T'bi lounged back on his thick, fluffy couch in the far corner of his weyr. He stretched and sighed happily, feeling the down filled cushions shift beneath his weight. Hiw own warmth was drawn into the material then sent back to him, keeping him warm without a fire. This was life, absolute comfort.

From the other side of the weyr, Horeteth rumbled happily in his sleep, obviously dreaming. Eiyuk was curled up by the white's side, snuggled in as deeply as he could to the dragon's warmth.

The sun was low and a warm meal sat heavily in T'bi's stomach. Even with the approaching news of war, T'bi managed to make his own paradise. He was one of the few that could.

T'bi, no matter what time it was, was a man of luxury. He was one of the very few who had straw-filled chairs and full, down-filled couches. Even Horeteth's bed was covered with a soft, velvety blanket. All this stuff, plus his collection of trinkets, was curtesy of almost every culture on Tris'Hath.

He had war paint from the Tigra, belts of honour from the Liron, magical orbs from the elves, and clattering gizmos from the dwarves. The couch and chair came from days of hard work in the Hidden Valley, travelling to and fro with Horeteth to gather supplies. No one could claim that T'bi didn't at least work for his comforts.

He had been one of the first people to come to the Warren and impressed with S'ron and Melodia at Sapphire's second last clutch. Since then, the Weyr had just run down. Even his firelizard was a rare catch, having come from the non-existant Weyr of Xaviea. The only thing he didn't have (and never had had) was a loved one.

T'bi opened his eyes, suddenly very aware of how empty his weyr seemed. Though he did love Horeteth and Eiyuk with all his heart, it was a different kind of love then what he was longing for. T'bi forced the thought to the back of his mind and rolled over with all intentions of going to sleep. He couldn't.

The thought persisted to pester him, reminding him that he had spent 12 years in the Warren and never once signed Horeteth up for a flight. He hadn't even gone to taverns or inns with some of the other woman-seeking men. It wasn't that he wasn't an attractive man. His straight, sandy hair came down neatly to his shoulders. He kept his skin smooth and always lightly tanned. His upper torso was well etched with muscles, just enough to be noticable without being overbearing. The light freckles dotting his face and his hazel eyes always gave him the appearence of a childish humour. He often acted carefree and joyous too. His choice of clothing was simple: a soft leather vest over a white tunic, tucked into wher-hide breeches. There was no reason that he would be unwanted.

T'bi rolled onto his back and placed his hands behind his head. "Horeteth." His voice broke the absolute silence of the room, startling his lifemate out of a deep slumber. The dragon snorted and rumbled grumpily. "Am I dislikeable?"

Rugan dislikes you a lot at 3 in the morning. Horeteth replied without opening his eyes. His voice was a soft touch of light in T'bi's mind.

"Rugan never likes me." T'bi shrugged. "But am I dislikeable?"

This time, Horeteth raised his head and focused his deep, blue eyes on his rider. Why the sudden concern with your social appearence? You've never worried about it before. In fact, you blantedly ignored it.

T'bi shrugged again. He rolled onto his stomach with his chin resting on the arm of the chair and looked up at his bond. His hazel eyes were wide with the wonder of childhood, though he was now a man of 25 years. "I'm lonely."

Horeteth snorted indignantly and lowered his head to his forepaws again. Well, I feel wanted.

"Not like that." T'bi picked up one of his feather filled pillows and launched it at the white. It landed with a dull thump against Horeteth's side. "You know what I mean."

I know. The dragon smiled lightly, one eye still focused on the dimly lit figure of his bond. I guess you just haven't found the right person yet.

"But I'm lonely now." T'bi whined. Another of his not-so-redeeming traits was that, along with his playful, impish nature, he could be very childish at times.

If it'll make you happy, I'll start flying in more flights. Horeteth yawned and grinned at the same time. I'm sure there's plenty of greens out there that would love a stunning white like myself.

T'bi seemed to give the proposal a moment of thought. For a minute, he looked almost intelligent. His jaw set and his eyes clouded as he pondered the idea. Finally, the boyish man grinned. "Ok."

Just one thing. Horeteth shrugged his shoulders more comfortably into his velvety blanket, disrupting the sleeping Eiyuk only slightly. Take down the trap you set for Helena in the morning.

T'bi had almost settled down to sleep again when he remembered the 'prank' he'd set for the cook. His eyes flew open and he leapt off the couch, running before his feet hit the ground. In a few moments, Helena would be cleaning the stove... only to find his little joke.

Horeteth smiled draconically as he listened to his rider tear out of the room. Even though Helena had already set off the water bucket poised over the stove, he would still keep his end of the deal. He only wanted to see T'bi stripped of his skin with a spoon before they left. That, at least, was what Helena was planning to do with him.

Horeteth was impressed at: Sapphire Weyr
Eiyuk was impressed at: Xaviea Weyr