Fen sighed and sent Baerth a silent command to get them up to Lyrra’s weyr. The brown complied, rocking Kenzie back into his chest with the force necessary to get his bulk off the ground. In a very short time they were on the green rider’s ledge and Fen was sliding down to brace his sister as she dismounted. “We need privacy because this is not a happy subject and I don’t want you to have to deal with people overhearing this and gossiping. K’rin is not hurt, but I wouldn’t say he’s fine. Come inside.”
He gestured her ahead of him and followed her, moving to a neatly stacked pile of freshly laundered clothing and grabbing the biggest shirt, obviously not Lyrra’s. He pulled it over his head and faced Kenzie, who was looking very nervous. It was a nice change from spitting angry, but he didn’t like that expression on her. He heaved a deep sigh and pulled Lyrra’s spindly chairs over. “Sit down.”
Where to start? He sat and rubbed his face, exhausted already by the day’s events. “Lyrra and I have been spending a lot of time together, which I suppose means we are together. She’s in my weyr with Dori curled up next to her keeping watch because she’s had a bad day.” He paused and met his sister’s eyes. “She snapped and turned on that sharding bronze weyrling who cut her off and got her and Phinth scored. The fight-not that it was much of a fight-was all the excuse A’ver needed to jump down K’rin’s throat and demoted him from weyrlingmaster second to wingrider. In his own wing. Today was K’rin’s first day under out esteemed Weyrleader and our first day dealing with out supposedly superior Weyrlingmaster.” He tilted his head to the side and made a helpless gesture with his hands. “Lyrra feels awful and I didn’t want to leave her alone. None of us have heard from K’rin all day. I suppose we’d just assumed he would go to you.”
She could draw her own conclusions from that summary, he was sure. She was a bright girl-young woman-that’s how she’d done so well in her chosen craft and how she managed to constantly outsmart him and any other rider she turned her focus on. K’rin was taken with her, and as upset as he’d been initially he’d grown accustomed to seeing them together. He was not particularly pleased that the blur rider was cutting his sister off, even if he could sympathize with the technique. Faranth knew he hid things often enough. Maybe Kenzie was right, maybe this was a stupid male trait.