You belong here

Writers: Eimi, Paula
Date Posted: 29th May 2009

Characters: Im're, Maret
Description: Imarre's relationsship with Maret takes a step further.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 18 of Turn 5

Imarre took a deep breath. There was something in the smell of fresh
wood, that moved his heart. He looked around him curiously. The place
looked like any woodsmith's workshop. Piles of wood, heaps of sawdust,
loads of tools and wood items in various stages of manufacturing.

"My work table is over here," Maret said as he lead the way deeper into
the room. "I share it with a couple other lads, but we have different
schedules most of the time. And I love it at this time of the day since
I usually have my little corner, or the whole place even," he said
spreading his long arms wide in emphasis, "all to myself."

"Lovely. At the hall, it's usually the whole class in the workshop at
the sametime," Imarre said, picking up absently a piece of wood and
caressing it with his fingers.

"I remember," Maret smiled, watching his fingers knowingly. There was
something about the feel of a nice piece of wood. "Of course, I wasn't
allowed in here alone for my first couple turns either. But now, as you
see, I have the run of the place."

"Who is the master woodsmith around here? I really should meet him and
ask about my apprenticeship," Imarre asked and put the wood back.

"There are several. I would approach Master Ohtah, personally. He
seems like he would be the most fun." Though to tell the truth, Maret
had very little to do with the crafters. They tended to look down their
noses at the lowly craftsmen without fancy knots on their shoulders.
Never bothered him, though. "Come on, I want to show you some of the
things I've been working on."

Imarre made a non-verbal grunt of agreement and followed the other
candidate. He really liked Maret, he was friendly and cute. He had
very thick and long eyelashes and Imarre found his eyes attractive. He
tried to push those kind of thoughs away, like always before, when his
attention was drawn to improper things.

"Well, there are a couple chairs from the dinning hall that have been a
bit a abused," Maret said pointing at a small stack in the corner, "and
there are a couple orders for shelves and cabnets and whatnot, but over
here, this is where I have what I've been working on in my down time."
He pulled a box out from under the table. From it he pulled an
unvarnished chessboard and began setting out the few pieces he had
finished carving. "Do you play?"

"No, I'm afraid not," Imarre said with a rueful shake of his head.

"Oh, now, that's sad," Maret sighed. "I was hoping I could challenge
you to a game when I had it finished."

"Sorry to dissappoint you. Maybe you can teach me?" Imarre suggested.

"Maybe," his friend shrugged nonchalantly, though his lips spread into a
slow smile. "I'll consider it."

"I can play dragon poker though," Imarre said.

Maret sighed, shaking his head. "Shards, you are so confusing
sometimes." He lifted his eyes to his friends, searching them for an
answer to questions that had been running through his head for some
time. "I'm just not sure what to make of you. I was trying to flirt
with you there, and either you're not interested, or you don't get it.
Sometimes I think you probably don't like boys, but then sometimes I see
you looking at me and I think you _are_ interested. Which is it?"

Imarre just stared him a minute and then blushed. "You were flirting?
I'm sorry, I didn't realize. I'm terrible at such things," he said
with a weak voice. He looked awkwardly around, not daring to face
Maret's face. "I am interested," he confessed. It took him a lot to
say it. He was so used to hide such emotions.

"Thank Faranth, I was starting to wonder if I was imagining things,"
Maret smiled, taking a step closer to him. "I was really hoping I
wasn't."

"You kind of learn to supress such things when you live in a hold,"
Imarre said and swallowed nervously.

"I know," Maret said softly, reaching out to trace the backs of his
fingers down Imarre's cheek. "That's why you belong here. You don't
have to hide anymore."

"It's something I have to learn," Imarre said, lifting his hand to touch
his.

"Well, maybe I can help you with that." Maret's smile was tender and
understanding. He had once lived in Hall and Hold. He knew the social
pressure Imarre had faced, though thank Faranth he had been here by the
time he had realized that he just didn't fit the outside view of what
was 'right' or 'normal'.

Imarre didn't trust his voice, so he just nodded and smiled tenderly.
His heart bounded like he had just run up on stairs.

He would go slowly, but he knew there could be very little time. Eggs
on the Sand meant one, or the other, or both, could very well become off
limits for quite some time. You had to seize the moment in the Weyr,
and Maret was going to be sure they didn't loose a single one.
There was no time like the present to get started on his education, and
so Maret leaned in even closer, lightly brushing his lips across
Imarre's.

Hesitantly, shyly, Imarre replied to the kiss.

Last updated on the June 21st 2009

Welcome to Triad Weyrs!

You belong here