won't make you see me differently, then I suppose that's okay." She looks a bit resigned after all that, and even a bit vulnerable, but she still manages a small smile at the girl. The last question earns a shrug. "Each one is different. She's got a clutchmate that goes up consistently every few months. Lia, I haven't been able to predict. Some are as easy as the seasons to predict, while others…you just have to be prepared for anything, really." And Lia falls into the latter, apparently.

The young woman wrinkles her nose at the warning and explanation. "I'd rather not see that part," she mumbles. "There's also such a thing as seeing too deeply into someone, I think, and we're comfortable as we are right now, right?" Besides, girl. Ick. "But you shouldn't worry. Being friends with and loving someone as a friend, that's a thing that stretches, right? I mean, I fight with Cha'el all the time because he thinks with … another part of his body, and I still love him as a friend. That's not ever going to go away. Just because you become more out of control… I mean, if that's what you are like inside sometimes, I shouldn't have a problem with that. I can stay out of the way if you really want."

"I didn't…" Slightly mortified to be misinterpreted, Kyara hides her face against her knees again momentarily. "I didn't mean to imply you might ever see what happens when she's caught. Seeing some of the chase isn't so uncommon." Just ask anyone who was at Eollyn's wine-tasting, or Jivayath's last flight. "You should also know that you'd be…safe from me, if you do run into me while she's proddy; my own preferences win out until the last possible second," she adds, clearing her throat a little as her coloring deepens a bit further. Maybe that sheds a little light on why Kyara seems to practice so much control at all other times? The comments about Cha'el have her making a bit of a face. "I can't say I've seen too much of that side of Cha'el, to be honest, but I'm a rider, so maybe he doesn't show it as often to us," she surmises. After a bit of a sigh, she glances over at Veresch again. "It should stretch, yes. And…you don't have to stay out of the way; you might run into me no matter what. It's just that…Lia sort of becomes judge of all the world when she's proddy, and I'm along for the ride, so I just don't want to say something that might hurt you, that's all. And if I do, just know I don't mean it, yeah?"

Veresch scoots closer, links her good arm through Kyara's so that she can bump her friend's shoulder with hers. "I'm just teasing you, you know. Although I'll remember if ever I manage to impress a blue or a brown." The chances are small, given the astronomic chance to be Searched in the first place, but still there enough to tease Kyara a little more. "I say stuff I don't mean all the time," she admits. "I mean, I try hard to be grown-up and gracious like you, but it just doesn't come out that way. If I'm ever around and treated to a performance of the judge of the world, I promise I won't hold it against you." She holds her free hand slightly, injured arm still trembling. "Friends, right?"

Kyara gives Veresch a rather chagrined smirk. "It's not…something that should be teased about, really. Not generally. Some greenriders you definitely shouldn't tease about it," she almost mutters, but the smirk widens. "But, it's you teasing me, and that's okay." Rubbing her neck, she thinks a little. "Sometimes I think it might be harder to ride a male dragon. But Cha'el once told me he thought it would be hard to rider green." Shrug. "Depends on the sort of person you are, I guess." At Veresch's next words, Kyara fits the girl with a look that's both warm and firm at the same time. "Veresch. You be grown-up and gracious like you, not me, alright? If I can be an example for you, then I'm honored to be that, but remember these things don't happen overnight. You say things you don't mean, you try, you fall on your face, pick yourself back up and try a different approach. All that will forge you into your own woman who can stand uniquely strong. You'll get there. You're already well on the path. Maybe you have to be more careful sometimes, but…life isn't all about careful." Smiling, she careful sets an arm around Veresch's shoulders. "Of course, 'friends.' Without a doubt." With another smirk, somewhat teasing this time, she sets her chin on her knees and looks at the girl. "Anything else you're curious about?"

"Well, until I learn how to be that way, I might as well learn how to act like someone nice," Veresch replies with a grin. There's a moment's snuggle under the arm, but she soon straightens up and away, scuffling a little sideways. It's still warm, after all, even if the air is beginning to cool down a tad. "There are definitely some greenriders that I wouldn't even get close to, nevermind speak to. Some of them are just strange." She grimaces. "There is something I've wanted to talk to you about though. There's this new person, right?" Right. Keep it anonymous. "And she's sleeping with a friend of mine — I think. And I don't know how to handle it. I don't want her to mess him up, so I want to punch her every time I see her, but then he's such a lech and I'm afraid he's going to get head-over-heels and fall, and then he won't be my friend anymore."

"Just some of us, hm?" Kyara jests with a grin. Greenriders in general are a quirky set of people, to say the least! And she'll readily own up to it. Knowing full well why Veresch has moved, she scoots a little, too, taking that moment to stretch out on her back with her hands linked behind her head. Even so, she keeps her attention on her younger friend. "A new person? New…rider?" Perhaps that new goldrider? She's a little hard to miss. This friend being a 'lech,' though, brings a raised eyebrow. "Who are you friends with that's a lech, Veresch?" The pronouncement almost brings about a laugh, but she's quite serious. "If he's the right sort of friend, he won't let a relationship change his friendship with you."

Veresch grins, quickfire, and tries to bump Kyara's shoulder again. "Just some of you!" she confirms with a good, solid nod. "The rest of you are fairly nice … I think." Her mouth twists into a furrowed pout, then a bit of a sulk as she considers. "I'm trying not to gossip," she says in the end, after some thought. "I hate it when people think I gossip." How many secrets are there under that bunch of hair? "D'you really think that he'll be that kind of friend?" she ends up asking. "It's not that I like him or anything." There's a pause. "But I'd like to know that he's going to be okay, and that I don't have to go and kick someone in the shin or something."

Kyara sighs, shifting her head to look up at the sky thoughtfully. "I think it only counts as gossiping if you say something with the intention of spreading it around," she speculates. "I know what you mean, though. As to what I think…well. I always like to believe the best about people, so I automatically want to say yes, but I don't know this guy." Blink. "Do I?" She raises up a bit, propping up on her elbows. "I know what you mean. But deciding to kick someone in the shin over whatever's going on…might not be the best idea, if you want to be sure you stay friends. You don't know yet if this is a good or a bad relationship, yeah? If it's good, you can be happy for him. If it's bad, I'd still explore all other options before the shin-kicking," she says somewhat dryly, but not without understanding.

"Yup, you know the guy," Veresch finally says, on the edge of a squirm. "But… don't think about who it could be, okay? I just…" She gives an explosive sigh and the water a dark look. "Zeyta once talked about other options too, so I guess that hearing it from both sides is a good thing. I just hope he doesn't become really strange or something." Giving a bit of a grumble, she moves to her feet, then sinks onto her haunches, not quite ready to leave. "I just can't see how it'd be good. Because. Well. Because it's like a fish and a bird trying to have a relationship. No matter how much they're okay, their societies are not, and I don't want to see my friend have a bad time."

"What do you mean, 'they're okay, but their societies are not?'" Kyara questions, a bit nonplussed. By this point, she's certain she has an idea of who Veresch might be talking about, but keeps her mouth shut in order to at least appear to not be thinking about it as the girl has asked. "As in their families wouldn't agree with the relationship?" She gives a shake of her head, chuckling a little. "Unfortunately, it seems like a lot of relationships involved trial and error that way. People worry, people feel shoved by the wayside, even if that isn't the intent…those involved might get hurt, but sometimes its the only way to learn. It's…not the most pleasant of things," she murmurs, the sudden subdued element to her tone betraying that it's something she might know a little about. "But in the end, you learn some valuable lessons. At least, you should." Shrugging, she looks back up at the now-crouched girl. "It could be that things might not work out for your friend, and it's just something he needs to experience. In the meantime, you just keep being his friend, unless he starts getting rotten toward you. Then you'll know his true character, and you can decide if he was really a good friend to begin with."

Veresch's expression speaks whole volumes. It's good advice, it really is, and she knows it is, but somehow it still sits uneasily with her, therefore the slight hangdog expression on her face. "I guess so." She stands and slowly stretches, both shoulders moving almost as they should, and looks down at Kyara. "Be happy if he's happy?" she finally asks, trying to condense the advice down into a bite-sized pieces she can assimilate. "I'll try. And I think… I think…" Her nose wrinkles. "I don't know what I'm thinking. Perhaps I'm too tired. I'm gonna go for a quick scrub and then bed, and hopefully tomorrow makes more sense to me." It's highly doubtful, but perhaps. Then, "Say, Kyara, do you know anyone on the rider side that's good with administrative work and running a lot of people?"

Coming all the way back to sitting, Kyara folds her arms over her knees and gives a Veresch a smile meant to be encouraging. "Yes," is her answer, "but I know it's not that simple. It's not an easy thing sit by and just let things go as they will." She chuckles a little at the girl's indecision over the activity of her own thoughts and nods. "Sounds like a good idea. And I can think of a few." The trick is tracking them down when they're not busy doing said work. "Sienna, A'dan, O'ell," the assistant weyrlingmasters dealing with such things every day, of course, "though I'll point you at Sienna first. Teya; she's a brownrider on Mirage right now, and she used to be Weyrsecond. Trek. I could even ask N'thu if he'd be up to chatting with you. He was Weyrleader once, and a wingleader for a long time." Though he may be better with the 'running a lot of people part' than with the administrative part.

The list of names makes Veresch's eyes grow wide - so many people? - and there's a trace of anger to be seen. It's there for only a flicker of time before she nods and leans down to hug Kyara; it's awkward, to be sure, but quite strong even just with one arm. "I'll remember what you said," she quietly promises before straightening. "Goodnight, Kyara, goodnight Liareth. I hope things go well when… well, when she decides to go up."

That flicker of anger isn't lost on Kyara, but she returns Veresch's hug warmly, deciding not to press the cause for now. Rest does wonders, and if the girl is still upset tomorrow, well… "You know how to find me if you need to, Veresch," she says. There are a few, now! "Good night. And…I'm sure they will. It's just…" She waves a hand out at her lifemate and shakes her head. Waiting. "See you later." She waits until Veresch is gone before joining her dragon in the water. Cooling off before getting back to her weyr is the last order of the day - and with the light nearly gone, it shouldn't take too long to accomplish.