Summation Quote: T'on sees T'on in the Great Hall one day, and idly remarking to Eldana.  "You know, I don't think Kym likes me very much. ;)

Some Place In No Weyr Special
Burgundy and cobalt fabric swings from both stalactites and stalagmites, curtaining off a section of the weyr. Near the back wall the floor rises as almost a stepping stone while a rope ladder hangs from above, leading to a more secluded loft. Draperies and a few small tapestries hang from the walls and odd stalacites, bathing the small room in plum, mulberry, and deepest red. A small table sits in the center, and gold-edged pillows of ebon abound nearly everywhere; strewn upon the floor, piled in the corners. Pockets in the stone walls provide cubbies and nooks to hold things, and a pair of
 wooden shelves have been erected.
T'on is here.

T'on comes walking into the weyr, still in Kym's dress.  He looks around, before calling out.  "Kyyyyyyymmmm.  You wanted me?"

Kym is draped over one of her abundant piles of pillows in a corner, hides strewn about the floor in front of her.  "Put the report on the desk, please, on top of the stack," she begins automatically, not deigning to glance up.  She does, however, eventually, voice tapering out.  "T'on!" She blanches.  "What are you /doing/ here?  Go away."

T'on
T'on is a tall young man at 5'11".  He is once shoulder length jet black hair has been trimmed for safety and comfort while working with his new lifemate, Kyrith.  Almost always smiling hazel eyes gaze out from an oft serious face.  He is easy going and friendly, more so since Kyrith made him hers.  He has high cheekbones and aristocratic nose. His hands are moving constantly, but they move with an amazing dexterity, so that they look like he is playing some invisible instrument.  Hard work as a candidate and now as a weyrling have shaped and filled his body nicely.  Overall, very handsome.
Having finally donned his new knot, T'on wears the intricate triple-loop, double corded knot of one of Xanadu's Co-Weyrlingmaster, a ribbon of Kyrith green twined round the silver and purple of Xanadu Weyr
Lavender sisal drapes from his broad shoulders, snug about his torso before swooping into clouds of silken fabric. Soft ripples of violet float to his feet, where suede slippers - purple, too - oft times peek out. Lacy embroidery gathers 'round the low neckline, simplistic yet elegant, ivory also adorns bell-shaped sleeves, wreathing his arms in lengths of elegant lace. It's far too short for the greenrider. Not to mention he has the wrong body for it. But it's Kym's, and that's why he's in it.
Rueful.
T'on looks to be in his early twenties.

T'on can only beam happily at his fellow greenrider and.....favorite person to annoy.  "I came to return your dress."  And so he does, moving his hands to the hem to pull it up over his head.

"Stop!" Kym shrieks, pale face paling further.  "I do not want to see you naked, of all things."  Hides are put down, and she snatches up a pillow as protection.  "Go away.  Put on regular clothing.  And come back with my dress."

Too late.  There stands T'on in all his nude glory, holding the dress out to the other greenrider.  "Here you go Kym."  He beams happily at her.  Fortunately, his own weyr is only a short sprint away.

Kym buries her face in her pillow, shrinking back.  "Aaagh.  You're supposed to wear underthings beneath dresses!" she yells, albeit muffled.  "Who knows what you've got on that!  Go give it to a drudge or something to wash.  /I/ don't want it!"

T'on shakes his head, still standing there.  "But you said you wanted it back now.  And I'm already late at that."  He walks over /towards/ her, the dress held out in front of him.  "Here.  Take it."  If she looks at T'gger nude, why won't she look at T'on?

Kym's glare could burn holes in the pillow she holds in front of her face.  "Fine," she snaps.  "Put it down and go away, okay?"  Kym'll just have to drag her sullied dress down to the drudges herself.  "Why don't you ever just /tell/ me when you're proddy?" she laments.  "Wear a sign, or something, so I can hide out."

T'on can't see her glare, so he simply reaches out to pull the pillow away.  "What's wrong Kym?  Have you been hanging out with Eldana too much?  Forgot what it looks like to see a real man?" The greenrider just looks curiously at her, a comically worried look on his face.

Unfortunately for Kym, her face is buried in her pillow - so she can't see T'on's outstretched arm.  "No!" she heatedly declares.  "I do /not/ want to see you, of all people, though.  I could think of a thousand other men I'd rather look at than you."  She presses the pillow tighter still, angry tone muffled as she pleads, "Just go away!"

T'on perks up.  Orgy?  "really?" He doesn't go, but pulls a chair out and sits down comfortably. "Who?"

Kym's pillow's safe.  For the moment, at least.  "T'gger, for one," she replies, annoyed.  "Who do you think?"

T'on leans back in the chair, silent for a long moment.  "Oh.  Ok."  He replies finally.  "Now you only have nine hundred and ninty nine more men to name."

"Shut up!  Go away!"  Kym knows better than to voice the other nine hundred and ninety-nine.  It'd manage to wind its way around the weyr, if she did.

T'on would tell everyone he knew.  "Aww....Kym....do you not like me or something?"

Kym would roll her eyes, if they weren't hidden behind her pillow.  "What was your first clue?" she asks sarcastically.  "You can be /such/ a shardin' annoyance.  Especially when you're pro..er.  Trying to get me to look at you when you're naked."

T'on strikes a pose, rising from his chair.  "And what, Kym, is so wrong with my body?  I actually think it looks rather nice.  And so does Tam, and Sabria, and...and....other people."

Luckily, Kym can't see T'on and his pose.  "You would," she mutters.  "Faranth, T'on, I don't care what you look like.  I do care, however, about the fact that you're sitting around in my weyr, naked.  You're not my weyrmate -- " Kym doesn't have one.  " -- and I'm not interested in you or your body."

T'on puts his hands on his hips and pouts at Kym.  "Of course you aren't.  If you could actually /see/ my body, you might change your mind."

Kym shoots, "I would not!"  Or maybe that's what Kym's afraid of, and the reason she protects her not-so-innocent eyes with a pillow-barrier.

T'on chuckles softly.  "Prove it then.  Take the pillow away from your face and look at me.  Then tell me you don't like my body."

Kym's too argumentative for her own good.  She doesn't like to give in.  "Fine!"  She lowers the pillow a bare inch, glowering over the top.  "You're nothing, compared to T'gger," she snaps after a pause.  "There.  Happy?"  And pillow is replaced.

T'on snorts and shakes his head.  "Get a real look Kym.  Take the pillow all the way from your face and /really/  look."  He walks until he's right in front of her silently.  So she can /really/ look.

"Why should I?" Kym argues, pillow in place.  "I already looked - why should I look again?  Why do you care?  Are you..ashamed?"  Now she's taunting.  " 'Cause you're not as good as T'gger?"  Of course, in her esteem, no one beats
 him.  Expect maybe Eldana.

T'on snorts.  "Ashamed?  I'd beat that brownrider anyday.  No...cause you didn't really look the first time.  You didn't appreciate me long enough.  So..."  He grabs hold of the pillow.

Kym shrieks, fingers clenching the pillow tighter in an effort to keep it from being wrenched away.  "Let go!  Let go!  Let go of my pillow!  I looked, by Faranth!"  Lie, lie.  Quick peeks only allow for glimpses of the torso.  "Why do you care, anyway?  Go away and let Sabria appreciate you!"

T'on yanks harder on the pillow.  "Because I want you to admit that you are wrong."  Still he tugs on the pillow.  "Give it."

Kym denies, "I am not shardin' wrong!  Just leave me alone!"  Suddenly, she relenquishes her hold upon the pillow.  With eyes tightly shut, she whirls and buries her entire head in her pillow-mound she lounges upon.  "Have it!"

T'on holds up the pillow, peering at it curiously before tossing it behind him.  Stamping his foot, he crosses his arms over his chest.  "I'm /not/ leaving until you look at me...and get a good long look too."

"No!"  Kym, half-buried, threatens, "I'll call T'gger!  I'll call Eldana!  /Then/ you'll leave."

T'on shrugs.  "Naaah.  You wouldn't do that to me, would you?"  Eldana might be angry, but he thinks T'gger would be too...utterly shocked.  "All you have to do is get a good look, then I'll go away."

Kym would too.  Just watch her.  "Gwyneth'll tell the whole weyr," she voices.  "Then /everyone/'ll know.  Do you want that?  Do you want /Sabria/ knowing that you're in my weyr without any clothing on?"

T'on shrugs.  "I dunno.  Suppose she'd be upset."  But then, she already knows Kyrith is slightly more green than usual.  "But then...she might not.  So just /look./ OK?"

"Why?" Kym whines.  "I already did, I don't want to.  Just accept it."  She dares to ask, "How would /you/ feel if I was strutting around your weyr without anything on?  I bet you wouldn't want to look, either."

T'on smirks for a moment.  The brutal honest truth is.  "Actually, it'd be fun seeing you naked.  You're pretty cute, Kym.  But......suppose if you were naked, I'd have to get naked, and then we'd have to spend the night together, and you'd have to not hate me anymore because I'm a good lover...and well....you know."

Kym shouldn't have asked.  It's not a wise thing to question a proddy greenrider about, who's well known around the weyr for the number of women he's been with.  "I did not want to hear that," she intones, a little shocked herself.  Poor T'gger'd drop dead to hear T'on's utterances.  "And I'm not going to get naked, and I'm not going to spend the night with you.  Ever."

T'on grins and twirls around, though Kym can't see him.  "But Eldana might...or T'gger.  Oohoh.......T'gger.  That could be fun."  Thanks to Kyrith.

Kym doesn't follow.  "Eldana and T'gger might get naked for you?" she repeats, then snorts.  "They would never.  They've more sense than that."

T'on sings in a teasing voice.  "They might....if Ilyth or Pounceth won Kyrith's fliiiiiiight."

Kym forgot about that.  "It wouldn't be their fault, then," she responds.
 "They can't help the color their lifemates are."  She sniffs.  "But I have
 absolutely /no/ reason to be with you.  Gwyneth's green, if you've forgotten."

T'on grins slightly.  "So what if they like Kyrith's flights better than Gwyneth's."  Hee.  He's asking for it now.

Kym scoops up a pillow and throws it backwards.  Her aim's probably more than a bit off, for she doesn't risk a glance towards her target.  "Shut up!  They do not!  They wouldn't!"

T'on grins as he moves out of the way of the pillow easily.  "Just look!  Then I'll go away!  That's all you have to do!"

"It's my weyr, and I don't have to," Kym proclaims stubbornly, hefting another pillow behind her.  "Now go away."

Pretty soon, she's going to run out of pillows.  "Kym....all you have to do is look.  Then I go away.  How hard is it to look?  I mean, I don't have anything you haven't seen before.  Admittedly, it looks better than what you're used to....'cept maybe Eldana.....but..."  He shrug.

Dubious, Kym repeats, "You promise you'll go away?  And leave me alone until you're un-proddy?"

T'on smiles and nods, though she can't see it.  "Yes, I promise I'll go away.  Even buy you a new gather dress."  That he'll simply wear when he's proddy again.   Just kidding.  He'll only steal the lavender one again.

Kym reluctantly lifts her head and turns slightly.  "There.  You /happy?/" she asks, pained.  "Go away."  And with that, she presses eyelashes tightly together again.

T'on blinks.  "Not quite.  Tell me what you saw.  That wasn't long enough to look at my nose, let alone my entire body."

"I don't have to," Kym snaps.  "I looked, and you get out.  That's the bargain.  Now, I expect you to leave so I can hold onto some sort of sanity."  Like she had any in the first place.

T'on shakes his head.  "No,...the bargain was that you /really/ looked.  And you didn't.  You didn't hold up your end.  So I'm not leaving.”

Kym sighs dramatically.  "I did too.  How would you know, anyways?  You can't look around with my eyes."  She shudders.  That'd be a scary thing.

T'on smirks. "Because there's enough of me to merit more than a glance, Kym.  So get a real good loooong look, and I will go.  And get you a dress.  OK?  One I didn't wear."

Kym gets a dress out of this?  She debates, worrying her lower lip for a moment.  "/Fiiine./  But only if you don't bug me until after Kyrith rises."

T'on nods and grins.  "Promise.  Less you want me to."

"I do not!" Kym forces herself to unclench eyelids and peer towards T'on; her expression is less than pleased.  "Are you happy now?"

T'on strikes a pose.  "What do you think?"

Kym rolls her eyes.  Voyeur.  "You're fine, okay?  Still not as good as T'gger, of course." Kym's loyal.

T'on smirks slightly, then shrugs.  "Fine.  Lie to me.  But...a promise is a promise.   See you later, Kym." And so he walks for the door, wiggling his rear at her.

Kym throws a pillow at that wiggling rear.  "Good /bye./"  Good riddance.

T'on goes home.