Leading from the Bedfurs

Writers: Avery, Chelle
Date Posted: 25th February 2016

Characters: K'ran, Rhosyn
Description: Congrats to K'ran-the new RBW Weyrleader!
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 4, day 21 of Turn 8
Notes: Mentioned: Solieira, K'sedel, Ciara; Follows Catching the Ghost

K'ran

K'ran opened his eyes to find himself staring up at a ceiling he
didn't recognize. His body felt boneless and thrumming with vestiges
of pleasure-shocks. His bond with Rogueth was overflowing with the
replete satisfaction that came from winning a flight, and a feeling of
hot burning pride. He'd never felt this powerful mix of emotions since
he'd Impressed.

**What happened?** he thought.

}:I caught her,:{ the bronze responded, sending an image of a golden
hide and an immense impression with his words.

**It's too early for Lissath to rise,** K'ran thought back. Why, she'd
just had her clutch Hatch, and -

}:Not Lissath. _Orlaith_,:{ the bronze interrupted, his mindvoice rich
with pride in himself and exasperation at his rider.

**Orlaith? But she's a River Bluff queen,** K'ran thought, trying to
understand how this could have happened.

His dragon's exasperation came loud and clear. }:We were here for
relief effort. You volunteered.:{

Of course. K'ran remembered now. The hurricane last sevenday. The fact
that there were major relief efforts all across their territory.
Dragonsfall and River Bluff shared a flight border. It had made sense
for him to stop by. And then...

}:She Rose. I chased. I won.:{ Rogueth curled closer to the beautiful
golden dragon he'd caught.

He was a Dragonsfall rider, a Wingleader there. If Rogueth had caught
the _River Bluff_ senior queen... His mind shied away from the
thought. There would be so many problems...

}:We are of River Bluff now,:{ Rogueth stated confidently. _He_ saw no
issue. Riders might have issues, there might be fallout, but dragons
decided. Dragons knew best.

Faranth. What had he gotten into?

He rolled over in the cot to face the woman beside him, wondering what
he could say. He didn't know Rhosyn too well. How was she going to
feel about this development?

To be fair, Rhosyn was still recovering from a little over a month of
being overworked. The Weyrwoman had doubled up first with Lenala down.
Then she had doubled up with the hurricane and trying to get
everything to rights while adjusting to K'sedel not being able to fly.
Now she'd just gone through a flight that had a lot riding upon
it-including her own future. So at the moment, she was blessedly
asleep after all the exercise and running on only half energy for so
long. After all, she had a grand excuse and didn't need to turn up
anywhere for awhile. Not really considering the person next to her,
she was rather sprawled out and half uncovered, with a small leg
hanging over K'ran while her head was buried in the pillows. Her rear
was face up to the world but she didn't seem to mind that either, even
if it did happen to have two very conspicuous marks on it that seemed
a bit to resemble hands.

He saw the marks when he looked at her, and flushed slightly. He
didn't remember being rough or hard with her, but then winning flights
made remembering hard. And winning a goldflight... This was their
first. And he didn't know what to do.

K'ran reached out for Rhosyn, brushing a hand gently across her back.
He didn't want to scare her awake and have her kick him out. He would
have touched her face but for the pillows.

"Mmmmphhh......unnnnhhh" She was trying very hard not to be woken up.
"Little longer...." Deciding maybe it was a better tactic to be left
alone, she turned over and pushed herself away from him, burying her
face farther into the pillows. And then, the strangest thing happened.
She was quiet for a few moments, then she groaned. The groan turned
into a half sob. That was the moment she realized her body wasn't
going to let her go back to sleep. And for that moment, she
immediately blamed the person who had touched her. Turning over and
looking over at him with hazel eyes that could bore holes into his
head and a very annoyed expression on her face, she seemed almost
ready to commit violence upon him. And then her face softened with a
look of confusion. This wasn't someone she knew. "Who the shells are
you?"

She pulled away from his hand, so so did he, pulling his limbs closer
to himself and waiting for her. Shells. This was the most awkward
thing. And with Rogueth curled around her gold there was no way he
could just up and run away...

}:As if we would leave now,:{ the bronze interrupted.

And then she looked at him as though he was a stranger. Well, they
were only very casual acquaintances. "K'ran of Rogueth. Wingleader of
Dragonsfall," he added, hoping it would jog her memory.

She was trying to put two and two together but with being so tired and
focused on everything else lately it wasn't working. She did seize on two
of those words, though. **Wingleader-Dragonsfall. Wingleader-Dragonsfall**
"Oh. Well now you're not." And the impact of those words shook her sufficiently.
This was her new Weyrleader-someone she didn't know. Someone that wasn't
even from River Bluff. Her words came back to her. Apparently the eggs hadn't
stopped dropping on her head. Resigned to what seemed to be her fate, though,
she shook herself. She leaned over to whisper to him, "Are you a
_good_ Wingleader?" as if anyone else might be listening.

He'd thought the flight lust was gone, shocked away by the cold
reality of things, and then she was close to him and his body
responded again. His voice was a little rougher as he went to answer
her question. Which was an entirely unexpected one. How did you
respond to that? "I think so. We've been casualty-light since the
month after I took over."

"Oh well that's good." She made a mental note to inquire after this bronzerider
later in more detail. After all, forewarned was forearmed. Deciding now was not
the best time to let him know what he was walking into per se, she took stock of
her current situation otherwise. She was a bit bruised and scratched but otherwise
in one piece.

Inside her brain where her dragon was all she felt was satisfied and sleepy. And
that made her wish she could be asleep again. **Shardit** And then she
was reminded about her body's other wants. Her eyes scanned the room
and her eyes lit on a brown thing on the shelf. Getting up, she traipsed over to it
and her mouth curved into a smile. "Solieira you precious headwoman beauty
you..." Grabbing it up, she skittered back to the bed and sat next to K'ran, adjusting
herself and the pillows. "Before there's any more of _that_" Rhosyn gave a look to
the way he was adjusting his hips. "I need some of this."

Opening the basket she produced a treasure trove of food. Offering him
a piece of cheese, she put a few berries into her mouth. It hadn't
escaped her that this had been her first time in bed with a man in a
while. And it happened to be a young, attractive man. She had never
thought of K'sedel in that way. Let Ciara have that. This had
possibilities though. He even smelled different.

He took the piece and popped it into his mouth, trying to figure out
what to do next and glad for the distraction from his body and his
nerves. "It seems as though your Headwoman thinks of everything," he
commented. "Mm, this is good."

"I have a food...thing. And she knows it." That was all she was going to
reveal about that for the moment. "Solieira has been around for forever
though so generally speaking-she has everything handled before I think
of whatever it is." Moving over so he had access to the basket, she sat
there quietly eating until she had gotten her fill. "You have nice legs you
know."

It wasn't an everyday occurrence that Rhosyn woke up in bed with a strange
man, but it had happened enough times in her life that she had learned to
just roll with it. This strange man was someone she would have to work with
so it was better not to antagonize him and maybe she could learn a little bit
about how he did things.

As he continued to eat, he studied her, wondering what kind of
relationship they were going to have. All his encounters with her had
been at either formal events like Hatchings or casual encounters at
waterball games. To wind up working with her like this... when he
hadn't even transferred in recently...

"Are you angry at all? I know a foreign rider can't be what you had
planned," he ventured.

"Why would I be angry? I have to trust my queen. And anyway, I've only
been here myself for about three turns so that would be the pot calling the
kettle black, wouldn't it?" She smiled to herself before she finished off a piece
of jerky. "I mean...it would have been easier had it been someone who was more
familiar. It could have been harder in some ways too. You're starting with a clean
slate-they could already have all their own ideas about how to go about things
or how to deal with me."

He nodded. "You're right. We have the chance to start working with
each other without preconceptions. Although I suspect the local riders
are going to have a lot of problems with me coming in not knowing as
much as I should. The first few Falls will be interesting."

"Probably so, but you're prepared for that. And all I can say is perform and
they shouldn't have an issue with you. And anyway, you're the Weyrleader.
So in the end, they've got to follow orders or you can just transfer them out
and promote someone who will." She shrugged her shoulders, taking a simplistic
view of politics and bronze egos. "Time tends to erase wounds. And when they
see you can fly just as well as they can, it'll be forgotten. Hopefully the clutch
will be a good one cause that'll surely be the first thing." She didn't seem too
worried about it though. She had bigger problems-like quite a bit of the territory
being wiped out or flooded.

It was a fair point,if potentially a bit heavy-handed and likely to
imply him as dogmatic and cold. He thought he'd try diplomacy first
before transfers.

"It should be a solid one. Orlaith's a large gold and I've only ever
heard praise about her clutches," he assured her.

As long as it broke 30, he'd be happy. Though honestly, he was happy
enough for eggs to happen at all. A gold flight and a clutch of
Rogueth's eggs... it was an exciting enough thought to help banish
some of his worries.

Though the ones about how people would respond reminded him that
despite what his body thought, there were priorities. "We should
probably get dressed and call a meeting," he said.

"No. We shouldn't. And here's why-the longer we stay in here, the more
people will think we like each other. And I don't know about you but I am
tired. And I will take this time to be left alone and rest. Even if it's just for
another candlemark." She gave him a rather pointed look, letting him know
if he got up she would likely make him regret it later. "There is enough work,
let someone else do it for another candlemark. Then, you can do whatever
you want." She put the basket down and curled herself into the bedfurs.

She had a good point about how it would be seen by others, and there
would be time to meet with other leaders, be seen by the Weyr, and
also at some point to get back to Dragonsfall and explain what had
happened and get everything he owned. But as Rhosyn said, there'd be
time to think of that in a bit. So he settled back into the furs.
"You're a wise woman," he said.

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