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Maybe if she had not been sleeping so peacefully she would not have seemed so anything but peaceful when she woke up. But the slow to awaken Genet got no choice this morning about the speed with which she sat up in her cot and peered around with confused hazel eyes. The first thing she saw was a head and it didn’t belong to- But the thought ended and anyone else awake now who looked her way would have seen her throwing the covers off to wrap her arms around the neck of the dark green dragon at her side.

Anquilith? It’s ok. It’s ok! I’m here! Oh, my. I’m here? But the question was knocked away as she had to calm the green beside her and that was more important than sorting out her own brain. You’re here, Genet and you’re mine. Do you remember? I remember. And she did remember, but it was a jumbled mess in her brain and maybe if she hadn’t woken up to it she might not have been so confused.

What Genet remembered of last night was not coming back to the barracks, but finding her own cot after her and Silvio had...Silvio! Would he remember her? Had it happened at all? If she were not busy holding tightly onto the green by her side she would have rubbed her head in confusion. “Anquilith, you make my head hurt,” she mumbled to the green before giving her a light shove so Genet might get her feet on the ground. Once standing she looked around the barracks and then focused on studying the green.

She knew what she looked like, but at the same time it felt like she was seeing her for the first time. Ugh. Her brain really hurt, but as she ran her hands over wings and haunch and finally got back to Anquilith’s head to rub the spot just over her left eye that she liked she stopped trying to make sense of it. We make sense, Genet. Of course we do she replied with a sudden excited laugh. It didn’t matter what had happened. It mattered that she had Anquilith now. As the rest of the weyrlings woke up around her she wondered if maybe it made more sense to them though.

[Alsivor]

(OOC Note: Silvio doesn't remember what Genet does. He does suffer from intense moments of deja vu though and a sense of 'meant to be' that is pushing him to be more overt than he was in the other timeline. Other Weyrlings may have noticed him hanging out on the edges of things in the Bowl over the last couple of months.)

Across the Bowl, inside Aleda's wagon, Silvio awoke with a start and reached out towards tumbled blankets, shaking off the dregs of a rather intense dream. Genet. Had she just been here, her body cleaving to his like he'd imagined so many times before? No, that was impossible, she was a Weyrling and that sort of thing was forbidden to her, to them. There was only that kiss, that one sweet kiss stolen in the woods during a walk while Anquilith slumbered. Silvio breathed in deep and still couldn't shake the the ghostly scent of Genet's hair clinging to Aleda's pillows. It had just been a dream, a really beautiful dream.

He wondered if Anquilith would be up for letting them walk together today, whether there'd be a chance to see her. Guilt stabbed at the back of his mind about Avera. He was technically, no longer single, no longer available. So why was he still trying to see so much of Genet? Why had he kissed her? Why did he hold her hand like he never wanted to let go when they walked? He pushed the thoughts aside like a cloud of gnats buzzing around his head and pushed out of bed, got dressed and slipped out of the wagon. Maybe if he was quick enough he could squeak in a good morning as the Weyrlings did morning exercises, or catch her at breakfast before he had to report to his uncle for chores.

[dragon]

T'rad wasn't one for waking up early. He'd sleep for as long as he could before he absolutely had to get up. Such an enjoyable sleeping habit and sometimes those few minues could make all the difference. Or sometimes it could cause a pain for him if he really needed to get ready for something and found himself lacking in time to get ready. However, today was different. There wasn't much use fighting it. T'rad was wide awake and it didn't help that Paleoth was in that mode of awake, yet still resting. He was still curled up, his eyes were even closed. But his mind was a whirlwind. However, that turbulant weather directed itself at his bonded once he woke up.

Good morning, mine. You're up early His blue's voice had such impact that a sleepy T'rad could easily be jolted if he didn't expect it and he didn't. T'rad shifted himself in his bed and was now sitting on his bed as he rubbed his eyes sleepily. Then he let out a great yawn as he stretched. His covering that he was previously nestled under fell away slightly as he shifted and stretched. T'rad wore rather comfortable clothes when sleeping. Really it was just an old, loose pair of trousers. Paleoth was quick to answer his only audible noise. Must you be so noisey when you wake up? Paleoth wasn't grumbling or complaining, but joking at him. He was a rather cheery dragon this morning. T'rad smiled sleepily and rubbed his eye again. "Sorry buddy. You know how I am", he whispered quietly and scratched the dragon's head.

But as T'rad shifted his weight back to his bed, something was off. He looked around and noticed a motion in the corner of his eye. T'rad looked over and froze a bit. A...girl? Was that green...didn't it belong to another weyrling? T'rad was thrown off now. This just wasn't right. Surely that was one of the greens Paleoth was talking to that day that they got in trouble and had to do laundry, and he was sure he was listening in on the conversation that dragon's rider was in. This was very confusing indeed. He couldn't be quite sure, it was still morning and it could have been another green. But he was sure there wasn't a such thing as a girl on green. Was there? Maybe he was still dreaming.

T'rad pinched himself and made an audible "Ow". Yeah, too hard, but he was sure he was awake. Now he was REALLY confused. He shook his head furiously trying to wrap his mind around it. Until he realized...it was a girl. Shy T'rad was back and he curled back under the covers, covering his bare chest in the process. He shifted around to find the shirt he'd cast off before falling asleep. Just where was it. He was sure he left it around the foot of the bed somewhere. Aha! There it was. T'rad quickly put it on, the whole time being under the covers. He must have looked rather silly, goofy infact. T'rad shifted back to his sitting/leaning position at the head of the bed and glanced over curiously once again, she was standing. T'rad looked away, but he was just making this too obvious. Poor T'rad, so confused he was. Paleoth, at the same time, was rather confused as well. The influence from T'rad was making itself obvious as the blue cracked open his eyes as they swirled with curiousity.

[blueaid]

The room spun.

Or was it her head?

It was probably her head.

Anayeli laid on her cot-- her cot? This wasn't her cot. She felt beneath her fingers, felt sheets that weren't hers, felt a warmth that wasn't hers, that had nothing to do with her. You.

She sat up in a rush, her hands pushing at the young green at her side, trying to develop a physical distance where a mental one simply wasn't available. Simultaneously, Ptolemeth raised her head, and they sat there, suspended in a moment that existed only for the two of them, staring, dazed. What do you suppose it means, Anayeli? the green asked.

Foolish, useless sounds dropped from the weyrling's mouth. Weyrling? “Wha-- I-- how-- wh--” Her voice fell into a confused murmur and she stared into the confidently whirling eyes of the freckled green dragonet. A nudge, reassuring, comfortable, bonded.

“Did something...” Still, she couldn't quite formulate the words it would take to actually voice her confusion. Nor could she tear her eyes from the green's, do more than mirror the curiously tilted head. She had, as yet, no idea that Genet was in a similar state of confusion.

You need to use words, Ana, with a twinge of placid amusement. Confused or no, chaotic or otherwise, Ptolemeth found a thread of entertainment in her weyrling's bemusement. Her weyrling. Hers. Strange...

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In the back of her mind she knew there was stuff to do. Work, chores, activities that she had supposedly been doing for the last few months. But Genet couldn’t think of anything like that right now. Not the waking weyrlings or what had happened to make things change. No, what she needed to do was stand right here with Anquilith and just be with her green. Her green! She didn’t care what had happened or who had changed things. She had Anquilith. Beautiful, wonderful, amazing Anquilith. There was a tiny voice in her brain asking about what had happened to the boy who must have had her before.

That tiny voice was told to shut up. She felt sorry for this unknown man who might have just lost what she gained, but she couldn’t feel that sorry. Not when her brain had all these wonderful thoughts that were not just hers, but Anquilith’s too. Wonderful, marvelous, better than any stupid gold Anquilith. There was someone else on her mind too though and she looked towards the exit. Would Silvio be up? Would he remember- What? What had happened. She felt weird, different. What had happened and what hadn’t? She remembered two relationships.

The first was full of passion and the second, the one that seemed to ‘fit’ was full of just the promise of that same passion. She felt robbed, but Anquilith was there to sooth that feeling away. She looked around and pulled herself together. Genet couldn’t take her hand off Anquilith, but a little mental nudge from the green had her looking over at where T’rad was. “Good morning!” she sang out merrily all sunshine now that things were surely right with the world.

[Alsivor]

They weren't out and about yet and the sun was just tripping up above the Rim. Silvio found a frost-bitten rock to perch on and settled the thermos of hot, spiced tea atop his knee, the packet of equally spicy trader pocket pastries stuffed with tubers and other good things on the other. His breath steamed in the cold autumn air and his eyes lifted beyond the Bowl to the snow packed high on the heights.

Soon. Soon the Caminar would be leaving. He pushed the thought out of his mind and waited patiently for the Weyrlings to emerge into the chilly light of the morning.

[dragon]

T'rad turned to see there was yet another girl in this room. What the heck was going on here?! Did this one have a green as well? T'rad now had his head spinning. For someone so observant and so curious about the world around him, how could he miss this?! T'rad was really confused. He couldn't even get a good grip on the situation. Suddenly there were girls stirring around him.

When he heard a goodmorning, he could only look around to wonder if it was him that was being referred to. He only stared at Genet, moth gaping as he was really trying to come to terms with what was going on. Paradox was not a good thing to have in the morning when one just woke up! T'rad shook his head, trying to erase the look on his face and hanging jaw. Once he composed himself, he would respond with a sheepish smile. "Good...morning", he said a bit awkwardly with a wave, laughing oh so nervously. T'rad wasn't freaking out. Atleast, he didn't think he was. He was just...confused, and this really was an awkard time. Poor, girl shy T'rad.

Paleoth could only sigh. Couldn't his rider pull off those smooth moves like Xyr's bonded could. He was so hopeless. Paleoth closed his eyes yet again.

[blueaid]

Genet may already have found her singing, good-morning stride, but Anayeli remained dazed. Pretty-dazed, mind, sitting there in her pretty night dress with her hair still mussed from sleep, with her dragonet peering intently at her, with her mouth dropped open wordlessly. Calmly, puzzled but confident, little Ptolemeth sent out a pebbly thought toward Paleoth, toward Anquility, Easily confused, aren't they? Poor things![/color] She had the quality of her rider's bemusement blended with a quick pick-up of Genet's exuberance, all confused levity while she looked between the two girls-- reacting so differently to the same situation.

"Stop it," was Anayeli's sudden, dismayed remark, her fingers to her temples, her eyes pushed shut hard. If she could get a moment... to think straight... surely it could all be puzzled out. She wasn't stupid, and-- maybe not the brightest glow in the basket, but how could she possibly have missed this!

It wasn't going to be much use when Z'dayi half-started awake across the room, sat up scrubbing his face vigorously. He was a precise contrast to the pretty new greenrider, all bleary and splotchy and groggy when he sat up, yawning voraciously, peering at the two girls in the barracks. "Yeah, goin' back to sleep," he pronounced and flopped right back, pulling his pillow violently over his face.

What a strange morning, Tremaith formulates, his spiderwebs-and-dusty head raising to peer at the familiar-yet-bizarre greens.[/color]

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It was amazing, it was wonderful, it was more than she could handle and Genet danced around Anquilith in her night dress. Her hair had come out of its customary braids in the night and was shaggy here and there, but none of that mattered. Nothing else mattered. Anquilith did not stop her rider from her dance or try to interfere in this exuberance. It was good. When Ptolemeth spoke the darker green turned her head to regard her clutchsib. Yours is troubled? I am sorry. Mine is not. Her voice, coming from such a long distance away, shot through that void carried by all the pride she could muster. Shall we help yours? Because regardless of the fact that Anquilith knew just yesterday she had gone to bed with another lifemate today she accepted this one.

In the meantime Genet was slowing coming to a stop and looking around once more. T’rad, hiding in his cot was laughed at. Or laughed with. Or laughed towards because she meant no ill will and there was nothing but delight in that sound that carried too loudly across the barracks. “It’s ok. I’ve seen a man with no shirt on before,” she told him with a quieter giggle. And her brain reminded her of just who she’d seen with no shirt on and she shivered at the thought. Would he remember her? Had they even? She had to see Silvio soon. We will see him, Genet. Anquilith promised before nudging her rider towards Anayeli. Help Ptolemeth’s. She is confused.

“Anayeli!” Genet hollered heedless of those still sleeping. She raced to the other girl with the sleek, dark green coming along behind her. “Oh my! You’re here too! Isn’t it wonderful! Isn’t it the most amazing thing in the whole world! She’s so pretty. Not as pretty as Anquilith. No offense or anything, but she’s just not.” The hazel-eyed girl beamed at the sleepier looking girl. “This is so great. When G’tet finds out. Oh!” Anquilith! When Kalpeth returns you have to let me know. Ok? This is so great! Kalpeth? Your brother’s dragon? How she knew this she did not know, but Anquilith knew her rider was heartsick with worry over her brother and she sought out knowledge of this Kalpeth then to know how to find her.

In the meantime Genet hopped and danced in place uncaring that she might look like a fool. Z’dayi’s ignoring of the situation was hardly noticed. What did he know anyway? This was the best, if most confusing, day of her life! Of our life, Genet. Yes!

[Alsivor]

Silvio watched Rukbat creep up higher over the Rim, bright rays slanting down strongly into the Bowl, casting the extreme blue of the sky into sharp relief and even sharper shadows in bars across the Bowl floor. Over by the living caverns the typical hustle and bustle started to pick up, riders coasting down from ledges, dragons parking to walk in for breakfast. Early risers, but not the earliest. Smoke rose up from campfires in the Caminar camp, adding the scents of Caminar cooking to the air. It made his stomach growl and he snuck chilly fingers into the packet of pastries to break off a piece of crust to nibble on while the knee under the thermos jounced a little.

A rider passed by Silvio and cast a suspicious eye his way. The Caminar only smiled and nodded politely. "Good morning." The rider wrinkled his nose and moved on without saying a word, though he spat on the ground as he went. Silvio sighed inwardly. Some things never changed.

[dragon]

T'rad looked over to notice the discheveled look of Z'dayi. Finally! Another male was awake. Perhaps he'd have more understanding on what was going on. No...wait. He went right back to sleep. Typical Z'dayi, T'rad would comment with frustration. Not really towards Z'dayi, but over the fact he was really at a loss on what the heck was going on. Knowing anything of Z'dayi or his personality, that offhand remark probably meant he was just as clueless as T'rad right now. T'rad gritted his teeth as he continued to look Z'dayi's way. "Just great", he whispered to Paleoth, as Z'dayi's head sunk back to the bed. He was left, consciously alone, with these girls.

You should just hear what's going through mine's head right now. Well. Maybe not. It's too full to keep up with all of it. Commented back to Ptolemeth. It was true, Paleoth couldn't keep up with everything his bonded was trying to decipher.

However, T'rad was quickly snapped out of his thoughts briefly at Genet's words and he blushed furiously while banging his head against the wall behind him. It made a very loud thude as he did so, but T'rad didn't move or flinch, just groaned in embarrassment. He sunk down just a bit, though still sitting up, and covered himself with his covers.

Girls. Why'd it have to be girls? He commented privately to Paleoth who could only give a dragonic response that would be interpreted as a chuckle. Paleoth was just as confused, but lacking T'rad's girl shyness and far too aware of it, he was far too amused right now. Poor T'radmine. The blue consoled mockingly with amusement.

[blueaid]

"Is it?" came Anayeli's still-dazed reply to Genet's bubbly reaction. Yes, she looked fondly at the pebbled Ptolemeth, even bristled with a quick twinge of pride at the notion that her dragon was less pretty than Genet's, but... She had never Impressed, she had left without a dragon, she had even had that little tiff over it when the stars fell. "How can this-- happen?"

Unused to lacking confidence, her voice sounded uncannily small and strange, even to herself. She drew her blanket up to her chin, she reached a hand tentatively toward Ptolemeth's jawridge, she looked dangerously close to bursting into confused tears. Which would hardly be a good start to the girls-in-barracks reputation!

But Ptolemeth continued to be rather calm, if puzzled, by this off turn of events. Perhaps we should try and calm her? I'm not so sure! Very strange reaction, isn't it?[/b][/color] She sounded a little like she'd caught some of Genet's early enthusiasm, bubbly and excited about this little riddle.

So it was Z'dayi, his voice smothered under his pillow, with a long groan, "Would you shut it already! Tryin' and get some sleep, ya big-mouthed harpy." To his credit, he doesn't seem to care that they're here, just that Genet is being loud.

[neopanther]

Ez’ki.
“nnggghhh.” He rolled over covering his head with the blankets.
Ez’ki... you really need to have a look here.
“sleep. That is what I need.” Barely a mumble below the covers – Xyruth heard him though.
We have visitors. Well, not juust us, but all of us, weyrlings I mean.[/i]
Good for us...
and they’re female.
“FEMALE?!” Fortunately the exclamation came out as a regular volume seen as he had his face buried in his cot. He coughed, sat up, smoothed his hair, looked about confused as his eyes blinked – still heavy with what was left of his sleep.
Xyruth snickered silently to his bonded.
EZ’ki squinted, as though doing this would open sight a little in return. He did indeed see two. Two girls in the barracks. Two greens nearby them, though he thought nothing of this..
“Do we have to get up now? Has I’dalyn rescheduled a lesson or something?” He rubbed his eyes, sitting up fully – blankets falling to his waist. He wasn’t fool enough to actually get out of bed. He’d not been well of recent – and had had quite a fever, so he had been sleeping virtually naked. The girls would leave soon enough and all would be right once more, he could get out of bed and dress himself, but for now he’d stay seated.
I am not quite sure you realise the impact of what’s going on here, you foolish being.[/i] the last part chimed through Ez’ki’s mind with electric clarity.

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The tornado of emotions in Genet would not be stilled and it did not matter if it put her off on the wrong foot. This was amazing and she didn’t know why this had happened, but it had and therefore why question it? Questions could come later when she’d had time to think. For now she did what she always did in a new situation and barreled forth like an unstoppable object. “Oh! Anayeli! It’s fine! Really. She’s very pretty and I am sure she suits you perfectly.” The tiff during the meteor shower was forgotten because, really, what did it matter? She had found a star and now she had Anquilith and what else mattered?

Gingerly she sat on the other girl’s bed and tried to pat her shoulder. “Come on,” she said more quietly. “Do you want those dumb boys thinking we’re not better than them? Save the tears for later, ok? Don’t upset Ptolemeth.” She did not know if the lighter green were upset, but she knew if someone had said that to her about Anquilith she’d have fixed whatever was wrong. Where was? Oh! She was there, still safe. Still hers. Hers! She couldn’t sit so with a final, “Come on! Stupid Z’dayi. Why should we be quiet so his stupid self can sleep?”

Genet wasn’t even sure she knew who Z’dayi was before right now, but there he was. She remembered him from lessons even though she was quite sure she’d not been at those lessons. Her brain started to hurt so she reached out for Anquilith who propped her up mentally so she could go on. You are the very best ever dragon in all of Pern, Anquilith. I love you so much. That the dark green could feel the emotions didn’t mean her rider didn’t want to say them. It will be fine, Genet. You will see. We are fine. This is where we belong and oh! The things we will do! We will see the oceans together. This she knew was important to Genet in the same way she knew everything else she’d been completely unaware of yesterday.

Once she’d offered her final words of, hopefully, support and comfort to the other girl in her predicament she rose from the cot and turned on Z’dayi. “Oh, shut it up, Z’dayi, you lousy, lazy toad. If you want me to be quiet you get up and make me!” She thought to say something to T’rad but wondered if it would set the poor boy off into another blushing hiding fit. If she was as confused as everyone else she refused to show it. A strong, brave front. That’s what she needed. And Anquilith who stood at her side now and watched the dragons with a curious sidewise tilt of her head. Good morning Anquilith sent out to any dragon awake in the barracks. As she had many a morning in the past. Just not with the same rider.

Over on his cot K’mar struggled awake at the urgings of Volsteath. The brown was quite insistent and as his rider struggled awake he studied these new/old arrivals.

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T'rad turned to see Ez'ki and K'mar waking as well. But his mouth gaped at Z'day's insistance on sleep. Was he truely the only one so affected by this. Ugh! His head was hurting from all the thoughts running through his head, but no matter what he was just chasing shadows. He knew it was there, but he couldn't explain it. A shadow indeed.

T'rad sat up a bit straighter and stared as the two girls went on. Obviously Genet was much more accepting of the situation than the other girl. "But how did...but...you...they belonged...", T'rad stammered and spit out words he couldn't make into sentences. 'What the heck is going on here?!", he basically shouted the question at himself as he clutched his head and sunk back into the bed, now laying on it and rubbing his temples. "It's too early for this", T'rad spoke to himself, sounding a bit grumpy actually. Someone had to have the answers to this, but perhaps T'rad should have atleast had time to wake up and eat breakfast and get his blood pumping before he realized this reality before him.

T'rad didn't necessarily become more accepting of what was going on, but rather reserved himself to not ponder on it for the time being. Surely there would be some answers given. Poor T'rad. This was not a proper way for you to wake up. Perhaps you should go back to sleep like Tremaith's? "Do you honestly think I can go to sleep now?", T'rad spoke a bit quieter to his dragon. He was sounding pretty wound up now. Paleoth could only respond in amusement. Silly thing. Stop being so nervous and wound up. The bulky blue raised his head and nudged T'rad's head with his own. Paleoth's mood and affection did steer T'rad to calm down a bit.

For now, T'rad wanted to nestle under the covers, completely submerging himself in them from tip to toe and appear to be asleep. He not only felt nervous and embarrassed, but he felt quite foolish now as well.