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Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 11th April 2019

Characters: Jeyme, Ma'din
Description: Jeyme and Ma'din discuss D'hol's impending surgery and Ma'din's rights as his first born.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 10, day 24 of Turn 9
Notes: Mentioned: Kieyla, Cyradis
*immediately follows "The Change in Plans"*

Jeyme

Ma'din

Ma'din sat in the bed, propped back against the headboard and hands
behind his head, the picture of male satisfaction. He glanced down at
the woman beside him and nudged her lightly with his knee. "Still
breathing over there?"

"Just wondering where that unfinished bottle of wine went," she
panted, raking her fingers back through her hair.

He grinned at the memory, flashing white teeth. "Licked if off of you,
remember? Have to say, it tasted better on you than out of the
bottle. You drank most of it anyway."

Ah yes, the licking. She did remember that. That had been quite nice.
For the moment that hollowness in the pit of her stomach seemed to
have faded, and she sighed a little as she stretched and relaxed next
to Ma'din. Something she'd never thought she would do, but her tense
muscles felt relaxed now and her mind calmer. "Probably for the best,
I should drink some water or I'll have a splitting headache tomorrow."

"Yes, you will. I've had a few in my time. You'll feel like hammered
wher-shit, but I think you may worked out most of the wine. Just drink
the water anyway. Just in case." He watched her as she stretched, more
than a little smug. He didn't want to think about where exactly she
may have learned some of her tricks, but shards if he hadn't enjoyed
them. "See what you were missing?"

Jeyme arched an eyebrow and glanced sideways at Ma'din. "I was going
to say the same thing to you."

"I was actively trying to see. With every chance I got." He took a
breath, feeling rather pleased with himself and the entire situation.
True, D'hol might not look so fondly at it, but at that point, he
didn't really care. D'hol's loss was his temporary and very
pleasurable gain. He privately wondered how much he could use this
just to piss in the man's boots for enjoyment. "Finally got it
though."

"And hey, it only took a life and death situation, and a bottle of
wine for it to happen." Jeyme teased, propped on her elbow so she
could look at him.

He shrugged and grinned. "Whatever it takes. Didn't hear you
complaining. I think it was more moaning and panting. There might have
been a squeak or two that I heard too." He looked over at her, more
than a little smug, then frowned. "Faranth, please tell me you're on
the teas."

Jeyme rolled her eyes. "Of course I am, I'm a grown woman, and maybe
you should start asking that question _before_ you sleep with women,"
she laughed as she rolled out of the bed to fetch cold water.

"True enough. But the though of Dheymin having a uncle-brother or
aunt-sister is a bit disturbing, even to me. Besides, don't really
want kids to be honest." He shrugged. He may have a few running about,
but none had been presented to him, which suited him just fine.

He watched her as she rose, eyes on her bottom as she walked. "So,
why'd you throw the old man over? And why the concern now?" He kept
his hands behind his head, relaxing. "Most people don't try to get
themselves falling over drunk over a former weyrmate."

"I didn't throw him over, it was quite the other way around." Jeyme
said as she poured herself a cup of chilled water and brought it back
to the bed with her. It was hard to explain to Ma'din how she still
loved D'hol, and yet had moved on from him at the same time.

He gave a grunt, considering what Kielya had revealed about their
mutual parent. Apparently the situation was more complicated than what
the little girl had revealed. He was curious, of course, but not
enough to really pry too much. It wasn't any of his concern. The idea
of weyrmating was ridiculous; his own experience with it had been a
disaster. "Well then, just be glad it's over. Or likely to be."

Jeyme punched Ma'din lightly in the arm. "Don't say that. He's going
to have the surgery and he's going to be fine. Dheymin loves his
father very much and I don't want that taken from him."

The punch didn't even phase him. Instead, he swung his own legs over
the side of the bed and rose, only bending top pick up his own
trousers. Pulling them on over his hips and lacing them, he looked
over his shoulder at her. "Sure he does. But it doesn't mean there's
going to be a happy ending. Still..." he searched for his tunic. "I
suppose I'll have to come back to see if the old man makes it. If he
doesn't, I'll help you out with him as I can."

That he could talk so casually about D'hol's death in one breath and
being there for Dheymin in the other amazed Jeyme. He was more like
his "old man" than he knew, she thought. "Dheymin would love for you
to be around, regardless of the outcome with D'hol." The little boy
had warmed up to having a "big brother" very quickly.

"Well, as I can. I do have duties at Dragonsfall." He found his tunic
and slipped it on over his head, then turned to her. "Mind you, I am
the next of kin. If it comes to it, I'll tell 'em to let him go,
whether you and Cyradis like it or not."

"There's no need to worry about that," Jeyme said, a bit of melancholy
returning to her voice. "Cyradis has already made the decision, as
usual, and said that she will allow him to go if the surgery doesn't
go as planned."

"It's not her decision to make. It's mine." His reply was cool.
"Especially if he can't by himself. She's not his weyrmate and neither
are you. Kielya and Dheymin aren't of age. The final decision rests
with me and I'll speak with that Healer of yours to confirm it before
I go home. Any hint that he's not going to make it, they'll give him
the draught. Being eaten alive with Thread ain't going to happen
neither."

"You'll be wasting your breath," Jeyme said with a shrug and a sip of
her water, but if he wanted to fight with Cyradis she didn't see a
reason to try and dissuade him. "Thanks for dropping by," she added
with a little grin.

"Nope." His smile was tight, but as he picked up his jacket, he moved
to the side of the bed to bend to give her a searing kiss before
pulling away. "You're welcome." He stood straight, and without a
glance behind him, left.

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