Prove Your Worth

Writers: Eimi, Rochelle
Date Posted: 25th September 2006

Characters: Eleada, B'ram
Description: The ever elusive Eleada makes things interesting for B'ram
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 13, day 16 of Turn 3

B'ram

Eleada strolled along the beach, looking for a place a little away from the main mass of the weyrfolk to spread her blanket. She wanted to work on her tan, and preferred not to have too many candidates and harpers be horrified or too many horny dragonriders ogling her. Gliorith was already in the water, splashing with a few weyrlings and eagerly flirting with several males.

She found a spot a ways down where the crowd thinned out, and looked around before dropping her stuff. A few dragons were playing in the surf, their riders either washing them or sitting on the beach. There were even a few sunbathers, and... wait. She didn't know whether to laugh or wrinkle her nose. The guy who'd crashed into her in the dining hall, drenching her in stew was over by some rocks, sending his dragon into the water.

Oh, why not? He'd had a nice looking chest under the stew drenched shirt. Maybe it would be worth seeing a little more of it.

"Hey there!" She called, dropping her stuff and walking toward him.

"Hey to you too," B'ram smiled as he turned, brush in hand. "I was just about to wash Girifith. Come to help?"

**Why not?** She reasoned, watching him. Yes, there was definitely some promise there... "Sure."

"There's another brush over there," he said with a nod towards a pile of cleaning supplies. "I would love the help." **And the chance to get to know you better...**

"Hmm." She looked around, and found the brush, watching him carefully from the corner of her eyes. He certainly was attractive with that bright red hair -which surprised her. She didn't normally go for the redheads. Turning, she walked back over to him. "So this is what you look like without stew." She commented with an impish grin.

"I clean up nicely, don't I," B'ram grinned.

She chuckled. "Perhaps." She admitted playfully. "So this Girifith." She said as she waded out, just beyond his reach. "You are a charming looking fellow, aren't you?"

"He agrees. And I do too," B'ram smiled as he watched her. She cleaned up nicely too...

She laughed, glancing coyly over her shoulder at B'ram. "I'm sure you do." She said lightly before gesturing with the brush. "Does he like one person to work on each side, or both on the same?"

"Well, he doesn't much care as long as he gets scrubbed thoroughly," B'ram smiled. "Why not work on the same side, that way we can admire each other's handiwork." And each other...

Eleada chuckled quietly to herself. There was no doubting where his interest lay. Not that she had any objections -at the moment. "I'm not sure that you'll be admiring much of my handiwork." She commented slyly. "There are only so many ways to scrub a dragon."

"All right, I'll just watch your form and give you pointers. And I would invite you to do the same."

"Mmm. My form, huh?" She said her eyes sparkling as she grinned. "We're both experienced dragonriders -I'm assuming you'll approve." She took a position near Girifith's tail to start scrubbing.

**I think I already do...** "Well, I've been told I have nice form before," the brownrider grinned as he took up the position a little closer to the wing.

**I can see why.** She thought appreciatively. **Faranth, but he was right. He does clean up nicely... Down girl! Time to switch topics a
bit.** She started scrubbing Girifith, watching B'ram from the corner of her eye as she spoke. "So, you're in Hurricane Wing, right? I think I recognize this fellow. I'm sure my Gliorith will like him."

"Well, he'll be happy to know that," B'ram chuckled. "He's been rather frustrated with the last few flights he's flown."

"Well, there's always more flights. Maybe he'll get lucky soon." She suggested, trying not to worry. Gliorith had not risen since before her scoring, over a turn ago now. The healers said she'd be fine, but she still wondered... "It's just not possible to catch every green. He'd wear himself out." **And his rider!**

"Don't tell him that," the brownrider laughed, slapping the dragon's hide affectionately. "I swear he's a bronze under all this dirt, if we scrub hard enough."

"I doubt it." Eleada said, grinning. She scrubbed a little harder at a particular patch, aware of B'ram watching her. "He wouldn't want to be a bronze. Bronzes don't catch as many greens as browns do -and I know Gliorith at least prefers a male that can keep up with her!"

"I think there are some bronzes who would disagree with you there," B'ram said as he watched her scrub. "But if you're trying to tell me Girifith has a good chance of catching your green, I certainly wouldn't be disappointed."

"He's certainly welcome to _try_." She said teasingly. "But Gliorith doesn't catch easy. And neither do I." She grinned.

"Lucky for both of you we're patient and skilled chasers," the brownrider said with a grin that could rival a bronzeriders.

"Of course." She said lightly. She should really stop leading him on now, she thought. But teasing was about the only romantic interaction she allowed herself these days, so it was hard to resist... "Like rider, like dragon. Or is it the other way around...?"

"All the good points are from me. All the bad points..." he shrugged.
"I guess those might be from me too."

"I think I can safely say that you have your attractions." She said appreciatively, admiring the way the sun shone off his wet body. Faranth, but it had been so long... "I've yet to see a dragon with red hair."

"Well, I have yet to see a dragon with _any_ hair," B'ram chuckled.
"But if they had it, I assure you, Girifith's would be red."

Eleada laughed, trying to envision the dragon in front of her with red hair, or _any_ dragon for that matter. "I think dragons were meant to be bald. That would be a lot of hair to wash. Or do you like that much hair?" She batted her eyes at him, running her fingers coquettishly through her curls as she struck a pose.

"On women I do," B'ram grinned. "In all the right places, at least."

She faked a pout. "So you don't like me? I don't have much hair..." She flipped a curl at him, and turned back to Girifith, smiling to herself. She was being ridiculous, but...

"Well, let's see," he said, reaching for a tendril of hair.

She danced just out of reach, laughing lightly to take the sting out of the movement as she waggled a finger at him. "I'm not that easy to catch, B'ram. You'll have to work for it." **Considerably.**

"And just what do I need to do to ensnare you?" he asked grinning, stepping towards her once again.

She held her ground this time, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at him. "Catch Gliorith, and you catch me -for a night." She said with a grin. "But I don't tumble for just anyone..." She leaned in close as he approached her, tracing a light finger along his chest before leaning forward to murmur in his ear. "...So you'll have to prove you're worth more than just a good time."

His eyebrows lifted slightly, never one to back away from a challenge.
"And you? Are you worth more than just a good time?"

She smiled secretively. "Well, that's for you to decide, isn't it?"

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