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The distraction of a sorts came in the form of a walking bundle of records, held tightly together by small arms as though their life depended on it, followed by a white dragonet. If not for the dragonet and the small peek of legs beneath the massive stack it wouldn't have been far-fetched to believe they were moving on their own, but alas they were being carried by someone who probably shouldn't have taken out quite so many. Or as the case may be, have offered to help ferry some back in as a way of helping. Soui couldn't ever say no to someone needing a favor even if that favor was probably a bit much for a single person to handle.

I am capable of helping carry, you know. There's no need to do everything yourself. True to her words Museth was trailing behind with a few records delicately placed between her teeth, having gathered what fell in their trek over. Also next time, say no. As much as the white did enjoy seeing Soui help others and as much as she knew it was their duty, sometimes no was okay. Her beloved rider would run herself into the ground at this rate, but - Look out.

Ever distracted, Soui only had the thought to turn and look back at her lifemate before she collided with...something. Or someone as this case may be, which was quite certainly a large dragonet. The records spilled out, Soui spilled over, and Museth's bell-like laughter filled the area.

Oh my. Are you alright, my love? And to you, my cousin?

She doesn't know how to say no. Museth's tone was affection yet held a tint of exasperation as she watched her own bond scramble to gather what she could. The teen hadn't quite looked up yet to see just who she'd bumped into or who was helping, and this was something the small white was looking forward to. She was....aware, more or less, of Soui's feelings towards her Cousin, and to see how she would react and how Museth could respond was a top priority. Mine? She's trying to hand some records to you.

Gathering records as fast as she could, careful not to bend them any more than she already had, Soui looked up with a weary smile at her helper and the obstacle she'd so kindly bumped. "Thank you, and so...so...so..." As soon as that particular golden hide came into view the records were dropped again and fresh memories of anxiety at the touching, at the hatching, and everything between rushed Soui's mind and body. Instantly she turned as red as a dragon's eye and turned herself in towards Museth, the white complying with a movement of her wing. "S...sorry for bumping in to you, Ma....M...Ms. Martirae and Anakumath. I should have been paying attention to where I was going." Carefully she peeked back out, her whole need for manners outweighing mortification. If she carried on like this things would only be made worse, really.

"I...guess I got a little overloaded on the way here. Someone asked me to bring a few and then as I was walking someone else asked since I was heading this way already, and I didn't think it would be so much trouble." The young weyrling knelt down and tried to regather what she'd dropped twice now, all the while glancing up and down without meeting eye contact. "I...I hope I didn't bother you too much by bumping in, I know you've got a lot of work you should be doing."

Soui flinched at Marirae's tone, though Museth nuzzled against her softly. While she hadn't been hatched when much of her cousin's Impression was occuring the white had easily been filled in, Soui's heart holding no secrets from her. It wasn't as though the teen hated the gold - oh no, Anakumath was adored, it was just that she was so....embarrassed. To have cried like a baby so many times and cause upset? Humiliating, really. "I...I don't know. I just wanted to help and be useful to High Reaches, since well...I'm."

It had been less than two months but Soui had learned. About being the youngest, about being a whiterider. About being from Western, and how she'd have to work hard just to get people to even want to bother learning her name, let alone that of her dragon.

"Since I'm still new here. Plus some of these are ones I was reading tooooo..." She trailed off as Anakumath spoke to her, cheeks reddening. ". . . ." Again she turned into Museth, who gave as much of a lady-like sigh as possible as she ushered the teen to follow the poor junior weyrling goldrider who was being forced to clean up after her. "Th...thank you."

She's really rather happy to see you again, Anakumath. Believe it or not she talks about you quite a bit. Museth, in her kindness, had decided that was enough beating around and pressed her rider forward to move on. Leave the talking to happen while actually working, yes? She speaks of Yours a lot as well, all in fondness. Soui grabbed at a stack of records and hurried in, trying not to not cause too many issues with someone who already seemed to not like her.

Have no worries. Museth nuzzled the booping snout with just as much affection, her eyes so purple against the worrisome yellow of the Gold's own. Mine is....rather unique, in that she likely doesn't understand tone. It was true that Soui didn't understand things like sarcasm at all and certain tones escaped her grasp, but Museth found that a blessing for the teen. So many insults slid away, so much stress completely avoided. If anything she is taking what Yours is saying as very helpful advice which I am thankful for. She needs to hear a voice other than my own with suggestions.

There was a pause. As for how I am, I'm growing. Mine laments she can't carry me anymore and to be honest, I'm a bit sad too. Her sorrow as a small white couldn't compare to that of a larger gold, she was sure, for it wouldn't be hard at all for Museth to follow the two riders into the room; Anakumath had long since passed that allowance it seemed. And you, if you wish to speak of it. How are you? The white knew very little of her cousin outside of gatherings at night for bed, but even then they hardly interacted. Their social circles were not the same, if for the reason they weren't in the same assigned class together, even if they did share basic chores at times.

As for Soui....well, Museth had been somewhat correct. Marty's question was given a massive blank look as though the teen had no idea how to properly respond. "But I like helping and feeling useful? Even back home, er, at Western, I did stuff like this too. And no one really tells Museth what to do, not really, not so long as I can help it." Was that a good or bad thing due to color or age? It didn't matter since Museth would do what was asked of her anyway, unless she didn't want to. There hadn't been a time yet she'd seen her lifemate refuse but Soui had a feeling it wasn't out of the question.

"...but that's not really what you're saying, is it?" Soui had no clue but was trying to piece the dots. She had a faint notion Marty wasn't entirely mad at her but probably wasn't in the mood for company outside of her dragon either.