Stranded

Writers: Bree, Eimi
Date Posted: 4th June 2006

Characters: B'ram, Dyaera
Description: B'ram comes to fetch a grumpy Dyaera from the flight cots after Tilarth's unimpressive mating flight.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 12, day 8 of Turn 3

B'ram

Dyaera gave B'ram a worried look when he came through the door of the flight cot. "You and Girifith weren't chasing, were you? I didn't think you were, but I couldn't remember..."

"Not this time, sweetheart. Girifith won one yesterday and was a bit too worn out, even for your beauty." He looked around the cot, not quite sure what was going on. Where was the winner and just what in Faranth's name was _he_ called down for?

His expression was easy enough to read, and Dyaera rolled her eyes. "I tossed him out. Well, I yelled at him until he left, anyway. He was _terrible_, B'ram, and I think he made me pull a muscle in my back. And I kept telling him I didn't feel up to anything else, but he couldn't take a hint!"

"He didn't try to... force you or anything, did he?" the brownrider asked with the hint of anger in his tone. The after affects of dragonlust could be powerful, but even that could not be considered an excuse for forcing a woman. "I smacked him on the nose before he got around to it," Dyaera replied lightly, though her eyes were annoyed. "After that, he stuck to telling me how ugly I was, which was actually a lot more enjoyable than having him try to tell me how pretty I was, I suppose..."

"What? What sack of wherry dung," B'ram growled. "He deserved a swift kick somewhere else for saying such filth."

Dyaera snorted. "He might get it if I see him again, but I just wanted him to leave. I don't know if I can make it back up to my weyr, though, and I wasn't going to ask him..." She gave B'ram a hopeful smile. "Ah ha." So _that_ was what he had been called down for. "Yes, Dyaera, I can help you back to your weyr. Where's your clothes?"

Dyaera looked confused. "Uhhm... didn't Tilarth tell you?" "Tell me what?" he asked, suddenly equally confused.

"I kind of left them at the beach when Tilarth rose," Dyaera replied a little self-consciously. She may have gotten used to the Weyr's rather immodest lack of concern over state of dress, but wandering around in only a towel was still fairly absurd. "I was in a hurry. I had a towel, though. I'm just not sure where it ended up..."

"Well, a towel will pass as a skirt, at least," B'ram sighed as he pulled his tunic over his head. "This should do 'til we get you to your weyr."

Dyaera wrestled herself into an upright position, shoving the blankets aside and scanning the floor briefly to see if she could find her towel. "I bet he took my towel with him just to be an arse," she said grumpily, rolling her eyes. "He was wretched, B'ram. It's a good thing that wasn't my first flight, because I'd be traumatized!"

"Yeah, well, just let me get my hands on that kid. I could bring him down to size for you." B'ram began tugging the sheet off the bed. "Here, let's wrap this around your waist for a skirt. My tunic can be a top."

She held out an arm and craned her neck to examine the scars. "They're not really _that_ ugly, are they?" she asked in a voice that totally failed to hide her slight nervousness. "What, those? Are you kidding?" B'ram snorted. "Shards, if you weren't so intent on going home, I'd be more than half tempted to help you work off the rest of your dragonlust myself! You're still gorgeous, Dyaera."

"Promise?" she asked, wishing she didn't feel as sore as she did. Maybe she'd give her back a few days to relax and then track B'ram down... "Promise," he nodded as he pulled his tunic over his head. "Here you go."

She got the tunic over her head and grinned as it fell down past her knees.
"I don't think I need the sheet," she said as she stood on wobbly legs.
She'd lost much of the muscle she'd gained over the past turns since her bedrest had started, but she'd never been very bulky to begin with. B'ram's tunic made her feel like a child playing dress-up in her parent's clothing.

"All right then." He looped an arm around her waist. "Come on, beautiful.
Let's get you home."

Last updated on the June 4th 2006

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