Kneading Knots

Writers: Cali, Eimi
Date Posted: 23rd October 2006

Characters: U'kaiah, Arilanna
Description: U'kaiah comes to Arilanna for a much needed massage
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 13, day 19 of Turn 3

U'kaiah stood in the doorway to Arilanna's office. When she finally looked up to see who was standing there he smiled. "So, do you think you'd be willing to give a friend a massage?"

Arilanna grinned, thrilled that U'kaiah had sought her out. She had worried that he had only been placating her when she had asked to renew their friendship. "Anytime, come on in." "Great. I haven't had a good massage in months," he said with a wink as he began unbuttoning his shirt.

She gave him a half smile, "Well, nobody gives them like I do." She got out a sheet for him to cover himself with and busied herself with closing some glow baskets and lighting an incense cone to create a more relaxing mood. "Are you getting excited for Turn's End?" U'kaiah mumbled as he stretched out on the table.

"Oh yes," she replied acerbicly, " Hangover day is my favorite time of year!" She walked over to her oil cabinet and started to pick through the different smells. "Honestly," she said over her shoulder, "I don't have any plans."

"Well, you shouldn't be drinking alcohol anyway. It's not good for the baby, I hear." U'kaiah stopped a moment. Shards, was he actually trying to give a healer advice about pregnancy?

Arilanna laughed, "Not _my_ hangover silly, everyone else's! I swear, everyone forgets that alcohol has side effects on Turns End and they all come in here expecting me to feel sorry for them." "Well, take pity on them, at least," he smiled. Chances were he'd be one of those unfortunate hung-over souls. "You're going to go down to the dancing at least, right?"

He knew the routine, so Arilanna just presented him with the two aromatic oils she knew he preferred so he could pick one. Taking his choice, she applied a portion to her dainty hands and used them to make small circles along his shoulder line. "Probably, if for nothing more than to listen to the harpers." She loved dancing, but she doubted anyone would ask her. Ever since she started showing her pregnancy, people had been treating her like she was breakable. She was pretty sure people equated pregnancy with no fun, and she sometimes wanted to just scream at their stupidity. "They'll be playing some nice tunes, I'd bet." Though probably nothing compared with the music that was to be played at Dolphin Cove. "Hmmm" she agreed while focusing on a knot in his shoulder blade. "Are you going to dust off those harper skills and perform for us?" U'kaiah made a noise that was half between an amused snort and a content groan. "I stopped performing as soon as I got my journeyman knots."

Happy that she kneaded out that knot, she moved on, only to find another one. "Shards U'kaiah, you've got to come in here more often. A dashing young fellow like yourself shouldn't have this much stress!"

"I agree. Let's tell the Weyrlingmaster that." Of course, it wasn't all due to the weyrlings. There was Trae too. And Talryne, and Abrei... He just couldn't wait for this Turn to end.

"Don't tempt me!" she threatened, having worked _that_ knot out too. U'kaiah chuckled. "Oh, but I'm a bronzerider. That makes me tempting by nature."

Arilanna gave a small snort as she worked her way down his back, "Is that what you all tell each other? Well... I have heard the male greenriders talk about how tempting you lot are... but that's about it for the tempting talk." "Sounds like you need to meet more female greenriders," U'kaiah shrugged, unphased by her teasing and throwing it right back. She laughed and gave him a playful slap on the back. "Or maybe less _male_ greenriders! Now quit chatting me up and enjoy your massage...
you're not getting the full effect." "Is slapping me part of the full effect?" the bronzerider pouted.

"For those that talk during my massages... yes." Arilanna exclaimed in a stern but teasing voice.

Last updated on the October 23rd 2006

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