Make me look good [Syrani]

[lyonza]

Garrett wandered around his weyr, picking up his clothes and putting them away. At least once a day he had to pick up everything he had strewn about in his quest for the day’s outfit. He loved dressing up and even his riding leathers had a distinct style to it. It was somewhere between the male and female styles and all a unique look to himself.

Syrani was on her way over to bring his outfit for the Hatching so they can do a last fitting before the big day. It was probably a day or two off, but with hatchlings, who knew. It was best to have your outfit ready for that moment’s notice when it came, but Garrett was cutting it a bit fine this time.

You will look good as always, Mine. Iroth had fled the weyr to the Heights to sun herself and get out of the way of Garrett’s pacing and nervous energy. I know, dearling, but you know I fret over these things from time to time. Do you want me to bathe you later? Have you eaten enough recently? Do you want to go and hunt?

Yes, no and yes. In reverse order, Iroth said with slight amusement. Garrett smiled and wrapped the robe he was wearing a bit tighter. He hated winter but at least he didn’t have to traipse through the cold to go and bathe. He had his own private pool and was very thankful for it. He rang for a server to come and bring some klah and snacks. A fitting with Syrani was always a social event after all.

[brete]

Syrani had out done herself this time. Garrett was going to go between in shear amazement at how these pants fit. Syrani had been up all night last night perfecting them. Garrett was her, hands down, favorite person to clothe. He was adventurous, sexy, and willing to make a statement. IN fact, her fashion go getter attitude was embodied in the junior "Weyrwoman". Syrani just loved her Garrett and vise versa she thought. Walking up the stairs to his weyr she pulled her bag up over her shoulder non-challantly and gave the door a knock.

"Oh Garrett pooh your Syrani has arrived with something yummy for that body to wear. And if I do say so myself it is a work of sexy art." She called playfully. It was very well known that Garrett did not prefer the female sex so she knew she could behave thus and it be taken in a way that was non offensive. Knowing Garrett there would be snacks and something to drink while she played and got him ready for the hatching feast. She had even brought her own outfit to show off and get his approval on.

"Now my lovely come let me in before I parish of lonely like feelings out here. Wouldn't want to get these clothes stolen now would you?" she laughed heatily at her own silly behavior. The coat was sure to please her boy and the shirt would please whoever he decided to take home tonight. Too bad he didn't like women, Syrani would love a chance to take him around a bed once.

[lyonza]

Garrett could never understand why there was a door on the entrance to the lower caverns – he didn’t really have anything that others would want, did he? And trust was implicit in the Weyr – you had to trust everybody around you. But he could see the merit of it, it was better than just a drafty hanging and there could form quite a breeze between the ledge and the lower cavern entrance, which was lovely in summer but not so lovely in winter. It was just as well that his sleeping area was at the back end of the cave and quite sheltered.

He heard Syrani calling from the lower cavern entrance and rushed over to open the door, the robe flapping around his legs. “Hun, I’ve been waiting forever to see what you’ve got,” he said when he opened the door and let her in. “And I seriously doubt you’d perish of loneliness… you’re too hot for anybody to resist you. Come, I’ve got some drinks and snacks on the way and we can spend the afternoon hanging around.”

He led the way over to the seating area near the bathing pool and flopped down on the couch. He was happy to ignore some of the paperwork on his desk for an afternoon – there was only so much time one could spend on Weyr duties before getting really bored with it. Not that he shirked that responsibility. Talaria had never had any reason to fault him on his work.

He made grabby hands at Syrani. “Come, show me. I’m all tingly with anticipation!” The big reveal was delayed when one of the servers brought the tray and set it on the table. “Thanks Jossin, I’m sure it will be fantastic. Please thank Sylvie and Syrelle, heck thank everybody for me will you? And ask Sylvie if it’s OK if I come down later to help with the baking.” The server just nodded with a smile and left again.

“I never know if they like me or if they just tolerate me,” he complained to Syrani as he got up to pour some klah for the both of them, adding sweetener and cream to his, snagging a sweetroll before flopping onto the couch again. “I told Sylvie I’d come down and help with the baking for the feast, but it’s always good to confirm before just rocking up.” He bit into the sweetroll, took a sip of klah and grinned at his friend.

“So, what have you got for me?” he asked.