Welcome to Gaia! ::

There’s a soft hum in Ky’ess as he walked down the hallway; thankfully quiet as he balanced the tray. He’d been quite happy with his new routine of the past… Shards, it had really been half a turn, hadn’t it? Turn’s End was approaching, a new turn barreling down on them and he was almost looking forward to it. A touch ironic, with his shyness, that he’s looking forward to a party. Maybe.. Maybe even not alone, if he were ever brave enough. But it didn’t compare to today, his favorite person’s nameday.

I’ll pretend to not be insulted. But there’s nothing but affectionate teasing in Hiraeth’s tone. The blue in question was up on one of the high ledges on the fireheights, wings stretched out as a breeze blew snow all around him. He adored the wintertime, and since the first snow, rarely spent a free moment not enjoying the winter chill. More relaxed since the months ago when he’d chased after Uvaldoth, and come to terms with some things about himself.

’Alright, favorite human.’ Ky’ess equally returned, adjusting the balance of the covered mugs on his tray briefly. Between the mugs of klah was a little covered plate; a small cake he’d been all too happy to have made just for S’ian. If he happened to preen a touch before leaving his weyr -- combing his hair, picking out a nicer shirt and pants (and fussing at his poor, clueless firelizards over what looked better), well. It was a nameday, right? For his.. best friend.

Crushes on best friends were common, he’s tried to tell himself. It would pass.

But his door was coming up, and Ky’ess took a deep breath to steady himself. Inhale, hold, exhale… And the bluerider knocked. “S’ian? You in?”

As the door opened, Ky’ess found the wider smile slipping back on his face; easy, relaxed. It had been hard to keep up walls when the older man had become part of his routine, had looked forward to spending time with him. Someone to listen to, and who listened in return. S’ian and Bajeth were almost permanent fixtures in their lives, and something that he’d been forced to finally look in the eye that his feelings hadn’t quite stopped at just being friends. It was easy to ignore, sometimes; S’ian was a wingsecond, a bronzerider. Oh, he could list the differences between them easily, each time he tries to convince himself he doesn’t have a crush on his dear friend. Ky’ess was almost getting decent at pretending to never have a shot with him, to potentially ruin such a dear friendship.

But then the bronzerider smiles at him, like he was now, and he swore he could fly all on his own.

“Nameday runner service -- specifically for one wingsecond of Burning Aces.” Giddiness in his belly rose to his chest, and he swept the small tray between them. Two mugs of klah, a small cake, and a wrapped gift; and Ky’ess can’t help but beam. But he pauses, pulling the tray back a fraction -- and grins playfully. “Unless I happened to get the wrong weyr? My mistake, I’ll keep looking.”

The suave look was a good one on S’ian, though there is little that doesn’t delight Ky’ess like being able to take him by surprise.

“Now, now - I can’t reveal my sources. Spoils the fun of it.” But if he did promise Hiraeth a bath in the lake in this oh-so-lovely weather for asking Bajeth, well. The end justifies the means.

But the hand on his wrist is warm, so warm, and the contact is so short-lived for how nice it felt, nor the pink that rose to his face. He’s quick to recover, settling the tray onto the table and taking a seat himself. “I won’t lie, I was quite proud of that one. But good to know I can bring you cake just because.”

Picking up his mug, he’s happy to take a drink of the hot contents; him and the cold never did quite get along. A summer baby through and through, but if his friend’s nameday was in the winter, well. It was just one more reason for him to start appreciating the season, wasn’t it?

“How’s the day been treating you?” And, before he can pause too much, he chuckles softly. “And how much did Spiderclaw and Cloud try to help?”