Eshoth> Eshoth senses that Vindrith answers back, thoughts driven through a sleep haze, somewhat distorted in their sound. << He will have to come here. Decata has fallen asleep. >>

Eshoth croons gently once his rider is safely on the ground.

You move further into the weyr.

Decata and Vindrith's Weyr
Contents:
Decata
Obvious exits:
Ledge

Decata is sound asleep, though it looks like the troubled sleep of one who only stops crying as unconsciousness enwrapt them.

M'ko wanders in and starts, "Dec-" but stops as he sees that greenrider, asleep. He quickly turns to leave, but a surprisingly loud bugle comes from the ledge...Funny, Eshoth is normally so soft spoken....

Decata starts slightly in her sleep, but denies wakefulness. Instead, slaps her pillow over her head, muttering something to Vindrith.

M'ko sighs, relieved. He tries to leave again, but Eshoth protests, rumbling. Don't make me come in there... "Fine!" Moe snaps ledge-wards, then turns back to the sleeping greenrider. "Decata." He says simply...But loud enough to hopefully wake her up.

Decata starts again. That can't be dismissed as Vindrith. She slowly pulls the pillow from her head and glances back over her shoulder with bleary eyes.

M'ko winces visibly at that. "Ummm...Decata?" He's just trying to make sure she's conscious...

Decata blinks the sleep from her eyes enough to make out the figure. She still isn't conscious enough to entirely recognize the voice. "Wha? I sleep through sweeps?"

M'ko shakes his head slowly. "No...I don't think so anyway. I wouldn't know, since..Well..." He trails off, glancing toward the ledge again. Can he /please/ leave? Another deep rumble answers him, and the brownrider sighs. "Decata, I'm...I'm sorry for..." Blink blink. "I'm sorry."

Decata finally recognizes who it is. After a brief blanching, she falls back on her pillow, mumbling, "No you're not."

M'ko blinks again, then scowls. "I am too." He sighs again, exasperated, and runs a hand through his fiery hair. "Oh, nevermind. If you're not going to believe me, then there's nothing I can really do about that, huh?" Watch out...He's close to having yet another hissy fit.

Decata nods shortly. "You proved to me beyond a shadow of a doubt that you don't care. So don't worry about trying to pretend now," she responds, frowning. See, she can pout too.

M'ko narrows his eyes. "Well, /maybe/ you could get me to care if you'd ever tell the sharding truth!" He sighs, again, crossing his arms over his chest as he turns away. "Nevermind. I didn't come here to argue with you."

Decata glares up at the ceiling, countering with, "Well /maybe/ /you/ should tell the truth once in a while, so I don't end up becoming unreasonable because you hurt me."

"What are you talking about?" Moe demands, angry now. "I never told you anything that wasn't true... You're the one who says...Who says that you do, when you could never.. No one could." He stops babbling suddenly and just scowls.

"You said you don't care about me!" Decata accuses, "But you're here now apologizing. So you must care a little."

M'ko rolls those green eyes of his and sighs. "What I /meant/ was that I don't care about you in /that/ way. At all." And here comes another indignant rumble from Eshoth...

Decata glances out towards the ledge, noting, "Eshoth doesn't seem to agree."

"Eshoth is just hungry." Moe counters, scowling.

Eshoth> Vindrith projects to Eshoth, << My rider wishes to know if you are just hungry? >>

Decata snorts.

Eshoth> Vindrith senses that Eshoth pauses...Some curious blue tones fighting through the faint crimson ones. << Hungry? Well, not that I think about it... >> And that should be answer enough.

Decata snorts lightly, "He doesn't seem to agree..."

M'ko blinks, taken aback. "What?"

"I had Vindrith ask him if he was hungry," Decata informs, cooly.

M'ko tries not to sounds interested. "Oh? Well..Since he is hungry, we shoulder better leave." He turns around, then pauses as he reaches the exit. "Seeya around..." He calls, just as cooly.

Decata snorts quietly, noting, "He /wasn't/ just hungry."

M'ko sighs, and turns around suddenly. "Decata, what do you want from me?" He asks quietly.

"The truth," she answers simply.

M'ko sighs...again. "The truth about what?" He's a poor ignorant brownrider. Things must be explained for him.

Decata gives an exaggerated sigh in response, grumbling. "Your feelings, of course."

M'ko starts, "Feelings about--" but stops himself just in time. "I feel..." He snorts suddenly, turning away. "I feel that you..." He sighs heavily and mumbles, all in one breath, "I feel that you are very confused, and need to find some other man to...feel strongly for. One that really deserves you."

"That deals with my feelings," Decata prompts, "but reveals nothing about yours."

M'ko narrows his eyes, but doesn't turns to face her. "No. I told you what I felt. Just because it's not what you wanted to hear...."

Eshoth> Vindrith projects to Eshoth, << My rider wishes to know if your rider is telling the whole truth. >>

Decata Sniffs faintly, silent.

Eshoth> Vindrith senses that Eshoth sends the mental equivilant of a shrug. << He...believes that he is. >> If that makes any sense. << He will not let himself care for anyone else. >>

Eshoth> Vindrith projects to Eshoth, << That's silly. >>

M'ko stamps his foot angrily. "Stop that! You can't make me feel guilty over something that I can't control!" He finally turns back around, and sighs. "Just...Stop. There are plenty of other guys in this Weyr.. And they're smarter, nicer, and better looking than me. And they really need you, Decata...Not like me. I don't need you. All I need is Eshoth." That's what he's made himself believe, anyway.

"Well maybe I don't want any of them. And maybe, just maybe, I don't think they're any better than you," Decata informs.

M'ko's gaze drops. "Please don't do this to me, Decata..." He mutters, quietly. "I don't know how it feels to be cared about. I don't know how it feels to care." He keeps his olive-green eyes glued to his booted feet. "I just...can't." And with that, he turns to leave.

Decata Watches you go, frowning faintly. She doesn't seem to know quite what to say, so takes a stab with, "Why not?"