Not My Type

Writers: Eimi, Bree
Date Posted: 5th September 2006

Characters: Kavlyn, Kenaline, D'cal
Description: Kenaline saves D'cal from a friendly tailor, but was she saving him for herself...?
Location: Elsewhere on Pern
Date: month 13, day 7 of Turn 3
Notes: Takes place "somewhere else" due to the Waterball competition.

D'cal sipped at the foamy head at the top of his fresh mug of ale.
B'vin had long since left, and he found himself alone in a crowd of
people. He rather enjoyed watching people more than trying to make
polite conversation. The bluerider was really quite shy when it came
down to it. One on one and in small groups he was fine, just in parties
such as this, he'd rather stand out of the way and watch the scene
unfold - couples pairing off, a group of riders sharing Threadfall
tactics, a couple harper trained riders stricking up a melodious song,
a game of chance. So many people, so many different interests...

A friendly arm slid around his waist suddenly as another tankard clanked
against his. "I don't know who you are, my fine looking bluerider, but I
_love_ your pants. Can we toast to your pants?"

D'cal stiffened slightly at the voice was decidedly masculine. "Um..."
Shards, he still wasn't comfortable with flirty males yet. He never
quite knew what to do with them... "Thank you. I just got them from
the stores at the Weyr."

"Really?" The man pulled back and gave D'cal a _very_ friendly look that
started with his face and went down to his boots before sweeping back
up. Slowly. "They fit nicely, if I do say so myself. And I should know,
as I fit clothing as a living."

"Ah, I see." D'cal's first impulse was to lower his mug to cover the
area the tailor's eyes seemed to be particularly interested in. But
that would be too obvious. "Well, I'm sure you are very good at your
job."

The tailor offered D'cal his free hand. "I'm Kavlyn."

"D'cal," the bluerider said, offering him the only free hand he had.
"I'm from Dolphin Cove."

"I make my home at Dragonsfall," Kavlyn replied, giving his hand a firm
squeeze. He didn't seem inclined to let go, either. "It's so nice to
meet new people, though. Especially fine looking blueriders."

"You... have a thing for blueriders then?"

"Not really." Kavlyn took a long sip from his mug before grinning. "I
have a thing for attractive people in general."

D'cal noticed the tailor still hadn't dropped his hand, and it was
starting to get a bit uncomfortable. After all, people could _see_...
Then again, people could see other people doing a whole lot more, but
still! "So... Can I have my hand back?"

Kavlyn pouted at him as he released his hand. "I suppose. I was hoping
my dashing good looks and wining charm would win you over, though."

"Win me over to do what exactly?" D'cal knew the answer, and he probably
shouldn't have asked. And definitely not in such an impolite way. He
_was_ a bluerider after all. It wasn't something he could exactly hide,
and everyone knew what that meant... "I'm not looking for...
anything... right now."

"You never could take a hint," an amused voice said, and Kenaline
appeared behind Kavlyn. The greenrider slid an arm around his shoulders
and shook her head. "I should have known you'd be here."

Kavlyn grinned suddenly. "Kenaline! Want to try to lure the pretty
bluerider off with me?"

D'cal was slightly relieved to not be alone with the friendly tailor,
but he was almost afraid the greenrider would take him up on the
challenge. "I was just telling him that I'm not interested in anything
at the moment."

Kenaline released Kavlyn and gave him a firm slap on the back. "There
you go, Kavlyn. The man's not interested. Run along and find someone
more friendly."

Undaunted, the tailor leered suggestively. "You feeling friendly,
Kenaline?"

"I thought I saw S'lan and Sianue sneaking off into the shadows," she
replied, waving her arm to the left. "Go play with them, unless you've
managed to upset them since I transferred."

"Well," D'cal chuckled once the prody tailor made his excuses and was
out of earshot in search of more appealing company. "You certainly seem
to know how to handle him. He's a... persistent one."

Kenaline rolled her eyes. "He's too good-natured to really dislike, but
he can make a pain of himself when he gets an idea in his head. Not that
he's _bad_ company or anything..." Kenaline grinned at D'cal. "You just
didn't seem terribly interested."

"No, not really. I'm not interested in men. Well..." He blushed
slightly. "I guess riding a blue I can't say that. But... Yeah, I
wasn't interested."

"You'll get used to it," she promised with a friendly smile. "But even
if you do, you can still say no, you know. I _am_ interested in men, and
I've turned down three already."

He ran his fingers through his hair in a nervous gesture. It was hard
to talk about. Especially with an attractive woman. "Well, I thought I
_was_ saying no. Just not clearly enough, it seems."

"Ahh, well. That was Kavlyn." She snorted. "He doesn't understand hints.
Or maybe he does, but he choses to ignore them. But he gets the point if
you kick him in the rear."

That brought a genuine smile back to his face. "I'll keep that in mind
for next time, thanks. I'm sorry... I know you're on my team, but I
don't remember your name..."

"Kenaline." She held out a hand to clasp his. "Racheneth and I
transferred to Dolphin Cove from Dragonsfall a month or so ago."

"That's right," he nodded, feeling suddenly like an idiot. "You're in
my wing. Sorry, I'm still trying to learn names."

She laughed. "Don't worry. I don't have any idea what yours is either,
to be honest."

"Well, I'm pretty new in the wings myself. I'm D'cal, Aosorath's
rider," he offered her his hand.

"Well met, D'cal, rider of Aosorath," Kenaline replied. "I
don't think you have to worry about Kavlyn coming back, but if you want
company, I was going to go find something to drink."

"If you wait here I can bring you one," D'cal offered. "What do you
like?"

"Oh, anything's fine. I'm not picky." After a brief moment she winked at
him. "At least, not about drinks."

"I'll be right back," he grinned over his shoulder as he walked towards
the drink table. She was nice. D'cal definitely liked her. The
greenrider seemed very confident, and unafraid to say what she was
thinking. Kind of like Dyaera in that way. He refilled his mug of ale
and a grabbed another for her.

Kenaline looked pleased when he returned, taking the mug from him with a
wicked grin. "I wasn't sure if you were planning on coming back."

He grinned as he handed her a mug. "Why wouldn't I? Did you think I'd
run off and find your tailor friend?"

"Probably not," she admitted. "But who says my motives are any less
illicit than his?"

"Well, you certainly would have the better chance," he said, looking at
her over the rim of his mug.

Kenaline grinned and took a step closer. "Oh I would, would I? Well, I
suppose it's nice to know that you think I'll be better company than
Kavlyn, but I suppose that isn't really saying much."

"It's an unfair comparison," he said, the start of a grin tugging at his
lips in response. "He's not exactly my type."

"And me?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Do I look like your type,
D'cal?"

"It's looking that way." He had the briefest stab of guilt, but he
pushed it down deep inside. Dyaera wasn't there. And besides, she was
probably had plans with someone else anyway. Why else wouldn't she have
come to watch him play? Even _B'vin_ had come to watch him play. It
was the arrangement they made, after all.

Kenaline laughed. "Well, then. Why don't we go somewhere quiet and find
out?"

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