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Ruane was a chronic early riser. Some might have described themselves as (horror of horrors), morning people, but that wasn’t her. No, she just couldn’t sleep late. She enjoyed being lazy, that was true, but she just couldn’t sleep past dawn. Oh, she had tried. Emath certainly could; he could nap anywhere, but then that was the special power of being a dragonet. Presently he was upside-down on his couch, his forepaws folded over his chest, and Ruane took a moment to appreciate the fact that his tail was stuck under his back. Apparently he didn’t notice, because he was dead asleep.

”Emath,” she muttered, going over to push his head none too gently. Explosions could be going off, rocks could be falling, and Emath would sleep through it all. In that, he was rather unlike his rider – it was one of the things that both amused her and drove her nuts. ”Emath! Get up, you lazy rag.” Emath did not stir. Instead, the burgundy issued a grunt in his sleep and turned away from her. Ruane eyed him. How tempting it was to crawl into the space between his neck and his shoulder and go back to sleep.

But she couldn’t do that, because she couldn’t sleep, and if she had to be awake, then so did he, by Faranth. ”Tigrea!” the weyrling called suddenly, and the flit exploded into action, leaping up from her spot on the end of Ruane’s bed. Unlike the burgundy, the cyan firelizard was always ready for action: she bugled her challenge to the world and swooped in wild circles around her bonded’s head. Laughing, the weyrling held up a hand, and Tigrea perched on it, quivering with the need to do things. ”Don’t make yerself ill, there. All right. Annoy him. I give ya my blessin’.”

Tigrea needed no further prompting. She dove from Ruane’s hand with a shrill shriek, pecking at Emath’s face and firing loud, bright images into his head at maximum force. Instantly the burgundy started awake with a pathetic groan, swatting at the flit with a forepaw. Ruane! Make her stop, he complained, and rolled to all fours, ducking his head erratically to avoid the flashes of bright blue.

Grinning ear to ear, the human half of the pair called off her attacking flit, and Tigrea landed neatly on Emath’s head, shrilling. Oh, she did enjoy a good dose of danger this early in the morning! That Emath wouldn’t actually hurt her did not seem to occur to the cyan. ”Up and at ‘em, lazybones. Ya need a bath, ‘cause ye smell. Promise I’ll feed ya afterwards.” Smirking, Ruane turned and neatly dodged the tail that flicked at her ankles. She bowed impishly to her dragon, and then turned and bounded out the door as Emath leapt after her.

He slowed when they reached the hallway, and Ruane let him catch up. Just as if they had been perfectly civilized all along, they walked side by side to the entrance of the barracks. Emath had started rumbling in anticipation of his bath; the tips of his stumpy wings fluttered in glee. Tigrea, assuming that she too would have a bath, darted around Ruane’s legs as she walked, dangerously risking killing both herself and Hers. Though she kept her hazel eyes fixed on the firelizard as they exited the barracks, the weyrling didn’t bother to stop her. Tigrea would just think up something new if she did.

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Everane was waiting there for her, just outside the mouth of the cavern. The small blond had been pacing back and forth, trying to think of what best to say to her older sister. "Ruane..." she whispered to herself, pausing occasionally to gesture for the sake of added effect. She sighed at her inability to find the right words. Was her sister going to be mad at her? Should she have come here at all? She didn't regret her choice, no. She had gotten to meet the Weyrwoman on her first day here, and already participated-sort of-in her first hatching. The fact that said hatch had turned out to be an utter disaster, that resulted in her meeting with the Candidatemaster, well-just details really! All minor details that weren't worth mentioning.

The younger girl frowned at herself, knowing full well she couldn't lie to Ruane. If people started talking, and people often did, then Ruane would hear from someone else about her unintentional freak-out. She needed to come clean, and admit to her sister that she could hear the Weyrs dragons. What if her ability made Ruane upset, because her conversations with Emath were meant to be private? She was going to have to learn how to control her newfound skill, so she didn't cause any damage to her and Ruane's relationship.

Everane turned the moment Ruane came walking out, the girls burgundy at her side. Tigrea was flitting about, being a general nuisance as always. Ever rather appreciated the flits dangerous antics, for they amused her so. Kirby, once having lain across Everane's shoulders, rose up. The pink scrabbled back until she was upright, perched upon Hers' shoulder.

Ruane was to be a large part of their lives now, which meant that the pink would have to accept Tigrea as well. As tolerant as Kirby could be, the cyan flit was obnoxious. She followed her around everywhere back at the hold-when Ruane delivered letters. The pink liked to have her space, especially around feeding time. She would simply have to put the cyan in her place. It wasn't as if Tigrea had nothing else to occupy her-right?

The small blond stood in Ruane's path, her face falling at the sight of her sister. How long had it been since she'd seen her last? And so, the moment the weyrling looked up, the smaller girl offered a timid: "...hi."
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Tigrea was the first to notice Everane there – and, joy of joys, Kirby! With a scream of inexpressible glee, the cyan looped up into the air and shot herself directly at Kirby. That the pink didn’t like her escaped the cyan flit entirely; even if she had known she probably wouldn’t have cared. Bowling the other firelizard over was far too much fun to give it up for a simple little thing like Kirby’s disapproval.

Though a certain amount of noise and chaos was to be expected when Tigrea was around – which was to say, all the time – Ruane looked up when the cyan abruptly shrieked and flung herself into the sky. Briefly her expression was startled, and then it settled back into the lazily smirking mask she typically wore. But only for an instant, because then the burgundyweyrling stopped dead, and Emath did too, looking down at her in puzzlement. What’s wrong? he asked, but she didn’t reply. Perfectly motionless, she stared at her sister with an expression of disbelief plain on her face. Last she’d seen Everane, the girl had been back at Keroon Hold, with their parents. Briefly she was speechless, and then Ruane’s face split in a grin and she crossed the distance between herself and Everane in two quick strides.

”Everane!” Ruane wrapped an arm tight around her little sister and squeezed her against her side. It had been so long since she’d seen her properly – a Turn, at least. It felt like a hundred. Ruane had hardly seen her sister since she ran away all those Turns ago, though she’d been back for Everane’s Turndays and the odd visit in between. It wasn’t enough. It was never enough, but she couldn’t stay in that house with their father. True, she had stopped him, had put the fear of death into his bones, but she couldn’t stand to look at him.

She felt guilty, leaving Everane there, but what else could she do? Everane had been so young… surely she’d been fine after Ruane had put a stop to their father. Right?

Still smiling, the burgundyweyrling folded her sister tighter against her side and lowered her head to give the girl a pensive kiss on the top of her head. Faranth, she had dreamed of this moment… but she pulled away slightly to offer her little sister a roguish smirk. ”Finally came ta see me, didja? Ya look disappointed.”

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The first thing the small blond heard was the "what's wrong?" from Emath. Her heart hammered in her chest at hearing her sisters other half. She envied the older girl her bond, but that hardly mattered given how happy she had been to hear that Ruane had impressed. The dragonet must have been, what, about six months now? He was big, bigger than she'd imagined him to be even, and therefore a gentle smile came to rest upon her pale face.

She and Ruane exchanged, what felt like, a tense stare. What was the burgundy weyrling thinking? Was she happy to see her? Faranth, she hoped so. Then Ruane was closing the distance between them, and speaking her name as if the past five seconds had not occurred at all. The awkwardness between them was dissolved the moment the older girl embraced her. An arm was slung about her, and she was pulled with ease against Ruane's side. Everane, far more affectionate than the older girl, came to wrap both arms tight around her sisters waist. Then, life worming it's way back into her eyes, the girls gaze rose to meet the weyrling's. "Hey Ruane," she again greeted. This time, well, this time she sounded far more genuine.

There was something about Ruane's smile that seemed off, and yet Everane had never really noticed her sisters behaviour before; or perhaps she had and merely refused to acknowledge it. Her visits with Ruane had been so far and few between that the idea of destroying them with speculations and prying seemed a waste. She had always suspected that if something was wrong then Ruane would tell her. She was coming to realize that she wasn't always right, as much as she enjoyed being right. The world was not all fun and games, like she wished it to be.

Meanwhile, Kirby had sprang from the smaller girls shoulder the moment Tigrea spotted her. Screeching, the pink shot up in the air, attempting to escape the cyans overbearing affection. Why did her fellow flit obsess over her so? As far as she could tell they were nothing alike, and there was no reason, therefore, to fixate upon her! Kirby hissed, though her warning was likely drowned out by Tigrea's hot pursuit! Beating her wings, the pink rose higher and higher, wishing in that moment to disappear straight into the glowing orb set in the sky.

Ruane pulled away just enough to better look upon her. The other girls roguish smirk was a much more fitting expression-one that Everane knew well. Everane soon donned a smirk of her own. Her resemblance to her sister was difficult for most to see, unless one were to bear witness to moments like these. "Something like that..." she trailed off, chuckling nervously. She had yet to let go of the short young woman, worried that if she did she may never get her back again.

The small blond did her best to maintain her composure as Ruane noted she looked disappointed. "I'm sorry," she immediately apologized, not wanting Ruane to think it was her fault. It wasn't, surely the burgundy weyrling must have known that. She had never visited her before, and so, chances were, Ruane would put two and two together. "I, uh... left?" A sheepish grin replaced her once smirk, making the young dragon candidate appear all the more childlike. "I guess you could say... it's not a visit?" Her nervousness was apparent. She was sure Ruane would have questions, lots and lots of questions...

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Everane had always been far more inclined to affection than her older sister. Ruane let the girl hug her, but she made a face as she did so. One-armed hugs were all she ever gave; it just wasn’t in her to be so… cuddly. Everane was very different that way; the weyrling tolerated the contact only because they were sisters, and she loved her dearly. Still… if she was going to be hugging her all the time she might say something. Then again, maybe not. Ruane didn’t want to pop her silly little bubble.

Now the girl sounded happy to see her. Happier, anyway. Still smirking, the burgundyweyrling raised a brow, waiting for the response to her teasing question. When it came, Ruane’s expression didn’t change, except to become a little more sardonic. ”Figured,” she answered dryly, although she didn’t step away from her sister. Instead, she left her arm draped around the girl’s shoulders, watching her with an expression that was half-amused. Her skin was much too thick to be bothered by that; it had been a while since she saw her younger sibling, after all. I’m itchy, Emath complained, snorting. Petulantly, he sat down in the dirt in front of the barracks, watching His. He wasn’t really mad, but he was itchy. For all that it took an army to get him out of bed, the burgundy liked having his bath first thing.

”What fer? Ya think I didn’t wanna see ya?” Ruane grinned, and then she paused, expression rippling first into neutrality and then into slow, laughing understanding. Unable to help herself, the weyrling slapped her sister on the back – perhaps a little harder than necessary, because now she was laughing, and the energy may have been a little forceful. ”Finally ran away, did ya?” Everane looked like she was about to collapse from nerves. She’d never been as violently confident as Ruane. But that was probably a good thing. Everane got herself in trouble just a bit less, or at least had done so previously. Perhaps that was because she had a dose of sense that her elder sister lacked.

”Growin’ up ta be just like me. I’m so proud,” the weyrling crowed facetiously, and grinned, ruffling her sister’s hair wildly. Emath whined louder, shuffling forward until he was looming over the pair of them. ”Come wit’ me, shorty. Gotta wash this great complainer an’ feed ‘im, and ye can tell me how ya got here.” And with that, Ruane strode toward the lake, her arm still around Everane’s shoulders. Whether or not her sister was on the ball, she was bringing her along.

Tigrea did not know or care why Kirby didn’t want to play with her. Rather than take the hint and back off, the cyan rocketed after the pink, shrieking in delight. She ignored the warning entirely, flapping crazily after the other firelizard. Didn’t she want to do dangerous things? Did she not want to do stunts and play chase and have all manner of wicked crazy adventures!? What was wrong with her? Tigrea would just have to chase her until she found out!

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Everane noticed the shift in the older girls expression, but let it slip free from her mind. There were other things, more important things, to think of now. She didn't want to make a mistake by conveying either too much, or too little, to the burgundy weyrling. She needed to be honest with Ruane, once and for all, but she feared her honesty may come at a price. The weyrling's behaviour was already... off. She had not been prepared to see her and so maybe that had something to do with it. Ruane had never struck her as the sort of woman who appreciated surprises. Like Everane, Ruane likely preferred knowing precisely what was coming.

It bothered her that she couldn't tell whether or not Ruane was happy to see her. Despite the side-hug, and forced smile, Everane knew better. She wasn't a kid anymore, not really. She was fourteen turns old; therefore, she was old enough to know when someone wasn't telling the truth. There was hesitation at Ruane's question, followed by more nervous laughter. "Of course! I'm here because of you after all." She wasn't trying to make her sister feel guilty... not really. (Okay, maybe a little). The others laugh made Everane incline her head, though she was soon distracted from her thoughts by Ruane's slap to the back. Everane laughed for real this time, letting go of Ruane in order to rest a hand on the back of her own neck. There her fingers sought of the stray strands of hair hanging down.

"Yep. Just had to go out and see more of the world, you know?" Ruane knew, more than she would likely let on. The pair of them had secrets, yes, but their secrets were one in the same. They were more alike than either girl knew, though somewhere a part of Everane was already aware. Ruane's teasing words were welcome, if only to ease some of the former tension. "Looks that way, doesn't it? Glad you're proud," she declared. Then Ruane was ruffling her head of wild hair, and Everane could only scowl at her. Ducking down in a juvenile effort to escape, Everane muttered under her breath playfully before being guided away.

The burgundy weyrling had yet to pull away from her, instead resting an arm about her shoulders. Everane had missed her, dearly, and hoped that Ruane still felt the same about her after she heard what she had to say... "Sounds good." She had no objections; after all, Sanarth's clutch was soon to hatch. A distraction would prove beneficial. "So, Emath then?" she inquired as they walked on over to the lake. Everane leaned forward so she could spy the burgundy at her sisters side. "He's quite a sight, really. Congrats Ruane, I'm sure the two of you are great together." The small blond compliments were sincere, and from the heart.

Kirby was not as fast as the cyan. She was not as well structured for flying, what with the chub resting about her ribs. She flapped her wings as hard as she may, but it simply felt as if her actions were merely keeping her afloat. Holding her breath, the pink attempted to rise even higher. Tigrea was gaining on her, calling out in an effort to make her stop. The pink swung her head around, looking behind her to glimpse the cyans progress. She was gaining quickly, and nearly upon her. Creeling in dismay, the pink was about ready to give in. Hers would not allow the cyan to destroy her! No way, no how! There would be no danger here today-no, not today!

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Just as Everane couldn’t tell her true feelings, nor could Ruane quite read what her little sister was thinking. Many Turns ago, she had spent almost every waking moment with her sibling. Reading her had been as automatic as the sunrise, but now there was something ever so slightly off between them. Something just didn’t quite click in the middle, where once they had been if not in sync, then close to it. Ruane decided not to worry about that right now, for she really was happy to see Everane. Some part of her wondered why she was here now, though. Neither of them had been able to deal with their father any longer… but had he begun to bother Everane again?

Had she not been enough? Should she have finished what she’d started, instead of letting him live?

What are you thinking about? Emath butted into her head suddenly, his tone flickering with concern. Ruane flashed him a grin over her shoulder. Nothing, darling. Don’t worry. I’m just thinking that you’re going to take forever to wash, she lied cheerfully. The burgundy snorted. I’d better! I want a nice long bath, Mine. With extra sand. And lots of oil! And—

Okay, okay. I’ll spoil you rotten, how about that? Not that I don’t already. Ruane was grinning by the time she glanced back to Everane, a second or two later. ”Really? ‘Cause o’ me?” She grinned, and then an unaccustomed warmth crept into the weyrling’s tone, and she squeezed her sister tight against her one more time. ”Missed you too, kid.”

Oh, she knew. The weyrling couldn’t shake the twinge of anxiety that things had gotten worse in Keroon and that was why Everane was here now. Jaded as she was, she couldn’t accept that Everane might have come here just to see her – just to be with her big sister. Ruane remembered using the same line when strangers had asked why she was roaming around unchecked by parents. Just wanted to see the world. Yeah… yeah, she’d wanted to see the world, except for the corner in which she was born. Ruane would die happy if she never saw that again. ”Sure.”

Perhaps her younger sister was unimpressed by the hair-ruffling, but sadly the weyrling didn’t care. ”Ya should be!” she proclaimed cheerily, leading the way toward the lake. Emath decided that he was bored of following the humans and bounded ahead, racing across the Bowl until making an epic leap from a rock into the lake. His crimson form vanished underwater, and Ruane raised a brow. Part of her had to hold back a sigh when she watched the way his wings stayed folded, as they always did. Still he wouldn’t act like a dragon that could fly.

But that wasn’t a problem to worry about right now. Presently she had Everane, and that was a much brighter fact than her dragon’s troubles. ”Yep! That’s him. Thanks, kid!” Ruane grinned at the compliment, although she turned her face away in the pretense of watching Emath. In truth, she wanted to hide the disappointment she knew was in her eyes. They weren’t as great as she wanted them to be. Still he wouldn’t even fly for her, even without her weight on his back.

But he was busy swimming now, happily rolling over and over in the cold water, and the weyrling turned her attention back to Everane, grinning. ”So! I’m sure I’m the only reason yer here – bein’ yer favourite sister an’ all – but did ye stow away on a boat? Or,” she raised a conspiratorial brow, ”did ye get yerself Searched?”

If firelizards could cackle, Tigrea did. She warbled in delight as she realized that she was gaining on Kirby, climbing higher and faster than the pink could. Perhaps the older flit was putting in her best effort, but the cyan had her beat in sheer determination. Up she went, until she was practically on top of Kirby, and then she playfully nipped at her, ducking wildly around the other flit. Didn’t she want to play? Didn’t she want to be fabulous!? Maybe if she annoyed her enough, Tigrea could nudge the pink into a game of chase. That such tactics were a bit mean didn’t even occur to her – she just wanted to play!

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She couldn't help but listen to the burgundies words, keeping her head down as if she were intruding on a private conversation. She waited for the pair of them to finish before speaking. Thankfully Ruane was soon addressing her again, and so she glanced at the older girl. Everane responded with a "psh." As if Ruane didn't already know the influence she had on her baby sister. The tight hug was nice, and Ever couldn't help but smile. It was good to be here with Ruane, finally. "Good." It was nice to be missed, and she had always feared that maybe Ruane thought she was better off without her. There was no time for negativity however, not in Ever's world.

Everane chuckled, eating up all of the attention. She was more than happy to be lead over to the lakeside. She hadn't gotten to explore much of Dalibor just yet, given she'd only been here a short while. It was incredible to think that she'd already witnessed her first hatching... sort of. It hadn't gone over all that well, but Ruane didn't need to know that. No one needed to know that in fact. The small blond allowed her thoughts to drain from her head as she watched Emath. Both she and the weyrling took a moment to regard him. Ever wondered, indeed, what her sister was thinking. Was it difficult for Emath to place her as well?

The burgundy took to the water quite easily, which was pretty adorable. "He's so cute, look at 'em go," Ever laughed. A part of her wanted to talk to him, and yet a larger part of her told her it would be wrong. Emath wasn't like Couineth, or any other dragon for that matter. He was different, because he was Ruane's.

Ruane's question tore her gaze away from the dragonet, and caused a sheepish grin to develop. "Ah... sort of? I'm a candidate now, yeah. Pretty cool, huh?" Hopefully Ruane would be... happy? Had the older teen ever thought that the pair of them would be dragonriders together, in the same Weyr? It all felt like a dream at this point--hopefully a good one.

Tigrea was catching up, and so Kirby puffed herself up as best she could, sort of... floating there. Then came Tigrea, ducking and weaving around her whilst administering nips to her body. The pink exhaled in order to creel, and dropped like a rock from the sky. She had no more stamina, and she wanted food, and so she had given up all hope. She would just fall now, because falling was easier than dealing with the cyan flit.

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Ruane was not demonstrative with her affections. Anyone that knew her would say so, but she would have been disappointed to know that Everane thought, even for a moment, that she wasn’t missed. Yes, there were many secrets that the burgundyweyrling wanted to hide from her little sister – and many that she would probably always refuse to share – but it was not a lie that she loved Everane, and wanted her nearby. Probably her sibling was the only person in the world that she loved so fiercely. Morrigan would run a close second, but the weyrling didn’t permit herself even to think about that. Not when she was talking to Everane. Not when she couldn’t be nearly as close to the other girl as she wanted to be.

”Ye should see him run,” Ruane remarked, laughing. Her dragon was cute – and sometimes that felt like all he would ever be. Desperately, she hid the thoughts from her dragon. Successfully enough – he didn’t respond, so he probably didn’t hear her. When would he fly? When would he finally open his wings and accept that he was a dragon like any other?

When would she figure out how to be a dragonrider, and get him into the sky?

Trying to ignore her slowly darkening mood, the weyrling turned back to Everane with an expression of vast amusement. ”What, an’ ya didn’t tell yer big sis? Shame! But ya know what candidates do?” Devilishly, she smirked at her younger sister. ”They help wash dragons. C’mon, inta the water! Emath, ye little bastard, come back here where I can reach ya.” Pausing to rip off her jacket and boots, tossing them aside where they wouldn’t get wet, Ruane grabbed her tiny sibling around the middle and dragged her straight into the lake. If she was going to come barging into the Weyr with all kinds of secrets and news to tell, she was going to soak for it!

Laughing, she watched as Emath came flouncing back, leaping up and sending a huge wave crashing over both of them. I have an itch. He eyed Everane, lowering his head slightly to watch her with a soft snort. She is your clutchsister, yes, Ruane? Uneasily, his stunted wings fluttered, and he pawed at the water, eyes flickering yellow. Is she going to laugh at my wings like everyone else?

Pausing in the midst of her laughter, the burgundyweyrling glanced to her dragonet, letting go of Everane with an affected grin. No, my love. She’d never laugh at you. Ever’s a good kid.

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"I would love to see him run. He looks like he'd be real fast!" Ever stated, placing a hand on her hip. "I bet it feels great to fly." She sounded wistful, envious even. She would never be jealous of Ruane's dragon, not ever. Emath was meant for her. One day she would have a dragon that was meant for her too, if the fates would have it. She was sure Ruane would be just as happy for her when that day came; especially if her dragon was anything like Emath. Was it possible that she and her sister were destined to ride burgundies? She didn't know a lot about them, but they seemed great. It might be nice to have something her own though... like Kirby.

A mischievous smirk colored Ever's face at Ruane's remark. "Well I was about to, ya know." Oh, she could be cheeky. The girl squinted her eyes, brow quirking ever so slightly as she regarded the weyrling. Just what was Ruane up to now? Wait... what? She didn't have swim clothes! She watched as Ruane tugged off her jacket and boots, leaving Ever to gape at her. "But I don't have any-," and then Ruane was grabbing her. Ever, being Ever, shrieked like the little girl she was. She was kicking and laughing, and not trying all that hard to get out of her sisters grip. Into the water the pair of them went, which had her soaked from end to middle. "Well great," she breathed out in-between bouts of laughter. "Thanks," she snorted, turning to face her sister, raising both of her arms as water droplets rained down from her skin.

Then Emath came back around and caused a wave of water to rise over both of them, crashing over the pair. Ever fell over, flapping around in the water as she regained her footing. Her mess of hair was now clinging to her face. She pushed back the strands of hair, trying to save her eyesight. She coughed a couple of times, wiping her mouth as a bit of water dribbled out. Well, she'd be impressing no boys looking like a drowned rat! She side-eyed Emath before glaring playfully at Ruane. "You made him do that on purpose," she accused, her tone still teasing.

Ruane still had a grip on her, but soon let go as her dragonet settled. Emath lowered his head to get a whiff of her, or something, and then slowly unfurled his wings. He seemed uneasy, or at least that's what she felt. Had she upset him? What was wrong with his wings? What hadn't Ruane told her? Ever, looking puzzled-for her brows furrowed-glanced between Ruane and Emath, and then back again. Ruane surely answered him, for she was looking right at the burgundy. Ever, unable to keep herself from trying to comfort others, soon spoke up.

Everyone else is stupid, clearly. I'd never laugh at you Emath, it's okay. It felt odd, to touch his mind, but she was careful in doing so. She tried her best not to exert any of her feelings, or even thoughts, as she relayed her message to him.

She was supposed to be keeping quiet...

Oops.

The small blond kept her gaze on the burgundy, afraid as to whether or not Emath would go and tell His about her little slip-up. She couldn't ask him to keep her secret; it wouldn't be right.

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”Oh, he is,” Ruane assured her sibling cheerily. Oh, Emath could run – better than any dragon she’d ever seen. Yet running was for whers, not dragons, and so when Everane remarked that it must feel great to fly, Ruane became curiously still, a strange expression passing over her face. Rather than reply, she pretended not to have heard, instead focusing on her disappearing dragonet. Unintentional though it surely was, the younger girl’s reply blackened the weyrling’s mood considerably. Yes, it must feel great to fly.

But she wouldn’t know for sure for quite some time.

”Sure, sure.” Grinning, the burgundyweyrling rolled her eyes in mock sarcasm. Of course Ever would tell her. It would be hard to hide in a Weyr where the barracks were scant dragonlengths apart. Chortling wickedly, Ruane tossed her things aside and then dragged her sister into the lake. Swim clothes or no, Everane was getting wet, and that was all. Awful as it was, the action of making the girl join her in the water set the weyrling to laughing, and her smirk was real as Everane gasped out a ‘well great.’ ”Yer welcome,” she responded sweetly, making her tone as sugary as she possibly could. See if Ever didn’t tell her important news in the future!

Drenched just as thoroughly as her sister, the weyrling glanced narrowly at Emath, who seemed more than pleased with himself – at least for a moment. ”Did not,” she replied automatically – the age-old argument of siblings everywhere. Before she’d left, Everane had really been too young to squabble with properly. Now Ruane seemed to relish the opportunity to use the good old argument.

At least, she did until Emath demonstrated his anxiety about Everane helping to wash him. Sometimes he used his wings unconsciously, as he did now, and a sick jolt stabbed Ruane in the stomach as he did so. Everane didn’t know dragons – maybe she wouldn’t realize how small his wings were, how badly proportioned to the rest of his body. Maybe she wouldn’t say anything. Maybe Ruane wouldn’t have to tell her that they had never breathed air higher than Emath could reach on foot.

Everane was looking between them, seeming puzzled by something. Chalking it up to the idea that her sister just wondered what was going on, Ruane was startled to see Emath snap his wings shut and pull his head back abruptly, narrowing his eyes at the girl. For a moment he was still, eyeing her warily, and then he snorted and subsided into the water, folding his legs and nosing through the sand at the edge of the lake.

I was not talking to you, he told the girl bluntly, his gaze traveling to her from ground level, just behind Ruane’s line of sight. Everyone else is stupid, of course. Why can you hear me? Just barely, his mindvoice held the touch of a growl. Does my Ruane know you can do this? Probably not, he suspected, since she hadn’t said anything, and hadn’t cautioned him against talking about anything. Obviously she wanted to hide their difficulties from her sister… but that was hard now, wasn’t it?

Ruane was not stupid. She was cold and callous, sarcastic and pushy, but she was not stupid. Hazel eyes narrowed as she looked between Emath and Everane. Both were looking at the other, and then Emath lay down and Ruane shifted her attention solely to Everane. She was still watching the burgundy.

Ruane’s stare intensified. ”Everane,” she murmured, and her tone held a casual warning. ”Are ye talkin’ ta my dragon?”

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Despite Ruane declaring that she "did not," Ever didn't quite believe her. "Sure you didn't," she replied, drawling on her "sure." The small blond stuck her tongue out at the dark haired girl, feeling it was well within her right to be sassy. She was effectively soaked, from head to toe now, and it was winter. If she didn't freeze to death, she'd have to get Ruane back for this. The smaller of the two girls wrapped her arms about herself, teeth chattering for a moment. Shards... what a horrible idea this had been. Trying to stop shaking, Everane's focus turned to Emath as his anxiety built.

She had been careful when reaching out to him, but it didn't seem to make a difference when his response came. He pulled back, looking even more upset than he had before. He was right, she hadn't been talking to him. Even so... she thought she could help. Suddenly she was having to explain herself. She tried not to let her disappointment show on her face, but she wasn't very good at concealing it--not right now at least. I didn't mean to offend you, I apologize. It's a gift, one that I should use... less. If I could, I would. She was pretty sure she couldn't talk her way out of this one. Emath seemed, to her, offended by the idea of keeping her gift secret. She supposed asking a dragonet to keep secrets from their rider was... wrong, and not just because it was Ruane. No... no she doesn't.

She was silent the entire time she spoke to the burgundy, as if having a real conversation. They were, in all actuality. Then Ruane's gaze hardened, and Ever could practically feel it. The small blond shrunk down, arms wrapping more tightly about herself (if possible). She didn't even try to play it off. The warning was dully noted, and so the candidate was fighting not to feel as if she'd done something wrong. What was the point of being able to hear dragons if she couldn't help out a little bit? She really hadn't thought it would upset him. She had just meant to help. "Sorry..." she murmured. She looked down at the water, wondering if she'd drown in the cold if she just disappeared for a little while. It was a nice thought--not the drowning part, but the disappearing part. Ruane was the last person on Pern she wanted to upset.

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Dragging her sibling into the lake hadn’t been the greatest idea she’d ever had. Everane was not the only one who was cold, despite Ruane leaping into the icy water with such abandon in the first place. She smirked as her sister tried to argue with her again, and childishly stuck her own tongue out in response to Everane doing the same. Ha.

Everane probably would have done better with another dragon, but Emath was notoriously touchy even among his siblings. Most of the time he responded with either distrust or irritation, and oftentimes used both. Standing aside as she was, the burgundyweyrling caught the disappointment on her sister’s face, and that was about when she figured out what was going on. Emath, for his part, watched the blonde with dislike. Humans weren’t supposed to be able to hear dragons without the dragon addressing them first. After a moment, he snorted. Ruane tells me that it’s rude to eavesdrop, he pointed out, and then added thoughtfully, but that doesn’t stop her from doing it sometimes.

Truth be told, there were an awful lot of things Ruane wasn’t supposed to do that she did anyway. Rules didn’t seem to give her much cause for hesitation, although she usually followed the main ones. Anything that would endanger Emath, she didn’t do – but everything else seemed to be fair game, up to and including stringing up children and breaking stuff that wasn’t hers.

Familiar with the look of someone speaking to a dragon (since she often used it herself), the weyrling waited impatiently for Everane to finish talking to Emath and look back to her before she spoke. Everane apologized, and Ruane eyed her, hunching up her shoulders against the cold. Yeah, jumping in the lake had been a stupid idea. ”Let’s go ta the bathin’ caverns instead,” she suggested after a moment, turning toward the requisite entrance off the Bowl. ”Emath can still fit an’ it’s warm in there.”

What should she make of this, she wondered? Everane hadn’t told her she could hear dragons. Ruane, for all that she gave the impression of being angry, wasn’t sure how to feel. What could she hear? Everything? Ruane’s thoughts, when she directed them at Emath? Picking up her boots and jacket, the weyrling started walking, not noticing when the scrap of hide fell out of the loose jacket pocket and fluttered to the ground. Accustomed to keeping her own counsel, and saying only what she wished others to know, Ruane didn’t like that Everane had been able to hear Emath, just like that.

What is it that worries you? Emath inquired of His, trotting ahead of the pair but looking back to check on their progress. Beyond that one-off remark, the burgundy didn’t seem to put much thought into the implications of Everane’s ability. It was as if he believed that because he had been annoyed once, she would stop doing it.

Ruane glanced back at Everane, if the girl wasn’t already caught up, and would wave her up to her level if that was the case. I don’t know, she answered, but that was a lie and they both knew it. Emath glared back at her, eyes flickering orange and red. Maybe you should keep fewer secrets if you’re so worried about it.

Now Ruane ignored him too, passing off his criticism with a toss of the head and glancing to Everane. Whatever, Emath.

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Everane merely nodded at Emath's words, hanging her head. She had made a mistake, one that she was not eager to repeat. Not every dragon would be Emath, which was the main reason she had been concerned about reaching out to him. He was Ruane's, which sort of made him feel... off-limits. Not that any dragon who wasn't hers was free for her to talk to, but Emath all the more so. She wouldn't bother him again. It was clear that there was something more going on, beyond what mere words could fix. Thing was, was it because of the burgundy, or because of her sister? Had the impression not been mutual? She couldn't think of a reason why Ruane wouldn't want her dragon and besides, it wasn't nice to think such things. Everane preferred to assume the best case scenario in just about every situation. She was eerily optimistic, which made her far different from the weyrling-girl.

Ruane suggested they go to the bathing caverns after an uncomfortable moment of silence. Everane nodded again, saying nothing in return. So she was right, Ruane didn't appreciate her ability. She had kept it hidden all these turns in fear that the older girl might not understand. Her fears were confirmed as Ruane stepped on out of the water and made for the caverns. Everane stared after her and Emath, trying to shake the desire to just... flutter away. It was only when she saw a scrap of hide fall out of Ruane's pocket that she made to move. The water sloshed about her pants, making her feel even heavier. Hopefully the bathing caverns were as warm as they said. She could use warm right now.

Reaching down, Ever seized the scrap of hide, reaching out to her sisters retreating form. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She could always give it back to her later, when she wasn't so upset. So, she pocketed it, hoping that her waterlogged pants didn't damage it.

The small blond continued to stare after Ruane, as if rooted in place. She couldn't bring herself to pursue the older girl, not when she was this upset. She had obviously crossed a line, or something, because she couldn't recall ever seeing Ruane this mad because of her. So, rather than follow, the girl slipped away. She was fast-always had been-and so she dashed through the bowl. The first cavern-opening was the one she slipped into, not caring much where it led.

Once behind the cavern wall, the dragon candidate pulled the scrap of hide out of her pocket and began to read... Never had she felt so many emotions before. It seemed as if there was a spectrum that flooded through her without abandon. She could feel that she was crying, and so she quickly wiped her face off on her damp sleeves. It didn't help. She needed to slip into some warm clothes and dry her hair. Back to the barracks, that's where she'd go. Maybe what she really needed was to snuggle in bed and sleep-sounded really good right about now...

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