Room to Wiggle

Writers: Bree, Eimi
Date Posted: 24th February 2006

Characters: Carmora, K'novan
Description: Carmora meets a bronzerider on the beach who seems determined to confirm all her worst feelings about the Weyr.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 10, day 13 of Turn 3

She was a vision, sitting on that log and looking out over the sea. The gentle breeze whipped her long hair around her. Her skin was smooth and perfect like a pearl, and looked as soft, just begging to be touched. Her eyes were gentle as she looked out over the sun kissed waves. And her body... Shards! What a body. A well rounded bosom and hips that looked like they could be grabbed onto and ridden 'til morning.

"Now _that's_ a woman," K'novan breathed as he walked towards her. He put on his most charming smile. "Good afternoon," he smiled as he approached.
"Do you mind if I share a space on your log? I'm afraid these old knees of mine don't travel as well as they used to."

Carmora blinked up at him, having obviously torn her attention away from the water with great reluctance. "I'm sorry, I was thinking about something... I didn't hear what you said."

"I said, may I have a seat on the log next to you. It's my knees," he said with an apologetic, yet roguishly handsome smile. At least that what they _used_ to call it. "They don't like the sand to much. If I sit down, I can't get myself back up most days."

"Oh..." Remembering her promise to be more open to the Weyr and it's people, Carmora obligingly shifted over to make room for him. "Of course."

"Thank you, darling." He sat down with a long, exhausted sounding sigh. "Of course, I wouldn't want you to think I'm decrepit or anything. It's just my knees really. I can still move where it counts." K'novan gave her a broad grin and pointed out at the bronze dragon, faded a bit with his turns, but still flirting with the greens in the waves. "As long as I can still ride Oemorth, that's all I need."

Telling herself that she was obviously reading more into his words then were there, Carmora tried for a polite smile. "You have a very nice dragon." "Thank you! I'm afraid he's aged a bit better than I have," he said with a rather pathetic and nostalgic look on his face. "Oh, I don't think either of you look that old," Carmora replied with a smile. Not that she knew how to tell how old a dragon was in any case!

"Well, I certainly can't complain about my age. There are a lot of advantages to being a little older and a little wiser. Experienced, you could even say." He demonstrated his charming grin.

She was starting to doubt that his charming grin was meant to be merely friendly. "Older and wiser aren't always the same thing." "Oh, yes, that's very true," he chuckled. Feisty! K'novan _liked_ that.
"But certainly I am experienced... And experience _leads_ to wisdom, don't you think?"

The look she turned on him was decidedly unfriendly. "Apparently not." "Oh, now that's unfair," he said with a slight pout. "You don't even know me yet. I think you would find that over the turns I have acquired a great deal of knowledge I can share with you."

"I'm the Harper Hallmaster's wife," Carmora replied sharply, hoping that would put an end to it. "And your suggestions are unwelcome." "Well, you harpers are an unfriendly lot," the bronzerider chuckled, "making assumptions about my intentions like that. I'll have you know I know a lot about many things. I'm even a master crafter, you know. That's right, a cartographer. Oemorth and I used to fly all over this great land making wonderful maps of the landscape."

Carmora looked highly suspicious as she examined him. "I don't intend to be unfriendly," she said warily. "Good," he grinned. "Because there is so much I can share with you.
Cartography is the study of shapes. And I love shapes. I love talking about shapes and looking at shapes... You can really appreciate the shape of the land from the air. I don't suppose you've noticed."

"I don't like to fly," Carmora replied, still not sure this was a conversation she wanted to be taking part in. If it hadn't been for her promise to Almonteo, she probably would have left already. "Oh, but I think you have never ridden a _bronze_ before, and lady," he scooted a little closer on the log to her, "once you ride a bronze your life is never the same again."

"My husband is the Harper Hallmaster," Carmora replied stiffly. "Of course I've ridden on a bronze dragon." "Ah, but you have never ridden a bronze like _my_ bronze before. These younger bronzes, they don't know what they're doing." He inched a little closer. "It takes experience to know when take a lady for a ride she'll never forget. It takes a knowing feel for the air to know when to dip, dive, bank and soar..."

Carmora had spent many years with a husband who had mastered the use of words, and she wasn't stupid. "I'm not interested." K'novan leaned in a little closer. "The Hallmaster needed never know..."

She clenched her hands and stood, too angry to speak for fear that what would come out would be too insulting. She'd been right... the men here were _shameless_ and unredeemable! The bronzerider threw his hands up in resignation. "Ok, ok. Why don't you take a little time to get to know me a bit better and think it over?"

Carmora couldn't stop herself. "Did you not hear me? I'm _married_." K'novan smiled and shrugged, not seeing that as such a big problem. "And I'm _weyrmated_. A little fun on the side doesn't change that. Why don't you ask your husband? He might enjoy a little room to wiggle."

The thought was reprehensible, and it made Carmora's mouth fall open in surprise. "You--how _dare_ you!" The temptation to slap the smug smile off his face was overwhelming, but she _was_ the Hallmaster's wife, and it would be terribly inappropriate for her to start hitting bronzeriders. "I know, I know," he said with hands raised in defense, "the idea seems a little strange at first if you're not used to it. But trust me, this is one side of Weyrlife you have got to explore. You'd _both_ have plenty of chances to add a little spice to your marriage, and you still get each other at the end of the day. It's perfect! Trust me, he'd be all for the idea.
Lots of guys fantasize about their women being with other men anyway."

Carmora's temper snapped. "I won't be spoken to in such a fashion! And if I see you lurking around any of the other women from my husband's Hall, I'll slap some manners into you and take it up with the Weyrleaders!" Shards but she _was_ a rare woman! "Just think about it?"

She slapped him, telling herself Almonteo would _hardly_ be able to blame her. "That's what I think about it. Stay away from me and the ladies in our Hall!" She didn't wait for a reply, turning unsteadily in the sand and marching with purpose back to the Weyr to find her husband. She had _plenty_
to say to him! }:Maybe you shouldn't have told her about your knees...:{
**Maybe not,** K'novan conceded, holding his cheek as he watched her storm away.

Last updated on the February 24th 2006

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