Drenched

Writers: Eimi, Rochelle
Date Posted: 19th July 2006

Characters: B'ram, Eleada
Description: B'ram and Eleada run into each other in the dining cavern -literally.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 12, day 20 of Turn 3

B'ram

Eleada threaded her way carefully through the crowded dining cavern, trying not to dump the tray of stew and klah she was holding. C'radan and Nesily had invited her and her sons to have dinner with their children. It had been so crowded however, that she had decided to get a tray rather than have the twins trip and dump their stew down someone's pants. **Whoa... Almost lost it that time. Sharding drunks.**

B'ram chose that exact moment to turn around with his own tray, looking for an available seat. The brownrider had not been counting on someone coming up directly behind him. He noticed the greenrider late.

Eleada yelped as four bowls of hot stew drenched her, to be joined by the klah as the tray clattered to the ground. She tried to regain her balance, only to slip and land on her butt. Smarting and drenched, she glared up at the man in front of her.

The brownrider was trying to pull his shirt soaked in hot liquid away from his chest while still balancing what was left on the tray. His soaked trousers were even more uncomfortable as danced around in the hope that the movement would cool the spots down. "Shards, shards, shards..." he hissed as he tried to fan himself over a rather sensitive spot. "Faranth, that's hot." Finally it cooled down enough that he turned his eyes towards the woman on the floor. "Are you all right then?"

Gingerly, Eleada eased onto her knees, painfully certain that she'd imbedded bits of crockery into her rear... She hissed as shifting caused more stew to run down her leg, and her soaking shirt to cling to her burnt arms. Carefully, she took a deep breath before snapping back at the man -no, a brownrider by the knots. "I've been better." She said carefully, a bit more tersely than she intended to.

"Shards, I'm so sorry. Do we need to get you to a healer?" he asked guiltily. "Are you hurt?"

She considered it for a moment, but... C'radan and the rest were still waiting for her, and most of the damage seemed to be to her pride. "No."
She said finally, his apology and obvious guilt helping to reduce her anger. And shards if it hadn't been entertaining watching him dance...
"But I don't think I'm hungry anymore." She admitted wryly.

"Well, here, let me find us a cloth to clean up with. And I can help you get some more stew." He reached down to offer her a hand. "I truly am sorry about that."

"Mmm." She said grumpily, eying the proffered hand for a moment before taking it. **At least he admits he did it.** "All right. You get to help carry the stew though. My sons are waiting for me, and I don't need any more klah down my shirt."

"Yeah, me neither. I think I'm going to go change before I make another try for myself," he said plucking at his uncomfortably soaked shirt.

"Why not just strip it off?" She suggested, eyeing the man's chest where it was revealed by the soaked shirt. Not bad. She started moving carefully toward the kitchens, checking over her shoulder to make sure he followed.

The look hadn't escaped his notice. "I would, but what would your children think?"

Eleada smirked. "I doubt they'd notice. But C'radan's weyrmate is holdborn, so I guess she might complain. We were eating with them."
She winced, dusting off a fragment that had gotten caught behind her knee.

"Well, I was kind of kidding," B'ram smiled. "But I'll certainly be taking my shirt off as soon as I'm done helping you. Just not in the middle of the dining hall."

She smiled back, and considered forgiving him for dousing her. He was much nicer than some riders she'd encountered. **Nah. I'll wait until I'm dry first. ** "I don't blame you. There are far too many drunks tonight." "I'm not worried about the drunks. I'm worried about the greenriders."

She laughed suddenly, caught by surprise. **Oh, why not? I'll forgive you.** "Well, this is at least one greenrider you don't have to worry about. I prefer my men _not_ to smell like wherry stew."

"Well, what if I took a bath. Would I be more appealing then?" he asked with a slow smile.

"Perhaps." She admitted playfully. "But then, I'd have to see you to know."

"I'm on display almost daily down at the beach. You should come down and take a peek sometime."

"Almost daily, huh? Does this... attraction have a name?" She cocked her head to the side, trying not to grin at him. She was still soaked, and she was not looking forward to sitting down, but...

"B'ram."

"Well B'ram, I might have to do that. You certainly seem to be an enjoyable sight -when food's not involved." She flicked away a drop of klah that had made it to her hair and was about to fall into her eyes.

"Sometimes when food is involved to," he corrected her with a saucy wink.

"And I suppose you like your women covered in klah?" She asked, amused.

B'ram leaned in close enough to murmur, "Only if I get to help them clean it off."

She kept her tone light, concealing a sudden surge of conflicting emotions. She would _not_ tumble into bed with someone unless she really needed to. But it had been so long... "I'll keep that in mind. But tonight is cleaning only. I really do have a previous commitment."

"I understand," he nodded. "Well, if you need help cleaning, now or in the future, you know who to ask."

"Yes, I do." She agreed, and snagged a drudge as the woman passed by, giving a sheepish smile. "Excuse me. Could we have a towel or something?"

The brownrider grinned. He liked this greenrider.

She noted the expression as she stared after the drudge, and hid her own smile. B'ram seemed nice enough. Maybe she would see him on the beach some day... Maybe.

Last updated on the July 19th 2006

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