Sawdust

Writers: Elyriel, Francesca
Date Posted: 29th November 2008

Characters: T'marek, G'len
Description: G'len and T'marek chat by the weyrlake.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 13, day 2 of Turn 4

**Was that the last spot?** G'len asked his green, scrubbing her hide for another moment before stopping.

}:Yes. Now I am beautiful and clean.:{

G'len smiled. **Of course you are. Now, go dry yourself, and try not to cover yourself in sand.**

}:I'm always careful. I will flirt with Iriketh. He is clean as well.:{ She moved next to the brown and began preening.

G'len spotted his rider nearby. **Maybe he's a vintner,** he immediately thought and, a spring in his step, he walked towards the brownrider. The greenrider did not know T'marek well, but that was an advantage when searching for former vintners. "Hi T'marek. Please ignore Tobereth's flirting. After being scrubbed, she just loves spending time with clean male dragons."

Looking up from the long strip of wood he was attempting to carve... Attempting being the appropriate word, T'marek squinted as his gaze settled on the greenrider. With a nod, he neither smiled nor frowned. "That's okay. Iriketh is always eager to flirt with a willing green."

G'len sat down next to the brownrider, watching him work with the wood for a moment. "Were you apprenticed to the Woodcraft Hall before coming to the Weyr?"

Snorting softly, T'marek stopped what he was doing and held up the strip of wood he had been working on. "No. I'm afraid this one will probably turn out like all my other attempts. Sawdust at my feet."

"I'm sure that's better than I could manage," if he ever had the patience to try. "Were you apprenticed to another craft before impressing your lovely brown?" he asked, leaning forward a bit in anticipation of the response.

Looking at the wood in his hand for a long moment, T'marek found himself lost in thought. Then, with a shake of his head, he shook off the memory. "No." He said a bit too tersely. "I was never a crafter."

**Oh well.** G'len had expected that, but he had been hopeful. "Well, you like turning wood to sawdust. Do you have other hobbies?"

The brownrider actually had to think about that. Did he? His life revolved around fighting thread and spending time with his lifemate. "No. Can't say that I do. Carving is about it for me."

G'len nodded. "Sounds busy enough to me." Besides his work, all he did was go to the Tavern. He didn't even have any ongoing tailoring projects.

Lifting one large shoulder, T'marek let it fall again. "It takes up what little free time I have." Holding up the strip of wood, he sighed, looking at the image he was trying to carve and shook his head. He highly doubted he'd ever get the hang of this.

"So, what are you making?" he asked, curious. It still looked like a piece of wood to him, but he had never concentrated on a wood carving before.

"It's supposed to be a dragon curled in sleep. But all it looks like is a stick, I'm afraid." The brownrider replied. Looking at the object in his hand with a deep frown.

"Can I see?" G'len asked, holding out his hand.

Holding the piece of wood for a moment as he stared at it, T'marek shrugged and handed it to the greenrider. "Sure." He said, making a face. "You'd think after a couple of turns of trying to do this sort of thing I'd get better at it."

The greenrider stared at the carving in his hand, squinting a bit to try to make out a figure. "Well, if you tell me it's a sleeping dragon, I'll believe you. Just say it convincingly."

Snorting softly, T'marek shook his head. "Afraid I'd have to believe it myself before I could be convincing." The brownrider sighed softly. "Ah well, maybe one of these days I'll finally get the hang of it." In the meantime, it was something that took up time and kept his hands busy.

G'len handed the wood back to the brownrider. "I'm sure you will," he said, encouragingly.

One side of T'marek's lips twitched upward into a sardonic grin. "Thanks for the confidence." It was something he lacked personally, at least with this. Taking the stick he picked up his knife and began carving again. His attention was taken by his lifemate who was doing something that looked very much like preening. "Oh please." The brownrider said with a scoff then looked at G'len. "He's trying to show off his wingspan."

}:Iriketh is a very good-looking brown:{ Tobereth said, appreciatively.

G'len hadn't been listening to the dragons' conversation, but he wondered if his green had told the brown to pose. "That's a great way to keep Tobereth's attention." And, Iriketh was good-looking. He looked strong and healthy, with no large threadscores that the greenrider could see.

"He needs no urgings on that score." The brownrider quipped, his tone softening as he discussed his lifemate. "He likes being the center of attention."

"Aye, they all do, and we constantly let them get away with it."

}:Of course you do:{ Tobereth told him, amused.

"How can we not?" T'marek asked with a slight smile. "I can't imagine trying to curb Iriketh in anything he enjoys."

"They have us wrapped around their finger...or talon, or something." G'len frowned slightly at the violent image he did not mean to convey.

"Not figuratively, thank the egg." The brownrider quipped. "But yes, it goes both ways though. At least with Iriketh and I, I can only imagine it's the same for everyone else."

G'len sent loving thoughts to his green as he nodded in agreement. "And none of us would change a thing about it."

Last updated on the November 29th 2008

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