Dinner-Time Gossip
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Writers: Duskdog, Heather
Date Posted: 4th February 2024
Characters: G'zan, Eyvia
Description: Evyia and G'zan unwind and share gossip at dinner.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 1, day 3 of Turn 11
A full day of clients, an early wing drill that morning, and she'd run into an ex that she'd rather forget. The only bright spot in her day was knowing that a certain greenrider would be at the Dining Cavern with a seat reserved for her at dinner time.
Stepping into the crowded cavern, Eyvia's frosty blue eyes surveyed the area before zeroing in on the hulking figure of her friend.
"Have I mentioned that I love how easy it is to spot you in a crowd?" she said in his ear coming up behind him and swooping into the chair he'd reserved for her.
"Yeah, people keep tellin' me that I'm easy, but I don't think that's usually what they mean," G'zan replied with a grin, gesturing to the reserved chair even as she sat herself down in it. "C'mon, take a load off. Betcha been on your feet all day, and I bet none of it was even any fun."
He didn't consider himself lazy, but he certainly didn't maintain any sort of duties outside of being a wingrider the way that Evyia did. Not that he minded doing message running or passenger-ferrying duty -- shells, it gave him a reason to visit other places and see the sights and bask in the stares of the holdfolk (he chose to take it all as positive attention, regardless of its actual intent) -- but that seemed entirely different to him than being responsible for someone else's healing, mind or otherwise.
"I'm a glutton for punishment," Eyvia said, flagging down a drudge who was carrying a pitcher of wine. "Please tell me you have a grand wonderful adventure to regale me with."
"Well, I got a story, but not as good as I'd like," he said. "Me and Panghuth nipped down to the coast to get a good wash after drills, and found ourselves a little cove where there's bunch of these rocky outcroppings right on the beach. And you know, where there's rocks, there's caves, right? So I went climbing around a little to see what I could find. And there it was: a little hole down into the ground, where the tide would fill it when it washes in, and leaves it dry when it's out. You ever seen a hole like that before? I've seen a few -- and I figured, from the looks of it, that there's a cave down there, and I'd bet you a Lord's pocket-marks that there's an exit out back out into the sea down there, too! Wait 'til the tide's in, squeeze on down, swim right out!" He slapped the tabletop for emphasis, not even noticing that the sound was loud enough to startle a few nearby diners and earn them a few dirty looks. "Just gotta hold your breath a good long time, is all. Only one problem: I don't fit! Sharding shoulder's're too wide! And Panghuth wouldn't even help. Something about 'not enabling my drowning' or something. Even my own dragon's got no faith, I tell ya." He made a face, taking a moment to drain his own mug before continuing. "How about you? Anything new on your front? Dish me some gossip."
Half the time Eyvia had no idea how much truth there was in G'zan's stories, but the fact that they never failed to make her laugh was well worth the listen.
"Well, I ran into T'ismen earlier," her ex that she'd been weyrmated to for two Turns before things had gone sour. "There I was, sweaty and exhausted from drills, and there he was, looking pristine and perfect, as usual, with a new woman on his arm."
"Boooo, hisss, we hate that guy!" G'zan said, supportively. "...we hate that guy, right? Anyways, don't sweat it -- he was just lucky enough not to have had to get his hands dirty yet today, is all. And I'm sure the new lady's nice enough and all, but she's definitely a step down from you, for sure. Did he say anything? He wasn't mean, was he? Like, on purpose?"
"He _exists_, isn't that mean enough?" Eyvia's words were accompanied by a little smirk. If T'ismen transferred to a different Weyr that would be just fine with her. Then she'd never run the risk of running into him and his perfect little face, with his perfect head of hair, and his new perfect girlfriend. "Even though you're my best friend and compelled to side with me, I do love you for saying she's a step down from me."
"Well, she is. There's no step up, so the only place left to go is down. That's just... whatchacallit... _logic_." He crossed his arms over his chest, sitting back and giving a decisive nod. "If it makes you feel any better, though, you can just wish little bad things on him. Like... may his laundry come back scratchy. Or he gets helmet hair that just won't fix. Or he gets a rash on his bum. That's a good one. It's more fun to throw hands, but, uh, I can't really imagine you doing that."
All of those scenarios sounded perfect to Eyvia. "You're right, I'd be much more likely to bribe a laundress to put itching powder in his drawers. Especially that thong style he's so into." She rolled her eyes and flagged down another passing drudge to refill her wine glass.
"_No_! You're serious?" G'zan guffawed loudly, slapping his knee. "He really _does_ think he's the sexiest thing to walk Pern, doesn't he? Was he always like that? Nothing wrong with flaunting what you've got and all, but it's so hard for me to imagine you falling for that kinda guy."
"His blue won Pomiath's flight. As much as I hate to admit it, he's great in bed. Honestly, that, and his stupidly perfect hair, had me won over for a while." Until she'd realized how toxically arrogant he was.
"Yeah, that'll do it. Easy to overlook a lot of stuff when you're excited about what you're coming home to every night. But what's the saying? The best revenge is living well, or something like that? Well, that, and itching powder in his undies. And if you get lonesome, or just want somebody nice to hang on your arm and let him know you're living great, just say the word, and we'll find you a new guy! I've got some great wingmates -- could set you up with one. Eh? _Eh?_"
At this point, Eyvia wasn't picky. She didn't want to say outloud how long it had been since she had been in bed with a man. "Sure, why not? The next time Cyan Wing has one of their infamous parties, let me tag along with you."
He grinned. "Absolutely! There's some great guys, I'm sure we can find you one you'd like. For a long time, or just a good time! I'll let you know next time a party happens."
"I'll get my best party dress ready," Eyvia winked, before flagging a drudge down for just _one_ more cup of wine....
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