A Forceful Friendship

[FirebrandPhlox]

K'mina walked through the dining den, his plate piled high with goodies for dinner. The food down in Semaca was odd, certainly, but leaps and bounds better than the food back in Telgar. The room was packed with riders eating their dinner and handlers sipping klah with their breakfasts. K'mina was still new, so he didn't recognize any occupants at open tables he could join.

Oh well! He'd just have to make a new friend. He scanned the room and found a promising subject: A young man sitting by himself off to the side. The lad had a sort of wavy blond hair and seemed the sort who usually kept to himself, so he was the perfect candidate to share a meal with.

"Good evening!" K'mina boomed as he approached the man. "I'm K'mina of Garnet Gurrenth. Mind if I eat with you?" He sat before the man could provide an answer and began chewing a roll. "What's your name?"

[Agenothree]

Lancel tried his utmost to pretend he hadn't jumped at hearing someone's loud greeting clearly directed at him, his eyes wide as he blinked alarm and looked at K'mina. Though Figaro was off somewhere else, likely causing some poor soul needless trouble, Fiero hissed his greeting from his perched above them, narrowing his eyes at who dared intrude on his bonded's solitude. "Um..." he stalled as he struggled to conceive a response, but his newfound company had seated himself before he could say more than that. "I suppose you may," he said after a moment, his voice soft but polite, though he unconsciously worried at his lip nervously. Don't worry so much, Alezaeth's gentle voice floated into his mind, sensing his uncertainty. Take things slow, Lancel. Start small and work your way up. K'mina asked you your name, I believe.

Lancel was glad of her suggestions, warmth filling his heart for his green, though he felt somewhat ashamed, to be a grown man that still needed to be talked through a chance encounter in a communal dining hall. There is no shame in needing help, Alezaeth reminded her bonded, though there was no disappointment or judgement in her voice. Tuning in again to where K'mina sat across him, Lancel managed a small, albeit uneasy, smile. "Good evening," he greeted in return. "I am Lancel of green Alezaeth. My bronze perched above us is Fiero. I-I apologize for his conduct, he isn't terribly fond of strangers." At being introduced, Fiero made no sound and continued squinting down at K'mina, but Figaro decided to make an appearance, popping from between to land nearby and peer down at his master's new friend curiously.

"And my second, blue Figaro," Lancel proceeded to introduce his second firelizard, to which Figaro responded by giving a sociable cheep. "It is good to make your acquaintance, K'mina of garnet Gurrenth," Lancel continued formally, taking his fork in hand again. "What brings you to join me?"

[FirebrandPhlox]

K'mina laughed and smiled up at the feisty flit. His smile widened when the second one appeared as well. "Pleasure to meet you, Fiero and Figaro." He shifted his gaze back to the rider, "and you too, Lancel!"

He chewed on his food while pondering the question. "I dunno. I needed somewhere to sit, this seat was open. Besides, I could always use a new friend!" K'mina took another bite and a swig of klah, completely ignoring any form of decorum or manners. "I just transferred here last turn," he spoke through a mouthful of food. "Still getting to know my way around here. How long you've been down here?"

K'mina, try not to scare him off. Gurrenth told her bonded privately. He seems shy, and you can be, well, a bit much.

Psh, don't worry about him, it'll be fine, K'mina assured her. Gurrenth just responded with the telepathic version of a snort.

[Agenothree]

Lancel nodded, managing a small smile in response, mostly to be polite. "Likewise," he said mildly, quietly focusing on his food for a moment while he let K'mina explain himself, nodding where it seemed appropriate. Once he was asked how long he'd flown for Semaca, in relation to K'mina transferring last Turn and still learning his way, he was almost clinical in his response, rather immediate in recalling his transfer history by force of habit. "Three Turns," he answered, his voice quiet. "From High Reaches Weyr to Igen Weyr in 2762, from Igen to Semaca in 2773." But what he said afterwards was somewhat surprising, considering Lancel's reputation as a somewhat timid man. "Should you still need help in finding your way in Semaca, you're free to inquire upon me," he added, though he went still once he'd stated his offer, his face reflecting surprise that he'd said that. Alezaeth hummed a wordless encouragement in his mind before he could falter, supporting him in being so unusually forward. It had been...oddly easy, to say those few words in an offer of guidance, a dragonrider experienced and well-versed in his Weyr helping a new transfer. Clearing his throat, he took a small sip of his own klah to keep from needing to say something further, his eyes downcast in his contemplation.

[FirebrandPhlox]

K'mina's eyes widened at Lancel's account of his service. "Dang! You've transferred more than me! I was at Telgar before this. I'm glad I'm down here now, weather's a lot warmer."

He gave Lancel a big smile. "Hey, that's mighty kind of you buddy! I'll be sure to take you up on that." He might use big words and be very prim and proper, but K'mina could tell this guy knew his stuff and could probably be relied on. He took another bite of his meal.

He pondered a moment, then decided to take Lancel up on his offer. "Say, you wouldn't happen to know where a guy could get a knife, like a REALLY big one, would you?"

[Agenothree]

"It is," Lancel said in response to K'mina's comment about how much warmer Semaca was in comparison to most climes of Northern Weyrs, taking a slow swallow of his klah. "It was quite an adjustment, being accustomed to colder weather for so long. I hope you find Semaca pleasant." Hopefully in more regards than its weather, he thought to himself; though he was a reserved man, he was still proud of his Weyr. As K'mina proceeded to agree to take him up on his offer, Lancel but nodded. "Of course," he said by habit, managing a small smile that seemed more polite than genuine. But as K'mina asked where he might find a really big knife, Lancel looked up from his food in alarm, his face reflecting as much in a worried frown. "I do not know, my apologies," he admitted, blinking at K'mina in confusion. "Do you intend on exploring some wild sector of Semaca's jungles? If so, I wouldn't recommend it; it's dangerous enough in regions we know." Lancel felt it prudent to warn K'mina, a relative newcomer, of what dangers could hide in Semaca's lush forests; dangers that could bring dragons low as easily as Thread could. Enough fretting, Alezaeth tutted as she sensed where he bonded's thoughts were leading. My wing recovers well and you know it. Lancel's concerned look didn't let up. I am permitted short glides. My mobility improves daily. It won't be long until we fly for Pavane again. Lancel's expression softened a little, but Thread would fall in reverse before he'd stop worrying; that much was certain.

[FirebrandPhlox]

"Well darn it," K'mina said, snapping his fingers in disappointment. "Guess I'll have to keep asking around then." He shoveled some more food in his mouth. There were plenty of people around the weyr he could ask to help him find a knife.

"I wasn't planning on it," he responded to Lacel's inquiry through a mouthful of fruit. "There's a fishing hole a short walk from the weyr I like to visit, but the path is just getting a little overgrown." He swallowed his food, then smiled with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"How dangerous we talking? Is it 'better go with a squad' or 'beware ye who enter here, for none escape?'" He was suddenly very interested in knowing more details about the jungle that surrounded his new home.