Homecoming: Meanwhile (P'nset, Rosie, open)

[Omnia Munda]

A hearty gasp broke from the freckled barkeep's lips as Sarjenth emerged from between and, on orders the girl could not have known, banked away from the rest of the group. "Where," she choked, and delayed further questioning in favor of sucking in precious air. She clung with desperate fingers to the rider before her, her cheek turned to his back, staring with wide, watery eyes at the sudden unfamiliarity that had opened up below.

"Who," she said next, and her fingers tightened painfully upon the brownrider's arms.

[neopanther]

He didn’t say anything as Sarjenth came to land. Sarjenth landed rather gently – must have been aware of their passenger. The pain made P’nset aware, she held his arms tightly, but he wouldn’t say anything. He had been raised like that – not to show pain, or fear, it was perhaps an old fashioned Caminar trait, but so it was. He returned his mind to Rosie, and their over soft landing – for Sarjenth least ways...
how considerate
I try[/color] Came the brown’s voice as he lay belly to the floor. P’nset found Rosie clinging to his back. Shards, he hadn’t even given a thought to her. Or her possible dislike, or unknowing for riding. “Ah, sorry about that, I didn’t think about that.” He said – so totally oblivious to how to react. “Welcome to Telgar Weyr.” He said with a brief smile. “My Telgar. I believe that answers the ’where’ – as to the ‘who’, that was J’fel, and Jordeth, they are our leading men. A long shot from M’tani.
“But you must have known...”He felt guilty of a sudden. She had known hadn’t she? Where they were going... surely.

[Omnia Munda]

"Telgar Weyr?!" The incredulousness was tangible, loud in P'nset's ear and fierce in the grip of the woman's fingers on his arms. Thankfully, that grip broke a moment later as Rosie scrambled backward along Sarjenth's spine, her eyes wide and legs flailing for purchase against smooth dragonhide. "J'fel? Jordeth?" She bent up her knees and swung a leg over so they were both on one side of the dragon's back, smoothing her skirts with a suddenly anxious air. "Who are you?"

[neopanther]

P’nset turned, brow furrowed as she looked at her, the girl who had clung to him, was snow estranged, and alienated completely from him. “What the...” He said quietly under his breath. “Rosie – it’s P’nset, rider of brown Sarjenth that you’re sitting on.” Having been released, P’nset slipped from Sarjenth, offering his hand up to Rosie, knowing she was not likely to take it any longer. He was a stranger to her again, nothing of what had happened seemed to be in her mind. He felt sad about that, but perhaps this was the effect of what G’tet had done, and consequently the effect of bringing her forwards in time.
“Rosie?” He said her name softly, curiosity riddling him as he looked up at her, hoping that something about this might trigger her memory. Bring it back to her. Though his hope was fleeting.
I think she should have perhaps stayed back where she belongs, is there any way to take her back?
not of which i know, not without further damage to her, maybe its only riders who can make the jump...
Maybe because you have two minds to keep the clarity,
Perhaps,[/i] he could not help but feel sad, she was a promising girl, it was a shame to see her like this.

[Eideen]

To make matters worse, yet another voice raised in greeting to the brown and his rider. The dragon, first, received the mental knock followed by warm thoughts and exuberance beyond reigning.

Welcome home! Welcome! It is good that you are in these skies again!

The mind was that of a pale and minty-hued green whose head was raised and throat opened in a bugle that mimicked the glee her thoughts conveyed. Atop the straps, cap clutched in hand, her rider passed over where they'd landed and called out below, her voice clear and strained as her dragon whipped upside down in show.

"It's about Shardin' time you showed up!" Called the woman, her dark hair flailing behind her while her dragon pulled happy spirals in the air.

[Omnia Munda]

"Yes, of course you're his rider. I just - "

Rosie blinked, hard, and then stared at the brownrider whose beast she was still feeling anxious to be off of. But if she was off the beast she'd have no way home, she'd have to get some other rider to take her, and she didn't know the Weyr never mind any of its -

She drew a deep breath, struggling for self-control. "I just don't quite remember how we got here," she said, and forced onto her mouth the winning smile that earned her tips back home at the bar.

The sound of another female voice witched out of Rosie a quick turn of her head. Relief flooded her: a woman, and a friendly one - but a rider, too, and as soon as she realized it the relief started to drain away as nerves wound up in the barmaid's neck. She made a fast decision. "Quick," she asided to P'nset, almost a whisper. "Who should I be, and from where?" Her thin fingers reached again for the brownrider's arm, while her gaze stuck wide-eyed and fake-smiling upon Eideen.

[neopanther]

P’nset heard her before he seen her, the pale green dragon. The green greeted Sarjenth,
Welcome home! Welcome! It is good that you are in these skies again!
Aye, it is good to be home. Came a very non-committal, slightly confused brown in return. Sarjenth turned his attentions more privately to his bonded
Do we know this one? She is not Farasinth, N’len’s green.
No, apparently not

Then a further surprise came. The one who dismounted from her was FEMALE. Female. Female green riders!? It was enough to make even P’nset’s rich skin tone go pale. He swallowed to wet a drying throat, to attempt to answer Rosie.

“You are Rosie, you are you, and you are from Igen Sea Hold.” P’nset said with little more than a whisper as he turned his attentions to greeting an old friend he did not know off. “Ah, yes... ehm. Sorry?” He apologised for not being earlier, and for not knowing what on Pern was going on here. “I’m sorry, but... who are you?” He asked, brows knitting together slightly as he examined her, then her green, and then her again.

Sarjenth sat silently, also muddling through the confusion.

[Eideen]

The frosted green spun a few more wheels on the air before lighting nimbly on the ground near the brown. Her neck stretched out and a croon more like a banshee's shriek sounded her excitement. From the straps, her rider slid and stalked toward the man and woman, tucking her cap into her belt.

When she reached a distance suitable to talking, P'nset's question turned her jaunty expression into one of slightly-amused annoyance. "Haww, very funny. I get it, I get it. You don' want your lady friend here knowing you associate with one of /those/ women. I see how it is, P'nset." A flippant air, but her grin returned and she pinned wild green eyes on the woman's face. Hands found hips and elbows jutted out to the side as she prowled closer, fixing Rosie with an intensely scrutinizing - but not unkind - stare. "Well, what's your name then, woman? And how is it you've come to allow yourself to be in this ones comp'ny, eh?"

Bounding forward, the green drew closer to Sarjenth and even stuck her nose closer to the brown giving him a long sniff and a tilt of her knobbed head.

The green's warmth waned slightly and a puzzled, slightly insulted tone came along with her next thoughts to the brown. What have I done that you do not greet me with joy?

[neopanther]

Sarjenth rumbled, Daikalveth, you must not know me well for I greet none with that word. He rumbled his laughter. A soft croon almost followed, but it faded away quickly. He nudged at the smaller green’s nose. Then his bonded intercepted the conversation,
Daikalveth?
Yes. Sarjenth replied, before he let his tone fade.
How did you know her name?
It is like a distant memory. Yet, it is not my own mind’s I know not of her. P’nset puzzled over his bonded’s words. Then he puzzled over the rider before him, her words. Brows knitting further. Curious as to how she knew him, even by name.
“I’m sorry but you will have to forgive me, I do not know of you. My brown, Sarjenth,” He said as thought introducing them for the first time, “tells me yours’ is called Daikalveth,” He said ,trying to draw their conversation away from the conversation of his not remembering. He turned to rosie at his side, and dso she didn’t have to pipe up to much, “This is Rosie. And what do you mean by those women?” He inquired, mildly confused towards the apparently green riding female.

[Omnia Munda]

Rosie gave P'nset a look of severe doubt, lost on the brownrider so busy trying to reconcile the sight of the greenrider (woman) before him and the reality he'd left behind. Rosie, deprived of understanding of any of these things, saw only a man and a woman - a dragonwoman, to be sure, but this seemed to be less striking to the barmaid than to the rider who'd brought her - playing at reunion.

"Ma'am, I'm sure I barely know P'nset," offered Rosie, shifting down the brown's spine, building space between her hips and her prim legs and the dragon's rider - even as, from the side of her mouth, she spat a whisper: "How do I get down?" Louder again, in that voice of overblown respect so widely used for dragonriders, she added for Eideen's sake, "I'm from Igen Sea." Another flash of a glance at P'nset. "I got lost."

The barmaid from Igen Sea was just starting to try to fit her feet into the straps and find her own way down the brown dragon's side to the safe ground below when Jordeth's subtly bemused spirit made contact with Sarjenth. Mine is ready to see you and the girl, the bronze remarked, and after a thoughtfully silent regard for Daikalveth, withdrew.

[Eideen]

The nudge placated the green, even if the brown's thoughts did little for her overall sense of confusion. Perhaps a little indignance laced through her parting thoughts to him, but if so, they were subtle.

So you now say. The green teased, then turned her head to share a thought with her rider.

The woman's face wasn't gaining in good humor, and even the smug smirk had dwindled as she continued to look between woman and brownrider. The latter, of course, gained her attention once more and his words put a deep 'V' in her forehead. It lifted quickly, but its brief presence did not bode well.

"Look, if you're playing a game with me it's a bad one, and you're gonna want to stop. You may be above me in rank, but we /are/ in the same wing. I'd think that should be more than enough incentive to at least remember who I am. And I do know where you sleep."

A faint narrowing of eyes on the man's face before she turned her attention to Rosie, and the good humor that lit her features returned. "Welcome, then, Rosie of Igen. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. I'm Eideen, Frost Wing, same as captain forgetful here."

[neopanther]

P’nset let any hint of mirth fade from his face as he looked upon her. “You... ride in my wing?” P’nset’s break showed the fact that he didn’t have a clue as to this. At all. “Ah, of course,” He smirked, “I was just playing with you, of course, being a long time away has addled my memory eh –“ He broke off again. Shards this must have been some dratted side-effect of the time meddling. But he could not explain this to her, for the weyr was not aware of what had happened, and even if he told her that he had brought Rosie from that time, she could not corroborate his tale! He would be whirring off like a mad man.

Sarjenth you don’t happen to have a vague memory of her bonded’s name do you?
Eileen? Similar, not quite. Eideen! the brown announced triumphantly.
Thanks.
“Eideen.” He gave a smirk, as though he was messing, but in his head he was slowly kicking himself. What else would this new weyr hold for him? He rode with a new green rider. Rode with a new female green rider. What had G’tet done?
“Ahhh, so you do Eideen, remind me not to forget that fact.” He let a smile tug at his lips – it was the best he could offer, then hiss saviour arrived.
Jordeth says we are to go now.
“Ah, not meaning to be rude Eideen, but Rosie and I have an appointment with the Weyrleader that – I’m sure you understand – we must keep. “

Good evening to you Daikalveth, I hope to see you and yours bright and early tomorrow for our meeting as usual. The brown now just had to hope that they still had the wing meeting on the same day of the seven day – else wise that could be rather embarrassing. P’nset turned to Rosie as he slid back into his own position aboard Sarjenth. His words soft as hers had been.

“you’re not going anywhere – we are going to J’fel it seems our time is up. I’m looking forward to his explanation of this...”

[Omnia Munda]

Rosie froze, toes of one soft-shoed foot tangled in the straps, and turned wide eyes on P'nset. "J'fel?" Beat. "The Weyrleader?"

Her gaze descended to the brownrider's shoulder in the recognizable worldwide gesture of checking a knot. What she saw seemed to offer her no reassurance, and setting her mouth in a thin grim line she swung one leg back over Sarjenth's spine, straddling him with her hands on her skirts between her knees to keep them pinned. "I take it we're flying," she remarked, a little sardonic, then flashed a helpless, maybe even a help-me, look at Eideen.

She could not, for a moment, help herself from envying the greenrider's freedom.

[Eideen]

Eideen stared blankly at P'nset for several moments, the speed at which the stare was becoming unpleasant - and daresay vengeful - was alarming. Luckily, the change in his tone and confirmation of the 'kidding around' put her back in a jovial place.

"Your memory has /been/ bad, don't use a trip as an excuse." She teased, and nudged the brownrider's shoulder with the flat of her palm. "Remind you, should I? Arright. Have Sarjenth call on Daikalveth and I when you're done with your important meeting." The smirk that rode along the greenrider's lips was instant, her posture, less volatile.

A look shot its way up to Rosie, full of smiling pity. The shrug of her shoulders wordlessly said, 'There's nothing I can do'. "Good luck, Rosie of Igen." She said, before turning from them and heading back toward her green.

[neopanther]

His brow quirked as she used such a familiar tone with him, but to her request – he could not deny.
“That, I shall Eideen.” He nodded a general farewell before he turned to Rosie,
“Of course we’re flying, unless you intend to search the Weyrleader’s weyr out upon foot?” He suggested; a strange tone to his voice. He felt as though he were slipping into another, another who was not himself.

Spreading his wings, membranes tightening, he beat down carefully, building an air cushion beneath him, building upon that with further downward strokes. Air gained, the brown changed his course, and angled himself, and his pair of passengers towards the Weyrleader’s weyr, Jordeth and J’fel.