The Other Side Of Dragonriding

Writers: Cali, Jane
Date Posted: 14th April 2008

Characters: B'lamick, Tey
Description: B'lamick and Tey catching up.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 9, day 10 of Turn 4

B'lamick knocked lightly at what he hoped was Tey's newly assigned weyr. He'd heard they all got their assignments a couple of sevendays ago, but he'd been too busy and tired with his new Wing to stop by and see if she'd settled in.

"Come in!" Tey hesitated and then repeated the invitation in a louder voice. "COME IN!"

He gave a sheepish grin as he poked his head in the door. "It's not a bad time for a visit is it?"

"No." Tey scrambled out of the chair and groaned. "I was just being lazy, B'lamick. Er - come in," she said, indicating the other chair in the tiny room. "I haven't seen you for ages."

The bronzerider rubbed the back of his neck as he walked to the chair, guilt creeping up again for not visiting sooner. "I know, I'm sorry, I've just been real busy, and I know you have been, I didn't want to bother you with what little free time you've got."

"No matter," the weyrling greenrider said with a dismissive wave of her hand as she sat down again. "But you've chosen the right time to visit now. We've been doing sweep riding and my backside is - Well, I'm sure you can remember how bad those long flights are."

B'lamick nodded appreciatively. "It doesn't get any easier once you join a wing either. Does numbweed help you any?"

"I'm not game to slather my whole rear end in numbweed," Tey laughed.
"Oh, B'lamick! Why didn't you tell me to stop Standing? That would have been what a friend would do!"

He rather thought a numb butt was much better than a sore one, but he figured it was much more like her to be stubborn and fight through it.
"If I had warned you off, then I wouldn't have someone to share in the pain now would I?" he teased.

"What? Don't tell me you're still in pain and you're in the Wings now?"

"The sweepriding only gets _longer_ when you're in a wing." he chuckled.

"Hopefully not for greenriders," Tey muttered. "You know, Isleth's not even sore? Just more tired than usual."

B'lamick's mind wandered for a brief moment as he checked on Latarth, but the bronze was still sleeping on their ledge. "Yeah, it's just another reason to be jealous of our lifemates."

Tey was reminded to apologize. "I didn't mean it - that you should have warned me not to Stand."

"I know." B'lamick said and added with a wink, "But I didn't exactly fill you in on all the gritty details like I probably should have either."

"Neither did my family," Tey said. "But I've told my little sister.
Every last awful thing about weyrlinghood - and it hasn't changed her mind about Standing."

"It probably wouldn't have changed my mind either." he admitted, "If I hadn't been Searched, I would have ended up working with the sick all my life. A few months of chopping meat, mucking out beds, and sore backsides doesn't seem too bad by comparison."

"And Threadfall?" she asked.

"No worse than catching some deathly virus while healing," he shrugged it off by adding, "Besides, we're going to be the lucky ones and see the end of the Pass."

Tey opened her mouth to suggest that surviving forty-five Turns or more during a Pass was fairly unlikely for any dragonrider, then closed it.
She thought she was a realist; from a family with the same way of looking at things, but some people thought she took a pessimistic view of things, and she suspected that B'lamick was one of them. "Well, I suppose that's a good thing," she said instead.

He chuckled and made sure to catch her eye, "Yes it is."

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