F’lox was almost asleep when Prinz invaded his weyr, chittering and setting Dori off. He cursed and issued a stern command to quiet down and carefully slipped out of bed, trying to keep Lyrra from waking. He led the lizards past the dragon couch where Phinth was sleeping and out to the ledge where Baerth was still awake, unable to fit in the single dragon sized room. Phinth had been exhausted by her rider’s emotional ups and downs throughout whole day and needed the rest; he was content to doze on the ledge.
The massive brown turned his head to gaze at Fen, who’d managed to pull on a pair of breeches before joining him outside. “What?” The lizards immediately started relaying images and anger and confusion and squawking over one another, so he rubbed his temples and called above their ruckus. “Baerth?”
The brown blew out a breath and the two little ones quieted down, peeping at him. F’lox waited patiently and then got the translation from his lifemate. Your sister is worried about the Weyrlingmaster. It wasn’t lost on Fen that his dragon viewed the blue rider as the true teacher, even if he had been demoted. She is mad at you? The confusion in the last part was valid. F’lox had no sharding clue why she would be mad at him this time.
“Fine, fine. Go back to her, Prinz. Dori.” He waited until the flighty little green was paying attention. “Stay with Lyrra, don’t let her think I left her alone, okay?” Dori peeped and launched from Baerth’s shoulder, winging by his head and back to the cot. She was good at company. “Come on, Baerth, we’re going down to meet her. And maybe at some point we can get some rest.” He climbed the proffered leg, settled between the neck ridges and clung to the one in front of him for the spiraling ride downward. He had no clue where they were going to have this conversation but it sure as shells wasn’t going to be where they might wake Lyrra and upset her all over again.