Tangled

Writers: Rochelle
Date Posted: 31st March 2008

Characters: R'syl
Description: The weyrlingmaster gets a little tangled in his work...
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 8, day 21 of Turn 4

R'yl walked along the beach with the straps of Usaeth's old harness slung across his shoulder, looking for a somewhat shaded spot by the treeline so he could mend while Usaeth played in the waves with the dolphin pod that had come in with the latest ship. Usaeth, like almost all dragons, adored dolphins, and liked when they played with him in the water.

R'syl glanced behind him toward the weyr's docks, and was surprised that he wasn't nearly as far from them as he'd thought. The straps weren't heavy, at least not to a man who'd been carting around massive bundles of leather for two decades, but the humidity out here was making where he'd rested them across his back and shoulders sweat profusely. His clothes were already sticky and uncomfortable, and he was beginning to regret his decision not to bring a towel for swimming.

He looked ahead again, and decided to head toward the nearest available shade, rather than finding one that looked promising. The sky was still partially overcast from the rain earlier, and would keep the temperature down, even if it made the humidity worse.

He trudged across the sand, starting to wonder why he'd been so determined to do his mending outside. There was nothing wrong with his office or weyr, and Usaeth didn't need to have him there to play with the dolphins.
But after spending a sevenday of late evenings doing hidework in his office, the thought really didn't have much force. Fresh air, even damp air, and no weyrlings -for a while- but while still keeping him available for emergencies had dictated River Bluff's own coastline.

He was about halfway up the beach, having finally spotted some cover for him and his burden, when he tripped on a half buried log.

He yelped, going down hard and banging one knee on the log and his arm on the slightly rockier ground where he landed. **It would be the one rocky patch.** He thought sourly, trying to pick himself up and rub his knee.

He found himself on the ground again, blinking in surprise. How...?

"Oh for the love of little green dragons!" He exclaimed in exasperation, staring down at the mess of straps that had slid from his shoulders to pin one arm to his chest. A few loops of the belly length had slipped loose as well, and had quite effectively entangled his legs, so that he looked vaguely as if he was covered in leather-colored pasta.

Grumbling, he rolled to an easy sitting position, and slowly started freeing his left arm, swearing that next time he was leaving the straps in a bag.

}:Do you need help?:{ Usaeth asked, sounding amused. R'syl would swear the bronze was trying not to laugh at him.

**No.** He told him shortly, picking at a buckle that was unfortunately pulled a little too tight to be easily released one handed. }:Are you sure?{:

**Yes.** He gritted his teeth as sliding one part of a strap free cut part of the circulation in his leg off. Where did that connect...?

A chirping noise caused his heart to sink, and he looked up to see a brown firelizard, presumably belonging to someone if the collar was anything to go by, perched on the buried log and looking at him quizzically. Was the owner nearby...?

He scanned the dunes, and was surprised that he didn't actually see anyone. They must have decided to stay in after the morning's rain and not emerged yet. So what was the little brown doing...?

Brown and green. A green, no, two greens and a blue popped into existence above him, all looking at him with interest and commenting loudly. He groaned as they settled on the log beside the brown, and continued to try and free himself from the mess he'd made.

A tug on his leg caused him to look up, wondering how _that_ strap had managed to connect to something _there_, and saw the little brown had been joined by a few more flits, all of them looking as if they were enjoying his discomfort immensely. But the brown was tugging on one of the straps around his legs.

**Was this your idea?** He asked Usaeth suspiciously as the first blue joined the brown in tugging.

}:No.:{ Usaeth admitted, definately amused. }:Do you want me to tell them to stop?:{ R'syl hesitated. It was kind of sweet, watching the little flits try to move the leather, and they weren't hurting anything. **No.** He decided, turning back to freeing his arm.

He yelped a moment later when two of the greens decided this looked like fun, and dug their claws into parts of his pants as well as the straps and began pulling. A few of the other flits rapidly surrounding him decided this looked like fun too, and settled on the straps across his shoulder, happily chittering at each other and tugging at the straps alternately and his hair and shirt as well. He got smacked in the face by two sets of iridescent wings, and felt one of them snake their tail around his neck, squeezing so tightly he couldn't breath.

**On second thought yes!**

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