The Sooner The Better
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Bree, Eimi
Date Posted: 4th October 2005
Characters: B'ram, Dyaera, D'cal
Description: B'ram takes the opportunity to flirt with Dyaera while D'cal is busy scrubbing a couple of dragons.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 8, day 8 of Turn 3
D'cal made sure Dyaera was comfortable on her blanket before giving her a quick kiss. He then stripped down to his swimming trunks and wading out into the water, brush in hand, ready to tackle the two very eager dragons waiting to be washed.
Dyaera was in a remarkably good mood. She'd gotten enough friendly kisses this morning to feel very nice, and now was outside enjoying fresh air and sun and the very nice sight of D'cal with no shirt wading through the water.
Having spent a month and more trapped in bed, she thought this was perhaps the best day she'd had since the accident.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she was caught by a small spray of water being catapulted off the head of the man who stood next to her blanket, shaking the droplets from his hair with a carefree grin. "Whew, that water is nice!"
Looking up, Dyaera squinted against the sun and took in the form of the brownrider standing over her. He was well worth admiring as well... with fine muscular shoulders that she imagined had impressed many girls before her. Best of all, he was ignoring the scarring left bare by her sleeveless top. Maybe J'darin _had_ been right... obviously she wasn't the only female dragonrider sporting Threadscore. "I wish I could go in. It looks nice."
"Why? Why can't you go in?" he asked as he squatted down, more on eye level with the greenrider.
Dyaera gestured to her shoulder, and the scarring that disappeared down her back. "Healers want me to wait another sevenday... they think I'll drown myself. Which I suppose is possible since I can barely move." "Wow," he said as he looked at her shoulder. "Those look painful. Are those from the... well, the accident?"
"Yeah..." Dyaera shifted slightly with a wince, letting him see the back of her arm. "They go all the way down my back and over my hip... it must have been painful because I don't remember anything after getting hit." "Well, they look red now, but they'll heal. Mind if I share your blanket?"
Dyaera shrugged her good shoulder and grinned. "As long as you don't want me to move over... I still feel like half of my body is black and blue." "I just don't want to get sand stuck to my backside." He grinned as he flopped down next to her. "I'm B'ram, rider of brown Girifith." The brown next to Tilarth turn his eyes towards them at the sound of his name.
"Dyaera," Dyaera replied, smiling as Tilarth flicked her tail and splashed water in the brown's direction. "That green beauty there is Tilarth." "Oh, is she _yours_? I thought she was that guys," B'ram said with a point at the young man busily scrubbing at her hide.
"Oh, no..." Dyaera lifted her good arm and pointed Aosorath. "That little blue is his... D'cal has been helping take care of Tilarth since I got 'scored."
"That's rather nice of him. Are you two... weyrmated?" B'ram's voice held the hint that he was hoping that would be a negative.
Dyaera gave him a rather appalled look. "Shards, no. I think maybe I'd like to pass twenty before I start considering _living_ with people. Maybe thirty, too." The brownrider was pleased with her answer. "I recommend forty at least. I made that mistake once." He gave a dramatic shiver.
"Well, I'm in no hurry," Dyaera replied, watching D'cal as he scrubbed at Tilarth. Shards, she loved to look at him, and she _really_ enjoyed touching him. And if he tried to move into her weyr she'd kill him inside a sevenday.
"Good for you. Too many people try to hurry into things." He looked at her, at the way she looked at the bluerider. "But there is an attachment there?"
"I don't know," Dyaera replied, turning to look at B'ram. "He's still a weyrling and I can hardly move. We haven't had much of a chance to figure it out."
The brownrider continued to study her face. "Do you _want_ there to be an attachment? When things are right?"
"Depends on what kind, I suppose..." Dyaera's eyes drifted back to D'cal.
"He's still getting used to the way things are in the Weyr." "You know, I could never understand how it was hard to adjust to our way of doing things," B'ram said with a smile. "I figure there's nothing simpler.
You are attracted to someone, and they are attracted to you. Why not act on it."
"Don't ask me," Dyaera retorted, a little sullenly. "I grew up in a Hold and _I_ didn't have any problems adjusting. I think some people just don't know what they want." "Now, see, I always figured they knew exactly what they want," B'ram said as he laid back on the blanket, closing his eyes against the warm mid-day sun, "but their sharding Hold-bred sensibilities seems to tell them they _shouldn't_ want it. I suppose that's even harder than not knowing what you want."
Dyaera sighed. "I don't know why. If I want something, I say so. It takes a lot less time and it generally works out just fine."
"Then you are my kind of woman then," he said, white teeth flashing in the sunshine.
Dyaera grinned, letting her own eyes drift shut. "Then it's too bad I can only move about a third of my body. We might have had some fun otherwise." "Well, you can do a lot with one third," he said as he open one eye to look over at her. "But I would sure feel bad for the poor chump scrubbing your dragon."
"Yeah... me too." Dyaera heaved a sigh and shook her head. "Too bad. It would have been interesting to learn what I could accomplish without moving two thirds of my body."
"But, of course," B'ram said with a wicked grin, "he isn't around _all_ the time, is he?"
Dyaera snorted. "You'd be surprised... but no. Not _all_ the time." She opened her eyes and grinned at him. "Though the healers might chase you around and yell at you if you let me move _too_ much. They're good at scolding." "Well, there are things we could do that would just require you to lay back and enjoy." B'ram's eyes flashed as they scanned down her body appreciatively. He had nothing against the bluerider, but he sure wished he could think of a way to get Dyaera alone for a while...
Dyaera was wishing the same thing, though not without a hint of guilt. She truly _did_ like D'cal... but after a month and more trapped in bed, the idea of enjoying something was highly tempting. "It's been awhile since I got to enjoy much of anything." "Well, that's something we'd better take care of, huh. The sooner the better." The brownrider's mind was whirling with ideas. He liked a good challenge...
Last updated on the October 4th 2005